- “You made me cookies?”
- “Everything we stand for ment nothing after all.”
- “You stole what?”
- “You aren’t pathetic.”
- “A dragon ate your homework?”
- “I was suppose die you dumb ass!”
- “You looked at me differently.”
- “You work at a zoo now? Neat.”
- “I’m being dead serious. I’m a vampire.”
- “I’m not pregnant!”
- “So instead of being normal, you started a revolution?”
- “You found a child?”
- “Oh c'mon you would have murdered that guy too.”
- “The stars are pretty tonight, aren’t they?”
- “You ever seen something as cool as this?”
- “You never did understand the concept of being wrong.”
- “So wait- hold up- you’re a mermaid?”
- “I thought you were dead!”
- “I know you love me and all but stop threatening the doctor.”
- “How. THE FUCK. Are you- so motherfucking tall?”
- “Did you just? You just- oh my god!”
- “Everywhere I go there is this crow! I’m telling you!”
- “ You fell in love with a vampire prince and didn’t bother to tell me?”
- “I shit you not.”
- “You? You know how to shoot a gun?”
- “My man, I am high as a kite right now.”
- “You aren’t leaving here without telling me who hurt you so I can take out a can of whoop ass and unleash it on their ass!”
- “You just kissed me.”
- “But you hate avocados.”
- “I may be a vampire but I am a vampire of the sun, not the moon.”
- “Hold up- just stop- just- what are you actually doing? It’s 2 AM!”
When school was dismissed Anne marched out with her red head held high. Gilbert Blythe tried to intercept her at the porch door. “I’m awfully sorry I made fun of your hair, Anne,” he whispered contritely. “Honest I am. Don’t be mad for keeps, now.” Anne swept by disdainfully, without look or sign of hearing. “Oh how could you, Anne?” breathed Diana as they went down the road half reproachfully, half admiringly. “I shall never forgive Gilbert Blythe,” said Anne firmly. “And Mr. Phillips spelled my name without an ‘e,’ too. The iron has entered into my soul, Diana.”
Person A and Person B are both in high school, in two different circles and tiers in the high school hierarchy. Person A was considered a nerd, whose GPA far surpassed anyone else’s in their school and their athletic skills were average, while Person B was considered a jock, whose GPA was considered average and their athleticism was envied by everyone and was the reason for their scholarship to their college of choice. The scene begins with a group of jocks picking on Person A.
Person A: Cut it out! Give it back, you imbecile!
One of the jocks was holding A’s backpack above their head.
Mean Ol’ Jock: Sure thing. On one condition: You plant one on my kisser, and I will happily return it to you.
The jock smirked while his friends egged him on.
Person A: Gladly.
A smirked, raised their fist, and planted one on his kisser, just like he asked. The jock stumbled back in shock, and looked up to find A grabbing their backpack and putting it back on. The jock stood upright, and when A turned to look at him, he was no longer smiling. In fact, his entire tough guy attitude dropped and was instead replaced by a vengeful scowl.
Jock: You’re gonna pay for that.
The jock lunged towards A, and with nowhere to run, A cowered down in anticipation of it. When nothing happened, A looked up to face the back of someone’s leather jacket. A looked around their leather-wearing savior and at the jock. He was just staring at the person who had stood in front of A. The person looked back, and A realized it was Person B. B winked at A, then turned back to face the jock.
Person B: Hey man. Leave A alone. What did they ever do to you?
Jock: *completely ignoring the statement and instead choosing to stare in shock* Why do you care what happens to the little nerd?
Person B: I care about the “little nerd” because I need help with my homework, studying, they live by me, our parents are friends, and, to be honest, they make a pretty good sparring partner. Now, if you don’t mind, I would prefer it if you stayed away from them. They are off limits. Got it?
The jock stood up completely straight and came chest to chest with B, sizing them up.
Jock: What are you gonna do about it?
Person B: As captain of all your sports teams, I am politely asking you, and I won’t ask again. I’ll just bench you for the rest of the year. Now, do I make myself clear?
The circle of jocks were just staring in shock as the first one looked grim before giving a quick nod.
He stepped back, turned around, and walked away. The crowd that had formed earlier dispersed and then it was just A and B.
Person B: Okay. Since I just saved your ass, I figure it would only serve to take you home, too.
B offered up their hand to A, but all they got was a blank stare.
Person B: Hello. Earth to A. You still with me?
A just stared.
Person B: You know what. Forget this. I have another way.
A let out a yelp when B grabbed them and threw them over B’s shoulder. As B walked out of the school and to their car, A protested the entire way there. Finally, B unlocked their car, opened the passenger side door, and set A down. B then casually walked over to the driver’s side door, opened the door, and got it. A stood there, staring into the open door at B. B glanced up at A and gave them a little smile.
Person B: You coming, or what?
A finally snapped out of their daze and scrambled to get into the car. B chuckled to themselves as they drove A home. B glanced over at A a few times, and was about to say something before A leaned over and turned up the radio.
Person B: I guess not.
They said nothing to each other for the whole ride until they reached A’s house. B parked the car and got out with A. B walked up behind A, grabbed their backpack, and kept walking to A’s front door. A glared at the back of B’s head and grumbled to themselves.
Person B: Take a picture. It’ll last longer.
B smirked at A over their shoulder, and A ran up to B, grabbing their backpack.
Person A: You know I can carry this myself, right?
Person B: I know, but I figured I would do it since you were moving so slow.
At this point, they had both reached A’s front door, and A was digging through their backpack for their keys. A suddenly held up a neon green key and grinned.
Person A: Well, I appreciate you walking me to the door. And for saying all the stuff, even though none of it is even remotely true.
Person B: Yeah sure. No problem. Oh, one more thing before I leave.
A turned around to unlock the door, and turned back around to face B.
Person A: Yes?
B leaned forward and kissed A on the cheek, standing there for a few moments before leaning away.
Person B: Take care of yourself. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you. See you around.
With that, B walked back to their car, all the while having A watching them. When B got into their car, they looked over at A, and could see them placing a hand on their cheek from where B had placed their mark. They gave each other a soft smile, B waved, and drove off. A turned around, walked inside the house, and lazily dropped onto the couch in an attempt to collect their thoughts.
Person A: *with a huge smile on their face* This is going to be one interesting school year.
Mason basically walks in on the reader and Liam getting it on *wink wink*
Season 4 AU
Credit to gif owner ^
Warning- Swearing, oral and some unprotected sex man wrap it before you tap it!! smut, daddy kink (; & fluff
Word Count- 1,261
I sat on the bleachers with Malia as they watched the boys practice “Hey Malia, what are you working on?” I glanced down at what was on Malia’s lap “Math, useless math.” Malia groaned causing me to laugh my attention turned back to Liam who scored a goal causing me to squeal “Malia! Did you see that Liam made a goal!” Malia gave me a deadpan look “(Y/N) instead why don’t you help me!” I gave her a confused look “Malia you’re a senior I’m a sophomore. I didn’t learn any of this yet.” Malia groaned giving me a fake cry “I shouldn’t have shifted. Coyotes don’t do homework.” Her humor caused me to laugh oh Malia.
Requested by anon. I turned
this into an OC thing because I’m trying to distance myself from the
reader inserts. But you can just overlook the first name and simply
imagine it’s you. I will probably physically describe OC at some point, since you
requested she’s William’s sister, I figured they’d look alike.
Magnusson has always had everything she ever wanted in life, except
for one thing. The boyish charm of her brother’s childhood friend had
wrecked her poor heart and ruined her for any other guy – you can
trust her, she has tried. She could see the way he looked at
her, though she knew there were rules about not hitting on your best
friend’s little sister. Luckily for her, there were no restrictions
when it was the other way around.
Word count: 1.4k
A/N: From now on I won’t be able to spend my entire days writing like I did with Play Me, so to make sure you won’t have to wait too long between each chapter I decided to write short chapters (yes, Yours Truly has finally decided to become a reasonable person) Enjoy this little foretaste!
are simply not meant to be. Even when people maximized their chances
by doing everything in their power to achieve their goal, it wasn’t
always enough. Like in this maddening scene in Titanic where Jack
can’t get on the floating door, and after everything he has gone
through to be with Rose, he just dies. Well, maybe this was a little
bit dramatic, chances are you won’t die in real life, you will just
be really, really frustrated because all your efforts are thrown into
the trash. But she was drifting from the subject.
Mara’s brother had befriended the one guy who was simultaneously the
absolute worst and the best thing that has ever happened to her.
William and Chris were inseparable friends since- since always. As
far as her memory goes, Chris has always been in their lives. He was
like family to a certain extent – and that was precisely her
Request: hey, i love your writing! i was
wondering if you could do a tony stark x daughter!reader where the reader
sprains her ankle and still tries to do loads of things and won’t let it heal
because she’s stubborn af and tony gets all protective? i sprained my ankle
recently and it just sucks lmao 😂 once again, love your
You were in school doing PE and your teacher was having you
do laps. It was the final lesson so you were excited, wanting to go home. Your
dad was picking you up as well so you were looking forward to it.
Caught in your daydream your foot got caught in a hole in
the ground, causing you to go tumbling to the ground. You groaned, sitting up
and tried to get up, when a sharp pain went through your ankle. Looking down,
you saw it wasn’t broken, but when you touched it, it hurt like hell. You
called over your teacher who dismissed you early.
Can we have more Soul to Soul please? What does Anakin think about the situation? Does anyone show interest in taking him on as a padawan? What does Qui-Gon do to try to earn Obi-Wan's forgiveness? Thank you for your writing.
“What does it mean that you are soul
bonded?” Obi-Wan looked up at the cautious voice, blinking at the
blond shuffling in front of him wearing a set of Initiate robes
instead of the ragged clothes he had from Tatooine. “I-I mean you
don’t have to ans-”
“Its alright, its not a term you
usually find outside of Force sensitive so you wouldn’t have heard
it before I imagine.” Obi-Wan set his homework aside, running his
hand over his short hair. “As for what it means…” He mulled
over that while waving Anakin to sit down beside him.
The former slave slowly did as told,
settling beside Obi-Wan on the couch while watching the other
He hadn’t meant to disturb but he
really wanted to know what it meant to be soul bonded and he wanted
to know before he moved out from the Jinn/Kenobi quarters.
“Soul bonding can mean…different
things…when applied to different people. Different relationships.”
Obi-Wan started haltingly. “What it really means though is that…a
person soul isn’t complete, there are parts missing and someone
else has the missing part.”
“Like a lock needs a key?” Anakin
tilted his head.
Obi-Wan gave a small snort but nodded,
smiling approvingly at the other. “Yes. Like a lock needs a key.
Master Qui-Gon is my missing part and I’m his missing part.” He
settled his hands on his own knees, watching Anakin. “And we lend
each other stability through the soul bond. But because of that we
have…difficulties bonding to others in the same way. In some ways,
it isolates us but it also makes us stronger as a pair.” He
“Is that why the council says Mr
Qui-Gon take me as a padawan?” Anakin squirmed.
“In a manner yes. There is a
potential that he could bond with you but…it would be a very
lacking bond.” Obi-Wan explained. “And padawans deserves the
best.” His tone was firm. “They deserve their master’s best and
not to be considered a burden or a second thought.”
Anakin blinked at him, staring at the
redhead before slowly nodding, knowing better then to ask.
Thinking that was it for questions,
Obi-Wan reached for his homework again.
“Are you and Mr Qui-Gon lovers then?”
Obi-Wan’s hand froze at the
innocently posed question and then he sighed and looked back at
Anakin, looking faintly worn. “Sometimes. The soul bond doesn’t
require it but…we…its…” He ran a frustrated hand over his
chin. “Its complicated. Loving Qui-Gon Jinn can be a complicated
thing, especially since I’m still his padawan.” He sat back on
The boy on the couch hesitated,
fingering the edge of his tunic. “Does…does he hurt you?”
“Force no!” Obi-Wan sat up quickly,
giving Anakin a wide eyed look. Then he grimaced. “Well, not like
you’re thinking. But emotions can be a difficult thing and
sometimes you say things that hurts others without meaning to.”
“Oooh…mom says I have to say sorry
when I hurt people.” The blond offered solemnly.
“And that’s what Master Qui-Gon is
trying to do now. By giving me my space and letting me decide what I
want to do about my trials.” Obi-Wan sighed a bit, resting his
elbows on his knees and his head on his hands. “Emotions are
difficult Anakin. And with a soul bond… I can always feel him.”
He tapped his temple, catching blue eyes with his green. “Right
here, faintly when far away or the bond is shielded or clear when its
open and he’s close. Sometimes I feel just how much he cares for me
and it makes it difficult to…sort through my own emotions when I’m
That got a grimace from Anakin. “That
doesn’t sound nice.”
“No, it leaves him a tendency to run
rough over my feelings because I tend to forgive him so quickly.”
Obi-Wan sighed. “And we need to work on that. But at the same
time…” Obi-Wan’s lips twitched a bit. “At the same time its
the best thing in the world when I can feel how proud he is of me,
how much he cares for me, how grateful he is when I’m close…”
He let his words trail off.
There were some things a close to ten
year old didn’t need to hear.
Like how desirable Obi-Wan felt when he
could feel Qui-Gon’s lust and love.
He shook his head and looked at Anakin.
“Has the Council decided what’s going to happen with you though?”
Anakin fiddled heavily with his tunic
at that, flustering. “Well um…you got to promise not to tell mr
Qui-Gon but…uhu.” He nodded.
Raising his eyebrow in faint amusement
and mostly worry, Obi-Wan wondered what the council was up to now.
“Okay, I promise.”
“Master Koon is going to take me as a
padawan, because he’s um…” Anakin blushed and Obi-Wan nodded
encouragingly to him to finish his sentence. “Because he’s old
and knows a lot. And he’s raised a lot of padawans.”
Obi-Wan couldn’t resist a little
snigger. “Ah, okay then. Makes sense.”
Obviously feeling the amusement,
Obi-Wan felt Qui-Gon reach out to him through their bond, Qui-Gon’s
side fully open as it had been since that disaster of a council
meeting, his query curious but not intrusive or demanding to what had
amused his bondmate and padawan in this moment. Obi-Wan just sent a
‘speak to the Council about it.’ Hum back to the man.
“Do you think Mr Qui-Gon will mind?”
Anakin fiddled with his tunic some more. “I mean he wanted to train
me… And Master Koon says I’ll be moving in with him at the end of
the week once he has the quarters ready. He had to move from the…um
the ones up stairs to down here?”
“He had to move to the padawan and
master quarters, yes.” Obi-Wan nodded, smiling. “And I don’t
think Qui-Gon will mind right now. He’s kind of busy…” A bit of
steel entered Obi-Wan’s tone.
“Getting your forgiveness?” Anakin
“Yes, that. He’s doing good right
now but we’ll see how long it lasts.” He hummed.
They quieted down for a bit.
“…Do you like Plo Koon?”
“…He says he’s going to get my
mother free.” Came the shy whisper.
“Ah. I’m glad Anakin.
Congratulation on getting your teacher.”
Akaashi Keiji did not believe in love, and he definitely did not believe in soulmates.They just didn’t exist, he had seen love go wrong so many times, it’s no surprise that he had lost hope. When Keiji was three, his mother walked out on him and his father, leaving behind nothing. His memories of his mother were scarce, even when she was still around she spent most of her time holed up in her office. It didn’t take long for his father to start bring home other women, none of which ever lasted long. In the twelve years since his mother left, Keiji’s father has been through three failed marriages, and countless failed relationships. It wasn’t for lack of trying, Keiji knew that, but it didn’t make him feel any differently.
By the time he was in middle school, Keiji had had enough. The women were changing constantly and he just wanted a way out. He began to stay at school longer and longer, always with the excuse that it was easier to concentrate, but his father was skeptical. Keiji loved his father, he really did, and that may have been the reason why he never told him how he felt. He hated all the women he brought home, he hated how they always acted nice around him just so that his father would like them. He loved his father, and he knew how hard he was trying, so he kept his mouth shut.
When his second year of middle school began, Keiji’s father made a comment. During breakfast on his first day, his father sat across the table, newspaper in one hand, coffee in the other. Mornings like this were rare, just the two of them, and Keiji would be lying if he said he didn’t like it. He preferred times like these, no nameless women, just him and his father.
“Keiji,” his father said, setting his paper down. Keiji glanced up from his meal, staring over at his father, waiting for him to continue. “You did well last year, almost perfect grades and you were at the top of your class. I’m proud of you, I really am, but is it really necessary to spend all that extra time at school? I feel like I hardly ever saw you.”
There it was, the guilt. He knew his father wasn’t trying to make him feel guilty, but that didn’t make the feeling go away. He didn’t want to tell his father the real reason he had been out of the house so often, so instead, he decided on a different tactic.
“I guess I can do my homework here,” he started. He felt bad, seeing his father’s eyes light up; he wasn’t done yet. “I’m going to join a club this year though, so I still might not be home a lot.”
“A club?” his father asked, forgetting about his now cold coffee.
“Yes, though I’m not sure which club yet. Being involved in a club looks good on your transcript,” he explained, finishing his meal. What he said wasn’t false, being involved did look good, but he wasn’t exactly doing it because he wanted to.
Somehow, during that first day of his second year of middle school, Keiji joined the volleyball team. He had never been athletic, never much of a team player, but somehow he managed to get scouted by the current volleyball captain, Shiba-san. The whole series of events were rather odd, and Keiji still wasn’t quite sure how things managed to work out how they did. He had been walking in the courtyard afterschool, wandering around looking at the various club tables set up, when he heard a shout from behind him. Curiously, he turned to see a tall third year running straight towards him, one arm extended and a look of worry on his face. As a shadow appeared overhead, Keiji looked up to see a volleyball a few feet away, rushing right towards him. While most people would have run out of the way or blocked their face, Keiji put his hands up, allowing the ball to land perfectly within his grasp. He wasn’t sure why, but he pushed the ball back into the air, were it arched perfected in front of the third year.
“You’re a setter,” the third year called, his voice full of amazement. Keiji furrowed his brow, he wasn’t anything.
“I’m not a setter,” he replied, staring oddly at the other boy. He knew enough about volleyball to know what a setter was, and it definitely wasn’t him.
“What do you mean you aren’t a setter? That was the most perfect toss I’ve ever seen!” the third year yelled, looking between where the ball had landed and Keiji.”Are you in a club? I’m Tatsumi Shiba, third year captain of the volleyball team, and we really need a setter, especially one of your level.”
“Akaashi Keiji, second year. I’ve never played volleyball, but if you’ll have me, then I will gladly join your club.”
When Keiji first began volleyball, he didn’t think he would like it as much as he did. He learned the rules of the game very quickly, and he somehow was a pretty good setter right away. He worked well with his team, even if he only considered them acquaintances at best. His team quickly realized that Keiji wasn’t one to make friends, he was realiable on the court and friendly enough, but they didn’t push it. The closest thing he had to a friend was Tatsumi, but Keiji still didn’t consider it friendship. He didn’t form relationships with people, that just wasn’t something he did. He would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy Tatsumi’s company however; he felt oddly lonely during his final year of middle school without his former captain.
Graduation came and went, and before Keiji knew it he was headed for one of the best schools in Tokyo. He knew he could have gotten into Fukurodani with his grades alone, but spending two years on a good volleyball team was a good backup. Fukurodani had one of the best volleyball teams in the country, so being considered a good player himself was definitely helpful. Keiji’s plans going into high school was to focus on school work, quitting volleyball entirely, and he felt oddly disappointed about that. He knew that he wasn’t a bad setter and that he would probably make the team, but he also knew that there were much better players.
The morning of his first year of high school, his father said something. It was another rare morning, just the two of them together at the table, a similar atmosphere to that same morning just two years earlier.
“Keiji,” he began, setting down his newspaper and looking over at his son. “Are you going to continue volleyball?”
“No,” he replied simply, picking at his breakfast. Even though he said that, he wasn’t sure if he actually meant it.
“I think you should,” he father responded, taking a sip of his coffee. Keiji froze slightly, this was not how he expected this to go.
“And why is that?” he asked, putting his fork down. He really was curious; normally his father would want him to spend more time at home, so why was he pushing for him to continue volleyball?
“I know that you haven’t had the best upbringing and you usually just do what you have to in order to get by, but whenever I went to your games in middle school, you just looked so happy. You aren’t one to show your emotions, but when you were playing your eyes were the brightest I’ve ever seen them. I just don’t want you to stop doing something that makes you that happy,” his father explained. Keiji had never really thought about it, but he did enjoy volleyball, a lot. There were many other high schools in Tokyo with better academic programs that he could have easily attended, so he couldn’t help but wonder if there was another reason he chose Fukurodani.
“It won’t hurt I suppose,” he answered, turning back to his food. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his father smile, true and genuine,
Volleyball try outs were right after school, and Keiji felt weird. He assumed this was what nerves felt like, but he wasn’t sure. nothing had ever made him nervous. When he arrived at the large gym, he was greeted by a tall and energetic second year.
“Hello! I’m second year Bokuto Koutaro, wing spiker and soon to be ace!” he smiled, his joy reaching all the way to his eyes. Keiji felt strange, but not in the same way he did before. It was, almost nice.
“Akaashi Keiji, first year. I played setter in middle school,” he answered politely. As soon as he said the word setter, the other boy began to bounce around the room.
“Konoha he’s a setter!” he yelled to another second year across the gym. Konoha glanced over and gave Keiji an apologetic look.
“Bokuto, don’t scare the poor kid away,” he called back, walking over to them. “Konoha Akinori,” he greeted when he reached them. “I must warn you, this guy can spike for four hours straight and not get tired.”
“I could never get tired of spiking!” Bokuto cheered, jumping into the air and swinging his head in a spiking motion. “Hey Akaaaaaaasghi will you set for me?” he asked, already running towards the court. Keiji sighed and looked over at Konoha, who just shrugged at him in response.
“It’s Akaashi, by the way,” he corrected as he got into place by the net.
“Sure thing Akaaaaashihi,” Bokuto replied, still somehow managing to pronounce it wrong. Keiji shook his head, Bokuto was definitely odd, but for some reason he really didn’t mind.
“Ready? Here we go!” Bokuto called, tossing a ball into the air. Keiji waited patiently, watching the ball. Bokuto’s throw was perfect, so he wouldn’t have to move in order to set it. As the ball got closer, Keiji watched Bokuto out of the corner of his eye; where he was going, the speed at which he was getting there, how high he was going to jump. As soon as the ball touched his fingers, it was gone again, speeding right towards Bokuto’s swinging arm. With a loud bang, the ball smashed against the wood floor, perfectly landing on the other side of the net. When Bokuto landed, he looked between his hand and Keiji, a big smile growing on his face.
“That was perfect Akagagashi! You’re really good!” he cheered, a goofy grin on his face. Keiji smiled slightly at the praise.
“You’re a good spiker. You have good form and power,” Keiji responded, he wasn’t great at complimenting people, but by the look on the other boy’s face he assumed he did just fine.
“I am the ace!” he grinned, smacking Keiji hard on the back. He flinched slightly, but he didn’t hate the contact.
“Hey, do you wanna stay after and set to me? It’ll be really fun!” Bokuto promised, looking directly at Keiji. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Konoha shaking his head violently, but something felt different about Bokuto, so he did something he never thought he would.
“Sure Bokuto-san.” The other boy’s grin lit up the entire gym.
Akaashi Keiji didn’t believe in love, and he definitely didn’t believe in soulmates. He did, however, believe in Bokuto Koutaro, and that was good enough for him.
Here is the obligatory reminder that the official translation isn’t actually available online and that scanlations will just have to do.
But. You know.
Meanwhile Watanuki fails every roll for deception he has ever made.
See also: Watanuki knowing that he could have, actually, just made extra somen for Doumeki when he was cooking for Yuuko. He could have done that. But what he did instead was make two entirely separate meals specifically so he could take one to Doumeki and lie through his teeth about where it came from.
Seriously Watanuki how much free time do you have.
1. rock to my roll / anarbor 2. fool’s gold / one direction3. oceans / coasts4. everybody talks / neon trees5. ribs / lorde6. too afraid to love you / dylan gardner7. walking disasters / the wombats8. youth / troye sivan
Summary: Taichi comes over to Yamato to see what kept the other from school. Yamato just wants some peace and quiet.
Type: Short story/fanfiction Words: 1331 Category: Digimon Genre: Hurt/Comfort Rating: Teen Characters: Taichi & Yamato Warnings: A sick person, a blanket, a couch. An author who can’t warnings do save her life.
“Oh shit.” You mumbled and turned around to face the shelve filled with cereals. Calum hadn’t noticed you yet and it made you calm down a bit. Seeing your old friend was painful and embarrassing – especially after you tried to forget him. It was hard to forget-forget him since he was everywhere touring the world and such – you even went to one of their shows once because your friend forced you. Of course, you didn’t tell her that you were old buds with the bassist. But you had never thought that you would contact him or even see him again. It was weird and surely he must have forgotten about you.
Of course, he couldn’t remember you. You shook your head as you walked to the cashier with a peaceful feeling in your gut. There was no way that Calum would remember you. It was years ago and now he was probably a whole other person that he was in high school.
“Y/N?” You heard a low voice with a thick Australian accent behind you. Fuck, you thought as you turned around with a fake smile plastered on your lips.
“No, Ron, that doesn’t make sense!” I was trying to help Ron finish his paper in time because Hermione had decided to boycott helping anyone with their homework.
“But how? Didn’t Snape say that you have to put crushed root of asphodel into the potion?”
I swatted his head in frustration.
“Honestly, do you ever pay attention, even a little in class?”
Ron pouted at me and I rolled my eyes. I looked up to see Fred angrily waving me over.
“I’ll be right back.” Ron ignored me and I left him furiously flipping through his textbook.
“What’s going on?”
Fred leaned towards me and furiously whispered, “Y/n, nowadays it’s more like you’re dating Ron instead of me!”
“What are you talking about?” I put my hand on Fred’s chest to try and calm him down. “Love, I was just helping your brother with his homework. Nothing was happening. And anyways, how did you think anything was happening between us? Did you not see how mad we got at each other?”
Fred’s angry, scrunched up eyes unscrunched until they were back to their normal cheery forms.
“There we go.” I patted my boyfriend’s shoulder, kissed his cheek, and turned back around. “Now I have to get back to helping Ron with his essay.”
Fred grabbed my waist from behind me and pulled me back, giving me a hug.
“Yeah, yeah I love you too.” I smiled and brushed him off to head back to the still-frustrated Ron.
You look at Darry with a smile on your face as he
walks through the door.
“How was work, honey?” You ask instantly, walking
up to him and planting a kiss to his lips. “Did you have a good day?”
“It was fine” He sighed, rubbing a hand through
his hair. He looked stressed and completely worn down. “I’m just tired, is all.”
“Well, why don’t you go on to bed? I’m making your
favourite” You grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands hoisted
around your waist as he kissed your neck. “Go on honey, I’ll wake you when it’s
“I love you” He said, giving you a chaste kiss.
You grinned as you pulled away.
“I love you too, now go get some sleep” You
smacked his butt lightly as you went back into the kitchen were Ponyboy was
“How’s that homework going for you, Ponyboy?” You
asked kindly, mussing his perfectly greased hair as you walked past him.
“I’m nearly done, I’m just stuck on this last
question is all, do you think you could help me if you’re not too busy?”
Immediately you stopped what you were doing as you
stood behind him, grabbing the pencil from his hand as you looked over at the
math problem he was currently trying to solve.
You helped him solve it, explaining the rules he
needed to use in order to achieve the correct answer.
“Thank you” He said smiling up at you.
“How was school today, sweetie?” You asked as you
began chopping up the chicken you had brought from the store earlier today. “Did
anything interesting happen?”
“Not really…” He said trailing off.
There was just something so suspicious about the
way he said that.
“Not really?” You said with a raised eyebrow. “What
does not really mean?”
“It mean’s Darry is going to be angry at me.” He held
up his history paper with a big, fat D- marked on it.
“Angry” You huffed, a hand on your hip. “Did you
even study for this test?” You gave him your infamous ‘don’t you dare lie to me look’.
“No”” He sighed, looking down at his hands. “I
might have gone out instead.”
“Ponyboy Michael Curtis, what has Darry said to
you about doing your homework and studying? It’s important that you keep your
grades up, that way you’ll be able to go to college and make something of
yourself. You were made for bigger things than Tulsa!” You gripped his
shoulders lightly, forcing him to look in your eyes. “I want you to promise me
that you will study from now on.”
“I will, I promise” You wrapped your arms around
him, kissing his forehead.
You went back to cooking as the door slammed open,
making you jump at the sound.
“Goodness Sodapop, Darry is trying to sleep. Keep
it down, honey.”
“Sorry Y/N!” He yelled from the room he and
Ponyboy shared making you roll your eyes.
“Hey, Y/N?” Ponyboy said with an almost shy look
on his face.
“What is it, darling?” You asked, stirring the
mixture as you made contact with him.
“Do you think it’d be alright if I go out with
Dally and Johnny to see a movie?” You looked at him with a frown on your face,
wanting to say no. You knew Darry would be beyond pissed off if you allowed him
to go out on a school night, especially with D- he just got.
But he looked so damn innocent with those big
puppy dog eyes that he was giving you.
“Fine, but I want you back by nine. No exceptions,
you hear me?”
“Thanks Y/N” He grinned.
“I will put your dinner in the fridge, you can
heat it up when you get home.” He raced out of the kitchen, throwing a ‘thanks’
over his shoulder. “And I mean it, no later than 9!”
Darry woke up just as you were dishing out the dinner
you had cooked, you laughed as you saw his hair sticking out in all different
“Do you feel any better?” You asked as he sat on
the chair beside Sodapop.
“Ponyboy Curtis, get your ass out here right now!”
Darry yelled, making you inwardly wince, forgetting that you hadn’t put his bad
grades away from Darry.
“Actually, he isn’t here” You said in a small
voice as you placed their dinner on the table. “I let Ponyboy go to the movies
with Johnny and Dal-“
“You what?” He hissed angrily, rising from the
seat he had just been in. “You know my rules about him going out on a school
night, and did you know he got a D- when you let him leave?”
You didn’t answer him as you looked down at the
“Jesus Christ, Y/N, I thought you had more damn
sense than that.” He huffed, his fists balling at his side. “Honestly, what
were you thinking?”
He was yelling at you, he never yelled at you.
“Ponyboy hardly ever gets the chance to go out
anymore.” You said in a soft voice, refusing to meet his eyes.
“That’s because the last time he went out he ended
up in a murder rap, are you stupid?” His hands grasped your hips tightly as he
glared down at you. Poor Sodapop looked on with widened eyes, not knowing what
to do as he watched the drama unfold before him.
“Darry stop” You whispered, finally looking up at
him with widened eyes.”You’re scaring me, heck, you’re scaring your brother.”
His grip on your his lessened as he stepped back
from you, fire in his eyes.
“Y/N, I want you to pack your things and leave. I
don’t want you here”
Your eyes widened as you reached out to touch him;
he recoiled away from your touch like he had been burnt.
“Darry, please don’t do this! You don’t mean that.”
Tears were brimming in your eyes.
“Darry…” Sodapop whispered.
“You stay out of this Soapop!” Darry growled,
slamming his hands down on the table in front of the wide eyed Curtis.
“Don’t you dare talk to him like that, Darryl!” You
pushed him out of your way and bent down to Sodapop’s level.
“I love you, Kid” You pressed your lips to his
forehead as you ran out of the house, tears falling from your eyes. Quite
frankly you didn’t care where you ended up, you just ran, your dress flapping
behind you in the wind.
You found yourself at the park you had first met
You sat on the swings you and your friend had once
watched Darry from. You remember watching him play football with the gang, his
shirt was off and you were both swooning.
You were caught out of sweet reminiscent reverie
as you heard footsteps approach you from behind, you heartbeat pulsated in the
cage of your chest.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N” You heard a soft voice say
from behind you, their arms wrapping around your middle. “Please, come back
home to me, to us.”
You shook you head, pursing your lips, trying you
damn hardest not to let any sobs escape.
“No, Darry. You don’t want me, you said so
yourself!” You whispered through your tears, you felt his arms unwind from
across your middle as he knelt down in front of you immediately.
“Look at me, baby” When you refused to meet his
eyes his fingers went underneath your chin, gently forcing you to look into
“I’m so sorry, okay? I honestly am, I came home
from work and I was so stressed. I couldn’t even sleep with all the racket that
the boys were making. And when I came out and saw that damn report card… I
just lost it. And when I heard that you let Pone go… I just got so scared.”
You saw tears in his eyes. “I was so scared that I was going to lose him again.
I don’t know what I’d do if that happened.”
“That would never happen” You whispered, wiping
away his tears with the pad of your thumb. “Pony is a smart kid, he knows better
“I don’t want to lose you either” He said, looking
down at the ground.
You brought him into your chest and you kissed the
top of his head.
Friday, (Y/N), Stiles and company went to a party at Danny’s house,
when with a few drinks over (Y/N) ended up kissing Stiles. Throughout
the weekend, Stiles has been trying to talk to her by phone to
clarify what happened, but she does not answer his calls or messages.
However, on Monday morning, when everyone comes to school (Y/N)
behaves as if nothing had happened and did not seem to give
importance to the kiss. Stiles angry with her for having ignored and
now act as if nothing had happened, so he just yelling at her in the
hallway. Professor Harris discuss hears and punishes them stay an
hour after class.
A/N: English is not my first language so I’m sorry for grammatical errors it can have. I did my best to write this. Please, don’t be rude.
return in an hour” said Professor Harris. “Let’s see if
this time on detention will help you two to reconsider what can and
cannot be done at school”
professor closed the door behind himself and left Stiles and (Y/N)
alone in the detention class. They should write and eassy about what
should not be discussed in the school halls, which for (Y/N) was a
piece of cake. In ten minutes, it was finished, so she dedicated
herself to filing her nails. Five minutes later, Stiles also had
finished. (Y/N) looked at his eassy and smiled.