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just-a-really-tall-girl-tbh · 3 years

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Waiting Room

Summary: Stiles is badly hurt, with only y/n to save him

Pairing: None in particular but sort of reader X Derek?

Warnings: Mentions of blood and fighting, also talk of hospital

Word count: 2188

Original piece please don’t copy :)

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Sitting in the hospital chair with your head in your hands you focused on your breathing.

Out

Flashes of claws plagued your vision, swiping before you.

Out

You scrunched your eyes hearing the piercing sound of your own scream, the eerie sound playing back in your mind, filling your head.

Out

You sat up leaning back against the plastic chair, rubbing your face up and down trying to regain some perspective. You stood up, unable to sit in those horrid chairs any longer and also wanting to be moving, anything to distract yourself.

Pacing back and forth in the hallway you consistently looked up at the closed doors in front of you.

‘SURGERY – Authorised personal only beyond this point’

The door stood still, you begged for it to open, for someone to come and tell you, they were okay, that they would survive. You needed something, anything to hold on to. Even false hope was still hope right?

Shaking your head, you sat back once again on the hospital chair.

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“Y/N RUN” Stiles screamed.

You barely had a chance to face the boy before you were knocked to the ground, the cold floor welcoming your body. Whatever it was that knocked you was now headed towards stiles. You blinked a few times, trying to stop the world from spinning around you. You pulled yourself up against the lockers that lined the boys changing room. Wincing as you touched your forehead, your fingers instantly becoming coated in blood. You looked up and saw Stiles slowly backing away from a large figure, his arms up in defence. You could see his mouth moving, but the ringing in your ears prevented you from hearing Stiles’ pleas.

Eventually Stiles had retreated as far as the room would allow, feeling his back against the wall, his hands searched either side of him, a failed attempt at finding something to defend himself with.

The assailant’s hand was raised, his claws gleaming in the poorly lit locker room, and in one swift motion he had sliced Stiles’ stomach.

You screamed as his body slumped against the wall, the attacker simply left the room, disinterested in continuing the fight he thought was futile. Stiles’ torso began turning ruby red, the blood coating his middle in moments.

Scrambling to your feet you ran to him.

“Stiles? Hey, it’s okay I’m here I’m here” the words came out weaker than you intended. He looked up at you, his hands covering his stomach, a useless attempt at stopping the bleeding. You looked around the room, you needed to stop the bleeding. Grabbing a towel from a nearby bench you wrapped it and placed it on his abdomen, he grimaces at the sudden pressure.

“I’m sorry okay, I gotta stop the bleeding, just stay with me okay? Don’t you dare leave.” His slight head nod was all you needed to know he heard you.

“You gotta keep talking to me okay? I need another towel, and I’ll call an ambulance, or I’ll call Scott and we will get out of here okay?” You pleaded, trying to convince yourself it was going to be okay. You had seen injuries like this before and they always put pressure on the wound trying to stop the bleeding so that’s a good place to start. Your mind suddenly racing, scrambling to remember information they taught you in that stupid first aid course the school made everyone take. Logical and rational thinking was the only thing that would give Stiles a fighting chance. Placing Stiles’ hands over the now blood-soaked towel, you stood taking a deep breath, and began looking for more supplies.

“Talk to me Stiles, I need to hear you.”

“I don’t want to die at school.” He whispered.

“You’re not going to die; I won’t let you okay? Who else is going to tell me when I’m being dramatic or bring Scott and I into the woods at 1AM looking for a body? Who else is going to defend me even when I’m not there to defend myself? Who else is going to make me laugh when all I want to do is cry?” You finished your sentence as you kneeled next to Stiles, your arms filled with towels. Removing one you replaced it with two more, trying to stop the bleeding.

“You gotta tell my Dad, y/n”

“What? Tell your Dad what?” You were focused on his stomach, placing towel after towel anywhere you saw red.

“Tell him I love him okay?” Your breathing hitched in your throat and you looked up at the boy. His face was pale, more so than usual. His eyes lacked the spark that normally filled them.

“He knows Stiles. He knows.” Tears brimmed your eyes.

“You gotta tell him though okay? Promise me?”

“I promise, but you have to promise me something too.” He looked at you, unable to continue talking, allowing you to proceed. “You have to ask Lydia to the winter formal.”

His eyes widened, and mouth opened to object, no sound passed his lips.

“Come on Stiles, if- No- WHEN we get out of this, you have to do it.”

Stiles nodded as his eyes began to droop closed.

“No no no, you can’t Stiles come on.” You reached up to his face, your blood-soaked hands covering his cheeks with the liquid unintentionally. You shook his head and begged him to come back to you.

His breathing shallowed, only a whisper of air exchanging in his lungs.

The next few minutes were a blur. You had called an ambulance and then called Scott. Rode in the ambulance to the hospital and were told to wait outside while they wheeled Stiles into surgery. You stood at the entrance of the doors just staring, unable to move from your spot. Maybe if you didn’t move you would wake up from this horrible dream. Maybe if you didn’t move Stiles would walk out of there telling you it was all a mean joke. And so, you stood. Until a nurse came and asked about your head. You didn’t hear her the first few times she spoke to you, until she placed a hand on your shoulder, and you snapped out of your trance. Your face was wet from the tears you had no idea were even falling, too numb to feel anything other than helplessness.

The nurse walked you to a vacant bed, holding your arms and leading you away from the door you so desperately wanted to stand before. She cleaned your hands, the red painted sink yet another reminder of the events. She cleaned your wounds and stitched your forehead together before placing a bandage on your forehead. Her question didn’t register with you the first time, your eyes fixated on the wall ahead, the imagine of Stiles’ body permanently engraved in your mind.

“Sweetie?” You looked at the nurse. “Is there anyone I can call for you?” The sympathy evident in her eyes and tone of voice. Taking a few moments to answer you searched your mind for who you might want to call. Your parents were out of town on business, too busy with their jobs to worry about raising a child. Scott was already on his way, bringing Derek with him. The face of the sheriff came to the forefront of your mind. Feeling the guilt of having to tell him that his only son, his only child, was in a critical condition all because you wanted to sneak a copy of the test answers from Coaches desk, a fresh batch of tears lined your eyes.

“McCall.” You whispered. “Mellissa McCall.”

The nurse simply nodded and left the cubicle.

‘Mellissa McCall can you please report to emergency bay 3 please, Mellissa McCall to emergency bay 3’ the intercom speaker sounded through the hospital.

Moments later the privacy cloth dividing your bed from the emergency room was whipped open. Mellissa’s distraught face appeared behind it, she ran towards the bed, wrapping her arms around you and tightly holding as your body collapsed into hers.

“I tried Melissa, I tried but there was so much blood and it was everywhere-” you began

“Shhh it’s okay you did great okay?” she comforted.

“I can’t tell him. I can’t tell his Dad, I can’t.” You begged.

“Hey, we will do it together okay? I’m right here.” Melissa always had a way of soothing anyone. Maybe it was her motherly touch or the way her voice had a calming tone to it, but it always helped. Always. After a few minutes she pulled away, told you she was going to call the sheriff and ask him to come down, then she was going to go into the theatre to check on Stiles’ progress.

Leaving your cubicle, you sat on the chairs in front of the surgery. Your head hurt but it didn’t faze you. Losing your best friend was at the forefront of your mind and the thought of not having your cheeky sidekick beside you was too much to handle.

Quick footsteps sounded the halls and your heart raced. You weren’t ready to tell Sheriff Stilinski about his son. Looking up you were somewhat relieved to see Scott and Derek.

“Hey.” Scott said softly as you raised to your feet and were pulled into a tight hug. “Have you heard anything?” Shaking your head, you pulled away, not wanting to make eye contact with the werewolf Infront of you, too ashamed to see the distress on his face knowing you caused it.

Scott stepped back allowing Derek to hug you next. He didn’t let go when you tried to pull away after a few moments, knowing you needed to be held just a little longer. Sniffling, you pulled back, Derek allowing you to this time. His arms stayed wrapped around your waist, his hand comfortably placed on you hip.

Collectively everyone looked up at the sound of another person running towards you all. A worried sheriff Stilinski appeared at the end of the hall, sprinting towards you. Before he could ask where his boy was and what had happened, the surgery doors swung open, a gowned-up Melissa exiting the room. She removed her protective gear and took a deep breath. Derek pulled you closer, preparing for the news.

“He lost a lot of blood. Almost too much.” She looked towards the sheriff. “But that boy in there is as stubborn as anything. The doctors believe he will make it.” Everyone sighed in relief and Derek pulled you into his chest, closing his eyes in relief. You felt your knees go weak and let out a soft cry.

“Y/n, you saved him.” Melissa approached you. “If you weren’t with him, he wouldn’t be here.” You nodded into Derek’s chest, unwilling to separate knowing you would have to face your best friends Dad. Mellissa hugged Scott and then the sheriff, both thanking her for her help.

You felt a hand on your upper back, slowly pulling away from the safety of Derek’s chest you turned to face Noah. His eyes were soft, tears falling from them freely, he softly smiled before pulling you into his chest.

“I’m so sorry.” You whispered.

“Hey it’s okay, he’s okay, we’re okay.” He replied.

“I didn’t mean it I swear we didn’t know we weren’t alone.”

“Y/n stop” He paused, separating the two of you, holding you at arms distance and tilting his head down. “We just need him to recover okay? That’s what you need to focus on.”

Simply nodding you were pulled back into the arms of the sheriff. Looking over his shoulder your eyes connected with Scott’s, his worried expression was replaced with one of anger. Eventually the Sheriff needed to sign some paperwork at the front desk, or maybe Melissa just sensed you guys needed a minute. Either way you were grateful for the opportunity to be able to explain the events to the boys.

“Well?” Scott looked at you expectantly. You sighed and looked at your feet.

“We wanted the answers to Tuesday’s test, neither of us had time to study so we figured we would find the answer key in coaches’ desk and borrow it.” Scott rolled his eyes and breathed out heavily, his mannerisms dripping with disapproval. Derek could only watch on as you continued to explain yourself. “When we got there, Stiles said he thought we weren’t alone, I thought he was just trying to scare me. We got to the boy’s locker room and were about to head into coaches’ office when Stiles yelled at me to run. Everything else is just a blur.” Finally looking up and meeting Scott’s eyeline you saw him deep in thought, the stress of the night’s events, evident in every inch of his face. “Scott?”

“I’m thinking.” He was short.

“There’s one more thing.” He looked towards you, ready to be annoyed with whatever you were about to say next. “Whatever attacked stiles, it had claws.” His eyes widened and looked towards Derek who looked like he had just made the same connection as Scott.

“There’s another werewolf in Beacon hills.”

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ajokeformur-ray · 4 years

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Hi lovely! Just sending my ask for what we talked about! I work for a bingo company as a chat room host. I talk to players, answer queries and running quizzes. Could i request a piece of patrick being bored while i work, tonight i work til 1am so once he finished school I'd be working. I can just imagine him being so bored and cute.

To add on to my recent ask...you'll know what i mean...ASSSSSSSSS DAT ASS!!!!

My dearest Charlotte, I know exactly what you mean ;) there’s nudity in this piece but it’s not NSFW so fair warning ^^ I hope that you enjoy this piece, please let me know if not and I’ll write you something else ksksksk this is personalised just for you, so enjoy! 💜

Quick disclaimer: It’s mentioned that Pat goes to school but Heath was 19 at the time of filming and so I write Pat to be 19 - 22 years old.

Word count: 1, 763.

You were already working when Pat came home from school.

You had over a thousand people in one chat room and over three hundred in another. You were typing as fast as you could to talk to players and to answer any questions they had, and your fingers felt like they couldn’t move fast enough, your brain working faster than your body could move. It made a panicked ache bloom in your chest sometimes, but for the most part were you confident and sure of yourself. You knew what you were doing. Your wrists were cramping horribly but you pushed forward to fulfil your minutely quota.

Your laptop was hooked up to another monitor so that you could see more of everything at once. Your eyes moved over both screens, your fingers were moving as fast as you could manage. You were well and truly in the zone, focused and working your absolute hardest. So focused were you, in fact, that you completely missed Pat coming home from school. Usually, he made a fuss when he came in, wanting all of your attention, but you started work at four fifteen in the afternoon and he came home at almost five. You were already in full swing and Pat sequestered himself in the living room so that you remained undisturbed in the bedroom.

You had a migraine, too, and you were feeling nauseous. You were tired and you were feeling bad about so many things; things you had no control over, things you couldn’t change. You desperately wanted for Pat to cuddle you and to take care of you -

Just as the lump in your throat, made up was it of a wad of emotions impossible to name or define, grew bigger and made your eyes sting with tears which only blurred your vision and made you blink them away rapidly, there was a small knock on the bedroom door and Pat cracked the bedroom door open just enough for him to come through. He shut it as quietly as he could with his free hand; the other was balancing a tray made up of a glass of water and some food for you. He tiptoed around the room so that he could set the tray on the nearest available surface, moving with exaggerated movements to, at the very least, make you smile.

You barely even glanced at him, your fingers moving over the keyboard. Occasionally did you mutter something to yourself, something which you needed to do or remember, and Pat was entirely enraptured by you. You were so focused but all the signs were there that you weren’t feeling good. Pat sat down beside you once the tray was settled and he further moved and laid down beside you, keeping to himself and being as quiet as he could. He had missed you today but you would be working until one in the morning and so Pat had to get his fill of you where he could. You were the best part of him, the most exciting part of his day, and Pat always made sure that you knew how deeply he loved you.

Pat was not a quiet man. He loved spontaneity and adventures, making you laugh. Your smile was one of his most favourite sights and Pat worked to see it every day. Some days, on his darkest days, it was for your smile that he even got out of bed. What the two of you shared was so deep and so rich that it was beyond words, though you exchanged plenty of those. He managed to lay there for half an hour before he sighed. It was a long and heavy sound saturated with boredom.

“Hey there, girlie,” Pat sighed, reaching out to touch the small of your back. His hand was pressed flat against your shirt, the heat of him seeping into your own body and warming you from the inside out. It felt good to have Pat there with you and you pushed yourself backwards just enough so that you could enjoy his touch a little more. Pat chuckled low in his throat and slipped his hand underneath the hem of your shirt so that he could soothe you as best as he could without disturbing you. He knew that you weren’t feeling okay but you wouldn’t finish for another five hours or so, and it was all that he could do to be there for you.

“Hi, Pat.” You smiled slightly, your heart squeezing with love for your Aussie. You loved him with your entire being and you knew that Pat loved you with all that he was, too. “How was school?”

Pat chuckled. “I don’t know. I skipped most of my classes.”

“Pat!” You scolded him half heartedly, your eyes not leaving your work. You had to remain focused no matter what. You continued to type with one hand while the other grabbed the glass of water. You drank deeply, clearing almost half the glass in one hit,

“Whoa, easy,” Pat laughed as he crept closer to you so that he could lean his forehead against the small of your back, underneath your shirt, “Breathe, love.”

“Mm.” A noncommittal noise and then, “No time.”

Pat remained where he was, underneath your shirt, his soft curls tickling at your skin, his breath gently fanning across your flesh as he inhaled and exhaled through his nose. You thought that he might have been asleep there, tucked into you. You felt him move as he pulled his legs up so that he was in the foetal position, curled up into your back. An arm lifted off the mattress which cradled Pat’s body and wrapped around your lower belly. He didn’t squeeze you, for that could hurt you on a bad pain day, but he shuffled closer to you, full lips clumsily pressing a kiss to the space of your back which was closest to him. “I love you.” A sleepy, incoherent mumble. Oh, but he was so tired. He often stayed up with you while you were working, so he was up at seven in the morning to get ready for school and he didn’t go to bed until one in the morning or whenever you finished. When he came home from school, he would collapse into bed with you (gently, so as to not cause you any more pain) and sleep until you finished work... and so the cycle would continue.

There was nothing that he wouldn’t do for you. True to his surname was he a romantic. He was a sweetheart and he told you every minute of the day that he loved you; with his words and with his actions so that never could you doubt him. In return did you reassure him of the same and the two of you clung to each other with all that you had. You were there for each other through your best days and through your worst; there was nothing that you wouldn’t do for the other person and there was nothing that either of you could ever say or do which would make the other love you any less or be any less proud of you.

“I love you too.” A pause and then, “Are you sleeping because you’re bored?”

“Well, that and I’m tired.” Pat’s body shook the bed with his laughter, his fingers stroking soothingly along your side, once again under your shirt. He craved you like his lungs needed oxygen.

A hand left your keyboard just enough to reach back and blindly feel along Pat’s legs. Your fingers rested upon his black jeans for just a moment, long enough for him to register that you were touching him, and then you had to get back to typing; there was always just so much to do. Pat ended up falling asleep against you, his arm curled around you. He must have been more tired than he had let on, but faithfully did he remain beside you until you were finished. You picked at the food he had made for you as your shift crawled past and at last, at last, when the clock struck one in the morning and your shift finished, Pat was the first one to spring up.

He was blearily eyed, his curls flat on one side where his head had been pressed against your back, and he helped you to put everything away before without finesse or thought did he strip down. First his charcoal grey long sleeved shirt, tossed unceremoniously into the corner of your room, then his black jeans were shed and left as they were on the floor, the trouser legs left inside out. You stared, utterly captivated, and Pat caught your heated gaze with his own. A wicked grin accompanied his next words to you. “I bet you’ve thought about me naked, huh?” Pat winked as he pulled down his boxers while he slid into bed. You caught a flash of his bare bum as he did so and you felt your entire body heat up in a blush.

“Thinking about it now, yeah.” Your voice was weak in your arousal and your body feeling shaky. Oh, the things he could do to you...

Pat threw you another wink and leaned over the bed to peel back the duvet on your side - get in - and you smiled in relief as with a weary sigh did you sink into bed. Pat leaned over and shut the bedside lamp off, plunging the room into darkness. Your head was pounding as your migraine got worse and your nausea increased, too, but Pat, intuitive as he was, began to gently massage your scalp with one hand, the other one draped over your hips again. He didn’t squeeze but his weight there was a deeply reassuring one.

“How are you feeling, love?”

“Really shitty. You?”

“Worried. For you. Come on, we gotta sleep - busy day tomorrow. I love you, you know that?”

You tipped your head, searching, wanting. Pat chuckled, knowing what you were after, and his lips found yours in the dark. His kiss was sensual, slow and reverent as he explored your mouth with his, his tongue darting out to deepen the kiss. You welcomed him into your mouth and turned to face him, moving your body carefully to get closer. You wanted more of all that he was.

As you pulled away, needing to breathe, Pat hummed softly, the noise swallowed by the returned sentiment, “I love you, too.”

It was your simplest, heaviest truth.

Patrick Verona @jokershyena @loveletterstoledger @itsthejoker @royaleclownx @tsukiakarinobara @arianatheangelworld @antonija89 @hotpacino

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misfitsluug · 5 years

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man i’m really out here at 1am, it’s kinda quirky doe. i plan on writing different stories besides just this one; also if you have any requests just ask! i don’t bite, i can write bbs, gbg, and goopcast so yeah ajevhwebfdjjw hopefully y’all enjoy this chapter! :)

/ carson. /

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余韻: linger.

stay in a place longer than necessary, typically because of a reluctance to leave.

eg: "I wanted to linger in his presence longer than this."

(t.w - minor drug mention.)

recap:

"We should get off this roof," Carson added, rubbing his head.

"Yeah, let's go," I helped Carson up and grabbed his cane from the ground along with mine and his backpack. Leaving the same way we came.

I hope this doesn't change anything.

I got home later than usual, knocking on the door painfully slow because I knew what was waiting for me behind this door. It's not like I can avoid this, I live here. "Carson," Cooper greeted me with an angry tone.

"Cooper," I replied, walking inside as I felt him softly shut the door. "Where were you, dude? I waited out there for ten minutes, I looked like a parent picking up their fifteen-year-old kid waiting there."

"At least I'm back, right?"

"That isn't the point Carson, you blind fuck, you could've-"

"Listen, you're my best friend but not my parents. I don't want you on my back all the time," I spat, the room filled with silence. "I'll be fine."

"No, no you won't because there are fucking bandages on your face and you smell like weed! Explain, now," Cooper retorted, on my way home I forgot that the roof thing happened. I didn't say anything. "Carson."

"Coopie, calm down. Maybe he tripped or something?" Travis countered, his hand on my shoulder as if he knew what I did. "He'll be okay, he's home now."

"Yeah, fine. You better fess up soon because seeing you like this isn't fun, Carson," Cooper replied, probably walking to his room.

"Carson, you gonna tell him or me?" Travis asked as he moved his hand away, I fiddled with my cane. "Fine, I was hanging out with a friend of mine and some fucking assholes attacked us, happy?"

"Oh, did you do something?"

"No, Travis, I'm blind."

"Hm, be careful next time, for Coopie's sake?"

"Yeah yeah, I'm going to my room," I slowly walked to my room, throwing my cane down and put on my pajamas and falling onto my bed. I could see the fuzzy moonlight entering my room, taking off my glasses which didn't change my vision at all, I just got used to wearing them. I couldn't sleep, I keep wishing that we could’ve gone anywhere but the rooftop. Maybe things would've been better.

Earlier that day.

"Now what?" Cameron inquired as to if I knew how to respond. I just shook my head no, I didn't feel like talking. "Listen, I'm-"

"Don't apologize, it already happened," I interrupted him which led to a long pause.

"I still feel guilty, is there something I can do?" He offered, his tone was almost hopeful. I squeezed my long cane, it was going to be a long walk home. "Do you have a car?"

"Yeah but it's kinda old. Might smell like weed."

"You could drive me home," I answered, walking off the school grounds and suddenly felt freer. Maybe because I was pelted to the ground earlier. "You didn't have to ask. Do you mind if I patch you up? You look not so good."

"I bet you look not so good either," I chuckled, taking a deep breath afterward. Cameron led me to his car and opened the door for me as I sat down, mentally praying he's a genuinely nice guy and not a creep. "Okay so, I have a first aid kit in here. Is-is it okay if I touch your face?"

"How else are you gonna do this?"

"Hah, you got me there," He confessed, I listened to him fumble with the kit as a click ran through the car. The only sounds were us breathing and him looking for whatever in the kit. "This might burn," Cam mumbled, I nodded and closed my eyes tightly, a wipe touched my cheek. I hissed slightly but let him tap the scratch lightly and place a bandaid after. "Why do you have a first aid kit in your car?"

"Just for moments like these," Cameron declared, tapping the scratches away with a wet wipe that smelled of rubbing alcohol. "So this has happened before?"

"Yeah, I have a couple of scars I guess."

"I'm sorry, they're such assholes. If I could, I'd poke them very hard with my cane."

"I appreciate you saying that. You're quite the chatty guy, aren't you?" Cameron said in a sarcastic tone and I smiled. "Of course, I'm surprised at how quickly you found out."

"I have my ways," His tone became softer, placing a third bandaid but his hand still on my cheek. "C-Cameron?"

"Yeah, I finished by the way," Cameron blurted, putting away different things into the kit as he threw it in the back. "Thank you, you didn't have to do that either."

"You let me, how could I not help a guy like you?" Cameron added, his car keys jingled as the car started, the clicks of our seatbelts being put on while he drove out the parking lot. "If you don't mind me asking, what am I like?"

"I can't tell you exactly since I haven't known you that long but I can tell you're a cu-nice guy."

"What were you gonna say?"

"Nothing, just my tongue slipped is all," Cameron explained with a giggle at the end. "What do you think of me?"

"I think you're weird and different and I like that," I announced but realized what I said. "I-I mean like, I like that you're weird and different you know? I think you're cool and stuff but I didn't mean it like that, you know, right?"

"Calm down, Carson. I understand what you're saying. I enjoy how different you are as well."

"Are you repeating what I said but better? You jerk, burn in a deep frier," I stated threateningly. We laughed a little bit.

"I just realized I have no fucking clue where I'm going, do you know where you live?" Cameron advised and I told him my address. "Okay, thank you. As much as I'd love to drive around with you, it's probably past your bedtime."

"You're probably right, God, Cooper's gonna fucking send me to the slaughter machine," I forewarned myself, nervously laughing at the end.

"Cooper? Is that another one of your little goons?"

"Oh yeah, he's like one of my best friends. He and his boyfriend live with me, it's pretty great. Do you have any roommates?"

"Yep, me and my best friend, Toby. She's a very sweet person," Cameron affirmed, tapping against the steering wheel to the beat of the music from the radio. "That's good Cam. Are we there yet?"

"Uhh, you said you lived in a complex called Crossing Sunset?"

"Yep, that's it," I agreed, the car turned and the speeding bumps underneath shook the car as he parked in the parking lot. From what I knew, the complex isn't that big and it's very quiet except for the dog that barks every single hour. "Can I walk you home?" Cameron offered, I nodded and grabbed my backpack along with my cane. I told Cam my apartment number and we took our time walking there. I crossed arms with him so he could lead me to my apartment, in reality, I just wanted to wrap my arm around his, I wanted to linger in his presence longer than this. "Are we ever gonna talk again after this?" I asked seriously, which led to a long pause from Cameron, making my stomach churn. "I don't know, I'll try and talk to you as much as possible. If I don't, it's because I'm busy."

"Doing what?"

"You know what," He reminded, then I remember the smell of weed in his car. I probably smell like weed.

"Hm, okay," I replied shortly, our conversation was silent until we found my apartment. "You should probably go, I don't want Cooper to see you."

"What do you mean? Are you embarrassed by me?"

"What? Let's not jump to conclusions, you know I don't mean it like that."

"It's fine. I was just messing around," Cameron assured but his tone became more serious. He let go of my arm. "I'll see to you soon."

"Yeah, when do you wanna meet up?" I stalled but I could tell he knew that so I gave up trying to make him stay. "Nevermind, you wanna go, right? I'll talk to you later, Cameron."

"See ya later buddy," Cameron left. I stood outside listening to his departing footsteps before opening the door.

Two days later.

"Carson, wakey wakey, baby boy," Cooper shook me awake, I groaned and threw my pillow at him. "Ow, bastard," Cooper laughed and hit me with the pillow. "Seriously bro, get up."

"I will in a moment-"

"No, you won't, c'mon grumpy headass. I'll be waiting for you, okay?"

"Fine, I'll be out soon," I muttered, listening to Cooper chuckle and close the door. I sat up and cracked my back prior to standing up. It's been a while since the roof incident and Cameron still hasn't said anything. I want to talk to him but he said:

"I'll try and talk to you as much as possible. If I don't, it's because I'm busy."

And that sentence has been stuck in my head ever since. It's stopping me from talking to a guy I actually like. Do I like him? Do I really like him like that? Maybe.

I was too sad and lazy to shower so I just put on my clothes, walking out my room with my stuff as Cooper and Travis' laughter fills the living room. I walk into the kitchen, opening the cabinet and reaching for a Cliff bar. Once I retrieved the bar, I dragged myself to Cooper, tapping my cane impatiently. "Hey, lemme talk to my boyfriend, headass," Cooper demanded so I let them talk for a while until I asked Travis for the time. "Oh uhm- guys, it's 12:14."

"Cool, we were supposed to leave an hour ago," I said whilst eating my Cliff bar.

"What the fuck? Carson get your ass up, we gotta go," Cooper spoke rushed as I stood up calmly, saying goodbye to Travis as Cooper shoved me out the door and led me to the car. "I told you we should've left earlier."

"Shut the fuck up Carson or I spin your jaw," Cooper threatened, starting the car and driving off, the car screeching as Cooper spun out the parking lot. "Jesus Cooper, calm down."

"No."

"Listen, I think I have a crush, Coop."

"Huh? Seriously, what's his name?"

"Cameron, I don't know if he's gay or straight though."

"Sounds gay if you ask me. Is he gonna be like Racc?"

"Oh, awesome. I'm glad we're talking about Racc now," I pointed out, rolling my eyes.

"Hey, it's just a question. We both remember Racc."

"And I'd rather forget him, moving on," I sighed, leaning against the car door.

"Fine, I'll just leave it at that. We're here," Cooper mentioned, stopping the car. I squeezed my cane, I knew that once Cooper said Racc that he isn't leaving my mind. "Alright, I'll talk to you later."

"I'm sorry, okay? About him, just go to class."

"I will," I said as I hopped out the car and shut the door, walking away and listening to his car zoom away.

"Carson, sup dude," Jschlatt greeted me, he sounded happy.

"Hey, Schlatt. You remember Racc, right?"

"Oh, yeah. Do you really wanna talk about this? What about Cameron, how's shit going with him, eh?" Jason changed the subject, I expected him to do that. So I told him about Cameron as we walked to our second class since I missed the first one; I told him how calm and nice Cam is, how he's been involved in some heavy stuff but I knew he'd be fine, how sweet he is and how genuine this guy is. "I stopped talking with him though, it's been two days," I added, walking into my classroom with Schlatt.

"You are so gay, aren't you?"

"I am so gay it worries me sometimes," I laughed and so did he, leaving class to go to a different one. The school found he'd been ditching different classes so now if he doesn't show up to his actual classes, he's potentially screwed. So, I sat down and thought about Racc.

Racc was my first partner, he was a nice guy. We met last year and dated for almost two years until he became distant and broke up with me for seeing another guy behind my back. It's still hard for me to get over him, we broke up a couple of months ago and I could feel him telling me to move on. It's what he told me to do when he broke up with me. I could hear him whisper it just the way he told me.

"Please, move on. I want you to be happy but you won't be happy if you don't let go."

I still haven't let go. "Hey," A sweet tone whispered beside me, I looked around until they tapped my right shoulder. I look to my right and they giggled. "Hi, you're Carson, right?"

"Y-Yeah, why?"

"I'm Toby, I'm sure Cam's told you about me," She mentioned, I remember him telling me about her. "Yeah, he has. Is he okay?"

"That's exactly-" The teacher shushed us before continuing her lesson. "That's exactly what I wanted to tell you, he's okay. But Swagger's keeping him busy for some reason, Swags still thinks Cam's apart of whatever Swagger has. Anyways, he misses you a lot, I'll help you talk to him again, don't worry. Okay?"

"Yeah, okay."

"Awesome, it was nice meeting you but I don't sit here so I gotta dip, bye!" Toby said quickly, she ran to the back of the room, her chair squeaked a bit as well. I sighed and let my brain process what was happening.

Who's Swagger?

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salted-barbed-wire · 5 years

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The Devil May Care

Chapter Five

Summary: “As visions of doomsday danced in her head...” Word Count:1456

Prelude Chapter One. Chapter Two. Chapter Three. Chapter Four.

666: Any word yet?

I smiled at my phone, it was near 1am and I had been up reading on my laptop. I was googling Irish folklore. Trying to see if there was any connection or scrap of truth to what these two heathens were telling me.

J: New phone who dis?

I laughed out loud to myself. Of course, I didn’t save his number in my phone. It was obvious who it was by the ridiculous phone number. I knew it would get a rise of out him regardless.

666: Really, love? You don’t know who this is?

He bought it.

J: Uncle Leo?

666: I absolutely despise Seinfeld references.

I nearly died laughing.

J: I’m surprised you understood it. I would think the Devil would be too busy to take the time to understand pop culture.

666: It’s important to know how to lure unsuspecting victims to their doom.

J: You sound like a villain twisting his mustache.

666: I could be. I could be here twisting my mustache, thinking of ways to keep you in my clutches after this is all said and done.

J: NO MORE CONTRACTS

666: Perhaps. Perhaps you should actually save my number, just in case you ever need anything. I will be owing you a favor once we’ve completed our work.

J: What should I save it as? Aleister, the Devil, King of Hell?

666: Yes.

I giggled lightly, Dork.

666: I heard that.

J: Goodnight my king :)

666: …. I’d like to hear that out loud some time.

My heart raced as I set my phone down on my night stand, shut my lap top and snuggled under my duvet. Flirting with the devil. What would your mother say? I licked my lips, trying to force my grin away as I lay under my covers. I’ll change his name and ringtone in the morning.

My eyes shot open in panic. My vision was blurry, and it was hard to focus on anything. I coughed, unable to breathe the air around me. I blinked snow out of my face.

No, not snow.

Ash.

All around me was a wasteland covered with white ash. There was an orange glow in the sky that seemed to be the sun trying to shine through the thick clouds above me.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” a familiar Irish accent surrounded me.

I turned to see Finn, eyes black, wearing a button down that was left open. In the middle of his chest, a large strange scar.

“What is this?” I asked him.

“Our kingdom, my love.” His mouth revealed teeth sharpened to a point. “I am rebuilding it all for you.”

“Finn, this isn’t right.” I ran to him, putting my hands on his shoulders. “Balor has control of you. Please, if you’re still in there, you need to pull through.”

“You have it wrong, princess. I’m not just a vessel. I am Balor.”

He raised a hand and my body was thrown onto a stone slab and binds came all around me.

“Now, let’s talk about your boyfriend.”

“My who?”

He pulled a knife from his belt, it looked like a jaw bone sharpened to a dangerous point. “Don’t play with me princess. This is my reality. It will soon be your world too. One that you will rule over, by my side, of course.”

“This isn’t real. It can’t be.”

Balor slammed his hands, one still holding the knife, on either side of my head. “Oh, it’s real. And it’s going to be a lot of fun.” He leaned closer down to my face, letting his tongue lick the side of it.

I whimpered and the demon laughed. He stood upright, holding the knife to my throat. “Now, Princess, tell me about your Devil…”

I gasped when I woke. Felix had jumped on my chest, pulling me from my nightmare. I looked down at green eyes in front of my face. “Holy crap,” I whispered before hugging Felix.

My phone rang causing me to jump again. I wanted to answer, but I needed to vomit first. I rushed off to the bathroom, nerves rattled where I proceeded to get sick. My phone did not stop ringing.

After getting annoyed with the same tone ringing and ringing, I rushed into my bedroom to stop the noise. Felix sitting on my bed, silently watching me.

“Hello?” I answered without even bothering to check the ID.

“Jackie!”

My stomach dropped. “Hi Finn.”

“Hey, are you okay? You sound like you just woke up.”

“Oh, yeah, what time is it?” I said looking for my alarm clock which had disappeared.

“It’s eight, I’m sorry if I woke you.” He sounded sincere.

I shook my head, confused, I don’t usually sleep this late.“No it’s okay. I’ve got to head to work soon anyway. I needed to get up.”

“Sorry I was blowing up your phone, I just-, well, I couldn’t really get you out of my head last night-“

You have no idea.

“and I was wondering if you’d be interested in having dinner with me tonight.?”

My dream flashed behind my eyes, “I- I’d love to.”

“Awesome! I can pick you up at six then?”

“Yeah that sounds great, Finn. I’ll see you then.”

I could hear his smile through the phone, “See you tonight!”

I ended the call and leaned against my dresser, debating on whether or not I need to get sick again.

“Meow?” Felix turned his attention towards my hallway.

The smell of coffee and bacon called from the kitchen. I watched as he leaped off the bed and padded to the front of my apartment.

“What the hell?” I muttered, following him.

“Good morning, snopeje.” Aleister stood holding one of my mugs filled with coffee. “You look like you need a cup.”

I did my best to pick my jaw off the floor, “Aleister, how long have you been here?”

“Not long. I heard you had a phone call.”

“So, are you going to just start letting yourself in whenever you want?”

“Pretty much,” he shrugged.

I closed my eyes and pinched my nose. “God.”

“Not even close, love,” Aleister stepped closer. “Felix tells me you were quite noisy in your sleep again. Another dream about me?”

I opened my eyes to see a shit eating grin plastered on his face. I glared back at it.

“Hmm,” Aleister’s grin remained, but something else hinted in his gaze. “So, is that a no?”

I snatched the mug out of his hands, “No, I wasn’t dreaming of you. Nor will I, ever again. It was a one-time thing.” I plopped down on the couch and sipped at the hot liquid in front of me.

Aleister walked over and sat down across from me gingerly on my coffee table. He held a plate of eggs, bacon and toast in his hand. “What was it then?”

“Why are you making me breakfast?”

“Because I grow weary of watching you eat a pop-tart for breakfast every morning. Now, what was your dream about?”

I took the plate from him. My stomach was growling from the smell. “It was about Balor.” I nibbled on the end of bacon, definitely better than the usual pop-tart. “He took me to some world, maybe this one, only it was like doomsday had just happened. He looked… terrifying. He was getting ready to torture me, asking about you, promising me a seat next to him on the throne.”

Aleister’s facial expression was flat, as if he was waiting for more.

“He held a knife to me, but Felix jumped on me before anything else happened.” I set my bacon down. “There’s no way any of that was real, right?”

Aleister’s tongue played with his lip piercing. “Eat your eggs. We have a long day ahead of us. You have work and a date to prepare for. I have some spell books to read up on.” He stood and started to leave.

“Wait!” I grabbed his hand. “Are we trapping him tonight?”

He took my hand in his, “Unfortunately, snojepe, we have to wait for all hallows at the end of the month to do that. When the veil between this world and my world is at its thinnest. For now, gain his trust. I will figure out what to do about those nightmares.” He kissed my hand, the shock of the coolness from him would always be overwhelming. “Call me when you are off work, I have an outfit for you. See you later.”

A snap and he was gone again.

I looked at Felix who was left staring where Aleister had disappeared. “You’ll wake me up if I start dreaming about him too, right?”

I swore Felix winked at me, before he stalked off towards his water dish in the kitchen.

Traitor.

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allthings-fantasy · 5 years

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See You Again - Part 9

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1670

Warning: language, blood, violence

Authors Notes: Here’s part nine guys! Shit really hittin’ the fan now.

Part 8 Other Parts

“You kissed him?” Jason practically screeched from across the kitchen, dropping the coffee creamer back to the counter. “What did I tell you not to do?”

Your shoulders shrugged as you leaned against the island, giving him a sheepish glance. “In my defense, I also stopped him from kissing me.” One of your eyebrows raise and your head tilted.

Addison stopped her coloring at the counter to let out a small giggle. “Ew, Y/N has cooties!”

Jason’s eyes widened before enthusiastically nodding. “Yes she does! Gross cooties from a jerk.” His nose scrunched up as he addressed his daughter, making her laugh harder.

You knew you should’ve left that one detail out of your story, but Jason would’ve detected that you were hiding something. That’s why he asked to see you in person to talk and not just over the phone. After you practically left Dean in the dust at the restaurant, you headed straight home. You just felt like being alone, no Jas breathing down your neck trying to figure out what happened.

It wasn’t a bad kiss, not by any means, but it was bad that it happened. Dean Winchester was a man of your past and you had every intention of keeping him there, in the past. But those damn green eyes and soft lips had little crumbs of your walls falling down. That was when you came to the decision that there was no more Team Dean. You couldn’t do that to yourself again.

Glancing at your watch, you sighed at the time. “Alright, if you two are done with your teasing some of us have to go to work!” You grumbled and grabbed your tote from the ground.

Jason scoffed and took a big swig of his coffee, “Not my fault you didn’t take the job at my firm, you could work from home every day and spend more time with this little munchkin.” He ruffled Addison’s locks and gave you a knowall glance.

Rolling your eyes, you walked over and gave Addi a kiss on the forehead before giving Jason’s cheek the same treatment. “I really have to go. I’ll text you on my break.”

This was the one shift you were dreading all week. You normally worked four, ten hour days and had a three day weekend. Although this week there was mandatory overtime, leaving you with a lovely thirteen hour shift. An extra three hours doesn’t seem so bad until it has you getting home at 1am.

Thankfully, it was a pretty busy day up until the last two hours. Patients were dwindling and there weren’t too many over-nighters. “Alright, Y/N. It’s time for me to head home, think you can man the station for a while?” Sherry winked at you before tossing her hair into a messy bun with a huff.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. You head home.” You gave her a soft smile and bid her a goodnight before turning back to the files on the nurse station in front of you. By the time your shift was over, your eyes were begging to close and your feet were aching to feel some carpet.

You packed up your work bag and tossed it over your shoulder before heading out of the break-room and out towards the lobby. The parking lot was dark, aside from a few lamp posts that lit the entrance. A light fog hung in the air that almost seemed too heavy for your lungs to handle. Of course you had to park your car in the back of the lot.

Footsteps in a parking lot were not something to be concerned about. But something about these specific ones had the hair on the back of your neck standing. Maybe it was the fact that they fell in perfect pace with yours, or maybe because they were walking directly behind you. There was only one car parked beside yours and it was Carey’s, who had just started her shift.

Walking past a vehicle, you casted a sideways glance in the window and caught a glimpse at the person looming in your shadow. Something in your gut told you to run, to not turn around and figure out what this man’s problem is.

You could feel your heartbeat begin to pick up, an uneasy thudding in your chest that had blood rushing to your ears. Looking up, you realized how close you were to your car. All you had to do was get to your vehicle and you’ll be in the clear.

Reaching for your keys in your bag, you realized the steps behind you were no longer there. Slowing your pace slightly, you swiveled your neck to look behind you. Nothing. It was almost as if they were never there. Your brows furrowed for a moment, but you quickly shook your head and muttered to yourself. “Fucking losing it…”

Turning your attention back to the original direction, a heavy thud was shoved against your back. The wind was knocked from your lungs as you tumbled forward, landing face first on the concrete. A groan left your mouth as you felt a trail of blood begin to trickle from your nose.

Taking a second to gather your bearings, you slowly began to roll onto your side. Your eyes focused just in time to see a leather boot come in your direction. A solid kick landed on your ribs with such a force that knocked you onto your back. Your head was spinning and it felt as if your torso was going to be covered in bruises along with a few cracked ribs.

Blinking your vision into focus, you peered up at the man standing at your side. “Who are you?” You croaked, cringing as the taste of blood began to filter past your lips and drip onto your tongue.

A melodic chuckle rang out from above you and he slowly squatted down beside your head. “I’m the one your friends, the Winchester’s, are looking for.” The vampire’s smile grew as your eyes widened. “Don’t be scared, little one. I’m not going to kill you.”

Your nose wrinkled in disgust as one of his cool fingers trailed over your cheek to your neck. “What do you want from me?” It hurt to breathe, your chest felt too heavy and his touch alone made you want to throw up.

Deep dark eyes twinkled at you and his lips twisted into a sick smirk. “I want you to be my little messenger.” His fingers traveled along the length of your collarbone before wrapping tightly around your neck. Your back arched off the ground as your air supply was suddenly cut off. You clawed at his wrists, trying to get any kind of relief you could manage.

His thumb pushed your jaw until you head was tilted back, neck completely exposed to him. A sharp burn shot through the side of your neck that had your mouth opening in a silent scream. Your body thrashed, fighting against the monster on top of you with what little strength you had left. He pulled away with a satisfied moan, your blood smeared over his lips and chin. “Tell them to stop looking for me, or the next time I won’t stop.” He squeezed your neck one more time before disappearing in a blink.

You don’t know how long you laid there, trying to gather the energy to stand back up. You were able to get onto your knees with a whimper and a grimace. It took another two minutes until you were able to stand up fully. Your bag was drug along the ground, your ribs in too much pain to try and lift it. Another twenty feet and you were at your driver’s door.

There was no way you were going to make it the whole way to your house and you were too scared to be alone. Jason lived right down the road and was your only option left. You kept your left hand pressed against your neck to keep the bleeding at a minimum. It was making your dizzy and you could feel your eyes threatening to droop.

The seven minute drive to Jason’s turned into fifteen and it seemed to last even longer. By the time his house came into sight, your body was starting to turn limp and the edges of you vision were turning black. You only managed to get the front two tires in the driveway before you had to stop. Your hand dropped from the wheel and shoved the car into park.

Your breathing was shallow and you couldn’t tell what hurt more, your neck or your ribs. There was a light still on in the living room and you prayed that he was still awake. A grunt left your lips as your pushed against the horn as hard as you could, the loud horn making you flinch.

The curtains of his window began to rustle and you faintly saw his silhouette before he was gone. A moment later, the front door was slammed open and your head rolled to the one side before your eyes slowly blinked shut.

The sound of your car door opening had your eyes peeking open. “Y/N?!” Jason’s frantic voice met your ears. “Baby what the fuck happened?!” He leaned inside and carefully pulled your hand away from your neck, a string of profanities falling from his lips. “Okay, okay we gotta go to the hospital, right now!”

“No!” You lurched, the sudden movement made you cough hard, your ribs screamed at the sudden movement. “Call Dean…” You couldn’t open your eyes anymore, you were just so tired. If you just slept you know you would feel better.

“What?! No! You need an ambulance!”

You grunted and shook your head. “You don’t understand, just… call him. He’ll fix this.... Please, Jas.” There wasn’t much after that that you remember, you’re not even sure how much longer you stayed conscious. But the darkness that met you was comforting and for the first time that evening you finally felt okay.

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onlyjihoons · 6 years

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friends; p.j.h

synopsis: you’ve had a crush on jihoon for the longest time, but does he like you back?

warnings: rip jihoon

genre:angst,, slight fluff

word count:2107

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a/n; special shout-out to @spread-our-wings and @xiupch and my friend for digging me out of the writers’ block hole

listen to: Egoist(Olivia Hye)(Feat Jinsoul); LOOΠΔ

“I didn’t come along to drink,” You sighed, as your friend, Jihoon dragged you by your wrist as he handed you a red solo cup, “I thought I was just here to help you chase those girls away.”

“Yeah, we gotta drink to make it real.” Jihoon nudges you, “Right, babe?”

You rolled your eyes, as you gripped the cup tightly, contents slightly spilling out. You hated how tightly Jihoon has you wrapped around his finger, how his sinful smile could win you over instantly. No doubt, Jihoon has tons of girls willing to throw themselves at him, with the face of his, pale, smooth, flawless. Even though he had had a peculiar sense of fashion, people would still compliment him. Because his face always makes up for it.

And you? He’s your crush.

You definitely weren’t prepared to be mentally attacked every single breathing second you are with him, but you just liked his presence. Something calming, sometimes sending your heart racing. He was a nice friend, listening to all of your rants, going home together after a long day at school. The both of you shared classes, and sometimes studying together if he wasn’t with his buddies. Before you knew it, you were falling deeper and deeper for Jihoon, and you hated yourself so much for letting yourself fall into the unknown abyss of feelings.

You confessed to Jihoon once, but he told you he wanted to focus on his studies before the big national exam. Now, it was already a week after the exams. And he has yet to get back to you with a reply. Instead, he asks you to come along to some frat’s party downtown. He didn’t want the girls, he just wanted to have a good time on the dance floor without being hit on.

So there you were, sitting at the bar, alone, with untouched alcohol in your hand, staring into blank space. You wanted to keep yourself sober in order to bring the drunk Jihoon home, but your thoughts got the better of you as you bit on the rim of the solo cup.

“You’ll actually faint if you down all of that at once,” You heard a voice, as you whipped your head to the voice. The boy, who was decked in a black-and-white checkered flannel, with a white muscle tee underneath and light washed jeans to match. He had a pair of old skool vans on his feet, and didn’t seem to give off the snobbish aura most fratboys had. He seemed humble, honey-bronze skin complimenting his doe-like eyes. He was attractive, but not really your type. For now.

You set down your cup on the bar table, “I doubt they actually serve plain water. I don’t think I can drink anything else.”

The boy hands you a can of cola, as you eyed him suspiciously, “You didn’t spike it, right?”

The boy throws his head back in laughter, “I’m the owner of this house, and it’s unopened. You can lodge a police report against me if you ever get drugged by this.”

Weirdly, you trusted the stranger- who later introduced himself as Lucas, and you enjoyed talking to him about anything. From school to friends, the both of you seemed to click well. Your conversation with Lucas was then cut short by an adrenaline- pumped Jihoon, who staggered to your seat at the bar.

Lucas took it as his cue to leave, as Jihoon stumbled into your arms, “It was so fun! Why didn’t you join me? It would’ve been fun…”

“Jihoon, I’m tired. Can we get back home?” You swung your legs away from the bar, hopping down from the stool. Jihoon nodded, as the both of you exited the party. It was 1am in the morning, but the night in the house was still young and club music could still be heard miles away from the house.

The both of you sat in silence as Jihoon drove, not knowing what to say anything to each other. You stared out of the window, admiring the city lights as you passed them.

“Y/N, I’ll stop by the gas station for a while. The car is out of gas.” Jihoon says, as he drove into a gas station.

You nodded silently, as you watched Jihoon get out of the car to fill the car with petrol. You leaned against the window, re-thinking Lucas’ words earlier at the party.

“Your crush doesn’t acknowledge your confession, yet treating you more than friends?” Lucas frowned, taking a sip of water from his Evian bottle.

“Yeah, I’m just, confused. I don’t know whether to give him up or continue being what we are.” You sighed, opening the can of cola.

“Well, in my opinion,” Lucas leaned against the bar table, “He’s just keeping you close, like a second option. But he might not want you as a girlfriend. You get what I’m saying?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ve told you my thoughts, ultimately, it’s your choice.” Lucas shrugged, “I don’t think it’s worth sticking by someone who doesn’t feel the same way.”

You shook your head humorlessly, letting the carbonated drink slide down your throat.

“He must be very good looking,” Lucas snickered, looking around, “for you to stay with him.”

You looked at Jihoon, who was busy filling up the car with petrol. His glassy eyes remained focused, despite feeling your gaze on him. He smirks to himself, chewing on the gum in his mouth.

You glanced at Jihoon, his usual playful demeanour was not displayed on his face like how it was whenever you’re with him. Did he notice you staring at him? You then realised he knew what you were doing, and he really was, toying with your feelings like how Lucas warned you. Your heart was shattered, but not quite, as you were already prepared for the worst. You stared at your feet blankly, then at your made up face at the reflection, thinking why you did all of this for someone that didn’t cast a thought at how you were feeling.

You were shook out of your thoughts, as Jihoon opened the car door, car sinking at his weight.

“Sorry, the petrol’s flowing really slowly…” Jihoon apologised as he started the car.

“No… It’s fine.” You replied grimly, as worry washes over Jihoon’s face instantly.

“Y/N… Are you okay?” Jihoon asks, placing a hand on your arm, “You seem… off.”

“It’s just…” You shook your head, “I don’t know, Jihoon, do you consider me as a friend?”

“Of course I do,” You could sense Jihoon lying through his teeth, as the tips of his ears turned deep amber, “And maybe something more…”

Jihoon closed the space between the both of you, your cynical self subconsciously leaning in, faces centimetres away from each other.

Just as Jihoon’s lips ghosted right above yours, you pushed him away, breathing heavily, “No, Jihoon, we can’t do this.”

“What? Why?” Jihoon looked slightly offended, frowning, “I like you, and you like me…”

“No… I’m not… ready.” You excused yourself, “Just drive me home, Jihoon. I’m really really exhausted.”

Jihoon questioned you no further, driving away from the petrol station.

The both of you sat in awkward silence, only the noise from the ignition of Jihoon’s car filling the awkward air. You dare not take a glance at Jihoon, whose face was always unreadable.

The passing city lights slightly comforting you, gently lulling you to sleep.

“Y/N,” Jihoon called you, “Y/N?”

You slowly woke up to the noise, blurry vision clearing as you saw Jihoon’s face inches away from yours.

“We’ve reached.” Jihoon smiles as he unbuckles your seatbelt, “Did you rest well?”

You were not used to seeing this side of Jihoon, slightly frowning, “Uh, yea.”

“So… I’ll see you later?” Jihoon tilts his head, leaning back into his seat.

“Later…?” The frown knitted more, “When…”

“It’s 2am now,” Jihoon giggled, “2pm. Our study date.”

You cursed silently to yourself, why did you even want to see Jihoon even after seeing him a few hours before? You must be pretty damn desperate then, asking him out right after a party.

“Oh, right.” You smiled sheepishly, “See you later, Jihoon.”

“Rest well!” Jihoon waves as he sees you exit the car, watching you as you retraced the steps back home.

You watched Jihoon drive off as he saw you enter your home, white smoke emitting from the exhaust, dissipating into the air like your thoughts about everything that just occurred to you in the span of one night.

You sighed as you sat down on your bed, shaking your head as nothing seemed to go right whenever you thought about it. You got up, making your way to the kitchen to grab a bag of chips, your favourite honey dijon chips from Kettle. You chomped on the chip angrily, swallowing hard. Why must Jihoon be so annoyingly handsome that renders your mind completely useless? Why did he have to do those things to your weak heart?

Thousands of questions filled your mind as you continue to finish the bag of your favourite chips faster than you can come to answers to your mindless questions.

You let the questions take over your mind, stirring for the next hour as you showered and blow-dried your hair. Eventually, with exhaustion taking over, you fell into a dreamless sleep.

You definitely wasn’t expecting Jihoon to arrive at your home, just as you were about to leave.

“What are you doing here?” You probed, clutching onto your laptop tightly.

“I came to pick you up, so we can go to the cafe together.” Jihoon sends you another of his heart-stopping smiles, which sent your heart beating wildly.

“But we literally saw each other like, hours ago…” You mumbled, as you locked the door.

On the way to the cafe, it wasn’t as awkward as you expected, Jihoon being more spontaneous in his conversations than usual, giving you more of his smiles as well. He became more cheerful, more energetic. It make you wonder how someone could survive on 6 hours of sleep when he partied just mere hours ago. Was he on steroids? Or did he overdose on some redbull?

You decided to shake off the rest of your thoughts and go along with it, ultimately focusing on your work.

Or so you thought, with Jihoon’s gazed fixated on you, you had a hard time concentrating on your work.

“Quit staring at me,” You mumbled, eyes still on your laptop screen, “I’m trying to concentrate.”

“What? Are you flustered?” Jihoon winks.

“No, its just annoying to have someone staring at me when I’m trying to concentrate.” You replied curtly.

“Wow, that hurt,” Jihoon clutches his heart, “Since when were you so straightforward?”

You didn’t respond. You made up your mind today that you wanted to cut Jihoon out, completely. You didn’t want to be led on any longer, thinking back at Lucas’ words earlier at the party.

I don’t think it’s worth sticking by someone who doesn’t feel the same way.

“Look, Jihoon, I don’t like that you keep toying with me.” You fumed, “I’m not an accessory you can keep. Friends don’t do that.”

Jihoon was stunned, “Y/N… I would never—“

“Yes you would!” You raised your voice, a couple of customers looking your way already, “You already did anyway. I hate that I am still friends with you despite all these. I was oblivious. Stupid. Under your grasp. I don’t want it anymore.”

Jihoon held your hands, looking straight into your eyes, “I’m sorry if i gave off the wrong vibe to you, Y/N, but my feelings are really genuine.”

You could feel your friend’s gaze on you, it was all lies.

“Nonsense.” You shook your hand off, “Prove it then.”

Jihoon leans in, pressing his lips firmly onto yours. You wished you could continue on this ecstasy, but it wasn’t right. You could feel that he wanted to leave his lips on yours more, but you pushed him away, not liking how Jihoon could have his way all the time.

“Call this friendship done, Jihoon.” You packed your stuff, tears stinging your eyes, “Don’t pretend to like me when you don’t.”

Jihoon eyed you warily, biting his lips. He had so much he wanted to say, but no words came out.

Before you left the cafe, you eyed your ex-friend one last time, before the tinkle of the bells resonated through the cafe.

Jihoon buried his face in his hands, tears spilling out. He took out his phone, texting his friend, Woojin.

Woojin, I lost her.

I miss her.

#wanna one scenarios #park jihoon scenarios #wanna one #park jihoon #neweraboygroups

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ritebeforeyoureyes · 6 years

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Queen

Yay, more procrastination from me! (cries internally)

Masterlist – Plot: Tom’s post of Zendaya on Instagram.

Queen (One-Shot)

Tom loved supporting those he loved – it was why he was up at 1am, British time, awaiting his girlfriend to walk the MET Gala red carpet.

“I think our live streams a bit off.” Harrison commented as he scrolled through his Twitter feed. People were already tweeting memes about outfits they had only seen seconds prior.

“We haven’t missed her, have we?” Tom asked his best friend, his eyes immediately falling to the phone in his hands. Haz and Tess were sat beside him, both of them sleepy eyed and yet simulatenously intrigued by the opulence of the event.

“I don’t think so.“ Just to be sure, Haz decided to creep onto the Zendaya hashtag on Twitter. He scrolled past a few tweets before his eyes bulged open and the phone fell to his lap with a distinguishably audible sound. “What the-“

“Did we miss her?” Tom yelped a little too loudly and Tessa let out one of her own. “Let me see-“

“Nah, bro-“ Haz snatched his phone away from Tom’s reach before he could see exactly what he had been looking at.

The truth was, Zendaya hadn’t walked the red carpet yet. But, the thing that had Haz so shaken up was a rather mean – no, repulsive – set of tweets that had been directed at Zendaya. Despite being the fun loving and caring woman that she was, it had only taken a few mere words for people to undermine her character based on some superficial beliefs. There were unimaginably sinful comments about her race, the way she looked, her and Tom’s relationship. There were death threats … Harrison didn’t understand how somebody had the audacity to tell her to go and slit her throat from behind a computer screen. It was hurtful and uncalled for and after knowing Tom his whole life, Haz knew Tom wasn’t going to react well to seeing such levels of hate directed at the woman he loved.

“What is up with you, man?” Tom forcefully grabbed at Haz’s phone. His eyes scanned over the tweets before a sudden anger fizzled within him. His hands grew clammy and unknowingly, his fists began to clench and unclench. “What the fuck is this?” Tom picked up on some tweets in particular, his and Zendaya’s relationship critiqued and belittled based on their height difference, their colour of skin, their talent.

Tom was always someone who saw the best in people. He liked putting smiles on people’s face; making the world better, one person at a time. But, this, not even he could overlook. Some of the comments made to his Zendaya were utterly disgusting; words he wouldn’t even dare to think about, let alone make known so publicly. It hurt even more knowing that Zendaya was receiving some of this hate because of him.

“People are just messed up.” Haz took the phone back off him; preventing him from further scrolling through Zendaya’s mentions. “You just gotta ignore it-“

“Somebody told her to go kill herself! I can’t just ignore that.” MET Gala forgotten, Tom ran a frustrated hand through his tousled hair. “You know how obsessive she is about interacting with her fans, she’s probably seen that-“

Zendaya loved being able to speak to her fans and Twitter was the easiest way to make that possible. Whenever she had the time, she never hesitated to like and retweet the hilarious tweets mocking her Rocky Blue past or praising her courageous present. She loved seeing women of all shapes and sizes rocking her clothes and embracing their personalities. It made her proud of what she was doing. Her fans were her drive. But with all that good, came the bad. Zendaya was only human. And sometimes, the bad, really got to her. A remark about her weight or her height had Zendaya doubting herself. She’d think twice before stepping out in a baggy pair of sweats or question Law when he wanted to put her in six-inch heels.

Tom sighed heavily, his eyes closing momentarily. He hated that he and Zendaya had to do this whole long-distance shit. He knew their careers came first, but at times like these, he really wished he could just hug her; tell her how beautiful she is, tell her that she has a kind heart, a gracious smile … a banging body. Zendaya was a woman who thrived on verbal reassurance and Tom loved showering her in affection whenever he could, but especially at times when he knew she was probably feeling a little self-conscious.

“You can call her once she’s off the carpet, okay?” Haz tried to reassure his best mate. “But you getting angry isn’t going to help anything.”

Tom nodded reluctantly and tried to let Tessa’s playful cuddliness distract him from the horror he had seen on Twitter. And, strangely enough, it worked. Haz would make a comment about an atrocious outfit whilst Tessa would lick the side of his arm and for a moment, Tom forgot. He chewed at flavourless popcorn and sipped from his beer; his excitement about seeing Zendaya slay the red carpet returning.

“And, here we have …” Giuliana Rancic’s voice dragged as the screen panned from the studio back to the red carpet. “Zendaya.” Tom’s head snapped upwards and the grin that coasted across his features was inevitable. Tessa was howling in the background, but all Tom could focus on was her.

“Wow.” The E! Entertainment commentators were voicing Tom’s opinions about how beautiful Zendaya looked. She was a fashion vision - sexy and daring. Her hair was a soft tinge of red, a homage to both Joan of Arc and Mary Jane Watson. But the outfit … the outfit made her look like the person she was – a fighter. The armour was accurate because Zendaya was a warrior; a woman of colour who not only fought sexism and racism but colourism too.

“Damn son.” Haz clapped Tom on his shoulder in that typical laddish way, Tom smirking in response because she was his. He got to call that long-legged, kind, honest, stunning human his. All Twitter hate aside, Tom felt pride swarm through every fibre of his being and he couldn’t help himself … “Tommy, what are you doing?”

As shots moved to the next A-list celebrity walking the carpet, Tom was readily on his phone and scanning the HD pictures that were being released of Zendaya’s whole look. The smile on his face was imprinted and goofily big as he saved every one of them, mentally picking his favourites. He knew his next move was going to be bold and questionable to many of the antis out there, but Tom couldn’t care any less. He was proud and awestruck of his girlfriend and he was going to let the world know.

“Shutting these haters up.” Harrison just watched Tom curiously as he flicked through all the different angles of Zendaya on the red carpet before posting his favourite to Instagram with the caption – all hail the queen, killing it mate.

“She’s going to kill you, you know.” This time, it was Harrison’s turn to smirk … because there was nothing like the wrath of the all mighty Zendaya Maree Coleman.

“Hey!” Tom raised his arms up in surrender. “I added the mate in there for caution.”

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thedappleddragon · 3 years

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I woke up today from the LONGEST most INTRICATE dreams. one part was watching Steven universe’s whole life except he was a depressed tortoise who tried to aliven’t at some point. another part was me performing at Lucas Oil Stadium as part of an ice skating troupe instead of marching band (I've performed at LOS as part of my marching several times, it was amazing each and every time). I didnt know where I was supposed to stand or what I was supposed to do or where I even started, and people kept trying to wave me over to my dot. I turned to someone and said “I have no clue what I'm doing, but dont worry, the other Lauren knows.” referring to I guess real me? who was asleep and dreaming this whole scenario, and was therefore god? later that personification of me walked out onto the field and did a solo ice skating act what opened a portal to the dream dimension, which lead to my third dream. my dad was the god/king of this dimension and I was his heir to the throne. but then there was sone story about him being evil? or how the dream world was collapsing in on itself because of the o=portal and corrupting everything, and I had to time travel and become The First One to stop it all which meant I would be stuck in time forever and The First One was an ancient benevolent god or something. I think the whole thing worked out, I just remember waking up really amazing at how long the dreams felt. then I looked at my phone and it was 1 pm LMAO. I just kind of hung out thinking about what I should do with the day, and spent a few hours playing Stardew Valley. I just started fall and had to write out diagrams on my farm to know how many seeds to buy and stuff. I took a quick break because my computer’s fan was screaming at me, begging for me to stop. I thought to myself “eh I could eat” but then I looked at the clock and though “or I could wait a couple of hours and then make pasta” so I played Stardew until around a little before 6 I think and went out to the kitchen where my sister had brought out another frozen pan pasta meal. I had planed for the past like 3 hours that I was gonna make fettuccini with chicken but I made the other thing instead. we both snacked on salad and leftover Mac n cheese while I cooked it. it smelled wierd the whole time, but I think in retrospect it was just the spices and zucchini in it. when it was done it was too spicy for my tasted but I still ate about half and put the other half in the fridge. then my dad came home at about 7 after texting us that he wanted to take us out driving again. but first he spent some time preparing a white chicken chili that I really like. we drove to the mall hoping to buy him some new shoes (I was oddly tense driving, but he said when I did good at stops or turns which felt really nice :D) but the shoe store was closed, and Dicks’s only had really expensive spots shoes so we went to target instead. he got a couple pairs of shoes, my sister got a sweater on clearance and some gum, and I got a pair of socks and a mint/dark chocolate KitKat that was pretty good, but not the best mint/chocolate combo ive had. we stopped by home, dropped my sister off at her friend’s house, and came home for real. by then the chili was done and my dad and I ate some on opposite sides of the room until I went to my room to watch youtube and eat. I watched drawfee’s second life 2 livestream VOD and it had me crying laughing at times. I fuckin LOVE drawfee, I gotta get some merch soon. I also realized just how shit my laptop’s battery life is. it’ll go from 100% to about 10% in 2 hours, and that’s not even at constant use. maybe it’s because I have a fuckton of tabs, idk. I'll close them some day.... I feel like I should go to sleep since it’s 1am but 1) I usually dont fall asleep until after 2 and 2) that would mean I only had like a 12 hour day. I'm wondering if I should start slowly waking up earlier and earlier so I dont waste so much daylight? but then again what am I using daylight for anyway if I stay inside all day anyway. now I want to spend more time outside. but it’s cold and all my hobbies are indoor hobbies. what am I to do. idk. but I had this vision in my head earlier today of waking up early, making French toast, and drizzling it in golden syrup. contrary to popular belief, I kind of like the morning. there’s something so heartwarming about telling other people good morning. it feels so special :) so intimate for NO REASON. I wish I had people to wish a good morning to. but for now, I guess a good night will suffice.

edit: ok update I was scrolling through Tumblr when my sister texted me asking to sneak out and pick her up from her friend’s house at 2 am so of course I snuck into the garage to take my dad’s keys and drove there and back. it made me realize how easy it would be to just LEAVE? theoretically. anyway now my hands are freezing so I guess ill wear my fursuit paws for a minute until they heat back up

#thanks for coming to my ted talk #January 2021 daily #2021 daily

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5hfanfiction · 6 years

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Head Over Heals For You

Ch. 2

She’s been back in LA for a day and a half and she hasn’t stopped moving. Ever since she touched down in LAX she’s been ushered to interviews, writing music, and recording. So, she’s running off 3 hours of sleep right now and can’t wait for the big, comfy bed that awaits her at home. Lauren’s playing around with the music while she’s scrolling back and forth through Instagram and twitter. She comes across a post from a few hours ago that Dinah posted of her little sister. She plays the video smiling at how cute the girl and Dinah’s relationship is.

She met Dinah’s youngest sister, by accident, last month, when she was in New York for SZA’s album release party. She made her way to the younger woman’s apartment horny and a little tipsy, at 12am, lookin’ for “her friend” and left confused when instead of being met with Dinah’s lips and body pushing her back against the door, the door swung open revealing a wide-eyed child.

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“Dinah! There’s a famous person at your door! I think she’s lost!” Normani has to cover her ears at the high-pitched yell.

“Gina, what did I tell you about screaming, you little brat.” She hears a voice coming from down the hall. She’s still got her hands over her ears when the taller woman comes into view.

“Mani? What’re you doing here?” She asks confused. Her eyes are slightly wide, matching the little girl. Normani looks back down at the little girl, who’s looking back up at her, wide eyed and mouth hung open like she’s just seen an angel or something. Her little hand is wrapped around the door handle, her opposite arm posted up against the wall.

“Hi, I’m Regina Hansen. I’m your biggest fan.” Normani smiles at the younger version of Dinah but before she can say anything Dinah speaks.

“Gina, move out the way.” Dinah says pulling the small girl away from the entrance. Normani takes that as an invitation into the apartment, stepping in and off to the side. She subconsciously slips off her high heals, and leaves them by the door as she follows Dinah into the living room.

“Did you show up at the wrong apartment? Do you need directions?” The little Dinah asks struggling to look at her due to being hurled over Dinah’s tall shoulder.

“Gina, shut up. She’s here for me.” Dinah laughs throwing the girl roughly down on the couch.

“Ouch, I’m telling mom."

They’ve known each other for about a year now and Dinah’s never mentioned anything about having a sister. Normani just assumed the Polynesian was an only child living out here in New York City, alone.

"No, you’re not.” The little girl huffs and rolls her eyes.

“There’s no way that she came to see a loser like you, Dinah Jane. I gotta tell Mila this. Dinah, lemme use your phone.” Dinah’s sister says, jumping on the older siblings back.

“No, be good or I’m taking you back to the hotel and you can sleep in a bed with Sethy, Mila, Mom, and Dad.” Normani watches as Dinah pushes the little girl back onto the couch a small smile forming on her face at the cute scene.

“You ‘kay, Manz?” She didn’t notice the younger woman come up to her, but her soft hand is stroking her arm gently and Normani can’t help but look down at the goosebumps forming on her skin.

She smiles up at Dinah nodding her head in confirmation of her emotions.

“I just wanted to see you while I was here."

Dinah raises an eyebrow and smirks at the shorter woman suggestively. Her hand slides down to Normani’s waist.

"Oh? Did you?” Normani rolls her eyes, pushing her hands away.

“Stop, your sisters here.” She giggles.

“Yeah, Dinah. Stop, your sisters here." A cute, taunting voice chimes in from the couch.

"Shut up, brat.” The little girl sticks her tongue out causing Dinah to assault her with violent tickles, sending Regina into a fit of giggles and squeals.

“We’re watching The Lion King if you wanna watch with us.” Dinah says as she gets up to turn off the lights. A square pillow flies across the room at the older girl bouncing off the back of her head. Normani can’t help but laugh at the look on Dinah’s face when she turns around to look at her guilty sister.

“Don’t encourage her.” Dinah points at her.

“What? She’s cute.” She throws her hands up in defense.

“No, I’m cute.” She growls pressing play on the TV. Normani’s caught by surprise when Dinah snuggles up next to her on the couch and pulls her onto her lap. It’s not their first time cuddling and normally Normani is not usually nervous about this kind of affection, but it’s their first time cuddling in front of people. And with Dinah’s little sister laying on the floor in front of them she can’t help but wonder what this means.

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“Who’s that?” She hears Lauren ask as the video of Regina talking about Dinah pushing her off the “really, big” bed replays.

“Oh, it’s Dinah’s sister.” She replies switching her screen off and sliding her phone into her purse.

“She’s cute.” Lauren shrugs before going back to what she was doing.

“Sooo, when are you guys gonna become official?"

"No, Lauren.” She replies groaning, not wanting to have this question right now, “I don’t know."

"Well, sweetie. You’re either in love with her or getting the most bomb sex known to man.” Her best friend laughs making her roll her eyes.

“We are not talking about this."

"But Mani, you haven’t had sex with anyone but Dinah, since you’ve met Dinah."

"Not talking ‘bout this.” She laughs awkwardly checking the clock on the wall hanging over the door. It’s 1am and her 15-minute break is up. She takes a sip from her water bottle before making her way back into the booth to finish the rest of her song.

“Alright, Mani after this last take we’re done for the night. I gotta get home to my baby." They’ve already recorded two songs today, and she doesn’t have much of this one left, just the last verse. She hums in response to her producer, looks at Lauren nodding her head to signal that she’s ready and she begins singing.

This thing we got is crazy

Only thing I know is you’re my baby

She opens her eyes and smirks at the line she just sang allowing herself to get into the music. Lauren’s looking at her through the glass separating them with a smug smile that Normani can’t help but want to beat off her face.

Forever down, I am your lady

Always for sure, never a maybe

And yeah, maybe Lauren is right. She hasn’t had sex with anyone other than Dinah, but that’s only because no one makes her feel the same high as Dinah makes her feel. Sex with Dinah puts her on cloud 9 and she doesn’t ever want to come down.

Never met someone who spoke my language

Never met a nigga done with playin’

You the type of nigga make me lane switch

Hand me the brush and say, "paint it”

She’s only ever been in one “real” relationship that -to be honest, it can’t even be considered “real”. But it was definitely her first heartbreak.

They met at a summer camp for music when she was 15. A 2-month long competition that ends with the winner getting a record deal. He was 16 and a singer, as well; the first boy that spoke to Normani in the whole camp. The first boy that’s ever called her beautiful. Any cute boy addressing a girl as “beautiful” would be flattering to any awkward, shy 15-year-old girl, right?

They started out as friends, him being the only competitor she would talk to during that summer. He would sweet talk her and she imagined that her warm, sepia skin would flush a deep red hue. That was if she could blush. But, she doesn’t.

She thought she was in love with him, well at least she did after he told her he was falling for her, so she gave him everything she had. And when the summer was over and she had won the final competition in both dance and singing, Arin was fuming with jealousy, calling her names that she never thought that he would call her. It wasn’t until he had the whole summer camp believing that she slept with the teachers to win and calling her a slut did she really break down, coming to the realization that love itself did not exist. It’s just a delusion created by desperate people, like her, to feel wanted.

But Dinah makes her feel the way her momma has always told her she would feel, when she finds that special person. The way Normani was taught in the stories she used to tell her about meeting her dad, and the stories her grandma would tell her about being in love with her grandpa.

And no, she is not one to believe in fairy tales, but Dinah gives her those endless butterflies -that vision of a possible future. Like maybe she never truly knew what love is, and that, right now she’s falling from space at maximum velocity and nothing will catch her in time before she hits the ground hard. But she knows Dinah will be there to catch her. She knows, and she wants it more than anything. But she’s too scared to let it happen.

Give me your heart and I hold it

Show me your soul and I’ll mould it

Baby girl, you gotta be the dopest

Gotta be to fuck with the coldest

“Normani! Fuck, that was hot!” Lauren yells through the mic when she finishes the verse. She laughs at her friend, “yo that’s gonna be dope as fuck! But, I think it needs a feature.” She nods smiling and listening to Lauren’s reaction.

“And I’m thinkin’ Chance the Rapper…”

“You think so?” She questions softly into the microphone.

“Oh Hun, don’t question me. I know what I’m doin."

"Oh, and babe?” Lauren continues.

“Yes, Lo?"

"You’re in love.” Lauren lets out an obnoxiously loud cackle into the microphone. Normani doesn’t even have the energy to argue with her producer right now. She is not in love with Dinah, she’s just giving her the most bomb sex. But it’s late and she just wants to go home and sleep, so she keeps her mouth shut.

They’re packing their things up for the night, at two in the morning. Lauren’s all life and smiles probably due to the 2 espresso shots and the Trenta French vanilla Frappuccino she had from Starbucks, while Normani is half asleep.

“I’m taking you home. You’re not driving tired.” Normani smiles a smile of relief and thanks to her friend. She’s thankful that her house isn’t too far from the studio, so she doesn’t fall asleep in Lauren’s car on the ride there.

“Night, babe!” Lauren yells out the car window as Normani unlocks her door.

She manages to throw up two fingers at the woman before she drives off. She steps inside her house. Habitually slipping off her shoes and her pants before laying her ass right on the couch in her front room, and throwing the fluffy, gray throw blanket over her body for cover.

It’s Saturday afternoon, when she gets random call from Dinah. They haven’t spoken in the last two weeks; their only actual contact being through Instagram in which Dinah DM’s her hilariously dumb videos and she responds by liking them, or doing the same.

She puts her pencil down on top of the notepad that she writes song notes into and picks the phone up in her hand, letting it ring for a little while longer before she answers with a smile and a cheerful hello.

“Hey, beautiful.” The soft, sultry voice sends nerve impulses down her spine in a tingling sensation.

“You make me feel beautiful.” She leans back in her chair and puts her feet up on her desk.

“That’s because you are the most beautiful woman in the world.” Dinah chuckles. Normani rolls her eyes trying to force herself to ignore the pounding that she feels in her chest.

“Soo, what’s up?” She says, awkwardly changing the subject.

“Oh, nothing.” Dinah responds casually, “Just, ya know, casually driving around L.A.”

“Wait, what?” She says sitting back up, “Why?”

“Came to visit the fam.” Normani nods her head. She tugs her bottom lip between her teeth as she gets an idea.

“How long are you here?”

“Umm, a week and a half.” It sounds like her mouth is full of food and Normani feels her stomach grumble. She hasn’t eaten all day.

“Are you eating?” She questions, receiving a low hum in response.

“What are you doing?” She looks down at the scribbled words and lousy drawn stick figures in her notebook.

“Nothing.”

“Oh, cool. Can you open your front door for a second?”

“What, why?” She stands up and slides the sweats she took off an hour ago over her hips.

“Damn, you ask too many question. Just do it.” Dinah laughs and Normani makes her way to her front door.

“Okay, Jesus.” She laughs loudly. She opens the door to Dinah standing in her driveway, perched up on what Normani assumes to be her rental, with a giant bag of WingStop held up to cover her face.

“Will you, Queen Normani Kordei Hamilton, allow me the honor to eat chicken wings with you?”

“Come here, fool.” Dinah jumps off the car and runs to the entrance of Normani’s big house. She goes to step in but Normani steps in her way, blocking her from entering.

“What?” Dinah pouts. Normani reaches up on her toes and kisses Dinah’s lips.

“Now you can come in.” She turns around walking off towards the kitchen, swaying her hips a little more than usual.

“Stop staring at my ass.”

“I can’t help it, it’s there.” Dinah grins, “and it looks hot in my sweatpants.” She states referring to the baggy sweats Normani was wearing with her last name running down the pant leg. Seeing Normani wear her last name has got to be the most attractive thing to her, ever.

“How’d you even know where I live?” She goes straight to the bag of food Dinah set on the counter and takes out a box with the letter “N” on it, handing the “D” to Dinah who just puts her box back in the bag.

“I ate earlier, and I was munching on fries in the car.” She says, as if she were answering Normani’s unasked question.

“I asked Lauren, then she told me to bring you food because you probably haven’t eaten yet.”

“Of course.” Normani laughs, because leave it to Lauren to meddle in her life. She’ll have to thank her later, if it wasn’t for her she would’ve been starving.

“So, I can’t really stay long.” Dinah says as Normani’s got her mouth full of a hot wing,

“But, why?” She manages to say around her chicken.

“It’s a long drive to Santa Ana and it’s Seth’s 4th birthday tomorrow. And we’re having a party…”

She drags on like she has something else to say so Normani doesn’t respond. Instead, she patiently waits for the girl to continue while simultaneously munching on a fry.

“Would you like to come with me?” Her mind flashes dirty for a moment, because boy would she love to come with Dinah. But then she realizes that she was asking her to go to Santa Ana with her, to meet her family. The chicken she was gripping slips from her fingers.

“You serious?” She says looking for any trace of joking on Dinah’s features. Instead, she sees a flash of insecurity and as quickly as she saw it, it disappears.

“I mean, we’re friends, right?” Dinah uncharacteristically fidgets with her fingers slightly on top of the table. Normani’s eyeing her cautiously. Dinah hasn’t called them friends in a few months, usually just calling Normani, ‘hers’ or ‘her woman’. Even though she knows Dinah said that out of insecurity, it kind of hurts to hear her refer to them as friends.

“I mean if you’re busy it’s cool. I can just come see you before I leave.”

“Your family’s okay with this?” Dinah’s eyes meet hers, a look of hope in them.

“Yeah, my mom knows everything…” the look in Dinah’s eyes lets Normani know that her mom knows “everything, everything”. “And I’m sure my dad and my siblings will love you. You’ve already won over Gina.”

“Wait, your mom knows everything?” Dinah nods her head slowly, looking slightly guilty. “as in us everything?” Dinah nods slowly again. She doesn’t even know what “they” are, and she’s slightly intrigued at the thought of what Dinah could’ve possibly addressed them as to her mother.

“You told your mom we’re fucking?” She laughs.

“No, well I mean obviously she knows that.” Dinah say before looking seriously into Normani’s eyes. “I told my mom that I’m going to make you mine one day.” Normani’s breath hitches in her throat. Dinah has always been clear about her feelings for her, Normani knows that Dinah’s intentionally been saying things to make her feel some type of way and doing certain things during bed to make her head explode.

“Di- “she tries to breathe out.

“Look, you don’t have to say anything, but, I need you to know you are my woman, Mani.” Dinah leans over the table and cups her cheek with a soft hand, “that I want there to be an us. Not just sex.” She presses a quick kiss to her cheek and leans back in her seat.

“Okay.” She breathes out.

“Okay?” Dinah drags out.

“I have to be back in the studio Tuesday night.” A wide grin flows over Dinah’s face.

“I’ll have you back Tuesday afternoon.”

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#UPDATE #series #g!p #camren #norminah #romance fluff #submission #Head Over Heals For You

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accionott · 7 years

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Bonnie and Clyde

Originally posted on: Archive of Our Own under the pseud jeonsbbg Description: "Pfft, you're so nosy." "Can't I be nosy about the girl I plan on making mine?"

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“Goodbye, honey! Be safe out there!” Lana called out, watching you as you walked through the dark parking lot to get to your car.

“I will! Get home safe!” You replied to the librarian before climbing into your car and letting out a deep sigh. You’d been at the library until closing time thanks to a science project, and you hadn’t even noticed it was night until Lana told you she had to lock up. You smacked your cheeks lightly and began the car, pulling out of the lot and into the streets of the busy city. As you turned a corner, a memory pushed itself to the forefront of your mind as you spotted a familiar building.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You rushed out, quickly setting the pot down and shoving napkins into the man’s hands. You’d accidentally overfilled his coffee mug and the steaming liquid had run down the table and straight into his lap.

“How clumsy can you be!” The man let out, causing your heart to beat even faster. God, it was your first day on the job and you were going to be fired already. You opened your mouth to reply when you felt a hand on your shoulder. Turning your head, you found a boy your age looking at you sympathetically.

“Hey, Bonnie, how ya been? Can’t believe you came into work so soon after the surgery.” He said, the look in his eyes telling you to roll with it.

“I wasn’t going to at first, but how else am I supposed to get myself through med school?” You replied.

“Oh, I apologise for yelling! It’s fine, really, my anger just got the best of me.” The man suddenly said, wiping up the remains of the coffee from his pant leg before pressing $20 into your hand. “I hope you get better soon.” He said before leaving. A grin appeared on your face as you turned to the boy, bills gripped tightly in your hands.

“Hi, I’m Jeongguk.”

You snapped back to reality, thankful for the car blaring its horn at you for sitting at a green light for too long. You peeled off, wanting to get home and stop reliving the past you wished you hadn’t lived in the first place. As a distraction, you turned the radio on, successful in not remembering anything else until you got to the parking lot of the residence hall. You gathered all of your things and trudged to your dorm, opening the door and dropping everything on the couch.

“Aw, this is cute,” Jeongguk said with a laugh. “I live off-campus, so I never bothered to check out the dorms.”

“Cute my ass; living with three other people is a curse.” You replied, hanging your purse on a hook near the door and slipping your heels off. After a few dates, you’d decided this was the one where you showed him where you lived. The two of you had just gotten back from dinner celebrating your birthday when you convinced him to come inside for some ice cream. He’d eaten you under the table, consuming three bowls to your one, and then decided he wanted to see your room.

“Pfft, you’re so nosy.” You’d said, reaching your hand out so he could pull you up from the couch.

“Can’t I be nosy about the girl I plan on making mine?” He said, pulling you to him and wrapping his arms around your shoulders as you led him to your room.

“Oh, how smooth.” You laughed out, opening the door to reveal the room. It wasn’t much, really. It looked like your average room, with posters and books and clothes scattered about.

“Is that a thong I see?” He asked, causing you to let out a yelp to jump on the lace thong sitting plainly on your pillow.

“Listen, I had to wear this with the dress I was gonna wear tonight before I chose this one!” You said, balling up the infuriating undergarment and throwing it into the hamper.

“Do you have one on now?” Jeongguk asked, a smirk forming on his face. He walked toward you slowly before his hand grabbed at the hem of your dress.

“Well, why don’t you find out, nosy?”

You hung your jacket up and kicked your shoes off, leaving them in the middle of the living room. You wandered into one of the bathrooms and prepared yourself for bed. Thank god you didn’t have classes until next week thanks to the rain. You finished up and clicked the light off before getting to your room and throwing yourself into bed. Out of boredom, you flipped through your various social medias. A picture of your ex-roommate appeared, bringing back the flood of bad memories.

“You did what with him!?” You yelled, throwing the porcelain mug in your hand at her head.

“I had to make sure he was faithful! Which, by the way, he is.” The girl added, dodging another glass.

“You tried to fuck my boyfriend! You actually drove to his fucking apartment, and convinced him to try and have sex with you! I knew you were pining after him, but I figured the infatuation would stop once we’d been together for a year!” You screamed, marching to her room and kicking the door open.

“What are you doing!?” She yelled as you ripped the posters off of her walls and threw them into the living room. Her clothes and electronics soon followed, not a shred of remorse in your body for the cracked phone that just hit the wall.

“Get the fuck out!”

With a sigh, you locked your phone only for it to light up again. Your breath hitched in your throat as his picture flashed on the screen; a face you hadn’t seen in months.

“Babe, I’m not mad at you.” He said, his hands gripping your shoulders as you hung your head, too ashamed to even look at him.

“I’m mad at myself. I should have known she’d do something like this.” You let out, hands wiping furiously at your eyes.

“You couldn’t have known. Please, look at me.” He pleaded, hands pulling yours away from your face and pushing your face up. You focused on the way his lips quirked slightly, just from getting your attention.

“I can’t do this.” You said.

“What? I’m not holding anything against you. Don’t walk out on me.” He retaliated, his hands clasped around yours.

“I think it’s best if I just leave you alone. God knows what else she could try. And I’m a mess; you’ve probably been looking for a way out for ages.” You mumbled. He opened his mouth to say something but you hurriedly stood and backed away.

“Baby, please .” He said, voice ragged.

“I love you.”

You don’t think you’d ever hit the answer button as fast as you did just then. You put the phone to your ear, not saying anything but just breathing quietly.

“Bon? It’s been months, you gotta talk to me eventually.” Jeongguk said, voice light like you didn’t leave him in the middle of the quad by himself all those months ago.

“What am I supposed to say?’’ You asked, voice small.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you sound so....vulnerable. Are you okay?” He asked, concern evident in his voice.

“I’m just tired. I’ve been staying up late to finish this project and–– wait. It’s about to be 1am, what do you want, C?” You asked, reverting back to the habit of calling him that dumb nickname the student body would call the two of you.

“Everyone wants to know when Bonnie and Clyde are getting back together. Quite frankly, I am too. Also, if you’re so tired, why are you on Twitter?” He asked.

“Firstly, I’ve been having trouble sleeping; I’ve had issues since even before we dated. And secondly, I just..don’t know. Help me out here. Give me the motivation to get my ass into gear.” You replied, only to hear the line go dead. You were just about to let out a loud curse when he appeared in your doorway, dressed like he lived here. You sat up quickly, shutting your eyes as colours danced across your vision. When you opened them, Jeongguk was standing above you, a small grin on his face.

“How’d you get in?” You asked as he sank onto the bed, positioning your legs so they were on his lap.

“The key that you never took back.” He said, pulling out his keychain and selecting the bright red key. “But enough about me. Let’s get you to bed.” He finished, pulling up the comforter and throwing it over the both of you. He repositioned himself so his body was parallel to yours, and threw a pillow over your face.

“How is this supposed to help me sleep?” You asked, voice muffled. All you received as a muttered ‘shut up’ as he curled his body around you and began singing softly.

You missed this. Maybe it was time Bonnie and Clyde got back together.

#jeongguk x reader #jungkook x reader #bts fic #ao3 #THIS was one of my favourite things i'd ever written

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beardlessnomad · 6 years

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Release The Hounds...

A few years back I dated a girl from a small town called Tarapoto, in the North of Peru where the Andean Mountains meet the Amazon Rain forest. It was a small, humble town with a tropical climate, that offered fuck all to do. Most of the inhabitants lived close nit, working class lives, my girlfriend's family included, whom lived on the outskirts of the city. Her house was situated in a poor suburb with run down, dirt roads, that were littered with stray dogs. During the day, the stray dogs normally slept due to the humid, perpetual 30°C+ days. However, when the temperature dropped after sunset, they came out to play, when most people returned to their houses.

The locals where used to the good-for-nothing mutts and showed little concern towards them. I'd been informed that if a dog displayed aggression, which wasn’t uncommon, it was advised to pick up one of the many rocks on the ground and pretend to hurl it at the face of problematic dog/s. It sounded good in theory and I’d even seen it work from time to time, though it also seemed that a complete lack of fear was also necessary. At the very least, the fundamental rule when dealing with aggressive dogs, was to remain calm, continue to walk by slowly and by under no circumstance should you ever try to run away.

For the duration of my one month stay in Tarapoto, most days were spent hanging out at my girlfriend’s house with her and her family until late at night, where I'd retreat back to my hotel. During the day I could take a moto taxi straight to her front door step, but come nightfall, no taxi's would pass through the dark streets of her suburb, since nobody was around. So instead, I would have to make the anxious ten minute walk to the main road to hail one. Every one of those walks I made was a complete sweat, constantly being on the alert for mischievous strays, that would became aggressive if you wandered into their territory.

At around 1AM one typical, nerve racking night, when I turned onto the final, long stretch of road I usually took, I noticed a heap of garbage bags up ahead, on one side. I could see three dogs rustling through the rubbish whom I wanted no business going anywhere near, but the alternative was to turn back and gamble on a different road, none of which were illuminated and likely had other dogs lurking in the shadows. I took a breathe and continued.

When I got within eye sight of the pack, I turned on a fake confidence, to try to mask the utter fear that had overcome me. There was a good twenty metres between them and me when I passed on the opposite side of the road but a shot of adrenaline injected into my bloodstream when I got a better look at one of the dogs in particular, that was of a large terrier breed. With a jacked and shredded physique, the size of a Shetland pony and seemingly bred to kill, I wanted no part in a tango with the beast. The other two were smaller but I sensed that they weren't shy of an altercation either. I kept calm and remembered my training.

*Just walk slow. Don't even look at them...*, I thought to myself, reassuringly. But less than five paces later, I heard a subtle but deep bark from one of them. Instinctively I knew it was the enormous hound that had noticed me. Nervously, I looked over again to see that all three now had their heads craned curiously towards me. The large dog barked again, but this time in an obnoxious, troublesome manner. One of the others followed suit. In anticipation for a show down, I frantically scanned the road to see a smorgasbord of rock throwing options, just in case I became more appetizing to them than the trash. But when their barking increased and they began walking towards me, it became clear that I was at the point of no return.

"Fuck...", I uttered to myself in distress, my squinty eyes widening to that of a normal size.

I looked again to the rocks on the ground for much needed ammunition; then back at them, as they closed more distance, then back to the ground again...

*Alright Ryan, no backing down here, you gotta hold your ground. Remember what they told you...*, echoed a voice from the logical corner of my brain.

The large terrier transitioned it’s walk to a trot, it’s confusingly large, yolked deltoid muscles, which looked to have been carved from the hands of god himself, flexing with terror every step. A second adrenaline dump came as my heart pounded violently.

*Do not run....Do not, run....Do not ru-...*, all of a sudden the logical part of my brain became overridden by an impulse of cowardice, causing me to come out of the blocks like Usain Bolt in the one hundred.

Within seconds I'm sprinting as fast as anyone wearing thongs can, with the eruptions of barking at my back, from the savage hounds hot on my tail. A panic-stricken glance over my shoulder saw that there were another three dogs who'd come out of the wood work to join in on the chase for the fresh game that had been presented to them. The enormous hound at the front of the pack of now at least six strong, with his enormous strides, I could feel closing in on me, like Phar lap galloping the home stretch of the 1930 Melbourne Cup. With a cold but indifferent look in his eyes, it seemed he'd be taking no prisoners tonight.

At the top of my lungs, I let out an almighty, primal roar of, “Fwaaaarrrrkkk!!!...", loud enough to wake up the whole of Tarapoto, whilst fed another ocean of adrenaline, never having ran faster in my life. With only the grim sight of bare, open road, I clearly wasn't going to out run six animals with twice the amount of legs as I, so I made a change of direction towards the footpath, which was to achieve God knows what. In an attempt to do so, the six inch deep ditch, between the road and footpath caused me to lose my footing and fall face first, with my body coming to an abrupt, crushing halt. My body had gone from full sprinting speed, to a sudden, stationary stop when the middle of my thigh caught the edge of a small footbridge. The foot bridge and my femur bone shared a brief kiss, resulting in a deep, excruciating cork.

Scene of the chase

The adrenaline was enough to fend off the pain, leaving only the feeling of dread of the thought of the dogs about to tear my body to shreds with their rabies infected fangs, whilst I helplessly lay crippled on my back.

Thankfully however, when they caught up to me a few seconds later, they just stood over me whilst barking loudly, before dispersing, when several locals came out the front of their houses to witness the scene.

Vision blurred and in a state of panic, I got to one leg and limped up the street as if still amidst the thick of an on foot chase, desperately trying to escape the canines. I hobbled clumsily up the road, panting deeply, for another twenty metres or so, until I finally realised the chase was over.

Parked not much further up the road, a young driver of a rickshaw moto taxi, looked on as I approached. He asked if I was okay, trying to mask his amusement but failing to do so, after having witnessed the whole ridiculous spectacle. During the chase, one of my thongs had gone astray, so the guy agreed to drive me back down to where I fell, since I was too much of a wimp to walk back to where any of those blasted hounds may have been lingering.

Back at the scene, several of the dogs began barking loudly again, with little regard for the sleeping neighborhood, as I proceeded to scan the ditch where I had fallen. Meanwhile, the taxi guy informed the small crowd of civilians dressed in their pajamas, about what had happened.

"Fucking Gringo...", was the disgruntled expression on most of their faces, when I’d shamefully glance over between rummaging through vegetation.

After a few minutes, right as I retrieved my parted thong, all of a sudden, a large Peruvian man, donning only Crocs and a pair of bright red, speedo-cut underwear, emerged from outside the house where half a dozen people congregated. Standing at around 6′4″ and weighing almost 120 kg, he was visibly mad for having been yanked from a deep slumber and wanted vengeance - to my horror, the target being, the young, innocent and friendly taxi driver who'd only been there to help me. After attempting to explain all the commotion, the young lad desperately tried to plea with the enormous, Peruvian giant but his words fell on deaf ears as the ogre came for him. The kid weaved in and out of the standing folks, desperately evading the grips of the oaf whilst I looked on in despair. At that point my Spanish was far too basic to intervene and try to explain the absurd scene that I was solely responsible for. Nor did I particularly feel like having to break out any Jiu Jitsu on a dirt, rocky road against a semi sleep walking, irrational meat head. Fortunately, the giant's gut weighed him down enough for the taxi guy's agility to prevail.

Some of the civilians finally managed to calm the situation somewhat, which I took as an opportunity to slip away into the dead of the night, like a spineless coward. I slowly edged away from the crowd, unbeknownst to anyone and began limping my way up to the main road to hail a taxi.

Up on the main drag, I impatiently stood for a good fifteen minutes, bearing the agony of what felt like a blade being inserted through my thigh, down to the bone.

Finally, to my relief, a lone moto taxi appeared in the distance and pulled to the side of the road when it reached me. However, my elation turned to shock, when I recognized the face of, none other than, the young taxi driver who had come to my aid only moments ago, after having been dragged into a situation by some dumb Gringo and almost getting his ass kicked for it. On top of that, the cravenly Gringo didn't even have the decency to stick around and offer as much as an apology. His face said as much, exhibiting a look of utter contempt.

"Oh, was that you who just helped me? I'm so sorry man...", I said, in awfully broken Spanish, cringing with awkwardness.

His face didn't change as he maintained a look of disgust, without saying a word.

"Ah, Jungle Hotel, please?...", I asked sheepishly, causing him to turn his head forward, which I took as an indication to get in the rickshaw.

In between awkward meetings of eye contact in the rear view mirror, not another word was exchanged until we arrived to the front door of my hotel.

I made one more attempt at a sincere apology when handing him the money for the ride, but he didn't so much as break his sour, forward gaze. As soon as money was in hand, with me mid sentence, the disgruntled taxi driver hit the throttle, speeding off and bellowing smoke into my face as I watched the rickshaw shrink into the distance.

I limped my sorry ass up the hotel stairs to my room, racked with an emotional cocktail of shame, guilt and anger, before collapsing on my bed.

"Fuckin' hounds...", I muttered to myself, before passing out...

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