#n i learnt so many new things about her... we usually meet in a group n it's always just a roulette of quick life nuggets

[savageday6]

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[violetarks]

"is that going to be a problem?"

anime: tokyo revengers

character: sano 'mikey' manjiro, mitsuya takashi

summary: the meeting commences and y/n makes sure that her gang shows no trace of fear for what's about to happen.

a/n: same spoilers as always and warnings, series masterlist here

taglist: @chaoticyuna @eriskaitto @kenmas-xbox @chosoisbaby @lagrimasdeglitter @kamikoii @achoomoos @netzukochannn @tomanprincess @ultraviolencezs

"It's been a few months since a new group joined Toman." Mitsuya called from his bike, catching the attention of Draken and Mikey beside him. The afternoon breeze flowed easily against them. "Feels a little exciting, doesn't it?"

Draken hums out, leaning back some more on his bike, "You're right. Who were the ones before the Ketsu-gang?"

Chifuyu, driving behind them, speaks up, "A bunch of middle school 'delinquents' that tried hitting on Hinata and Emma at the mall." Mitsuya and Draken nod their heads at that, suddenly remembering. Mikey looks in his rear-view mirror to the Frist Division Vice Captain. "Y/N came back from the bathroom to change into her Toman uniform after work and saw them."

Takemichi laughs out at that, on his own bike beside Chifuyu, "Oh yeah! Y/N totally beat the shit of them for catcalling!"

Mikey couldn't get used to seeing that guy riding driving his own bike instead of riding with Chifuyu or Draken. He had heard from Emma that Takemichi learnt from Mitsuya after Y/N saying it would be better if the First Division Captain didn't ride side-car. She gave him the option, but the deal was sealed when Draken said it was either learning how to drive a bike or he would take his scooter everywhere.

Mitsuya shakes his head. He looks over his shoulder to Mikey as they get to a stop light. "Lucky she was there before Draken and Takemitchy arrived." He claims, "Guaranteed, Y/N saved them time by putting them under Toman. Now those guys can't even look at Emma and Hina without apologising."

Draken nods his head at that. He rubs the back of his neck and sighs, "Today's meeting is gonna' be Hell with everything we're talking about." Mitsuya and Mikey nod their heads. "Lot of Toman have grudges against Ketsu-gang, especially for trying to kill Y/N. They aren't gonna' accept them so easily."

"Hey, we're heading to Y/N's school." Mitsuya suddenly says, putting his phone back into his pocket. The boys raise a brow. Usually, they weren't allowed there unless it was an emergency. And she still had half an hour before her classes ended. "She says to park around the corner. She doesn't have enough time to head home and change, and get her bike. We're heading straight from there to the shrine."

Nobody questions it. Because as soon as the light turns green, they're breaking the speed limit to get to her school as early as they can. They get there in record time, considering they were all on the other side of town to get to the shrine. They do as they're told, parking around the corner.

They get some stares and whispers. Many people know about Toman, it's no secret who they were. Mikey makes a mental note about that. Y/N's changed things, some small and some more noticeable.

Chifuyu, Takemichi and Mitsuya are making small talk when Mikey spots her running around the corner, tugging on her mask and her Toman uniform over her shoulders. Her shirt is tucked into her pants and her boots weren't done up properly. She was clearly rushing.

When she gets close enough, she tosses her school bag, stuffed with her uniform and class work, towards Mitsuya. He catches it effortlessly, slinging it over his shoulder and starting his bike up again.

"Can't believe they sprung up the year event now, the Hell do they have bad timing for?" She growls out, fixing her singlet and her pants, "Out of all the days! We only have three weeks to get ready for it now! Fuck, I had to get the Vice Captain to take over the planning, I feel so bad!"

Chifuyu furrows his brows. "School go well?" He jokingly hums, smiling as Y/N rolls her eyes and fixes her collar.

She scoffs back, "Of course. I was on board duty and then had to help with the school radio club's outfits for some promotion thing. Had to apologise to my underclassmen and upperclassmen in the club."

Mikey blinks. "The Hell?" He mumbles out.

"She's meant to have her club meeting today, but her Vice President had to take over because of the Toman meeting." Mitsuya says as Y/N fixes her hair.

Draken scowls, one arm crossed over his chest as he points at her shoes, "You're so sloppy, Y/N. Fix your shoes. How do you expect to head to the shrine looking like that, huh?"

Y/N glares at him. "Shut up, Draken, I'm sacrificing the school festival for this, y'know." She grumbles out, in staring competition with her Vice Commander. She hears Chifuyu and Takemichi chuckle at them. Usually antics. It seemed not to matter who was the Commander, Draken always had to keep them in check.

Mikey questions, "She's a club president? I thought she was only a Second Year."

Seems like she's picked up some commanding positions while he was gone.

Mitsuya nods his head, checking to see if everything was in Y/N's bag. "Yeah. she is. They usually give the role to one of the older students, but they nominated Y/N. She's the President of the Home Economics Club." He informs him, making Mikey widened his eyes. Mitsuya notices and waves his hand. "It's just something she picked up from me. Didn't think she was into it until she offered to help fix Takemitchy's uniform."

Mikey doesn't say anything to that as he watches Y/N bicker with Draken, who says that she isn't doing her boots up properly. Y/N only points at him accusingly and says that he's being so picky. Draken fights back that he'll leave without her.

"It's her thing." Mitsuya tells Mikey. The ex-commander doesn't know how the lavender-haired boy knows what he's thinking. "Y/N likes sewing and shit, I guess. So I gave it to her. She's never had something she's taken interest into unless it was somehow related to her friends or family. Well, there was one exception."

Mitsuya smiles at Mikey.

"So her being the President of the Home Ec club is something that she can call her own. I don't talk about when I was President unless she asks specifically." Mitsuya admits, grinning as Draken makes her do a turn, seeing that she's wearing her uniform correctly, "Y/N deserves something for herself."

Mikey internally agrees with that.

She then turns to all of them. "I got a call from one of the co-divisions in Yokohama." She informs them.

"What do you mean, 'co-division'?" Mikey questions.

Chifuyu leans against the handles of his bike. "It's a division like ours, but owned by two gang organisations." He explains, tilting his head to the side, "Both by Toman and another gang from Kyoto. They began a few years ago and one of their divisions came here to start a riot against us."

Mikey blinks at that. They had been dealing with gangs from Yokohama and Kyoto?

"They got beat bad by Y/N and Draken." Chifuyu states, "So they became a part of Toman by force, but when they mentioned that they were also a part of some other gang, Y/N ordered for the Commander and Vice Commander to meet with them. They all came to the agreement that they'd work together, and they'd share this division. Now, the co-division works as a group that travels around Japan for wherever any gang needs. We've decided to own all four of Kyoto's divisions, but we leave the major decisions to the leaders, unless they need more guidance."

Takemichi holds up a finger. "The other gang is called the Kyoto Devils, and the co-divisions are called whatever city they were located in. It changes ever six months, unless some change is necessary." He informs Mikey, "The Yokohama Division was sent there after some Clair de Lune gangs were seen there."

Y/N interrupts, crossing her arms over her chest as Mitsuya fixes the blazer stuffed in her bag, "Anyway, the Yokohama Division called and said that Clair de Lune has inherited two more gangs. They were both of considerable size, too. Just fifty below our numbers. They're spread out evenly, apparently."

Mitsuya holds a hand up to his forehead in distress. He huffs, "That means they've gotten over a thousand new members, shit." Takemichi and Chifuyu furrow their brows at that. Mitsuya looks to Y/N. "With that, it's 210 members plus the existing 150 in the division. 360 in each sub-group."

She nods her head at that. "Exactly. They changed so quickly. Which means it's more of a cautious choice."

Chifuyu is kind of confused. He looks to his Captain, but Takemichi only shrugs his shoulders. The two know of Clair de Lune, and Toman keeps tabs on them just in case they start something. Where was Y/N going with this?

"Alright, let's haul ass! Before my Vice Commander finds something else to argue about." Y/N calls out, pushing her Toman coat out of the way as she sits behind Draken. He elbows her stomach. Takemichi and Chifuyu don't get the chance to ask about it. "Meeting starts in ten. If I'm late, I'm going to stab someone."

She pokes Draken, who elbows her again.

Everyone calls out a 'yes, Ma'am' before driving to their meeting spot. They make it on time, noticing the other bikes already there. Y/N hops off Draken's bike and rubs the back of her neck.

She claps her hands together as she stands in front of her captains. "Alright. Outline of the meeting: introducing Ketsu-gang to Toman, organising Divisions, Mikey becomes the Sixth Division Captain, Kisaki and Hanma are separated into different groups, then I bring up Clair de Lune trying to take up Toman into their group, and we all decide on a brawl on the 24th of December." She says to them, speeding through it all. She looks at each of them. "Got it?"

Chifuyu and Takemichi stand there wide-eyed and jaw dropped. Before they can ask, Draken, Mitsuya and Mikey nod their heads. Y/N then walks towards the steps, the three boys following after. "Good. Let's get this done." She sighs out.

The First Division Captains are running to catch up before they make their way to their pedestal. Chifuyu, Takemichi and Mitsuya stand amongst the crowd. The two are questioning everything, asking Mitsuya just what the Hell was going on. All they knew was that the Ketsu-gang would be joining. Not this about Mikey and Clair de Lune, or even about Kisaki.

But they don't get anymore time to think when Draken is standing in front of them all. "This is Toman's meeting of the 4th of November!" He calls out, hands behind his back as he keeps his eye on the men in front of him. Of course, Ketsu-gang would be separated from Toman. There was a strict line of the path that kept them apart. He doesn't mention it.

"Everyone, greet your Commander!" Draken orders all of them.

On cue, Toman bow their head at the command. "Good afternoon, Ma'am!" They all shout, voices loud and clear.

Draken lifted his chin, holding up his hand to signal Y/N to stop walking forward. She listens, rolling her eyes and holds her hands in her pockets. Draken turns to the Ketsu area.

They stand there, as stiff as a board. None of them are bowing to Y/N. That makes Draken click his tongue. How dare they be so disrespectful when they lost? He shouts, "Did I not make myself clear, Ketsueki? I said, 'greet your commander'."

He glares at them harshly. They have no right disobeying them right now. Y/N was nice enough to bring them along to Toman instead of destroying them completely. Draken won't leave any space for that kind of behaviour. He squints at their forms.

That's when Ketsueki's leader clicks his tongue, bowing his head reluctantly. "Good evening, Commander!" He shouts, making him men soon do the same. They hold irritated frowns.

That allows Draken to drop his hand. Y/N lifts her head and walks forward. She keeps her hands in her pockets as she watches them all. "At ease." She says, allowing all the people in front of her to stand up straight. She sees Mitsuya looking over his shoulder. She follows her gaze, seeing in the back that Hanma and Kisaki are finally arriving. "The meeting will commence now."

Kisaki lowers his head at her for a moment as Hanma scratches the back of his head. He looks off, as if very uninterested.

"First thing to clear up, is that the Ketsueki Gang will be joining us." Y/N states, making her men smile proudly. Although they didn't like them still, it was a victory. "I know we've had fights, but I expect you all to treat them like they've always been here. If I ever hear of any infighting amongst Ketsueki and Toman, I'll deal with it personally."

Ketsu-gang can't forget the pistol this girl holds.

"A Sixth Division will be created for the Ketsueki Gang." She tells them all, "I'd like for the Sixth Division Captain and Vice Captain to step forward."

Ketsueki's commander then lets out a sigh, instantly walking towards Y/N. He gives her a side-look as he stands two steps below her, in his rightful place. He turns around to face all of Toman, hands behind his back.

He hears gasps all around, making him a little proud that he stands higher in ranks than these other people.

"Introducing Sixth Division Captain," Y/N calls, hand up in the air with a tilted head. Her fingers lazily gesture to the man beside her, who has his own hands in his pocket, tilted head. "Sano Mikey!"

Ketsueki's commander inhales sharply, turning around and looking up to see Mikey standing there with an unreadable expression. He falters in his footing, nearly falling onto his ass. "M—Mikey? As in, the past Toman Commander?" He gasps out, making more people whisper amongst themselves.

Y/N can imagine how they felt. He was gone for years, why did he drop in just out of the blue? Mikey stands there as if he wasn't phased by all of the confusion. He holds himself up with what confidence he can muster out. Toman knew about Y/N and Mikey's history, but they only thing they could think about was how lucky they were to have the strength added on.

Toman breaks out in cheers, making Y/N widen her eyes a little.

They missed their old commander, didn't they?

Even when Mikey left them all, abandoned with no leader for months until Y/N came long, they wanted him.

She takes a small breath in, and out.

Y/N nods her head to get herself back into the game. Her hand rests at her side. "Mikey will be the Sixth Division Captain, and Kuniki here will be the Division Vice Captain. Any objections?" She calls to her gang. Nobody says anything against it, too speechless about Mikey's sudden appearance. "Good. There is no Ketsueki Gang anymore. Mikey's going to be treated as if he were still a part of Toman the whole time. Any problems, see Draken."

The Vice Commander rolls his eyes. He's reduced to taking care of Mikey again, it seems.

She tells the boys to hurry off, Mikey keeping his spot at Y/N's side. She doesn't say anything about it, only letting out a small exhale. Y/N then locks eyes with Kisaki in the back. He doesn't waver, only staring back.

"Another person you'd might not like to see here." She scoffs out, looking away, "Kisaki, Hanma, step forward." The boys do as they're told, not scared of the glares they're getting from everyone else. Toman, including the new comers, all whisper curses at the two. They've caused trouble for both sides. She mumbles to herself, "Motherfuckers."

Draken chuckles, "I'll shoot the both of them right now, if you want."

Y/N purses her lips underneath her mask before huffing, "As if I'd let you take that satisfaction away from me."

Kisaki and Hanma stand in front of Toman, on the third step up. Closer than Y/N would like. She calls out, "Please welcome Kisaki Tetta back to Toman, sadly." She whispers the last part to herself. Kisaki notices, but only lifts his head. "I understand that he's an asshole, but we need strength in numbers. Kisaki is a snake. Either he works against the enemy and with us, or we kill him for disobeying."

She looks down to the guy. "If you don't like the sound of either, you can drop out now. Just know, I'll be keeping an eye on you." She states, watching him carefully.

Kisaki takes a second. He then stands taller. "No, Hanemiya. I'm staying in Toman." He claims, making Y/N glare at him harsher. She hated the proclamation.

And how he called her by her family name. Something about it. Maybe it was the way she only wanted to be related to Kazutora, but she knows that she wanted nothing to do with her parents.

The ones who cried and yelled and hit them so hard that they forgot how to breathe.

She hated them and what they made her and Kazutora.

So Hanemiya was not something she really wanted to go by, when someone from a gang said it. School was different, they didn't know. It was just a simple thing of respect that her upperclassmen and underclassmen called her by. She'd let then called her by her first name, but she soon realised that they would be too flustered. So an exception was made.

'Hanemiya', she says to herself. A hint of hatred in her imaginative tone. 'I should change my name. Kazutora always wanted me to marry someone good.'

Mikey's hand rests against her back for a moment, as if to knock her back into reality. Her eyes shift to Mitsuya, who stands in front of her.

A sigh leaves her lips. "You're supposed to call me 'Commander', Kisaki." She scoffs out, lifting her chin, "Know your place, fool."

But she moves on anyway, turning her gaze. "You all know Hanma Shuji, Draken's punching bag." She jokes. Kind of. Not really. Ever since Hanma joined Toman, he would challenge Draken to a fight. He would always say 'yes', not because he's irritated by Hanma, although that was true, but because Draken would always come out on top. No matter how long the fight went for, he would win.

Toman lets out some chuckles at that. Hanma smiles at the 'joke', looking up as if he didn't want to punch her in the face for that. Draken grins at that too.

"We are changing their Divisions." She states, making the two boys in front of her freeze, "And I'm telling all of Toman this because these two idiots are sneaky little shits and I'll have eyes all around. That includes the newcomers."

Kuniki, the new Sixth Division Vice Commander, glances over to his men. He gives a look to say 'listen'. He can't afford to start a riot.

Y/N shouts, hands behind her back, "Hanma Shuji will be joining the First Division." She looks to Hanma, who is already glaring at her with an aggressive smile. She raises a brow. "Hanma, greet your new captain."

Mitsuya, with a slight smile, walks up to them. He stands in front of his new member. The taller boy only tilts his head with an annoyed smile.

"Bow to your Captain, Hanma." Mitsuya says through a smile.

Hanma grits his teeth, rolling his eyes and bowing lazily. "Thanks." He grumbles out.

But he lets out a small grunt as he feels a foot against his back, pushing him to bow further down. He looks over his shoulder with an annoyed gaze, to see Y/N glaring back.

"I said to greet your captain, Shuji." She scowls, lifting her chin up. She digs her boot heel further into his back. "With respect. Or we'll start from square one where it's all our Captains and Commanders verse your scrawny ass."

Mikey has to look away. Maybe he could grow on this new Y/N. She was pretty cool.

Kisaki lets out a slow exhale through his nose, glancing away from Hanma. He can tell his friend is mentally cussing him out.

Hanma grunts out, hands on his knees, "Thank you for having me, Captain Mitsuya."

Y/N lifts her foot and tilts her head. "That's better." She sighs, "Moving onto Kisaki Tetta. He's going into the Sixth Division."

She watches as Kisaki freezes. His hands clench at his sides. She can tell that he wasn't expecting that one. That's one of the things that Kisaki had taken up when he decided to join Toman again. He can never tell what Y/N is thinking, or what she might do. Unlike Mikey, she had a double life.

Not in the sense that she acted differently with her friends and Toman, than she was by herself.

No, she was two completely different people.

When he approached her, it was the end of the school day. He waited there at the front, students passing him with whispers and points. When he spotted Y/N, she was laughing along with her friends. She was smiling and all, completely different to how Hanma had explained her personality at Toman.

It didn't take a genius to put together that Y/N was leading two different lives.

The only thing separating the two would be the mask she wore, and how she never wanted to be seen with any member of Toman without her uniform and cover.

So he could see the obvious fear in her eyes when her gaze landed on him.

She had scurried off and waved her friends away, telling them that she had to run an errand. They had asked if Kisaki was her boyfriend and that made her gag a little. She said 'no', and that he was a friend of the owner she worked for. They had let that go and watched as Y/N walked with Kisaki.

Once further away, she pushed him into an alleyway, against the wall with his arm twisted behind his back. She asked what business he had with her. He went under the radar, unnoticed and Y/N hadn't heard of him in ages. He was like a ghost.

And when he mentioned he wanted back into Toman, she was hesitant.

He didn't know this was the day after she received the Clair de Lune letter.

She had a plan wrapping up in her head as soon as he asked that question.

So she allowed it.

"Mikey will be overlooking all of Kisaki's decisions. Anyone who finds anything suspicious, can deal with Kisaki along with Mikey." When she says that, all of Toman cheers. Both for the fact that they would be working with Mikey again, and that they'd be able to hurt Kisaki with Y/N allowance.

She waves the boys off after that.

When they all go back to their spots, Y/N closes her eyes for a moment. She needed to ready herself for this one. "I've been contacted by Clair de Lune's group, Lumière du jour de la Lune." She announces.

Gasps are emitting from her crowd. She hears someone shout, "What the Hell do they want with Toman, huh?"

Others join in on that. "They should stay out of our fucking business!" That riles up more fists in the air and arguing.

"They want to inherit Toman." Y/N calls, gathering everyone's attention. It goes quiet at that. "They're expanding throughout Tokyo and are asking for Toman to join."

Faces turn fearful at that. They all respected and admired Toman, but Clair de Lune was tough as shit.

"Do you want to join Clair de Lune?" She asks, "And become another gang that gets thrown around for them?"

A flurry of people shout 'no' and 'no way in Hell' at the question. They come from both the original Toman and the newcomers. Mistuya, Chifuyu and Takemichi are the loudest. They want nothing to do with Clair de Lune. That makes a smile dawn on her lips.

"Of course not!" She calls, puffing out her chest proudly at her gang, "Toman is going to become Tokyo's strongest! If Clair de Lune gets in the way, then it's their fall, isn't it?"

"Yeah!" Toman calls, fists in the air.

"So it's decided, then!" She shouts, stepping closer to the stairway. She can feel a proud smile draw onto her lips. Mitsuya grins at that too. "Toman VS Clair de Lune! On the 24th of December! Clear all your plans for Christmas Eve, we're going all out!"

Y/N throws her own tight fist into the air above her, overcoat flowing behind her back. "Toman never loses!" She states, "And there's no way in Hell we're starting with Clair de Lune! They couldn't start a gang in France, so now they're trying to take out Japan's! Let's do our best!"

Mikey watches all of their emotions ring into the air. The gang member are riled up for the fight. More lively then ever.

Y/N did that.

He feels his smile drop from his face.

"They asked to meet all of Toman at once, outside the Christmas Eve festival in town." She informs her men, hands dropping back into her pockets, "Lumière du jour de la Lune is the one organising the meeting. Although, they'd be dumb to only have a few hundred of them in that one group there whilst there's 680 of us about to be there with them."

She rolls her wrist and then places a hand on her hip. "This morning, I got word that they expanded with over a thousand new members." She explains, "That puts 360 in each division, which is only around half of our numbers. It'd be stupid of there was only one group meeting with us. Expect two or more to show. At least 720 VS our 680. Is that going to be a problem?"

Toman shouts loudly, "No!"

"We meet with them and decline. They should expect a brawl. They'd be stupid not to." She tells them, "We give them everything we got. And we overthrow. We'll all be above Clair de Lune, they will follow the orders Toman gives. Are you ready to take down the French gang in Japan?"

"Yes, Commander!" Toman shouts.

"Good!" She smiles out, lifting her chin, "We have over a month to prepare. I want all of you training hard and ready to fight. Clair de Lune is filled with people older than even Draken and the rest of our Captains. I don't care if I'm one of the youngest, I'll be putting in just as much effort. We'll be fighting adults, and if they have weapons? We'll still kill 'em all!"

Toman erupts in more cheers and shouts. They're excited. Y/N can feel her heart beat faster at that. She's thankful and she finally lets herself breathe out.

"This meeting is finished!" She announces.

Everybody leaves. But she notices that Kisaki and Hanma stay until they're one of the last to leave. She gives them a warning look as they exit.

Once they're all alone, Y/N sits on the steps, pushing her coat off her shoulders. "That shit is heavy, damn." She groans, rolling her neck and sitting back, hands holding her in place.

Draken picks it up from the floor and pats the dirt off. "You and Mikey are both so careless with this." He grunts, slinging it over his shoulders. Y/N looks over her shoulder and sticks her tongue out at him. He flips her off.

Mitsuya walks up the steps, stopping in front of her. She blinks at him before sitting up straight, hands on her lap and leg crossed over her knee. "You have to be in good shape for the brawl, Y/N." He reminds her, "That means you need to heal up properly. I want you to not go to work, only school and club activities. Got it?"

She sighs, tilting her head with a frown, "But that means they'll give my shifts to someone else. The bills are due next week."

Draken points out, "Emma went to her interview today. Mikey and I will be working around with our divisions."

"I'll go." Mitsuya offers, giving a kind smile, "All the money still goes to your account anyway, Y/N. Plus, Luna and Mana will keep you company at home while we're gone. I'm sure they'll be good, and when you have your club activities, I'll drive them to your school before heading to your work. They won't cause any trouble."

That makes her shift in her spot, rubbing the back of her neck. "Um... I guess so." She hums, beginning to walk towards the bikes.

She could deal with it for a while. Just until she's fully recovered. Besides, this could help her think of the girls in a different way, rather than the reminders.

Her phone rings in her pocket, making Y/N slide it out. She stops at the bikes as everyone boards. "Shit." She huffs, closing her eyes, "It's my Vice President. It's probably about the school festival. Give me a few minutes."

She begins to turn away, walking in another direction. Her voice goes a little higher, making the boys raise a brow at her. "Good afternoon, Kawasaki! I'm really sorry about having to miss the meeting today, I hope I'm too behind..." She sighs out, hand in her pocket.

Mikey holds up Y/N's Toman jacket. "Is this one really my old one?" He questions, tilting his head. It sure looked like it.

"Yeah. Fits Y/N fine, so we didn't need to tailor it." Mitsuya states, sitting down in his seat, "She was the one that took it in after you left, actually."

Mikey holds onto it tighter.

Chifuyu then speaks out, "Should we all go to Y/N's school festival?"

Takemichi shrugs his shoulders. "I don't see why not. Emma, Hina and I are finished with exams and are off unless we have club activities for the festival. It's pretty much expected that the three of us go, even though we're in no clubs." He explains.

Mitsuya nods his head. 'Yeah, that'd be cool. If anyone sees us, they'll just expect us to be there for Takemichi or something." He states, arms over his chest, "We could check out Y/N's club too."

Everyone turns to Draken when he lets out a sigh, "As long as it doesn't put Y/N in any danger. And we have to make sure that we keep low profile."

The five of them agree, just in time for Y/N to come back. She groans, taking her school bag from Mitsuya, "Kawasaki was really nice about it all, but he said we all decided on a fashion competition thing from the overall year. He wants me to be one of the contestants."

Takemichi questions, "Are you going to be using your own designs? Or modelling?"

Y/N laughs at that, waving her hand as she slings her bag over her shoulder, "Oh, God no. I'm really bad at modelling, actually." She sheepishly plays with the strap. "I'm one of the designers. Because our club has so many members, they were put into groups of designer and models already."

Draken looks up to the sky, still bright and blue. "Do you have good models?" He asks her.

"I have a Third Year, two Second Years and one First Year." She informs him, hand on her hip, "They're pretty okay, but I don't know if they'll stay on task."

Chifuyu hums out, shrugging his shoulders, "Well it is hard to do that when you're working with someone so pretty."

Mitsuya agrees with a hum, and Mikey gives the Vice Captain a look.

Y/N only thanks Chifuyu. "Anyway, I have to pick four of my best designs and make them." She says, "The festival is actually four days before the Clair de Lune brawl. Which means I have to work hard."

Mitsuya and Draken go to argue with that, saying she needed to recover. But she speaks out, "Can't just sit around and do nothing. Plus, Mana and Luna like to watch and play with the fabric."

She checks her watch. "Anyway, I need to head home to get started." She states, looking up to her men, "Can anybody give me a ride?"

Mitsuya raises his hand. Y/N shakes her head. "You've got work in an 40 minutes. Better get there early to introduce yourself and explain it all. Just say I'm busy with festival things, they'll understand." She says to him.

He gives a small pout at that. Not about the work, but about not being able to drive her home.

"I can't. Picking up Emma from her interview soon and then taking her to lunch." Draken says, ignoring the wiggly brows both Mikey and Takemichi gave him.

Chifuyu then juts his thumb behind him. "Gotta' get home, my mother is sick and Peke J needs to be fed." He says.

Takemichi bows his head at Y/N. "Sorry, but Hina and I have plans today." He claims.

That leaves Y/N staring at Mikey with a raised brow. He shrugs his shoulders at her. "Got nothin'. I guess I'm your knight in shining armour today, huh?" He tells her, revving his bike with a smile, "Let's go, I'm hungry."

Y/N nods her head, walking towards his bike. But Mitsuya stops her for a second, grabbing her elbow gently. She turns to him, only to watch as he pulls her closer. She holds onto his sleeve at the sudden movement, about to question it. But Mitsuya then presses his lips to her forehead. That leaves her a little wide-eyed, standing up straighter before and tightening her grip on his sleeve.

Draken makes a funny noise at her reaction, finding it hilarious even though having seen it every single time Mitsuya does something so bold. Chifuyu and Takemichi are poking each other, trying to figure out what is going on. As far as they knew, Mitsuya and Mikey were pretty much fighting for Y/N's attention.

"Be careful, alright?" He says sweetly, letting go of her elbow, "Y'know how the sewing machine is. My sisters are already over at yours."

She bites the inside of her cheek before meekly nodding her head at what Mitsuya has said. She scurries off to Mikey's bike, getting on the back of it and holding onto the seat.

Mikey is glaring at Mitsuya in an irritated way. The lavender-hair boy only slightly shrugs, winking at Mikey.

In response to that, he revs his bike again but louder. "Better hang on tight, Y/N." He tells her, looking over his shoulder to see how she looks back at him, "I've always been a fast driver."

She knows this about him after all those midnight rides. So she does as he says, wrapping her arms around his waist and holding on just tightly enough that she needed to.

Mitsuya can see how she leans her forehead against the back of Mikey's neck. A part of him is kind of jealous. And Mikey makes a victorious look on his face, winking at Mitsuya. In return, he rolls his eyes with a grin.

Mikey then drives off, ready to go home.

This would be fun.

[mountswhore]

hey! see u were taking requests so i wanted one with mason related to "london boy" by taylor swift? maybe reader is a singer or something like that?

one of the best taylor swift songs imo, so of course!

𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲 — mason mount

summary: mason shows you around london during your break, and now you don't think you can ever go back

notes: requests are open again! my asks are open.

Leaving your hometown in New York to visit the world was one of the hardest things you had to do. But you had your dream job, now it was time to follow it. Your recent album was a success, pouring your heart into it as you recovered from your breakup. Your fans had watched your relationship build, and then break apart. Hearing your side of things through 14 songs. Awards, interviews, and traction had come from it, earning you a world tour. It was a scary thing to do, considering it was your first international tour.

“I just want to come back to New York already, I’ve not been on this tour long.” You complained to your sister, curled up in a hotel bed in London. Your first destination was the UK, and there was nothing worse than being homesick.

“Quit being a baby, the UK is so nice.” Your sister replied, chuckling shortly afterwards. “Me and dad visited Manchester, I think? Very nice looking, at least where we stayed.” You sighed, knowing that didn’t make it any easier. You loved your cosy apartment in New York, you were even starting to miss the constant traffic sounds and arguing in the early hours of the morning.

“I guess, and I know London is nice, at least. I think I’m gonna interact with some fans,” you decided, pulling the duvet further up your body, “speak tomorrow at sound check.” You ended the call, liking some tweets and replying to a few things, eventually tweeting something of your own.

“Happy to see a lot of my UK fans tomorrow, can’t wait to scream my feelings out with you,” Declan read out, giving Mason a cheeky look. The pair of them were in Mason’s living room, enjoying their evening of FIFA. The boys had spoken about you plenty of times, in interviews too, Mason declaring you as his celebrity crush.

“Shut up already, she probably doesn’t even know who I am.” Mason stated, resting his arm over his eyes to conceal the blush on his face. Him, Declan and a few other boys were going to your concert tomorrow night, some of the WAGs suggested it as they loved your music.

“You think she’s not going to notice a blue tick in her dm’s? It’s worth a shot.” Declan encouraged his friend to shoot his shot, close to grabbing his phone and doing it himself, but instead he was watching Mason bashfully scroll through your twitter replies. “Do it, or I will.”

Mason sighed, clicking the reply button and typing out a reply, handing the phone to Declan to review. ‘Can’t wait, wanna see you.’

“Perfect,” Declan mumbled, pressing the reply button for him. He knew Mason never would, he just saved him 20 minutes of back and forth debate. Handing Mason his phone back, Declan smirked as he watched his friend's face change from fairly embarrassed, to shocked.

“There’s no fucking way you sent that.” Mason remarked, refreshing his phone to see his tweet attract likes. “You dick.”

Declan just laughed as Mason had turned completely red, watching the likes and replies collect under his tweet. Moments later, you’d appeared in his dm’s.

‘I recognise you.’

It was an ominous message from you, one that had you pacing and replaying the creepy message over and over again. But Mason smiled at the message, all ounces of worry leaving his body as he replied to you.

‘Oh yeah? From where?’

‘Actually, I think I recognise your teammate, Pulisic. He’s all my brother talks about sometimes. But all I know is that he plays for a soccer team.’

He laughed at your reply, Declan watching over in pure disbelief.

‘You have a lot to learn about the UK, and luckily I know all about it.’

‘I’ll hold you to that, come backstage after the show, bring whoever you’re with. I’m in London for the next few days before my next show, maybe you can show me around.’

“There’s no way you’re flirting with Y/N Y/L/N within two minutes of replying to her tweet.” Declan stated, Mason smirking at his best friend before sending another reply.

‘Bet.'

Your show was now over and you were anxiously waiting for the boys to be escorted back stage. You didn't know much about football, especially over here, but you knew the boys that were coming back stage were professionals. You'd learnt their names, Declan, Jack, and Mason. Jack and Declan brought their girlfriends along, but Mason was 'painfully single', as he put it.

Finally, as you sat down in your chair to relax, you heard a knock at the door. It was them. They had all filed in, the two girls in shock that they were meeting you. You'd given them all a hug, and gotten to Mason. He looked down at you as you pulled him in, squeezing you tightly before letting you go again.

"Did you guys enjoy it?" You asked, ushering them to the couch for them to sit down. You wanted them to feel as comfortable as possible, rushing over to your dressing room fridge and pulling out some drinks.

"It was amazing," Sasha gawked, still in awe over seeing you for the first time, "we saw you have one in Birmingham in a few weeks, so we're going to that one too." You blushed, returning to your seat opposite the couch.

"That's so sweet! I'm sure I can get you some good tickets, I'll dm you on Instagram or something." You suggested to her, Sasha eagerly nodding her head. You conversed with the group of five, Mason giving you a particular look that you had mirrored back to him. You planned on getting his number, and making sure he showed you around London.

Soon enough, the group was heading back to wherever they were staying, as it was beginning to get quite late. "Thank you guys for coming, and I'm so glad I met you."

Mason stayed behind, folding his arms and sharing a smirk with you as his friends voices trailed down the hallway. "So, about this bet."

"Yeah," you replied casually, grabbing your water bottle from the table and taking a sip, being in the presence of an attractive man again was giving you quite the nerves, "I'll take your number, because I'd love to get to know London." He nodded, grabbing his phone from his jacket pocket and handing it to you.

"Perfect. See you."

You and Mason had planned your first meeting in a pub. It wasn't the classiest of places, but your plan was to get to know the UK. Mason had ordered you both a drink, guessing what you like and nailing it when you went in for a second sip and shoved a thumb up.

"So," he began, fiddling with the coaster his beer sat on, "how long are you in London for?"

"Just until Thursday, Friday morning I'm heading to Manchester." You stated, realising you only had four days with Mason, including today.

"Well, we better make the days count then." Mason declared. The pair of you spoke about his career as well as yours, talking about how different school was for the pair of you. Mason had stood up, holding his hand out for you to take, and you'd accepted it without complaint. He led you out of the pub and through the town center, gazing at the stalls set up around you. The weather wasn't so different to New York, both constantly dreary, but you were liking London so far.

On your second day together, you'd taken a cab to another town, this time to just experience the busy streets. To Mason, this was normal. For you, it was only familiar. New York was one of the busiest cities in the world, but London was different, better in every other way. You'd finished your day together, stomachs full of pub food, and in the back of a cab, rain pattering on the windows. You'd shuffled closer to Mason, placing your hand on his and squeezing. He looked at you briefly, smiling his usual smile, before quickly looking out at the street in an effort to hide his tinged cheeks.

Day three, the weather was too bad to do anything. But Mason kept you company in your hotel room. He'd taught you a bunch of British slang, laughing as your accent completely butchered them all. You'd shown him a snippet of your new song before room service had arrived. And the night ended with the pair of you collapsed in your bed, tv playing in the back ground, but your eyes on each other. It was like pure magic, the long-awaited feeling of his lips on yours. You'd been thinking about it all day, missing every opportunity until now.

Your final day was the worst. You both knew it was coming, you wouldn't see him until you had a break, and he had one too. You both had stupidly busy schedules, as well as living in different countries. Maybe one day you could bring him to New York, show him your side of life. And maybe one day you'll branch out and move here.

Mason had helped you carry your things out of your hotel room, which was taking you to Manchester. Your manager had texted you to be in the car before 3, which meant you had just 10 minutes until you had to say goodbye to Mason for a while.

You were stood in the foyer of the hotel, waiting for the car to arrive. You'd secretly hoped it didn't, you wanted to stay with Mason for a while longer, but you couldn't. Duty called.

"Thank you for showing me around London," you spoke, looking up at Mason, who was hiding his deflated feelings, "I really enjoyed it, I might even prefer it to New York."

"That's a given. I'm here." He joked, in an obvious attempt to lighten the mood. These four days had been immense fun for him, different to how he usually spent his days. Different than night at home alone, different than a night on the town. Was it too soon to say he missed you?

Mason looked down at you as you clung to his side, hoping he felt the same way you did. And he did, you just didn’t know that. His fingers slid across your jaw slowly, pulling your chin up to look at him. It was an intense moment, so many different emotions. He’d leaned in and kissed you, it was his parting gift. To say that he’d see you soon enough.

“Enjoy Manchester, I’m sure I can fit another show in somehow.” Mason spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too.” You spoke, the car pulling up outside. He’d dragged your suitcases out to the car, popping them in the boot for you. Finally, he stared at you through the window, which you quickly rolled down. “I fancy you, is that the right term?”

Mason laughed, head tipping back slightly. “Yeah, it is. And I fancy you too.”

[hongjoongtrasher]

the beauty and the beast (chapter 1)

word count: 2k461

angst

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Synopsis:

When you move to a new city due to your father's job, you don't expect to stay for a long and so decided not to get attached to the world around you.

But still, you are "the new girl", unwillingly attracting people's attention because of your family's background. Your strict father expects a lot from you, not to say perfection. And when you are sit next to a certain Jung Yunho, you didn't expect your life to take a radical turn

You don’t even remember when you stayed more than a year in the same city. It probably started around the age of 3, when your father got his promotion he wanted for so long. That’s how your family used to move every year, or even shorter than this. You don’t remember having a childhood friend, and worst, have you ever had friends ?

The unfamiliar view of the busy city at your window made you remember that once again, you had to unpack the few items you owned. You quickly discovered it was more a burden to drag along unnecessary things that would later be a pain in the ass to unpack and pack forever. Only school books, clothes and some other accessories were keeping you company in this new room. So impersonal, cold. But it would stay this way, since you knew you’d probably move on again in few months. While tidying your room, you heard a knock on your door, making you look at it to see your father.

« Y/N ? Can we talk for a bit ? » he asked, a poker face on.

« Yes father. »

Father. From the moment you could speak, he always told you to call him father. No dad, or affectionate pet names. It was just showing the gap that have been created so far between you both. Your mom ? You don’t even remember her face. You learnt from your grand-mother a long time ago that your parents got divorced when you were just a newborn. The reasons to this separation are staying difficult to know, but your father never talked about her in your presence. You always thought that somehow she didn’t want you, that was probably the best reason you could thought due to the lack of her tries to contact you for 17 years. So instead of a mom, you grew up with a nanny who was still living with you and your father. She was a sweet and caring person, always making sure you weren’t lacking anything. You owed her a lot, knowing she was the one who was basically raising you up, of course with the directions of your father.

You soon arrived in the large living room, as impersonal as the rest of the luxurious apartment your father got from his work. It was neutral as possible, but still anybody could notice the taste for luxury he acquired with the time. Trophies, some modern canvas you couldn’t even interpret, a large TV with home cinema etc. Your father was sitting in his black leather armchair, in his usual white shirt and black suit. And you just sat down on the white sofa, waiting patiently for him to start.

« I got you a place in a school from a friend of mine. » he began, and you felt your body being rigid.

Studies were his obsession when it comes to you. You always had to be first, having the best grades, the best in every field you could reach. That was probably also the main reason of why you never got close friends. Because you were « Miss Perfect Brain » and the only child from a wealthy family, most of people thought you were just like one of those entitled kids who would think they are the one ruling in this world. But you were not. Actually, you never wanted any of those thing. How many times you wanted to go to clubs after class ? Just hanging out with kids from your age, sharing hobbies etc…But you never could because your father would always send you to study classes after your school schedules.

« The school ranking is pretty good, so I think you are able to reach 1st place right ? » he continued, his cold glare piercing your body, making you tighten your fists on your knees.

It would be a disaster for you to be 2nd. Actually not really for you, but for your father. With him, it was first or nothing, and nothing would results as punishment for you. Even since elementary school, he would force you to copy the mistakes you’d done until 2 in the morning, « to make you remember not to do the same mistakes again ». Sometimes depriving you from eating until you would perfectly recite the lesson. As a child, you had spent nights crying in your pillow, hating your father for being so mean to you, and today, you just gave up. As long as you were doing as told, everything would be fine, right ?

You nodded as an answer, finding the courage to finally look at his strict face.

« Y/N, this year is going to be a decisional one for you. After graduation, you’ll go to Korea University and study international business. Don’t deceive me » he announced, making you gulp at the end of his sentence.

Of course it wasn’t what you wanted. But what did you want in the first place ? You didn’t know. You couldn’t find any perspectives for yourself. And of course, you didn’t have a word to say.

« Yes Father… »

And without adding any words, he stood up and left for his office, leaving you alone in the living room. You wanted to cry, to yell how unfair it was for letting someone decide for yourself. You throat was dry and your fists were trembling from madness until you felt a comforting hand on your shoulder. It was Sookja, your nanny and the housekeeper. She probably heard the whole conversation, and was knowing perfectly how you felt at this moment.

« This is so unfair… » you mumbled into your breath, trying to hold back your tears of pure rage.

« I know sweetie… » the old woman sighed. « Maybe he will let you do what you want later » she tried to soften your mood, but it was already ruined.

You sighed and stood up, just shrugging to join your bedroom again, head dipping first into your pillow. You didn’t feel like unpacking, so you just stayed in your bed, until your nanny came to inform you dinner was ready. As usual, you were eating alone. Your father never ate with you, because of his schedules. How funny it was to see that even on your birthday he would be absent, justifying himself to be busy but that he would « make it up for the next year ». Weariness eventually took over sadness. This was your daily life, and you didn’t expect it to change now…Unless.

It was your first day at your new high school. You were so nervous that you had barely eaten on the morning. You were apprehending people. Of course you were used to see new faces all the time, but this time was different. You were arriving in the middle of the first semester in a school where everyone from your prom was knowing each other’s, and to crowned everything, your father was accompanying you this morning to greet his friend, the principal for this year. The more the black Audi was entering the school yard, the more you wanted to become a mouse. You hated so much those looks of curiosity, or full of judgment. Your father intimated you to get off the car, which you did, looking at the floor while the Principal was waiting at the main entrance. You didn’t hear the following conversation, your heart beating too fast and in your ear. Some students stopped to watch the scene, and some of them at the windows were taking pictures. How embarrassing. Little did you know a group of boys were also watching from the first floor.

« Heh, is this the new girl everyone’s talking about ? » hummed a blonde boy, his chin in the palm of his hand while he was leaning on the window sill.

« Seems like it » answered a tall boy, a lollipop in his mouth. « Dude, she looks hot »

« Mingi, you even haven’t seen her face yet » groaned the little blonde again.

Mingi shrugged and said. « Hongjoong, she’s rich, so she’s hot »

« You’re an idiot » sighed the said Hongjoong, rolling his eyes in exasperation. « What d'you think Yunho ? »

Yunho stayed silent during the whole conversation, hands in his pockets as he was watching the scenery before scoffing. « She’s just a little rich bitch » he mumbled before turning from this, going to his classroom.

You had to stay at the professor’s room, so that the Principal could introduce you to your homeroom teacher. Strangely enough, all the teachers seemed too nice. Of course they were. The shadow of your father must be planning around. « Let’s go introducing you to your new comrade » said your teacher enthusiastically which made you forced a smile. You silently followed him to the door where he made a sign for you to wait. Your heart was about to explode, as you could hear the sounds for chairs and people chatting in the classroom. You didn’t know how much you waited in this hallway, but your teacher appeared again, calling your name. You jumped a little, not expecting this time to come…so quickly. Gulping again, you slowly passed the door to present you in front of everyone, your eyes scanning the room. « Can you please introduce you ? » Asked your teacher, everyone’s waiting to hear the sound of your voice for the first time. You really wanted to run away and never come back, but you couldn’t. Your father would definitely kill you.

« H-hi, my name is Y/N, nice to meet you » you said, quite unsure of yourself.

Some kids applauded, which made you blush from embarrassment.

« Alright, Y/N you can go sit next to Yunho there » said your teacher, pointing at the front row at the very left of the room, not to say the corner.

Your eyes landed for the first time on the boy called Yunho. His black wavy hair were hiding his forehead and also his eyes, but you could definitely feel he was glaring at you. Not staring, but glaring as if you did something wrong. But what could you have done wrong ? Was sitting next to him a crime ? You awkwardly sat down next to him, feeling the cold tension radiating from the silent boy next to you. At some point, you really felt uncomfortable, to the point you didn’t dare looking at him a single time. You tried your best to focus on the class, nervously holding your pen. Surprisingly, the first two hours of class went by fast, but you still haven’t talked with Yunho, and he seemed not trying to neither. When the bell ranged, announcing the first break of the day, you gathered your things before you heard his deep voice for the first time.

« Move. » he ordered in an annoyed tone, his tall figure dominating your frail one.

Your heart stopped beating for a second, suddenly scared. He seemed mad at you for God knew which reason, but you quickly moved to let him pass, looking at your feet while you could hear a « Tsch… » from him.

What the hell was happening ? Why this boy was hating you from the start ? You took your phone and went to the girls toilet, to regain composure, but still, you felt a dark aura from him. While you were thinking about this, you heard girls gossiping outside the cabinet you were occupying.

« Did you see that ? She is next to Yunho ! »

« The poor girl, I bet she won’t stay next to him for a long time » said another girl, in a mocking way.

« She doesn’t know he’s a total douchebag tho. »

« Hey ! He’s still hot. But yeah, a douchebag »

And they laughed before exiting the place. What does this mean ? You began to get really worried about this Yunho. He seemed to be a bad guy, but was he really ? You inhaled deeply again before going back to your classroom, expecting to see Yunho again, but he wasn’t here anymore.

Class started again, and you couldn’t help but wonder where Yunho went and why he left. Your new Korean literature teacher didn’t seem surprised when doing roll call. « Ditching classes again huh ? » he mumbled before going on.

At lunch time, you searched for a place to eat alone. You didn’t feel like going to the cafeteria or stayed in class to eat, so you went to the rooftop, surprisingly empty. You expected to see at least one or two people…But anyway, it was better for you. Leaning against the wall of the staircase, you took out the lunch box Sookja made for you with your favorite food inside as a good luck charm for your first day. It slightly made you smile and brought you some comfort. You didn’t want to think to anything, just having some peace until you heard loud laughs from the stairs, making you panicking and quickly packed your lunch to see a group of boys who seemed as surprised as you to find you here.

« Oh, isn’t the « New girl » ? » smirked the small blonde guy.

You quickly looked away, mumbling a « sorry » before trying to pass over them, but an arm blocked your route.

« Hey, you could at least say hi when someone’s talking to you » groaned the tallest from the pack.

You felt intimidated. You just wanted to leave, without creating any problems. You looked up at the tall guy, scared about what he was about to do next until you noticed wavy black hair. Yunho was here also, and he didn’t seem to pay attention.

« I-I’m sorry, I just want to go p-please » you said weakly, the panic gaining your body each second passing by.

« Tss, is that how rich bitch like you are behaving huh ? »

This was escalating quickly. You were too scared to do anything, when you saw the tall guy’s hand reaching out for you too rapidly, making you flinch.

« Mingi. Stop. »

It was Yunho’s voice. As you shut your eyes tight, you slowly opened them to see an annoyed Mingi, rubbing his nape in frustration while the blonde guy was shocked. Yunho looked at his friends.

« Hongjoong, let’s go somewhere else » he added to the blonde guy.

Hongjoong nodded and slighlty pushed Mingi away to the stairs, only Yunho staying still, his dark orbs fixed on you in silence.

« Hey, I really hate people like you, but I didn’t want Mingi to do something bad, so you better go now. » he warned, giving you a cold shiver in your back.

Why was this always like this ? No matter where you go, people always hate you, or fake to be friendly to you because of your status. You felt tears filling your eyes, but you with the few pride left in you, you left Yunho alone on this rooftop, running away from him until next class. You were certain of a thing, Yunho hated you and you're far to know he'd soon take advantage of you.

chapter 2 coming soon ! please let me know what you think about this first chapter <3

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You'll Outlive Her-Thorin Oakenshield x Reader x Company

(GIF credit to @riepu10​)

Requested by anonymous: ‘hiii. a thorin x the company x fem!reader (21 years old). the reader tells the company about humans’ short life span (75-85 years old) and they freak out telling her they’re going to protect her and all that. very fluffy please & thank you!!’

Characters: Thorin Oakenshield x Reader (platonic), Bilbo Baggins x Reader (platonic), all of the company x Reader (platonic), Gandalf x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Mentions of death, but a majority is fluff

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(Y/N) could feel how sore her body was as the company continued riding, having done so for a whole day already. They had travelled far today, making good process. She had never imagined herself on a quest such as this, especially with dwarves. Although she was a human, (Y/N) had been surprisingly welcomed to the company, but not without slight disdain from Thorin; she could understand his feelings, she was not of their kind, she didn’t know what it was like to lose a home like that. Gandalf had recruited her (and she was a vast contrast to Bilbo) because of her skills in fighting, and the fact that her family had been nomads helped with journeys such as this.

The dwarves were kind to her. There had been no prejudice against her being a woman, and she had learnt that a lot of their women were fierce like her, it was a dwarfish custom. It was easy to joke with them, there had been banter amongst the group about Bilbo when he joined, and once he loosened up, he could be fun at times too. Naturally, the other thing that separated (Y/N) from the company (excluding Gandalf), was her height. (Y/N) wasn’t a tall girl per say, but the men were all smaller than her, giving (Y/N) the upper hand when they started teasing her about something; it always shut them up.

“I spy with my little eye...” Ori called out, followed by a round of groans from everyone else.

“Do you not tire of this game?” Bofur moaned.

“There’s nothing else to do!”

“We’re on a quest lad, what did you think we would be doing?”

“Go on, Ori,” (Y/N) smirked, knowing that it would annoy everyone else,“what do you see?”

“OK, I spy with my little eye, something beginning with...G!”

“Is it grass?”

When he didn’t reply, she looked back over my shoulder, giggling when she saw his head hanging low.“Don’t worry Ori, there’s not a lot to spot out here.”

Ori smiled slightly, mesmerised by (Y/N)’s own smile before she faced the front again. Dori noticed his brother’s blushing cheeks, leaning over as much as he could whilst staying on his pony.

“Stop that! She’s a human, you’re a dwarf.” he simply said.

“I wasn’t thinking of anything!” Ori defended himself.

The sounds around them were peaceful, it brought tranquility to their minds. They were riding through a forest, the gentle wind making the leaves above them rustle, the occasional chirping of birds joined, and the horses hooves were muffled against the worn out path they were riding on. Despite the company being relatively calm, (Y/N) noticed Bilbo’s expression, and how silent he had been. 

“Are you alright, Bilbo?” (Y/N) asked, her voice quieter.

“Hm?” he had been broken out of a trance.“Oh, um, yes, yes, um, I’m fine.”

She sadly smiled at him.“You’re missing home, aren’t you?”

He sighed.“A little. It would have been the easy choice to stay at home and carry on doing the same thing everyday. But something made me choose to accompany Thorin on his quest. And I hope I made the right choice.”

“You’ll figure that out for yourself, soon enough.”

“We need to find somewhere to sleep for the night.” Thorin announced.“Everyone be on the lookout for a good place to shelter.”

Once they had found a safe enough place to stay, the company began dismounting their ponies/horses, and setting up their camp. Food was being prepared, makeshift beds were being made, and those sent out to patrol the area had already left. They were situated in a tiny clearing in the woods, with enough trees and bushes to conceal them. The fire was lit, and everyone instinctively huddled closer, feeling the chill that the evening brought as the sun set. 

(Y/N) thanked Nori as he handed her a bowl of stew, and she sat on her bed, pulling a blanket tighter around her. The bowl provided more heat to her cold hands, the smell of food causing her stomach to rumble loudly. As she ate, she glanced around, smiling at the sight. These men were so determined to complete this quest, it made her feel motivated to help them. She thought back to one of the first nights they all had together, when Balin had recited the story of how the leader of the company became Thorin Oakenshield. (Y/N) had never met someone with a royal background, but had heard that they were snobs, and turned up their nose at anyone they deemed less than them. Despite Thorin’s first impression, (Y/N) had a feeling it wasn’t him. For someone to be like that, they would have had to have gone through something traumatic; she knew his story now, and it made him seem stronger, powerful, a true leader.

“Where’s Thorin?” (Y/N) asked Bombur who was sat beside her.

He shrugged before diving into his bowl. She scoffed a laugh, shaking her head as she finished off her own meal. Her eyes scanned around the camp, subconsciously counting the dwarves, making sure they were all there. Fili and Kili had just come back from patrol, almost racing towards the food as they reported that they hadn’t seen anything. (Y/N) almost wanted to ask if they knew where Thorin was, but didn’t.

“You know what,” Bofur said, getting everyone’s attention,“we still don’t know that much about you (Y/N).”

“Well, I suppose I have heard everything I can about all of you. What is it that you wish to know?”

“Where were you born? What were you like growing up? Why did you like to fight?”

(Y/N) laughed as he continued asking questions.“You know, come to think of it, I’ve lived a pretty simple life up until now.”

“A simple life? Really?” Balin said.

“Yes. I actually don’t know where I was born. My family never stayed in one place, they were completely free spirits, and when mother gave birth to me, we were travelling in the back of a caravan, with my father helping her, and my auntie and uncle riding up front. So they never really knew where we were when I was born."

There were a few chuckles from the group. She grinned and continued.

"All my family taught me how to fight, each of them with a specific skill. They said it was to keep me safe, that if we all knew how to fight, we could defend each other. Not that anything actually happened."

"Have you ever been in a fight?" Kili asked.

"Yes, a few times, but I was never the one to start them. I was always looking out for someone."

"That seems very like you lass." Bofur added.

"Although I was travelling, I haven't seen a lot in my life. We circled sometimes, meeting up with old friends. But as I myself grew older, I noticed how my parents didn't want to move as much. They rested more frequently. And I realised that I was the one in my prime, I was the one who had to be the leader. And I guess...I guess when I became the only one left of my family, I seeked new adventures. Something that would make them proud."

"How old were they? When they died?" Bilbo was careful how he said it.

"Hm, they all must have been in their eighties. I think father reached ninety-four actually!"

Everyone's eyes were wide, mouths agape as they stared at her. She felt uncomfortable with the attention, wondering why they all looked so shocked.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"You poor thing." Nori breathed out.

"Th-thank you?"

"Losing your parents at such a young age...If you don't mind me asking, was it natural or...?" Dori said.

"Yes, it was natural. They were healthy for the most age. Old age caught up to them. Why is everyone looking at me like that?"

"My dear friends," Gandalf spoke up, smoking from his pipe,"you must understand that unfortunately humans have a much shorter lifespan that dwarves do."

"So, how old do you live to?" Fili asked.

(Y/N) thought for a moment."Usually eighty to ninety years old if you're healthy. I have heard of some people miraculously living to the age of one hundred!"

The company shared a concerned look with each other, worrying (Y/N). Why was this such a big deal?

"Do you know how long dwarves live for?" Thorin suddenly appeared, making everyone whip their heads towards him.

(Y/N) nodded."You can live up to two hundred and fifty years old, sometimes older."

"Doesn't that frighten you?" Ori asked.

"Well, no. It's just how life works. I suppose it would be great to live for that long, but at the same time, you age the same as I, though in different ways...that made more sense in my head." she quickly laughed, though no one else joined.

"And...how old are you now?" Kili's voice was quieter.

"I'm twenty-one."

"Twnety one?!" multiple people exclaimed, fussing over how young (Y/N) was.

Her head was running wild, trying to take everything in. They were all asking her so many questions, some she could not answer. She spotted Bilbo attempting to calm them down, but he was too quiet.

"Let me put this into perspective, for all of you!" Gandalf snapped, causing silence."Dwarves are thought to reach maturity at the age of forty, for humans that is twenty. They live the same lives as many of us, just in a shorter time, which is why they always seem to be in a rush with everything."

"You need to be more careful lass." Dwalin announced.

"Yes, we really should be taking better care of you." Bofur agreed.

"I'll protect you (Y/N), I'm not scared!" Ori puffed out his chest.

This was followed by everyone's proclaimations of chivalry, all protesting over what they could do to make her feel safer. Instead of being offended or made to feel weak, she felt loved. She hadn't had many friends since her family died, and had been apprehensive to join a group of strangers. All of this was just too much, it was an emotional moment.

"You don't all have to worry about me. You know I can handle things myself." (Y/N) gushed.

"Doesn't mean you have to." Thorin said, though there was no warm expression on his face."Don't think you have to prove yourself and get you or someone else killed."

He slumped off after he spoke, leaving the company in silence once again. The conversation slowly built back up, the attention still on (Y/N), but Bilbo saw how she was getting upset. Gandalf smiled to himself as he watched the hobbit steer the topic of conversation away from her, glad to have someone with a level head.

Elsewhere, Thorin was leaning against a tree, his hands on his sword as a precaution. He heard footsteps, slow and heavy ones, and he only had to peak his head around the tree to spot Balin. The older dwarf sadly smiled, placing a hand on a tree to steady himself.

"You know, it's not wise to storm off by yourself." Balin half joked.

"I did not storm off."

"I think others might say different Thorin."

Thorin didn't reply.

"They might see it as your usual self. But I can see that look in your eye."

"And what look would that be?"

"You will deny it as soon as I speak it."

"I promise, I shall listen."

Balin raised an eyebrow at him, sighing before he spoke."You have grown fond of the girl. She's a fighter, she's kind and she's smart; (Y/N) didn't come on this quest for her own glory, she came to help us return home."

Thorin did stay silent, because he knew that Balin was right.

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you can't let yourself fall for her. For one, you cannot be distracted whilst on this quest, two, she is a human and three...well, being a dwarf, you'll easily outlive her. We all will unfortunately."

"I won't."

"What?"

"I won't fall for her. I haven't been falling for her in the first place."

Balin knew this was the response he would receive. Even though Thorin was denying it, Balin could tell that in his head, he was still thinking about her. And that was a problem.

"You've been through enough pain Thorin. Don't bring more onto yourself." Balin left him with that, making his way back to the camp.

Although Thorin had removed himself from the camp to also remove a certain girl from his thoughts. They weren't sexual, or anything to do with love. He cared for her like a younger sister. Of course, he had been taken back by his beauty (dwarvish women could almost be mistaken for the men), but that wasn't important to him at the time. What Balin said about her was true. She was a selfless human, which was more than he could say about the rest of her kind. He hadn't known how short their lives were, and he wondered why she had chosen to live hers like this, with them. She could be exploring new places by herself, with no one to stop her. Perhaps she would meet another traveller on the way and fall in love, start her own family and move around the world just as her parents did. Though he wouldn't gain any answers like this, he wanted to ensure that she survived this journey, that she was there forbthe glory. She deserved as much as the dwarves this, and with that thought, he solemnly sweared to keep her alive.

[leejungchans]

— our first snow.

word count: 2.2k

pairing: dino (svt) x idol!oc (juliet)

warning(s): mentions of cyberbullying, allusions to stalking (dispatch yucky), mentions of the toxic/dark side of the kpop industry

genre: mostly fluff; slight angst (about idol life); crushes-to-lovers; idol au

notes: can be read as a standalone but you can refer to juliet’s masterlist for more info on her!! there may be some weather inaccuracies in this ahskhwjs please don’t be mad 😭 i live somewhere that never snows :(

summary: a confession is made during the first snowfall of 2021.

a/n: thank you to the anon who suggested a cute dino/juliet scenario 🥺💖 i hope you like this!!! thank you all for reading and have a nice day!!

Winter in Seoul is beautiful.

Even though she’s been living in Korea for six, almost seven years, Juliet thinks she can never get tired of seeing snow. Something about it is just so utterly magical and charming, like being in a Christmas card. Sure, it’s freezing and the snow sticks to everything—her hair, parka, boots, even her lashes, but it’s still one of her favourite things about living in Seoul as it’s something she wouldn’t be able to experience back home in Sydney.

Juliet still remembers the first time she saw snow the year she moved to Korea and how transfixed she had been. Upon learning about this, Yeri, the first friend she made at her former company, immediately dragged her out to the sidewalk where snow elegantly floated down from the sky and would eventually envelop Seoul in a pristine white blanket.

Though, she supposes that at the moment, they’re experiencing more of a snowstorm than a snowfall. By the time she gets back to the dorm, her black parka will probably turn white from all the snow sticking to it. She wonders what her members are doing, if they’re also enjoying the snow or staying inside to shield themselves from the biting cold.

A particularly strong gust of wind blows the hood of Juliet’s parka off her head, causing snow to immediately start landing on her newly-dyed purple hair. A gloved hand instantly reaches up to tug the hood snuggly back into place.

The female idol turns to her companion and smiles, even though he can only see her eyes due to the both of them wearing black masks, but she hopes he notices her eye-smile anyways. “Thanks, Channie.”

Juliet watches Chan’s eyes curve into crescents, and she knows he’s also grinning behind his mask. They’re always so sparkly, she thinks, like they hold the entire universe in them.

“C’mon,” he says softly, “the snow’s getting heavier, better get you home before we’re both stranded out here.” Juliet doesn’t tell him, but she wouldn’t exactly complain even if they do get stranded as along as she’s with him.

Here being a mostly empty street with only the dim lights from the street lamps and the occasional passerby to keep them company. The passerby’s don’t pay them any attention either as they walk briskly in an attempt to get out of the snowstorm as quickly as possible. They did pass a few small groups of people who came outside to enjoy the first snow of the year, but those people too occupied with making snowmen and taking photos to notice that they had crossed paths with two idols.

Despite the late hour, Juliet doesn’t want to go home. At least, not yet. She knows she should be back by now, a few award shows are scheduled for the end of the month, not to mention ATEEZ’s upcoming projects and appearances, so she needs all the sleep she can get to keep up with the practising. Chan definitely also needs the rest, yet he insists on walking her back to her dorm after their late night out before going back to his.

Juliet knows they’re both physically exhausted from their hectic lifestyles, but it is the unspoken knowledge that this is the only time of the day they have for themselves, truly just themselves, that make them want to stay out longer to retain a sense of normalcy. Over the years, she’s learnt to cherish the short-lived moments away from the cameras and prying eyes.

It’s knowing this that causes her to deliberately slow down her walking pace, because she wants just a little more time where she is simply Baek Minyoung instead of Juliet from ATEEZ, spending time with her friend Lee Chan and not Dino from SEVENTEEN.

Juliet has always believed that she is someone who warms up to people slowly with the exception of her members. But then Chan came into her life and effortlessly wove himself into the seams of her heart in a blink of an eye.

She thought they’d just be friends, she really did, until she found herself falling for the energetic boy with a heart of gold after a few secret outings much like this one. Before either of them knew it, their friendship had morphed into something more, though neither dared to make a move. After all, they know how fragile idol relationships can be in their industry—interfering companies, invasions of privacy, the slew of hateful comments that every idol couple cannot escape...

There were many nights where Juliet stayed up late thinking if it was easier to stay friends than to take the next step. Idol friendships, even opposite-sex ones, typically last longer and are met with less scrutiny, after all.

In those times, she also found herself wondering what her life would’ve been if she never came to Seoul and became an idol. She never thought that at one point in her life, getting a coffee or grabbing lunch with friends without having people shove their phones in your face would be a luxury, but here she is.

But if she never came to Seoul, she never would’ve met her members, the kind staff members who treat her like a younger sister or daughter, the amazing friends she met along the journey of becoming an idol...

She also wouldn’t have met Chan, so there’s that.

She once asked him during a phone call last year how he and his members cope with all the downsides that come with being an idol.

“It’s a learning process every day, I think,” he says thoughtfully. “But in general, I try to tell myself that even though bad things happen, there’s still a lot of good that outweighs the bad...I get to meet amazing people and do what I love for a living...These things are what I will cherish forever, the bad things won’t last forever, and it doesn’t do me any good to lose myself in them instead of the good.”

Juliet thinks about that a lot. Not that he has to know, or he’ll never let her live it down.

“—say about the first snow?”

Chan turns to face her with confusion written across his face from a lack of response. She blinks blankly at him. “What?”

He shoots her a look of mock exasperation. “Were you seriously not listening to anything I was saying?” he whines.

“Sorry, I spaced out!”

“I’m not going to be friends with you if you keep ignoring me like this!”

Before the boy has time to react, Juliet grabs a handful of snow from the ground and launches it at his face. He splutters for a moment, brushing off the flakes from his mask as she cackles, but her glee doesn’t last long when he reaches for a larger handful of snow.

Juliet shrieks and jogs away from Chan, which isn’t as easy as she thought given that her feet keep sinking into the layer of snow. “Wait, wait! Stop! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“You have to keep it down,” he laughs, gently tossing the snow back onto the ground, “we can’t be out here screaming and drawing Dispatch’s attention.” His tone is light and teasing, but the mention of the news—no, gossip—outlet makes her wrinkle her nose in distaste.

Though she can’t help but find it funny that if someone from Dispatch is actually currently following them—and she hopes they’re not because, hello? What happened to privacy and human decency?—all they’d get would be footage of them throwing snow at each other.

“You’re right,” Juliet says as they continue walking, “let’s not give them more business. What were you saying earlier, by the way?”

“I asked if you know what people here say about the first snow.”

Of course she does. Even if it has never been brought up in the dramas or movies she watched, her friends outside the industry have certainly gushed about the symbolism.

“No, not really,” she replies, feigning innocence. Playing dumb is fun, especially when you can also play the ‘foreigner card’ to back yourself up.

“It’s said that any lie you tell on the day of the first snowfall will be forgiven, and that any wish you make will be granted.”

Juliet frowns. “I thought that was for the first snowfall of the season, not the year. So technically, today’s not the first snow.”

Chan’s mouth drops open in a large ‘O’. “I thought you said you don’t know much about the first snow,” he accuses before shoving her lightly.

“Ah-ah-ah, you can’t be mad at me! You said any lie told today will be forgiven!”

“You’re the one who said today doesn’t count!”

“Okay,” Juliet relents, “this can be our thing, then. We can have two first snows each year.”

He laughs, and she can’t help but admire the sound of it. It’s just so contagious and never fails to put her in a good mood. “Deal.”

They keep walking until her building is in view. Admittedly, it’s a risky move to have him walk her all the way to the building’s entrance, as it’s known that people tend to wait outside idols’ dorms hoping to catch a glimpse of them, but Chan insisted that he didn’t feel comfortable with the idea of her walking alone in the dark at this hour.

“You know what else people say about the first snow?” Chan’s voice loses its usual playful edge. Instead, it sounds far softer and might’ve even betrayed a sense of nervousness.

Juliet doesn’t respond, but she turns to face his side profile to assure him that she’s listening. He keeps looking down at the ground, so she decides to silently admire the straight slope of his nose and the sharp angle of his jawline.

“People say that if you confess to someone during the first snow, you’ll stay together for a long time.”

“Is this your way of saying that you want to be with me for a long time?” she teases, but her grin drops when Chan looks at her with a solemn expression. “Oh. Oh. You’re being serious.”

He huffs out a quiet laugh at her wide eyes. “I know we’ve talked about this before, but what would you say if I told you I want to be with you? Officially, I mean.”

What would she say? A million thoughts are running through her mind, and she feels as though she’s been struck by lightning. How would the boys react? Their second year since debut was only a few months ago, would they think it’s too early? Would they be upset with her? Should she tell her company or let them find out? Would they tell her to break it off if they knew?

What if they break up? Will they still stay friends after that? Idol relationships can crumble easily given the nature of the industry and its habit of selling the fantasy of idols being ‘available’. Ten fingers wouldn’t be enough to count all the couples who broke up due to the pressures that come with this job—hectic schedules, obsessive fans, meddling companies, cyberbullying, the list can go on forever.

Is it worth it to take the risk when there seems to be a million reasons suggesting that it’d be better to stay friends?

But what does she want? Does she want to live basing every decision off of appeasing people who only know her from what they see on a screen?

Or does she want to live unapologetically with the people she loves and cares about, even if she has to risk her reputation and image simply for being happy?

Her answer couldn’t be clearer.

“I’d say that I’d like that a lot. Unless you’re secretly playing a prank on me.”

To say that Chan is flooded with relief would be a massive understatement. “You scared me!” he whines as he clutches his heart. “You weren’t saying anything for so long and I thought you were thinking about how to reject me!”

“I’m sorry,” Juliet giggles, eyes shining up at him. “Forgive me?”

A dramatic, reluctant sigh. “I guess I can make an exception for you,” he finally says.

Despite their masks hiding most of their faces, their eye-smiles tell the other just how happy they both are.

Deep down, Juliet knows that a simple snowfall cannot guarantee a fulfilling, long-lasting relationship. Perhaps a few years later, or even shorter if they’re unlucky, they may find themselves dealing with imminent heartbreak and separation.

But when her gloved hand—gloves courtesy of Chan because he somehow knew she’d forget her own— reaches for his, interlacing naturally as though they’ve done it a hundred times prior to today, she hopes that the universe will grant her silent wish that they can stay like this for a long, long time; that no matter how much they and their environments may change, they will still be able to find happiness and comfort within each other. She thinks it’ll come true.

After all, it is the first snow. Their first snow.

— bonus!!

a/n: eeeeeeeeppppp ngl this is,,,kinda cute if i do say so myself ;-; and yes this is also indulging my wish to have a cute boy (preferably park seonghwa or lee chan) confess to me on a snowy day ahdjhwjs 😔 again, thank you for reading and take care!!

feedback is always and highly appreciated!! whether it’s a reblog, a reply, or a short ask, it would mean the world to me 🥺💗 and remember that you are more than welcome to chat with me about anything in my asks!!

[yacoka]

SHOOTING STARS

pairing — yamaguchi tadashi x reader

genre — slightly angstish? but overall fluff I think

beta — @doughnuts-5ever​

note(s) — my piece for the to infinity and beyond collab!!

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YEAR ONE

you’re a novice with trembling hands and a shaky stance. the weight of the bow is unforgiving, the string cruel, cutting deep into your fragile skin. the wind blows harshly, and you’re not entirely sure what, nor where the target is. so there you remain, eyes closed and bow drawn, snapped arrows scattered all around.

first days of anything are never easy, not when you’re entering a new phase of life, into a new environment all alone. sometimes it gets eased by the people around you, the friends you make. sometimes it doesn’t.

your first day of highschool stretches on for almost half a year, and you’re still where you’ve started - alone and lonely.

it has never been easy for you to make friends, and it certainly didn’t help you didn’t really know how to. you suppose it’s partly due to the fact that you could never decide on what to say and what time to say it. too many conversations had been killed by your ill-timed inputs, and eventually, you stopped trying.

loneliness is not a foreign companion, and you’d like to think you’ve made good friends with it. but it leans a little too heavy on you, every step takes a little more effort. it wraps its arms around you like a lover, whispering in your ears as you watch the group of teenagers in front of you push each other around, joking and laughing and having fun.

your head dips a little lower and your shoulders slump a little more. it’s just another day; another long, lonely day. you’ll be okay.

or maybe not.

a hard shove has you flying backwards, and you yelp in shock and fear. wide eyes meet yours and a hand reaches out to grab your arm, stabilizing you.

“hinata, you idiot!” a voice rages, and it snaps out of the shock-induced haze you’ve settled into.

“are you alright?” the boy in front of you asks, and you register who exactly it is that’s still holding your hand. his hazel eyes are filled with concern, and you can’t help but get distracted by the stray strand of green hair standing up.

“i- uh, yeah-” you stumble out. the warmth of his hand is distracting, and maybe you’ve been out of touch with talking to people for far too long. “fine.”

he eyes you worriedly, and there’s a moment of hesitation before he nods and lets go of you. “i’m so sorry about my friend, we were just messing around, and it got a little… out of hand.”

“it’s fine,” you shake your head lightly. “i’m okay, it’s-”

“i’m so sorry, are you okay?” another boy jumps right into your face, all pink-faced and messy red hair. “i didn’t mean to run you over, kageyama just bet me i couldn’t run backwards, i’m so sorry-”

he’s yanked back by another boy, this one taller than the previous two. “i’m sorry about this one, he’s lacking a few brain cells tonight.” he shoots you a bland smile before dragging the redhead away, another boy following after them.

“you’re sure you’re fine?” he asks you once more.

“i am, don’t worry,” you smile at him reassuringly. “i should get going, thank you for catching me.” without waiting for his response, you bow quickly, speeding off home.

you know it means nothing to him, but you remember how good it felt to have someone be concerned, to feel like someone cared. it's a fleeting thought, but you thought, just maybe, he could be someone to you.

you’ve only just begun to familiarise yourself with the bow, and you’re a far cry from a perfect shot. you’re still a little lost, beaten and bruised by the harsh snaps of the bow’s string. but you’re learning, and the arrows aren’t as cruel as they once were. they too, have learnt to have patience with you. you shift your feet, and you wait.

it’s almost the end of the year when one of your classmates approaches with a nervous smile.

“hey, y/n right?” she smiles politely. you know of her presence, the blonde girl reminiscent of wild daisies along the road with a sweet spring personality to match. she’s even prettier up close, and you can’t help but panic a little at the realization that you don't know her name.

how could you have shared a class with her for almost a year and not know her name?

“i’m sorry, i must’ve got your name wrong! please forgive me! i was so sure you were y/n, i shouldn’t have made assumptions, please forgi-”

“no, no, i am y/n!” you cut her off quickly. “that’s my name.” a nervous chuckle slips out of you.

“oh,” her shoulders slump in relief. “that’s good. i’m yachi! yachi hitoka.”

“uh, hi yachi.” you greet her, awkwardly shifting on your feet. this interaction had been going on for longer than you were prepared for, and you were very well aware of how bad your conversational skills were, especially without preparation. thankfully, yachi seemed to get the hint and gets to the point immediately.

“i’m one of the managers for the volleyball club, and shimizu, the senior volleyball manager, is graduating soon, and we’ll need another manager to help us out. do you think you’ll be interested in joining us?”

the very idea of helping out a club, where you had to interact with numerous people, for the next few years, was in short, terrifying. but it was as if yachi could see the very thoughts floating through your mind, and she was quick to add on, “i know it seems really intimidating! i thought so too when i first joined. but everyone was really welcoming, and i think you’d be a great fit. please just consider it?”

at her hopeful smile, you couldn't say no, not without causing that adorable expression to fall. so without thinking, you blurt out a yes, you'll try out being a manager for a week. the grin that yachi gives you almost makes the nerves that follow worth it.

you somehow find yourself outside the gym after school, nervously listening to the squeaking of shoes and slamming of balls. a couple of minutes passed, and you gathered your scattered bits of courage into a tight fist, holding on to it for dear life as you push open the doors.

you’re instantly greeted by yachi, who as it turns out, was about to go and find you.

“hey, y/n! this is shimizu, she’s the senior manager.” you smile politely at her, introducing yourself. it doesn’t take long for the rest of the volleyball club to notice your intrusion.

“who’s this?” a grey-haired boy sticks his head over shimizu’s shoulder. she elbows him back lightly before introducing you to the boys who had been quick to gather around the entrance.

it was intimidating, the stares that were locked onto you, analyzing you. you weren’t used to this much attention, and your discomfort was clear as you shifted nervously on your feet, eyes darting around in slight panic. it ran from face to face, hurriedly try to connect the names that were being thrown out. tanaka, asahi, nishinoya, hinata, yamaguchi-

yamaguchi.

you gaped a little at the overly familiar face standing in front of you. that was the boy that had saved you the night before. and that must mean- yes there were the others, the one who ran you over, and the over two who had barely exchanged a few words before leaving.

(no, your shoulders did not relax slightly at their familiar faces. and no, your heart rate certainly didn’t raise at the sight of yamaguchi. you were perfectly composed, as much as you could be under the scrutiny of so many people.)

the polite smile you give is accompanied with a slight bow, and as you greet them officially, your eyes lingers a little longer upon the green-haired boy. maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for something else, something new.

YEAR TWO

the target finally comes into view, with black and green circles that surround a pulsing, bright red. for the first time you see something with stunning clarity, and you know where you need to aim for. your arms raise in preparation, the arrow poised, and you wait.

it’s been a little over six months since you’ve joined the volleyball club as their manager, and yet it feels like forever as you sit with your fellow second years below the large oak tree in the courtyard. there’s a soft murmur of conversation and laughter, mixed in with a little bit of chaos as hinata and kageyama get up to their usual schemes.

yachi reels them in just enough to keep things from exploding, though tsukishima certainly doesn’t help anything with his snarky jabs and snickers. you laugh once again as he throws another passive-aggressive comment at the two, leaning against yamaguchi’s side.

the contact leaves sparks jumping across your skin, and the circus comes to life within you. yamaguchi doesn’t seem to notice how affected you are, in fact even seeming to shift so you could lean on him more comfortably. no one notices anything, or so you think until yachi makes eye contact with you. she gives you a knowing look, and you flush deeply, pulling yourself upright.

(you miss the slight downturn of yamaguchi’s lips when you do so, and the subconscious shift of his body following yours.)

you manage to tame the turbulence of emotions within you, and with a fond smile, you watch your little group of friends as they chatter on about everything and anything. it’s sharp contrast from last year, where you were alone and lonely.

now, you had a group of people who you loved and cared for, and who loved and cared for you in return. it’s another day filled with laughter and joy, with burdens to be shared, and company to be had. you’re grateful for them, for all that they’ve brought into your life, even the chaos that trail behind them.

loneliness wasn’t foreign to you, but it also wasn’t as close of a friend as it used to be. instead, these five had filled the void it was so determined to maintain, and they pushed you to grow as they did, to aim for higher heights, even when it seemed impossible.

and as yamaguchi smiles at you when you try and fail to catch the grape that hinata pelts at you, you realize, the warmth you once so desperately sought now curls in the corner of your chest, hidden behind your ribcage.

you had them now, and they had you.

even with a clear target, you can’t seem to take the shot. it’s frustrating, and your arms ache from being held up for so long, your fingers bloodied. the bowstring is stained red with your aching failure, and you’re sure your limbs have gone numb from being frozen for too long. but still, you maintain your position, set in determination.

there’s a running tally in the club room of who gets the most confessions out of the second years, and at the very moment, yachi takes the lead with eight. it’s a wonder it isn’t more, though you know there have been many who had been scared off by the boys.

(tsukishima and kageyama, to be exact. hinata and yamaguchi were much too friendly to ever be seen otherwise.)

and it looks like there’s another score to be added to the tally as you watch a freshman approach yamaguchi, one hand holding a letter and the other a box of chocolates. he greets her with a bright smile, and the sight sends dull, rusted arrows into your heart. it isn’t the first time he’s been confessed to, though it still hurts the same every time.

you can’t help the bitter smile that rests on your lips as you watch them. there’s a mixture of admiration and anger that bubbles in your chest; admiration for the courage the girl had to confess, anger for not being able to do the same. there’s a box that sits beneath your bed containing a bunch of letters you’ve written to him, though none of them have ever made it out of your possession.

it’s horrible of you, you know, to enjoy the look on their faces when yamaguchi turns them down, and the sick relief that settles your jealousy.

Today though, your heart drops into your stomach when yamaguchi accepts the chocolates, something he’s never done before. was he accepting her confession? a warm hand lands on your shoulder and you jump, whirling around to see tsukishima staring down at you.

“he didn’t,” the blond says firmly, his hand still firmly planted on your shoulder. “he won’t.”

biting back the tears that threaten to fall, you nod your head shakily. but the sight that greets you when you turn back around taunts you with deafening doubts you’re not sure tsukishima can quell.

“how can you be so sure,” you whisper quietly. “he looks happy enough with her, doesn’t he?”

tsukishima remains silent as yamaguchi pulls out of the hug, but his grip tightens, and you know he’s here for you, no matter what.

YEAR THREE

the target calls out to you, it dares you, it taunts you. but still you remain waiting, no matter how much your arms ache, how heavy the bow feels, how painful your fingers are. the tension’s drawn too taut, but you’re no stranger to it. you’ll hold, you’ll persevere on. you won’t shoot until it’s time.

it’s valentine’s day, and there’s a flurry of activity as people rush around trying to profess their love to someone. there’s a mess of chocolates flying and candies scattered around with a few people fighting to gift their present first. you’ve never been a fan of the chaos that valentine’s day brings, and there’s an underlying bitterness that comes from never being on the receiving end.

fighting through the crowd that had formed outside yamaguchi and tsukishima’s class, you managed to squeeze through the doorway. someone grabs your arm and yanks you further into the classroom, and it is only due to spending so much time together that you know it’s kageyama.

his grip was always gentle, but firm enough to guide you around.

“hey guys!” you grin cheerily at them. “so who’s got the most goods this time round?”

hinata raises his hand proudly. “i got three more chocolates than kageyama, suck on that!” he sticks his tongue out at kageyama.

kageyama scowls, grabbing one of the chocolates at the table and pelting it straight at hinata’s forehead. “just you wait, i’ll beat you by the end of today.”

“how much did you get y/n?” yachi cuts in gracefully, smiling at you from behind her pile of sweets. “i bet many people confessed to you, huh?”

you grin weakly at her. “none, actually. i don’t really talk to anyone outside of you guys.”

she frowns slightly at this. “well, that’s alright! do you want some of mine? i won’t be able to finish it all. too many sweet things isn’t good for me anyways.”

“no, that’s alright. thanks yachi.”

yamaguchi yelps suddenly, drawing everyone’s attention upon him. he’s scowling at tsukishima, rubbing his side in pain while the blond smirks in faux innocence.

“yamaguchi, are you okay?” your question has him flushing a violent red as he turns his gaze upon you.

“ye-yeah! i’m fine, tsukki just got a little handsy is all,” he waves a dismissive hand. you don’t miss the subtle glare tsukishima shoots him, as well as the hand that sneaks another pinch into his side. “also!” yamaguchi’s smile tightens. “i made some chocolates for you!” he thrusts out a black box tied off with a red ribbon.

your brows raise as you exchange an appreciative look with kageyama.

“for us? thank you yamaguchi, you’re the best!” hinata dives for the box, and snatches it out of his hands. he’s quick to delve into it, sounds of appreciation falling from his chocolate covered lips as he devours a good third of it.

“they weren’t for- nevermind, save some for the others hinata,” yamaguchi sighs exasperatedly.

“aye aye captain,” hinata replies with a salute. “these are really good!”

you also don’t miss the way yamaguchi keeps glancing at you, nor the flush that refuses to subside after you complimented his chocolates. though you refuse to feed into the voice that whispers to your heart that he likes you, he likes you just as much as you do him, you have a chance, a real shot here, you can’t help the flutter your heart gives in response.

the crowd begins to disperse into clusters of families and friends, and you fight your way through them to find your friends. you take three elbows to the chest and a couple near accidents before you find them standing under your usual tree.

“we did it!” you greet them breathlessly, throwing yourself onto the nearest person in a hug. the rest join in, and you’re surrounded by some of the best people in your life who have made memories worth keeping, who have helped you fly.

it takes a long while before the hug dissolves into slight tears and messy thanks and goodbyes. before you even realized what had happened, only you and yamaguchi were left standing alone beneath the tree, the other four having been caught by other friends wanting to say goodbye.

“so,” you smiled at him through watery eyes. “this is it.”

he grins at you, and it hits you how much you feel for him. you wished you had more time, more courage, more of him. what you would give to be able to say the words that have resided in your heart for a long time. i love you, i love you, i love you. you are made of the night sky, of stars that shine so bright, peace that brings so much joy. you are my wishing star, and there’s nothing else i’d wish for than you.

but you stay silent, a prisoner to your fear, chained by the doubts that have never left. instead, you do the only thing that doesn’t require speaking, one action that speaks of the thousand words you’d like to say - you offer him your second button.

yamaguchi’s grin widens into a smile, filled with hope and something too complex to be defined by words. his hand reaches out, shaking ever so slightly, and he offers his to you as well. it takes a moment for you to comprehend his silent response, and another before you slide your hand into his, your buttons clasped between both your hands.

his hand is rough from years of volleyball, but you find you don’t mind it when his free hand slides up to cup your cheek. it’s a tender gesture, and you melt into his touch.

“we took a while, didn’t we?” he whispers, leaning his forehead against yours.

“just a while,” you hum, shifting even closer to him. “but it’s worth it.”

your arrow flies, and it flies and flies, and it lands. it lands with a gloriously solid thud, dead center of your target. you’re a far cry from a professional, but your shot has finally landed, and you’ve won more than a bullseye.

you’ve won love.

[jinrawon]

Your wish is my command. Part 2.

Jinyoung x Fem!Reader. Royal AU.

Genre: Fluff, angst. A bit of fantasy perhaps.

Summary: When the crown prince, Park Jinyoung,  breaks his engagement he is forced to have someone he did not expect as his knight. Displeased with the idea, deep down he knows he will need her by his side.

Words: 3k+

Jaebeom had tried to talk to your father about the marriage but he did not falter. Even if he felt bad there was nothing else he could do for you. The chaos soon covered the halls of the manor. There was a marriage to prepare. 

The next few days there were no news of you. It was usual for the kingdom to know what you had done as the commoners loved you. Since the marriage agreement all you did was try on dresses and pick flowers. Your mother did most of the work you were supposed to do afraid of a possible sabotage. You did not feel offended at her distrust, she was right. The meetings with your soon to be husband were always short and your father was the one to speak for the most part. All the duke could get from you were yes and no. The news was yet to be known to the other nobles and even to the royal family. It was a well hidden secret. 

“ It’s not usually that I sell wedding dresses. “ Said the owner of the shop. He was a well-known designer and when you needed help with clothes he was the one you would come to. “ But I thought you didn’t want to get married, Y/N? “ And Bambam was probably one of the few people you had trusted all your life. “ And to that old geezer. The prince at least was decent, but that one? “ 

“ I guess I haven’t had a choice since the beginning. “ You whispered and saw another dress. All of them seemed obnoxious to you. “ I’m so sorry, we’ve been looking for a dress of my taste for ages now.”

“ And we are gonna keep doing it, “ He said. “ I’m pretty sure Yugyeom’s about to arrive, he’ll keep them occupied.”

“ What for?” “ Don’t you wanna stay away from them for a little? “ 

When Bambam told you that he did not waste time on getting you out of the shop while Yugyeom distracted your mother and your servants. He said you were going to a special “party” to lift your mood but what you did not expect was arriving at a masquerade ball full of drunk people. He had gotten you a mask before and insisted that you were good to go on your usual clothes. The place was not fancy but not one place of commoners either. It was something in between. Those people were not nobles like you and neither simple commoners so you finally saw what they were. They were bourgeois. Bambam and Yugyeom were bourgeoises as well, that is why you felt familiar with them. They did not differ much from nobles but they got what they had through effort. 

“ Surprised?” He looked at you through his mask with a smile. “ I am quite popular you know? “ You nodded. “ A drink is not bad once in a while so why don’t you get one? “ 

You were surprised at the atmosphere. Whenever a noble got drunk they would get away with every little thing they wanted but in that party they seemed to hold much more respect for each other. 

“ I can’t help but see that you have not danced at all, my lady.” A boy with broad shoulders and a voice that you could recognize without effort offered you his hand. He was not drunk but you knew he was tipsy. “ But I can help but feel like I’ve seen you before. “

“ You see me almost everyday , Wang. “ You smiled at him and for a moment he seemed lost in thought until he squeezed you in his arm. “ I can’t breath, Jackson. “ “ Is this what you've been doing all week? I’ve missed you. “ He was usually affectionate but the fact that he was tipsy did not help. He was hugging you as tight as he could.” Who can I go against in my sword battle if not you? “

“ Jaebeom? “ You answered him. 

“ But he is my boss . “ You knew he was joking . He could definitely train with someone else but it was a daily thing having a spar with Jackson. While you could fight like no one else in a hand to hand fight, he was the genius of the sword. You did not know anyone who had won him and you had learnt from him. He was the first friend you made within the knights, most of them too afraid to approach the future queen and Jaebeom’s sister. “ What if I win? He fires me? “ “ You know he would not. “ You hit him lightly in the arm. “ But… I don’t know, he may fire you for being in a place like this when tomorrow you have to work early. “ 

“ I haven’t seen you here if you haven’t seen me. “ 

“ My lips are sealed , sir.  “ You took his hand and got close to him. “ Are you still up for the dance or are you afraid my brother will fire you? “ 

“ Are you taking me for a coward? “  

“ Am I? “ 

You danced with him for a while and soon felt tired. It had been hours and you were sure people were looking for you. You had to look for Bambam and go back to the shop. It was not long until you saw him. He was the main interest of a group of people who wanted to know his secret for the growth his little shop had had. The instant he saw you he dismissed the people and went to you. 

“ You think it is time for me to choose that dress? “ He denied with his head and took a sip out of his wine. “ We should be going back before they accuse you of kidnapping. “ 

“ No worries about that, Mr Knight will cover for us. “ First Yugyeom and then Jackson. He sure had a way with making people do whatever he wanted, you were no exception. “ But yes, we should go back. Not that the dress will look good on you anyway. “ 

“ I think I’m quite the beauty , you know? “

“ Marriage does not go with you, “ He answered. “ You can always say “ bye , i’m living as a farmer and disappear “ , I will even do your farmer clothes. “ “ A farmer does not go with me. I am a knight. “ 

“ I can introduce you to some farmer friend of mine to help you get land. “ He insisted but he was starting to laugh at your face. “ And who knows? Maybe someday I’ll go to visit you and I’ll see some mini Y/N running and I’ll introduce myself as the top designer of the kingdom and they’ll be like woah. “ 

“ Aren’t you getting a little bit too excited , young man? “ You crossed your arms over your chest while looking at him. “ But if I have to run away I’ll make sure to tell you. “

It was not long until you arrived at the shop. Yugyeom was sitting on a chair with a look you had never seen in his usually smiling face. 

“ Finally! “ He said. “ They think you are still choosing a dress so we better hurry. “ 

“ How the hell did you convince them? “ 

“ I may have said something harsh to them? “ He tried to avoid telling you but eventually your gaze made him give up. “ I told them that if they were gonna make a woman marry to at least give you time to feel pretty. “ His voice became more and more low as he spoke. “ I shouldn’t have told them off , right? “

“ I am grateful for having you as a friend,“ You smiled, thankfully. “ and I am relieved to know I’m not the only one against this. “ 

“ I can still talk to that prince , you know how we are friends, right? “ 

“ If by friends you mean he wants to kill you every single minute of his life then, yes, why not? “ 

“ She’s got a point. “

That same day the news of your marriage reached the queen’s ears. His son asked her why has she been concerned all day and for once she was mad at him. He did not understand, she had never been angry at him. He was perfect at what he did just to avoid disappointing her but something had really upset his mother. He left her alone following the advice his father gave him. She would be better to talk to the next day. 

“ Jaebeom. “ Jinyoung called his friend’s name. When he looked at him he knew it was not only his mother that was upset. “ About what Mark suggested the other day…”

“ I don’t think I will be able to do it. “ He seemed exhausted and in a bad mood. He had seen him like that at times but never as bad at this one. “ My family is just way too busy for me to join you. “ 

“ That’s fine. “  

He soon came to know about your wedding. There was nothing he could do. Despite thinking he was okay with all the time you avoided him he hated you for it. He tried his best and because of that for him you were the one at fault. If you didn't want to marry you should have thought better. You made that come to yourself. Deep inside he knew he felt guilty but not enough for him to change his mind. 

The day of the wedding rehearsal soon came. You were at the church where you would marry the old duke and you could not help but think how everything could have been. Your mother looked at you as if you were the prettiest and tried to convince you about how once you had children you would be the happiest. You quickly answered with a " I only see you crying. " making your mother go away. You knew she was not at fault, her parents had sold her just like her grandparents had sold her mother. It was always the same and no matter how many time it passed it didn't change. You wished you could be the one to change it, the turning point. 

Jinyoung went to the church. He felt guilty so at least for once he wanted to make things right. He had to apologize at least. 

As his horse approached the place he could not help but notice the feeling of uneasiness that was growing in his chest. You had always been stubborn, you avoided marrying Jinyoung so he wondered how was it possible that you gave up when it came to marrying that old duke. You had to have a plan no one knew about. When he arrived the chaos was the first thing he noticed before watching you run away with a wedding dress on. Before you could go further he grabbed you by the wrist and made you stop making you gasp. 

" What? "

 It was not your plan. He knew just by the look on your face. You did not have a plan, you were running away because there was nothing else you could do. 

" Y/N , stop. Where are you going? " 

You had ripped your dress to run and your heels were in your hands. The lady your family had made you was nowhere to be seen yet what worried him the most was the face of horror you had. 

" Please, just this once, " You said. " Let's not get in each other's way. " You were not asking him, you were begging and your eyes were those of someone who had no way out. You knew there was no point in running away and yet you wanted to because there was the only way out you knew. " Not anymore. " He let go of your wrist and you joined eyes in one last look at each other." Thank you and… I'm sorry. For everything. "

He knew he had to do something, if not for you for Jaebeom who would become a worried brother once he discovered you were gone, but he couldn't. For once he had seen you as you were and he wanted that person to be free. 

It was raining hard and you were wet. You were alone in the streets late at night with a wedding dress on and there was only one way in the city you knew. You went there because you had promised. 

You thought both of them would be sleeping but the lights on the great house that stood in front of you were on and you knew your friends' rooms. Perhaps Bambam was designing something new and Yugyeom was preparing some meeting to help his friend. The second one had always been great at making women do whatever he wanted even if he was shy around them. He was also a dancer who taught, that's how Bambam got the money to do his shop. They were good friends and it was amazing the mutual understanding they had sometimes. 

When a servant finally opened the door she gasped. 

" Lady Y/N, godness, you will grab a cold." You were amazed at how kind their employees  were and it was a show of their understanding of people. Not even one of those people would leave the side of those two boys. " I'll bring you a towel and a tea and I'll call the masters. " 

" I am sorry for troubling you this late at night. "

When both of them saw you they could not help but be horrified. You were their best friend. Someone they had never seen like that. Your feet were bleeding and your dress was barely wearable. 

" Are you okay? " Yugyeom was the first one to approach you. You had never seen him that worried before. " Why are you like this? Did someone do this to you? "

You could barely speak. Seeing someone worry over you so genuinely broke your heart because you knew you were about to lose that. If you married that old geezer you would never see them again and neither Jackson. You were going to lose everything that mattered. Running away was the best option you could have come with. 

" I knew wedding dresses weren't your thing but, damn , this is another level of hating them." You could not help but laugh. He was right, you never liked them. " You want that old knight's clothes I made for you? "

You nodded thankfully and he was gone. 

" Did you run away, noona? "

" I did, " You answered Yugyeom. " I could not do it. I almost threw up. "

Even if he was usually goofy he couldn't help but be deeply worried about you. 

" Just stay here, noona. We'll keep you away from him, I promise. "

" I know you will. "

After changing your clothes and taking a bath you could not help it. Hiding you from a duke could lead them to their demise, you knew that. You could not ask them to give uo what they had achieved so you left. 

 When the next morning you were gone Bambam and Yugyeom went crazy looking for you. You left leaving only a letter behind. 

Even if I know your good will I can not ask you to do this. Work and keep doing what you like. I'll always be proud of being your friend. I just had to say I was running away because I promised. I am sorry and I promise I'll take better care of these clothes. Thank you. 

The queen herself had ordered to find you when one week passed. She was worried and could not let you alone out there. The weather which first seemed nice became horrible and it was foreseen that you would get caught in heavy rains. Jaebeom could not stop worrying and soon Jinyoung let him off work. He could not have his friend working when he had had no sleep. What the prince did not expect was having Yugyeom begging on his knees. He wouldn't have asked him to kneel, not when he seemed so distressed. The guy was not one to beg but there he was and it was for you. 

" We hid her, " He said." Bambam and I have been her friends since we opened the shop. Please hyung." It was soon that the head of his young friend hit the floor begging even more than he was. “ Bambam is out there looking for her with this weather and so is Jaebeom hyung, it’s not only her that will get sick if we don’t find her soon so please. “ Jinyoung did not need his young friend to beg. He was planning on doing it anyways, he could not see Jaebeom bringing himself to death out of exhaustion. He did not know why you meant so much to them but he had seen the effect you had on people. Jaebeom, then his mother and his friends. Everyone seemed to have a high value of you. He wished he knew but you never let him near you. 

“ You did not need to do this but it was quite funny to see, “ He said trying to make humour out of the situation. “ I’ll remember to bother you about this later. “He was quick to prepare his horse. The knights were already on the move so he did not know what else could he do but he would find you and help you. “ Everyone has been bothering me way too much. “ 

Yugyeom could feel his heartbeat relax, he could trust his hyung, even if he teased him and threatened him he knew he could always trust him when it came to serious matters. 

He let Yugyeom come with him just because he had some questions. Why would you run away was the first thing he asked. When he discovered it was about the marriage thing he could not help but sigh and think how ridiculous the situation was. You just had to get married, it was not a big deal. 

“ That’s easy for you to say,”

Had answered Yugyeom. Jinyoung wanted to understand you so he kept on asking and soon discovered how you wanted to marry no one if it was not out of your will. It was not enough reason for him but then he discovered the hard truth. The man you were going to marry was the Duke, the one who he would make his sisters avoid if he had any. There were women in society who wanted to marry him out of his wealth but you knew better. You were once engaged to Jinyoung so he understood that if you were going to be sold to someone then it would only be someone who could make you queen. You were once his fiancé and that was the reason he had to save you from the old Duke. He could not let anyone think that an older, uglier, and worse in general, Duke had stolen you from him. He would not let anyone think that. 

He gave himself all types of excuses but deep down he knew he could not let you go. The eyes he had seen on your face that day were asking for help and he could not deny it, not to you. He didn’t know why, he was just fond of you, he had always and that is why breaking the marriage had taken too much time, because he did not want to. 

“They were doing the rehearsal for their marriage day, “ Yugyeom had explained. “ She panicked so she ran away to Bambam and me. “

“ Why did you hide her? You are aware his family could accuse you both of kidnapping, right? “ 

“ We couldn’t just let her on her own.”

Perhaps running without a plan had not been the best idea but there was no turning back. You were freezing and the rain was soaking you. Your bones felt numb and you could barely feel your fingers. It had been more than a week since you had gone away and you could barely walk. There was no food, no medicines and nothing you could drink. If you died it would be out of your own stubbornness, there was no one else to blame but you. That is why you wondered why the Duke and Jackson had found you. You knew the only thing protecting you in a moment of weakness was your friend. If the Duke was alone he would have not doubted in beating you up because he knew once you were healed you would have made sure to answer to him in the most furious way. The news were quick to arrive to everyone who was looking for you. It was said that they would bring you to the Duke’s mansion so Jaebeom was the first one to go. Jinyoung accompanied him wanting to do something for you. 

When the carriage finally arrived he felt nervous. Your arm was being pulled by the man and Jackson quickly stood in between both of you. Jaebeom was also fast to reach your side. 

“ Such insubordination will not be easily overlooked, “ He threatened as he tried to grab your arm once more. “ I’ll make sure to tell his majesty about this.” “ You can tell me instead. “ Your mind was too hazy to even wonder why Jinyoung was there. He stood behind the knight and right by your side. He pulled you closer to him and made sure you didn’t fall to the floor. “ Have I told you you have quite the nerve, Duke? “ His arm around your shoulder made you feel more comfortable than you would have thought. “ She broke the engagement to be my knight not your wife. “ 

“ What are you saying, your highness? Her father said…”

“ When it comes to her you ask her first. “ He said finally. “ You are not allowed to marry her, no one is. If you ask her father then marry him not her. “

You had told him to stay out of your way but he was never one good at that and for once you were relieved he wasn’t. You were thankful, everything that was in your mind disappeared and all you could think about was the kindness the crown prince had given you.

Chapter I. 

[mulletcal]

if my heart had a voice - a (bi/aro) calum hood blurb.

a/n: okay so i’ve had this idea in my brain for so, so long and i had hesitated a lot writing it but i’d like to give a special thank you to: @frontmanash​, @softbabiestan​, @sexgodashton​, @goth5sos​, and @irwinkitten​​ for giving me motivation and being so sweet while i wrote this, i appreciate all of you so, so much you have no idea.

this is my first time writing something like this, so i hope you enjoy. it’s a genderless reader insert!

word count: 2.6k

warnings: struggles with romantic orientation, mentions of smut but no actual smut.

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Friends with benefits - it’s something that sounds easy in theory, but movies and TV shows would lead you to believe otherwise.  Complicated was a word that was often associated with it as well, stating that no two people could simply have sex, that feelings would always end up involved.

That wasn’t the case for Calum, well, not really.  He had met you, and the two of you hit it off right away.  You talked into all hours of the night until the sun came up about anything and everything; he felt heard, he felt appreciated, he realistically felt what most people would deem as a crush, or romantic attraction.  Calum couldn’t bring himself to call it that though, because that’s not how it seemed to him.  It felt natural when the two of you fell into bed together, a tangle of limbs and breathy moans, but he never was drawn to the idea of asking you to be his partner.  You never seemed to mind either, which Calum was grateful for; he had so many questions that constantly circulated through his mind, he wasn’t sure if he was ready for a conversation about why he didn’t want more with you.

Calum’s racing thoughts seemed to never cease, a constant question of why didn’t he want more with you; or simply why he never wanted more with anyone.  His last relationship ended because what he thought was love turned out to be nothing more than just a physical attraction, lips never parted long enough to sort out emotions before it was too late.  Love had been uttered in a fruitless attempt to keep her around long enough to hopefully truly feel something, but it never worked. 

Another Saturday night rolled around, and the two of you had started a movie you never saw the end of, too distracted with exploring each others’ bodies.  Seeing you lie next to him, chest heaving with a small smile on your face brought a smile to his own lips, admiring you basking in the glow from the TV screen.  Calum often wondered what you were like around your other friends, if you made them laugh as hard as he did, or would also text them in the middle of the night with a random thought or meme.  Panic crept up on him at the thought, suddenly fully aware that he could be caught up in some sort of TV trope - did you have romantic feelings for him? Was there a possibility of losing you forever if he didn’t reciprocate the feelings?

His mind couldn’t settle that night, tossing and turning, mind racing at the thought of losing you.  Would he lose you? Banished to a new level of weird and uncomfortable - running into someone in public who you know has seen you naked, or even more seen your face when you’re about to fall over the edge. 

Morning came much too soon, and Calum sighed, glancing over to you as the sun came streaming in through the curtains and casting you in some sort of ethereal glow.  Maybe if he went to make some breakfast rather than staring at you it could help to clear his head.  It wasn’t often that you decided to stay for breakfast, but he hoped that sharing a warm meal together would encourage him or sway him one way or the other - to talk to you, or maybe feel something more romantic towards you.

Stretching as you came into the kitchen, you smiled at the sight of Calum there flipping pancakes, “Eating for two, are you? Calum, is there something you’re not telling me?” You faked a gasp, laughing lightly.  He swatted at you with the spatula, just barely missing you.

Calum knew you could sense something off with him, just by the way you carried yourself about the kitchen, taking a seat at the island.  Your movements were gentle, calculated, as if one small thing could set him off - not that had ever happened, but you were walking on eggshells and he knew he needed to say something.

The two of you ate in silence for the first few minutes, Calum glancing up at you to make sure that you were enjoying the food alright. 

“Can I ask you something?” Calum had stopped eating, a serious expression on his face, causing you to put your fork down.

“I was going to pull the old ‘you just did’ bit but it doesn’t seem like the time for that,” you chuckled, tucking your chair in so you could lean your chin on your hand. “What’s up?”

“What’s wrong with me?” He asked, worrying his lower lip between his teeth.

You furrowed your brow, slightly confused, “I’m not following.”

“Like… I’ve been thinking a lot lately. I broke up with my last girlfriend because while I felt a connection and we got along great, the… romance just wasn’t there? I’ve gone on dates, and there’s nothing. I thought it was just that I was going on shitty dates, but then I met you - you have all the qualities I could want in a partner, and clearly I’m attracted to you; but I don’t find myself wanting to be involved… romantically?” Calum was playing with his fingers, not meeting your eyes. “I hope that doesn’t hurt you.”

You laughed lightly, reaching across to take his hand in your own to stop the wringing of his hands, “Calum I’m not offended, not in the slightest. What we have going on is good, but I understand if you want to stop that too.”

“I don’t-” He said quickly, laughing as he scratched the back of his head.  “I feel like it sounds like such a stereotypical dude thing to say that I’m cool with continuing to have sex with no emotional attachment.  Not that I don’t feel anything towards you, I just-”

“Calum, I get it,” You grinned.  “I hope you know I wasn’t here looking for love, yeah? Me and you get on great, and the sex is great.  But if I wanted a boyfriend, I would have told you from the start, I promise.” Your reassuring words had Calum letting out a breath he wasn’t aware that he was holding, squeezing your hand that was still in his.

“I just feel like I’m… Cold, I guess? For not wanting more?”

“Love, you’re the least cold person I know.  You’re so genuine and kind, and you have so much love for your friends and family.  You’re so cuddly, always down to hold hands, or just hold someone if they need to be held. It’d be different if you didn’t show you care, but you do in the ways that matter.”

Your answer seemed to be good enough for Calum, because he went back to eating with a small smile on his lips.

It helped to ease Calum’s worry that he was going to lose you because of how he felt, but the lingering question in the back of his head ate away at him of why he felt the way he did; also, why it was just bothering him now.  So, when you left,  he did what any millennial would think to do: he Googled it. 

He wasn’t sure what to search for at first - it wasn’t something like an ache or pain in his body where you could look up ‘shoulder pain’ and find out you only had 4 days to live.  It seemed much more complicated, to put into words how he felt; but he ended up settling on ‘lack of romantic attraction’, and he was shocked to find that it was, indeed, a thing.  Calum had learned within minutes of his Google search that this wasn’t just a ‘one or the other’ kind of thing, but that there was a whole variety of people.  It made his chest warm to read blog posts of people coming to terms with their romantic orientation, seeing how many had struggles similar to his own.  The term ‘Aromantic’ seemed the most fitting to him, and he liked the idea that maybe one day romance could happen, but if it never did he wasn’t weird for wanting the physical only.

**

It was a few after Calum had come to his realization about his orientation overall, and he found himself as he usually did - in his backyard with Ashton, a couple cups of coffee deep while they both scribbled into their songwriting notebooks.  He knew that none of his friends would judge him, they may be a little confused because no one in their group had “different” romantic orientations - they simply assumed they’d end up with a partner one way or another.

Ashton had been in the middle of a thought when Calum interrupted, “Hey Ash?”

Ashton furrowed his brows, eyes lifting from the page to look at his friend, “Yeah?”

“You ever heard of the term ‘aromantic’?”

“I don’t believe so, why?” Ashton placed his pen inside his book, closing it to give Calum his full attention.

“I’ve been kinda struggling a lot lately, doin’ a lot of self reflection and all that,” He started, letting out a heavy breath before he continued, “It seems like a term that really resonates with me.”

Calum couldn’t really read the expression on Ashton’s face, instead being met with the man’s furrowed brow and fingers lightly drumming on the cool metal of the table. 

“What does it mean?” Ashton was now leaning on his elbows, more engaged in the conversation.

“In like… Simpler terms, it mainly just means lack of romantic attraction.” Ashton’s face read a little confused, but Calum carried on anyway, “I’ve learnt in the last few days that there’s a difference in sexual orientation and romantic orientation.  With my last girlfriend, I thought I loved her, but it was more about the sex than anything. I d’know if it really sums me up, but you know my whole friends with benefits scenario.  I thought it would make sense for me to fall in love with them.”

“But you haven’t? Fallen in love with them, I mean.”

“No, which is what led me to this point to begin with.  If I were to make a list of everything I’d want in a partner, they would check all the boxes.  I do care for them, deeply and genuinely, but it’s not in a romantic sense - more of a ‘you’re one of my best friends in the whole world, and sometimes we fuck’.” Calum hadn’t realized how red he had gotten, but it definitely made him fan himself as he let out a small chuckle, “I’m sorry, that was… A lot of information.”

When Ashton broke out into his signature grin, Calum couldn’t help but to mirror it with his own grin, “Well brother, you know I love you and support you no matter what you choose to do.  I told you I’d help you hide a body, but I do hope it never comes to that point.  Just don’t be an asshole and I’m always here for you.”

Calum laughed again, rubbing a hand over his face, “That made me so fucking nervous man.  When I was thinking about it, I was kinda like ‘this sounds so cold’.”

Ashton cut him off from going any further with a scoff, “We all know that’s the last thing you are.” With that, Ashton reopened his book and continued on with a lyric he was talking about previously; and Calum couldn’t wipe the grin off of his face.

Over the next few days, Calum had told his friends individually - being met with open arms and plenty of questions. Of course he didn’t mind, but it was relieving to him to feel like things were going back to normal, and he was starting to feel more like himself again.  He hadn’t gotten to see you since that morning at his house, but he had texted you to tell you about his new findings - your congratulating text in return, saying how you loved him and were proud of him, had him grinning the rest of the day.

The Fourth of July came quicker than any of them had anticipated, and Calum’s group of friends scrambled to come up with some last minute plans.  You had to work during the day, so you would miss the planned barbeque at Michael’s house, but you would be off in time to meet them at the local park to watch the fireworks that Calum had seen a sign for a few days prior.

There was nothing easier for Calum than being around his friends; and while he knew they accepted him and easily accepted his realization about his romantic orientation, he still worried.  Worried that things would be different, or they would feel the need to treat him differently.  But as he sat there, beer in hand, warmth washed over him when he noticed no palpable tension in the air; instead his ears rang with Ashton’s giggle as he laid on the lawn with South and Moose, wrestling with the two dogs.

With everyone thoroughly fed (and a majority tipsy), they all decided to make the small trek to the park, Calum offering to walk with Moose along the way - his secret favourite of Michaels’ dogs, though he’d never say so.

It was long after they had gotten there did you arrive, the sun finally starting to set to hopefully cut through some of the heat from the day. Moose launched herself at you to signal your arrival, which in turn set off South - before you knew it you were on the ground being bathed in puppy kisses.

“Quite the welcome,” You teased, scooping up South into your arms when the pair had finally eased up.

“They know how to roll out a welcome mat, what can we say,” Calum laughed, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek, enveloping you in a warm hug.  The hug was more rigid than you were used to from Calum, and it gave you a weird sense of tension off of him.

Sitting down next to him, you frowned when you noticed his breathing was shallow on top of the weird tension that was coming off of him in waves, “Are you okay?” You never hesitated to be honest with Calum, and you’d hoped that he’d be as honest as he was that morning, especially if something was wrong.

Calum nodded, pursing his lips in thought for a beat before finally speaking, “This is just the first time I’ve seen you since that morning, I just wanted to make sure we were good.  I know I haven’t been the best at keeping up communication lately.”

“You were never much of a talker, love,” Your shoulder nudged his, prompting him to look at you.  “We’re good… Never better, I’d say.”

Calum’s shoulders visibly relaxed, his wide, charming smile reappearing on his lips.

“There’s the squishy man I know and love,” You said, reaching your fingers up to pinch his cheeks.  “You gonna come lay here like they’re doing or what?”

Glancing around, Calum saw everyone paired up one way or another, couples and best friends alike had one person leaning against the other; the last bit of sunlight casting a glow over all of them.  A feeling of calm settled over the crowd, and Calum especially - he had waited to feel like he had purpose, waited to feel wanted.  As he settled against you, you began to play with his hair gently; and he understood that his purpose was just to be who he was - a man who loved his friends and family wholeheartedly, to want what was best for others, rather than want for himself alone.

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The Lawyers Lies

Summary : he has it all the money, the status , respect from all those around him . The wife . He has the life everyone wants it's perfect. But he isn't. He cant help himself to himself or his wife for that matter ,this only leads to lie after lie .

Warning: swearing , cheating (if it bothers you then dont read )

The Rogers law firm was the most successful firm in all of Brokyln , all of the New York . With the leading man being one of power and strength as he had never lost a case , and built the empire he now sits on . His a boss that could easily leave his job to other but that's far form who Steve is , still takes case no matter how big or small and never loses , impressing everyone around . Yet despite the power , the life he leads you have Learnt that Steve has a caring nature and one were he protects those who cant protect themselves, that why he came into the job he is today. He has the life , the wife and as his right hand women went it comes to cases you learned to learn about Steve very well. Too well that the pit you feel in your stomach only grows more and more . And you are unable to keep your feeling in check as you have fallen for the taken caring man . But that didn't stop him from falling for you too . Or so he says .

The annual gala was in full swing . As one of the top lawyers at the firm you had to attend, as much as you didnt want to . You were wear a stunning satan black dress that flowed against your figure with a slit on on of the legs . It caught the attraction of many man that have come over to you more then once . Sending straight back were they came from as you wernt interested. You dont think you'll ever be interested in any other man that wasnt Steve Rogers . You knew it was wrong but you could help your feeling you had fallen for a married man . Your boss on top of that . This 'affair ' as much as the word sickens you because you arnt proud of it . That's what it was at the end of the day . The both of you had a little but to much whiskey as you were building a case on night and one thing lead to another. And you havnt been able to stop that night was 8 months ago . And the little crush you had , has formed into you being a women madly in love . But your not stuiped you know he would never care for you as deeply as you care for him nor would he ever leave his wife . And you were okay with that , you could live with that .

But your child cant and you want let them. The shook of what you discovered this morning is still very much with you . You dont know what you are going to do . Other then you know you have to end this with Steve and quit Rogers firm . It would be for the best . He would keep his wife and build a family with her, while you take care of your child by your self . And with that you were surprisingly okay about .

As you stood at the bar with your orange juice you were oddly becoming exited over the thought of being a single mother. You know it wouldn't be easy , but the love you had already form your infant you like nothing you have ever experienced. A smile small placed on your lips, despite knowing your child will never have a father you were okay with that , and hopeful him of her would be too .

Your smile quickly fell tho as you heard the boming chuckle of that so soothing voice you love so much . You turn your head to see as smiling steve with his wife Sharon with a wide smile as well looking up at him in awe , with his arm around her waist pulling her closer . A pang of jealousy ran through you . As a larger group appeared in front of you , you lost view of then, 'thank god '

As the the clock on the wall was almost at 11 pm you thought it was about time to leave . Well not after one last trip to the ladys . As you left the bar , you made your way through out the crowds . You turned a corner that lead to a corridor with rooms and the bathroom at the end. As if came into sight you speed up . Only to be yanked backwards you almost trip over your heels as you stumble backwards and pushed into a room . Your back hits a wall and you hear a door lock and are caged with two armed at either side of your head . It all happend quickly you couldn't process it . Until your eyed locked with two blue orbs that stared right back at you . With s sweet smile .

"Well hello there " his sweet rough voice broke . As you inhaled a sharp breath you didnt know you needed as the scent of whiskey hit you .

"Steve are you crazy, some one could of seen ..." you were silenced with his lips on your as he hands fell to your hips . This would have been a good place to end things but you didnt want to not yet anyway apart for you doesnt want it to end ,that's why you made a deal with your self 3 months tops and you would be out of Steve life. It would give you enough time for closure and prepare for your child.

As he pulled back his forehead came and rested on your "I really need to do that, if wanted to do that all night " he placed another peck on your lips "you look so beautiful in that dress "

"Your not bad your self you know " you said with a smirk making him chuckle that made your heart flip.

He took a step back "I should... I should probably get back "

You nodded with the familiar pit forming in your stomach. He cupped your cheek "but ha I'll see ya tomorrow eh ?" He said with his Brooklyn accent coming through think .

"Yeah... "

"If your not that hungover " he finished for you with a chuckle. It was far from the truth .

He place a hand on the door handle " right " he placed a chase kiss on your lips " bye love " and will that he was out the door as you stood in the dark room for what felt like an entity . Until your body gave you a reminder of where you were ment to heading. You left the room and bolted to the bathroom.

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Your stomach was turing as the small of coffee hit you as you entered the building . Your arms tightly around case files as you tried to balance your self on your heels . You entered the lift only for it to be near enough full . As you step in you look round as put names to faces . Your heart drops and you see the women who has the heart of the man who has your. Sharon was standing at one side with her head down looking through her phone as you stood at the far end to avoid her and the guilt that eats you up. You still love around and calm as a tall brunette came and stood between the too of you . The lift door closes and begans to move .

" morning y/n " the brunette had a warm smile .

"Morning James " you replied .

The lift door open and you both exit the lift leaving Sharon and the others in their. As you both began to walk the corries you make small talk. About his wife and your best friend Nat . And laugh at her anitic .

"Are those the Rowln files " he pointing at the files as you almost made it to your desk .

" yes there are ... I was wondering if actually you could do me a favour ?" You ask in shy voice as the pair of you stop infrount of your desk .

"Of course , anything for family " you laugh at that since the 3 of you (nat , james and you ) don't have relative so you call each other your family .

"Ummm I was wonding if you would take the files to Rogers for me and maybe .... take over the case " you scrunched up your face.

"Are you sure. It's a big case , if would do good to anyones carrer, and I dont want to take that away from you "

You knew this. But it was apart of your plan to began distancing your self from Steve . The less cases you worked on the less time you would spend together. The easier it would be when you permanently remove your self form his life .

"I'm sure . If its okay with you . I just have other cases and I dont really care much for the publicity "

"If your sure .... " you place the files in his hand

"I'm sure!" You giggled . "Take the damn cases Barnes "

"Okay ,okay " He stepped backwards hands in the air in surrounder as he held the case files in one hand . Chuckling . " I'm sure the team and Rogers will be disappointed losing the right hand women to be replaced with me " he joked .

"Eh there get over it " you said walking around and plonted your self in your chair . As your feet and ankles already ached , you made a mental note to stop wearing heels for fbe next 8 months. You flung your hand at Bucky , "dont you have a case to build "

"Yes ma'am " he turned as walked away with the biggest smile on his face. You knew that this case would be good for his career . You too a deep breath. And brought your chair under you desk as you began the long day at work .

+++++++++++++++

Lunch came around and went as you wat your usual only for it to end up down the toilet 20 minute later .

Your head was stuck in a file as a shadow loomed over your desk . You brought your eyes up . To be met with a pissed Steve .

"You gave your case to Barnes " his anger and disappointment showed both in his voice and face.

"Indeed I did Mr Rogers i have other cases , I think Mr Barnes would be good for this one as well as I dont very much care for the publicity. " you said honestly but missing the key reason as much as if hurt you , you needed to get away from Rogers end this . Without the words that would cause you to cry. You hope this would end with your feeling gone as your 3 months plan would unfold.

His eyes soften and place his hand on your desk to hunch over and meet your eyes

"But you are always on these cases with me " he said as a winning child .

"I'm sure Mr Barnes will be a great advantage to the team as well as your to have much fun with "

"That as much as I would with you " his whispered with a devilish smirk which caused you to have one of your own as you placed your pen down . And put your full attention to Steve .as he leaned closer in. " come and meet me tonight, usual place ya ?" He ask in his husky voice that was hard to resist.

"I cant sorry " you said as you looked back down at the file .

"What?" I stepped back with bus hands now in his pocket "why ?" He almost sounded hurt " Sharon's going on a girls night out so we have nothing to ... "

"So am I " you interrupted him.

"Sorry?" He questioned.

"I'm going out with Nat tonight "

"Oh " now you could see the hurt in his face. As you tied to ignore it . But this is what you had too do . And it's not like your lying you are going out with Nat because you knew Steve would ask . As much as it hurt you , as much as you wanted to be in his arms you needed to end this .

"Have ... have I done something...."

"I have cases to get going back to Mr Roges and I'm sure you do to " you interrupted him as you saw people approaching and he followed your gaze and gave a knowing nodded and you both tried to mask your feeling.

"Of course miss y/l/n " and with that he was gone

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"Hiiiiiiiii " you heard the squeal that belonged to your best friend ,as you approach the bar she was sitting at . In the dark club with only a couple of lights lightening the surroundings

"Hi there " you took the seat next to her.

" how you been ?" The stunning redhead asks

"I'm doing good , what about you ?"

"I'm really good actually " she began then elbow your side with a smile. " thank you by the way "

"What for?" You gave her a confused look

"For giving Bucky the case . He was very VERY happy about it " she said with a wink

"Well your welcome " you chuckled

The two of you caught up on your day as the bartender approached .

"What can I get the two for you ?"

"Two shoots of tequila and two red wines please " Nat answered for you

"Um no actually " you said before the bartender could make the drinks .

" what it's our usual! " nat argued.

"Could we have one glass of wine and a lemonade " you glanced at Nat " but keep the two tequilas "

For Nat of course , the bartender nodded and headed to make the drinks

"What is with you ,? Why ain't you drinking?" She paused for a moment her eyes grow double in size " your not pregnant are you?"

"What of course I'm not !" You laught it off as now is not the time to spread the news no matter how much Nat is your best friend you couldn't risk her spilling in front of Bucky that would the lead to Steve .

"Some got to be driver , as well as my heads still pounding form last night " you lied .

"Oh okay, thank god " she laughed as the drinks appeared in front of you .

The night went on and the place got more crowded, Natasha had maybe too much to drink but was still standing stronge as she dragged you too the dance floor . With the bright lights you and were laughing and dancing 'who says you need to be drink to have fun '

As Nat spun you around, you stopped dead in your tracks as your eyes landed on a certain booth . With a certain blonde blue eyed man. The booth was in the darkest corner but you would notice those blue eyes anywhere. A women was sat next to him as there stared at each other with him giving her a cheeky smile . You assumed it was Sharon and maybe he went out with her after all she is his wife .so you were about to turn round when the women went to grab her drink of the table as a light quickly shined on her face . The reveal Peggy Carter his assistant. You couldn't tear your eyes away

'Maybe it's just friends having a drink '

Your heart dropped as his lips met hers as he bright her closer to him , in hunger and passion Everything froze . Your chest tightened and heart hammered . You ran out in a hurry sicken at the sight . Your surroundings turned into blurs and silence as you rush out the doors missing natasha yelling your name . For your hot sick to reach the bitter bit of outside .

You have seen him with Sharon multiple times and yeah you have always got jealous and abit bothered but he always assured you on how he felt about you . But this was worst . As the reality set in . He never ment anything he said . The times he told you he cared for you had feeling for you . Was all a lie . Yes you were the other women but you wasnt the only one and that hurt so much more then anything . Yes you was going to end this soon but it doesnt make it hurt less .

As your back hit the brick wall you inhaled a shaky breath as your eyes were blurry and tears rolled down your hot cheeks causing a bitter bite against the night. Nat came rushing by your side and pulled you into her side as you let out a loud sob .

"Ha ! What's going on " she rubbed the side of your arms in confert .

"I'm an idiot and stuiped fuckin idiot . " you whispered

"What ! Of course your not " she brought your face into her hands and lock eyes with you "now y/n you tell me what's going on right now " you shook your head in response you didnt want to burden her but you need to tell someone "NOW " she damned

You calmed your self down and brought out the shaky sentence "I'm.....I'm pregnant " you looked away " a... and its ..st..steve Rogers "

You turned your head to look at Nat who was in pure shook . You could see herself fighting with her self whether to shout and scream at you for being so stuiped or be supportive . Her nicer side won and pulled you back into a hug .

"Okay , okay your coming back with me so you calm down and then you tell me everything. EVERYTHING!"

"As long as you dont tell anyone .. promise "

"Promise "

[reidandweep]

For Arguments Sake

Asa Butterfield x Reader (female)

A/N- Sorry it took so long but a lot of things are happening at the moment so requests will take a while. I hope you enjoy @saritaobrien

Word Count- 3045 words

Warnings- fluff and a bit of angst.

Summary- “Something like the reader and asa are in the same group of friends but they use to fight because lf the sexual frustration and at a party they got locked into a room by their friends so they can sort things out with a making out session or something like that lol.”

“Goblet of Fire is way better than Half Blood Prince.”

“No, it’s not. Don’t even try to argue that it is, because it isn’t”

Y/N couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Asa’s reply. They had been arguing over which Harry Potter film and book were the best. They had just drifted from arguing whether the book of Prisoner of Azkaban was better than the movie.

Their friends tried to drown out their increasing voices, but it had become too difficult. Because of their constant bickering, many people who met the group found it surprising that Asa and Y/N were friends; even more that they held the longest friendship out of anyone in the group. The pair having met when Asa starred in Nanny McPhee and the Big Bang; with Y/N’s mother working as a make-up artist on the show. She had become good friends with all the children on the cast, but she could not help but be drawn to Asa.

Bickering was never a part of their friendship until both turned 18. Overnight their playful and teasing relationship turned into constant competition. Arguing over silly things like which movie was better, or whose turn it was to pick where to eat.

They had been rooming together since the start of filming for season one. Y/N had initially agreed to flat sit for Asa as he filmed in Wales, but she soon needed a new place of her own, and Asa conveniently had a spare bedroom. It may have helped their living situation, but it did not help the increasing sexual tension between the pair; causing them to argue even more.

But to his castmates, Asa constantly gushed about the girl, the smile on his face growing ever bigger when he mentioned her in conversation. When Asa announced that Y/N was coming to meet his friends and cast of his newest project, Sex Education, they couldn’t wait to meet the boy’s best friend after hearing all his sweet words. However, they could not hide their surprise when mere minutes after saying hello, Y/N and Asa broke into an argument over whether Spy Kids 1 or 2 was better.

It continued and continued. Y/N had become a member of the friendship group that Asa had formed with the cast. Even hanging out separately with them when Asa was busy. They could all see that the reason why the pair bickered so much was more than just to have the winning opinion. It was clear to everyone except Y/N and Asa that the feelings they had for one another had grown into something more than friendship over the years.

“You can’t seriously believe that Half Blood Prince is better than Goblet of Fire?”

The cast was over Emma’s to celebrate the wrapping of season 2. They had the official party the week before, but the closer group of friends wanted to celebrate with a chill night in, and of course, Y/N was invited. She had been there less than five minutes before she found Asa and Harry Potter was mentioned. The night had been going for over an hour, and the pair were still bickering.

Asa took a sip of his drink as Y/N through her hands up in exasperation.

“Yes. Yes, I can.”

The young woman groaned throwing her head back; missing the fond look that quickly took over Asa’s face. Every year they had the same argument, with it usually happening at Christmas when the TV showed the movies back to back. But the pair had decided to marathon the movies the night before; causing the occurring argument to rise again.

Aimee came to sit next to Y/N, forcing the woman to scoot closer to Asa on the sofa. Y/N instinctively leaned into Asa’s side, as his arm fell across the back of the coach; his hand unconsciously stroking the young woman’s shoulder as they continued to bicker.

“How long has this argument been going for now? An hour?”

With her head still hanging back, Y/N rolled it to face Aimee.

“For you an hour, for us since yesterday afternoon.”

Sat opposite Otis was Ncuti and Connor, who couldn’t help but chuckle at the girl’s response.

As the night continued, Asa and Y/N were unaware of the mischievous looks shared between their friends. Whilst the pair had been convinced that the chill night that the cast was having was to celebrate the wrap of season 2, it was actually for their benefit alone.

Their friends were ready for the arguing to end and for them to admit their feelings for the other.

Ncuti, Connor, Aimee, and Emma had all moved to the kitchen whilst the pair continued to bicker.

“So, what are we going to do because I am done with the constant arguing. Have neither of them learnt anything from the show?”

The group nodded their heads in agreement with Emma’s words.

“Well if the show has taught us anything, it is that confined spaces cause people to release their secrets.”

Ncuti, Connor, and Emma all stared at Aimee.

“Babe, you are a genius!”

Aimee giggled as Connor placed a kiss on her head.

Ncuti clapped his hands to gain the trios attention.

“Okay! Here is the plan…”

Whilst their friends go the plan underway, Y/N and Asa were still situated very closely on the sofa.

Y/N could not help but let the yawn escape her mouth.

Otis chuckled, his hand squeezing her shoulder.

“If you’re tired, I can grab us a taxi and we can go and carry on watching Stranger Things.”

Y/N giggled.

“That would be nice. I’m just going to go grab my coat and then we can call the taxi.”

As Y/N stood from the sofa, Asa let his hand drop to his lap; lifting his drink to gulp what he had left. Picking up his phone, he busied himself with answering any unanswered texts. But only a few seconds later, the space next to him dipped once more.

Looking up from his phone Otis saw Connor sit down in Y/N’s seat. Ncuti moving to grab the footstool to sit in front of the two men.

“You alright lads?”

The pair quickly shared a look at Asa’s words.

“Yeah, were alright mate. Finally stopped arguing with Y/N?”

The trio chuckled at Connor’s words.

“Actually, she’s pretty tired, so I am going to take her home. She’s just gone to get her coat.”

Connor tried to hide the smile on his face. It seemed that they didn’t even have to try hard for their plan to work.

As Asa waited for Y/N to return, the boys kept up conversation. Soon enough the girls, minus Y/N, came and joined in. Before Asa knew, Y/N had been gone for over 20 minutes.

Detaching from the conversation, Asa looked around the room to see if he could see her anywhere. Y/N was nowhere in sight.

“Guys, has anyone seen Y/N, she said she was going to get her coat. We were going to leave about 20 minutes ago.”

Everyone looked between them, waiting to see who would step up to knock the plan into its next level.

Emma cleared her throat.

“Her coat is in the airing cupboard next to the stairs; she might be around there somewhere.”

Asa thanked his friends, pushing himself from his seat, unknowingly leaving his phone behind.

The young man was unaware of Kedar standing near the staircase, waiting for the boy to approach the airing cupboard.

Asa swerved between the bodies of people and towards the cupboard by the stairs. His gaze still flittering across the room in case Y/N was anywhere else.

Asa quickly approached the cupboard, opening the door to see that Y/N was not there, however, hanging on the rail was her coat. Stepping in to the cupboard, Asa pulled Y/N’s coat from the hanger. Before he could turn around, the door slammed shut behind him. Confused, Asa grabbed onto the door handle and wiggled it up and down. The door was locked.

“What the actual fuck?”

He quickly reached into his pocket for his phone, only to come out empty handed.

All of the sudden the door burst open. Before Asa could even react, he was forced to the ground; groaning in pain.

“Jesus Christ.”

It took Asa a few seconds to realise that the force that pushed him to the ground was Y/N. The girl herself groaning in pain from being pushed into the cupboard.

“Are you okay?”

Y/N raised her head at the sound of Asa’s voice. Quickly realising how close their faces were, she lifted herself up from the floor. Holding her hand out to help Asa up, she pulled him to stand once his hand sat in her own.

“I’m fine. There’s no use in us trying to get out. I heard them lock the door.”

“Them?”

“Aimee and Emma. That’s why I was so long. I came to grab my jacket and they dragged me away to the garden. We were talking and next thing I know they were rushing me back inside and shoved me in here.”

Asa couldn’t help but be confused. Why would their friends lock them inside the cupboard for?

Sliding back down to the floor, Asa watched as Y/N made herself comfortable. Grabbing her coat, which she had dropped on the floor when she was dragged to the garden, Y/N spread the fabric across her legs as a makeshift blanket.

Asa could tell Y/N was tired. They had both planned to be home by now, hilling on the sofa watching Forrest Gump, not stuck in a cupboard with all their friends outside.

Y/N tried desperately to get comfortable but couldn’t. Huffing in annoyance, she pouted, her bottom lip sticking out ever so slightly. Asa couldn’t help but let his eyes drift to her mouth, licking his own lips absentmindedly. Allowing himself to drift to the ground, Asa scooted across the carpet until he was sat next to Y/N. Shoulder to shoulder; with their backs against the wall.

Unconsciously, Y/N moved her head to rest on her best friend’s shoulder. Her lips still set in a prominent pout.

Quickly untensing from the sudden change in position, Asa chuckled at the girl to his side.

“Why are you laughing for? This situation is not funny.”

Another chuckle left Asa’s mouth.

“No, but you are pouting like a child. You’re sulking like you did when you were teenagers and you weren’t allowed on set for a few days of filming.”

Y/N let out an annoyed huff. Snuggling herself closer to Asa, she brought her coat to lie across both of their legs. The boy was a walking furnace and she was going to take advantage of the fact for however long they were going to be stuck in there.

“The only reason they wouldn’t let me on set is because you couldn’t stay focused and they blamed me. I wasn’t even talking to you that day. So how could I have distracted you.”

Asa remember that day so clearly. He had just begun filming Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children in early February 2015. Y/N’s mum had been hired as Head of Wardrobe and Costume for the film; allowing the best friends to spend as much time as possible both on and off set. They were filming what should have been an easy scene, but Asa kept messing up his lines and looking in the complete opposite direction than he was supposed to. Instead of looking at his castmate Ella, his eyes were sinking into the view of Finlay Macmillan flirting with Y/N. Of course, everyone except Y/N realised he was staring at her, and next thing you know, Y/N was asked to go help her mother in wardrobe whilst they filmed.

“But you were talking to Finlay that day.”

Y/N lifted her head, looking at Asa in confusion.

“Yeah, and?”

Asa hands started to become clammy. Was he really going to admit this to himself? To her?

“And he was flirting with you.”

Realisation swept over Y/N’s face.

“No he wasn’t Asa.”

The boy became frustrated at her words.

“He blatantly was.”

Y/N couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

“No, he wasn’t”

Their faces inched closer as their voices grew louder; arguing against the other’s accusations.

Outside the door, Emma, Aimee, Connor, and Ncuti stood, not believing that their friends were still arguing.

Asa shook his head in exasperation. Looking at his friend in disbelief.

“Then please enlighten me in what way Finlay wasn’t flirting with you?”

“Because he was helping me sort out your birthday surprise! You were turning 18 Asa! I wanted to make it the best 18th birthday party you could possibly have. I needed help with decorations and what alcohol to bring for everyone because you know I don’t drink, and I wanted you to feel comfortable and happy.”

He couldn’t believe it. All this time Y/N had convinced Asa that his parents planned his birthday party that year. Not Y/N.

The pair were unaware at how close they were sitting There backs no longer to the wall as they had become so enthralled in their argument that they inched closer and closer towards the other.

“You planned my 18th birthday?”

Y/N couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her mouth.

“Of course, I did. How else would your parents know what alcohol you liked when you were underage. I helped you sneak out to try alcohol whilst I sat there and drank Ribena and made sure you didn’t get too drunk. I also planned your 21st birthday party as well. The only reason you didn’t have one for your 19th or 20th was-“

Asa crashed his lips onto Y/N’s. The kiss did not last long, as Y/N reared her head back in shock.

Y/N spluttered.

“What was that?”

Asa looked at the girl in front of him. The girl he’s known since he was 12 years old. They may have fought over the stupidest things, but he knew he could not fight how he felt anymore.

“I love you.”

Shock enveloped over Y/N’s face.

“I have loved you since I was 16. I have fancied you probably since the day we met. I wanted to be your friend because I thought you were cute, but then you turned out to become the coolest person I know. You distracted me when you spoke to Finlay because it made me jealous. I thought he was flirting with you and that made me jealous. It made me wish that I could man up and tell you how I feel. It took me an extra four years, but I finally have.”

Silence took over the room as Asa finished proclaiming his love for his best friend. The silence began to feel Asa with regret and dread. The young man was about to stand so that he could try and escape the uncomfortable situation. However, he ceased moving when he felt pressure on his arm. Looking down at his arm, his gaze travelled from the grip that Y/N had on him and up towards her face. Now that he finally looked at her, he could see the large smile that radiated from her; as well as the tears collecting in her eyes.

Y/N licked her lips, moving her had from his arm to place it at the nape of his neck, caressing his short hair as her other hand moved to hold his right cheek.

And in 5 simple words, Y/N evaporated the uncomfortable tension in the cupboard.

“I love you too Asa.”

It was Y/N’s turn to pull Asa in for the kiss. Both of them reciprocating the feelings and action. Asa wound his hands around Y/N’s waist as the pair raised to their knees to pull the other impossible closer.

Y/N melted into Asa’s touch; surprised at the dominance and intensity that Asa was displaying. She expected him to be shy or coy. But he had been waiting a very long time for this kiss to happen.

Before things could become even more heated, the door to the cupboard suddenly opened.

“Well at least our plan worked. They have finally stopped arguing.”

Y/N and Asa quickly broke apart and scurried to their feet, placing a slight distance between them.

Their friends all stood at the door, chuckling at Emma’s remark.

“I don’t know. If they’re going to be kissing all the time, I’d rather them argue instead.”

Asa rolled his eyes at Ncuti’s remark. Y/N couldn’t help but smile.

As their friends all stood at the doorway discussing their ‘genius’ plan, Y/N turned and grabbed her jacket pulling it on.

The group ceased their discussions as Y/N came walking towards the entry way.

“Excuse me.”

At the sound of her words the group parted like the Red Sea; watching as she walked away. They quickly all looked at Asa, who still stood alone in the room.

Asa looked just as confused.

It didn’t take long for Y/N to walk back and interlock Asa’s hand with her own. In an even bolder move, she pecked him on the lips in front of her friends.

“I thought we were going to go home and watch Stranger Things?”

Asa smiled at his girl.

“Yeah we are. Let’s go.”

Quickly waving goodbye to their friends, the duo rushed out of the party.

Leaning into her own boyfriend’s embraced, Aimee happily watched as the pair closed the door behind them.

“They will thank us at their wedding.”

And as the night went on, Asa and Y/N snuggled close together on their sofa. Kisses shared between episodes of Stranger Things.

“She definitely fancies Steve.”

Y/N scoffed at Asa’s statement.

“No, she doesn’t.”

“Yes, she does.”

“No, she doesn’t.”

As they argued once more Y/N climbed onto Asa’s lap. The young man’s arms circling her waist as she became comfortable. Their focus not even on the TV anymore.

“Yes, she does.”

Y/N giggled. Leaning to place a long slow kiss on Asa’s lips, she stopped just before their lips could touch.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

And as Asa connected their lips together, he knew that she was the person he would want to argue with for the rest of his life; if it meant that she was his.

[queenl712]

My omega part 1/? (Okay so I was bored and I just got in a typing mood and decided to write this since it's been in my mind for weeks😁, also if anyone does read this and like it please let me know if you want a part 2)

Description: you and kirishima have been friends since elementary school,you were special to eachother at first it was because you were the only alpha that stood up for him a omega he smelt like apple and spice which you loved but completely oblivious to eachother's feelings.

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You and kirishima were walking to to UA after leaving your houses when Ch happened to be in the same block, you were both nervous since it was your first day.

Kirishima: "hey y/n, you think we'll be in the same class?" He whined with puppy dog eyes.

You: "hmm hope so even if we aren't we'll still be together don't worry". you nudged him in the side playfully trying to calm him releasing permones which he loved your sent it smelled like berries almost as if a different berry for each emotion you felt right now you smelled like sweet strawberries.

Kirishima: " I know but still I want to be in the same class with you,what if you meet another omega and become best friends with them". He said while resting his face on your shoulder sniffing you scent gland. This was a normal thing as you both scented eachother often it became a habit overtime from when you were little.

3 alphas were picking on the new kid who just happened to be an omega and your alpha instincts kicked it , you stepped infont of him with your hands out between the bullies and him.

You: " back off jerks stop picking on him and stop acting so high just because your alphas!" You said ,you were slightly taller than him at the time and you were shorter than the bullies who were a year older than you and him.

Alpha 1: tch" who was talking to you mutt, beat it I'm just trying to talk with the weak omega.

Alpha 2: he chuckled

Alpha 3: joined in and pushed you which wasn't a very good idea because you just got you quirk which was similar to a element bender but you could only learnt how to bend air and water so far since you were little but even then it took a toll on your body using it.

You: " I said back off but if you want to 'play' , let's play" you smirked as the 3 alphas activated their quirks one had a fire quirk the other a floating quirk and the last one had a stretching quirk and so did you bending water form the sink were you all were outside in one hand and makeing a mini tornado in the other you smirked at the alphas as they all gulped .

Bring it on they said an you letbtme have it which as a result all of your parents were called in you had a graze on your right cheek from when one of the alpha's fire quirk made on your face but you dodged it in time.

Principal: "okay so anyone care to explain what happened here?" He quirked an eyebrow up at you all and all the bullies kept trying to out talk eachother blaming it on the other and you for retaliating.

You: "mr. Karu-san permission to speak?" You were quite the teacher's pet and they all loved you for being a respectful child.

You were granted permission and siad your side of the story that they alphas were picking on the new kid and you stepped in then they started it by pushing you and they sent the first shot.

You: " sir with all respect im proud I'd kicking there buts for billing and omega and one as cute as him". You said with your arms crossed and closing your eyes and looking the opposite direction of the alphas.

After that the 3 kiss were punished by their parents and it was you with your parents and him with his , his parents were thanking yours for standing up for him then he made his way over to you his chubby cheeks wearing a frown.

Kirishima: uhhmm.. l/n th..thank y..you .he stuttered with tears in in eyes and he touched your cheeks near the graze and years slipped out.your eyes widened as he started sobbing.

You: "hey sorry cry it's alright it doesn't hurt that bad" you hugged hugged him trying to comfort him by Instinct and he nuzzles in the crook of your neck and you scented him.

You: "it's okay now you smell like me so no one will pick in you!" You smiled and he was in awe of manly you were. Both you parents watched the whole thing and chuckled to themselves as his dad offered to buy dinner and kirishima suggested fries and nuggets by his favourite food place were it has a playground so you all went they had burgers while you and kirishima ate nuggets and fries then player in the large indoor playground until you were both to tired and you both feel asleep cuddling with his nose pressed up on you scent gland.

Back to present day~~

You both made your way to school and when everyone arrived a man that went my aizawa sensi had told you all about a test to place you all in and the desired classes 1A and 1B which were hero classes, ejiro had made it into 1A and it was your turn which made you mor excited that nervous since you got to showcase your quirk and was proud since you finally master fire ,you had mastered earth in middle school.

Aizawa: "you may begin" and bots camw rushing up to you and instantly you activate your quirk bending the group beneath the first two bits for them to fall and you used the other hand to bend water from a puddle that had just enough for you to wet the boys , now 4 were successfully beaten then out of no where aizawa something around your wrist which made you flinch then he smirked and said "let's se what you can do without a quirk" you were up to the challenge of course and you tried to Puch him he dodged ,he tried to do the same sending puches and kicks left and right while you dodging everyone you manage to land one kick square on his stomach which sent him back he smirked while you both were panting "I'm impressed I never had someone who could keep me in my toes in a while,in all honesty you passed with flying colours when you took out the bots but I just wanted to spar a little, welcome to the hero coarse kid" your eyes widened and instantly looked at ejiro in the stadium he had a big smile on his face.

As you both were walking home and recall the day's events he hung his arm around your shoulder happily "we're gonna be hero's y/n " he beamed with a big smile that had you smiling too , he stuck his nose on your scent gland you welcomed him. When you got home you saw both his and your parents around the couch in the living room , they both all attacked you and ejiro with questions and what happened,you told them about your day and that you spared with a quirk nullifier . You all ate dinner at the dining table and it felt so warm with everyone you loved..... wait love , you looked at ejiro and that's when it kick in you loved ejiro kirishima

Middle school~~

You: "ejiro hurry up my dad's makeing his spicy curry" you tugged him walking fast , you loved all things spicy and you dad's curry was 'chef kiss delicious' bit noticing how red his face was with your hands on his he loved you for ever since the first day he met you in elementary school but he didn't want to say anything even tho some what considered you his alpha he didn't know if you felt the same and at the time you didn't think of anyone that way despite everyone telling you and alpha has to court their omega but you ignored that.

Kirishima: "y/n we'll make it there in time slow down " apple and spice radiating off if him you speed up and said " not a chance omega" and smirked at hims as you basically ran home and like usual your parents and kirishima's were their waiting for you two to have dinner.

Second day of UA

You both had walked to class ,took a deep breath and open the door to see a angry ash blond yelling at a green haired boy making a scene and on the other side of the room was a pick haired girl with yellow eyes along with some others who apparently saved you a seat next to her and her friends you galdly took it and ejiro the one next to the angry blond it was about 5 seats away from you which made him pout.

Bakugo: thc" whatever duku" with a scowl on his face

Mydoria: "kachan don't be like that" he said looking like a kicked puppy . Kirishima already could tell he was a omega too and the ash blond looked at him seeing that he was a omega

Mydoria: " oh h.hey my n..name is..I..zuki mydoria what's yours"

Kirishima : "ejiro kirishima I saw your quirk yesterday you were amazing so many dude" he looked at the blonde " you too man your quirk is so cool it's nice seeing someone else with a fire quirk y/n would be so happy to shape with you" he beamed which for some reason made bakugo smile. Not long after the 3 because friends and he learnt that both of them were friends since elementary school and he told them about you and him which they already noticed his face was pink talking about you.

Bakugo: "she your alpha?" Despite his tone he sounded curious since it was obvious he like you

Kirishima: "no" he said in an almost puppy like way looking back at you only to see a bunch of omegas swarming you he felt his stomach turn as a pink one smelled you and a blonde one do the same .

Mina: "your the one with the element bending quirk right?" She said " that was so cool and you can fight without your quirk that was awesome"

Kaminari: " yeah! That was so cool y/n "

Momo: "if you don't mind , would you spar with me sometime?"

Uraraka: " no spar with me your were so fast and you have speedy reflexes" she smiled at you and you wished you had sunglasses to protect your eyes from that face.

You: "thanks I'd love to spar ,you guys are omegas right?" They nodded then one of your classmates signaled you that someone was outside for you, you got up and could feel eyes on you . It was a omega he had he thought you were really cool and wanted to go out with you. Your eyes widened at his straight forwardness but declined when you went back to class and was instantly questioned .

Sero: "well your really popular huh alpha" he said in a teasing tone you could tell he was a alpha it seemed that you found you friends group already. What you didn't know was that ejiri was paying attention in fill details if how omegas were drawn to you his eyes staring at you the while time burning with jealousy

(please let me know if anyone wants a part 2 😅 thank you for reading and even if it was trash thanks💙 ✌️)

[manggojooz]

Take My Hands Now (Part 5)

pairing: Jungkook x reader

word count: 2,291

genre: drama

summary: You were born with a condition that allowed you to feel the pain someone else was going through when you touched them. Jungkook, on the other hand, looked like he could not be any less bothered with other people’s feelings and was a well known playboy of the school. One night, at a party, while he attempted to turn you into his toy for the night, he grabbed your hand and pain crashed through you, making you wonder whether behind the facade of this pleasure seeker, he could also be hiding something.

warnings: none 

With an absolutely arbitrary deadline in mind, Jungkook dutifully headed to the bookstore the next afternoon. He bought you a caramel macchiato. “Last one”, he said as he left it on the counter for you.

You have started to get used to his wandering around the bookstore now. You still weren’t sure what kind of stunt he was trying to pull but you were fairly certain this will probably die down after a while, once he got bored or finds something better to do.  

He sauntered around the children’s section and found the book he saw you perusing that first time he came here. "Pfft, Winnie-the-Pooh", he scoffed in a murmuring volume.  

But he still ended up taking a copy and flipping through it. Jungkook was focusing more on the pictures than the words, eventually he landed on one page that looked similar to what he saw you reading that day:  

“All I can tell you, Pooh and Piglet, is that right now I feel really rather Sad, and Alone, and Not Much Fun To Be Around At All.

Which is why I haven't bothered you. Because you wouldn't want to waste your time hanging out with someone who is Sad, and Alone, and Not Much Fun To Be Around At All, would you now."

Pooh looked at Piglet, and Piglet looked at Pooh, and they both sat down, one on either side of Eeyore in his stick house.

Eeyore looked at them in surprise. "What are you doing?"

"We're sitting here with you," said Pooh...”

---

Another day. Jungkook must have gotten tired of loitering in the bookstore, so he sat on the bench in the atrium of the mall facing the store, sipping on his iced chocolate while playing with his phone.  

You knocked off from work and contemplated sneaking off without him noticing but somehow you felt that would be too mean. So, you walked over and said, “Are you not leaving?”  

“I’m waiting for someone”, he replied matter-of-factly still looking at his phone.  

Oh, he was? Guess you weren’t the reason why he stuck around then, you were mentally reprimanding yourself for assuming.  

Just then, a low and refined voice came from behind you, “Why are you waiting here, you could have just waited at the restaurant”, the man who said this walked up to Jungkook. He was middle-aged, dressed in a bespoke suit and had a pleasant disposition.  

“I was waiting for this one to finish her shift”, Jungkook pointed at you while replying. So, was he waiting for you or him? This is so confusing.  

“Y/N, this is my dad. Dad, you wouldn’t mind if she joins us for dinner right?”, Jungkook said.  

“Nice to meet you Mr. Jeon”, you blurted out, at the same time suppressing your urge to just run away.  

“Nice to meet you too young lady. We are going to the hotel’s restaurant. Care to join us, Y/N? The chef we hired there is really good”, he asked as he gave you the friendliest smile you have seen from anyone of that stature. And wait, so they own the hotel annexed to the mall too?

Once you were seated at a corner table with a superb view of the city, the manager of the restaurant came over personally with the menu.  

“What would the two of you like to have today?”, Jungkook’s dad said while turning the pages.  

“Jungkook always gets the grilled steak here, Sir”, the manager said confidently, “medium rare again?”, he asked. Jungkook simply nodded his head without even opening the menu.  

“Oh, does he? I’ll take the lamb chop instead, what about you, Y/N?”, Jungkook’s father added.  

You ordered a pasta and his dad insisted on getting everyone a cup of coffee, although you really didn’t want one when it was already dinner time. The rest of the meal was cordial. A little too cordial.  

His father seemed genuinely kind, gentlemanly, fatherly, but he was as much of those things to you as he was to Jungkook; it was almost as if he treated both of you with hospitality. Your dad will probably know your favourite dish at a restaurant or if you didn’t like a particular drink. But then again, this man looks like he carries half the world on his shoulders. Maybe rich families were just like that.  

At the end of dinner Jungkook’s dad said the car was ready at the foyer, he reminded Jungkook to drop you off first at your hostel and excused himself to attend to a meeting.  

Jungkook and you were taking the elevator down when it stopped at a random floor. The door opened and revealed a man and a woman waiting for it. The woman was clearly older but was very attractive and you couldn’t quite guess her age, the man had his arms around her waist.  

The woman paused at the sight of Jungkook in the lift, and you could feel the intensity grow in the air surrounding him. The couple entered and the door closed.  

“You came here to have dinner with him?”, the woman said after a while, her words cutting the awkward air, evidently aimed at Jungkook.

“Definitely not to see you”, he replied and you could almost feel him seething.  

Who was she?

That was when the lift door finally opened at the ground floor, Jungkook contemplated dragging you out of there as quickly as possible but he stopped short of grabbing your wrist. He marched out past the two strangers and you were left to try to catch up to him.  

“Jungkook, Jungkook!”, the woman shouted after him. “What time are you coming home tonight?”, her steps wobbled, which could be a result of the high heels she wore or could be something else.  

When you caught up to Jungkook at the car, he shoved you in by the handle of your bag, and he got in hastily after you. The car drove off before she could make it through the lobby door.  

Was she his mother?

---

Two days passed after that, and with each you felt like Jungkook was different from what you thought he was.

You slowly learnt a lot more about his father; he never spoke of his mother.  

His father was the idol of his childhood. Even though everyone said his father married his mother for her riches, it never felt that way to him. His father would attend Jungkook’s school events, pick him up after classes and they would often hang out at an ice cream place after that. But then when Jungkook turned eight years old, his father became the CEO of the company one day and these things stopped. He hardly even saw his father around the house anymore after that.  

“You don’t blame him for priotising his work over you?”, you remember asking Jungkook once.  

He conveniently pulled out a Spiderman comic from the bookshelf next to where he was leaning against, “With great power comes great responsibility, Y/N. He's to me what Peter Parker is to Mary Jane, but to the company and all the people relying on him, he’s supposed to be Spiderman.”  

Jungkook never blamed his father and he learnt that riches may bring some privileges but they also come with immense burdens.  

---

You were heading to lecture with Namjoon one day, and Mirae came running up to the both of you in the middle of the stairs leading to the lecture theatre.  

“Have you guys seen the news? Daebak…”, she whispered.

From your expressions she could tell that you both had zero idea what she was alluding to.  

“There’s so many articles up now about Jungkook’s mom, only daughter of the BH group”, Mirae moved closer to the two of you, “She’s having affairs. And yes, it’s affairs, not just one. There was apparently a singer called Julian Yoo, a trainee from some big company, can’t quite remember his name, oh and also the actor Daniel Park. And this is just apparently the tip of the iceberg. What even? Come to think of it, maybe this is why Jungkook acts this way”, Mirae was rattling on and on until she could see the look in your eyes turning annoyed at that last sentence.  

“We don’t know the full picture, and even if it’s true about his mother, should we really be dragging him into this?”, you questioned.  

“Even if we don’t the others will still. Wonder if he’s gonna be coming to class today after all this”, Namjoon said objectively.  

You sat in the lecture theatre constantly craning your neck to see if he was coming. Just a few minutes before the lecture was due to start, Jungkook strutted in in his usual posture. A backpack over one shoulder, hands in his pockets and looking as if the entire world can come at him but he wouldn’t bat an eyelid.  

The murmurs in the lecture hall became discernible, Namjoon leaned towards you and said, “Got to admire him for that couldn’t-care-less attitude he has.” Meanwhile, you watched him with worry.  

He glanced at you momentarily, registering your look of concern as he sat down at his usual spot at one of the rows below.  

Jungkook was in fact indifferent to what had happened, it was about time anyway. If he had no qualms about everyone calling him a trashy playboy, why would he be any more bothered by them gossiping about her? He was her son after all; promiscuity must be genetic.

Regardless, he turned his head ever so slightly towards the back row where you were seated and thought to himself, “but what great timing for this news to break.”

---

He didn’t show up at the bookstore that afternoon. After the lecture, you saw him walk out, blending into the crowd of people, and that was it.  

You tried to focus on your work. There was a new title that just came out and you were busy setting up the book display.  

The people who looked the calmest may bear the strongest storms within them. What if he wasn’t as indifferent to the situation as he looked on the outside? You were so deep in thought that you didn’t even notice your finger bleeding from a paper cut caused by one of the freshly-minted book covers.  

“You alright there?”, your store manager asked, eyes staring down at the droplets of blood pooling at your fingertips.  

You looked down and thought for a moment, “no I’m not, actually”. You took your phone out from your jeans’ pocket and decided to message Jungkook.

“Where are you?”, you actually just wanted to know this one thing. Maybe he’s fine and out partying somewhere, you hoped.  

Your phone buzzed.  

“Why? You worried about me?”  

At least he was alive.  

“Not exactly”, you typed but then deleted the message before you could send it. You were still deciding what to reply when your phone buzzed again, another message from him.  

“Last room, basement, arts faculty. Come if you want, it’s fine if you don’t.”

Arts faculty? Wasn’t he in business school? It didn’t really matter because there was a more pressing question – were you going to go?  

---

The room was clearly different from the other practice rooms, for the reason that it no longer resembled anything close to a practice room. Jungkook was sitting alone in the dimly lit chamber, cans of beer were strewn across the table and the floor. You walked in like you were entering a dragon’s den for the first time, trying very hard to make sure not to cause the dragon to stir.  

Your shoes brushed past a crushed can and the jarring clattering noises has Jungkook looking up at you. He exuded the same vibes as the first night you met him; eyes the usual shade of darkness, moat of nonchalance and arrogance surrounding him.  

He stared at you intently, and he spoke challengingly.  

“Are you going to ask if I’m alright again? I’m not. So, for the second time, what are you going to do about it?”  

What were you supposed to do in a time like this? What could you do for him? You walked over and sat next to him quietly.

Jungkook watched your every move closely. Were you just pitying him? Or does this mean his plan is succeeding?  

You two sat in silence for a very brief moment.  

“You know, Y/N, you should really take a page out of the other girls’ books. No guy will want you to just sit next to him when he is feeling down. That was not what I had in mind when I asked you what you were going to do about this”, his elbow was anchored on the armrest of the couch but his hands were waving around as he uttered those words.  

He always spoke with a tinge of frivolity, you wondered whether it was his defence mechanism.

“If you called me here for that sort of reason, then I’m sorry, you may have gotten the wrong person. And honestly, I don’t know what can actually make you feel better, Jungkook, really…”

It was the first time you said his name. He was surprised that he wasn’t even getting frustrated about you rejecting his advances.

“But, if I can’t comfort you… I can try to share your pain”, you said as you held out a hand.

A beat passes.  

“If that will make you feel less lonely, then take my hand.”

All he could do was stare at the hand you had extended to him. He said nothing, because what you said felt like everything.

[justlostinautumn]

The Assistant 20/20

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9,Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19

Avengers x Reader (Fury/adopted-daughter) Bucky Barnes x Reader

A girl trying to hide her past who was adopted by Nick Fury, but cared for by Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. Being Tony’s assistant and asked to help the rest of the team. She doesn’t remember much from her past, but maybe working with this group of misfits will help knock a few memories loose and open some doors to the past. – Sorry if this sucks!

A/N: Please send me thoughts on where you want to see this imagine go… or ideas for new stories! 

Just the Epilogue and then we are done!

BREAKING NEWS: Y/N FURY AKA BLACK CAT IS NOW AWAKE! This was the headline on every news channel and also in every newspaper. Interviews about everything and anything to do with Y/N her likes and dislikes. In group interviews, she is always seen as being with Bucky and Wanda. Holding hands with Bucky and laughing at something they said. She had no shame in admitting she was with the former Winter Soldier, even when asked if his past deterred her from loving him. 

The first time someone asked that Y/N felt Bucky stiffen and try to step away but she held tighter to him, with a frown she looked at Steve confused who then explained.

“They are asking does his past make you love him any less,” Steve said calmly with a smirked as he watched her face change from confusion to anger.

“Why would I love him any less for things he had no control over? I think the question should be asked is does he love me any less after finding out I was born a monster.” She growled out her stance slightly more protective over Bucky and the press was in shock about how defensive they were of each other.

Displays of their protectiveness were displayed whenever someone would try and suggest anything about the other or their relationship. But, they were always the ones who could bring the other down with small touches and this seemed to make all the fans fall in love with their relationship. Twitter always exploding with pictures of cute moments between the two.

After being agreeing to join the Avengers everything seemed to fall into place Bucky kept to his promise of cooking for her every day. The food seemed to be getting better, every day! Pancakes for breakfast more often than not, pasta for lunch and homemade pizzas for dinner were the favourites. Without fail, every Sunday Y/N managed to get Maria and Nick to come to the Compound for Sunday Roast. Getting to spend time with them and have family time made it all worth it.

Natasha asked for someone to do Ballet training with which she was happy to agree to. Y/N has always loved Ballet it was one of the only memories she has of her Grandma, taking her to the Ballet and showing her the beauty of it. As much as it was a part of her training it always made her Gran smile without fail. It is one of the only good memories she had of her childhood and she never stopped loving it, even with the way her parents tried to use it as a weapon against her. Dancing with Y/N helped Natasha to regain her love for Ballet.

Clint and Y/N went on walks with Lucky and pulled pranks on the rest of the team. They usually targeted Sam, Tony and Peter. Stealing their favourite treats and Y/N often pulled Loki into helping her pranking Clint. The prank wars driving the rest of the team insane to the point that Nick threatened to ground both of them causing the team to laugh and make jokes about it for months after.

She continued to keep Tony alive! Still doing some assistant stuff for him, as he would still haul up in the lab for hours on end and as much as it wasn't her job she couldn't have him dying on her. Peter and Y/N worked in the lab together and with Shuri when she came. The four of them were always in the lab together having fun, messing around, joking and generally causing mayhem.

T’Challa and Dr Strange taught her more and more things. Magic was one of the things Strange showed her and taught her about how it worked and the art behind it. T’Challa took her to Wakanda with Bucky showing the machine they used to help him along with more about their country. Learning about their culture and the beauty Wakanda had to offer.

Thor and Loki liked to train with Y/N, she was never predictable. Loki liked to make sure with all the carbs and fats she eats that she stays at peak form. Thor and Loki also love to tell Y/N stories about home and what Asgard was like. She learnt all about the family dynamic, Y/N and Loki became close due to the fact that they had a fair bit in common. Loki became a part of the fold with Wanda and Bucky.

Steve, Sam and Y/N’s relationship took a little work but they all sit down and have a drink now and then, they mostly play games and teach Cap and Bucky more about this century and Sam and Y/N like to tease them a lot. It took a while for them all to trust one another, Y/N was willing to put in all the time and work because she loves Bucky and she knew it would make him happy. They are his best friends, one for a lifetime and the other more recent but it didn't mean that he didn't trust Sam the same. The boys saw her efforts with her apology and baking treats they liked, offering a night for them to sit down and talk it out... with a lot of alcohol! 

Pietro likes to see how quick Y/N reflexes are. Running around in circles around her or speeding past her throwing things at her and it always amazed the rest of the team she could catch or dodge whatever it was. At one point he tried to take something but she caught hold of him and pinned him to the wall warning him to stop or she would use him as target practice!

Wanda and Y/N just enjoy being together, laying around talking and maybe a little shopping with Nat, Pepper and Maria. Wanda was the easiest person to be with, because like Bucky she didn't have to say anything out loud for there to be an understanding. It was always a simple action or touch that conveyed what they wanted to say to one another, but it also helped that they could talk through Wanda’s mind-reading.

Bucky walks into his room to see Y/N laying on his bed with boxes everywhere she had recently decided to move into his room considering she spends most her time there anyway.

“Do you ever plan on unpacking these?” Bucky smirks at his girl as she laid sprawled out on their bed.

“Eventually, I was just reading.” She smiled up at him and he saw the box filled with books with a pile on the floor and the rest still in the box. He looked at the bookcase she attempted to build but clearly given up halfway through.

“Kitty we really need to get the room sorted. I think I might go insane!” Bucky collapsed next to her pouting at her, his blue eyes melting her resolve in just giving up.

“Fine.” She sighed putting the book down and rolling of the bed and walking towards a box marked clothing.

“What about the bookcase Doll?” Bucky smirked at her.

“Would you be the best boyfriend in the world and put it up... because I think I might end up throwing it at Tony’s head.” She growled the last bit.

“Why?” Bucky laughed and he walked over the bookcase and got to work he looked up to see Y/N head pop out the wardrobe and walk towards a stack of boxes that was clothing and shoes and push them.

“He said this would be fun, this was a great idea... boy said we could have the wardrobe. How in god’s name am I meant to fit all this, in that wardrobe?” She had her hands on her hips as she tilted her head as she muttered to herself and Bucky laughed.

“Doll you okay?” Bucky smiled at her.

“Yeah! Tony needs to build bigger wardrobes, he also said building the bookcases would be eas...” She spun around and saw Bucky had already built the bookcases and unpacked all her books on them, she kept opening and closing her mouth like a fish out of water. Y/N was shocked at how quickly Bucky worked.

“What?” Bucky gave her a shit-eating smirk.

“You know what! Nothing!” She stomped into the wardrobe and managed to squeeze everything into it, but made a note to talk to Tony about possibly getting a bigger wardrobe or something.

“Kitty?” Bucky poked his head in and looked shocked at the inside of their wardrobe, he used to kinda just throwing anything anywhere. But now things were colour coordinated and organised by what each item was.

“What?” She gave him the same shit-eating smirk he had given her. Without a second thought, he pulled her close led her out of the bedroom picked her up by the thighs and started to kiss her before he threw her on the bed and followed closely after her. Hands trailing up her body as he crawled to meet her lips once more for another breathtaking kiss.

Laying in bed together a thought runs through Bucky’s mind... Where are we going? He feels Y/N shift in bed and she smiles at him, burying her face into his neck and he pulls her close to him as they lay in the early morning sun.

“What are you thinking about James?” Her voice was raspy from waking up and it sent shivers down his spine and his grip on her hip tightened.

“Where are we going?” He sighed.

“To the end of the line.” She kissed his neck and pulled back and looked at his surprised face. 

“So... marriage, kids and white picket fence?” He smirks at her. He watches as a smile spreads across Y/N lips and she settles on her side looking at him as he copies her.

“Maybe not so much white picket fence, maybe a nice cabin in the woods by a lake.” She smiled thinking about.

“How many kids?” Bucky smiled at her.

“2-3 maybe more. I don’t know.” Her eyes shine and her smile broadens.

“I’m liking this. Would we still be Avengers?” Bucky frowned slightly thinking about the possibility of either of them dying on a mission and what might happen to their children.

“Maybe only when the world is ending? You could still help with training Agents and I could actually be the Teams assistant.” She sighed softly.

“Would you be willing to give it all up?” Bucky knew how she felt about everything.

“We deserve our happy ending James, we’ve both given enough.” She smiles at him and leans in and places the softest of kisses on his lips.

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[lostinshawnsmemory]

Figure You Out: Chapter 4 - Shawn x African OC

A/N: I would like to apologise for how long it’s been since you saw Shawn and Tolani. Life just gets in the way you know? That being said, they are back with a vengeance.

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“How was the date with coffee boy?”

Tolani stopped,  her fork halfway to her mouth. Desire had insisted that she joined her, Nicole and Kyle for lunch on campus during their collective free period and there was no way she could get out of it. “We haven’t hung out as a group since that night.” she had whined. “That was a week ago. I mean we all live together.”

“Umm. Coffee boy is fineee.” Tolani shrugged drawing out the ‘fine’. “Just fine?” Desire asked with a raised eyebrow. “You looked so excited before you left yesterday and we didn’t catch you at the cinema so it must have been good.” she wiggled her eyebrows.

“You’re dating!” Nicole squealed. “Nope.” Tolani shook her head. “I’m not dating anyone.”

“What’s wrong with dating?”

“Firstly, one coffee date doesn’t mean I’m ‘dating’. ” Tolani said raising her hands to put the words dating in air quotations. “Second of all, I didn’t come all the way here to meet a boy. I have shit to do.” Tolani huffed, signalling the end of the conversation.

“You know we didn’t ask you to come out just to ask about your coffee date right?” Nicole looked at her. “We want to hang out with you and get to know you.”

“Yeah.” Kyle added. They’d crossed paths a few more times after ‘liongate’ as she was calling it. After that comment, she’d been incredibly wary of him and even though she wouldn’t call him a friend anytime soon, he was someone that Desire spent a lot of time with and because of that, she was willing to give him a chance. “We want to be here for you.”

The sentiment was sweet if not a little premature. Tolani knew that they were being nice and wanted to get to know her, but she just didn’t feel 100% comfortable around them yet. It took a while before she warmed to people, save for a certain curly-haired singer who knew more about her than anyone in the city, though that wasn’t saying much when she took into account how many people she actually knew in Toronto.

“The date with coffee boy was good.” Tolani smiled thinking back to her coffee date with Shawn and the subsequent car ride date if you could call it that. “We talked about life and music. You know casual first date stuff.”  “You said the word date!” Nicole observed winking at Tolani “And you were clearly out of your comfort zone and I for one am happy about it.” she sipped on her drink. “It was…. nice.” Tolani muttered staring at her meal as if the answers to the universe’s deepest questions were in her pasta salad. “He’s cute.” she shrugged.

“Look at you divulging information” Desire said with a raised eyebrow, “I thought I would have to threaten you for you to tell us anything.” Tolani playfully elbowed her. “I share things with you guys.”

“Yeah right.” the two girls scoffed in unison. “You actually have to be around to share things with us.” Desire noted, “And to add on to what I said earlier, it’s been donkey's years since we’ve seen you.”

“Shut up!” Tolani rolled her eyes, a small smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. It felt good to have banter like this. This was what making friends and building relationships looked and felt like. The only other person she felt like this around was Shawn and while she liked having banter with him, she knew that she couldn’t rely on that alone. She needed her own friends, people she could joke around with and be herself around.

“Oh, I was going to tell you!” Nicole screamed startling everyone at the table. “You know how you were flirting with Shawn Mendes that night?” For the second time in less than an hour, Tolani’s fork stopped halfway to her mouth. “Yeah...” she said trying to keep her tone as neutral as possible.

“Apparently he was seen riding around with a girl in his car.”  When the words hit homeTolani’s stomach dropped and she was flooded with numerous emotions, the primary ones being anger and jealousy that Shawn was with someone else. "What?!” Her and Shawn were not involved romantically and he had a right to do whatever he wanted. Tolani knew that but she couldn’t deny that the feelings were there. “When?” she asked with trepidation.

“A few days ago, here I’ll show you the photo.” Nicole took her phone out of her bag, it took a few seconds for her to pull up the photo but those seconds felt like hours. Eventually, she turned her phone around and showed everyone the photo in question. When she saw the photo, Tolani was immediately filled with relief, but that feeling was then taken over by a new one, dread. The photo Nicole was talking about, was a photo of the two of them when they were out driving, but you couldn’t tell it was her due to the angle of the photo. The comments under the photo were full of conjecture. Everyone wanted to know who the girl was. Some speculated that the girl in the photo was someone on his team, others were sure Shawn had a girlfriend, while others stated that she was just a friend. And some people were certain they knew who it was and kept name-dropping her.

The saving grace was that no one had mentioned her name. ‘Hopefully, everyone has moved on from me.’ Tolani thought making a mental note to check her Instagram comment section and DMs that she’d been purposefully ignoring.

“This is from a fan account.” Kyle noted, “You follow Shawn Mendes fan accounts?”

Nicole nodded “It’s all over social media. Shawn is notoriously single and whenever he’s with a girl, the internet goes wild. That being said, I’m a huge fan. I’m actually seeing him in a few weeks.” She then turned to Tolani “You should come with me!”

“I don’t knowww” Tolani shrugged dragging her words. “Won’t it be sold out?“ “I’m sure we’ll figure something out. Maybe you’ll run into him again.” Nicole winked, referencing their initial meeting. “Still can’t believe that happened.” Tolani felt her cheeks warming. “Yeah, it would be crazy to see him again after that night.” She hadn’t told her friends about the two separate times she’d met Shawn. She wracked her brain for anything she could use to change the topic of conversation and was eternally grateful when her phone beeped letting her know she had to leave for a seminar starting 10 minutes.  “Sorry guys, I’ve got to go, I have a seminar on microeconomics in 10.” ‘Saved by the bell.’ she thought as she picked up her bag and walked away.

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Tolani walked into her first seminar of the school year feeling a little nervous. Lectures were easy to manoeuvre, you sat there in silence and left when it was over. Seminars were different. As far as she knew they were much smaller groups that encouraged talking. This was where she struggled. Tolani was the kind of person who only spoke when she was comfortable and there was no way she was comfortable enough to speak freely in a room filled with people she didn’t know. These were the times she wished she had a friend she could go with, alas none of the friends she did have did the same degree as her. So she sat in the back row, hoping that the class would go by without consequence and she could go about her business.

A little while later a woman walked into the room and stood by the board. “Hi my name is Kirsty Morten, but you guys can call me Kirsty and I’m going to be your seminar tutor.” she was a younger woman, much younger than Tolani anticipated, with kind eyes and a warm smile. “Okay so before we dive into microeconomics and what that is, I’m going to go over the register and try to put some names to the faces. Okay?” Her statement was met with an unenthusiastic “okay” from everyone in the room.

Kirsty then proceeded to read out the names on the register without consequence until she came to Tolani’s name. “Oh, we’ve got a hard one. Okay. Umm. Toh- Tow- Wow this is hard to pronounce.”

“I usually go by T” Tolani’s voice rang out from the back of the room. She felt everyone’s eyes on her as Kirsty said “That’s so much easier to pronounce.”  ‘I’m sure it is’ she thought mentally rolling her eyes. She knew that her name being butchered was to be expected but it didn’t make it any less jarring or cringy.

Tolani zoned out while Kirsty read out more names, that was until she heard a name she was familiar with. Her head snapped up when she heard Kirsty’s interpretation of the name. “Oh, we’ve got another difficult name here.” she chuckled nervously “Tow- uh- Toh- wow.” “Tomiwa.” he said deadpan, clearly displeased by the situation.

She scanned the room to see where the voice came from. Her eyes landed on a fade in the middle of the room, 3 rows ahead of her and even though she couldn’t see him, she felt a kinship with him. Having someone butcher your name was not fun.

The rest of the class went by without incident, it was also incredibly boring.  Introduction to Microeconomics was just that, learning about Supply and Demand and Consumer Behaviour, all the things she’d learnt about already. That meant she spent most of her time staring into space, so much so that she didn’t notice when class was over till she felt someone tap her on her shoulder. Tolani turned to find Tomiwa smiling at her, she knew it was him because she recognised his hair. He was the only one in their class with a fade so it was definitely him.

“Hi T” his voice was husky, his accent familiar. It was a lot like hers but lighter as if it was fading. “Hi. Tomiwa right?” He smiled when she pronounced his name the right way. “You don’t know how good it feels to hear someone other than my immediate family and a few friends pronounce my name correctly.”

“I know what you mean. That’s why I just go by T. It’s so much easier than having people try to pronounce your name and fail woefully.” She hadn’t told anyone why she introduced herself as T and it felt good to have someone who understood the sentiment.

“What does T mean?” he asked.

“Tolani.”

“Tolani.” he repeated nodding his head. “Tolani and Tomiwa, T & T. Now we have to be friends, I mean we're both Yoruba and the first letter of our names are the same, it’s in the constitution.” “Slow your roll.” Tolani laughed holding up her hand. “You haven’t passed the test yet. I have numerous questions.” “Oh shit! There’s a test. Alright then.”

A few minutes later the two of them were seated on one of the many conveniently placed park benches littered on the York University campus. “Are you from Lagos?” Tolani asked placing her backpack by her feet.

“I am, but  I moved here a few years ago just before high school and haven’t been back since. What about you?”

“Born and raised all my life. I only moved here just before school started.” she paused “Do you miss it?”

“Lagos?” he asked, there was a touch of sadness in his voice. “Yeah, I do. I love living in Toronto don't get me wrong, but there’s no place like home you know?” When Tolani nodded he continued “It’s hard to explain but there's something about living in Lagos. There’s this indescribable energy, almost like a sense of-”

“Chaos.” they said in unison.

“Exactly!!” Tomiwa cheered. “You get it.”

“I had to describe what Lagos was like, to someone who’s never been there and I struggled. It’s so hard to accurately describe. You have to go there and see it to understand.”

“You don’t have to explain it to me, I get it.”  

“It’s nice to talk to someone that does.” Even though they’d just met, Tolani felt a connection with Tomiwa. She’d felt out of place since she’d arrived in Toronto and it felt really good to talk to someone who understood where she was coming from.

“Okay. I have a serious question. Where can I get Nigerian food cause it’s been a hot minute since I’ve eaten Jollof rice and I need it.”

“You can’t make it?” Tomiwa said with a raised eyebrow and a sceptical tone.

“I can!” Tolani replied sounding defensive, her Jollof rice was amazing if she did say so herself. “It’s just that it takes a while and I live with other people in a pretty crowded kitchen soo.”

“Fair enough. There a restaurant called Mamaland on Lansdowne Ave. Their food is amazing. We should go some time.”

“Yes please!”

“And if you ever want to make it, you can always come round  to mine.” He gave her a small smile.

“One day I’ll take you up on that offer.” Even though his invitation was definitely on the forward side, Tolani appreciated the offer and stored it away. “Emphasis on ‘one day’ though,” she added.

“So can we consider ourselves friends now.?”

“Like is said” Tolani replied with a smirk “There’s a test.”

“Hit me”

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“I can’t believe you have never been to EatDrinkFestival* you’re cancelled!” Tolani exclaimed, shock evident on her face. “How can I be cancelled for that!” Tomiwa rolled his eyes at her. “Cause I said so.” Tolani fired back. The two looked at each other before laughing. They were currently walking out of their microeconomic seminar. They’d been spending a lot of time together since they met, having coffee together before class and even sat next to each other. It felt really good to finally have someone Tolani could truly call her friend. She considered Desire and Nicole friends but there was a disconnect there, while Tomiwa understood her from the jump. It felt like they’d been friends for years rather than a week.

“I just never got around to going before I moved.” Tomiwa shrugged. “It’s amazing!” Tolani replied. “You get to go and try so much incredible food. I’ve gone the last few years and had a great time.” There was a sense of sudden melancholy in her voice. She didn’t know when she would go home next, she hadn't talked about it with her parents. The thought of not going home for a while made her sad.

“I’m sure there’s a food festival in Toronto we could go to.”

Tolani looked at her friend and snapped out of her funk. “True, even though it won’t be the same, it’s bound to be amazing.”

Before Tomiwa could reply her phone rang the name on the screen making her smile. ‘Shawn’

“I’ve got to go.” Tolani started gathering her things. “My mum is calling.” That was the second time she’d lied to someone where Shawn was concerned and while she did feel bad about lying, there was a part of her that felt like the lies were warranted. It had been over a week she’d seen him, and communication between the two of them had been pretty sparse and seeing a call from him was a welcome surprise.

“Hi Shawn.” “Hi honey.” his voice sounded as in her ear as melodic as ever. As if she needed a reminder that even Shawn Mendes’ voice was attractive. “Honey? That’s new.” she thought. “So we’ve graduated from texts to phone calls now?”

“I mean we’ve shared music. We’re basically married.”

Tolani couldn’t help the laugh that escaped. “Speaking of music, how’s the playlist?” She’d been updating it constantly, adding more songs that she thought he would like.

“No word of a lie, I’ve pushed it on all of my friends. I can’t stop listening to it.” That was hard to imagine Shawn and his friends dancing to any of the songs in the playlist, seeing as Shawn was so against dancing as a whole. Tolani couldn’t deny that it would be hilarious and she would willingly pay money to see Shawn and his friends attempt to dance to a Davido song. “Yeah, Afrobeat has that effect on people.” she shrugged even though he couldn’t see it. “As much as I like our talks and you know I do, is there a reason for this phone call?”

“How about I just wanted to hear your voice?” Even though she couldn’t see him, she could tell that he was smirking. Tolani felt her cheeks getting warm. “Thank you Shawn, but I’m pretty sure that’s not why you called me.”

“You’re half right. I really did want to hear your voice, but I also wanted to invite you to a party I’m having on Friday night.”

“Oooh, a party.” Friday night that was two days from now.

“Whenever I’m home I like having a few people over at my place just to hang out. Nothing too crazy. Would you like to come?” Two words struck a chord with her, ‘My place’ meaning his house. If she went, she would be at his house. In his space. Her heart started beating quicker at the thought of being in his house. He was speaking but the words had blended into white noise in her ear until she heard the words “If you want.” which snapped her out of her reverie.

“Huh?”

“I said you could bring some friends I’ve if you want?” The thought of her friends being in the same space as him for an extended period of time stressed her out further, but she couldn't deny that the idea wasn’t a bad one. Tolani looked up at the sky considering the question until an idea popped into her head. “I’d love to bring a friend.” “Great!” Shawm sounded excited which in turn made her excited. “See you on Friday. Bye honey.” “Bye Shawn.”

She cut off the call and turned to Tomiwa, “How would you like to go to a party on Friday?”

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By the time Friday had rolled around, Tolani was nervous. She didn’t know what to wear, so she decided on a black tank top and blue ripped jeans with a dark red lip, emulating a look she had on when they met.

Shawn had texted her his address and told her to come over at 9 o’clock. It was 8:45 and she was in an uber heading towards downtown Toronto. She made polite conversation with Tomiwa in the back but her mind wasn’t fully there. She was thinking about Shawn. Even though it had only been a week since she’d seen him, she was nervous to see him again, especially when she took into account the fact that she would be on his turf. Every time they’d met it had been on slightly neutral territory, even when she was in his car she felt comfortable, but being in someone’s home and car were not the same thing. She also had to take into account the fact that he would be with his friends and people had a tendency to act differently around their friends and she hoped that Shawn wasn’t like that.

Shawn lived in an apartment building close to the entertainment district. ‘Fitting,’ Tolani thought as she got out of the uber. Her and Tomiwa walked into the building and greeted the concierge and let him know that they were headed to Shawn’s apartment on the top floor. In the elevator, Tolani could hear her heart in her ears. She felt like she was going to throw up. She knew that there was no reason to feel that way but she couldn't help it.

By the time they got to Shawn's door, they could hear music, evidence that people were already there. When they got to Shawn’s door, she heard Tomiwa whistle under his breath, clearly impressed by what he’d seen of Shawn’s building. Tolani knocked on the door and they waited. While they waited, a thought crossed her mind, Tomiwa didn't know that the friend she was coming to see. He may be Shawn to her but he was still Shawn Mendes uber-famous pop star to everyone else and that was something she probably should have taken into consideration when she invited him. They waited outside and when there was no response, Tolani knocked on the door, louder than before, this time they only had to wait for a few seconds before the door opened and Shawn filled the doorway.

One thing Tolani had learnt in the short time she’d known Shawn was that he was a smiley person, that was why she wasn’t surprised when he beamed at her. He looked as gorgeous as ever in a black shirt, jeans and Chelsea boots. He wasn't even trying and he looked good.  “T! I’m so glad you’re here!” he exclaimed, as he pulled her into a hug, ‘Great.’ Tolani thought, ‘He even smells good.’ They hugged for a few seconds even though it felt like it was closer to a minute when they broke apart. Tolani turned and indicated to Tomiwa and introduced him. “Shawn, this is my friend Tomiwa, Tomiwa this is Shawn.” It was then that Shawn turned to acknowledge her guest a look flashing across his features so fast she couldn’t decipher what it was. “Hi. Thanks for coming.” he said indicating that they should both go inside.

Walking into Shawn’s apartment felt like taking a look into Shawn’s mind. It was spacious, which in and of itself wasn’t surprising when she considered where he lived and how much it probably cost. He had a piano tucked into the corner and next to it was a guitar rack that held 5 guitars which again was not surprising. Apart from that, it was a pretty standard apartment, anyone could have lived there, the colour palette was pretty neutral with shades of blue and grey scattered around, but there were elements that were obviously Shawn. He had photos that she assumed were his family as well as photos of friends that she could recognise in the room. The thing that did surprise her was his view. Shawn had a balcony with a stunning view of the Toronto skyline. She stared at it for a few seconds before the noise in the room pulled her back. It sounded like a Post Malone song.

Tolani looked around and was catapulted back to the night she met Shawn. She’d awkward and out of place with her housemates and that was how she felt surrounded by Shawn’s friends. There were easily 50 people in the room and even though that number wasn’t very high, it was enough to make her feel uneasy. She knew that bringing a friend she was comfortable around was the right move.

The two got drinks and found a quiet corner to sit on Shawn’s huge white couch, Tolani with a coke and Tomiwa with a Corona. “You didn’t tell me you knew Shawn Mendes.” he stated looking at her with a shocked look on his face. Tolani took a sip of her drink and wished that she had something stronger. “Umm, yeah we met a while ago.” “How?” “We met at a coffee shop.” It wasn’t a total lie, they had met at a coffee shop, albeit a few days after they met at the bar but she didn’t feel like that part was relevant.

“That must have been a chance encounter, especially for you guys to be so close that he invited you to his house parties.” Before Tolani could answer she heard Shawn’s voice from across the room.

“T!” Shawn yelled over the sound of the music, “There are some people I want you to meet.” Tolani looked over to her friend who waved her off. “Go and mingle I’ll be fine.” She walked over toward the kitchen, it was a state of the art kitchen with an electric hob and an island that Shawn was leaning on. As she entered the space Tolani couldn’t help but think about how easy it would be to cook in that kind of kitchen and she wondered how often Shawn used it. “Here she is.” he said indicating to 3 of his friends when she was within earshot.

“Guys this is T. T this is, Brian and Jon. The one whose face is obscured by the camera is Connor.” “Hi.” Tolani waved somewhat awkwardly. “So you’re T, we’ve heard so much about .” Brain announced. He was almost as tall as Shawn and had red hair and mischievous eyes. “He hasn’t stopped talking about you.”  Jon added. Much like Shawn, he had eyes that seemed to smile at her and she instantly felt comfortable around him.

The only person who hadn’t spoken was Connor. He looked like he was half paying attention to what was being said as he was more engrossed in the footage he had recorded. Connor was stunning he easily could’ve been a model and Tolani wouldn’t have been surprised if he was, he just had one of those faces.

“Shawn hasn’t stopped talking about you.” Brian teased at which point Connor nodded. Tolani turned to Shawn with a raised eyebrow and saw him blushing profusely.

“Really?”

“Oh yeah! Every single day since the day you met.” She turned back to Shawn who had gone an even deeper shade of red.  “Anyway!” Shawn interjected in an attempt to change the conversation. “T is the one who made that really sick playlist I’ve been listening to!”

“I knew Shawn didn’t make that playlist on his own! He has good taste in music but its not that good!” Jon quipped. “Thanks” Tolani beamed, “I just added a bunch of songs from back home that I thought he would like.”  

“And where is home?”

“I’m from Lagos in Nigeria. Currently in Toronto for school.”

“Really? I don’t know anyone from Nigeria.”

“Yeah, I didn’t think you would.” Tolani laughed.

The four of them talked with Brian telling stories from his and Shawn’s friendship. They’d been friends since they were kids and seeing them like that made Tolani miss her childhood friend Folasade. She made a note to call her as they hadn’t spoken in a while.

While she was talking to Jon about his music, she heard familiar lyrics that put a smile on her face.

“She take my money when I’m in need, Yeah she’s a triflin’ friend indeed. Oh, she’s a gold digger, way over town that digs on me.”

She looked at Shawn and he also had a smirk on his face and she knew that he remembered the night they met where they had argued about what Kanye album was the best. “Don’t start with me.” she warned. “Only because you know that you’re wrong.” he stated, clearly trying to bait her.

Tolani rolled her eyes at him and decided to follow along with the song. By the time she got to the second verse, everyone in the room was screaming the lyrics.

“If you ain’t no punk, holla “We want prenup! We want prenup!” (Yeah!)”

After the song ended Tolani decided to switch her drink to something stronger. She noticed that Shawn had Hennesy and poured a shot for herself then mixed it with coke. It was a safe bet as far as drinks were concerned and she had a feeling she would need it tonight.

Shawn came up beside her. “Having fun?” She looked up at him and gave him a small nod. “Where is your friend?” “Not sure. Probably socialising which is more than I can say for me” she replied lifting the red solo cup to her mouth, the beaded bracelets on her wrists jiggling with the motion.

“You talked to my friends and now you’re talking to me, I’d say that counts as socialising.”

“Look at me being a social butterfly.” Tolani replied, holding the rim of the cup in her between her teeth.

She was about to ask him why he had invited her when the song changed and all her thought skid to a halt. A Burna Boy song was playing, more specifically, it was her favourite Burna Boy song. He was playing one of her favourite songs at his party filled with people who had no idea what song it was. She looked around and noticed that there were some confused expressions but for the most part, everyone seemed to like the song.

Tolani whirled to face Shawn her mouth agape. “You’re playing Burna Boy right now!” He smiled at her and nodded. “I am” “You mean to tell me that Shawn Mendes is playing Nigerian music at his party right now?!”

“Yes he is.”

Of all the things that she had expected, this was not one of them. She wanted to say something but someone one the other side of the room called him. He looked at her apologetically before walking off to see what the person needed, clearly in host mode.

Tolani stayed where she was swaying from side to side enjoying the music that she had introduced him to. When the song ended and another one started, Tomiwa came up to her looking just as energetic as she felt. “Shawn Mendes listens to Nigerian music?” “Apparently so!”

“Okay, we have to dance. Can you shaku shaku?”**

Tolani gave him a look that said “You have to be joking” and started dancing, in a split second Tomiwa joined her, the two of them perfectly in sync. Within seconds there was a crowd of people around them, trying to imitate the dance but failing woefully. Brian and Jon had asked Tolani to teach them and she tried but it wasn’t a success. She couldn’t stop laughing watching Brian flail his hands about completely offbeat. Jon was better nailing the footwork but he was having trouble following the song, clearly paying too much attention to what he was doing rather than the song that was playing.

Shawn had come back and was watching them a smile on his face, but the look he had on his face when he opened the door was back and just like before, it was gone before she could pick up on what it was.

Tolani walked up to him and stared up at him, looking him in the eye, “Do you want to dance?” she asked. “I already told you, I hate dancing.” he chuckled. “It doesn’t have to be that kind of dance.” she pointed over her shoulder indicating to Tomiwa who was now attempting to teach everyone another dance that clearly wasn’t working.

“Nope. I hate any kind of dancing.” he shook his head. “Fair enough.” Tolani shrugged. “Can I talk to you outside?” “Sure.” Before heading to the balcony, they stopped by the kitchen where the drinks were situated. Shawn refilled her drink and grabbed another Corona, then they made their way outside. The view from inside Shawn’s apartment had nothing on the view from the outside.

“Wow.”

“It really is an incredible view.”

“Are you used to it?”

“Truthfully? I don’t think so. I’m barely home, so when I do come home, the view takes my breath away.” he sounded wistful, probably because he was thinking about all the travel he had done and was yet to do.

“And that’s CN tower?” Tolani pointed to the sizeable structure that dominated the Toronto skyline. “Yeah it is.” he nodded. “I think it’s amazing that you’re learning about my city.” “Well it’s my city now too.” she quipped.

After a few seconds of comfortable silence, Shawn spoke “I know asked before but I’ll ask again, having fun?” She nodded again more enthusiastically than before. The change in music had upped her mood. “I am. More so because you played music from my playlist.” she paused. “That- that was really thoughtful.”

“I am super thoughtful.” he declared wiggling his eyebrows at her.

“Shawn is every conversation we have going to involve your ego.?” she teased rolling her eyes playfully. “No, but I like fucking with you.” “I can tell.” she smirked.

The silence returned but this time it was different, there was an energy in the air that wasn’t there before, it was almost tangible. Shawn took a step closer to her, and her breath hitched. “T, I know I’m probably being really presumptuous right now but I wanted to tell you that I really like you.” his voice had dropped an octave and sounded huskier than usual. Tolani could feel her cheeks warming, and could’ve sworn she could hear heartbeat pick up. He was closer than he had ever been and she didn’t want him to move away. “I really like you too.” she replied. He saw a smile break out on his face as he leaned forward. Tolani’s eyes fluttered closed as she leaned up to meet him halfway, she could feel his breath on her face as they closed the distance between them.

Before their lips touched she heard her name “Tolani!” Tomiwa’s voice rang out snapping them back to reality. She turned to see him crossing the threshold onto the balcony. Tolani felt her face warm and she backed away from Shawn who was looking everywhere but her.

“Hey Tolani! Hey Shawn!�� Tomiwa waved clearly more than a tipsy and unaware that he had just interrupted something. “Hi Tomiwa.” Tolani said, willing her heart rate to slow down. “Great party man.” he turned to Shawn who clearly unamused but was hiding it under a mask of calm. “Thanks.” Shawn replied.

At that moment, Tolani felt like she needed to leave. Her mind was running in different directions and she knew she couldn’t sort through her thoughts with Shawn in close proximity. She turned to him and gave him an apologetic smile. “I think it’s time for me to go.” her voice sounding a lot smaller than it did prior to the interruption She saw the look on his face as he nodded giving her a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I understand.”

During the car ride, Tolani couldn’t help but think about what had happened on the balcony. ‘What would have happened if Tomiwa hadn’t walked out’. Even though she was largely disappointed by the distraction, there was a part of her that was a little relieved. She knew how she felt about Shawn and was positive that he felt the same way but there was something that was stopping her from facing her feelings head-on.

She pulled her phone from her pocket and sent Shawn a text

Tolani: Thanks so much for an amazing night. I had a lot of fun. Sorry about the interruption. Maybe next time?

She locked her phone and put it back in her pocket without checking to see if he had replied.

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*The EatDrinkFestival is a food festival held in Lagos every year in December. It’s amazing!

** Shaku Shaku is a dance really popular in Nigeria and Africa as a whole. 

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Hurt ( Daryl Dixon Mini-Series )

Summary: You learnt very early that it wasn’t the dead you should fear, it was the living, especially the Saviours. It’s been six months since you managed to escape the Sanctuary with a little girl called Clementine. The two of you finding your old family farm, away from humanity. That was until you found a man named Daryl Dixon trying to hotwire one of your trucks. 

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: descriptions of blood, gut, physical injuries, slight reference to sexual assault, past abuse and child abuse (none of this written in detail) 

A/N: For those of you who play The Walking Dead Game and know who Clementine is, picture Season 2 Clem. For those of you who don’t that is fine and doesn’t matter, just picture the little girl in the photo below when you hear the name Clementine. 

Also I have written Daryl as demisexual in this fic and the reader as asexual (but this is only addressed in a later chapter)

Chapter 1-

It's been six months since the Saviours killed your whole group, but that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that you lived through it. He took you hostage back to the Sanctuary along with Clementine, who had become like a little sister to you over the years.

For the first week Simon had locked the two of you in an empty closet, stripping you of your weapons and clothes. Giving you a small blanket to share between the two of you, but you immediately wrapped the thin blanket around Clementine, trying to cover her up and keep her warm. She was only 11 years old, she was a child, she didn't deserve any of that.

It wasn't until a week later that you finally met Negan and he asked if you wanted to be his wife. You would have told him to fuck off, especially after his men killed your whole group, but then he started making you an offer. He told you if you said yes to him then Clementine would be safe and could stay with you, but if you said no then he couldn't guarantee her safety and said the two of you would probably be split up. So you said yes and hated every minute of it.

Eventually you managed to escape during the middle of the night with Clementine, but you had no idea where to go. The Saviours knew where your old camp was and that would be the first place Negan would look, so you decided to go back to your old family farm. It was fairly isolated from any major towns or highways which is exactly what you were looking for.

The farm needed a bit of work done to it since nobody had lived there for nearly three years when the apocalypse started. But the house was still in perfect condition along with most the barns and sheds on the property. Between the two of you, you managed to fix the broken fences and instal new ones to make sure no walkers could get inside the property.

But what surprised you the most was how two horses, two cows and a alpaca managed to survive. The small paddocks that they had been in had the tall cattle fences around it so a few walkers wouldn't have been able to break it down, which meant no herds had made their way through otherwise they wouldn't be still standing.

You taught Clementine all about living life on a farm, but the two of you still went outside the property to make sure you kept your skills sharp against walkers. You taught her how to ride a horse and milk a cow. You showed her how to fish in the small river that was located a few miles from the property. You also showed her how to shoot a recurve bow with your old targets and bow that your father used to teach you with when you were a kid.

After the shit you had to go through at the Sanctuary, the two of you absolutely loved the farm, but you never let your guard down even with the fences.

"Clem, breakfast is ready!" You shouted from the kitchen of the farm house as you finished cooking the powdered eggs. Your father used to love powered eggs before all this and you were suddenly glad he always stocked up on them.

"Why do I have to wake up so early? The world ended, can't I sleep in?" You heard the young girl question as she walked into the kitchen rubbing her eyes.

"It's important to have some kind of schedule even if the world has changed. Plus it's eight in the morning, it's not early." You responded glancing over at her before you poured the scrabbled eggs onto plates.

"You can't tell the time anymore." She argued, sitting down at the kitchen table as you placed her plate in front of before taking a seat opposite her.

"I liked it better when you weren't this smart. Seriously, pretty soon you're gonna be as tall as me." You stated causing her to grin happily as she began shovelling the eggs into her mouth. She had grown up so much since when you first found her. Back when all of this started you and your friend, Lee had found her hiding in a tree house, she had only been eight years old. No kid should have to grow up in this and it forced her to mature quickly, but she was highly intelligent for a kid her age and that definitely helped her a lot in this new world.

"Do you want me to give you a hair cut? You said it's getting a bit long the other day." You suggested between mouthfuls as you glanced over at Clementine as she ran her fingers through her dark brown hair that was now below her shoulders.

"Lee always told me to keep my hair short. Harder for walkers to grab it." She replied and you nodded in agreement.

"He always was the smart one." You said with a sad smile. Lee had died from a walker bite a year before your group ran into the Saviours and you were forced to shoot your best friend before he turned. It was ages ago, but it still hurt thinking about him.

"He wouldn't want you to be sad." Clementine suddenly said snapping you away from your thoughts as she stared at you with big hazel eyes.

"I know." You replied as you continued eating your eggs. "Eat your breakfast, then I'll do your hair before we feed the animals."

-

"There you go, kiddo." You said as you finished tying her freshly cut hair into two low pony tails as you placed her signature baseball cap on her head. You weren't sure what the letter 'D' on the front of the cap meant, but you knew her parents had bought it for her before the apocalypse.

"Thanks Y/N." She said fixing the hat on her head as you placed the scissors back in the bathroom draw.

"I reckon it's time to get to work and let the animals out the barn, don't you think?" You asked glancing over at her as she eagerly nodded and you smiled. "Can you go outside and turn the generator off first? I don't think we'll need it again until tonight, don't wanna waste fuel."

"Alright, I'll meet you by the barn." She replied racing out the bathroom as you made your way into your bedroom getting changed out your pyjamas and into your usual clothes. Jeans, white tank top and sleeveless flannel shirt, along with your cowgirl boots and your old cowgirl hat, that you found in one of the cupboards from when you were a teenager.

You slipped your recurve bow over your shoulders along with your quiver of arrows before strapping on your belt holding your knife and revolver. The Saviours had taken all your weapons, but luckily nobody had looted your family farm because your father had a whole gun safe full of weapons.

"Y/N!" Clementine's voice screamed in panic and your blood ran cold. The last time you had heard her scream like that was when the Saviours had showed up and began gunning down your group.

"Clem!" You shouted, sprinting out your bedroom as she ran through the front door and you knew by her expression that something was wrong. "What happened? Are you hurt?" You quickly questioned as you dropped down onto one knee, so you could look her in the eye as you scanned her body for any form of injury.

"There's a man by the barn. He didn't see me though." She answered pointing in the direction of the barn that was located a few hundred metres away from the house. Shit, how'd they find you? You made sure your tracks couldn't be tracked and its been months, how'd they only just find you now?

"Did you see anyone else outside?" You asked, but she shook her head and you nodded trying to think of a plan of attack. There had to be more of them, the Saviours never left the Sanctuary without a group. "Go upstairs, you remember how to get in the attic? Good, go into the attic and shut the latch behind you. Take this and you shoot anyone who tries to open it." You instructed handing her your revolver which you knew she could shoot after your many lessons with her.

"What if you try get in the attic?" She asked and you smiled slightly at her smart thinking.

"I'll call out to you, so you know it's me and not a Saviour. Now go." You ordered, watching as she raced up the stairs before you walked towards the front door, grabbing the double barrel shotgun as you opened the door quietly.

You crouched down, so your body was hidden by the wooden railing around the house as you peaked through the gaps of the rails, but you couldn't see anyone near the barn. Slowly you stood back up and began walking down the stairs in the direction of the barn when you heard a car door click open to your right. You quickly spun around, your gun raised in the direction of the vehicles you had parked in the old garage near the house. You couldn't see the man, but you figured he was near the old red pickup truck since the drivers side door was open.

You had two trucks and one small commodore, all full of gas and boxes of supplies in case of an emergency, along with an old dirt bike that belonged to your brother.

You quickly jogged over to the garage, your back pressed against the outside wall of the shed as you listened for any movement inside, but you couldn't hear a thing. Slowly you made your way around to the front of the garage as you peaked your head inside, noticing the truck door still open as you quietly made your way towards it, your gun raised.

As you reached the side of the truck you saw a man crouching down by the drivers side door, leaning inside the truck as he tried hot-wiring the engine from under the steering wheel. You knew the man hadn't seen you yet as you took a few more steps closer until you were standing a few metres behind him. You didn't recognise the man, with his shoulder length dark hair and very distinct leather vest with angel wings on the back, but there were a lot of Saviours at the Sanctuary, you could have easily not bumped into this Saviour before. He also he nasty looking cut on the side of his thigh, blood covering part of pants and you knew you'd be able to out run him if it came to that.

"Don't fucking move." You ordered, pumping the shotgun, your finger hovering over the trigger as the man visibly froze at the sound of the gun cocking. You could see his right hand slowly moving towards the car seat where you saw a crossbow sitting on seat right beside him. "You try grab that crossbow, you'll be dead before you hit the ground!" You yelled sternly and the man listened as he lowered his hand, his back still facing you as your mind raced trying to figure out whether to kill him or not.

"I don't want no trouble." The man responded in a thick southern accent as he slowly raised his hands trying to show that he wasn't a threat, but you knew better than anyone to not let your guard down.

"Who are you?" You questioned, knowing full well he would say 'Negan' if he was a Saviour.

"Daryl." He answered and you swore under your breath. He wasn't a Saviour. How the hell did he find this place? What were you going to do with him? If you let him live, he might come back with more people and try take the farm from you and you couldn't risk that. But, what if he was a good person? You couldn't kill an innocent man, could you?

"You alone?" You asked and the man nodded as you picked up his crossbow from the seat, inspecting the weapon for a split second before turning your attention back to Daryl. "Good." You commented before slamming the butt of the crossbow against the mans head as he dropped to the ground, unconscious. Now what were you going to do with him?

-

*One Hour Later*

"The man isn't a Saviour. He must have just stumbled upon the farm by accident." You explained between push ups as Clementine sat on the kitchen bench watching you. When all of this started you were just a college student studying Veterinarian Science, you knew how to shoot guns and bows from growing up on the farm, but you weren't fit or very strong and all that changed once the apocalypse started. Lee helped you train every day to get strong and improve your stamina, knowing it could be the difference between life and death, and now three years later, you had definitely improved.

"If he isn't a Saviour, then why did you tie him up in the horse stables?" She questioned as you finished your last set of push ups before grabbing your towel, wiping the sweat from your brow.

"We don't know what this man is capable of. Now, I'm going to check on him before I go out hunting." You replied, grabbing your bow and quiver off the table.

"Can I come with you?" She asked looking up at you with hopeful eyes, but you shook your head as you grabbed your cowgirl hat from the table.

"Not this time, kiddo. I need you to stay here and make sure the man wasn't lying about being alone. If you so much as think you see another person walking around the property you call me through the radio. But, don't go into the stables, alright?" You asked handing the young girl a walkie talkie before clipping yours to your belt.

"I can do that." She replied, taking the walkie as you pulled her into a hug.

"I'll be back in a couple of hours." You said, kissing the top of her head before you grabbed the first aid kit from the bench as you made your way outside.

You made your way into the stables cautiously as you walked into the first pen and you sighed in relief spotting Daryl still unconscious, sitting against the wooden post with his hands tied behind his back.

Slowly you walked into the stall, placing your bow and the first aid kit on the hay covered ground before you knelt down beside him, trying to look for any other injuries as you scanned his body only just realising how attractive the man actually was. He had a cute little mole above the left side of his lips hiding amongst the hair on his upper lip. His bare muscular arms were covered in dirt, but he didn't seem to have any further injuries other than the one on his leg.

"Please don't wake up, while I do this." You muttered to yourself as you pulled out your knife and cut the fabric of his pants around the wound. You figured he wouldn't want you pulling his pants down so he was gonna have to deal with a hole in the side of his pants.

It was a fairly decent size gash on his thigh and you were curious as to how he got it. You found yourself glancing back up at his face, taking in all the details before you shook your head. This was not the time, he could be a mass murder for all you knew.

"Don't make me regret helping you." You whispered as you began cleaning the wound with disinfectant before grabbing the needle and threat as you began stitching the cut. Once you finished you quickly wrapped a thick bandage around his thigh, to stop the wound from getting an infection before you double checked his restrains and left, heading out to hunt.

-

"Y/N?" Clementine's voice called through your walkie talkie, scarring away the buck that you had been tracking as you sighed pulling out your radio.

"I'm here. Everything alright?" You asked through the radio as you scanned your surroundings making sure there weren't any walkers nearby.

"The man's awake. I can hear him yelling."

"I'll be back in five minutes. Just stay inside, okay?" You replied, slinging the rope of rabbits over your shoulder. It wasn't a buck, but the four rabbits would have to do for now.

"Copy that." Clementine answered and with that you began making your way back through the woods towards the farm. You had taken Daryl's crossbow out with you, but after one shot at a rabbit with it you immediately slung it over your shoulder and went back to your recurve bow after missing the animal entirely.

As you jumped the back fence into the property, you made your way towards the wooden stables. You could hear Daryl inside, clearly trying get free of his restraints, but you knew he wouldn't be able to.

"Your crossbow is terribly unbalanced." You called out, walking into the stable Daryl was in to find him sitting where you had left him as his head shot up in your direction. You froze for a split second as you took in his piercing blue eyes watching you cautiously and you could tell he was trying to read you.

"Why were you trying to hot-wire one of my trucks?" You asked bluntly as you leant against the wooden wall opposite him, dropping his crossbow down beside you.

"I needed a vehicle." He simply replied in a deep southern drawl and you rolled your eyes.

"Well the keys were hidden in the glovebox. You didn't need to rip apart the inside of my truck to get the wires out." You responded as Daryl stared at you for a few seconds trying to figure you out. You watched as his eyes scanned up and down your body, not in a creepy way, but in a curious way.

"Why didn't ya kill me?" He questioned, realising that you weren't going to say anything further.

"I don't know. Usually I would have, but there was something about you that I can't quite put my finger on." You answered honestly, slinging your recurve bow off over your shoulder, leaning it against the wall beside the crossbow before you took a few steps towards him, but you instantly stopped as he sat up a bit straighter.

"Look, you said you didn't want any trouble and neither do I." You said, holding your hands up slightly to try show him that you weren't a threat as he scoffed.

"That why ya knocked me out and tie me up in this barn?" He snapped and you flinched at his sudden raised voice as you shook your head.

"Firstly, you're in a stable, not a barn. Secondly, you trespassed on my farm and tried stealing one of my cars, what else was I meant to do?" You questioned in annoyance adjusting the rope of rabbits over your shoulder as Daryl shrugged.

"What's ya name?" He asked, after a few minutes of silence, his eyes glancing at the dead rabbits before focusing back on you.

"Doesn't matter." You answered, shaking your head.

"What are ya gonna do with me?" He asked, but he didn't sound scared as he stared over at you, taking in your country hat and boots, realising you were definitely a farm girl.

"I don't know yet." You sighed, running your fingers through your hair. "Look, you're safe on the farm, no walkers can get in. I built the fences myself, as long as you shut the gate when you came in?" You asked, only just realising that the front gate could be open and you could feel yourself starting to panic at the thought of walkers walking around the property with Clementine inside.

"I shut it." He answered and you sighed with relief before opening the plastic bag where the first aid kit was as you pulled out a water bottle and unscrewed the cap as you knelt down beside Daryl, holding the bottle in front of him questioningly. He looked as though he was going to refuse the water before he thought better of it and nodded as you held the bottle to his lips allowing to take a few sips. 

"Thanks, Rabbit." He said after a few seconds and for some reason you found yourself smiling slightly at the nickname, but you quickly shook your head knowing you were being stupid.

"There's gonna be someone outside the stable at all times with an automatic rifle, so don't even think about trying something." You lied, screwing the cap back on the water bottle before you grabbed the two bows and began making your way out the stable. "I'll be back later." You said over your shoulder, not giving him a chance to reply as you walked away. Shit. What the hell were you going to do with him?

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NEXT CHAPTER

A/N: Tumblr is being really annoying and not showing posts with tags and links in them so you can find the link to my masterlist in my bio and I will reblog this with my tag list. 

I hope you guys are liking this fic so far, it’s very different from my other fics, so if you do like it please like, reblog, comment etc because knowing you guys like my writing just really makes me happy and encourages me to continue.