❝How 'bout you let me fuck you in the bathroom?❞ The dark cerulean possessive eyes are glued to his soft brown ones. ❝No,, Lucas...I do not belong to you, and I'm not gay!❞ The raven haired boy wiggles out his grasp. : : Or where Luke claims Calum and doesn't give a shit what he or what anyo...
it wasn't until i looked down at his wrists & into his eyes that i could tell that he needed someone, anyone. & i would do anything to make sure that the person was me.
He didn't want to swallow the pills, really he didn't. But he just couldn't find another way out of this hellhole, he calls his life. So, he texts the suicide hotline. He types: "Um so...I have a handful pills in my right hand, and a bottle of vodka in the other. I feel like taking them."
"Make me like you. Maybe then he'll notice me." In which Luke is a punk and Calum has someone to impress.
"wait-so you like being called-?" "puppy, please call me puppy lukey" ♡ or the one where luke the school nerd has a crush on the most popular boy in his college, but little does he know that the so called 'tough guy' likes panties and being called puppy ♡ daddy,nerd!luke little,jock!calum ♡ stereotypes in fanfics are...
"C'mon calum, I'm not ready to die yet, can you just stay away from me?" Luke yelled at the brunette guy.
"You like someone who can't like you back because unrequited love can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot. " - John Green ~all rights reserved to @cake_quake~
