he's my best friend forever

Pinky Promise: a Josh Dun fanfic

Y/N: Okay this might not be factually accurate but again, it’s called (fan)fiction for a reason. But I did have a little fun with the formatting and structure of this one so I hope you like it!!! super fluffy stuff!

emute28 said:
Could you do Josh x reader when they were friends when they were little kids and Josh had crush on reader.Josh star touring and some how forgot about reader and they met like after 10 years?:) By the way you are amazing writer :)

*gender neutral, warning: fluff overload lol jk


“Three, two, one. Ready or not, here I come!” Josh’s voice echoed throughout the house. You giggled, trying to stifle your laughter as you crouched down even lower into the laundry basket, the weight of a sweatshirt draped over your head drooping ever so slightly as to block your vision. It was uncomfortable, but by far, probably one of the best hiding places you’ve picked. Spending time with Josh was one of your favorite past times. Every single day after kindergarten, you’d ride home with Josh and his mom and spend time with him coloring with crayons, eating milk and cookies, or in this case, challenging each other at a game of hide and seek. It wasn’t long before he was shouting your name desperately, sure he had lost you for good. “Y/n! I give up! Please come back!”

“Fine!” your small voice shouted out. You poked your head out of the laundry basket just in time to see him race into the room, panting for breath, desperate expression fading away and replaced by a hopeful one.

“Thank goodness!” he sighed, running over to you and picking you up out of the laundry basket, giggling. “I thought I lost you for good, y/n.”

“Nah,” you shook your head with a smile. “I’m just really good at hiding.”

“Don’t be too good,” he pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’d be really lonely without you.”

“I won’t leave you,” you rolled your eyes, picking the sweatshirt up off of your head and tossing it back into the laundry basket. “We’re best friends forever, remember?”

“Pinky promise?” he raised his eyebrows, reaching out his hand and sticking out his pinky.

“Pinky promise,” you grinned, linking his with yours and giving it a good shake. Your kindergarten teacher had taught your class a couple days ago that pinky promises were the most powerful promises there were. Ever since, you and Josh had sealed every deal with a pinky promise. It was like your own little personal handshake.


Everyone was supposed to stay in their seats. Your teacher had specifically told you that you’re not allowed to leave your table. You were all instructed to cut out hearts from the red, pink, and white construction paper, pick up a chocolate and tuck it in between the paper, and write who it was for and who it was from in pretty perfect cursive on the front with a silver marker. So you were probably on your fifth valentine when your best friend Josh came walking over to your table, sitting down beside you with a pink valentine in his lap. “Josh,” you hissed, staring at him. “What are you doing? You’re going to get in trouble! Go back to your seat!”

“I have to give you something,” he mumbled, fidgeting with the piece of paper between his fingers. His brown eyes started up into yours and you forgot about the possibility of getting in trouble for a split second. You looked down at the valentine in his hands and then flickered your eyes back up to his, letting out a soft laugh.

“We’re not allowed to hand them out until tomorrow,” you reminded. “Remember? When Valentine’s Day actually is?”

“I know, I know,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair and looking around nervously. “I just um, it couldn’t wait.”

“Really?” you looked at him, confused.

“I kind of wanted to tell you a while ago,” he shrugged. “I thought maybe right now would be a good time.”

“Okay,” you decided, watching as he handed you the pink heart and you unfolded it carefully. There, written in his usual all capital letters rather than the loopy fancy cursive, was his words. (Dear y/n, I really like you. I was hoping maybe you liked me too? It’s okay if we stay friends though. I just thought you should know. Xoxo, Josh.) Noticing he had picked out your favorite chocolate from the selection and tucked three pieces in between the pink paper, you smiled before looking up at him again, noticing how scared he was. He was fiddling his thumbs, biting his lower lip, eyes darting around the room anxiously.

“So, um, uh…” he stuttered out, not even able to string together a sentence of words.

“Hey,” you put a hand on his shoulder. “I like you too.”

“Really?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “You’re my best friend forever. Remember?”

“Oh,” his face fell. Why did he look so sad? He was your favorite friend. You had just told him this, too. “Yeah. We are.”

“What? Do you think I’m lying?” you tilted your head to the side, frowning. “I really do like you.”

“Pinky promise?” he whispered, eyes still full of uncertainty.

“Pinky promise,” you reassured, hooking his pinky with yours.

“Thank you,” he laughed.

“No problem,” you grinned, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, which surprised him completely. “Now get back to your seat before you get in trouble, silly.”

“Yeah,” he blushed, trying to hide a smile before rushing over back to his seat. Little did you know, it was Josh’s best day of his life yet.


As soon as the poster for the middle school Winter Wonderland dance was put up, your heart fluttered in your chest. Who the heck was going to take you? You barely even had any friends at your new middle school, and sure, you talked to your best friend Josh still, but mainly because he was just in your neighborhood. You had sort of forgotten about each other ever since middle school started, and grew distant, especially since you went to different schools. So a day before the school dance, absolutely desperate for a date, you nervously walked over to his house, poster clutched in hand. Right as soon as you were about to knock on the door, to your surprise, the door swung open and you backed away, startled. “Oh,” Josh’s eyes went wide, realizing you were right there. The two of you burst into giggles, then he opened the door even wider, his eyes darting to the paper held in your hand as your eyes realized he was holding a paper in his. “Uh, I was just about to head over to your house actually.”

“That’s funny,” you gave a small laugh. “Looks like I beat you to it.”

“Yeah,” he nodded slowly. He looked nervous, the same unsure eyes, lower lip bite, fiddling thumbs, anxious expression on his face. You had known Josh for years, and by now, knew very well he had horrible anxiety. You put a hand on his shoulder, something you’d learned that sort of helped him breathe a little better.

“What’s up?” you asked.

“Uh, you can um, come inside,” he decided, ushering you in and letting you sit on the couch. When you got there, he sat next to you, taking a deep breath before unfolding the piece of paper in his hand and showing you. “So there’s this dance tomorrow and I know I’m sort of asking last minute, but everyone in the grade is going and I don’t really have a date and uh, I was wondering if you wanted to come with me maybe?”

“That’s what I was going to ask,” you chuckled, showing him your poster. “Looks like both of our dances are on the same day.”

“Well uh, maybe we don’t have to go to a dance at all,” he shrugged. “Maybe we can just get some milk and Oreos, come to my house, watch a movie?”

“That sounds a lot better than a school dance,” you admitted. “I don’t really care for social situations. Or dancing. Or people.”

“Me either,” he agreed.

“It’s a plan,” you grinned.

“Pinky promise?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Huh?” you wondered. “Oh gosh, I almost forgot about that.”

“How could you forget?” he chuckled.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled. “It’s been a while since we’ve hung out I guess.”

“Yeah,” he frowned. “So let’s make up for lost time tomorrow night then?”

“Definitely,” you smiled, hooking your pinky with his. “Pinky promise.”


Research papers, finals week, the end of the semester, standardized testing, all of it was getting to you. It was four in the morning and you had gone three days now without sleep, your bloodshot eyes staring at a computer screen for who knows how many hours now, the seventh empty cup of coffee sitting beside you, an empty bottle of caffeine pills rolling off the bed, and you just about to lose your mind. If this is how high school was, you couldn’t imagine college. So you brushed off the mess of papers and pencils from off your lap and walked outside, deciding to clear your head on a long walk. You started down your sidewalk, when all of a sudden, you felt something hit you in the back of your head. You did a double take, looking behind you, but finding nothing. Hell, as sleep deprived as you were, you wouldn’t be surprised if you were hallucinating or making things up. You began to walk down the sidewalk again when you felt something hit your back, and you looked behind you to hear a voice whisper your name from… above? Yeah, you must definitely be going insane. But you heard it again. “Y/n! Up here!” You turned around and looked up, blinking twice when you saw Josh outside of his open window, waving at you. “Don’t make me have to throw another eraser at you.”

“Is that what those were?” you scowled, looking at the ground and realizing that indeed, that’s what had caught your attention.

“Come here,” he beckoned. “I’m dying of boredom and I haven’t seen you since sixth grade.”

“Fine,” you complied with a smile.

“I’ll open up the back door,” he decided. You walked over to the backyard of his house and watched as he was waiting at the door, opening it up and ushering you inside, letting you up in his bedroom. When he finally closed the door and you sat beside him on his bed.

“Woah,” you laughed, looking at him.

“What?” he raised an eyebrow.

“You got gages,” you smiled. “And a nose ring.”

“Oh,” he chuckled. “Yeah. Pretty sick, huh?”

“I think it’s cool,” you nodded. “It’s been a while. What are you up to?”

“Studying,” he groaned, showing you the plethora of textbooks and notebooks that scattered his floor. “Judging by the dark rings around your eyes I’m guessing you’ve been doing the same?”

“Yeah,” you sighed. “Geez, I haven’t talked to you in forever.”

“I know,” he frowned. “I miss you. A lot.”

“Me too,” you agreed. “Hell, before we know it, we’ll both be in college.”

“That’s a scary thought,” his eyes grew wide. “It feels like just yesterday we were playing hide and seek in kindergarten.”

“I remember those days,” you chuckled. There were a couple seconds of silence before you decided to speak up again. “Hey, are we still going to be best friends after high school? I mean, we don’t talk anymore, and I know we’ve kind of grew distant but-”

“Y/n,” Josh laughed. “Are you crazy? Come on, we’re best friends forever. Remember?”

“Oh yeah,” you rolled your eyes. “Want to pinky promise?”

“Sure,” he giggled, hooking his pinky with yours and giving it a shake before meeting his gaze with yours. “But uh, I think maybe we’re getting a little old for pinky promises.”

“What do you mean?” you wondered, confused.

“I think we should come up with a different way of sealing promises,” he shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe, uh, a little of this?”

“A little of wha- oh woah!” you began to ask when he leaned in to kiss you. His lips pressed against yours and when he pulled away, you were both bright red, wide eyes, staring at each other. “Woah.”

“I really like you,” he whispered.

“Me too,” you gave a nervous smile. “But uh, I think I need to um, get back to studying. I have a research paper due tomorrow and some tests and I just…”

“It’s okay,” he nodded, turning sort of shy, not sure how to react. “Um, good luck.”

“Yeah,” you took a deep breath. “You too.”

Leaving the room, and then the house, walking down the sidewalk, you weren’t sure how to feel. Maybe you overreacted, maybe you should go back and apologize, maybe you should’ve at least kissed him back. It wasn’t like you didn’t like it, fuck, you loved it. You wanted more, but you couldn’t. Josh was your best friend forever, your pinky promise, your childhood crush. It would never escalate to anything more than that, right? You shook those thoughts out of your head, thinking maybe he just wasn’t thinking right, maybe this was just another crazy hallucination, maybe this was just even a dream, or just the sleep deprivation getting to you. Either way, you decided to go home, give up on homework, take a nap, and let all that happened fade away. That was the last time you talked to Josh since graduating college.


Not to over exaggerate or anything, but your job actually sucked. After working your ass off in high school, getting a handful of years at college, and earning a degree, you were still stuck in your hometown working at a cheap coffee place making just a little more than minimum wage. You wished you could find a better job, or at least move out, but that costed who knows how much money, and you were still in student debt. It was a slow day, and you grew tired of staring at the empty atmosphere of the hotel, so you decided to get out from behind the counter and take a seat. You snatched a newspaper off the rack, made yourself a cup of coffee, and then sat down, flinging open the newspaper and starting to read. It was just the usual stories. Someone attempted to rob a nearby bank, a local bakery was closing down, there was a house fire a couple miles away, nothing much. You flipped the page, not really sure what to expect, but what you found absolutely blew you away. There he was, on a picture probably bigger than your thumb, memorable shining smile and those adorable squinty eyes, in your town newspaper. You read the headline: “Twenty One Pilots #1 on Top Charts.” Your eyes widened, staring more closely at the newspaper and doing a double take. Sure he looked different, but it was still him.

“Twenty One Pilots, consisting of band members Tyler Joseph and Josh Dun, a musical duo from Columbus, Ohio place number one on the Billboard Top Charts this week,” you read aloud. “Their hit single Stressed Out has soared to the top of the charts and instantly become a worldwide favorite. With their eerie melody, unique lyrics, and strange vibe, the duo’s new album Blurryface has also skyrocketed up the charts, giving them a newfound recognition and reputation within the music industry. With Joseph’s profound delivery of lyrics and Dun’s steady beat on the drums, combined, they create an absolutely irresistible record that will be sure to get you singing along.”

“What are you mumbling about?” one of your coworkers snapped. “You look like you just found the cure for cancer or something.”

“No, no,” you laughed. “Uh, one of my childhood friends, he’s in this band.”

“Twenty One Pilots?” they raised an eyebrow. “I’m surprised you’re just now hearing about this. They’ve been playing nonstop on the radio for the past couple weeks.”

“I don’t listen to the radio,” you narrowed your eyes.

“They’re on tour right now,” they explained. “If I’m right, they’re coming here in about a week I think. They’re sold out.”

“Shit,” you frowned. “I was hoping to talk to him.”

“Well if you’re friends like you say, just hit him up,” they shrugged. “I’m sure he’d be able to get you in. Which one is he? Tyler or Josh?”

“Josh,” you explained. “We went to elementary school together.”

“Wow, must’ve been a real long time then,” they raised their eyebrows.

“Not really,” you shrugged. “We still talked in high school a little bit.”

“Ah, I see,” they nodded their head slowly. “Well I wish you luck and all, but there’s some stuff that’s got to be done around here. No time for coffee breaks just yet. Just because we don’t have customers doesn’t mean we don’t have cleaning to do.”

“Right,” you sighed. “Just give me a minute, I want to finish this article. Cool?”

“Sure thing,” they decided.

The next couple days, your mind was spinning. You had looked up all you could about this band. In fact, you couldn’t even believe it was real. Although you had sort of forgotten about Josh in college, you hadn’t forgotten about your entire childhood with him. You remembered all the hide and seek games during kindergarten, the constant flirting in grade school, skipping out on the dance and cuddling with a movie in middle school, and even your awkward kiss in high school. You quickly learned about how famous they had become, listened to some of the music, which was actually extremely amazing, and watched a couple interviews. Some things about him had changed. He wasn’t as nervous as he used to be, he had dyed his hair different colors, he had lost the nose ring, and he was definitely more confident and looked happier. But some things about him never changed, such as his sunshine smile, the way his eyes crinkled up when he got happy, his little laugh, the way he stared into space when he was trying to think, the lower lip biting, the small things that made you fall in love with him. Hell, he hadn’t even told you he loved you, and you hadn’t done the same. He probably actually hated you, especially after everything that happened, how you ran away after he kissed you, how you ignored him after all those years, how it was like you just flushed every single pinky promise down the drain.

So you told yourself to forget about him. Even when you heard one of the songs play in the coffee shop, even when his face showed up on the front page of the newspaper, even when you saw a customer come in wearing one of his band’s t-shirts, you told yourself to forget. You forced yourself too. Your insecurities and doubt ate you up, convincing you that he didn’t want to talk to you, that he probably forgot about you a long time ago, how those stupid pinky promises were just figments of your imagination. You prepared yourself for the worst. You thought he’d never talk to you again. You thought he’d forgotten about you. You thought he was officially out of your life. And when you expected it the least, that’s when everything got flipped upside down.


As soon as he walked into the coffee shop, you wanted to disappear. Shrink, hide, just plain teleport out of there, anything to keep him from seeing you. It had been so long, and it had ended on such an awkward note, you felt like it would just be extremely strange to talk to him again. Much less, he was famous now. Hell, he probably met so many other people and went so many different places he wouldn’t even remember you. Wasn’t he dating Debby Ryan anyways? Oh right, you weren’t supposed to know that, you just happened to accidentally discover that when you were high key stalking him online. Ugh, sometimes you hated yourself. You were almost about to make a bee line to the drive thru line when your coworker pushed you towards the cash register. “This one’s yours,” they hinted.

“Fine,” you glared at them, turning around and not ready for when you came face to face with him, the only thing separating you being the counter. You swallowed nervously, looking around before meeting his eyes with yours. Ha, and he was supposed to be the one with anxiety. “Welcome to the café. What would you like to order?”

His colorful dyed hair, those dark cocoa brown eyes, the way he wore a backwards snapback, the X-Files tank top, his gages, even the way his lips tugged up at the side and he tilted his head, it made your stomach fill with butterflies. You couldn’t lie, you missed him. He had changed, but he was still Josh. “You don’t remember me?” he frowned, eyes as if they were trying to search for something in yours. “Come on, y/n.”

“It’s been a while,” you sighed.

“It always is,” he rolled his eyes. “These days, anyways.”

“Look at you,” you pointed out. “You’re basically a celebrity now.”

“Me?” he laughed. “Nah, I’m just another dude from Ohio.”

“Sure,” you gave a small smile. “So what would you like to order?”

“I’ll take a black coffee,” he shrugged. “Something simple, you know?”

“Yeah,” you nodded.

“But more importantly,” he cleared his throat. “I was wondering if maybe I could have dinner with you.”

“With me?” you raised an eyebrow. “Hell, why would you ever want that?”

“Y/n,” he narrowed his eyes. “I’d love that. It’s been so long.”

“Yeah, but I mean, I don’t know. You could literally have dinner with anyone in the entire world you wanted. You’re famous now,” you explained. “Why me?”

“You make it seem like I’m not even human anymore,” he rolled his eyes. “Come on. I’d love to catch up. Isn’t that our thing now? Not talk to each other for a million years and then all of a sudden pick up where we left off?”

“Pick up where we left off?” you repeated. “I believe that was a kiss.”

“Yeah,” he smirked. “It was.”

“You really want to pick up there?” you laughed.

“I wouldn’t mind,” he winked. “No, but really y/n. We should talk.”

“I missed you,” you admitted.

“I always miss you,” he told you. “You’re my best friend forever, remember?”

“How could I forget?” you chuckled. “But hey, how’d Tyler feel about that? It looks like he’s been your replacement best friend lately.”

“You were there before Tyler,” he whispered playfully. “And he’s my best friend. You’re my forever. Don’t forget that.” You both shared a moment of laughter for a second.

“So later, um, is that a dinner or…” your voice trailed off.

“Date?” he finished.

“I’m good either way,” you shrugged. “It’s been a while since I’ve been on a date though.”

“We never really dated before, have we?” he wondered.

“No,” you shook your head. “We haven’t actually.”

“I think we should give it a shot,” he grinned. “You?”

“I’m up for that,” you agreed. “Later this afternoon work for you?”

“That’s perfect,” he replied. “I’ll see you then.”

“Pinky promise?” you asked, smile curling up on your lips as you reached out your pinky to meet his.

“Pinky promise,” he burst out laughing. “Always and forever.”


When you woke up, there were warm arms wrapped around you. The ghost of his lips pressed against your neck, the whisper of his words lingering in your mind, his dark eyes envisioned in your mind as you close yours. You fluttered opened your eyelids and yawned, turning around to face him. He smiled and you frowned. “You’ve been up this entire time?” you scowled.

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “You’re cute when you snore.”

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes. “Don’t you have a show tonight?”

“Tonight,” he reminded. “I still have the entire morning to spend with you.”

“Won’t Tyler be wondering where you disappeared to?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Nah, he doesn’t need to know,” he reassured. “It’s just you and me right now, y/n.”

“Thank you,” you whispered. “For last night.”

“Anytime,” he smiled. “You know I’m always up for a tub of ice cream, a Disney movie, and a deep conversation.”

“Don’t forget cuddling,” you reminded.

“I never forget cuddling,” he sighed. “Who do you think I am?”

“Hey Josh?” you barely whispered. “Can I tell you something crazy?”

“Well knowing that you’re a crazy person, I assume everything you say is crazy,” he teased.

“Hey!” you giggled, playfully shoving him away. He captured you in his arms, pulling you closer towards him and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Yes, you can tell me anything,” he reassured.

You took a deep breath, closed your eyes, and then opened them, looking into his. There was something you read online once, something about how people’s eyes never change since the day they were born. That’s why babies’ eyes look so big, because their size doesn’t increase or decrease. The eyeball is the only organism that doesn’t grow from birth. It was something peculiar to think about, especially at then at all times and places, but you couldn’t help it. His eyes were something you had fallen in love with the first time you met them. You saw how big and full of concern they grew when he was worried, how they darted around the room when he was nervous, how they grew soft when he was sleepy, how dark and intense they could become when he was concentrated. But most importantly, you loved the way they became all squinty when he smiled. It meant he was happy, and more than anything, you wanted him to be happy. “I know this is long overdue,” you began. “But um…”

“Yeah?” he wondered, looking at you, the anticipation hanging thick in the air.

“I love you,” you told him. “I always have, Josh.”

“Really?” he asked. There was a pause. “Even when you ran away that night? The first time I kissed you? In high school?”

“Even then,” you nodded. “I guess, I don’t know. I was nervous and scared and didn’t know what to do. I was stupid.”

“Like I was in third grade,” he laughed.

“What?” you inquired.

“When I gave you that Valentine card and told you I liked you,” he recalled. “I was so terrified.”

“I remember that,” you chuckled.

“Hey y/n,” Josh cupped your cheek with his hand, gaze caught in yours. “I love you, too. Always have, always will.”

“Pinky promise?” you smirked.

“Pinky promise,” he grinned, both of you linking your pinkies together and giving it a good shake. He wrapped his arms around you and gave you a tight hug. “Listen, it doesn’t matter where I am, what I’m doing, or how much time has passed. You’ll always be my best friend forever, kiddo. And I’ll always love you.”

“I missed you so much,” you sighed, closing your eyes tight and getting lost in the embrace. “I promise I won’t run away this time.  Think I’m here to stay.”

“Yeah?” he wondered.

“Definitely,” you answered. “I don’t think I would last another million years without talking.”

“Me either,” he admitted. “I think I’m going to keep you for good this time.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you smiled, pulling him in for a kiss. When you pulled away, he let out a small laugh. “What’s that for?”

“I’m just surprised, that’s all,” he shrugged. “You’ve never really been one for a kiss on the lips.”

“Well you said it yourself, remember?” you smiled. “We outgrew pinky promises in high school.”

“We’ll never outgrow pinky promises,” he laughed his eyes. “You know that as well as I do.”

“I guess so,” you joked.

“So um, you said something crazy. My turn?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Sure,” you decided.

“Would it be okay if, I don’t know, we were more than best friends?” he wondered. “Forever?”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying, Joshua Dun?” you asked.

“It sounds absolutely insane, but we’ve known each other for a little while now, and I know this is only our first actual date, but I want to live my entire life with you, y/n,” he whispered. His voice grew even softer. “I think I want to marry you.”

“Only if you seal it with an official pinky promise,” you decided with a grin.

“Then I pinky promise,” he reassured. “I promise to love you forever and always.”

“Then how could I ever say no?” you smiled.

Treacherous (4) (Soulmate au)

Summary: One day every human being on the planet received a mark in some place on their body at the same time; these marks are the initials of your soulmate and their date of birth. What do you do when your soulmate is not the person that you have a relationship with?

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2374

Warnings: Fuffly and aganst

Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta

Originally posted by luvinchris

That night you had one of the best nights of sleep in your life, you felt peaceful and happy. You couldn’t stop touching your lips; you could still feel Bucky’s lips on yours and the way that it felt like. It was addicting, you never felt like this way before.

Unfortunately the peaceful feeling didn’t last long, when you woke up all you could think about was Bucky and if he was okay on the mission. You manage to have a busy day ahead of you; you spent your whole day with Chip in the vet and buying things for him.

Chip took all his vaccines; you bought a few things so he could have fun and a new leash. The problem was when the clock hit 7 pm; you didn’t have anything else to do so your mind went to Bucky and the mission.

You are watching TV but you have no idea what is happening in the movie. You heard a loud knock on your door and your heart shattered. You see Steve standing there, you hate that you can’t read his body language “Hey, Steve, please, come in.”

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“My question is, we all know how the Doctor felt watching you leave, but what did Peter Capaldi- what was his reaction to your leaving the show?” (x)

Normani Kordei

Dancing In Perfect Harmony

By Deborah Wagner

When Normani Kordei agreed to join the twenty fourth season of ABC’s hit television show Dancing with the Stars, she hadn’t realized what a life changing experience it would be. Since 2012, Kordei has been best known as one of the five original members of the popular girl group Fifth Harmony.

Through the DWTS experience, Kordei has learned that it was a little difficult at first being in the spotlight without her “sisters” – as she lovingly calls her group-mates Lauren Jauregui, Ally Brooke and Dinah Jane. (Former group member Camila Cabello left last year to pursue a solo career.) However, it has also turned into a fulfilling personal growth experience. During this period, Kordei has found out how strong she really is, and that she can succeed at anything she puts her mind to.  

Blossoming in front of the millions of DWTS viewers every week, twenty-year old Kordei has grown into a confident young woman right before our eyes. She has proven to herself – and tens of millions of viewers and fans – that she is in this competition to win the coveted mirror ball trophy, like Laurie Hernandez, Nyle DeMarco and Bindi Irwin had before her.

With dance moves that are now up to par with the professionals, Kordei’s hard work is paying off as she continues to nail her dance moves and receive rave reviews from the judges – including Len Goodman, Carrie Ann Inana, Julianne Hough and Bruno Yonioli. Her partner and teacher Val Chmerkovskiy has helped her master the art of telling stories rhythmically through her movements. With the help of his exceptional choreography, the two have earned a spot at the top of the leaderboard for many weeks during the season.

Now, with the final two weeks of Dancing with the Stars here, Kordei is bittersweetly working hard to perfect her final dances. During these long and tiring days, this hard-working New Orleans-born and Texas-raised go getter continues to strive for excellence in these last performances. During a break in her busy practice schedule, Kordei took a half hour to chill and chat with us.

For the last five years, you have been accustomed to shining with four – now three – partners in Fifth Harmony. On DWTS though, it’s just you (and Val, of course) out there. How different does it feel to have the spotlight on you?

It’s honestly a bit of an adjustment having the whole spotlight solely on me. Kind of entering a world of my own, outside of Fifth Harmony. It’s also been refreshing, too. We’ve been together for the last four or five years. We do have an amazing time, the four girls now, coming from different walks of life making one common goal happen. But, I feel that we only showcase pieces of who we are as humans and individuals. Ally, Dinah, Lauren and myself, we make up what Fifth Harmony now is, but we still have dreams outside of the group. I’ve always loved to dance, which I hardly got to do while in Fifth Harmony. It’s just really cool, because I proved to myself that, “Yeah girl, you still got it.”

My passion is still there for dance. People are getting the opportunity to get to know me. I’ve also really surprised myself during the process. I think that Val has done an incredible job, not just as a choreographer and a teacher, but as a friend. Helping me grow and pulling things out of me that I didn’t even know were there. I’m just super happy. It’s like a family there at Dancing with the Stars.

Your Fifth Harmony sisters have shown you so much love during this experience. What has the support from them, your family and your fans meant to you?

Oh, man. The support of my family and friends and the girls means the absolute world to me. I don’t know if you saw the week – I think it was week four – where the girls actually came on and the sang “Impossible,” which is the first song that we ever performed as a group in the X-Factor days after meeting each other. We had to sing that song. It was pretty symbolic after singing it then and it now; everything that had happened in between made it mean even more. They’re always texting me after every show. Lauren told me she sat up crying after my contemporary dance this week. But, they’re super supportive and it means the world. I support them. We are sisters at the end of the day. That’s what we are supposed to do.

As far as my family and friends, they are over the moon. They love to see me happy. [It is] almost a breakthrough, just me recognizing my strengths. They always tell me it’s okay to give myself a pat on the back sometimes. My grandmother’s favorite show is Dancing with the Stars, so she is out there every week. They’re all cheering me on. That’s priceless for me!

You’ve already connected with millions through your singing. Now you’re receiving such praise and high scores (including two perfect ones) for your dance. Did you ever think you would be able to connect so completely through dance?

I felt it in my heart that was my way of communicating and speaking to people. Dance was actually my first passion, even before I started singing. I was dancing for as long as I can remember. It’s like a trance that I go in. It’s like an out of body experience, with me completely being immersed in the music. It’s really about storytelling. I’m really feeling it. It’s freedom of expression. I have been having the best time on Dancing with the Stars. I love all the different genres. Even though I came from a dance background, I’ve never done any ballroom dancing. So, it’s always a lot of work. I always feel it when I’m on the stage, every Monday.

Your dance this week was both beautiful, yet painful all at the same time. It gave me chills. It’s getting people talking about the problem of cyber-bullying. First I want to say, I am sorry that you had to go through that. No one ever should. Secondly, as a Mom of two kids who have also experienced bullying, what would you say to others who are trying to escape the painful experience of bullying and cyber bullying?

Cyber bullying is a very devastating thing to have to go through for anyone, whether you are an adult of a child. That’s the thing with social media, it can be powerful and positive but at the same time, it can really tear people apart. It sucks because it’s the face and the force of this generation. We use it so heavily and depend on it like it’s second nature. It’s like all we know. But I think that cyber bullying is only a piece of the conversation that Val and I were discussing through our performance and our dance. With cyber bullying, I talked about it because I’ve been through it. [However, the dance was] for anybody that’s going through adversity and who feels lonely or helpless and feels the world is caving in. In society, we pick on each other and we create these barriers.

We are all on this Earth for a reason. We have a purpose. I think about how much better we could be if we were all united and had more love for one another. If we had sympathy. If we had open hearts and open minds, instead of being so closed minded. At the end of the day, everyone seeks acceptance. Anyone listening and going through cyber bullying or bullying in any way, I think you really just need to dig deep to find your freedom, because nobody else is going to give it to you. It’s something that you have to accept and take within yourself. Naturally, whenever the rest of the world doesn’t accept you, it’s all about self-acceptance. What you think about yourself looking in the mirror. Thinking I’m happy with he or she. I know what I have to offer. That’s what matters.

Throughout the seasons of Dancing with the Stars, you can always tell if there is a real connection between the star and their dancing partner. Your connection with Val seems like such a strong bond, built with admiration and respect. What has it been like to go through this experience with him?

Going through this experience with Val, first and foremost let me say, I remember the first day walking into the room and learning the choreography and being super timid. I’m a totally different person than when I walked in. I really have him to thank for that. He has changed me in the best way possible. I’m forever grateful. He is my friend, my teacher, my choreographer. He’s like my brother.

It also helps that I generally do look up to him. Not just as a dancer but as a person. He teaches me constantly, every day. We talk about things that are going on in the world and about things like family and everything. He is a hard worker and an amazing human being. He never fails to stop and serve other people as well. He’s always taking the time to think about how he can help kids recognize that their dreams also matter. It doesn’t matter where they come from. It’s about what they have in their heart and their determination. He’s really good at instilling great values and making you a believer. He really makes me feel like I can do anything.

It sounds like they picked the perfect partner for you, then.

Yeah, I couldn’t ask for anyone better. I don’t know if I’d get the same experience, or grow the same way, if it hadn’t been for him. I genuinely love him. Even after the show is over, he’ll play a significant role. I am really blessed that he’s part of my world and I am now part of his.

As rewarding as this experience has been, it must be exhausting touring with Fifth Harmony and practicing with Val for the live shows. How are you taking care of yourself while this time?

Well, it has definitely been a lot. It’s crazy to even sit here and think about traveling back and forth from Asia to LA for the first three weeks of the show. It was definitely a challenge and took a toll on my body, obviously. I got injured about two or three weeks ago when I did my salsa number – “When I Grow Up.” That was the first week that we started to do lifts and flips and tricks. I hadn’t danced in five years, maybe even longer, so my body was not used to it anymore.

On top on flying and the lack of sleep, I had a really severe pulled muscle strain in my back and my hip. There were two different muscle strains. One wasn’t affected by the other, but they just so happened that I had two at the same time. I felt like it slowed me in a way. You guys might not have seen it, but for me it was really frustrating. I was like, “Why can’t I get this?” or “Why do we have to change this lift?” It would have looked so good, but physically I could not do it. We’ve definitely had an emotional rollercoaster throughout this journey, but I think it’s shaped us and is part of our story. Part of the reason I’ve worked so hard. In those times where it’s like you can’t overthink this, we have to just do it. We’d be performing in Asia on the carpet, in the lobby, in front of people, anywhere we could for days before the performance, in the airport. It’s all pieces of our journey and of our story.

Would you recommend this experience of DWTS to one of your 5H partners?

Heck to the yes! (laughs) I’d recommend this experience to anybody! It’s amazing. I can’t really put it into words. I’m sad that it’s coming to an end, we are in our last weeks. I was really emotional yesterday. I was sitting down thinking about it. I’m just super grateful looking in the faces of every single person that makes up what Dancing with the Stars is.

It’s the reason that we can put these incredible shows on Monday night – down to hair, down to makeup, down to wardrobe. It really is fancy. There’s just a fulfillment that you get, going out there, on that stage and on that ballroom with your partner, every single Monday. Knowing that your inspiring someone, it’s a special feeling. It’s electrifying. I can’t even explain it or completely put it into words.  

Once Dancing with the Stars season is over, do you plan on going back into the studio with Fifth Harmony? We know your 5H fans would love to hear some new music.

Oh, I never left the studio. I was actually in the studio last night. Yeah, we started recording before I even started Dancing with the Stars. We are still in the studio now. It never stops for me. It wasn’t like I do one thing and then start another after. It’s all in one. (laughs) So, yeah, we have new music coming out really soon.

I’m sure you have built relationships with the other contestants on the show. Do you think you will be keeping in touch after this is over?

Oh my God, yes! 110%! Like I said before, even the first day we all met at GMA, everyone came in super humble, smiles all across the room. I remember having a conversation with David [Ross]. He’s just the sweetest, sweetest guy. Talking to Bonner [Bolton] because we’re both from Texas. Hearing his story, I was just completely moved and inspired and also captivated by his southern hospitality and charm. (laughs)

Me and Simone [Biles] are really, really close and have become the best of friends on the show. She makes me laugh a lot. I think we are so different but we are alike at the same time. We kind of balance each other out, which makes this experience even more fun. Then Rashad [Jennings], he’s like a big brother. I love him too. He told me after my contemporary piece that he really connected with it on a personal level and that I could come to him for anything if I wanted to vent.

Who on the DWTS cast is the biggest practical joker or always cracks everyone up?

I don’t know. Val always makes me laugh, personally. He’s actually a very funny human being. I feel like he’s the glue that holds everything together, in a way. There are so many different elements, but I do really appreciate that he has this way of reeling people in. It’s really comfortable and safe. Feeling like it’s a safe environment for them to be all that they are. And he is really, really funny. He’s always has me cracking up.

Also Simone. She’s always has me cracking up. Just little things she says. Sometimes I’m like, “Girl, how did you come up with that?” (laughs) “How did you come up with that?”

You are only 20 and have already accomplished so much with an award-winning music career and now this wonderful experience on DWTS. What else would you like to do in the future?

Coming off of this experience – really exploring myself on Dancing with the Stars – I feel has really opened many doors for me. Widened the range of expectations that I have for myself. There is a lot I now would love to do and know now I am capable of doing. I’d love to act and get into film. I really do enjoy stepping into another character every single week on Dancing with the Stars. I’d love to do that as a career choice.

Just something that I love. I am all about the arts, so I’ll continue to do my music obviously. I’m very into fashion. I’d love to have my own fashion line and my own empire. Yeah, I just want there to be nothing that I can’t do. I want to at least touch on many things, because you never know, that might be what I decide to do for the rest of my life. I don’t know, wherever life takes me, wherever God takes me. But I really want to cross over to acting, because I find that mesmerizing. I can really lose myself in it.

We did pick one fan question to ask. Amira Parker would like to know what your favorite 5H song is to perform in concert?

My favorite Fifth Harmony song to perform right now – because it can change since we have new music coming out – I have like five favorites right now. Let’s see… probably “Boss.” Yeah, every time I hear the “da-na-na-na,” the crowd for some reason always goes crazy on that song. It gets me super hyped. There’s never been a crowd that hasn’t had a great response to that song. I think it’s just the energy of it. It’ personally one of my favs, the choreography and that was kind of the beginning of the new Fifth Harmony. I don’t know if you guys saw a change, but from “Miss Moving On” to “Boss,” there was a switch. That was the moment where we actually started to grow up and grow into our womanhood. So, I love “Boss.”

For our final question, do you have a message for your fans?

To my fans, I love you guys incredibly. I can never thank you enough for how much you fulfill me and everything you’ve done in order to make me feel supported and confident within myself. You guys lift me up anytime I’m down. I would definitely say that all of my success, and our success, is because of you guys. I love you. Make sure you learn to love yourselves.

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Isaac Lahey | The break up (part one)

Count of words: 884

Warnings: none really, a bit sad at the end

A/N: This is part one and as promised there will be two posts this week. Will post the second one tomorrow.

Part Two   Part Three  Part Four

Requested?: Yes

anonymous  asked:

Hi, could you write an Isaac imagine where the reader and him were dating before he was turned and when she asks what’s changed he lies and she finds out so she breaks up with him. Then Derek ends up biting her because he’s annoyed at Isaac’s sulking but it’ll turn worse because she thinks he made Derek bite her so she hates him. Mabye a fluffy or a sad ending or both?

Author: Katerina ( @littlealphawolf )

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Beacon Hills, 8.00 am

It was a normal day for me. I woke up to go to school and when I opened my door Isaac was standing in front of it waiting for me to walk to school together. He has been my best friend since forever and my boyfriend for a couple of years now.

As I open the door I come across the tired and tortured brunete boy I’ve grown to love so much my whole life. A fresh wound decorating his face once more, covering the scar from an older one. A tear slipped his eye but I was fast to dry it. “It is going to be ok,” I said trying to comfort him, but it felt as though I was trying to comfort my self.

Beacon Hills, 9.30 pm

The rest of these days have been the same. Issac and I would walk to school together and then I would go and hang out with my friends. But, all that aside, Isaac seemed to have changed a bit, acting a bit weird alongside that. Just two days ago the cut on his cheek was fresh but yesterday is was completely gone without even leaving a scar. I tried to ask him about it but every time he would completely change the subject. Just today he told me he was trying out for the lacross team and he was all so confident about it. A sudden rush of confidence seemed to rush through him but I couldn’t explain it.

Beacon Hills, 2.00 am

Isaac finally spent some time with me. He came over at my house earlier and we have been cuddling since. I’ve kind of missed the adorable scared boy I loved and I got him back for a while. I was cuddled up to his side when I finally desided to ask him the only thing that was running inside my head for a while now. “What is going on with you lately?” As soon as I asked his face dropped, he was looking everywhere but me. “Well, tell me?!” I said and looked at him staight at his face. “I-it’s nothing. I’m just trying to cope with my dad’s death. Just stay here and lets cuddle some more.” He said and pulled me closer to his chest never leting me say another word.

Beacon Hills, 8.28 pm

It had been a couple more days with Isaac having this strange behavior, but it didn’t stop there. He became more distant. He kept ditching me on our date nights and tonight I finally desided to follow him. I have been following him for over an hour and just now we reached this familiar creepy old house in the middle of the Beacon Hills forest. It looked not only old but burnt. Black pieces of wood were falledn around it and it seemed nothing but void. The house was actually more than familiar for me. I remember when I was little I would run away and walk through the woods. I would always end up here and this beautiful lady would give me some water and food and then she would take me back home. 

Finally the door opened revealing a tall and muscular guy with black hair and blue eyes. He seemed dangerous but I though nothing of it. That until I heard some extream growling from inside the house. I silently walked towards the window and saw a blonde girl, a black guy and Isaac all tied up with chains, eyes glowing yellow, claws coming out from their finger tips. I accidently gasped and all the attention was turned to me. “Y/N NO!” Isaac yelled as I run away as fast as I could.

Beacon Hills High, 10.52 am

What ever was that I saw last night I tried to forget. I tried to forget it but I couldn’t. All I could think of was how my boyfriend’s eyes were glowing yellow and how he seemed deadly and dangerous. For the whole morning I managed to avoid him but luck didn’t stay on my side for long. When I was walking to my History class I bumped on his chest. All I could do was get lost in the relaxing cologne of the boy I seemed to fall in love with. “Y/N,” he said looking down at me. I tried to avoid eye contect cause what I had to say was not something I was proud of. “Are you ok?” He asked when he saw I didn’t reply. “About what you saw last nig-” “Don’t even bother,” I interupted, “I think it would be better if we are no longer together.” I said looking down ashamed to leave him like this. “No, no! What are you talking about! I lov-” “Save it. If you did you wouldn’t lie to me.” I said and looked him straight in the eye. “But you would be scared!” He said not understanding my reason to call things quits. “Yes, but I would understand. I would take some time to think about it and maybe, just maybe, I would try to help. But I wouldn’t really be able to, cause you seem to have become a monster.” I said, the last few words making my heart break as they left my mouth, but it seemed to be true. He was a supernatural monster.

He stared into her dark brown eyes that reminded him of Belgian chocolates trying to compose himself but his emotions got the better of him and he yelled exasperated “Why didn’t you fight for me dammit? Why did you not ask me to come back to you when I told you I met someone why did you tell me that you hope I’m happy and let me go? We were together for three years and had you asked me to stay.. I would have.”

She smiled and then sadly said “I did not fight for you because I could not. It did not feel right to me. You’re the person who knows me best, you’re the one who sees behind my masks and you’re the one who allowed me to take my walls down and let you in therefore you know that when I love.. I love unselfishly. I love with  all my heart and all my soul never expecting anything in return. When I love… I love fiercely.. and I love till the day they decide they stop loving me and they move on.. and even then for a very long time after.. I still love them.. and that’s why I could not fight for you.

When I love someone, I make a promise to myself that I will only be in their lives as long as they need me and the minute they move on or find someone who makes them happier then I will let them go no matter how painful it may be because all I could ever want for someone I love is peace, joy and happiness. So when you told me you met her and you were meeting her that night… yes.. it crushed me.. it broke my heart.. and I spent endless nights wondering why I was not good enough for you.

Then somewhere along the line.. I let you go for all I wanted was for you to be happy even if it meant I was not the one who was making you happy. I think you know me well enough to understand that I am someone who will give up what makes her happy for the sake of someone she loves and in this case… I gave you up.. for your own sake. But for now you will remain the only man I’ve ever loved who still has my respect. You will remain the only man I’ve loved who still has a place in my heart. For now, you are the only man I’ve ever loved who I would probably love again. For now.. I hope that’s enough for you.”


~Excerpts from the book I’ll never write #248


3:00 am


Paring: Daveed X Reader
Word Count: 2306
Warnings: Alcohol, and cussing.
A/N: This is my first Daveed fic! Hope you like it!

You sat on the couch with a blanket wrapped around your body like a tortilla. You glanced up at the figure in your kitchen waiting for the popcorn. He was dark skinned and had a wild mess of hair on his head, his dark brown eyes and his smile gave you butterflies every time. Eventually, he got the popcorn and poured it into a bowl. He walked over to you and set it on the coffee table.

He laughed at the position you were in. “What are you doing?” He asked.

“I’m being a burrito, Daveed.” You answered, smiling up at him.

“Well, you’re a cute burrito,” Daveed said laughing and sat down next to you.

You blushed slightly and tried to wiggle out of the blanket. Sooner or later you huffed in defeat. “I can’t move.”

He, once again laughing, looked for the beginning of the blanket. Once found, Daveed unwrapped you and pulled you close to him. You snuggled up against his chest as he laid the blanket over the two of you.

You grabbed the remote from under the blanket. “Ready?” You asked.

He snaked an arm around your waist and kissed the top of your head. “Yup.”

You smiled and pressed play on ‘the imitation game’.

Are you paying attention? Good. If you’re not listening, you will miss things…” the TV rambled on. You tried to your best ability to stay awake yet to no avail, you dozed off, settling into Daveed’s warm embrace.

Eventually, you were awoken by the gentle shaking of the man next to you. “Y/N…” he whispered.

You groaned in response and he laughed. “The movie’s over, come on let’s go to bed.”

He stood up which allowed for you to plop fully on the couch. You opened your eyes slightly to see Daveed turning off the TV. He came back over to you and you closed your eyes again, resisting a smile.

“I can see you smiling.” He said, standing over you.

You opened your eyes allowing the smile to form fully. “I’m still not moving from this couch.”

“I guess I’ll have to move you myself then,” he swooped you up and held you bridal style.

“Daveed!” You screamed.

He laughed and carried you to your room. He gently laid you on the bed and moved to the other side. “Why couldn’t you just let me sleep on the couch?” You whined.

“Because,” he said sliding into bed. “I don’t like sleeping without you, and I know you can’t sleep without me, admit it.”

Smiling, you snuggled closer to him and he held you in his arms. “Yeah, your right.”

Sleep overtook you as you listened to Daveed’s steady breathing, which steadied your own. Your eyes drifted close and your mind settled into rest.

You opened your eyes and looked at the sunshine, you smiled, you had always been a morning person. You turned to look at the sleeping giant next to you, his tangle of curls fell over his face and covered his eyes. “Daveed,” You whispered.

He groaned and turned the other way, you laughed and got an idea. You sat up and moved on top of him, with your back to him. You leaned back and flung your limbs over the bed. Your hair was sprawled out over Daveed’s shoulders and face, you felt his hands gently move it out of his face. His chest vibrated with laughter as he wrapped you in a hug. You began laughing and curled your knees to your chest. He rolled off the side of the bed still holding you.

“Put me down!” You laughed, wiggling in his grasp.

“You asked for this,” he responded burying his head in your shoulder.

He set you down and turned you towards him, his hands on your waist. He leaned down and kissed you deeply. You squeaked and returned the kiss as your eyes fluttered shut.

“What am I going to do with you,” he smiled at you as he broke away from you.

You smiled a sly grin. “Well…” You moved to him grasping the edges of his shirt. He smiled wider and raised an eyebrow at you. “You can..” Pulling at his shirt, you pushed him back. “Catch me.” Your eyes sparked with mischief, and you ran out of the room, past the kitchen and into the laundry room.

“Y/N…” you heard Daveed groan. You climbed up onto the dryer and sat in the dark, waiting for the giant to find you.

You stifled a laugh as you heard him trudge through the house. You glanced at the garage door and planned your escape for when he found you. You slowly stood up from the dryer and tried not to make noise, you failed, crashing your foot into a basket. You heard the footsteps stop and began to head in your direction. “Shit.”

You moved to the garage door and turned the handle. “Ah-ha!” You heard Daveed say as you bolted out into the garage. You were too late, he grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder.

“Nooooooooooooo!” You screamed while laughing.

Daveed walked back into your bedroom and plopped you onto the bed. You scrambled to get up but Daveed fell on top of you, holding you down. “You’re not going anywhere,” he mumbled.

You squirmed beneath him. “Get off!” You said breathlessly. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you to him, laying on his side. You gave up and laid sprawled out as he buried his head in your hair.

“Don’t you dare fall asleep again.” You said glancing back at him.

He buried his head further into your hair and mumbled. “Too late.”

“Daveeeeddd,” you groaned. “I’m hungry.”

He sighed and sat up still holding you against him. “Okay.”

You both got up and headed towards the kitchen. You reached up for a bowl, standing on your toes, but someone beat you to it. He reached up and grabbed it for you, “I could’ve gotten that,” You huffed.

He laughed, “No you couldn’t,” He responded looking down at you. You sighed and walked over to the cabinets and grabbed the cereal and to the fridge for milk.

Walking hand and hand, you and Daveed were on your way to a bar to meet up with Rafa. You walked in and made your way through the crowd to the brown haired man.

“Hey, Diggs!” He exclaimed, greeting his best friend.

“Rafa!” He responded hugging him.

“Hey Raf,” You said, walking out from behind him.

“Y/N!” He said pulling you into a hug as well. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Right back ‘atcha,” you said before Daveed slipped an arm around you. He leaned down and kissed the top of your head, you smiled and rested your head on his shoulder.

The three of you moved to a table and watched the band play. Rafa left to get a drink of the bar and you and Daveed just watched the crowds of people. Rafa came back and you took a sip of the beer, not really feeling up to drinking. You glanced through the crowds again then over to the bar, that’s when you saw a familiar face.

“Adam Reed?” You muttered.

“Huh?” Daveed looked at you while drinking his beer.

“Adam Reed,” You said again. “He was my best friend in high school, I haven’t seen him in forever!” You stood up and walked over to him.

“Adam!” You tapped him on the shoulder, he turned, his face showing confusion then changing it to happiness.

“Y/N!” He stood and looked at you.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were here?” You asked.

He examined you, looking up and down your body. “I guess I forgot.”

You shook the weird feeling in your gut and pulled him into the hug. “It’s great to see you again.” You looked over his shoulder to see Daveed watching you closely. You rolled your eyes and broke apart from him.

“You too,” he said holding you by your shoulders. “Uh, you look great.”

“Thanks?” You said uncomfortably.

“Why don’t I buy you a drink?” He asked and sat down at the bar. He called the bartender over and asked for two of the strongest drinks.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” You asked before glancing back at the table Daveed and Rafa sat at, they were gone. You looked around but couldn’t find them.

“Possibly,” he said handing a drink to you.

You shrugged and began drinking. You spent most of the night catching up with Adam, he was a news reporter and his mom got a promotion last week. He kept buying drinks for you, you stopped after your fifth and refused another. You felt a little dizzy, a voice called out to you. You snapped your head in the direction of the voice.

You turned towards Adam and stood up, “I’m gonna go, I’ll see you later.”

Adam stood up and grabbed you by your waist. You went in for a hug and he went in for the kiss. He kissed you hard and your eyes widened, you pushed against his chest but he pulled you closer.

You turned your head, causing him to stop kissing you. You looked up and saw a tall figure storming out of the bar. “Daveed!” You cried out. You broke free of Adams grasp and raced to the door.

You opened the door and walked outside, Rafa rushed past you and to Daveeds side, he glared back at you. Tears laced your eyes, “Let me explain!” You cried. Tears started falling down your cheeks.

Footsteps came out of the bar and towards you. It was Adam, “Y/N, I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t know.” He grabbed your hand to turn you around.

“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME!” You yelled, ripping your hand out of his grasp.

You walked down the sidewalk and headed home, as you rounded the corner into your house you saw Daveed walking out of it with a duffle bag. Rafa was waiting in his car, he saw you and looked towards Daveed.

You ran to him and grabbed his arm, “Daveed, wait,” Daveed looked at you tears threatening to fall from his own eyes.

“Why don’t you go cry on the shoulder of Adam.” He said his voice filled with poison.

“No, Daveed it wasn’t-” You began.

Daveed cut you off, “You spent the entire night with him and when I come to get you, your all over him.”

You let go of him and he opened the car door. “Daveed it was an accident!”

You watched them drive off, you walked through the house and collapsed in front of the couch. A few moments later someone came walking through your door, you looked up and saw Jasmine staring back at you.

“Adam called me…” She trailed off.

The next couple of days you didn’t eat, you barely slept and you didn’t go outside. Jasmine came over every day to check on you. She tried her best to keep you company and to sooth you, but your only remedy would be Daveed.

Daveed sat on Rafa’s couch and stared blankly at the TV. Someone knocked at the door and Daveed looked at Rafa who was at his desk. “Expecting someone?” he asked.

Rafa shook his head and moved to get the door. As soon as it opened Jasmine stormed through the apartment and glared at Daveed who was now on his feet. He had bags under his eyes and his hair was a mess, Anthony came in behind Jasmine and closed the door.

“It’s been two weeks,” She said here voice stinging with anger. “You haven’t seen her since then, IT WASN’T HER FAULT!” Her voice raised at the end of her sentence. “That, asshole came on to her and you didn’t even give her a chance to explain!”

Anthony placed a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to calm her, Rafa stood frozen at the door. “I-I…” Daveed attempted, at loss of words.

“She hasn’t eaten, I’ve barely managed to get her to drink something! She doesn’t sleep except for moments when she’s too exhausted and she cries herself asleep.” She stared at Daveed her gaze softening. “My best friend is falling apart because… because of you…” her voice cracked.

“Oh my god…” Daveed whispered. He looked at Rafa who opened the door and headed to his car, with Daveed following close behind.

He got to your house and opened the door looking around frantically for you. You sat up in the bed as Daveed opened the door. He looked at you, your eyes were red and you also had bags under your eyes, your mouth quivered when you saw him standing there. Tears began flooding your vision. He rushed over to you and pulled you into his embrace.

“Shh…” He whispered tears falling from his eyes as well. “I-I’m so so sorry.”

You leaned into him and he gripped you tighter like he never wanted to let you go ever again. Rafa walked in the room with Jasmine and Anthony behind him. He turned around and rushed them out. They left the house and left you and Daveed alone.

Daveed laid down on the bed dragging you with him. “I will never leave you again, I’m so sorry.”

You buried your head into his chest. The tears began to subside and you relaxed your tense body. You haven’t been able to sleep or be comfortable in two dang weeks. He was back, he was holding you like his life depended on it. “It’s okay,” You whispered.

He sighed in relief and kissed your head. “I love you, so much”

“I love you too.” You said as you fell into a comfortable sleep. Daveed laid his head on yours and cuddled you.


Summary: You and Calum have been best friends for as long as you can remember and flashing the light of your rooms has become a signal that you need each other. ((this is a long one guys but I’ve been inactive for like a year so see it as a big comeback lol))

You’re 5 years old and the light flashes twice. You’re already in bed, but not yet asleep, and the flashing lights pull you out of bed and towards the window like an invisible cord. On the opposite side of your window is another window, one belonging to your neighbor. The houses are close together, in your street, and you see the familiar boy standing in front of his window.

“Did you flash the light?” you ask.

“Yes,” Calum answers. “I need to tell you a secret, but you have to promise you won’t laugh.”

You and Calum have been living next to each other your whole lives, and he’s always been your friend. You don’t even remember how you met; you assume you were just babies, because your mom is such good friends with his mom. You just know he’s always been there, and he’s always been nice to you, even though he teases his sister all the time, and surely that grants him the one wish of you not laughing.


“I think there’s a monster in my room.” You notice his voice is shaky.

You frown. “Well, I can’t help you with that. Go tell your mommy and daddy. They can beat it up.” Because at 5 years old, you didn’t think there was any problem out there that couldn’t be fixed by parents.

“I already told them,” Calum says, sounding a bit annoyed with you. As if it’s your fault there’s a monster in his room. “They don’t believe me. They say I just need to go to sleep. But if I go to sleep, the monster could eat me!”

“Leave the lights on,” you offer him. “Monsters don’t like light.” You don’t know if that’s an actual fact, but you’re sure you saw it in a cartoon once.

“Mom would be mad if I left the light on.” Sure enough, Calum’s room, behind him, is dark. After flashing the light, he turned it back off.

You yawn. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do about it, then.” It’s late, and you just wanna go to bed. Calum never wants to go to bed; you know that, because he always throws a tantrum when his mom tells him it’s bed time. But you like sleeping, because it lets the dreams into your head.

“Come sleep with me.” You look up in surprise, but Calum looks completely serious. “You can come over Mali’s way.”

There’s a plank of wood between your roof and Calum’s. Mali-Koa, his sister, always uses it to sneak over to your house and talk to your sister, Natalie. They’re best friends, just like you and Calum. But you’ve never used the plank, cause you’d have to climb out of your window first, and that seems scary.

You sigh. But he is your best friend. And Natalie once told you that best friends do everything for each other, so you can’t really say no. Very carefully, you swing your leg out of the window.

“Don’t be scared,” says Calum, and you shoot him an angry look.

“You’re the one that’s scared of monsters!”

He doesn’t say anything after that, and just watches you as you slowly but steadily make your way out of your house and onto the plank. As soon as you reach his window, his tiny hands wrap around your arms and help you into his room.

You’re not scared of monsters. You know that if the monster really was dangerous, one of your cartoon hero’s would come to save you. But you’re still a little nervous, so you quickly jump onto the bed.

Everyone knows monsters that live under beds can’t come out from under them.

Calum joins you, a content look on your face. “You know,” he says, “I won’t forget this. You’re gonna be my best friend forever and ever.”

“Yeah,” you smile, “forever and ever.” And you close your eyes.


You’re 7 years old and the light flashes twice. Normally it’s Calum using the emergency call, but this time you have no other option. All you can do is hope he’ll answer.

He does; within seconds he appears in front of his window and opens it. It’s raining, tonight, big droplets of water crashing down onto your roofs.

“What’s wrong?” he says with a worried tone in his voice, when he sees you. You’ve been crying, and your eyes are red and your face is blotched and you can barely get the words out of your mouth.

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I dunno, I’ve been feeling a little overwhelmed and off lately, so I just needed some Bokuto hugs.

Kuroo draws in a shaky breath, his gaze fixed on his hands.  With a sigh, he squeezes his eyes shut and draws his knees to his chest.

He has no reason to be upset.  He’s doing fine in university.  He’s almost the point of being a regular on the volleyball team, even as a first year.  He’s kept in contact with his friends back home, and has met plenty of new ones.

Most days he’s completely fine.

But some days, he’s not.

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I'm Sorry

Originally posted by sadm3m3

Requested By: @alexx775

Request: Hi, can you do a imagine about reader being Luke’s sister but is in love with Percy and she helps him to return Lighting Bolt to Zeus (Percy is also in love with her) thank you😊💕

Warnings: None

Percy insisted that I go back to camp. That I shouldn’t go with him, that it was ‘too dangerous’. First of all, if it’s too dangerous for me, then it sure as Tartarus is too dangerous for him. I will not let him do this alone. He can’t keep me safe forever. He’s my best friend, but I love him. In a more than a friend way.

“Percy, listen. I understand your concern for me, I do really. But Luke will find out sooner or later. He may not know that I helped you return the bolt, or helped you get the fleece or any of that, but he is very suspicious of me. I haven’t been to a lot of the meetings lately.” I told him.

“Y/N. Luke doesn’t know that you’re a spy for us. He thinks that you are part of his army. If he found out the truth, he would kill you. You’ve told us too much valuable information.” He responded, looking straight into my eyes.

“He would never kill me. I’m his sister. We have the same mom. Same dad. Same blood. We grew up together. Even though he’s done all of the things he’s done, I would never kill him. I love him.” I say, staring back at him.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I just can’t risk you get-”

“You will not keep me from fighting the war that either saves or destroys Olympus, Percy! Everybody is going to be out there fighting! You are going to need all of the people you can get! You are going to need me! You and me, we fight 10 times better together! It will be an advantage! I’m sorry Percy, but this isn’t your choice. I’m fighting.” I say losing my temper.

He doesn’t respond at first but finally, “You’re right. Fine. You can stay.”

He and I walk out of his room that he has been staying in the past few nights. I’m late. Today is the last day of the Second Titan War.

As soon as we reach the lobby, everybody turns and looks at us.

“Friends!” Percy yells. “I know we have lost many. They went down fighting. And I don’t know a lot, but I do know this. That I will fight until I can no longer fight. I will fight even if I’m the last man standing. Because Kronos and his little goons can try tear down Olympus, but I will NOT let him do it without a fight. WHOS WITH ME?!”

“ME!” Everybody, including myself scream.

“Alright. You all know your stations. Good luck. Now. Demigods let’s roll out!” Percy finishes his speech.

Time Skip

I look around me. Everybody is fighting, people lay on the ground dead, my friends, my enemies. I’m standing in a blood bath. But none the less, I will continue to fight.

“Percy?!” I yell.

“Y/N, come on!” I hear him say, and I look over and see him at the entrance of the Empire State Building.

I run to him.

“Annabeth is already up there! Come on! We have to help her!” Percy exclaims.

I will admit that I did feel a pang of jealousy. I had a feeling that Percy had feelings for Annabeth. And I thought about this as I followed up to the elevator that lead up to Olympus.

Finally we reached the throne room. What I saw did not look good,

Luke looked different. He looked sick, and older. His hair seemed to be grayer, and his eyes looked full of anger and hatred. This was not my brother. But it was him. And he was fighting Annabeth. She looked tired and worn down. I knew she wouldn’t be able to fight much longer.

Before Percy could do anything, I took a step closer to the two and yelled, “LUKE!”

Luke stopped fighting and looked at me. A laugh erupted from his lips.

“I am not Luke, girl. I am Kronos.”

“Potato pototo, tomato tomoto, potato tomato, pototo tomoto.” I say.

He looked very confused.

“Look. Luke, I know you are in there. Somewhere. Don’t let this lunatic take control of you. Please. Do it for me.”

He laughed again. “Young girl. Luke does not care about you. He does not care about anybody.”

I look over at Annabeth, who was ready to make the final blow, waiting for my que. I nod. “Do it.”

She rammed her knife into his back. Luke let out an earth shaking scream. And in that moment, all of the hatred, anger, revenge, and sadness, left his eyes. He looked like himself again. When he finally stopped screaming, he looked around, confused.

His eyes spotted me. “Y/N?”

“It’s me Luke.” I said as I ran to him.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He whispered.

“Why are you apologizing? You did what we wanted.”

He smiled a little bit. “I knew you were never on my side little sis. I knew.”

My eyes widend, “For how long?”

“Since after Percy came back from the Sea of Monsters. You didn’t come with me onto the Princess Andromena. And I knew you were with Clarrise. My spies told me.”

“Luke I’m sorry. I just couldn’t do what you wanted. That’s not me.”

“I know Y/N. I know.”

He turned towards Annabeth, and held out his hand. I knew he wanted the knife. “Annabeth. Let me finish it. Let me kill Kronos. Only I can do it.”

“No Luke. You’ll die.” She responded, tears streaming down her face.

“I know.”

It took her a second before she finally gave in. She handed him the knife.

He looked at me. “I love you Y/N. Know that.”

“I love you too Luke.”

He smiled. I turned and ran to Percy. He wrapped his arms around me, he knew what I was thinking. I couldn’t watch.

I heard Luke say, “Annabeth, did you ever love me? You know, more than a friend?”

“Luke I loved you. But never in that way.” Annabeth responded.

And then, I heard the knife pierce his skin. Luke yelled out in pain, and finally everything went quiet, after his body collapsed to the ground.

Time Skip

I saw Percy sitting in the pavilion all alone. I knew  he was thinking, so being me, I decided to ruin his quietness.

“Hey Fishy.” I say, as I sit next to him.

“Hey Thief.” He chuckles.

“Watcha doin?” I ask.

“Thinking.” He responds.

I pull out a small cupcake. “Happy Birthday, Percy.”

He looks down at the cupcake. He picked it up, examining it in his hands.

“Tyson helped.” I say.

“That explains why the icing looks like cement.”

We both laugh. He splits it as best as he could and we eat it. “Thanks.”

“You’re very welcome.”

I see him look up. I follow his gaze. Annabeth. He was looking at her. She was talking with her half siblings.

“You know. You should just go ask her out.” I say.

“What?!” Percy laughs.

“You heard me.”

“And what makes you think that I want to ask her out?”

“Percy, you’re my best friend. I know you. The way you talk about her. The way you look at her. Just go ask her out.”

“Well. FYI. I do like a girl. But Annabeth isn’t her.”

“Oh? Then who might that girl be?” I ask, hoping it was me, but knowing he wasn’t going to say it.

“You.” He whispers.

Okay. I was not expecting that. I think I nearly fainted. He looked at me. I guess I looked extremely surprised, because Percy looked disappointed.

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way.” He says, as he starts to get up.

“No!” I exclaim. I pull him back down and kiss him.

Of course, our kiss was interrupted by the one and only Clarrise. “Finally! I think these two love birds need to cool off! To the lake!”

All the campers pick us up, but I didn’t care. I was laughing so hard I couldn’t breath. I looked over at Percy and he was doing the same. Then, I was falling and I splashed into the lake. I didn’t take a breath of air before I went under, so I was starting to swim back up to the surface. A hand grabbed my arm. I looked down and Percy was creating and air bubble. As soon as it was around our heads, Percy leaned in and kissed me. And it was the best underwater kiss ever.

How to be Best Friends Forever, a step by step guide.

A great story by EZmisery.

Hi! I’m so glad you’re reading this!

If you’re here then you probably want to learn how to be best friends forever! That’s great! Having a BFF is the best thing in the world. You can talk to them, you can just hang out, play videos games, eat snacks. Just all great things. It’s really the best. Obviously I think so, since I’m writing this.

Anyway, I bet you want to get to step one. But you need to be patient. JUST BE PATIENT. I mean, hold on a second. I’m getting ready. I need a little bit of time.

Step 1: Find your friend!

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My Weakness

Reader Request: can I request something? Something similar to “not just a one night fling"but instead of a fight, the reader gets badly shaken up by a hunt and really scared. Maybe a ghost or wendigo and dean has to calm her down and eventually admit feelings for her? (Requested by @freyawildflowersandlight )

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,934

Warnings: None really. Just a little bit of weakness :)

Author’s Note: God, I hope you all like this one. I wanted to go off by an experience I had but changed it at the last minute because it would result in a longer fic, which I might do if…yeah lol please enjoy and let me know what you think.


“Y/N, you sure you up for this?”

I sighed and looked up at Dean from the rearview mirror. “Of course I am. Who wouldn’t I be up for an easy salt and burn case?”

“But it’s not just a salt and burn, Y/N,” said Sam from the passenger seat. He turned his head to look at me. “The history you have with-”

“I’ll be fine,” I said loudly, cutting him off.

Dean said nothing but stared hard at me for a few seconds before turning his eyes back on the road.

A half hour of awkwardness in the Impala, and then Dean parked it outside of the two-story house.

My eyes slowly looked out my window and like if on cue, lightning flashed across the sky, followed by the low rumble of thunder. I suppressed a shudder and turned my attention to the brothers, who were staring up at the house, their eyes scanning the property.

I cleared my throat. “So we doin’ this or what?”

Dean looked back at me. “Y/N, you know you don’t have to do this. Listen, why don’t you go back-”

“Let’s go,” I said, pushing the backseat door open and climbing out. Sam and Dean followed soon after.

The house looked the same as it did nearly thirteen years ago. The pasty blue paint that my mom had picked still clung to the wood with dear life, save for a few peels here and there. The windows still held that dark ominous look and I fought the urge to run back into the car.

“Not gonna lie,” muttered Dean once he and Sam got their weapons from the trunk before joining me on the pathway. “House looks pretty damn creepy.”

I swallowed. “Wait until you see the inside,” I mumbled before walking up the path toward the front door.

We opened the front door with the spare key under the welcome mat and stepped inside.

The hallway was dark, as was the living room to our left and study room to our left. The stairs leading upstairs cast a dark shadow down the hall, making it almost impossible to see the path leading to the kitchen.

“Alright,” came Dean’s gruff voice through the dark. “Sam, you check the kitchen, Y/N, you check the living room and I’ll check upstairs.”

I swallowed hard. “There’s a basement,” I said rather quickly. I cleared my throat. “Maybe I should check-”

“No, I’ll go,” interrupted Dean, eyeing me carefully. “Why don’t you go check upstairs for any hidden saves on the walls- Sam, you do the same in the kitchen and these two rooms. I’ll handle the basement.”

I gave a slight nod before turning my attention to the stairs leading to the second floor. Sam and Dean took down the hall, their low mutters faint as they disappeared toward their destinations.

Taking a deep breath, I climbed the steps, my heart racing inside my chest.

Too many memories in this godforsaken place. Fractured ankle on these very stairs- and all due to the very hellish spirit that we were hunting tonight, sleepless nights where I would lay in bed, the halls echoing with heavy footsteps, each time getting closer and closer to my bedroom door, waking up in the mornings with strange fingerprints on my arms and thighs, like someone was holding me down.

I reached the landing and my stomach tightened as my eyes zeroed in on my old bedroom door. That bedroom was the heart of the house. I knew it and it I knew it.

With my hand pressed over my heart to stop it from beating so fast, I walked over to the door and turned the knob.

The room was ice cold.

I held my breath as I stepped over the doorframe, finally entering the bedroom after thirteen years.

That was the first mistake I made.

The door slammed shut behind me. I quickly backed up against the wall.

Second mistake made.

I looked across the room and my heart dropped. There, standing near the bed was the very thing that had been haunting my dreams since the night I left this place.

He had a very daunting look about him. Almost like he was challenging me. He stood very tall, almost as tall as Sam, with his hoodie over his head, covering half his face.

I could never see his face.

I suppressed a shiver as the lamp near the bed flickered on and off like some sort of horror movie. Except this wasn’t a horror movie.

The spirit- or whatever the hell he was- twitched like some bad channel on the television before vanishing into thin air…only to appear in front of me, hoodie no longer hiding his face.

Kyle. His name was Kyle. He had first appeared to me when I was seven. Always promising to be my best friend forever. But as I got older, he grew angry. And he would hurt my parents and anyone who came near the house.

His eyes were sunken in, dark circles underneath. His mouth was stained with blood, and right on his forehead…a bullet wound.

“You came back,” he said, his voice an echo whisper.

Then, he flung me across the room, my back hitting the wall with a sickening crunch. He was on me then, pinning me to the wall, his eyes zeroing in on my heart.

“Now we can be together forever,” he whispered before plunging his hand into my chest, gripping my heart.

The bloodcurdling scream that escaped my lips vibrated the walls of the house. It ripped through my chest and strained against my veins, pushing its way out.

He squeezed tighter, his vice grip freezing my heart with every passing second. My whole body was going numb and my screams were slowly draining from my body.

It was then that the bedroom door burst open and Dean shot the ghost, dispersing him for a moment.

I gasped and fell to my knees, my hand over my heart. Darkness threatened to cloud over me but I fought against it as I looked up at Dean.

He rushed over to me and had his hands on my face instantly. “You okay?” he asked. “Y/N, we have to move. We need-”

The rest of his words were cut off as he was flung carelessly across the room. The ghost had appeared again and he was glaring at me.

“Why are you trying to get rid of me?” he asked angrily. “We’re supposed to be best friends. You’re supposed to die so we can be together!”

I shook my head, tears threatening to fall. “I’m not your friend, Kyle,” I nearly sobbed. “I never was. Now please, leave these people alone.”

Dean watched my interaction, body tensed and full on alert. He had reached for his gun and was now pointing it at Kyle, his lips pursed and ready to pull the trigger.

“Come with me,” said Kyle, making me drift my eyes to him again.

I shook my head. “No, Kyle.”

If there was one thing I remembered about Kyle, it was that he had always had a bad temper. He never liked when I said no. That was how I had fractured my ankle when I was young. He had pushed me down the stairs when I refused to play with him.

Kyle lunged at me then, his transparent being fell into mine and I felt my whole body freeze up.


I couldn’t see. Everything was black. The loud static noise in my ear was deafening and i opened my mouth to scream but I felt like someone had their hands around my neck, blocking any air flow.

“Fuck!” I heard Dean yell as he fell to his knees next to me. “Shit, Y/N, can you hear me? Can you- SAM GET UP HERE RIGHT NOW!”

I heard hurried footsteps scurry into the room and Sam was beside me then.

“Give me the salt, dammit!” yelled Dean frustratedly.

Next thing I knew, the coldness had evaporated into nothing and I was staring up at Kyle, who was a few feet away, his angry yells filling the room.

“My necklace,” I managed to choke out, reaching for the thread around my neck. “It was his. Burn the fucking thing.”

Dean ripped the necklace from my throat in a heartbeat and quickly lit it up, setting Kyle on fire as well. He screamed as his spirit disintegrated into nothing, leaving only behind the smell of burnt ash.

The room fell silent.

My bottom lip trembled as I stared at the spot where Kyle had been. I had been so close. So fucking close to joining him. I could feel him inside me, trying to rip my life away. I could feel his cold hands around my throat and squeezing.

Had it not been for Dean to shove salt down my throat, I don’t think I would be alive right now.

“Y/N, you good? Are you hurt?” he asked, worry dripping from every word.

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t talk. The loud thrumming in my ears made me close my eyes and let a few tears roll down my face.

“Dean, let’s take her back to the motel,” said Sam as he kneeled down next to me. “She’s probably in shock.”

I blinked and focus my attention on the boys instead. “I-I’m okay. Guys, I-I’m okay.”

But in truth, I wasn’t. I was trying so hard not to break down right then and there. What would Sam and Dean say? I didn’t want them thinking that I was some weak link that they needed to get rid of. It would hurt like hell if that ever came to happen. Especially if it was Dean that said it.

I mean, I knew I wasn’t a great hunter like they were. I would never get to their level. Wouldn’t even dream of it, actually. I had only become a hunter two years ago…and it was all thanks to Sam and Dean. Had it not been for that rogue vampire that killed my best friend two years ago, this whole hunting life would have never existed to me.

But it did. And I wanted to hunt those monsters.

Dean had been hesitant at first. He didn’t want someone like me, who didn’t know the life, to be holding them back. But Sam had been kind enough to vouch for me, saying that I was just doing what they were doing and that if they had said no, I’d just hunt the vampire down myself. Dean caved in after that, saying he’d rather have me within eyesight than find me dead in an alleyway due to my carelessness. So for two years I tagged along with the Winchesters, hunting vampires, ghosts, even demons. I was still fairly new.

And then this case happened.


The ride back to the motel was silent.

Every now and then Dean would glance at his rearview mirror to look at me and I would stare back, never blinking.

Since my stay with the Winchesters, I had grown close to them. I loved Sam like a brother. He was always looking out for me and usually took my side with arguments with his older brother, Dean. But with Dean? Now he was one for the history books. Well…my history book. I had developed a huge crush on the green eyed man. Sure he was off limits, he had said so himself when some random girl tried to get with him at the bar, but that didn’t stop me from fantasizing about a possible relationship with the older Winchester.

Not that it would ever happen.

Especially after tonight. He probably thought I was such a girl. A stupid, naïve ‘little’ girl who couldn’t handle a damn ghost without almost passing out in fear.

Dean pulled into the parking lot of the motel and parked the car in front of our room. We climbed out of the car without a word and walked toward our room.

I felt my body start to tremble again and my vision blurred with unshed tears.

Weak. You’re fucking weak, Y/N. It was a stupid ghost. Nothing special. He was NOT special to you.

Sam opened the door and just as I was about to follow him, Dean stepped in front of me, blocking my path.

I closed my eyes and turned around instead, walking back out to the parking lot. I couldn’t face Dean and his questions. I knew he wanted to know about Kyle. Why he wanted me dead. Why I fucking cried my eyes out after Dean burned him into oblivion.

“Y/N, wait up!”

I walked faster.

“Fuck. Y/N- what the hell?”

He caught my arm and pulled me around to face him. His green eyes searched my Y/E/C and he shook his head lightly.

“What’s wrong?”

I scoffed. “What’s wrong? Dean, my whole fucking life is a screwed up mess!” I shook my head and wiped away the angry tears that were now falling down my face.

Dean stared at me, his expression that of confusion. “What are you talking about?”

I closed my eyes, willing my tears away. “How fucked up can I be that I cried over some stupid ghost who wanted to kill me so that I can be with him for all eternity?”

Dean said nothing.

I opened my eyes. “I have never been so scared in my life. But tonight- with Kyle- I thought I was done for. I swear I thought I was done for and I was so scared that I was never going to get a chance to tell-”

I stopped myself and swallowed hard. Fuck. I was about to admit my feeling for Dean. I couldn’t have that. Not right now. Not ever. He would never want to be with a girl like me.

“I get it,” he said, his voice deep and low. “I, uh, I mean, I-I never thought I’d be so scared of anything in my life either but…”

He trailed off and I crossed my arms over my chest, my heart fluttering at how close we were.

Dean stared at me for what felt like the longest time before he stepped closer to me, our toes touching. He raised his hands and gently cupped my face.

“But nothing happened to you, Y/N,” he mumbled, his eyes flicking down to my lips for a flash of a second before locking eyes with me. “You’re right here. With Sam. With me.”

I hated myself for letting the tears fall freely. “I-I’m a weak person, Dean. I practically let Kyle inside and almost let him kill-”

“But you didn’t,” said Dean, cutting me off. “If you were weak, you wouldn’t have screamed. You would have let that son of a bitch freeze your heart and…” he shook his head, “what would I have done?”

His hands were still on my face and I felt myself leaning my head in slightly, closer to him.

“Now, this may not have been an easy hunt, but Y/N,” he licked his lips, “you are not weak. And so fucking what if you got scared? Kyle was a part of your life…for the longest time. So you froze up. So fucking what? You’re human, that’s what you do. That doesn’t make you weak.”

I sniffed.

Dean smiled sadly at me. “Weakness is keeping quiet.” He inched closer to me. “Weakness is letting the days, hours, minutes…seconds go by without saying those meaningful words that keep getting sucked back inside your throat. Weakness,” he closed the distance and pressed his forehead against mine, “is never letting myself have this moment.”

My eyes fluttered shut at the contact, shivers running up and down my spine as I felt his hand rest on my low back, pushing me closer to him.

Dean sighed. “Kyle may have had your childhood, Y/N, but he’s gone now. You don’t have to be afraid anymore.” His nose nudged mine playfully. “I’ll take care of you.”

My heart skipped a beat. Was this actually happening? I had to be dreaming. Either I had passed out in the Impala or Dean Winchester had just admitted his feelings for me.

“In case you haven’t noticed,” he mumbled, “I just sort of, kind of, poured my heart out to you.”

Despite my current emotional state, I let out a breathless laugh. “Well, in case you haven’t noticed, I’ve been sort of, kinda of, crushing on you over the past two years.”

Dean pulled back at that. “What? Two years?” he asked looking down at me. I nodded. He sighed, an amused smile on his face. “If I had known you felt the same back then, I would have done this a long time ago.”

He wrapped a hand around my neck and pulled me to him, his mouth capturing mine in a tender kiss.

“Dean?” I asked when we pulled away.

“Mm?” he asked, leaning his forehead against mine once again.

“Thank you.”

He pulled back, a small smile on his lips. “For what?”

I stared at his green eyes for a moment before pulling his mouth to mine. “For giving me this moment,” I muttered, kissing him again, only this time, I nipped at his lower lip.

He opened his mouth, allowing my tongue in and in an instant, had me pinned against the Impala, his hands gripping my waist tight.

“I’ve waited so long for this,” he breathed against my neck.

I grinned into his shoulder. “So have I.” Dean’s mouth was on mine again. “So have I,” I breathed.


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Requested by: Anon ♡

{A/N: Sorry this took forever! I was busy with school. I hope this is what you wanted and I hope you like it! Sorry if it’s not really that long.}

“What the fuck Rick?!” you yelled as your boyfriend Ricky pulled you into the house. “That’s what I’m asking you! What the fuck were you doing flirting with that other guy?!” he yelled, he was furious. You crossed your arms “I was just joking around with him, he was my best friend that I haven’t seen in forever, but apparently since I’m dating you, I’m not allowed to talk to anyone!” he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. “[Y/N], his hands were all over you for god’s sake!” he said a little calmer, but with fury in his ocean blue eyes. “We’re best friends, we used to do that all the time!” you yelled as he got a phone call “Look, we’ll talk about this another time, let’s just push all of this aside for today.” he said walking away to answer. You sighed and rolled your eyes and went upstairs and sat on your bed. You were on your phone when you felt a pair of eyes staring at you. You turned around and looked the door, where you 

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