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Worth It (Evan Hansen x reader imagine)

A/N: Hii! I wanted to start on requests today, but I actually had a really rough day so I just wrote and out came this! It was really interesting to write for Evan. I feel that we are pretty similar so it was odd that it was a little challenging to write his dialogue, but I think it turned out okay. Let me know though! Also this inspired me to write a Jared request tomorrow. Yay!

Request: sadly no, but I’m starting writing requests tomorrow
Words: 1339
Warnings: none, since I don’t think that one kiss counts

The idea that you had all the time in the world was never one that suited you. Instead, you raced through life, trying to do the most in the least amount of time. You threw yourself into all the AP classes you could find, joined over five clubs and created another two, all while taking extra classes to bulk up your G.P.A and make yourself desirable for colleges. You never did anything with less than 100% and you pushed yourself beyond the breaking point. Some might say that all of the pushing and pushing led to the inevitable fall, also known as when you stayed up for 72 hours straight and wandered into a 7/11 wearing nothing but a dinosaur costume made for 10-year-olds. On the other hand, nobody knew where you found the costume, so you actually came out of the experience with a super cool outfit.
Your parents didn’t find the whole fiasco as funny as you did. Instead, they saw it as a cry for help, which it might have been, but you couldn’t get over the fact that you had dyed one-foot blue and had no memory of it. So for the next month you spent your days in therapy, recollected yourself, and learned that your worth wasn’t determined by your grade point average or how the life you would live wouldn’t be determined by high school. In the end you had to admit that you couldn’t keep up what you had been doing. You ended up dropping the clubs, the overwhelming AP classes, and unneeded stresses.

When you went back to school you told anyone that asked that you had to go out of town for family. Nobody asked further questions, their minds too consumed with other things. The only person who seemed the least bit concerned was a boy who was in your P.E. class named Evan. You had often talked to him during P.E. since both of you dreaded the mile run that everyone had to do each month. When you walked into the school gym you were greeted with Evan’s relieved yet still stressed smile.
“Are you okay y/n?” he immediately asked. Maybe sensing the surprise on your face he took two steps back.
“I-I mean you don’t have to tell me. I don’t care. I mean I do care! I j-just want to make sure you’re okay.”
“It’s fine Evan,” you said before Evan could start his nervous ramble again. You had actually grown to enjoy his rambling, you found it adorable. It was hard to admit, but you had missed him and his kind eyes and even kinder words.
“Some family stuff came up and I had to go for a while.”
“Oh, well I hope everything is okay and that everyone’s alright.”
“They’re getting there.” And with that the gym teacher blew her whistle and forced everyone to start running.
What you didn’t know was that over the past month Evan had been extremely worried. No matter what coping skills his therapist gave him, or how many pep talks his mom gave him, and even Jared saying that if he was so freaked out he could have a “bro sleepover, not a sleepover since we’re cooler than that, but a bro sleeper,” but he was still worried about you every day. When he saw you walk in relief flooded his whole body. Finally, he knew you were okay, and that all the horrible possibilities that he kept overthinking weren’t real. With the knowledge that you were safe he knew that it was finally time to pluck the courage to talk to you more.

To Evan’s surprise you were the one who found him at lunch. You walked into the cafeteria knowing that if you ate with the people you normally did they would be judgmental about your new school schedule. Out of the corner of your eye you caught a glance of Evan and his friend Jared that once spilled orange juice all over your shoes and then asked why you spilled his juice. Realizing that spending lunch with Evan was the best choice you walked over and sat down across from the two boys.
“Well, well, well. What brings you over here y/n? Got bored of overachieving to the extreme?” Jared asked while shoving fries into his already full mouth. Evan sent Jared a glance while you laughed.
“Actually, I wanted to eat with Evan, but you’re a wonderful bonus.”
“You wanted to eat with me? Why would you?”
“Damn Evan, be nice to the hot girl who wants to eat with us.” With Jared’s response Evan’s eyes went wide, while you tried to hide your laughs.
“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to be mean! I was just curious to why, but I guess it came off as mean when I would never want to be mean to you-,” you reached across the table and patted Evan’s arm while his face went bright red.
“It’s seriously fine Evan. I understood where you were coming from. And Jared, are you always so blunt?”
“You best believe I am. You don’t get to be as smooth as me by beating around the bush.”
“Oh totally. You are the epitome of smooth Jared.” With that the three of you spent the rest of lunch laughing and for the first time you enjoyed lunch and had a nice time.
For the next few weeks you spent your lunch with your newfound friends and always laughed the time away. Although Jared was extremely fun to be around you couldn’t help, but want to spend more time with Evan.

“Evan?”
“Uh yes y/n?” Evan said looking up from the paper he was scribbling on. You were currently in P.E., but the teacher had finally realized that neither of you would ever beat your mile run time.
“I was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime, out of school. And without Jared. I mean I like the guy, but not how I like you.”
“You want to hang out with just me?”
“Well unless you don’t want to.”
“No! I want to!” Evan said loudly causing his face to turn bright crimson red, and for the teacher to send an annoyed look to the both of you.
“Just so you know, I’m asking you on a date. I wasn’t very clear, so here is another chance to back out.”
“I still want to,” he replied with his smile beaming back to your bright smile.
“I have to tell you something else.” Evan nodded in response with curiosity written across his face.
“When I was away for a month it wasn’t because family stuff was happening,” you looked in his eyes for the next part.
“I went through a hard time and I needed to get some help so I could sort everything out. That’s why I stopped most of my AP classes and left all those clubs. It was all too much. I would get it if you don’t want to go out with me now that you know.” Evan just looked at you for a few seconds with an unreadable expression.
“That’s amazing.”
“What?”
“You are everything I’ve ever dreamed of. You are smart, beautiful, funny, and now I know that you might get what I go through.”
“You’ve gone through things like me?”
“Every day.”
“Do you still want to go on a date with me?” Evan asked looking down at his shoes. Instead of responding you brought his lips to your own. You could feel Evan’s surprise, but in an instant he kissed you back. The sounds around you seemed to drown out and all you could do was feel Evan’s soft lips against yours and hold onto the sweet taste of him loving you with everything he had.
“No lip smacking in my gym!!!” the teacher shouted from the other side of the room, but all you and Evan could do was ignore her and then intertwine hands as you were given detention together. It was definitely worth it.

ephirae  asked:

Ahh! I just love reading your stuff because it is so! good! every! time! You take all these prompts and respond to them in a way that I just never expect! Especially your latest one about the powers that favours hold! How are you able to respond to these prompts in such an abstract (is that even the right word) way? I always seem to take a literal route

Ah thank you! I love taking stories into unexpected directions, so it’s wonderful to know that I’m succeeding!

One of my favorite English teachers, shout out to Mrs. Ladd, told us a quote from Hemingway. “All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.”

That’s what I always try to do! 

In that particular prompt, the word that struck me most was “powerful.” In my experience, favors are what create and give power. It’s what politicians bank on and nepotism thrives on.

Thus, my one true sentence became “You know now (not then) that power comes through and from favors.” (X)

I tend to pick out one word and use whatever pops into my head as the backbone of the piece.

Or like one of my older posts, Devil Deals (X)! The word that stuck out to me there was “contract.” I’d just read that story about a dude who won a court case against a credit card company because he changed the contract to be no interest on his policy! And then I thought about that song Devil Went Down to Georgia and knew I wanted that tone in the prompt fill. Hence the true line:

“You know,” her grandmother says, “your grandpa was a fiddler. It’s no surprise he passed it on to you.”

So my advice is to not be afraid to dissect and pick apart a prompt! You don’t have to use all of it (never mention when you don’t, most people don’t mind!), just the parts that fit with what you find interesting. Whether that be the setting, a word, a color, or a name!

The Signs™ as things my math teacher has said
  • Shout out to Mr. Janosek my home slice
  • Aries: Now you're choking me, now you're not
  • Taurus: Look at this biscuit head
  • Gemini: You have to have a college degree to throw things in here (this was a high school freshman geometry class)
  • Cancer: You guys did baller on the quiz
  • Leo: When you guys disagree with me it's really hard to listen to you
  • Libra: Mason is a liquid
  • Virgo: I can do the shapes
  • Scorpio: [spoken in an exaggerated midwestern cowboy accent] tangent
  • Sagittarius: I can't count
  • Capricorn: I was in the women's band that year
  • Aquarius: What's a GIF I only know Jpegs
  • Pisces: It's a one way roast street
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Allison snarls: That’s right I’m not your friend, you f*cking bimbo. 

Lala pleads: Allison, stop! Nicole is here.

Allison: Nicole needs to know exactly what her mother is. A cheap, conniving, low-life bimbo who likes to go after married men. 

Ivory smiles: A married man who is also the father of my child.

Ivory smiles slyly at Niara and thinks to herself,  I’ve slept with both of your husbands, you b*tches.

Lala: Nicole, inside now. Hurry.

Ivory snaps: You don’t speak to my child either, Lala. 

Nicole whimpers: I’m scared. Please don’t say mean words. My teacher says-

Ivory shouts: GET YOUR ASS INSIDE NOW, NIC!

Nicole nods, then scurries away in tears, her little face crumpled with fear and worry.

Niara scoffs: Allison, why are you even concerned about this tramp? Look how she talks to her own small child.

Ivory: You’re one to talk, Niara. At least I don’t lock my kids out of their own house.

Niara suspicious: How the hell do you know that?

Ivory: I know a ton of things about BOTH of you. You thought you could come here and intimidate me, I suppose? Rich, classy San Myshuno socialites. Little do you know that I can destroy you both!  Now get off my property before I call the police.

All I Know is How to Love You - Chapter One (Yoongi x Y/N: Gang AU)

Okay so about a week ago I posted a condensed version of this story under the title RUN - Yoongi Gang AU and asked you guys if you wanted me to actually make it into a fanfiction like I had originally planned to. Due to overwhelming response i have decided to move forward with this! This first chapter is about half of the scenario I posted a week ago so if you read that you can skip right to chapter two! Thanks for all of the love and support and Merry Christmas to our wonderful followers, this is our present to you!! 

Here is my fanfiction based on BTS’ comeback and music video for RUN!

Originally posted by sugagifs

New schools were hard, and unfortunately, something I had become more than used to. Maybe that was what had hardened me over the years, at least that’s what people had guessed,  that coupled with a lack of appearance by dearest mother and father. They were always too busy, and recently I had become too empty to care. I can’t say I was surprised when we suddenly began packing up the house last week and I was forced to leave another piece of myself behind.

They said this would be the last time. They said it would be easy this time.

I never believed them, why start now?

So when I walked into my new classroom, I kept my face a blank, cold mask like always, staring down anyone who attempted to appraise me in anyway. I didn’t need friends, I would be gone in a month anyway, and it was easier not to get attached.

“Class we have a new student. Please introduce yourself.” The teacher ordered behind me, but I didn’t say a word. Everyone waited with anticipation and when it was clear that I was not going to say anything, I earned a slight chuckle from the back. Unconsciously my eyes slipped to the source, a smiley boy in the back corner who was holding back laughter with his seat mate. I was surprised to see the other boy had mint green hair underneath a backwards snap back, remembering the school’s rules about hair color and dress code. He cracked a smile at the other boy’s laughter, but for the most part kept a bored expression on his face.

As if reading my mind the teacher shouted, “Both of you knock it off back there and hats off!” Then he nudged me from behind. “Introduce yourself now.”

It was an act of defiance, a stupid one, I know, but I refused to bow as I quietly said my name with ice in my tone. “Y/N.” And then I slid into a seat in the back, not far from the green haired boy and his laughing friend, putting my head down on the desk and trying my best to block out the noise and sleep. I heard the teacher sigh but he didn’t try and get me to stop so before I knew it I was drifting away.

Some time later I felt a light shake on my shoulder and I instantly woke up and coiled away. I hated when people touched me, it felt way too personal. Looking up, my eyes met those of a baby faced boy. I guess he was kind of cute. “Sorry I just—uh, it’s lunchtime.” He motioned behind himself, looking slightly sheepish.

I stood up and brushed past him coldly without a word. Usually, that would be more than enough to keep people away, but I could hear his rushed footsteps trying to keep up with me. “I’m Lee MinJae.” He held out his hand and I pushed it away.

“And I don’t care.”

He chuckled at my response. Who was this guy? “You’re the coldest person I have ever met, Y/N. And you’ve barely spoken two words to me.”

I stopped abruptly, giving him the most dangerous look I could muster. “Let’s keep it that way.” And then I turned away and stormed out of the school, not bothering to look back.

After wandering around for a bit, I found a huge willow tree and curled up beneath it. My stomach growled angrily, but I ignored it, trying to sleep for the duration of the lunch period. Of course, I could never be that lucky.

“Sorry but this spot is already taken. Try the lake on the other side of town.” A deep voice sounded from somewhere close, forcing me to open my eyes, a disgusted look on my face. A handsome boy stood looking down at me with a somewhat distressed expression at the sight of me.

“First come, first serve. Why don’t you go check out that lake you were talking about?” You turned away from him, trying to get comfortable.

“This is my spot. I come here everyday.” He was getting angry and when I peeked an eye out at him, I could see his fists clenched in frustration.

“Well I’m more than willing to share as long as you don’t talk to me.” I replied in a tired voice.

There were a few beats of silence and some grumbling before he finally settled down a feet away from me. “Who are you, anyway?”

“Your biggest issue apparently. No talking remember?”

“You obviously have no idea who I am and I’m pretty sure I’m older than you so you should be addressing me as ‘oppa’”

I snorted loudly, getting drawn in despite every piece of me screaming to stay away. “Do I look like the type of person who cares who you are or would call you ‘oppa’”?

He ignored my comment and stuck out his hand. “Kim Seokjin, Year 3. But you can call me Jin Oppa.”

Like to the boy before, I pushed his hand away and stood up. “Take your spot back I have no interest in sharing if you’re just going to try and talk to me.”

He acted like he had been shot. “So cold. What on earth happened to such a pretty girl like you for you to act this way?”

I stopped dead in my tracks at his words, daggers coming from gaze. Usually I would just walk away, but something about this place, about the people here, felt different. For some reason, I felt like I could trust this guy. “The world happened.”

He squinted his eyes slightly, trying to understand. “So much on one girl’s shoulders. Even I can sympathize. The world sucks, carry on hating it.” And then he laid down without another word, accepting the fact that I was leaving, and I did.

The rest of the day passed by way too slowly for my liking, and all I could think about was Jin and what he had said, how he had agreed. When I was on my way out of the school at the end of the day, there was some sort of commotion, everyone running around frantically but all in the same direction.

“They’ve got someone! It’s about to go down.” I heard someone yell. Despite my instincts to keep walking home, something stopped me. The arrows that always pointed me home were suddenly pointing in the direction of the commotion, and I couldn’t stop my feet as they carried me forward.

Someone was shouting. “ALL OF YOU! OUT OF HERE! NOTHING TO SEE HERE UNLESS YOU’RE LOOKING FOR THE SAME PUNISHMENT!”

The crowd quickly broke up after those words, much to my bewilderment. Unafraid of course, I stayed and observed from around a corner.

Seven boys hung around the back alley, some smoking, some laughing, but all of their attention focused on an eighth boy who was crouched on the ground shaking slightly. Amongst them I spotted the shock of green hair on the boy from my class. He swung a baseball bat around and around, a cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth.

“You owe us.” A taller boy with hot pink hair said quietly to the boy on the ground. “You know how this works.”

“I’m sorry, I just, I just need another week. Please.” The voice sounded awfully familiar, and then it hit me. MinJae. The kind, persistent boy who had woken me up for lunch.

“You see, we granted you an extra week last week. And our mercy has just about run out.” The pink haired boy replied in a bored tone. “Suga, if you would please.”

Suddenly, the green haired boy pushed himself from the wall and threw his cigarette to the ground, smashing it with his foot before advancing forward and swinging the bat with his full force at MinJae. I couldn’t help the little gasp that left my mouth at the sight, instantly putting my hand over my mouth to make sure they couldn’t hear me.

Some of the others began joining in, while the pink haired boy stayed leaning against the wall, watching, along with one other. Wait. Was that? I couldn’t believe my eyes as I realized it was Jin, the boy I had thought about all day, standing next to the leader.

A cry of pain brought my attention back to MinJae who had the other five boys surrounding him. I had to do something.

“Rap Monster, let’s stop there.” I heard Jin say in what you could tell was a forcibly bored voice.

“Just give it a few more minutes. We don’t tolerate traitors, remember?”

I was angry, so angry that I acted without thinking. Before I could stop myself, I was walking calmly toward the green haired boy they called Suga, and tapping him on the shoulder. He stiffened slightly, and turned. In his eyes I could see nothing but emptiness, and then I punched him square in the jaw, just like my self defense instructors had taught me. His head whipped back at the impact and the others had stopped to stare at the scene in awe. I grabbed hold of MinJae, supporting his weight as best I could and started to walk away without a word.

Before I had even gotten two steps away, Minjae was ripped away from me and thrown to the ground and I was being slammed into the wall. “What do we have here?” Suga growled at me and I kept my blank expression pasted on my face, refusing to show how scared I was.

Rap Monster, the fearless leader, came forward, followed by a reluctant Jin. “Who the fuck are you?”

“This is the girl who transferred to me and Suga’s class today. She’s hilarious she refused to acknowledge us or the teacher.” The boy who had been sitting next to Suga in class was grinning like a mad man as he chuckled at the memory. They had all surrounded me and Suga now.

“Well it looks like J-Hope’s your biggest fan.” Another boy said with a grin.

“Listen new girl, you don’t seem to know who you’re messing with. So I suggest you move along.” The leader said knowingly, and I shot him my best death glare.

“Not without that idiot over there.” I pointed at the barely conscious MinJae, “You did enough to him, anymore and you’ll kill him. Unless you’re looking to bury a body tonight.” My tone remained lifeless.

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” J-Hope shot me a grin. My stomach screamed.

“Just let her go. She’s learned her lesson, and so has he.” Jin spoke up, trying again to keep his tone even.

Suga continued to stare at me with those lifeless eyes that seemed to resemble mine a little bit, a bruise beginning to form on his jaw. After a few seconds he pushed away from me, and gave MinJae one more kick before lighting another cigarette and walking alone down the alley. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief before gathering up MinJae again and starting to walk away from the group, feeling all of their eyes on me as I went.

“Thank you.” Minjae breathed almost silently.

“Whatever.”

“Stay away from BTS. They’re gonna have it out for you now. You shouldn’t have done that.”

I didn’t say anything as I called an ambulance and waited for it to take him away before heading home. All I could think about was the way Suga’s eyes had stared into mine, seeing everything and nothing. I didn’t like the way it made me feel so bare, like he could see every piece of me.

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anonymous asked:

because the Neurotypicals made fidgets into some well-hated fad all the teachers flip when you have them now. sorry Miss that it helps me with my crippling anxiety :-))))

dude i was straight up crying in chorus and using my spinner to calm down and my teacher shouted “PUT THAT AWAY” and she said “it’s nothing personal i do that to everyone who has a spinner :)” like thanks sandra im in fucking tears but aight

BTS Scenario - RUN (Yoongi Gang AU)

Well. I’ve been so obsessed with the new album and music video that i decided to base this scenario off of Run. This is so long, because I was originally thinking of using the idea to start a new fanfiction, so this is a very condensed version of that. I hope you enjoy and sorry for the wait!!!! 


BTS Scenario - RUN (Yoongi Gang AU)

New schools were hard, and unfortunately, something I had become more than used to. Maybe that was what had hardened me over the years, at least that’s what people had guessed,  that coupled with a lack of appearance by dearest mother and father. They were always too busy, and recently I had become too empty to care. I can’t say I was surprised when we suddenly began packing up the house last week and I was forced to leave another piece of myself behind.

They said this would be the last time. They said it would be easy this time.

I never believed them, why start now?

So when I walked into my new classroom, I kept my face a blank, cold mask like always, staring down anyone who attempted to appraise me in anyway. I didn’t need friends, I would be gone in a month anyway, and it was easier not to get attached.

“Class we have a new student. Please introduce yourself.” The teacher ordered behind me, but I didn’t say a word. Everyone waited with anticipation and when it was clear that I was not going to say anything, I earned a slight chuckle from the back. Unconsciously my eyes slipped to the source, a smiley boy in the back corner who was holding back laughter with his seat mate. I was surprised to see the other boy had mint green hair underneath a backwards snap back, remembering the school’s rules about hair color and dress code. He cracked a smile at the other boy’s laughter, but for the most part kept a bored expression on his face.

As if reading my mind the teacher shouted, “Both of you knock it off back there and hats off!” Then he nudged me from behind. “Introduce yourself now.”

It was an act of defiance, a stupid one, I know, but I refused to bow as I quietly said my name with ice in my tone. “Y/N.” And then I slid into a seat in the back, not far from the green haired boy and his laughing friend, putting my head down on the desk and trying my best to block out the noise and sleep. I heard the teacher sigh but he didn’t try and get me to stop so before I knew it I was drifting away.

Some time later I felt a light shake on my shoulder and I instantly woke up and coiled away. I hated when people touched me, it felt way too personal. Looking up, my eyes met those of a baby faced boy. I guess he was kind of cute. “Sorry I just—uh, it’s lunchtime.” He motioned behind himself, looking slightly sheepish.

I stood up and brushed past him coldly without a word. Usually, that would be more than enough to keep people away, but I could hear his rushed footsteps trying to keep up with me. “I’m Lee MinJae.” He held out his hand and I pushed it away.

“And I don’t care.”

He chuckled at my response. Who was this guy? “You’re the coldest person I have ever met, Y/N. And you’ve barely spoken two words to me.”

I stopped abruptly, giving him the most dangerous look I could muster. “Let’s keep it that way.” And then I turned away and stormed out of the school, not bothering to look back.

After wandering around for a bit, I found a huge willow tree and curled up beneath it. My stomach growled angrily, but I ignored it, trying to sleep for the duration of the lunch period. Of course, I could never be that lucky.

“Sorry but this spot is already taken. Try the lake on the other side of town.” A deep voice sounded from somewhere close, forcing me to open my eyes, a disgusted look on my face. A handsome boy stood looking down at me with a somewhat distressed expression at the sight of me.

“First come, first serve. Why don’t you go check out that lake you were talking about?” You turned away from him, trying to get comfortable.

“This is my spot. I come here everyday.” He was getting angry and when I peeked an eye out at him, I could see his fists clenched in frustration.

“Well I’m more than willing to share as long as you don’t talk to me.” I replied in a tired voice.

There were a few beats of silence and some grumbling before he finally settled down a feet away from me. “Who are you, anyway?”

“Your biggest issue apparently. No talking remember?”

“You obviously have no idea who I am and I’m pretty sure I’m older than you so you should be addressing me as ‘oppa’”

I snorted loudly, getting drawn in despite every piece of me screaming to stay away. “Do I look like the type of person who cares who you are or would call you ‘oppa’”?

He ignored my comment and stuck out his hand. “Kim Seokjin, Year 3. But you can call me Jin Oppa.”

Like to the boy before, I pushed his hand away and stood up. “Take your spot back I have no interest in sharing if you’re just going to try and talk to me.”

He acted like he had been shot. “So cold. What on earth happened to such a pretty girl like you for you to act this way?”

I stopped dead in my tracks at his words, daggers coming from gaze. Usually I would just walk away, but something about this place, about the people here, felt different. For some reason, I felt like I could trust this guy. “The world happened.”

He squinted his eyes slightly, trying to understand. “So much on one girl’s shoulders. Even I can sympathize. The world sucks, carry on hating it.” And then he laid down without another word, accepting the fact that I was leaving, and I did.

The rest of the day passed by way too slowly for my liking, and all I could think about was Jin and what he had said, how he had agreed. When I was on my way out of the school at the end of the day, there was some sort of commotion, everyone running around frantically but all in the same direction.

“They’ve got someone! It’s about to go down.” I heard someone yell. Despite my instincts to keep walking home, something stopped me. The arrows that always pointed me home were suddenly pointing in the direction of the commotion, and I couldn’t stop my feet as they carried me forward.

Someone was shouting. “ALL OF YOU! OUT OF HERE! NOTHING TO SEE HERE UNLESS YOU’RE LOOKING FOR THE SAME PUNISHMENT!”

The crowd quickly broke up after those words, much to my bewilderment. Unafraid of course, I stayed and observed from around a corner.

Seven boys hung around the back alley, some smoking, some laughing, but all of their attention focused on an eighth boy who was crouched on the ground shaking slightly. Amongst them I spotted the shock of green hair on the boy from my class. He swung a baseball bat around and around, a cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth.

“You owe us.” A taller boy with hot pink hair said quietly to the boy on the ground. “You know how this works.”

“I’m sorry, I just, I just need another week. Please.” The voice sounded awfully familiar, and then it hit me. MinJae. The kind, persistent boy who had woken me up for lunch.

“You see, we granted you an extra week last week. And our mercy has just about run out.” The pink haired boy replied in a bored tone. “Suga, if you would please.”

Suddenly, the green haired boy pushed himself from the wall and threw his cigarette to the ground, smashing it with his foot before advancing forward and swinging the bat with his full force at MinJae. I couldn’t help the little gasp that left my mouth at the sight, instantly putting my hand over my mouth to make sure they couldn’t hear me.

Some of the others began joining in, while the pink haired boy stayed leaning against the wall, watching, along with one other. Wait. Was that? I couldn’t believe my eyes as I realized it was Jin, the boy I had thought about all day, standing next to the leader.

A cry of pain brought my attention back to MinJae who had the other five boys surrounding him. I had to do something.

“Rap Monster, let’s stop there.” I heard Jin say in what you could tell was a forcibly bored voice.

“Just give it a few more minutes. We don’t tolerate traitors, remember?”

I was angry, so angry that I acted without thinking. Before I could stop myself, I was walking calmly toward the green haired boy they called Suga, and tapping him on the shoulder. He stiffened slightly, and turned. In his eyes I could see nothing but emptiness, and then I punched him square in the jaw, just like my self defense instructors had taught me. His head whipped back at the impact and the others had stopped to stare at the scene in awe. I grabbed hold of MinJae, supporting his weight as best I could and started to walk away without a word.

Before I had even gotten two steps away, Minjae was ripped away from me and thrown to the ground and I was being slammed into the wall. “What do we have here?” Suga growled at me and I kept my blank expression pasted on my face, refusing to show how scared I was.

Rap Monster, the fearless leader, came forward, followed by a reluctant Jin. “Who the fuck are you?”

“This is the girl who transferred to me and Suga’s class today. She’s hilarious she refused to acknowledge us or the teacher.” The boy who had been sitting next to Suga in class was grinning like a mad man as he chuckled at the memory. They had all surrounded me and Suga now.

“Well it looks like J-Hope’s your biggest fan.” Another boy said with a grin.

“Listen new girl, you don’t seem to know who you’re messing with. So I suggest you move along.” The leader said knowingly, and I shot him my best death glare.

“Not without that idiot over there.” I pointed at the barely conscious MinJae, “You did enough to him, anymore and you’ll kill him. Unless you’re looking to bury a body tonight.” My tone remained lifeless.

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” J-Hope shot me a grin. My stomach screamed.

“Just let her go. She’s learned her lesson, and so has he.” Jin spoke up, trying again to keep his tone even.

Suga continued to stare at me with those lifeless eyes that seemed to resemble mine a little bit, a bruise beginning to form on his jaw. After a few seconds he pushed away from me, and gave MinJae one more kick before lighting another cigarette and walking alone down the alley. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief before gathering up MinJae again and starting to walk away from the group, feeling all of their eyes on me as I went.

“Thank you.” Minjae breathed almost silently.

“Whatever.”

“Stay away from BTS. They’re gonna have it out for you now. You shouldn’t have done that.”

I didn’t say anything as I called an ambulance and waited for it to take him away before heading home. All I could think about was the way Suga’s eyes had stared into mine, seeing everything and nothing. I didn’t like the way it made me feel so bare, like he could see every piece of me.

The next morning, I arrived to class half an hour late but uncaring. No one had been there to tell me to wake up or scold me for being late like usual, so I had just kept sleeping. I walked into the classroom and made my way to my seat.

“Y/N? Where’s your late pass. And please be respectful and bow when you enter the classroom.”

I ignored him, settling into my seat and finding a comfy position to lay my head down in. “Y/N!” I jumped at the force of hand slamming down on my desk. “Detention.” He handed me a slip and turned back to the front of the classroom. I looked at it for a second and then crumpled it up, throwing it to the ground and resuming my sleeping position.

Some time later, I heard voices nearby, waking me from my stupor.

“Y/N, you really are hard core, huh? First punching Suga and today refusing to greet the teacher and throwing your detention pass to the ground?” I saw that J-Hope was the one speaking, an incredulous look on his face. It had to be lunch time, because then I noticed three of the other boys from yesterday lounging around me with J-Hope, Suga ignoring the ordeal and looking out the window absently.

“You’re seriously amazing! Where’d you learn to punch like that?” One of the guys asked, “Oh I’m Jimin, by the way.”

I just stared at him, long enough to make his enthusiastic expression melt away.

“She really is cold.” One of the others shivered slightly.

“Shut up, V! She just doesn’t like the attention can’t you tell?” Another one said.

“Oh little Jungkookie knows everything it seems.” V retorted, earning a playful slap from the one they called Jungkook. Suddenly, they were all playing around and laughing.

“Go away.” I said, standing from my seat and gathering up my things.

“Y/N, you’re so cold!” J-Hope whined. “You’re the first person who has ever stood up against Suga, we’re just trying to get to know you!”

“Will you all shut up?! Jesus!” Suga’s loud voice filled every corner of the room as he stood up, the chair slamming to the ground. Before anyone could reply he was storming out of the classroom. I watched him go, slightly dumbfounded and for some reason, a little disappointed.

That night, on my way home, all I could think about were those stupid boys and their stupid gang. Whatever they were involved in, it took a toll on both Suga and Jin. That much was clear. I entered the long tunnel that spilled out into the city near my house and immediately noticed something was wrong. Cars were backed up and honking relentlessly. Squinting, I noticed that halfway down the tunnel, a large pickup truck was parked so that it blocked both lanes, stopping all traffic. There was hollering and excited yelps from every direction and I watched as the people in the cars got angrier and angrier. My feet inched closer to the disruption and that’s when I saw them.

I noticed V first, crouched on the hood of a car with a spray paint can in his hand as he ‘X’ed out the windshield and laughed maniacally. BTS was in the road between cars, flying across the tops of them, and causing all sorts of mayhem. J-Hope spit his drink out at a window, while Jimin dumped his on the top of a car. They screamed and danced around, laughing and having so much fun. As much as I could tell that this was a huge disturbance, I was fascinated and I watched in awe. They had each other’s backs—that much was clear. They all had a reason for what they were doing, like their youth was taking a toll on them and this was them fighting back. It made me dizzy with jealousy to see how much they loved each other, to see them creating memories right before my eyes.

Then I spotted Suga. He seemed drunk on the rush of what he was doing, and it made him he even more attractive than before. He chucked his cup at a car, and that’s when the first person started to get out of their car. Suga called out a warning and they all started running for the pick up truck, climbing into the back before the driver pulled away crazily, all of them screaming and shouting from the truck bed. Within seconds, traffic went back to normal, and it was like nothing ever happened. I blinked a couple of times before continuing forward.

I didn’t like that I could feel myself getting attached to where I was. J-Hope, Jungkook, Jimin, and V tried to talk to me everyday, but I continued to shut them down. Sometimes Rap Monster and Jin even showed up. They would just talk around me, assuming I was listening and halfway through lunch, Suga would always get up and leave, like clockwork. They could tell I was warming up from my occasional smiles or quiet chuckles. I tried so hard to fight it.

“Y/N come to our party tonight.” Jimin ordered and I ignored him.

“Aww come on, Y/N! We know you like having us around! You have to warm up at some point!” Jungkook insisted.

I still refused to say anything, giving them all cold glares.

“Well here’s the address anyway.” J-Hope pushed a paper over to me and I crumpled it up. They all sighed and continued with their conversation. I didn’t throw the paper to the ground though. Instead I kept it tightly sealed in my palm, refusing to open it until I got home later.

They neglected to inform me that the party would be held in an abandoned railway car, but I stood watching from the outside I could hear pounding music and just barely see flashing lights. What was I doing here? I was breaking all of my rules.

Painted in large spray paint letters on the outside of the car were the words “Wasted Youth Enter the Void”

Without thinking, I hoisted yourself up and pulled the door open, revealing the mess of party goers inside. There were old couches everywhere and a million twinkle lights hanging from the ceiling as people danced and drank and acted like complete fools. The music was so loud it made my head ache. In the corner I could see most of BTS yelling and jumping around, having a great time together like always.

“You came.” Someone shouted from behind me and I turned quickly to see Jin, a dazed look on his face and a half empty red solo cup in his hand.

I nodded shortly, pushing past him to get myself a drink. If I was going to stay here, there was no way I would be able to do it sober. Usually I didn’t drink. In fact, I’ve always been very adamant about not drinking to solve my problems. But something about this place, the atmosphere. None of my actions made sense anymore. I just did things without thinking.

I felt Jin’s warm hand on my arm and shrunk away. He came close to me, only a breath away. “I’m really glad you came.”

I pulled away as quick as I could, suddenly feeling really uncomfortable. “Jin, you’re drunk. Please keep your hands to yourself.”

“Y/N!” I heard J-Hope shout from across the room and my eyes followed his voice. But it wasn’t him that I saw. Instead it was the lifeless eyes that for once didn’t look so lifeless and were instead sparked with a little bit of disbelief. Suga seemed to take an involuntary step forward before stopping himself.

They made their way over to us and I stared at my shoes, not knowing what to say.

“Y/N, you look beautiful.” I heard Jungkook tell me quietly, an embarrassed look on his face. They all had glitter in their hair and red cups in their hands. I watched as Suga suddenly downed the rest of his drink and pushed past me to refill his cup, then proceeding to gulp down that one.

I realized that Jungkook was still looking at me and I blushed a little bit. Looking down I said quietly. “Thanks.”

“SHE SPOKE! SHE SAID SOMETHING OTHER THAN HER COLD PHRASES!” J-Hope started to jump around like a horse and I couldn’t help but giggle a little bit.

Just then, the door slammed open and seven silhouettes entered as if they owned the place. Rap Monster straightened and pushed through us to meet them. “You aren’t welcome here.”

“I thought this was an open party.” A guy with white blonde hair chuckled slightly, reaching to snatch Suga’s cup out of his hand and taking a swig. I rolled my eyes. The testosterone was suddenly overwhelming.

“You aren’t welcome here, Jackson. Please show yourselves out before we do.” Rap Monster, as always, was very civil, but Jackson just laughed.

“I’d like to see you try.”

Again, my body moved on instinct. I did something I never would have done before. My wrist snapped forward, and the cup that I had been about to drink from was suddenly dousing Jackson from head to toe in warm beer.

Slowly, every single one of them turned to look at me in absolute shock. I kept my bored expression and took out my phone. “You’re annoying.”

And again, I was thrown against a wall forcefully, but this time, Jackson didn’t look like he would be too forgiving. “Aren’t you a pretty little thing, I’d like to take you home and—“ Before he could finish, he was being thrown across the room by a figure with mint green hair and a furious expression.

“Keep your hands off her.” Suga growled as Jackson stood up.

“Looks like you’re Suga’s newest whore, huh?” Jackson smirked and Suga was on him again, throwing punches left and right.

Some of his other guys had circled me while I had been too busy watching to pay attention. One threw me over his shoulder while the other attempted to hit me. Jin and J-Hope came out of nowhere trying to get my attackers. The entire party had stopped to watch, but had done nothing to help. I managed to get away from the two guys with the help of Jin and J-Hope, but they just kept coming for me. Everyone was fighting and I was getting ready to defend myself.

Rap Monster managed to get out, “Suga! Get her out of here!”

There were growls and more punches from Suga, but Rap Monster insisted. “NOW.”

Before I could even think, Suga had grabbed onto my wrist and was yanking me out of the car and down the train tracks. “Run.”

And I did, holding tightly onto his hand and keeping up with him easily as my heart pounded in my ears, the warmth from his hand spreading sparks throughout my entire body. We didn’t stop until we were in the middle of a deserted bridge and then Suga abruptly halted, bending over to catch his breath. I breathed hard and tried to gather my thoughts. Suga pushed me lightly and stumbled back. “You idiot! Why would you do that?”

Anger formed in my chest. “We all knew you guys were gonna fight no matter what, I just sped up the process and got to have my input.” I swung my legs over the bridge railing and perched on the side. There was nothing to catch me if I slipped but I didn’t mind.

After a few seconds, he joined me without a word, still panting slightly. “Stop doing stupid things. You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.” His words were a quiet threat, but they didn’t scare me.

“I’m not getting myself into anything your friends are the ones he keep showing up next to me every day.”

We were silent for what felt like forever, but it was a comfortable silence. The most comfortable I had been in a very long time. I think he felt it too, because his shoulders relaxed in a way I had never seen before.

“I know you won’t listen or insist that you have nothing to do with us. But you really shouldn’t get caught up with us, Y/N. We’re going nowhere. Never have and never will. We fight and drink and party to keep the pain away but it’s always there at the end of the day.” His voice was raw, honest. I couldn’t remember the last time I had let someone open up to me and vice versa.

“What if I’m not going anywhere either?” It came out quiet, but I knew he could hear it.

He shook his head. “No. You aren’t like us, Y/N. You’re choosing it I can tell. I hate that you’re choosing this.”

I decided to ignore him. “What’s your real name, Suga?”

“To you, it’s Suga.” He answered instantly, staring at me with those lifeless eyes before continuing to look out at the bay.

“Then to you it’s Idiot Girl.” I replied stubbornly, getting up from the railing and starting to climb back over. He jumped over easily and when I looked at him, his eyes shined a little bit with amusement.

“It’s always been that to me.” He shot back easily, shooting you a smile. Wait. Was he flirting? I stared a little bit and in the process lost my footing and slipped. My heart skipped a beat as I felt my weight shift backwards. Like lightning, he was there gripping my waist tightly and pressing me against the railing. I could feel the warmth of his body through the cold metal, and all of the breath left my lungs. We were inches away from one another and I could see into the depths of those dark eyes. He looked slightly frantic, “Idiot girl.” He mumbled. I prayed he couldn’t feel the way my heart raced. It had been so long since I had felt anything besides emptiness, and he was the reason for that.

We stayed like that for a minute or two, both of us breathing heavy from the rush, our chests just barely touching. And then using his arm for support I climbed back over, remembering that I wasn’t supposed to be close, that I was supposed to keep the wall high. I surged forward without a word, and after just a second I heard him trailing behind. “I can get home by myself.”

“I’m not leaving you alone, Idiot Girl.” He grumbled, pushing past me so he could stand in front. I pushed past him again, how did he expect to find my house without me leading the way? He settled for walking next to me. We didn’t speak again, that comfortable silence taking over.

My house came into view shortly after, and I stopped when we came in front of it, turning to him. “Thanks. See you at school.”

“The lights aren’t on.” He stared at my dark empty house with concern.

“They never are. Goodnight.” And then I went inside without another word.

On Monday, the boys came in with bruised faces and cuts but wicked grins, indicating that they had won their fight.

“Did you see Y/N? She was so fearless!” J-Hope looked at me with admiration and I just shoved him a little.

“You and Suga missed out on the best parts of the fight.” Jimin boasted, remembering it all. At the mention of his name, I unconsciously looked up at him at the same time that he looked at me. He smiled a little bit and looked away making my heart beat unevenly. I stood up and gathered up my stuff. “Where are you going?”

“None of your business.” I sighed. I walked the halls in quiet thought, trying to shake everything I was feeling. As I rounded a corner I ran head first into the person I was trying to clear from my thoughts. He had his nose stuck in a book and hadn’t seen me coming.

His hands shot out to steady me and I felt warm where they connected with my waist. A blush crept up my neck against my will. “Idiot Girl.”

“Nameless Boy.”

“I have a name, it’s not my fault if you choose to not accept it.” He replied with an evil smirk. I repaid that with a punch on the arm before getting up and walking away.

Things continued that way all week. It felt like Suga and I were dancing around each other, walking a thin line. I continued to warm up to the guys, and Suga seemed to stay around longer than before, only leaving after particular comments aimed at me it seemed.

On Friday night, I went home like normal. They had invited me to another party, but I felt like it was best if I stayed in. I wasn’t looking for any repeats of the last party. I spent most of the night watching movies in the dark, trying my best not to think about them and particularly Suga.

When two a.m. rolled around I decided it was time for bed and was just settling in when I felt a couple taps on my window. My immediate reaction was a racing heart and to imagine the worst case scenario. But like always recently, my body acted before my mind and I pulled the curtain back. On the other side was a shock of green hair leaning casually. My heart jumped in my chest. I cracked the window. “Go away.”

“Idiot, let me in.” His words were slightly slurred, and I remembered the way that he drank last week. He was drunk.

“Not like that.” I answered flatly.

But he ignored me, pushing the window open more and climbing in. I just stood by, too tired to prevent it from happening. He tripped a little and stumbled.

“Get out.”

“Why didn’t you come to the party?” He was talking normally, despite the slur, for the first time since I had met him, and it only took several cups of liquor to do it. He sat down on my bed and smiled warmly at me, sending shivers throughout my body.

“Despite what you might think, I have no desire to get beat up or wasted.”

“Why do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Pretend like we mean nothing to you.”

“You don’t.”

“And here I was spending all night and all week thinking about you and your lips.” He replied honestly, chuckling slightly at his own words while I stared at him, frozen. He seemed to detect my silence and suddenly became embarrassed. “I—“

“Please stop.” I said as coldly as possible.

He looked at me blankly. “Stop what?”

“Stop looking at me and talking to me and trying to get my attention. It won’t work! I can’t feel anything, I won’t feel anything!” I exclaimed, frustration and all of my emotions that I had kept at bay building up in my eyes.

He stood silently, his eyes slightly hooded as he stood just centimeters from me. “I don’t want to.”

I pushed his chest. “Stop.”

“Y/N.” It was the first time I had heard him say my name. It sent butterflies throughout me and I hated it.

I pushed again. “Stop!”

“Y/N.”

“Get out!” I screamed, pushing him harder. He stumbled back from the alcohol and the force, looking at you with hurt in his eyes. I turned away so that he couldn’t see the tears that were gathering in my eyes.

I heard the window open but I knew he was still there. “It’s Yoongi. Min Yoongi.” And then he was gone, and I was sobbing uncontrollably for the first time in years. I liked him, I liked him so much that it hurt, and I couldn’t let myself have those feelings. I was alone and I always would be.

When I got back to school I tried my hardest to avoid them all. It wasn’t hard with Suga but the others obviously didn’t get the memo. I had gotten too close and now I needed to step back. Before I left to hide somewhere during lunch from them, I heard a piece of J-Hope and Suga’s conversation.

“Yeah, today, right after school in the alley. They’re bringing back up I heard so be prepared.” J-Hope whispered furiously.

“I’m always prepared.” Suga growled. “Jackson and his band of idiots don’t scare me.”

I left without listening any longer. It didn’t concern me anymore and quite frankly it never should have.

That day, the teacher made me stay after to go over the notes since I had been sleeping. Again. By the time I had begun heading home, the sun was starting to set. Before my feet could set down on the route to my house I remembered something. They were going to fight today. In the alley where I had first met them.

I don’t know why I went. I don’t know why I was physically incapable of saving myself any longer. But I was so glad that I did.

All by himself in the darkest corner of the alley, Suga sat breathing heavily, his face bruised and cut, blood covering his white shirt. I ran toward him without a second thought. “Suga,” I breathed when I was right there and he finally noticed me, shooting me a lopsided smile through his cuts.

“Y/N. I thought you hated me.”

For once I decided to be honest with him and myself. “I hate what you’re doing to me, idiot. I’m scared. I’m scared to let you in.”

“I am too.” He replied in a labored breath.

“What happened? Where is everyone?” I was slightly frantic, he was not in a good condition at all.

“The hospital. I held the other gang off.”

“Why are they at the hospital?” I almost screamed, hysterical at the thought of one of them being hurt.

“Jin, he…they had a gun, Y/N.” He choked a little bit on the words, a single tear escaping his eye. I caught it with a kiss and pulled him to me as gently as possible. Jin. The one who had been kindest to me at all of them. The one whose tree I had stolen.

“He’s gonna be okay Yoongi I swear. He’s gonna be okay.” But I was crying for the second time in the same week.

Because he wasn’t.

Originally posted by yoonkooks

So yeah. Let me know if you enjoyed. I still might make this its own fanfiction if you guys like it enough so let me know!! 

AS ALWAYS FAV, REBLOG, AND FOLLOW!!

xoxo

-Lisa (Who is reuniting with Kelsey in 13 Days!!!!!!)

In English we have to write in journals for 5 minuets and then trade with someone and I’ve been giving my teacher mine to read because I have no friends in the class and I had accidentally wrote about John and Sherlock being a couple and he was like

“Wait do you mean in BBC Sherlock or in the books?”

Me: “both”

Him: “I can dig that.”

Me: “I can dig elvis.”

Him: “don’t you dare”

Where’d You Learn That? (c.h)

a/n: Calummmmm. okay now that that’s handled… Smut with Nerd!Calum. I’m listening to Lil Dicky right now… I don’t know why. There’s like a little bit of ddlg shit in here but it’s not a lot so if you don’t like it, still read it bc there’s not a lot haha

Y/N- Your Name

Y/F/N- Your Friend’s Name

“Wouldn’t you just love to know what’s in his pants? I mean honestly… How bad could it be?” Y/F/N asks me. 

I cringe, “Shut up! That’s something I could’ve gone my whole life without thinking about… He’s so nerdy like he probably doesn’t even know what else his dick could do but release waste.” Y/F/N slaps my arm as she laughs, causing me to laugh too.

I don’t even remember how we got on this topic… I think I was telling her about how I have this long project in AP History and how I was upset because we’re fucking high school seniors and we can’t even pick our own groups. Today we are supposed to get our partner and I’m dreading the class because it’s full of nerds, including Calum who is notorious for having the highest scores on every video game he ever played. We wouldn’t even be able to hold a conversation. 

And nothing against nerds it’s just that I have nothing in common with them so this project is going to be hell no matter what.

“Only five minutes until you have to walk to that class, Y/N. Are you ready?”

“I’m going to have to be, right?”


“Okay, class, settle down. Get into your assigned seats so that I know who everyone is and then I can assign you your project partner,” my history teacher shouts. We’ve been in this class for about five months and she still can’t remember our names unless we’re in the assigned seats she gave us.

My seat is next to this burnout named Zain (no shade… maybe [?]) who smells like weed everyday. As bad as he is I would still probably rather work with him than any other person in this classroom.

I look over at Calum as my teacher gives out partners to other people. The conversation from earlier subtly enters my mind and the more I think about it the more I believe that maybe Calum isn’t that bad in the sheets. Nothing he’s done has led me to believe that but just looking at him. His hair slightly falling in his face as he looks down, scribbling on his note paper, eyes clouded and focused. Imagining his eyes focused on something sexually kind of turns me on. 

But as soon as I’m lost in my thoughts, I’m snapped right back into reality by my teacher. “Y/N! Calum! You two are partners… You have the rubric I gave you yesterday and the topic you guys are going to work with is the Renaissance. Good luck!”

I begrudgingly look over at Calum who doesn’t look up for a second but immediately stops writing when the teacher stops speaking. I see his lips move but I can’t make out what he muttered. I grab my stuff and walk over to the empty seat in front of him.

I open my legs so I can face Calum though the chair is in the way, my legs fall on either side of the chair.

“Hey, Calum,” I whisper in an asking way, hoping to gain his attention.

“Um hey, Y/N,” he says, his eyes still not leaving the paper in front of him.

“So… The Renaissance… Do you know a lot about it or should we just wait to work on it at my place with a computer so we can look up facts?”

“The latter.”

“Well okay then… Give me your number so I can text it to you after school,” I say.

Calum pulls out his phone and hands it to me, so that I can put my number in.

That’s not really what I asked for but okay…

I type in my number and hand the phone back to him, our hands brush in the slightest way and Calum ferociously pulls his hand back.

I mutter an okay and turn around in the seat, putting my head down until I hear the bell for the next class.


It’s the end of the day and as I’m walking out of the school I remember that Y/F/N went home early so I don’t have a ride back. It’s a chilly but dry winter day so I figure walking home can’t be too bad. As I’m almost out of the student parking lot, I hear someone call my name. I turn around to find Calum in a white BMW, pulling up to me.

He throws his hand on top of his head, lacing his fingers through his fluffy-looking hair. “Do you need a ride home or something?” he asks timidly.

“I can walk but thank you…”

“Y/N, for fucks sake… Just get in the car,” Calum chuckles dryly. Caught off guard, I open the passenger door and fall into the seat. I didn’t even know Calum cursed… Or said sentences that had more than four words in them.

“Thanks,” I gulp. “Do you want to just go to your place so that we can do this project? I’m assuming you have a laptop…”

“And why is that, Y/N?”

“Because you’re known for playing video games… I mean I know there’s a lot of places to play them and PC is one of them so I just thought…”

“Yeah, okay. We can go to my place.”

So is he shy or not?

Ten minutes later we pull up to a contemporary apartment building, which aren’t hard to find around here but it isn’t usually where families choose to live.

“Who do you live with? If you don’t mind me asking…” I blurt out.

Calum laughs a little, “Myself. I live with myself.”

My eyes almost pop out of my head. I knew that he was old enough to live by himself, I would’ve just never thought of Calum to do so.

“Are you serious?”

“Pretty serious… Well I mean I have a pet turtle but technicalities,” he chuckles.

I laugh along with him as he puts the car into park.

We walk into the all white apartment building and get into the elevator which takes us five stories up. When we get to his apartment and Calum opens the door, my mouth instantly flies open. All around his plain white walls, Calum has posters of bands all the way from Nirvana to Pierce the Veil… Not a video game poster or station in sight. 

He probably has a whole room dedicated to his gaming side.

“Dude, what the fuck?” I laugh, throwing my bookbag onto the floor. I run over to his fuzzy white couch, which I didn’t even know was a thing until now, and fall onto it. “I’m not trying to be mean but since when was this your personality?”

“A while? I mean like I think I’ve been like this for a while now… I don’t know. That was a weird question, Y/N, and I’m trying not to take offense to it,” Calum laughs.

“I’m sorry,” I apologize. “I just mean like even in school today you were just so soft-spoken and you barely said anything to me and now I get here and you’re speaking to me more than your walls.”

“Well… Never mind.”

I stand up from the couch and walk over to this man that I just found is a book that’s glued shut. “What, Calum?”

“The reason I didn’t talk to you is because as soon as I found out we were partners, I started thinking about how we would get to come back to my place. And I just started imagining you in clothes that aren’t conservative, you know because we wouldn’t be in school. I started imagining your body in tight clothing and it kind of made me hard and there was nothing I could do about it at that time and I regret saying this completely…” Calum trails off and I stand in front of him with nothing to say.

“Calum, I–”

“I’m sorry… You probably feel so awkward now… I knew I shouldn’t have said anything… I’m just a nerd like I know you probably don’t even want me to be talking to you and you probably don’t even want to be in the same room as me now. I’m sor–”

I smash my lips against Calum’s soft ones. He grips my waist with his rather large hands, digging his fingers into my flesh. He kisses me back, hands leaving my sides and falling onto my ass. He squeezes the right cheek and smacks the left, causing me to gasp and moan into his mouth.

“Fuck,” he mutters, reattaching his lips to mine. His lips guide mine apart as he slips his tongue into my mouth, exploring every part of it. He uses his hands to get my legs wrapped around his torso as he carries me over to the couch, not breaking the kiss.

I never would’ve expected this roughness from Calum, someone known for being able to click a mouse for a computer 210 times in ten seconds. He moves his face to the crook of my neck, using his teeth to bite down on almost every exposed part of my neck. He licks over the marks he’s made.

“I’ve wanted to do this for the longest fucking time, Y/N. If anyone asks you who gave you these marks,” Calum points to them, “what are you going to tell them?”

“That you gave them to me, Calum,” I moan out for the sake of good sex… If I let it get that far.

Calum grabs my arms and pins them together above my head. “Not good enough, babygirl.”

Yeah… I’ll let it get that far.

He uses his teeth to bring up my shirt before reaching one hand down, the other holding my wrists together, and unclasping my bra. He brings his teeth to mark his territory once again, this time on my breasts. “Who gave them to you, babygirl?”

“You, daddy, you gave them to me.”

“Shit, you’re so fucking hot,” Calum groans, letting go of my wrists to focus fully on my boobs. “I’ve imagined these beauties for as long as I can remember.” He attaches his mouth to my left nipple, licking and biting it while his fingers play with the other. “I would just sit in my room and touch myself almost everyday, I would imagine seeing you look like this, completely overtaken by me, squirming under my touch.”

“Oh, Calum,” I moan. He shoots up, clicking his tongue and shaking his head. “Now, princess, I thought you caught on to what you should call me… A girl like you should know what happens when you don’t call daddy by the right name…”

“How many?”

“Only five, baby.”

Calum sits straight on the couch as I climb on top of his lap, my butt in the air. “Count with me, baby,” Calum demands as his hand lands harshly on me. We count up to five before he pets me and whispers for me to get up and lay back down the way I was before.

Calum tells me to pull of my pants and underwear before I lay down… I oblige.

He eyes my core before slipping his head in between my thighs. He kisses up and down my thighs before suddenly attacking my middle, causing me to scream out what he wants me to call him.

“That’s right, Y/N, let the whole city know who’s making you feel this good,” Calum groans before reattaching his lips to my heat, plunging his tongue into me. His tongue moves in and out of me as he reaches his hand up to play with my clit.

“Fuck, daddy,” I whimper.

Calum removes his lips from my core before slipping his pants off. He reaches into his pocket silently before I interrupt him and tell him I’m on the pill.

“You’re such a little slut aren’t you, baby? Just know that stops now because you’re mine, only mine,” Calum states before slamming his cock into me, hard. He rests his arms on the side of my body and speeds up. “You. Are. So. Fucking. Tight.” he blurts to the beat of his thrusts.

Calum brings his hand up to slap my breasts repeatedly. “You are so hot, baby. Don’t come until I tell you to, sweetheart.”

“Calum… I need to come.”

“Same time, Y/N. One… Two… Three!” Calum shouts as I clench my walls around him, coming onto his cock. His come squirts up into me and it’s the most beautiful sensation.

Calum slips out of me and falls next to me. He says something about how hot it is that his come is dripping out of me.

“Where did you even learn to do that?” I ask and giggle, completely spent.

“Baby, you’d be surprised how many gamer girls want to be fucked,” he laughs and I slightly laugh along with him.

I don’t know why that kind of gets to me… It’s not like we’re dating and I’ve surely slept with people as well but something about the words Calum said a few minutes ago made me feel like I was actually his…

I didn’t think it was something I would ever want but somehow at this moment I don’t want anything else but that.

“So all the things you just said–”

“Are true if you want them to be, Y/N,” Calum interrupts.

“I think I do want them to be true…”

“Well then we’ll work on that… After we work on this project, babygirl,” Calum smiles.

I smile back, “okay.”

We both stand, find our clothing, and start to get dressed. Calum says while putting on his pants, “Look at me… I’m so good in bed I have girls like you believing they want to be with me.” 

I playfully swat at his arm. “I do want to be with you.”

Calum grins, “Good.”

queerschtein  asked:

isaac wakes up one morning unexpectedly naked and hungover in bed with an equally naked chris argent and a fractured recollection of the previous night. stiles, who has come to accept the situation, is making chocolate chip pancakes downstairs.

About three things Isaac is absolutely positive.

First, Chris Argent is naked.

Second, there is a part of him—and Isaac isn’t sure which part that is—that was definitely inside Isaac last night.

And third, Isaac is also unconditionally and irrevocably naked right now.

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Physics (part 1/?) -Peter Parker Imagine

Imagine being in the same physics class as Peter Parker and getting paired up for a project, only for him to end up confessing that he has a huge crush on you.

This could work for AMAZING SPIDERMAN OR CIVIL WAR Peter Parker. I will use GIFS from both. By the way this is a first person reader insert. Really long, sorry. Let me know if I missed any warnings. There’s a part 2.

Warning: Cursing, bullying, slight self-hate, slight angst


Being one of the smartest students at Midtown High is the worst. It could mean never getting picked during PE or when the teacher assigns group projects, you ended up doing most of the work. Most, who am I kidding, I end up doing all of it. It means that getting bullied a lot for being a “nerdy virgin”. It means I eat my lunch alone under a tree while listening to music and study or sitting in the library with my headphones in. It means getting looked at weird for never talking to people or being by myself.

 That’s a little part of my life….

Sometimes, if I’m lucky the gracious god(s) above me bless me with optional group projects. This means it can either be a solo or group project. These are the times I live for.

There’s one other person in school who knows this life, his name’s Peter Parker. We have some of the same classes and sometimes have to work on in class projects/ labs together. We talk sometimes, but I’m socially awkward or I’m just too nervous to talk to my crush. I’m just like everybody else out there, I can “like” people too, it just I don’t express it the same way.


“Okay class, we are going to start working on a project on Newton’s Laws of Motion and Gravity and before you ask it’s an optional group project,“ a chorus of yeses were heard in the classroom. “This will require working outside of school for it. Go pick your partners or stay in your seat,” our physics teacher announced.Thank god, no assigned partners. I thought it would be a group project. There’s a God out there. Wait, why’s Peter waking this way?

“Hey Y/N,” Peter said as he was standing next to my desk, “Do you…maybe…want to work on this project together? You know what they say, two great minds think alike.” 

Okay, Y/N, act cool. It’s just Peter asking to be partners, not a proposal.

“Y/n,” I snapped out of my thoughts.

“Sure… I meant yes. Yes.” That was definitely not cool Y/N.

“Great…I mean that’s cool,” he replied. “We should probably exchange numbers…for project purposes.”

“Great idea, my number is (insert your phone number).”

“This is my number,” he said while writing on a sheet a paper. He slid it towards me, it had his number on it.

“Thanks, I will add it during passing period. We should probably start working on it soon. We could work on it at my house… after school…today, if you’re free.”

“I’m free after school, just have to let my aunt May know. “

“Okay, we can meet at your’s or my locker and then we could walk. I don’t live far, I live in an apartment building in Forest Hills, Queens. I live pretty close to the school.”

“Wait… do you live near the pizza place and the liquor store?”

“Yeah…”

“I think we live near each other,” he stated.

“What a weird coincidence.”

“This just makes you more interesting,” he said under his breath.

“What?”

“Nothing.”


Ring! Ring! Ring! My class had ended, meaning my next class is without Peter had ended. “Students, please start planning out your project. It has to be a power point and on a tri-fold board,” my physics teacher shouted as everyone started leaving class. As I was walking I smiled for the first time, if you don’t count picture days, while being at this school. Nothing could wipe it off. Except that…

Liz Allan or as some may know here as Flash Thompson’s girlfriend. I hated he because she would always make fun of me. Any chance she got, she would take it. Every ounce of happiness, she would drain it. She was popular with a bunch of friends and I…I’m a nerd with no friends, unless you count the guys I pissed off at Star Wars club and my one friend that moved to California. But the point is, between her and her boyfriend, I hated them.

I continue walking down the hallways, on my phone putting Peter’s number in, until she grabs my phone. “What the hell,” I shout, “Give it back!”

“Hello, nerdy virgin, why are you smiling?  Who are you texting…oh, Peter Parker,” she fake gasps. “That it explains it. You like him. Don’t you? Oh and look what I just realized, you’re talking to a guy. Do you even know how to talk to guys? I hope he doesn’t get annoyed by your ugly face.You’re so nerdy, even for him. How can he like a someone who looks like shit? You’re a weirdo and a freak.” I felt like crying but I didn’t want to make matters worse.

“Leave me alone, Liz, and give me back my phone!”

“Oh you can have your phone back, just don’t say I told you so when he hates your guts.” I took my phone back from my phone and continued to walk to class.

How could he like someone like me? I dress funny, I don’t dress like everyone else. I don’t listen to the same music. I can’t  carry a conversation with someone. I’m a loner and anti-social. I hate me. I felt like crying but if I did, people would make fun of me more.


The whole duration of history, I was silent. I sat in my normal seat, completed the work.

“I completed the annotations and the book work. What do I do now?”

“Um…look on the website for tomorrow’s work, if you want. Or go on your phone. You aren’t one  of the students I worry about, so do anything.” Already completed the homework, so I’ll just go on my phone. Oh shit…. I almost forgot to text dad about Peter coming over.

Dad is it okay that a friend from school comes over. It’s for a project, I texted.

Of course, I’ll be home at 5 today, he responded.

Bye, love you.

Now, I just have 20 more minutes of class, I thought.


Lunch felt like forever, I sat and waited for it to end but the clock felt like it took two hours just to get to one minute. I felt like I was stuck in slow-mo and the rest of the world was too.

I ate lunch with my headphones in, under a tree, thinking. Was she right? I know it’s stupid to let her get under my skin, but it still hurtsI felt a tear slip through my eye and I wiped it with my jacket sleeve. I continued eating my lunch and reading my book, even though I was still stuck on the same page. I felt someone walk close to me.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” I faintly heard someone say, even  though my music was loud. Taking my headphones, I saw Peter with his lunch in hand and backpack on.

“I’m fine,” I muttered trying not to cry.

“You don’t look fine. You can talk to me.” he sat next to me under the shade.

“It’s just…something happened during passing period, ” I said staring blankly into space.

“What was it? I can’t help unless you tell me.”

“It’s Liz.”

“Liz…Flash’s girlfriend, “ he asked.

“Yeah, the one and only,” I fake laughed, “she saw me walking with a smile and you know how she likes to run my day. I was in the middle of putting your number in my phone. She made me feel bad about myself.”

“What did she say?”

“She said I don’t know how to talk to guys and I’m too much of nerd. That I’m ugly, the list goes on and on,” I said while tears fell ou of my eyes. I wiped my tears with my jacket sleeve and said, “that I’m a freak and a weirdo.” 

All of a sudden, I felt him give me a hug and pull me into his chest. Being my awkward self, I didn’t know what to do. I leaned into his chest and cried, both sleeves of my jacket covering my eyes and catching the tears. My mind couldn’t process that we were still in school. I continued telling him the rest of what she said leaving out the part of me liking him.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. Someone should never be treated like that. I understand where you are coming from. I hate that I can’t defend myself from Flash. Every day, he makes me feel bad or pushes me into lockers or bumping into me causing my books to drop,” he said softly.

“All my life I wanted to be the girl who guys would swoon over. But look at me,” I pointed to myself, “I’ve never kissed someone. I’m so nerdy and geeky. No guys like girls like me. I’m always going to be the girl who,  goes to dances alone or sees the new movies by their self. I keep thinking, maybe she’s right, no guy will ever go for me.”

“Don’t listen to what she says, you’re beautiful. You’re more intelligent than she’ll ever be. You’re cute when you talk about your passions. I know that we don’t talk much but I notice the little things. I notice the way you fix you glasses before a presentation. How you always finish your tests a little before me. How pretty you always look while studying with your headphones on when you are in the library…You think I’m a stalker now.”

 Hearing someone else saying nice things about me felt weird. All this time I thought I was invisible or people just didn’t care. Peter did, he noticed and actually cared. This was her way of getting to me. This was her aim with bullying me, to make me feel bad about myself.

“No, I think you’re sweet.” I wiped the remaining tears from my eyes with my sleeves.

“What I’m trying to say is… you shouldn’t listen to her. She likes messing with people to make herself feel better. Any guy would be lucky to have you and call you their’s. She’s just a high school bully, you don’t have to worry about her in the future.”

“Thank you Peter, most people wouldn’t care. Thank you for letting me cry on you and for comforting me. Thank you for being my shoulder to cry on and letting me vent,” being the brave person I was, or at least trying to be, I kissed him on the cheek.

His face began to blush a bit, “Since today’s Friday, do you want to work on the project for a bit and around 8 o’clock we go see a movie? We don’t have to get all dressed up. We can work on the project at your house or mine and then at 7-ish, we go to the movie theater. You don’t have to say yes.”

“I would really like that, Peter.”

“That’s great. There’s a new sci-fi movie that came out or-or we can see the new rom-com, if you are into that.”

“I’ve been waiting to see the new sci-fi movie since I saw the trailers on tv.”

“That’s perfect, I’ve been wanting to see I too.”

“Thank you, Peter for making me happy again,” I said look at his eyes.

“No problem Y/N,”  he said while hugging me. “Do you want to sit next to me (insert math subject because I don’t what math matches up with physics )?”

“Sure,” I said smiling,

Ring!Buzz!Ring! The start of passing period began which would mean that we would have 5 minutes to get to our class. Peter and I separated from each other to go to our lockers. Only two more classes to go.

“You ready,” he asked as I closed my locker.

“Yep,” I responded popping the “p”.

“Wait a minute. Can I ask you something?”

“Um…okay.”

“Can I maybe… um, hold your hand? I know it seems a bit forward but I really want to and maybe tonight can be a date.“


TO BE CONTINUED….

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I was in school one day (it was one of few days of normal kindergarten, since I spent most of my time as a "gifted kid" in Harvard studying law) and this kid in front of me starts rambling about how girls are weaker than boys. I, being a sassy biatch, punch him straight in his face killing him instantly. "Raven Ebony Darkness De'mntia Way!" my teacher shouts. I start worrying I'm in trouble, but she just starts clapping slowly. Everyone in my class feared me for the rest of the year true story.

*dabs depressively* what a fckn prep

~Mod Tex

probably the stupidest thing i’ve ever said was when my french teacher was shouting at these students who didn’t do their homework and she was like “DO YOU THINK YOU’RE BEING BIG FUNNY MEN BY NOT DOING YOUR HOMEWORK? BECAUSE ALL I SEE IN FRONT OF ME ARE THREE LAZY MORONS” and without missing a beat i said “but only one of them can be Ireland’s next top model”

The Baby Project (Luke Hemmings Fanfiction) |ONE|

Rating: None
Request: No
Pairing: Luke & Y/N
A/N: this is the first fanfic I on I have wore and I can’t write fiction so don’t judge me 😂😂 if you have any requests, let me know 💕

“Class quieten down!” My health teacher shouted over the tip of us. “Now I know by your excitement you have seen the topic we are doing now and I have stuck in the board the person you will be working with. It is not up for an argument.”

Luke fucking Hemmings. Out of all the people I could of been paired up to do the baby project with it had to be the biggest fuckboy around. Luke Hemmings was the kind of boy that all the girls wanted, the boys wanted to be him and he was your parents worst nightmare. I guess you could say I am an exception as I don’t want Luke in anyway shape or form. I would rather poke my eyes with hot iron rods than look after a robot baby with him.

“Hey princess, you don’t need to look so excited to work with me.” She said sarcastically.

“Is it that obvious” I fire back. He just smirks at me and reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pen.

“Better get on with this then” he says and glances over at me. “What should we call. it?”

“How about Lily?” He shrugs his shoulders and writes the name down. Over the next hour we have come up with a schedule, name and gathered the supplies that we needed. I am taking care of the robot thing tonight and Luke is taking care of her tomorrow night and we will alternate like that. I don’t know how on earth I am going pass this class, especially since this is the class that I am failing.

Out other subject teachers already know that we have the babies so we are allowed to take care of them in class as long as out other grades don’t start dropping. So when the baby started crying during History I spent 15 minutes trying to get her to stop crying. That was until Luke shouted from over the other end of the room “Check her diaper smartass!” I glare at him and start smirking at him when the teacher instructs him to get out of the classroom. It wasn’t until I realised that Luke was right when I held my laugh in.

When I finally got home, I took my shoes off and took the baby into the kitchen so I can get something to eat. I put the baby in the chair and went to go and have a look in the fridge, when I turned back around my brother was stood staring at the baby and then at my belly. “Are you fucking kidding me, you didn’t even show!” My brother started shouting at me.

“It’s fake you idiot, I’m doing the baby project!” I shouted back at him.

“When I did the baby project I used a bag of sugar and drew a face on it, since when did they invest in robots?” He asked.

“I don’t know, a couple of years after you left?”

“Anyway I am going back to college in a couple of weeks, wanna hang out tonight or something? I can take you to the movies?”

“What about the baby?”

“Tell mum and dad to look after it, they have already had 2 kids.” I nodded and went to find my parent. After I had explained to them what was going on and they agreed to take care of her, I got ready to go to the movies. I didn’t really put in a lot of effort because we would probably go to McDonald’s afterwards.

When we arrived at the movies there wasn’t that many people there so we bought tickets to go and see the new Hunger Games. I have been wanting to see this since I finished reading the book at the end of last year and it came out last week. We walk into the theatre and go to the back. There are only 2 other people in here and they are making out so we just started throwing popcorn at each other. It wasn’t until I saw the couple leave that I realised who it was.