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zanesgirlfriend · 5 years
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Take Care of Me | Zane Hijazi
Description: Zane asks for you all night, and once he gets hurt he refuses to go to the hospital without seeing you first. (based on vlog #538)
Requested?: yes by @lilyeehaw : Based on the davids vlog where Zane gets hurt and stass is here but he keep asking for Y/N and then she arrives and Stass gets mad and Zane confess his feelings for the reader and just fluff
A/N: I love this idea!! and thank you so much for requesting a Zane fic bc he is my mf baby and i love him! Also, I had to make this in 3rd person instead of 2nd person to tell the story the right way, so let me know if yall like that better. This is also hella long and i had to rewatch that vlog at least 30 times so enjoy.
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Zane had been drinking all night. He was drinking all night to try and escape the fact that he had a crush on her. Of course, there was Stassie. Everyone knew he had a tiny crush on Stassie, and that she had an ass to die for, but that was all physical. What Zane felt in his heart was for Y/N. He knew when he met her that she was meant for him. Zane tore himself up and wasted himself away because a couple kisses with Stassie drove Y/N farther from him than ever. Afterall, she couldn't be with someone that constantly lusted after somebody else.
Zane was way past tipsy and needed to take a break from hanging out with everybody. He laid on David's bed, texting Y/N for the millionth time that night, in many hopes of a response.
Y/N please come over
I wana see youuuuuu
i miss you a lot
we havent hung out in forveeeer
She glossed over his typos, knowing he was drunk. She wanted to see him too, but she knew something about Stassie wasn't right. Her jealousy was too intense when those two were together.
Is Stassie there?
Zane's eyes lit up. In his wobbly state, he couldn't tell that she was indifferent. He was too excited that she'd texted him back.
Yes and you should be here too
Y/N rolled her eyes and put her phone down. There was no way she could compare to Stassie, and she didn't wanna be in a competition she knew she would lose.
Y/N?? Are u coming over
pleaseeeeeee
She decided she needed a reason to be there. A reason other than 'he's cute.'
Why should I come over?
He racked his brain, trying to get it to stop spinning.
Bc i want u to take care of me
And that was the last she heard from him in a while. She had texted back "Stass can take care of you." and assumed that he had just realized she was right and stopped responding. Turns out she was very wrong.
Somewhere in between texts Zane had lost his Juul, which had found a home on the floor beneath David's bedside table. However, Stassie's Juul pod was in Zane's juul, and she wanted it back. She burst into the room, looking for Zane.
"Where's my pod?" Stass sat on the edge of the bed, causing Zane to sit up.
"It's in my Juul, my pod was empty." Zane slurred his words, attempting to focus on the woman in front of him.
"Okay, so where's your juul." Stassie was fed up with the drunk mess that was Zane. He felt around his chest and his pockets, searching for the device. "Zane." She was starting to get mad, and progressively getting louder.
All of their friends made their way into the bedroom, David filming all of it as per usual.
"What is going on?" David asked as he made his way over to Zane's side of the bed. David heard murmers of a Juul from Zane as Stassie yelled at him.
"Oh the Juul, are you looking for a Juul?" Zane and Stassie perked up, excited that David had found their precious vape.
"Yes!" Stassie giggled and Zane reached over to look for the Juul.
"I found one right here." David pointed towards the floor.
"No, yeah, it's actually mine." Zane slurred as his head spun. He made his way to the floor, grabbing the Juul.
"Zane, no, I will literall-" Stassie grabbed at Zane's clothes, knowing that he was too drunk to even pick up something. She climbed on his back, screaming his name many times, attempting to reach past him towards the Juul. Stassie ended up gettinng frustrated and stood up on the bed, pushing Zane to the floor with her foot.
Zane sat on the floor against the wall and hit the Juul. "Zane!" Stassie whipped Zane with a sweatshirt, attempting to get her pod back.
"Y/N would never treat me like this!" Zane said as he climbed up onto the bed. This pissed Stassie off to no end.
The rest of the group could be heard saying "Ohhhh" and "Shit, Stass." as she continued to whip Zane. In a flash of a second, Zane's drunkness overtook him. He attempted to stand up, but was so dizzy that he lost his balance. He fell backwards, twisting around, and smashing his head on the corner of a briefcase.
The world was spinning and Zane was in the center. He couldn't focus on what anyone was saying, and instead tried to balance himself. His hand instinctly went to his head, trying to stop the thumping pain in his skull.
"I really got hurt. I really got hurt." He repeated, standing and walking over to the bed. He laid down and tried to listen to pieces of what everyone was saying. The blood was dripping down his face and everyone was saying so many things, yet all he wanted was her. He knew this wouldn't have happened if she was here. She would've found his Juul for him, and helped keep him upright and make him drink water. She was supposed to take care of him.
"Zane you're bleeding!" David's words made it past his thoughts, and he seemed to sober up for a moment.
"Am I really bleeding?" Zane looked at his hand and knew that he fucked up. "Where's Y/N?" He kept asking.
"She's at her house. Zane you need to get up." David said as he and Natalie attempted to move the 200lb. man. Stassie was silent. She cared that Zane had gotten hurt, but she was pissed that he was still thinking about her. Stassie had no interest in dating Zane, but she really enjoyed his attention, and the attention his crush on her brought to the two of them.
The gang got Zane to the floor in a doorway, but thats as far as he would go. He kept whining about Y/N not being there.
"Zane, we have to go to the hospital, it's bad." Natalie leaned over him.
"Is it bad? Is it bad?" Zane lifted his hand off of his forehead and saw that his hand was covered in blood. "Awhhh, it's bad." He groaned. "I don't wanna go, though. I want Y/N to take care of me." Zane closed his eyes.
"Get her on the phone." David told Natalie.
Y/N was fast asleep, but woke up startled when she heard her phone ringing. Her clock said it was 3:04am, and she wondered who would call her right now. She picked up the phone after seeing Natalie's smiling contact picture.
"Hey." Her voice was groggy.
"Hey, um I'm sorry if you were asleep but Zane got hurt and refuses to go to the hospital." Natalie sounded calm, but then again she always sounds calm.
"Why does this involve me? I'm not his babysitter." She said, wanting to go back to sleep. She heard Natalie sigh before speaking again.
"I don't know he keeps saying he wants you, and that you're supposed to take care of him or something. Oh my God, David don't let the blood get on the walls." Natalie sounded slightly panicked now.
At the mention of blood, Y/N knew it was serious, and she also knew how stubborn Drunk Zane was. "Okay, I'm on the way." She got up, begrudgingly and somehow found her keys.
"Zane, Y/N is on the way." Natalie told the bleeding lump on the floor, causing him to immediately sit up.
"Yay!" His intoxicated brain seemed to still be working, so nobody was in too much of a panic.
"We gotta go to the hospital, I'm bleeding." Zane showed the camera the bloody towel in his hand, as if he had just realized he was injured.
"Yeah, can we go now?" Natalie asked, hoping for a positive answer.
"No, we have to wait for Y/N." Zane stood up, keeping pressure on the wound, and started to walk towards the living room. It was as if her being with Zane was more important than his health.
"Straight out of a fucking horror movie." Natalie had her hand on her head, annoyed and exhausted.
"Yeah its a whore-er movie. Hey Stass, you wanna be a part of this movie? Cause you're a whore?" Zane's lust for her had turned into anger and resentment towards Stassie.
"Oh, you wanna bleed some more?" Stassie joked, walking towards the group. Everyone laughed, but the laughter stopped abruptly when there was a knock on the door.
Y/N entered, wearing nothing but American Eagle Christmas boxers and a Clickbait t-shirt. Zane immediately ran up to her, attempting to give her a hug.
"Ewe, there's blood all over you please don't." She pushed him away, making Zane's heart hurt. Her heart really hurt though, when she found out that Stassie was the one that got him hurt. Stassie stood with her friend while Y/N talked to Zane, finally getting him to agree to go to the hospital. The whole group headed outside, stoping in the doorway while Natalie heated up the Tesla.
"I don't wanna put you in my Tesla 'cause I have white seats." David said to Zane.
"White seats." Zane stopped his sentence, trying to gather his thoughts. "Your friend's bleeding to death. White seats. I can't."
Y/N laughed as the camera panned towards her. Everyone piled into the Tesla, Stassie and her friend in the back-back seats, Zane and Y/n in the back, and David and Natalie in the front. Zane attempted to hold the Y/N's hand, but she wouldn't accept his bloody one. She was also pissed that she had been woken up in the middle of the night for this. In the end though she was glad that Zane had such an affinity for her, and seemed to finally prefer her over Stassie.
"It's 3:30 in the morning." David looked around the car as Natalie handed Zane another towel. The awarenesss of the time made Y/N even more tired. She leaned her head against the window, slowly falling asleep. She was aroused out of her mini slumber when David said loudly "Look at the last thing Zane posted on insta-stories!" Showing the camera and the car a picture of Zane in his glasses, smiling.
Y/N thought about how cute Zane was, and about how she wouldn't even be here right now if she didn't have a crush on Zane. But why couldn't she like someone normal, and sane? Why him? Why Zane?
"Raise your hand if you don't think Zane's gonna make it!" David said, raising his hand. Y/N and Natalie raised their hands as well, smiling at the joke.
"Zane, why'd you wake me up just so I could sit in a car with you?" Y/N was annoyed, and wanted to hear him say something nice about her to ease her frustrations.
"Because I want you to take care of me." Zane's puppy dog eyes stared at the beautiful bed-headed mess in front of him.
"The people at the ER can take care of you, I'm sitting here doing nothing." She tried to reason with him, not realizing that he means something else.
"I want you to take care of me forever, and make me a better person." Zane started, Y/N's expression softened. "This wouldn't have happened if I wasn't drunk, and I wouldn't have been drunk if you were mine." Zane couldn't stop speaking, the alcohol holding the gate open so his feelings could pour out.
Y/N got bright red, her stomach filled with butterflies. Everyone else in the car started to pay attention now, realizing Zane was being serious.
"I flirt with Stassie because I'm scared you don't like me, and then flirting with her pushes you away, and then I get sad that you're not around so I drink more, and I just wanna hold you and cuddle you. You make my heart go boom." Zane ruined the moment with his cheezy joke, but she appreciated it anyway. Stassie was really pissed now, a blank expression covering her face.
Y/N laid her head in Zane's lap. "If your blood drips on me, I'm never going on a date with you, ever." She smiled and slept the whole way to the hospital.
When they arrived at the hospital, Stass and her friend decided that its late, so they ubered home. Although everyone knew that she was mad that Y/N showed up, and didn't wanna be around her.
Y/N held Zane's hand while he got stitches, and lay on his hospital bed with him, her head on his shoulder, while they all waited for a nurse to return. When they thought she was asleep, and Zane had sobered up a bit, David asked him, "Dude, you really like her?" as if it was just a drunk thought.
Zane smiled while a nurse was cleaning up the blood that had dried on his face. "Yeah, I do." He rubbed her shoulder.
"Awww!" Natalie smiled at the pair, and took a picture of them so they could remember this for the rest of the long relationship that was to come.
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confidentlaughter · 7 years
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For the record, all you had to do was ask. ✌  I was arrested over a straw, ( an applicator i used to snort my coke, the ones from tampons are so perfect) but uhh, when we got to the jail i gave them the coke i had stuffed cause you know, contraband is WAY WORSE than a simple coke charge. um, i was was only in there for like two days?? one day in the local jail, second day in the parish jail. My bail was like $5000, so i had to sit and wait to talk to the commissioner who lowered it to $30. (thats not a typo, it was literally only 30 dollars to get me out of jail) I dont have to go back and do more time unless for dumb reason i violate my bond conditioning, which, since you’ve never been to jail, is a bunch a drug tests i have to take to make sure im staying clean. or well, its checking your levels to see if you’re getting clean, and as long as theres change you’re doing great! But they are HELLA spaced out, like i got arrested at the end of march, my first court date was like april 22nd i think, and my first drug test was may second?? I find out my results june 13th, and from there ill be scheduled more stuff.. But my actual COURT for my conviction isnt until im finished with bond. On to the BETTER stuff, Lawyers are your get out of trouble cards. I wont have clean record unless i become eligible for diversion, and for that to happen my felonies have to be dropped, IF its possible. Though, I wouldn’t mind a year of probation and a weed charge marking my record. its just the whole SCHEDULE II COCAINE is so ugly and irresponsible looking that i literally stay up late at night thinking about how no one will ever let me work for them because of it. Oh well, though. you know? you make your bed, you gotta lie in it. Now, how it happened? my friend had a missing headlight and we got pulled over, of course, Colin could have taken the charge, "like a noble dude” and the pot too, but I mean, why let him take responsibility when all of it was mine? None of it was his, not even the coke, so why would i let him go to prison over my habits?  Obviously, I wouldn’t. I’d been wanting to get sober, and I’d been trying SO HARD to do it on my own, but addiction is hard to overcome when your life is SHIT. Well, NOW i have no choice, and can see that the only reason my life was shitty in the first place was because i needed drugs to make me feel good. I still crave them, but its manageable, and I’m not like going crazy to get my hands on the next thing. I’m totally good staying inside on my computer or playing with Lila, teaching myself how to knit and crochet, and watching all my trashy shows. I can look into the mirror and appreciate the weight ive gained in 1 month, because now i dont look sick af and my skin looks healthy. My nose finally stopped bleeding, and thankfully is scar free. It was rough, but my mind is clear, and im thankful for that. im thankful that even though i have to pay a shit ton in lawyer and court fees, and probation fees, I’m sober and it feels so good.
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