#n he always tells me id be taller and my back would hurt less and id complain less abt how i look in photos

[maybebanks]

I Noticed You

jj maybank x kook! reader

“Alright, Sarah. Bye now,” you groaned, stepping out past her white painted bedroom door.

“Noooo,” she whined, “don’t leave,”

“I gotta go.” You pouted, “my dad wants me home,”

“Fine. Be like that.” She waved you off.

“Your parents are way less strict then mine!” You argued.

“Uh huh,” Sarah responded sarcastically, “I’m gonna miss you, bitch,” she smiled.

“Okay...see ya,” you waved while walking through the door.

You continued down the hallway, it was a sort of narrow hallway, but you’ve been down it many times before.

“Hey Y/n,” you heard Rafe’s voice call for you, he was leaning casually against his door frame.

“Oh..hey,” you answer, stopping infront of him.

You had to look up to talk to him because he was taller than you.

“Can we talk for a minute?” Rafe asks. You had no idea why he would want to talk to you. I mean, he’s always been nice to you, but he was nearly 20. And you were barely 17.

You nodded, following his gesture for you to come into his room.

He closed the door after you. You just stood by the window. Raising your eyebrows at his suspicious actions.

You looked behind you and saw their backward looking fresh, a Pogue, you think his name is JJ but you didn’t know him well, mowing the lawn.

“I have to be quick. I promised to be home,” you mentioned.

Rafe smiled, not saying anything, just looking at you.

You fumbled with your crop top, “So..what’s this about?” You asked.

“You know how long I’ve been trying to get you alone. You and Sarah...it’s non stop,” he said.

“What?” You asked, very confused in general.

“You were at Toppers party right? Damn..when I saw you snort that coke I was like...this girl...she’s bad,” he chuckled.

“Oh...that was-that was a mistake. I don’t do drugs like that anymore,” you reassured, feeling regretful about that mistake.

He laughed, “don’t lie to yourself, baby. Just think of the fun we could have together,”

Is this some kind of flirting?

“Look...uh, I have to go. Talk later?” you opened the door a bit but Rafe slammed it shut.

“What the hell?” You asked angerly.

Rafe scoffed, “hanging out with Sarah makes you a real bitch,”

“Rafe...I have to go!” You raised your voice. This seemed to anger him. For next, he lunged towards you, trapping you against the wall.

“You think you can tell me what to fucking do?” He asked, his voice surprisingly calm.

When you saw his eyes, you could tell he was high.

“No, I’m-“ you began but stopped yourself when the door creaked open.

Wheezie’s brunette head peaked through the crack of the door.

When she saw both of you, her eyes turned confused.

Rafe moved off of you, “Wheezie, get out of here,” he ordered.

She didn’t argue like she usually would, she didn’t even exchange a glance at you. Just left the room, leaving the door a crack open.

“Shit,” you whispered involuntarily.

“Tell me, Y/n, what’s it gonna take?” he asked.

“Hi!” Wheezie shouted over the loud noise of the lawnmower. Waving her hand towards the boy out in the field.

JJ chuckled, he mowed the lawn for the Cameron’s once or twice a week. Wheezie was basically the only Cameron to talk to him, she would test out flirted to him, even though he was a pogue.

JJ turned the lawn mower off, walking over to Wheezie.

“What’s up?” JJ asked, honestly, he enjoyed a break from his work, and he would never get in trouble becuase Wheezie would defend him.

“So...uh...I don’t know for sure. But I think Rafe is gonna hurt her. And he’s kinda....you know, I mean he does drugs. I saw him this morning! Anyway, he’s in his room and I think-“

“Whoa! Slow down! Who’s gonna hurt who?” JJ asked, now concerned.

“Just put on a shirt and come with me!” She demanded, pulling him by his wrist towards the house.

“I don’t think your parents would be okay with me comin’ in,” JJ chuckled again.

“Just...okay...you know Y/n right? She’ll kill me if she knew I brough you into this becuase she hates attention or whatever but I’m worried, because you know...Rafe has a thing for her and I’m just worried he might try to kiss her and...” She trailed off, but JJ knew what she meant.

He frowned, “You sure I should go in there? What if she wants it. I mean, a lot of kook girls hook up with Rafe,”

“TMI!” Wheezie exclaimed, “anyway, Y/n isn’t one of those kook girls. She’s wayy too good for Rafe. Plus I think she’s into surfer boys,” Wheezie shrugs.

JJ sighs, “alright fine. But you owe me for this,” JJ began walking up the stairs, “what, you not comin’?”

“I am not about to get yelled at by Rafe. Plus I’ll cover the fort down here, so my parents don’t get involved.”

When he finally made it to the second floor, he heard your voice. You weren’t strangers, you’ve met once or twice, but JJ always thought you were way out of his league. And that was saying something.

“Rafe seriously. My dads gonna kill me!” You stated, pushing against Rafe’s rather buff chest.

“Who cares about your dad, Y/n. Just get on your knees,” he stated.

JJ felt disgusted. Even he knew that was no way to talk to a girl.

He stood outside the parted door.

“No, asshole,” you said bluntly, trying to get around him again.

He grabbed your wrist, harshly, pulling you back so you hit the wall. You moaned in pain when the doorknob from his closet door hit your back.

That’s when JJ interfered.

He pushed open the door to make his presence known.

You both looked up at him at the same time.

Rafe immediately stepped back from you, and you pushed the sleeve of your shoulder back to covering yourself.

“Everything alright in here?” JJ asked, studying the situation.

Rafe sniffled slightly nervously, he knew he probobly couldn’t take JJ in a fight due to all the drugs he’s on.

Rafe looked at you, to which you immediately understood, “uh...we are fine. Thanks JJ,” you answered, clearly nervous.

He was surprised, and unexpectedly flattered, when you addressed him by his name.

JJ thought fast, “there is a car here for Y/n,” JJ lied. But you believed it, and so did Rafe.

Rafe scratches the back of his neck, “Okay Y/n...have fun.” Rafe said as you stepped out of the room.

You wanted to flip him off, but JJ was right behind you.

When you got outside, JJ was about to tell you there was no car, but he couldn’t when you thre your arms around his torso, a hug, where you rested your head on his chest.

“Whoa,” he chuckled.

“Thank you, J, you have no idea...” you mumbled.

JJ slowly moved his arm to hug you back. But when his hand reached your mid back, you took a sharp intake of breath and pulled away.

“Sorry, for that. You really saved me back there,” you explained, looking up at him.

“It’s not problem. Oh and by the way, there’s no car here for you,” JJ mentioned.

“Oh...right. Shit I kinda need a ride. You looked around. Until your eyes landed on JJ again.

He studied you.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” You asked.

“No...” JJ shook his head, “this is the most you’ve ever talked to me,” he blurted. Kinda regretting not usuing his usual approach when talking to girls.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ignore you before. I just didn’t want to get you in trouble,” you explained, “but I have noticed you,”

Your phone dinged, and that’s when you remember to check the time, “shit,” you blurted.

“What’s wrong?”

“Just...my dads gonna kill me. I was suppose to be home like an hour ago,” you sigh, still nervous.

You noticed JJ tense, “I can give you a ride? The van is gonna smell like weed though,” he winked, gesturing for you to follow him.

You nodded, following him down the driveway to where his “busted” van was parked.

“I’m not usually this helpless, you know,” you blurted, wanting him to know you for the real you.

“Oh believe me, I know,” he chuckles, opening the van door for you.

He was surprised by himself, again. He’s never cared enough to open the door for anyone. But it was so simple you probobly wouldn’t notice.

You smiled, at him and hopped in. There were some all black aviators and a red SnapBack on the seat. Which you moved so you wouldn’t sit on them.

As JJ walked around the van, you couldn’t find anywhere to put them, with all the clutter around, so you just decided to wear the sunglasses and his hat.

When he opened the car his eyes widened in excitement, “looks good on you Y/n,” he said starting the van.

“Who the hells that? I’m JJ,” you joked. When you took a deep breath, you scrunched you’re nose at the stench.

“Whoo,” you sighed, “it’s strong in here. What’d you hotbox or something?” You continued with the JJ impression.

“How do you know me so well?” JJ laughed and grabbed the hat off your head and placed it backwards on his own.

“Just guessin’,” you shrugged, moving the sunglasses farther down your nose.

“Where’s your place?” JJ asked as he turned the wheel.

“Uh...” you trailed off when you noticed Rafe running out of the house, looking angry, waving at the van.

“Shit! JJ go!! Drive!” You commanded. Grabbing his hand and forcing it on the wheel.

You knew Rafe would judge you for spending time with a Pogue, and he would also be mad.

“Calm down, princess,” JJ responded, stepping on the gas.

You immediately retracted, “sorry.” You muttered.

He pulled out of the driveway quick and started heading down the wrong road.

“Where are you going?” You asked, slightly nervous now.

“Back to my place. Since you didn’t tell me where yours was,”

“Wait...uh it’s down that road. I’d really love to hang but I gotta be home,” you told him.

“Ya sure?” JJ said turning the wheel and heading down your street.

You nodded.

“No, I mean, kook princess, would be down to hang with a Pogue?” JJ asked.

You pointed to the pastel yellow mansion with terra-cotta roofing, “of course JJ, I think you’re dope,”

“Holy shitt,” JJ moaned when he saw your house, admiring its beauty and the boat you had parked in the front.

“Jesus, what id give to be a kook,” he mumbled.

“Trust me, it’s not as good as it-“

“Y/N!!!” Your father shouts, he must have seen you pull in.

“Fuck,” you muttered.

JJs heat started to race, that was so damn hot.

You pulled of the sunglasses and placed them on the dash.

“See ya later, and also, you can come over any time use any materials you like. My brother got a new surf board and then went off to college, it’s all yours if you want it,”

JJ smirked, perks of having a kook friend that lived with a family that bought status symbols with their money, “can I get your number?”

“Yeah, it’s-“

You both stopped at the banging on JJs window.

Your father, was urgently yelling, “Y/N get out here right now. Your late for training, god damn it,” it was muffled, but you both understood.

“Training?” JJ questioned.

“See you at the Cameron’s,” you winked, then hopped out of the car and joined your dad inside the kook mansion.

JJ contemplated a life with you, only for a moment, then pulled out of your, rather long, stone driveway.

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My Hero

(Kirishima x Reader)

In which the girl who’s been cheering him on since middle school and Kirishima himself meet once again...

“C’mon, Bakugo! You know this is for charity, please?” Kirishima pleaded, he really didn’t want to go to this fashion show alone. Generally, all the fundraiser events were for good cause, but they were also incredibly boring. Of course, on occasion they were cool. 

“No way, Shitty Hair! Now leave me the fuck alone!’ Bakugo scoffed, stalking away from the red head. At the moment, they were technically Ground Zero and Red Riot, since they were on patrol. That didn’t stop Kirishima from begging Bakugo right at this moment. 

“You’re publicist probably wants you to go anyways,” Kirishima pressed on despite the ash blonde’s complaints, “This one might not be as boring as the others! There’s gonna be food and-”

With one final mix of a growl and a groan, Bakugo gave in, “Fine! Just shut the fuck up about it!” 

Kirishima smiled, “Okay!” Kirishima stayed true to his word for a while until their break time. On the walk to find food, Kirishima noticed a shop that struck a cord somewhere deep inside him.

The store was called Fairly Sweet, it was a candy store, but to Kirishima, it wasn’t just a candy store.

It was the store you and him had used to go to all of the time in middle school. It was a place for the two of you to just hang out, he really missed those days,but in reality, he really just missed you.

...

The school bell had rung and the teacher dismissed all of you.Today, you felt weaker than normal, and by default, slower as well. You’d forgotten to bring candy with you today and now your body was facing the consequences. You felt dizzy, and as a result you’d dropped your house key but began walking away without noticing.

Luckily, Kirishima was there and he noticed. He cleared his throat and spoke up right as he watched you step out the door, “L-L/n-san!” he called out.

You paused, looking back to where you heard your name, “Hmm?”

Kirishima walked up to you, “You dropped your key-” he explained, but before he could finish your body gave out. Kirishima’s eyes widened before he went to catch you before you hit the floor. “A-Are y-you okay?!” he stuttered, flushed from the fact a pretty girl was resting in his arms. Well, not really, considering he was just holding you up from falling on your face by your shoulders- but still.

You let out a quiet laugh, “Y-Yeah, I’m sorry, Kirishima. You can just leave me here, I’ll be fine,” you weakly brought up a hand in an attempt to wave the issue off.

Kirishima was mildly dumbfounded, he had to process what you said before any words came from his mouth,” W-What?!” He couldn’t just leave you here, on the floor no less! That wouldn’t be very manly or humane of him! 

“You’re probably busy, right? I just forgot to bring candy with me today, but I can make it home on my own if I rest a little,” you explained, sitting up on your own. 

Kirishima still couldn’t believe what he was hearing, you, the girl everyone idolized, was sitting on the floor telling a loser like him he was probably too busy to care about her and to just leave her there... What?

“L/n-san, I can’t just leave you here,” he began to panic, and then remembered two things. Your quirk was one that made it so you required more sugar than normal to function, and also that he had candy in his bag. “Y-You need candy, right?”

You smiled sheepishly, “Y-Yeah... but like I said I-” you began, panicking yourself but were interrupted when Kirishima held out the pieces of candy to you. 

“Take them,” he grinned.You opened your mouth to speak, but he didn’t let you speak, “It’s just candy.”

You nodded, a blush forming on your cheeks, “Thank you...”

The next day, you came to school with what looked like (50) fifty or so cookies in a large bag, a determined look on your face as you plopped them down on Kirishima’s desk.

His jaw dropped.

“I didn’t know what type of cookie was good, so I made different kinds!” You smiled, and thus began the series of you both giving each other sweets until you both ended up just hanging out at the candy shop.

You always knew how to cheer him up.

Around the time he really felt like he couldn’t make it as a hero, all it took was you saying, “You’re my hero!” and Kirishima felt a hell of a lot better when you explained all the times you’d managed to keep track of when he’d saved you in the most simplest ways. He swore you’d stockpile them in the back of your mind, from times you forgot homework, nearly tripped on the stairs because you were distracted, and back to the first day you both actually interacted. 

You’d always convince him his quirk was really cool too, as if your quirk wasn’t.

It was literally called Fairy, and it made you look like one. Sure, you’d bruise easily and needed sugar, but the fact you could shrink yourself was cool too! You’d try countering him with, “Yeah, but my wings don’t even actually carry me unless I shrink!” you’d say, referring to the translucent pair of wings on your back that only made you even more popular, not to your knowledge- of course.

...

Now that it’d been years, since he saw you last, he wondered what you were up to now. You ended up moving away before Kirishima started training as hard as he did, but if he ever heard of a Y/n L/n again, he wouldn’t hesitate to reconnect with you.

“Hey, Shitty Hair! I’m not waiting for you if you’re lagging,” Bakugo scoffed. Kirishima snapped out of it and ran after the impatient blonde. 

~

A number of days passed, and it was finally time to go to the fashion show, Kirishima would’ve dread; however, he did manage to get the rest of the ‘bakusquad’ to come along anyways, so he was sure it wouldn’t be as boring as normal. Besides, it was a fashion show, emphasis on the show. Kirishima hoped he’d be somewhat entertained with the clothing.

He’d heard the theme was mystical, so he supposed that was cool. 

Mina was ranting about it, she was clearly excited for the outfits. Bakugo was already grumbling about how he had better thing to do. Kaminari just came to see the ‘hot babes,’ of course, so as expected, the electric blonde was now going on about them as they pulled up to the place it was to be held at. Sero was just here because the rest of them were.

There was a long line to the inside of the place, Kirishima noted. It seemed like a lot of heroes were going, and that meant tons of paparazzi were here too. He didn’t even need common sense to know that though, there were already flashing lights from cameras left and right. Along with people holding mics pushing and fighting to get to the front of the ropes that held them back from the heroes.

Right as the group made past the security point, they heard a series of curses from behind them. 

Mina turned around first to see the girl who the curses came from. 

“Hi, Brad,” she chimed, throwing what looked like an ID badge at him, “Scan that for me, okay? Bye, Brad!” she said as she ran through smiling as she looked at the annoyed security guard.

When the h/c haired girl turned, she ran straight into Kirishima’s back with a quiet ‘oof.’

Rubbing your nose, you backed up, the red hair of the man you ran into catching your eye over all. 

The man turned around, disoriented and slightly surprised.

“I’m sorry!” you quickly apologized, making eye contact with the man.

Kirishima’s eyes widened in disbelief. “No way!” he shouted, making you flinch as he grabbed your shoulders, bringing your face closer to him as if that would help him see if it was really you better.

Your face had matured a little, as your cheeks were still slightly chubby but also not at the same time. Your hair had grown longer- well, he was pretty sure it had, but the way it was done up into a messy bun made it harder to tell. Yet, you still had the same dazzling deep e/c eyes and the same flowing h/c hair. 

“Y/n?!” Kirishima shouted.

You smiled sheepishly, and Kirishima’s grin widened it was you.

Meanwhile, you were very confused. This man was very familiar, too familiar to be a fan, but not enough to where you could place it. You were sure you don’t know anyone with such bright red hair, and especially not paired up with such a built body. The dude basically towered over you, he was at least a head taller than you even, yet the way he smiled at you like puppy made him a lot less intimidating. 

Smile like a puppy-? 

You visibly stiffened upon your realization, “Eiji?!” When you realized it was him, you waved your hand behind you, signalling to Brad you were fine and this wasn’t just an over obsessed fan. You backed up to get a better look at the tall man. “When did you get so tall?! What the heck?” you couldn’t help the way your smile became so wide it hurt your cheeks.

You also couldn’t help but give into the temptation of hugging him before he even got to answer, Your chest hit his as you gave him a tight hug, trying to make up for all the lost time, and Kirishima’s face almost turned the same color as his hair. 

Meanwhile, the rest of the bakusquad silently teased the poor redhead as he struggled to return the hug, awkwardly patting you on the back just before you parted again. 

Happily, you intertwined your hand behind you back with a smile. You began, “It’s been so-” 

You began when a lady wearing a pencil skirt, blouse, and loud clicking heels came, interrupting you. “Y/n! You’ve barely made it! We need you, right now!”

You flinched as she grabbed your wrist, forcefully dragging you away. You turned sheepishly laughing and waved, “I’ll find you later, okay?!” you shouted, and turned to face forward.

Kirishima was left standing, a blush covering his face ear to ear as he took in all that happened.

~

After being bombarded with countless questions about you and who you were from mainly Mina and Kaminari, they’d finally settled down and found their seats. 

Somehow, they’d managed to snatch ones right up at the front row. No one knew how, they really had no idea, but soon enough, the lights dimmed while the cat walk lights went even bright than they already were as upbeat music played.

Kirishima couldn’t even be bothered by the first model that walked, he was too busy thinking about you.

God, he was really happy. 

What part did you play in this fashion show? That lady seemed pretty mad you came late, though the show wasn’t to start for another hour and a half when he watched you get dragged away. 

He didn’t remember you saying anything about modeling or fashion in general. Though on the days you went out for fun on a day off from school, Kirishima did know you had a good sense of style, so he wouldn’t be surprised if you were one of the designers. Kirishima was very curious, but at the same time, he just wanted this all to be over so he could see you again and talk to you, if he was being completely honest. 

Suddenly, the music and lighting changed once more. The music got quieter and the lights focused at the back where the models came from.

Mina was buzzing in her seat, smacking Kirishima in the arm, “This is it! This is the main piece!” she excitedly whisper shouted.

When you came onto the stage, Kirishima’s breath felt like it was kicked out of him. Goosebumps ran up his arms as his face deepened into a crimson blush the second time today. Kirishima tended to have a clean vocabulary, but holy fuck, out of all the women Kirishima had seen since all this time, you were still the prettiest- still drop dead gorgeous.

When Kirishima’s jaw dropped, he was sure it would fall off if Mina didn’t push it up for him.

The lights followed you down the stage you walked down with such confidence the air and entire mood of the room changed. There wasn’t a peep... until the ceiling creaked. 

You didn’t react at first, as you reached the end you paused to pose but then it creak a lot louder and everyone looked up. 

“Ah-” was all you said when the air conditioning unit began to fall and your face morphed into one of fear.

Everyone stood up, scared for your life but Kirishima was the only one who moved. Jumping over the tall ledge just in time to tackle you as he activated his quirk. Luckily, he was able to push you and himself far enough to when the unit reached the stage, neither you or him was effected by it. 

That didn’t change the fact that what was effected were you and Kirishima’s heart beats, both ready to beat out of your chests from the adrenaline of a near-death experience and also the distance between your faces being close to none. 

As you were both out of breath, you could feel his breath on your lips when things began sinking in. 

Surprisingly, despite the fact every cell in your body wanted to cry, you laughed. Smiling, you spoke, “Once a hero,but it always a hero now huh, Eiji?”  Kirishima pushed off of you. You both sat on your legs looking at each other, still disoriented from the previous amount. “That would’ve left a hell of a bruise, huh?”

Kirishima looked behind him at the air-con unit that surely would’ve crushed you. “I think more than that-”

You moved so you were on all fours as your crawled over the redhead. Kissing him on the cheek, “Thanks, my hero,” the way your words rolled of your tongue stunned him, the blush on his face never wavering, “Dinner?” you suggested.

Kirishima swallowed, “U-Uh- y-yeah, okay.”

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[twriteskpop]

ADRENALINE (Jungkook AU x OC )

The silence of Delilah's apartment was the welcome letter to the thoughts penetrating her sleepless mind. Between work and the drama she had escaped from not too long ago,  she had plenty to think about.  However,  Delilah was tired of letting the poisonous brain seep into every gyrus her brain had. A year ago she would have just smoked marijuana and used that as a sort of pest control for trauma. She'd given that up after she moved back to Florida,  calling it a cleansing.  392 days of the protruding thoughts finally caught up to her. Tempted by her neighbors that she grew close to,  she held strong.  They had offered her the green substance many times considering they were never sober,  except in slumber.  The neighbors reminded Delilah of Dank and Dabby from the Netflix series Disjointed. They were always high on marijuana, were comical,  but had hearts of gold. They lived in the apartment beside her and were friendly with her from the day she moved in, 392 days before.

Delilah was strong, but even Superman had his weakness. Superman had kryptonite,  Delilah had her thoughts. She needed them to go away even for a brief period of time.  

Delilah pushed the salad bowl off of her lap and onto the coffee table. She picked up her phone and began texting her neighbors. Instantly,  she got a response. Bennet and Clarissa were two kind hearted people who became two of the only people Delilah could call friends and they were well aware of this,  so they kept an eye out for her. This included always being available to talk.  

It was no shock to Delilah as her phone buzzed and Clarissas name popped up on her screen.  She clicked open her phone and read the grey bubble: Hey D!  Btw, our dog climb over to ur balcony again? Delilah pushed herself off of the couch and walked over to her sliding glass door.  For what seemed to be the tenth time this month,  the golden Retriever had been laying on her empty balcony,  enjoying the cool weather. The balconies were connected by one wall that was waist high for a 5'3 person.  It may have not been the best architecture but she didn't expect any less for how cheep the rent was. Delilah reached over the wall and knocked on the glass door. Clarissa came walking out eating what looked to be a triple chocolate chip cookie. Delilah smiled at her taller friend and pointed to the ground,  "Tuck likes my balcony more,  apparently." Clarissa finished the last bite of her cookie and asked for Delilah to meet her in the breezeway.  

Delilah beckoned Tuck inside her apartment and out the front door where Clarissa had been waiting.  Tuck sat beside Clarissa as she spoke,  "thanks girl. We have some cookies we made,  some without… you know, we made those ones just for you.  We were going to bring them in the morning but then you texted. Speaking of,  what did you need?" Delilah took a deep breath and smiled up at her neighbor,  she must have just retouched her bright red hair because it looked more like a fire truck on this day,  than ever before.  "I would actually like one of the special cookies.  And a number… to your supplier. If that's okay?" Clarissa flicked a brow up at her in suspicion.

"You a narc now?" She scrunched her perfectly arched brows. Delilah shook her head,  letting out a slight chuckle,  "I'm starting to forget why I quit in the first place." Clarissa frowned and pulled out her phone. She typed frantically and Delilah felt a buzz in her pocket.  "Thanks," Delilah smiled. Clarissa went inside her own apartment and put the dog inside,  returning soon after with a Tupperware bowl of cookies.

"The wrapped ones are the special. We were about to start a movie if you wanted to come over?" Clarissa informed,  leaving her apartment door open just enough for them to enter.  However,  Delilah was exhausted and had an opening shift at the diner so she politely declined. She walked back into her apartment,  placing the cookies on the counter,  unwrapping the marijuana one and went to lay down.  The cookies smelled rich of cocoa and were soft at the first bite. She could hardly taste the thc,  which means it was very well made,  and with every bite she felt like her tongue was sitting in a bath of chocolate.  It was heaven.

Clarissa and Bennet were Delilahs first friends when she moved back,  and became like family over the year.  They hung out multiple times a week and always did favors for each other.  She knew she could pay for the cookies in dog sitting later.  

It took twenty minutes of mindless scrolling through Instagram for the thc to kick in and slowly,  and quietly,  she fell asleep.

For the first time in months,  Delilah woke up to the sound of her bird song alarm without wanting to throw her phone through the glass window. She woke up refreshed.  She sat up from her bed,  walked over to her shower and began getting ready for the day.  She works in a 50's style diner with a perverted boss named Tim,  so her uniform was a short poodle skirted dress,  50's style shoes,  and hair in a high pony with a matching bow. It was a cute uniform,  but the sexual harassment that came as an accessory was not.

She got into her yellow '67 Volkswagen Beatle and drove the thirty minutes to work, without the touch of dread she normally had about going to work at six in the morning.  

The roads were empty,  and so was the parking lot.  Only three cars were in the employee spots,  including hers.  She felt some relief that the chef was beside the owners car,  this would mean Tim wouldn't be able to harass her too much this morning.

She walked into the checkered, from wall to floor, diner.  She was greeted by the familiar smell of coffee,  maple bacon,  and sweet pancakes. She punched in her ID number on the tablet in the back,  then made her way to the front of the kitchen,  tying her apron around her waist.  She knew Tony was going to be in his usual spot at the grill,  working on making plates for the staff before opening at 6:30.  Tony was a tall,  buff,  Italian man who had a thick new york-italian accent. His hair was gelled back and he fit every stereotype anyone could think of when it comes to an Italian-american, which he would gladly tell anyone.

Tony passed her a plate,  smiling per usual. "You have so much energy in the morning.  I'm envious," Delilah smiled,  pulling a fork from the tray. She bit into a dry pancake,  savoring the natural sweetness. She then moved on to a slice of bacon before hitting start on the coffee machines. Tony glanced at her with a side-eye,  "someone's actually eating the food I make for her?  Is the world ending?  I better tell ma!" Delilah poured herself a cup of coffee and lifted a brow at him,  "Tony,  I eat." He chuckled,  shaking his head while flipping the linked sausage,  "I have known you for… what?  A year now?  You take baby bites of everything and say you're full. Ma says you're tryna be skinny when I tell her all about it.  It hurts my feelings you know?  You're a beautiful lady!  Thin as a twig I'd say-" He was rambling,  but cut off by Tim walking through the swinging black kitchen doors. "Open in five," The blonde,  heavyset man in his late 30's smiled at the sight of Delilah,  "hey hot stuff. Mrs. Marigold is already at her table. Coffee." Delilah brushed off the comment and poured the sweet grey haired woman a cup of coffee.  She was a regular,  so Delilah knew she would want exactly three spoons of sugar and a splash of sweet cream.

The hours of the morning shift had passed and Delilah was soon to be off work.  Tim was full of inappropriate remarks and gropings per usual,  making this day just like any other.  When she got off work,  she climbed into her Volkswagen and pulled out her phone. She opened the message from Clarissa the night before.

Delilah hesitated as she copied and pasted the number into her text message bar. Being medicated last night made sleeping easier,  and even boosted her mood this morning but it made her feel numb. Being numb had it's ups but it caused a lot of downs prior to her decision to quit.  Sure marijuana stopped her from thinking and it wasn't a heavy drug so she could still have mild thoughts,  but some things she should have thought about,  she impulsively did because she was high. However,  smoking was more responsible than drinking because she was able to think and could remember everything. She hasn't ever been a real drinker,  but people close to her were and she would tell you that she's seen people worse off drunk,  than high.

After ten minutes had passed of just staring at the screen,  she began typing the number,  making her final decision.

Hello,  I got your number from Clarissa S. Can you meet today?  

Her engine roared to life and she shifted her gear into drive. The radio was softly playing today's pop hits from Spotify linked to her phones Bluetooth. The Orlando afternoon traffic was irritating to most people,  but she had no where to be except home.  So as she drove,  weaving in and out of lanes,  letting tourists with out of state plates pass her at any opportunity,  she began to think of the bad decisions she made by simply being high.  Numb to dumb,  as she called it several times.  She had never done anything criminal,  but definitely ended up in several dangerous situations. It was not enough to get her to change her mind now.  She enjoyed the sleep she got and Tim's harassment had not bothered her too much today,  all because of the sleep last night.  It was a butterfly effect she wanted to feel again.  

As she pulled into the parking lot of her apartment complex, she heard the phone ping in the passenger seat. She parked in her usual spot, next to the stairs of her building, and reached to read the notification.

I can meet in 15 min at Bill Fredrick park. Text me when you get there. First time meetings are in public. See you then. JK

------------------- A/N I'm so happy to be back.  I've been writing on a different account and I've definitely improved.  😌 PLEASE Leave feedback if you want! I love tips too!  I have big plans for this.  

-T

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[isopale]

Here is my entry for @covered-byroses turning 1 writing challenge!

This is my first time writing anything for others to see, and it kinda got away from me... Had to cut it off where i did for now because it juat kept going and going and going..... And next thing i know wow.

Summary: You have a secret you've kept hidden all this time. Until something kills your husband and threatens to expose everything. Just so happens a couple hunters get more than the case they signed up for.

Pairing: none (yet 😘)

Warnings: character death (vaguely/generally discribed)

A quiet normal life was obviously too much to ask for. The past few years had been a lot of running around from place to place, ducking monsters and hunters. Was there nowhere that didn't have some kind of monster in it? How hard was it really?

The monsters never bothered you, they all seemed to know something was off and to stay away. You don't bother them, they don't bother you, simple as that. But some the hunters that came after them were different, these humans that have made it their duty to protect the clueless ones could be dangerous. Some of them have let the jobs get into their heads, and it's changed them. That's why you always left any town they came to, just to be safe.

Angels and demons on the other hand were absolute nightmares. You had spent more than your fair share with them and fighting them. If an angel was in a town, it was drop everything and run before they see you. Demon, leave before a hunter comes since most demons topside were too young go recognize you.

With all the constant moving, you were alone.

Until you met your (murdered) husband. He was a self proclaimed free spirit. Loved to move from place to place and rarely stayed anywhere for more than a few months. You had been hesitant but eventually warmed up to him and before long married, and fell in love. Since he just sooo happened to show up in the same places as you, he was a risk you wanted to take. He was your guilty pleasure, and his death was your fault.

He never knew what hit him. But obviously some demon went looking for the legend not even your dear old dad believed.

After your husband was murdered, you made it your obsession to find and kill it. Someone was talking and it wasn't going to end well.

You had been looking around and discovered that there was apparently a pack of wolves living in town. Small pack, looks to be exclusively family unit. Mother, father, and 2 girls (possibly nearing their 20s) and a teenage boy.

Of course… never a dull moment.

Not too surprising being in the middle of nowhere texas, but in the weeks you had been watching them they only fed on their livestock.

Which makes other murders in town very strange. What ever was responsible made sure to make it look like a werewolf attack.

…

Sam and Dean had been interviewing the investigators and witnesses all day for these “animal attacks”.

“Sounds like a werewolf Sammy,” Dean said opening a beer from the mini fridge.

“Yeah. Where is it hiding though?” Sam mused leaning back in the ratty bedside chair. “No one i touched was bothered by the silver ring today.”

“Good idea of Bobby's by the way. I might have to go check the local talent with it,” Dean said with a smirk lounging on one of the two small beds in the motel room.

“Dude,”

“oh Lighten up Sammy. I was gonna let you go first this time”

“Do whatever you want. I'm going to bed.” Sam rolled his eyes before moving to the other bed, that was a few inches too short for him “Remember we have to talk to the widows tomorrow so try not to have hooker glitter on you this time.”

“That only happened once.”

…

You didn't like to make a habit of being near hunters but you couldn't leave town now. It had only been a few months since you were married and less than a year since you and your husband had known each other. But that didn't make it hurt any less. It had been so long since you had had someone close to you.

You had visited the wolfs farm, this time to talk instead of spy, this morning before work at the small second hand clothes shop downtown. The Hensen's, you should probably remember their name. They were nice and accommodating once convinced you weren't there to harm them. Josh, the husband, wide and sturdy man was willing and ready to end any threat to his family. (Oh those hunters are going to have fun with this one) Amelia, the mother, tall woman towering over you although extremely soft spoken due to then she was turned her throat had very nearly been ripped out leaving a large angry scar. (You wondered if the big one of the two hunters was taller than her) The girls were twins, Anna and Marie, simple small town girls. And the son, Rich, solid country muscle farm boy.

They had been living there for years, long enough to build up that farm and to have the stock numbers to cover their feeding habits. They always sold or gave away what they didn't need. Most of the town thought they ran a home butcher shop and over the years that's what it turned into. But now with the murders and the hunters in town they were all on high alert.

Those hunters were going around town talking to the other 3 widows. Now you could see them through the store window across the street parking that vintage beauty. Both of them were way too sexy to be whatever government agents they were pretending to be. Sex with your husband (the few times it did happen) was great it was meaningful, but he would rather sleep under the stars or not leave the couch unless absolutely necessary to binge on something. But these two hunters made you think sinful thoughts.

Oh if only boys.

Putting on your customer service voice “Good afternoon gentleman. How can I help you?”

“We're federal agents in town working the recent animal attack cases,” the shorter of the two stated as they flash very nice but very fake FBI badges. “We were wondering if there was a (y/n y/l/n) here.”

“That would be me.” not even trying to remember the names on the ids, they wouldn't be real anyway. “Are you going to find out what happened to my husband?”

“Yes ma'am, we are very sorry for your loss,” now it's the taller ones turn “but we were hoping we could ask you a few questions?”

Giving them a sad smile before turning back to arrange new rack of clothes “Sure but i'm the only one here until closing at 6. You can ask here or wait until then.”

The tall one narrowed his eyes slightly. He seemed to want to say something else.

I don't even know what I'm not supposed to know. Normal people don't think werewolf right?

“How 'bout you meet us at the diner down the street when you get off? You can help us out over a quick bite,” he stepped around the small rolling rack of new clothes to make you look at him.

“Sure,” you try your best to hold back fake tears “I'll be there about 15 after.”

…

Too bad you didn't have time to creep on them before the diner, you have to admit they were nice to look at.

They're waiting in a booth in the back, both on one side with backs against the wall to watch everyone else. The tall one with long hair politely waves his hand when you enter. The shorter one has beautiful green eyes, he stands and helps you into the benchseat across from them. The had already ordered you a coffee and a glass of water.

“Thank you for coming Ms (y/l/n),” says the tall one

“How long were you and your husband living here before he was attacked?” Asks the green eyed hunter

“We only came here about a month ago. We didn't plan on staying, we wanted to travel around the country. You know live on the road,” You say not entirely lying “we just pick somewhere to go and get some small jobs around to hold us over for a bit.”

“Wait you don't live here?” Asked the tall one, he was trying to hide his suspicion with empathy.

Hunters…

“No, I'm still staying in the little motel,” you say “I was going to switch rooms but… i couldn't bring myself to…” you say fake holding back tears, you've shed all the tears you needed. Now you want the thing that killed him to suffer.

“We're sorry.” Says the tall one, his features soften and he gives you a look of genuine sympathy. “Why did you stay? Couldn't you have gone back home?”

“Neither of us have any family anywhere, we’re alone.” Now you hold back real tears, suddenly very interested in that coffee.

Taking a sip you realize why it was there before you were. Holy water. It stings some now when it usually doesn't, but you hold your composure. These two aren't playing around, they legitimately think you're the killer.

When green eyes shifts his hands on the table you notice why he helped you into the seat.

Holy water and silver rings, these two are a lot more interesting than i thought.

You sigh and decide to tell them what they want to know… sort of.

“I'm not the one who killed those people or my husband.” you whisper. They glance at each other and some unspoken thing goes between them but before they can feed you more BS you continue. “It wasn't a werewolf either. I know it looks bad but the bodies should have been more tore up, when has a wolf ever ripped out a heart without leaving any other marks?”

“Ma'am werewolves don't exist. We know traumatic experiences like this ca--” the long haired giant begins but green eyes stops him.

“Sam she knows.” He whispers to him “I guess we can cut the act for you then.” He directs to you this time. “What do you know?”

Mmm like to be incharge do ya not-sam.

“I'll tell you what I know but it's not much, and not here. I'm leaving in the morning,” You say “meet me at the butchers farm outside town in an hour.” You get up to leave not waiting for an answer.

…

After the 15 minute walk back to the motel you enter your room. You spare one last glance at the first bed and your heart clenches. You just need to pack the few clothes you have in your backpack and the essentials and be on your way to the farm. You plan on staying with the wolves until the hunters leave and your mind is too preoccupied with things to take and things to leave you didn't notice the rug was moved. Then you bumped the barrier reaching for the moon necklace your husband had given you. You had been so hurt and angry lately you hadn't been careful enough.

“Told you Sammy.” You heard from the doorway

You had not been pissed before but you were now. Hunters, always shoot first and ask questions after. Between angels, demons, and hunters you couldn't catch a break.

“Why'd you do it? Was he even your husband or just some poor sap that happened to be passing through town at the same time?” Sam asked accusingly

“It's not what you think” you say taking a breath to calm down and try and get out of the circle. But green eyes cuts you off.

“Why do you demons think you can just kill whenever you want and we won't find you,” he opens a small leather book “ now were going to save that poor girl you're wearin--”

“I LOVED HIM! LOOK AROUND YOU IDIOT!” So much for calm. You raise your hand and they both are flung against the headboards. You shut your eyes and take another breath.

You feel the darkness fading and with it the circles hold as you step over the barrier, careful to keep your hold on the men before you. You open your eyes to see them staring wide eyed and speechless. Their eyes locked on yours, you know they see the black they are used to but yours also have the familiar blue-white glow as well.

“What are you?” Sam breathes

Striding to the nightstand between the beds you slowly take your necklace before answering “I WILL find out who killed my husband, with or without your help. You have 20 minutes to be at the butchers now and I'll tell you what i know.” You say firmly making your way to the door making sure to walk through the circle again for them to see.

You spare one last look at them. “You know if i was into being on this end of things you two might be in trouble like that”

You release your hold on them as you slip out the door on the last word.

…

Something was different about the boy when you had ran into him that morning before the hunters came to the shop and you were hoping you were wrong.

Even if I'm right I can just fix him when I'm done.

You had been running since you left the motel, you're not going back to that little car you had since someone probably will recognize it again.

“(Y/N)!”

You skid to a stop in front of the Hensen's gate, trying to slow your breathing and heart rate after the 2 mile run.

“(Y/N)!” It must be one of the twins running up the drive yelling for you.

“Please. There's something wrong with Rich.”

Just then you hear the roar of the hunters car coming up the road.

“Get the rest of your family and hide. DO NOT come out until i come get you.” You grab her shoulders and make her look at you “Where is he?”

“He- he's in the barn. Mom is went after him, please don't let them hurt them.” She sobs

You shove her toward the house “GO!” Then tear off to the barn in the light of the hunters impala.

Just before you reach the barn a body is thrown through the doors, you manage to stop it in the air before it smashes into you. It's the mother, you lay her gently at your feet never touching her. It's been so long since you've used your powers it feels good to do it again.

“Don't you touch her!” The green eyed hunter yells gun drawn on you.

You hover your hand over the mother and let the healing white light do its job. Both men stand above you guns at the ready.when When you're done you snap your fingers and send her to her own bed far away from the hunters, still unsure if they will leave this family alone.

…

Dean and I argued the whole way to the farm about (y/n). He thinks it's some kind of demon trick that she got out of the devils trap, that she must have broke the circle before stepping in it. But i saw her run into it, it stopped her from reaching the nightstand when she reached out.

Then her still using her powers on us while trapped shouldn't be possible. And those eyes. Cas’ eyes only glow blue-white in the iris’, and no other angel has black around them. Whatever she is we've never seen anything like her.

'Into being on this end of things…’ more arousing than it should be coming from a possible demon.

'Into being on this end of things…’ more arousing than it should be coming from a possible demon.

Before we could act she snapped away the wife.

“You people are always shoot first and answers later.” She stood us to her full height, barely coming to the middle of my chest before swinging around to face Dean.

“MOVE” she shoves past my brother and i have to hide a laugh

“Wait! We don't know what's in there.” I try to stop her but she's already opening the doors before either of us can stop her.

“Ugh. Just stand still and I do everything. hunters…”

What must be the farmers son is standing in the middle of the loft above us cocky smile and black eyes.

"I didnt think you were real little one"

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Dance? Dance - Joe Trohman x Reader (x Patrick Stump)

Request: Hey! I really love your write and I was wondering if you could write this idea stuck in my head A Patrick xreader xJoe where they all are Friends and Patrick ask her to go prom but only bc the first girl who he ask Say "no" the Reader don't know this and she said yes, but in the same day the first girl ask him to go together and he say yes leaving the Reader so She go alone and found Joe and he comforts her and dance and Patrick Saw this and gets jealous If you accept this I'll love u 4 ever💕

Warnings: Patrick is kind of an ass

Word count: 2 224

With a sour glance you walked past one of the many posters that announced this year’s spring prom that would take place this evening. You were torn between really, really wanting to go and hating prom for giving popular people the chance to demonstrate their power. But you had not been asked to go anyway, so you were already making plans to hang out at home with your two best friends Patrick and Joe. That was until Patrick bumped into you.

“Whoa, careful ‘Trick!” You playfully shoved him and he smiled slightly embarrassed, adjusting the glasses on his nose.

“Hey (y/n),” he greeted, softly hugging you.

“Are you going to get lunch?”

Patrick nodded and together you made your way to the cafeteria. But something was up with Patrick. He nervously played around with his fingers and his eyes darted from left to right.

“Hey, what’s up? You don’t seem to be yourself,” you wondered worriedly.

“It’s nothing, it’s just…” Patrick looked up at you and took a deep breath. “Would you like to go to prom with me?”

You stopped dead in your tracks and stared at him. Wow, that was unexpected. Was he trying to ask you out or did he mean it platonically? Did he maybe just pity you because every other girl was going to prom but you were not or did he himself want to go so desperately that he now even asked you to accompany him?

“Ahm…,” confused you looked at him, hoping for further explanation.

But then again, Patrick was cute. Really cute. And he was one of the nicest people you had ever met, so if he wanted to try out a date, it definitely was worth a shot.

“You don’t have to of course, I just thought it would be nice and we can just go as friends if you prefer that,” he rushed out.

“No, I mean, yes, no,” you stuttered, trying to find a good answer. “I mean, I’d love to go with you, as more than ‘just friends’.”

Patrick blushed and smiled widely. “Wow, great! That’s brilliant. When do you want me to pick you up?”

You were blushing as well, completely enchanted by the idea of going on a date with Patrick. “How about half past seven,” you suggested.

“Perfect,” Patrick was beaming with joy. “I’m already really looking forward to tonight.”

~*~

Several hours later you stood in front of your bedroom mirror and stared at your appearance. You were dressed in a long, flowing dress of your favorite color that made your eyes shine brightly. Your hair was styled in a beautiful hairdo and elegant makeup covered your face. You were especially proud of the fine line of eyeliner. All in all you looked really presentable. You grabbed your phone and took a look at the time. You were early. Patrick would come to pick you up in half an hour. Just in that moment the phone started ringing. Quickly you read the caller’s ID. It was Patrick. Excited you picked up.

“Hey ‘Trick,” you greeted.

“Hi (y/n),” he answered.

He had barely spoken two words but you knew your friend and again something was up with him. His voice sounded nervous.

“What’s up?” You decided to pretend not to have noticed anything.

“It’s about tonight,” Patrick started to explain.

“What is it?” Now you were curious.

“I’m afraid I can’t go to the prom with you.”

You stood there for a moment and let the news sink in. Absentmindedly you stared at your reflection in the mirror.

“(y/n)? Are you still there?” Patrick’s voice sounded through the speaker.

You had really been looking forward to spending the evening with Patrick. You had hardly been able to believe he actually had asked you out, and now he said he could not come. Additionally you had gone through all the effort to make yourself look beautiful just to be dumped again.

“Yeah, yeah I’m still there,” you answered with a sigh.

“Look, I’m really, really sorry. But something has come-“

“It’s okay, ‘Trick.” Much to your surprise you were not even mad at him, you were mostly sad. “Maybe we can meet another time.” You realized that you sounded disappointed but you did not make an effort to change that. Patrick was the one dumping you here, after he had invited you on the date. Of course you would be disappointed and he was allowed to hear that.

“Okay,” Patrick sounded relieved at your answer. “See you in school on Monday!” And with that Patrick hung up.

You still stared at your reflection. You felt rejected and left behind, not only by someone you actually considered dating but also by your best friend and you were not sure which one hurt more. Also you really liked the dress and you had made an effort with the hair and the makeup. Maybe you could call Joe and ask him to accompany you to the prom. Joe was always good company when you were sad. And you really liked him. Now that you actually thought about it, you had kind of felt bad, going to the prom with Patrick, when you maybe liked Joe more in a dateable way. But Joe probably did not think the same of you and most likely already had plans for tonight. If Patrick only had not canceled the plans… Screw Patrick, screw boys, screw prom dates in general. You did not need someone to have a good time. You would go there and dance and have fun and maybe get to know a few more people.

~*~

Easier said than done. Almost as soon as you had arrived, you had sat down on the bleachers, watching everyone else having fun. You had thought about getting something to drink, but you had yet to find the motivation to stand up. If only Patrick or Joe were here, you could dance and have fun as well.

Just when you had admitted to yourself that you probably would choose Patrick over Joe for a dance, you spotted the strawberry blond hair in the crowd of people. Why was he here? Had he not said that something had come up, that he could not come to prom? Just a second later your question was answered. He was dancing with one of the popular girls, Sarah. You could basically feel your heart break right then and there. Some time ago he had mentioned to you that he thought Sarah was attractive but you had not believed that he liked her, much less, would drop you for her. He could at least have been honest with you. You were his friend after all, not just some random girl he had asked out.

You could feel your eyes well up with tears of anger and hurt, and you were about to stand up, when suddenly a well-known voice called your name.

“(y/n)! What are you doing here?”

You turned around and were faced with Joe. He had combed through his wild mop of curls and wore a fancy black suit. When he saw the tears in your eyes, he quickly walked over and hugged you. You buried your face in his suit, not caring about your make up anymore.

“What’s wrong, sugar,” he whispered, gently patting your head.

“Patrick,“ you answered quietly.

“Yeah, I saw him, seems like Sarah said yes after all,” Joe giggled.

Confused you looked up at him. “After all?”

Joe furrowed his brows. “He asked her out this morning, but she said no. Seems like she made up her mind though, they’re dancing together now.”

Suddenly you understood. When Sarah had rejected Patrick, he had asked out you as a replacement. Apparently she changed her mind and told him she wanted to go with him, and that was when he called you to cancel your plans.

With tears in your eyes you explained everything to Joe, who seemed madder and madder with every passing second.

“That dick,” he growled. “He has no idea, what a wonderful girl he let slip through his fingers.”

For a while you sat on the bleachers next to each other. Joe had his arm wrapped around your shoulder.

“I know, you most likely don’t want that and I promise you, I’m not gonna be weird about it, but…” Joe looked at you and you could tell he was nervous. “(y/n), would you like to be my prom date?”

A smile spread over your face, the first one since this afternoon. “I’d love to Joe.”

“Really?” His blue eyes sparkled with excitement.

You nodded happily. After all you really liked Joe and subconsciously had felt conflicted about going to the prom with Patrick. Maybe that had been because your heart truly belonged to Joe? And maybe he felt the same way about you, because otherwise he would not ask you to be his prom date, would he?

“Do you want to dance?” Joe stood up and offered you his hand, which you gladly took.

“Yes, please,” you smiled at the taller boy.

“Let’s show Patrick how to have fun on the dancefloor,” he announced and dragged you towards the crowd. You followed him laughing.

When you had found a place to dance, he grabbed both your hands and pulled you close. You wrapped your arms around him and put your head on his shoulder, gently swinging from side to side, going with the music. You lost yourself in Joe’s calm breathing, listening to the music and the protecting warmth that radiated from his body. It comforted the painful feeling of being left behind by Patrick and soon you had forgotten about it completely. Instead you concentrated on the way your bodies moved together, how his breath was fanning over your hair and how his hands tenderly rested on the small of you back.

After that slow song, faster songs followed. Joe twirled you around and hugged you and together you jumped and laughed and made fools of yourselves and had the time of your life. You had no idea how much time passed, and when you finally were completely out of breath and thirsty you dragged Joe off the dance floor. You stomach hurt from laughing and your feet hurt from dancing but you felt high from the adrenaline rushing through your veins and the knowledge that Joe always managed to make you feel better.

You pulled Joe over to the bar where you got soda for both of you, still giggling from the excited dancing. You sat down on the front row of the bleachers and sipped your beverage when suddenly a very angry Patrick approached you. Luckily you only noticed when he stood right in front of you; otherwise, you might have run away laughing.

“What are you two doing,” he hissed.

“Whoa, Patrick!” Joe jumped up and tried to hug Patrick, who ducked the hug.

“Everyone knows you’re my friends and you make such fools of yourselves!”

Both Joe and you stopped laughing and stared at Patrick.

“First of all, how dare you letting (y/n) down like that,” Joe complained angrily.

“We’re friends, she’ll understand. Don’t you, (y/n)?”

“I’d’ve understood if you’d ‘ve explained it to me. Instead I had to come here and find out myself? Why didn’t you just tell me? That’s what I don’t understand!” Accusingly you stared at Patrick.

“Whatever. Can you two just stop behaving like complete fools?” Patrick was angry and you were starting to get angry at Patrick in return.

“Not whatever!” Now you stood too, trying not to shout. “We’re friends ‘Trick, and I deserved to know the truth. That’s our deal, remember? To tell each other the truth and not keep secrets!”

“Oh yeah, I’m the one keeping secrets?” Patrick faced you, red from anger. “Why don’t you ask Joe what secret he is keeping from you?”

“Patrick,” Joe warned.

“That’s not the problem now,” you told Patrick annoyed, secretly wondering what he was implying. “The problem is you’re keeping secrets from me!”

“You want to know a secret?” Patrick was now shouting.

“Patrick,” Joe repeated, his voice dangerously low.

“How about: Joe’s actually in love with you? Is that secret enough for you?”

You stared at Patrick. Suddenly you felt all calm. You knew he was telling the truth, you just felt it. Meaning you would actually have a chance with Joe. But it had not been Patrick’s secret to spill. And that made you so furious, it made you calm.

“Patrick,” your voice was quiet but slightly shaky from the suppressed anger. “Leave. Now.”

“Whatever,” Patrick muttered and stormed away.

For a moment you and Joe looked after him, then you turned to the boy next to you.

“Is it true?”

“You weren’t supposed to know,” Joe whispered. His face was red and he seemed really embarrassed as well as terribly scared. “Patrick promised he’d never tell anyone.”

You felt a smile spread over your face before you grabbed Joe’s collar and pulled him in for a kiss. He gasped in surprise and quickly kissed back, smiling into your lips.

When you pulled back a few seconds later, he stared lovingly at you.

“That’s probably not what Patrick intended,” he murmured grinning.

“Who cares,” you giggled, running your hands through his hair.

Joe leaned into your touch and smiled. “Dance?”

“Dance.”

#fanfic #fanfiction #fall out boy #patrick stump #patrick stump x joe trohman x reader #joe trohman #joe trohman x reader #romance #high school au

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mafia! Mingyu

anon requested: “Could you do Mafiamember!Mingyu please?? Thank you!!”

Admin Jess: Ok so I know this is extremely late, but I wanted to make sure I could do this au correctly so I researched and rewrote, and made people edit and read this and went over it again and so yea,,, Hope you enjoy:)

Warnings: This is a bit of a ride,,, so mature themes including mentions of death, drugs, mild cursing, it's a mafia au soooo...

Word count: A LOT MORE than usual

Mafia! Mingyu is no joke everyone

like damn

klutzy or not this boi can do it all

he knows how to dress a bullet wound faster than any surgeon can

knows how to make fairly powerful explosives too

but don't ask the others how he practices

there have been too many times when Seungcheol has had to yell "COVER!!!" as Mingyu sets off one of his experimental explosives

let's just say the others have flame resistant tables close by whenever Mingyu is experimenting

he's still really young

new to the Svt mafia gang

not the youngest admittedly but already an indispensable member

he runs exports on explosives because that's his specialty of course

but since that isn't always in high demand

he's in charge of the clean-up committee

removing any evidence of the gang and their activities from any physical place

which is probably why the cops haven't caught them yet

there's never any evidence

not even a speck of blood

not even a hair

nothing

it's like they're ghosts

Mingyu generally runs his own team through Svt's side businesses

either exporting explosives, or cleaning up after the mess of a job

but other times you can find him partying with the others in some club

or playing some high-stakes poker with some of the other members, like Wonwoo since he runs Svt's underground games

on really rare occasions for really important jobs

he gets called in for protection racketeering

because Seungcheol trusts Mingyu the most to handle these sorts of one client jobs

Svt specializes in protection racketeering

protecting people who can't get protection through the law

or protecting people from the law

big jobs require everyone

but the small scale ones

Mingyu get called along with some others

which is where you come in

where you meet Mingyu

you see 

you didn’t like the family business

but hey a person’s gotta eat

even if that means you have to supply drugs to the criminals in this town

whatever it takes

at least you can afford some nice shoes

like those heels you got last week

the ones that are sharp enough to poke someone's eyes out

quite literally

at this point, you're kind of used to it

the whole running around with the wrong crowd

the feeling of your heart racing as a deal goes down

you're the face of your family business now

your dad ran the lab

made everything

handled all the business behind the scenes

and you were the pretty face up front

making the deals

smiling because you know you live on the edge now

and the feeling is a bit exhilarating

your dad takes you to the lab often and shows you how to use the equipment

but you're not too interested in the science behind it

but he shows you anyway

in case things ever go wrong

and you need to run things by yourself

it made enough sense to you anyway

things weren't always like this of course

you used to be a very normal family

before the accident

and your family fell into debt from a steadily increasing hospital bill for your mom

and when your mom passed away

the law felt no sympathy

never showed you and your dad, who had never hurt even a fly before, any mercy

and in that cruel moment of time

your dad turned to other methods for a way to pay off the debt

when the law fails you

you don't listen to it

besides

the drug business is good money

dirty but good money

and as much as you didn’t really want to have to deal with slimy characters

people too high out of their minds to give you the time of the day or what year it was

or how it fueled gang business

you welcomed it

welcomed the lifestyle

as risky as it was

because you had your father with you

and the law didn’t need to know

slowly your debt was repaid

but by then you had been done with trying to lead a normal life

it was boring, not fun

and to be honest

you didn't know what else to do anyway

still you knew your dad was getting tired of living dangerously

soon your family business became the biggest in the area

enough that your dad could buy a nice little house in the suburbs

enough that you could leave this life behind the both of you

and just enjoy life

but things in the drug circle don't always work out that nicely do they?

because when you deal with drugs and criminals

there's always danger around you

and you can't let down your guard for even a second

one day you head home to your small apartment in the bad part of town

you had been packing your stuff to move into the new house with your dad

everything had been going smoothly

but when you get home

your dad is gone

and the lab and everything

it’s just gone

everything was silent

you close the apartment door and look out over the cardboard boxes littering the floor

the picture frames of your family before you started the business

the various books from your childhood

all your memories were packed away in these boxes

but where was your dad?

you hear a knock on the door

it's loud and cuts through the silence like a knife

you steady yourself as you remember

your dad had briefed you many times on what to do if he was found out

deals can go sour, plenty of people could have been after him

wanting blood for one thing or another

or the cops could have caught him

many things could have happened

but the first thing he told you?

never open the door if someone knocked

only those who don’t have a key knocked

and if they don’t have a key

they weren’t your friends

you slowly backed up to the kitchen where your dad hid emergency supplies

cash in ziploc sandwich bags

fake ID’s and passports

extra drugs to sell in a pinch

and your hand wrapped around what you were looking for

the gun

you grabbed the supplies slipping the backpack over your shoulder and steadily, calmly aimed at the door

and waited

the knocking had stopped and you could hear voices

"The boss said this was the guy's house."

"That old man sold us short!!! He owes us thousands, he has it coming!!!"

"His daughter should be home soon, let's just grab her and get out before the cops are called."

“That'll show him for trying to mess with us."

"I can't wait to put a bullet through them both."

your blood runs cold hearing their words

a bang shakes the whole frame of the apartment

you know your neighbors won't be any help

no one's here

you slowly back up looking for your phone and some possible escape route

when the worst possible timing happens

and your phone rings from across the room

"Fuck, I knew there was someone inside!!!" comes the voices outside as the pounding on your door increases

you dive for your phone

“Hello?” you curse yourself for having a shaky voice

“Miss y/n? Your father left you in our protection, please follow our instructions carefully.” a deep voice said calmly

you jumped at the sound of metal crashing on metal

"Great if you have instructions I'd like to not die." you say

“He told us to tell you emergency code 7991 if you don't believe us." the deep voice returns

the emergency plan number, the one your dad told you meant to throw away any inhibitions you have and to follow this plan in order to live

it also meant a deal went sour

“Ok so what do I do now?!?!?" you supply pulling both backpack straps higher onto your back and leveling the gun in your hand

“Someone is waiting outside to take you to a safe location, all you have to do is get out of the apartment.”

the front door bursts open right as you hear these directions revealing several men

with weapons no less

you frantically looked around and spot the bathroom window

"Grab her!"

quickly, you throw it open as you take the short leap and land outside

you take off before they have a chance to even aim a gun at you

you run around a corner

before being jerked backwards by someone who grabbed your arm and covered your mouth with a hand

'Fuck me if this is how I die.' you think struggling to escape whoever it is

'To think I was going to buy that jean jacket I've had my eyes on for weeks..'

great last thoughts, y/n

struggle as you might you were no match for this person

you twist your head to try to look at him 

and you stop struggling bc

something about him doesn't seem all that dangerous

wow don't you love having your priorities straight before possibly dying

the men from earlier run past shouting and you see the guy who's holding you stare at them for a bit after they disappear through an alley

and the man holding you sighs in relief before letting you go and placing two firm yet gentle hands on your shoulder and looking at your face with dark eyes

he was at least a head taller than you and his face was handsome and his features were sharp and dark

his hair was lightly tousled and his gaze felt reassuring for some reason as you stare at him

“I’m here to take you to the safe house.”

'so time to think very carefully about what your next words are, y/n, he could be here to kill you' you think

"Ok."

smoooooth

he says nothing more as he pulls you up and opens the door to a black mercedes parked a bit away

you stand frozen, heart racing from your too many near death experiences today

him dragging your arm as you stop in front of the car

this is why you don’t like the family business

if only drug dealers could retire and get a nice house in the suburbs without needing bullet proof windows

or bullet proof anything

or a heaping helping of death and danger every five minutes

“Who are you?” you ask

real smart y/n asking the stranger who saved you from a bullet in the stomach who they were, you thought to yourself

he turns back to face you

and you think ‘DYING BY STUPID QUESTIONS WOULD NOT BE FUN TODAY!’

but he just tilts his head to the side a bit

and gives you a cute smirk

“You can call me Mingyu.”

then he pulls you into the car, slamming the door behind you, taking the driver's seat and hits the accelerator faster than you could say “seatbelts first”

screeching out of the parking stall

racing down the road

you grip onto your backpack containing your few emergency supplies

holding the gun lightly in front of you in view of Mingyu

“There’s no need for that”

Mingyu caught your eyes through the rearview mirror

“If I were here to kill you, I would have done it by now.” he throws the words out casually

“Why thanks Mingyu-ssi, that’s super reassuring.” you huff, lowering the gun by a bit

he chuckles at your response which surprises you

guess even the mafia has a sense of humor?

“Soooooo, Mr. Mingyu, did my father hire you?”

“Yes,” Mingyu said glancing at you through the rearview mirror again, “hired us to protect you until he could clean up this mess that the deal left.”

cryptic

but you weren’t stupid

“He wants me to stay out of it.”

“He wants you to stay safe.” you looked up at Mingyu after he said it

"I can take care of myself just fine." you bluff rolling your eyes

Mingyu just raises an eyebrow at you through the rearview mirror

"Does hiring the mob sound super safe to you?" you ask him in response to his eyebrow raise

“We take our jobs really seriously, Miss, you don’t have to worry.” Mingyu supplements

“Said the freaking mafia to the drug dealer’s daughter…” you mutter

he chuckles again

“Yes, the situation isn’t ideal, Miss.”

“Just call me y/n, Mingyu-ssi.”

"Then just call me Mingyu, y/n."

as he drives along the back roads he glances at you from the rearview mirror

“Pay attention to the road Mingyu, the last thing we need is a car crash. Are you staring because I’m pretty?” You say jokingly, not really expecting a response as you try lightening the mood but also calm your own anxious nerves down

“And if I am?" He flashes a grin at you one more time from the rearview mirror before staring straight ahead at the road again

you blush and shut right up, shaking your head to clear your jumbled thoughts

the short car ride ends when you both reach a hotel

it's a pretty fancy hotel

one with full-on suites

“My orders were to wait here and protect you for a few days while the others figure out how to get you and your father resettled in a safe place. Then we’ll rendezvous with them at the warehouse.”

“We’re staying at this hotel?”

“Well I think it’s better than bleeding out in some alley somewhere.” He laughs while you shoot him a glare

“It’s just kind of fancy for a drug dealer’s daughter don’t you think?”

“Hey, the mafia is nothing if not fancy.”

he smiles brightly throwing you off

he could honestly pass for some college kid now that you get a chance to look at him, he can't be much older than you are

and he definitely does not look like a tall intimidating man who could kill you

he grabs your hand pulling you into the lobby

“What the heck-” you start trying to get him to let go while he drags you across the beautiful foyer

“I’m here to check in.” he says pleasantly

smiling warmly at the lady behind the desk

you see her get flustered at Mingyu’s good looks bc of course and stammer asking him what his name was

“It’s under Mr. and Mrs. Kim.” 

EXCUSE ME?!?!?

sure a newlywed couple sounded like a good cover story but ?!?!?!

you're about to chop off Mingyu’s arm tbh mafia or no mafia when he pulls on your hand tighter causing you to yelp

“Isn’t that right Mrs. Kim?” smirking a bit before raising an eyebrow at you warning you silently ‘I think you should play along or bad things will happen…’

“Right,” you mutter before giving the hotel lady a fake smile and turning away to secretly plot your revenge on Mingyu, the giant, somehow

when he gets the room key he pulls you to an elevator and clicks the button for the 17th floor

When the elevator doors close he finally releases your hand and slides quietly to the other side of the elevator

a small smile on his face that you absolutely notice

you frown at the sudden feeling of absence of his hand holding yours

God pull yourself together y/n lol

the day’s events finally start catching up to you while you wait for the elevator to bring you to your destination

when the elevator doors open you rush out into the hallway feeling a bit claustrophobic in that cramped elevator with Mingyu and his stupid small smile and his cute eyes andwifkekrjqfkwjfnwj

hugging your backpack tighter, you start walking down the hallway when

“Miss y/n, the room’s the other way.”

blushing at your mistake

“I thought I said you could just call me y/n, I don’t need the ‘miss’ part!”

you walk back towards him, flustered, when your foot catches the edge of the carpet

and you trip

right into Mingyu’s arms

he catches you in his arms before you fall on your face

his face breaking into a smile

“Nice walking skills you got there.”

you smack his arms as he helps you up

Mingyu shaking his head and still chuckling lightly

he presses the room key to the handle and when you both walk in

a living room area, a half kitchen, and a huge fluffy bed laid out in the interior

“It’s so beautiful!” you stare in awe

gotta be one of the nicest places ever

being in the mafia must have its perks

you stare out the window

metropolitan smog aside

you could see a lot of the city’s skyline

the harsh outlines of the skyscrapers contrasting with the soft clouds in the sky

you set your backpack down on the sofa and take a few minutes just soaking in how extravagant it all was

"Guess you chose the right line of business huh?" you joke looking back at Mingyu

"It's alright." he laughs sitting down on a seat in the dining room

“Wait….We aren’t sharing a bed are we?!?!?” you say eyes widening

Mingyu bursts out into laughter making you jump

"No, mafia don't sleep, y/n." he says shaking his head, "Plus there's an adjoining room." pointing at a door

"Oh, but still humans need sleep." you counter walking over to inspect the kitchen

you're taken by surprise when Mingyu walks right up to you

you instinctually move backwards until your back hits the kitchen counter

and he still stands over you staring into your eyes

"Are we really human?" he smirks eyebrow raised questioningly

"I'm not going to answer that." you say holding your breath but also not backing down as you stare right back into his dark brown eyes

you stand there for a few more seconds, him inches from you, until he breaks the silence, moving backwards a slight smirk still on his face

"Good choice." he gives you a slight bow before saying, “I’ll let you settle in for the night and we can have dinner later. You should sleep, it’s been a stressful day.”

and before you say anything in response

he enters the adjoined room and closes the door softly behind him

you stand frozen in the spot he left you at

your heart beating quickly against your ribcage

your heart doesn't race like this normally

you take a few shaky breaths before you move again

the hotel provides coffee and popcorn

basically the two basic things necessary for a balanced diet  

so you plop onto the couch

turning on the tv while your popcorn went pop-pop-popping in the microwave and the smell of coffee filled the living room

once it's done, you grab the bag from the microwave and a blanket from the bed and settle in for an old rerun of a movie

you weren’t sure when exactly but you fall asleep in the middle of your blanket

when you wake up, you're still by yourself in the hotel room

but on the dinner table is a bowl of ramen

from the gentle steam curling up from it, you can tell it's still a bit hot

a note is written next to it in neat handwriting

'Got a call about something and need to run an errand. Be smart and don't leave the room. Also don't forget to eat. -Mingyu'

you purse your lips

"I'm always making smart decisions excuuuuse me Mr. Mafia." you say aloud to yourself while reading his note

however you sit down and hastily have some ramen

the noodles were perfectly cooked

it was perfect wtf

"Is there anything he can't do?" you shake your head smiling while finishing the food

as you finish up and put the bowl in the sink, you hear a gentle knock on the door

you hesitate

wouldn't Mingyu have the key?

you walk cautiously to the door and peer out the peephole

a man stands there in a hotel uniform pushing a cart of towels

so not thinking much of it you open the door

"Did your room call for more towels, Miss?" the man says to you pointing at the extra towels

"No we didn't." you frown confused, "But thank you."

you're about to close the door

but he puts his hand on the door, holding it open

"You're not very smart, Miss."

he grabs your arm roughly pulling you out of the hotel room where finally you seem to realize what's happening

you struggle trying to hit your attacker

another man stands next to the door and he kicks you sending you sprawling on the ground gasping for air

"Honestly, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree." the man sniggers

you clutch your side as you feel the throbbing pain from the kick spreading quickly, causing tears to well up in your eyes

"We ain't stupid sweetie, it ain't hard to track a girl with security footage in this part of town."

he yanks you up by your arm

the pain is really getting to you now as little black spots appear in your vision

"Take her to the boss, we can get back our money from the old man now and then kill 'em both."

he pulls out a zip tie and bounds it tight around your wirsts

the two drag you through to the service stairs as you descend down 

from the pain, you gather that you might have bruises for weeks

and honestly that's hella shitty

it made you more mad than scared

you weren't one for always being scared in tough situations

goes with being in the drug business

bless your father's soul for signing you up for self-defense classes

because you feel one of the man's hold on you release as he reaches for his phone to probably report back

the other not holding on as tightly thinking you must be in too much pain to fight back

and you aim one beautiful kick directly into the man's crotch

causing him to howl in pain

yea, criminal or no, you'd think henchmen would be smarter by now

you feel his grasp release as he tumbles down the stairs

adrenaline coursing through you, you leap the last few steps yourself

hands still tied together

and run

run like your life depends on it

because it does

out the nearest exit you can find

when you run into the door and burst out into sunlight

you realize you're in the back entrance to the hotel

no place to hide

the cursing of the henchmen behind you getting closer

your instincts take over as you run

making it easy to cross over the obstacles in your path as you search for somewhere, anywhere to hide

settling for some cars you leap over the hood of one and hide

hands still bound by this annoying zip tie

"Search the area, she can't have gotten very far!" you hear

you try to catch your breath as you hear them nearing

there's nowhere else to go now

you hold your breath as you see their legs appear from your hiding spot

circling the cars near you

'Well, if I die today, I can take comfort in the fact that one of you can't have children anymore' you think to yourself

and your eyes widen as their faces appear behind the car you're hiding behind

"Why hello there, Miss, are you lost?" he pulls on your hair forcing you out of your hiding spot

you close your eyes

tears forming again from the stinging pain

when you hear a loud crack

and suddenly he lets go of your hair

another loud sound

and you open your eyes

and there's Mingyu

the henchmen unconscious at his feet

"Y/n, are you ok?"

you don't answer him

maybe you died

maybe they killed you dead and right now you're just imagining Mingyu in front of you

"I'm really sorry, I should have been more careful, y/n, I shouldn't have left, I came running as soon as I realized they could have tracked us,,, I had been way too distracted-"

he pulls you into his arms mid-sentence

and just holds you

as finally the events catch up to you

you're not dead

you're alive

because Mingyu found you

the tears finally start falling as he brushes your hair back

apologizing over and over

not letting you go

saying everything is ok now

you don't notice when a car pulls up behind the two of you as Mingyu gently leads you to sit in it with him

he doesn't let go for quite a while

"Y/n, you're safe now, I'm sorry. I'm glad you're safe and I promise, you're never going to get hurt again."

the car ride continues in silence

as he holds you in his arms

and as you try to disappear into his hold

where it feels safe

the zip tie is cut off your hands

and you watch as Mingyu stares at the red skin that got cut by the zip tie

he opens a panel in the car revealing some bandaids as he puts it over your wrist

the car ride stops in front of a warehouse

where Mingyu helps you out of the car and in through a side entrance guarded by several men

and inside is your dad

your tears renew as you see him and you run up to him crying

happy to be safe and back together

it's a few months later that you see Mingyu again

after your father and you settle in a new part of town

under new names

in a nice house

though you definitely had to spring for those bullet-proof windows

and you didn't really know how

but you get dragged back into the drug business

guess you're attracted to the lifestyle

nothing is more exciting then dealing with the devil, you suppose

you steadily want to build an empire around you

and make yourself untouchable

clients line up and the money rolls in

it's fun

you're at a bar one night not particularly there for any reason but to let loose a little and have a drink

your hired guards stand on the edges of the dance floor

gazing lazily in your direction

you're wearing a black dress and casually sipping some wine

surveying the scene before you as you take a sip

red lipstick staining the glass

you feel someone sit next to you

a tall figure settling into the seat next to you

Mingyu looks at you with a dark smile

"It's been a while." he smiles

"So it has." you smirk waving off the guards who made a move towards you

"You're quite popular these days in this business, from what I've heard." he says downing his cup of whiskey

"A girl's gotta eat." you say titling your head slyly flashing a grin at him

"Excuse me." you say getting up and walking off to the side hallway where the bathrooms are

Mingyu follows you and you stop as he places an arm on the wall blocking your way

"Have to say, you're not hiding that gun of yours very well under that dress." Mingyu chuckles looking down into your eyes

"Or maybe I'm just trying to send you a message, Mingyu-ssi." you bite your lip smiling back

"Oh? And what's that?" he says taking a step closer to you

"That if I were here to kill you, I would have done it by now."

"Why are you here then, Miss y/n?"

"I don't know, why don't you tell me?"

and then he kisses you

pressing forward, roughly and gently at the same time

your back against the wall

the smell of alcohol between the two of you

his lips soft against yours

as your hands linger against his chest

and his arm steadying himself on the wall as his hand holds your chin

he pulls back

"I guess you're attracted to danger."

Admin note: what a freaking ride oh my heart, anyway was this ok guys? Hope you enjoyed it, honestly I had such trouble writing this and I'm worried if anyone will like it...

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[soldierstark]

Chemistry | Part 3 | COLE SPROUSE X READER

Description:The reader is learning to deal with her new found feelings for Cole when she gets a call from Lili about a suprising upcoming scene they'll have to film for season 2. The reader is upset because now her first kiss with Cole will be filmed because she waited to long to make her move.

Word Count: 1888

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

I woke up with a start at the sound of my phone ringing from the coffee table that sat in front of my couch. I rubbed my face wearily having just awoken from a mid-afternoon nap. After all the traveling I had done the past month to promote the show, I was wiped out and had a crazy new sleep schedule.

I reached forward and grabbed my phone only to see that it was Lili calling me. I accepted the call and put the phone up to my ear. “Hello,” I greeted with a yawn.

“(Y/N)!,” Lili screeched into my ear sounding very excited.

I pulled the phone away from my ear slightly, my heart racing from the sudden surprise of her loud voice. “What? What’s got you so excited?” I stood up off of my couch and started walking around my apartment.

“Have you read the script for the 3rd episode yet?” she asked sounding eager.

I looked over at my kitchen counter where the first 3 scripts of season 2 were sitting, having arrived in the mail yesterday afternoon. “No, I ‘m almost done with episode 2 though,” I answered. “Why?”

“You are not going to believe what happens in the final scene (Y/N),” she said. “I’m so excited for you it’s finally going to happen!”

“What?  What’s finally going to happen and why are y-,” I stopped talking when I was hit with a moment of realization. “No,” I whispered into the phone.

Lili giggled. “Oh yes.”

“Are you serious?” I asked in disbelief. “It’s finally gonna happen?”

“Yes!” she squealed. “I thought you’d be more excited,” Lili added in a normal voice.

I leaned my back against the kitchen counter and ran a hand through my hair.  “I mean, I guess I’m excited. I just always thought my first kiss with Cole would be- well, not filmed for the whole world to see.”

“Well that’s what you get for not making a move (Y/N),” Lili said in a sing song voice. “It’s not too late though, we probably won’t shoot that scene for another week.”

“Lili,” I sighed exasperated. “I can’t just go up and kiss Cole out of the blue because then I’ll have to tell him that I like him and he’ll turn me down and then things will be so weird between us that we won’t be able to shoot the kissing scene,” I babbled without taking a breath.

“You’re smart, funny, pretty, and a very talented actress (Y/N). What makes you think that he’ll turn you down?” Lili asked.

I snorted. “Because he’s freaking Cole Sprouse Lili and can do ten times better than me. I’m not going to waste my time chasing after a boy I’ll never have because he’ll never like me back. This is just a crush I’ll get over it eventually.”

“Oh whatever,” she replied sarcastically.

“I’m serious Li-,“ I started but stopped when I heard a beep from phone. “Hold up I think I’m getting another call,” I said before my phone away from my ear. I checked the caller ID and yelped when I saw who it was “Oh my god it’s Cole,” I said to Lili, putting the phone back at my ear.

“Answer him,” she stated simply.

“No! I’m talking to you.”

“Bye,” she said cheerily then hung up.

I groaned loudly debating whether or not to take the call, my heart leaping out of my chest. My eyes stared at my phone, knowing exactly why he was calling me.

I let out a sigh and accepted call. “Good afternoon Cole Mitchell Sprouse,” I greeted.

I could hear Cole chuckle over the phone. “I assume you know why I’m calling you,” he said simply.

“Yes indeed I do. I haven’t actually read the script but I just got a call from Lili so,” I trailed off as if that explained everything.

“Ah alright. So are you excited?” he asked sounding nonchalant.

“Pshh, no,” I lied. “Why would I be excited?”

He sighed dramatically. “Oh (Y/N) you know there are millions of girls who would kill to be in your position right now.”

I knew he was right. “Sure,” I drawled out sarcastically.

“Oh you know I’m right. Anyway do you want to rehearse lines later? We should get a jump start on memorizing these scripts.” For a moment I thought he sounded nervous but I pushed that into the back of my mind.

“Um sure sounds good though we will only be rehearsing the lines,” I said sternly into the phone. It was a good thing Cole couldn’t see me because I was blushing like crazy.

He let out another dramatic sigh. “Fine if you insist. So I’ll come over to your place later then?”

“Good with me,” I answered.

“Alright see you later. Bye (Y/N)”

“Bye Cole.”

  I was sitting in the makeup trailer waiting to start filming when Lili came bouncing in all smiley holding two cups of coffee. She placed one in front of me and clapped her hands together excitedly.

“Today’s the day!” she squealed taking a seat next to me.

“Wooo,” I replied raising a fist in the air weakly.

She leaned back into her chair and swiveled to face me. “C’mon (Y/N) get pumped. You’re finally going to get to kiss Cole!”

I took a long drawn out sip of coffee and sighed. “Let’s not make a big deal out of this okay?”

She looked at me suspiciously. “Alright,” Lili said trailing off.

The door to the trailer opened and who but Cole himself strolled in, all dressed up in his emo Jughead clothes. “Morning ladies,” he greeted us with a smile. “You ready to go?” he asked looking over at me.

I nodded my head standing up out of my chair as well as Lili. “You’re not needed on set for another hour,” I said raising an eyebrow at her.

“Oh I’m not missing this,” she replied walking over to Cole. I rolled my eyes with a smile and followed them out of the door.

“You like the taste of coffee right Cole?” I asked looking up at him.

Cole gave me weird look. “Well you do see me drinking it all of the time so yea. Why?”

We entered the sound stage that held the set for my characters house, where our scene was being shot. “I just drank half a cup so fair warning when we kiss you’ll be tasting it.” Cole chuckled nervously, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

“Aw look who’s blushing.” Camila cooed as we walked up to her and KJ.

I groaned. “You guys too? Why do all of you want to watch Cole and I make out so bad?” I asked in exasperation.

KJ put a hand over his heart. “Because we want to watch our on screen OTP finally get together,” he replied with his strong accent.

“Uh huh,” Cole said glaring at KJ who smiled at him mischievously.

I looked between them with my lips pressed together. “What? Why are you smiling like that?”

“No reason,” KJ replied innocently. I could hear Cole mumble under his breath but I couldn’t quite hear what he was saying.

“Places everyone!” the director yelled. “Let’s try to do this in one take alright.”

The crew started scrambling to their positions while Cole and I looked at each other with wide eyes. This was it. I walked into the living of my characters house while Cole stood outside of the front door.

I bit my lip in anticipation and wriggled my hands together trying to shake off the nerves. I wondered if Cole was as nervous as I was, though he had no need to be. I was only nervous because I liked him and since he didn’t like me, well, he probably felt fine.

I took a deep breath trying to steady my heartbeat as the director started counting down. I could see KJ, Camila, Lili, and also Casey now, standing with the crew smiling like idiots. Why the hell where they so happy about this?

“3, 2, 1, action!”

I looked over at the front door in confusion as the doorbell rang. I walked over and looked through the peep hole even though I already knew it was Cole behind the door. I unlocked it and opened it open only for Cole to come rushing in.

“Hello to you too,” I said sarcastically shutting the door behind me. I walked into the living room where Cole was standing looking at me with a conflicted expression.

“Why did you do that?” he asked me in frustration.

I crossed my arms over my chest and looked at him in confusion. “Do what?”

“Punch Reggie in face (Character/Name)!” he yelled waving his arms in the air.

I snorted. “Jughead you were there. He deserved it, he was teasing you,” I said raising my voice slightly, trying to sound slightly frustrated.

He took a step closer to me. “(Character/Name) he’s the captain of the football and almost a foot taller than you! You could’ve gotten seriously hurt,”

“Well I didn’t because I know how to whoop ass Jug,” I said with a slight laugh.

“That’s not the point,” he yelled. “My point is, you can’t go around beating up everyone who teases me (Character/Name).”

I stepped closer to Cole looking livid. “One of the perks of having two dead parents Jughead, is that I can do whatever I dam well please. Don’t take that away from me.”

“Laws aren’t a bendable thing! It’s still assault you could get in big trouble!”

“I don’t care Jughead he deserved it!”

“Because he was teasing me? It’s not that big of deal! Why would you punch a guy in the face for that?” he screamed stepping even closer to me.

“Oh shut up,” I said in disbelief. “Why wouldn’t I?”

Cole and I were less than a foot apart, breathing heavily form arguing. There was obvious tension though I didn’t know where it coming from.

The script said that we both had to realize how close we are to each other and make it surprising. So I looked Cole up and down quickly then relaxed my facial features of mock anger. Cole’s blue eyes looked determined as his hands reached up to my face and slammed his lips onto mine.

I tensed up a bit at the contact but returned his kiss immediately, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him closer. The soaring sound of my blood echoed in my ears and I could hear my heart beat in my head. I didn’t even care that there were like 30 people watching us.

Cole started stepping backwards, maneuvering us the wall behind us. We separated for a second to get some air and he used that time to switch our positions and press me against the wall.

We met in the middle and continued to kiss heatedly. Cole arms were wrapped around my waist keeping me close to him while his torso pressed me into the wall behind us. My hand took his hat off of his head and rummaged through his hair enjoying every second of it.

I really loved my job.

And if it hadn’t been clear to me earlier, it sure was now. I definitely wasn’t acting anymore.

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Once a Frat Boy, Always a Frat Boy. | Calum Hood - Part 9.

Summary: In which a new student, (Y/N), finds herself becoming the toy to popular frat boy Calum Hood. The only problem is that (Y/N) was warned about Calum her first day on campus, and Calum just so happens to be dating (Y/N)’s best friend, Callie Mitchell. She hates him. She hates him more than she’s hated anyone ever before; however, she can’t help the growing feeling inside of her stomach after she finds out some very interesting things about Calum that no one had ever known before.

Rating: PG

Pairing: slight! Reader/Calum

A/N: A very, very short chapter! But, there’s drama included. Does that make up for it?

 It had been three weeks. Calum had been away from the university and far away from his friends for three weeks, and things could not have been more... peaceful. (Y/N) hated to admit it, but there had been far less drama since Calum had departed. She wondered if he was actually the source of the drama. He had to have been, right? Callie had slowly gotten over him leaving; she was actually sparking a relationship with Ashton. The two of them had been out together every day since Ashton came to break the news to Callie about her boyfriend leaving and breaking up with her; it was like they were nearly inseparable now.

 Luke was less of an asshole. He apologized to (Y/N) during their class last week, speaking highly of her and explaining that he was just angry that she was the first girl to beat him to messing the relationship up. They laughed about the situation, but they also agreed to only speak during class, or during parties that his frat would hold. (Y/N) was easy to forgive people, but she still held grudges. She still held a grudge against her brother for letting her get so drunk she couldn’t count her fingers before she moved colleges, so she was not going to let Luke off the hook easily.

 Her relationship with Michael had grown tremendously. The two would usually sneak out after her classes on Monday and smoke a few bowls, returning back to his frat to eat their food and play video games. It was always funny to play Call of Duty while they were high, because they could usually pick out how fake and unrealistic the graphics were with their heightened senses. Michael still gave (Y/N) free drinks at Starbucks, but now his other friends had to pay since he got in trouble for losing the store profit shortly after Calum left.

 (Y/N) was high currently, holding a joint in her hands as she laughed at something Michael had said about hearing Luke banging his newest girlfriend the night before.

 “I hate having a room next to his.” Michael muttered, taking the joint from (Y/N)’s hands as he took a long hit, inhaling the smoke in his lungs with a grin. (Y/N) rolled her eyes lightly and laughed, leaning her head back against the headboard of Michael’s bed the two of them were sharing. “At least you weren’t that loud. I know Luke’s sex game can’t be that good, right?” Michael eyed his friend, causing (Y/N)’s cheeks to burn a bright red.

 Luke was decent in bed, she had to admit. He knew how to use his hips, and God, did he know how to twirl his tongue the right way. But (Y/N) was never one to moan or groan, or scream during sex. She was too embarrassed to make noise in fear of sounding like a dying animal or a porn star, so she usually bit on her fingers or a pillow to keep her mouth shut. She was glad that Michael had never been able to really hear her when she was with Luke; she would just die if he had.

 “Uh, sure.” She laughed out, causing Michael to groan and shake his head at her answer. He knew she was lying to him, but he chose not to antagonize her anymore as her phone began ringing in the bed. They both looked down to see the caller ID, seeing Callie’s name written across the screen. (Y/N) signaled for Michael to wait, and she got up and walked out of his dorm room and into the vacant hallway.

 “Hey, Callie. What’s up?” She asked her roommate, her throat suddenly dry from her previous smoke session. She coughed slightly, clearing her throat as she heard shuffling on the other end of the phone.

 Callie sounded very concerned as she spoke, her voice lower than usual into the phone. “(Y/N), there’s a strange man at our dorm. I’m scared.” She whispered.

 (Y/N)’s heart rate picked up at the mention of a strange man, and her blood felt cold as her grip on her phone tightened as she nodded her head. “What does he look like?” (Y/N) asked her.

 “He’s tall, and he’s got darker skin. He kind of looks like...” Her voice trailed off, and (Y/N) knew that she was talking about Calum. She was still having trouble saying the boy’s name, hurting every time that he was mentioned or any time she had to hear (Y/N) talk about how he was doing since he was only updating her and no one else from their friend group.

 Calum’s father wouldn’t be so insane as to come to the college for real, would he? Calum had left. He wasn’t here anymore, and (Y/N) wondered if his father knew that. Probably not, since Calum didn’t try to contact him to let him know that he would no longer be there when he arrived. (Y/N) sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, frustration beginning to boil inside of her body as she hurriedly dashed inside of Michael’s dorm room, motioning for him to stand up with her.

 He stood up from the bed, roaching the joint in an ashtray. He looked over at his friend, worried about her serious expression even though he could still tell in her reddened eyes that she was high. He wondered if she was playing a joke on him, but he knew she was serious when her nostrils began to flare in anger. “I’ll be right there, Callie. Where’s Ashton?” (Y/N) asked her, watching as Michael fiddled around his dorm room for his shoes.

 “He went to get us something to eat and he hadn’t come back yet. I’m not really sure where he is, but this man isn’t leaving.” Callie mumbled, and (Y/N) could sense her uncomfortable feeling through the phone. She sighed and closed her eyes, mentally cursing Ashton for leaving Callie alone. She told Callie to be patient until she and Michael could find their way to her to help her through the mess.

 Michael found his shoes and stood next to (Y/N), giving her a questioning look. All she could offer was a shake of her head as she hurriedly tugged him out of his dorm room and down the stairs of the frat. Luke sat at the kitchen counter, giving them a glance as they ran out of the door, but he sat still as if everything was under control. If only he knew..

 (Y/N) and Michael sprinted towards the girl’s dorm building, sensing a larger threat than before as they entered and saw multiple female students crowded in the hallway that her shared dorm was located in. She cursed under her breath as she neared her door, spotting Callie standing outside of it with her arms hugged closely to her body and her teeth dug deep into her lips.

 “What the fuck?” Michael questioned, looking from Callie into the dorm room where a tall man was sitting on (Y/N)’s bunk. He sat contently, his legs crossed and his head held high as if he had been in there a million times. Callie looked over to (Y/N), pleading for her to get him to leave the room. Michael walked with the two girls as they all entered the room, all of them slowly crowding around (Y/N)’s bed.

 She felt awkward as she looked at the stranger before her, taking in his buttoned up shirt and slacks. He looked dress for something formal, so she wondered why he had ventured onto a college campus. He was no professor, she knew that for sure. Was he really Calum’s dad, like she had questioned?

 “H-hi,” (Y/N) started, catching the man’s attention. He turned his head towards her and smiled, a thin line creasing his cheeks as he did so. “Can I, uh, help you?” She offered, and the man sighed as he stood.

 He was much taller than (Y/N) had anticipated, and even with Michael being almost the same height as the man, she felt more intimidated by him than warmly greeted. She took a step back so that she was closer to Michael and Callie.

 “I believe so.” The man answered.

 “How can I assist you?” (Y/N) retorted, her patience short and her nerves breaking. The man grinned again and shrugged his shoulders, folding his arms behind his back as if it was obvious for his reason appearing in her dorm room.

 “You have connections to my son, Calum. Correct?” He asked her, and (Y/N)’s heart fell down into the pit of her stomach as she noted that her guess was correct. Calum’s father had appeared to look for him, and he was no where to be found. He was far away from the college, and now, they were stuck with the consequences.

 She shrugged her shoulders, trying to act as if she was clueless, but Callie broke down into sobs. She held her face in her hands as she cried and Michael hugged her into his side, rubbing her shoulders to try and get her to calm down. Calum’s father tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, amused to the girl’s reaction.

 “What makes you think we have connections to him?” (Y/N) asked, trying to find some sort of back bone so that her legs would quit shaking like jello. His father laughed benignly, motioning towards Callie.

 “I wasn’t sure, but her reaction tells me I’m correct in my assumptions.” He answered. (Y/N) coughed, feeling sick to her stomach. She was way uncomfortable being around a man that she knew was capable of harm and manipulation. She didn’t want him to use her to get to Calum, for his protection and for her own. She was scared, and she wasn’t sure what to do to get her and her friends out of the situation. “Can you get him on the phone for me? I’d like to have a word with him.” His father ordered, and (Y/N) instantly turned on her heel to leave the dorm.

 She pulled Michael and Callie outside with her, the other students all still staring at them and whispering. She knew it was a big incident, but she was unaware of why they all felt the need to stare at them as if they were part of an exhibit in a museum. She rolled her eyes at them and turned towards her friends, her eyes panicked and her nerves on their last string.

 “What do we do?” (Y/N) asked, and Michael shrugged as Ashton finally appeared into the dorm hall. He hurried over to the three in the hall, taking in Callie’s tears running down her cheeks. He dropped the food in the bags he held, hurrying to wrap Callie into a comforting hug. He looked over to Michael and (Y/N), his eyes crazed at Callie’s state. (Y/N) motioned towards their dorm with her head, and with one quick peek, Ashton’s body froze.

 “How the hell did he get here?” Ashton whisper hissed, and Michael rolled his eyes.

 “Your guess is as good as ours.” Michael retorted. (Y/N) took the opportunity of Ashton’s arrival to step away from her friends, pulling out her phone as she searched for the number she knew she had to call. She hadn’t talked to him in a few days, but now was the best time.

 After three rings, Calum’s voice chirped through the phone. “Are you confessing your love for me, (Y/N)?” He joked, but he quickly silenced his laughter at her harsh reply.

 “You officially fucked us over, Calum. Your dad’s here.”

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