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"Share Your Burden" Daryl Dixon & Daughter!Reader

Request From Anonymous: "Your writing is the best! You probably have a lot of requests, but if you wouldn't mind I'd like to request some more dad Daryl fics where he basically adopts the reader. Those are just always so good. Not sure I have a specific story in mind, just more dad Daryl and Daughter reader in general please. You're the best! 💖"

Summary: The reader is like a daughter to Daryl. When she sees him taken by the saviors, she will get him back and keep him safe even if it means losing some of her humanity.

Word Count: 4933

Warning: Violence, Swearing

Song I Wrote To: “Carry You" by Fleurie and Ruelle

Note: Figured considering our show is coming back this month, I should get some stories in, huh? There are parts in this that are lightly inspired by Ellie in TLOU2.

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It had taken every ounce of strength not to move as you watched the man known as Negan brutally murder two members of your family.

Abraham’s blood was ingrained into your mind and Maggie’s screams echoed through your skull like bats in a cave. You wanted to scream, cry, and launch yourself at your new enemy to save those who you loved but you remained in the shadows of the tree you had climbed and waited. The group known as the Saviors milled around the clearing as Negan hauled your leader into the RV and drove off.

From your vantage point, you could see Daryl fading as he stared at the bodies of his brothers. Blood was dripping down his arm from the gunshot wound he had sustained from the blonde man above him. Looking at the way the sneering man held Daryl’s bow made you so angry it was hard not to drop down and plunge a blade into his pale neck.

Carl was with Michonne, trying not to look anywhere but the enemies that surrounded them. Carl was your age and he was also the person who you trusted the most to keep it together in situations such as this. You pulled your strength from your friend’s resolve and continued to wait.

Maggie was getting worse and that was why you had ventured out of Alexandria in the first place. Spencer had spotted you heading for the gate when he had tried to stop you. Ignoring him as always, you pushed past him and began the trek to Hilltop. It was on that journey that you came across the first roadblock and so you followed it.

You had never imagined that it would have led to the gruesome scene below you. Your knuckles strained around the handles of your knives, a pair that Daryl had given to you himself when you had settled at the prison. It was only after Terminus that he began to properly train you to use them. Right then, they had never felt more useless.

Daryl was your protector and he was the closest thing you had to a father. He had found you running from Walkers when the group was settled on the Greene farm. You had been alone for weeks and from then on, it was the two of you.

Daryl had been the one to protect you from Shane’s scrutiny, the piercing gaze of the Governor, and the cannibals of Terminus. In turn, you became his shadow, having his back wherever he went, always ready to defend him while also learning everything you could. Now, you felt as powerless as he looked. It had been a long while since the group had been this broken-looking.

It was heartbreaking.

It wasn’t long before Negan returned with Rick and after almost making your leader cut his own son’s hand off. Negan ordered his men to leave not without making demands of your family and hauling Daryl along with him.

Staring after the caravan of murderers, you weighed what you were going to do next. A weight was heavy in your pack’s front packet and while you knew it was risky, a plan began to form. One that would either get you or Daryl killed or perhaps even both. Still, you had to try.

Dropping to the forest floor, you took one last look at your people through the trees before taking off in the opposite direction and towards the main road, pushing your legs as fast as they would go.

“Hold on, Daryl,” you whispered in between haggard breaths, “I’ll be there soon."

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Daryl was in the back of the truck trying not to grimace every time the vehicle rolled over an uneven section of road.

Everything hurt and nothing felt right. He felt sick and above everything, he felt guilty.

The shock was still coursing through his veins as he heard Negan laughing in the cab upfront but he tried to tune it out as he thought of Glenn. It was instinct to go after Negan. Daryl hadn’t even thought about the repercussions that might happen as he got to his feet and charged the larger man.

It hadn’t occurred to Daryl to take a breath and think about what would happen next. They had never faced a menace like Negan before. Daryl thought he had seen the last of the bloodshed when they had escaped Terminus. At least, escaped the violence for a while before it caught back up to them again.

It wasn’t long till Daryl’s pain began to increase as the adrenaline wore off. Dwight was sitting across from him, holding his crossbow and Daryl wanted to strangle the man.

He had helped Dwight with Sherry and Tina. He had tried to keep Tina alive when he returned the insulin. Daryl couldn’t help but be enraged while looking at him, but he understood the betrayal in a way. He knew what people became in the new world and according to Dwight, Negan was the lesser evil of trying to survive on his own.

Daryl then only wondered what happened to Sherry.

They were going down another road as Daryl leaned to the left as the truck turned sharply. He blinked away the sudden twinge in his shoulder and bit the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning in discomfort. He wouldn’t give these bastards the satisfaction.

Suddenly, from the front of the cab, Negan shouted, causing Dwight to jump in his seat. “Shit!” Negan swore and then there was a flash of light, a loud bang, and then they were airborne. Daryl had barely a second to brace his hands on the roof of the truck before it slammed into the road, the metal exterior shredding sparks along the neglected asphalt.

Smoke and dust filled the air as Daryl tried to get his bearings. He could hear the muffled shouts of Negan and his men followed by a few gunshots but his ears were still ringing.

Across from him, Dwight was groaning in pain as blood dripped from his brow. His hands had let go of the bow and in a sudden surge of energy, Daryl dove for his loaded weapon.

Clutching his hands around the crossbow, Daryl scrambled for the back door, trying to get to his feet. A hand then circled around his ankle as Dwight realized what was happening. Turning around, Daryl blindly fired a bolt and it struck Dwight in the shoulder, mirroring Daryl’s own wound for good measure.

Dwight went down in pain and Daryl continued to move. As he fumbled for the door that was hanging half open due to the crash, he could hear yells of pain out in the warm air followed by the sound of someone choking as if they were drowning. Even half-aware of what was going on, Daryl could recognize the sound of someone choking on their own blood.

Daryl slammed his good shoulder against the broken door with a frustrated yell and finally felt the sun on his face. “Don’t kill her!” Daryl heard Negan scream. “Jesus fucking Christ, Arat!” Daryl tried to get back on his feet but everything was too bright and he was still trying to figure out what had happened and who Negan was talking about.

It wasn’t until he felt a hand around his arm that he seemed to snap back into his body. Aware that he hadn’t reloaded a new bolt into his bow, he swung his arm, trying to clip his assailant in the head with the bow. “Fuck! Daryl!” a familiar voice exclaimed to his right. The arm around him tightened as Daryl’s eyes finally focused on the person at his side.

“(Y/N)?” he breathed as he took in your face that was covered in blood and a wild look echoed from your eyes.

“We have to move,” you said earnestly. “Now!” Not questioning your demands, Daryl nodded and allowed you to take his bow as you grabbed for it. Slinging the bow onto your back, you grabbed the lighter Daryl had given you and he watched as you took a breath, no doubt sending some kind of prayer to the universe before you threw it into a pool of gasoline, igniting it and sending Saviors diving for cover.

Bullets flew by you as you hauled Daryl to the woods. “Don’t fucking shoot her! She’s a goddamn kid!” Negan screamed at his men.

Daryl leaned heavily on you as you dragged him towards the treeline. He didn’t hear much of what you said after that as his feet blindly followed you. “Negan,” Daryl choked out, trying to get you to understand.

“Leave him,” you said, trying to carry both of your weights. “Come on, Daryl, I can’t carry us both,” you pleaded, trying to get his mind to catch up with his body. It took another minute or so before the ringing subsided in his ears and the world got back into focus. Taking a few deep breaths, he got back into his normal gait and began speeding up his steps as he followed you through the woods.

You kept the crossbow on your back but he was soon able to walk on his own. “What did ya do?” Daryl asked as you stumbled down an embankment and carefully crossed a stream.

“What I had to to get you away from them,” you said as you helped him over the slippery rocks. “We can talk about this later. Right now, I need you to keep moving. There’s a town just through these trees, we can hide there for the night.”

“They’ll find us, (Y/N),” Daryl said as he pressed his hand against the bullet wound that was bleeding again. You looked at him, your eyes still wide from the fight.

“Then I’ll handle it,” you said. “It's my turn to keep you safe.”

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The heat was horrid by the time you and Daryl arrived in the abandoned town.

Even with Daryl still in pain, you made the two of you circle back three times in order to cover your tracks. However, eventually, you knew he couldn’t take more before he finally keeled over. Keeping the crossbow loaded, you moved silently through the back alleys of the small town, looking for both Saviors and Walkers alike.

After the quarry horde had been redirected, the larger groups of the dead had been far and few between but that didn’t mean Walkers were gone altogether. Silently, you took down four Walkers before you found the destination you had in mind.

The old town library was something you and Sasha had found when you had accompanied her on a hunt one day. The latches on the doors still worked and it had enough blindspots inside to hide from the Living and the Dead.

You stood watch as Daryl wrestled with the doors. The Southern heat warped the frames a bit but eventually, Daryl was able to push one open and slip inside. You followed quickly and shut it behind you. Placing down the bow, you shoved a fallen bookcase in front of the double doors before collapsing against it for a second.

“Okay, this should hold,” you said with another breath. Daryl was swaying on his feet when you looked back at him. “Come on,” you said, picking up the bow and leading him into the main area of the library.

For such a small town, the library was a decent size. You figured that it was probably the main community hub for the neighborhood. It made its untouched books and abandoned keycards that much more sorrowful. Depositing Daryl on one of the lumpy couches, you grabbed your flashlight from your pack and clicked it on.

“I’m going to go make sure there’s no Dead in here,” you said. “Stay here and I’ll be back to take a look at that shoulder.”

“(Y/N),” Daryl said, grabbing your hand before you could move.

“I’ll be fine,” you promised. Daryl seemed to be wary but he was also exhausted so he relented and let go. You gave him your canteen, ordered him to drink, and then you began your search.

The dried blood on your skin was driving you crazy as it itched with every second. When you had set out after the Saviors, clutching the grenade you had stolen from Spencer’s stash a few days before, it hadn’t occurred to you that there would be a before and an after.

Before you managed to get to Daryl and after you got him.

Now, it was all about survival. You knew what you had done. Negan was pissed and if you knew anything about his temper solely based on the clearing, then you knew he wasn’t going to let this go.

You feared for your family back in Alexandria. If he wanted to, Negan could go and terrorize your family, perhaps kill more of them. None of that had been on your mind when you began your rescue operation. You weren’t thinking about anyone but Daryl. You had to save him and you were willing to risk your life. Though, now, you realized it wasn’t just your life you were risking.

Shaking the thoughts out of your mind, you finished your rounds through the two stories of the library. You were surprised to only find two Walkers who were less than “alive”. Both were barely hanging on and you figured one of them had been the librarian at some point. You took them both out to end their suffering and then headed back to Daryl.

Daryl was still awake when you joined him on the couch and helped him out of his shirt. The gunshot wound was getting worse and you could tell he was trying to put on a brave face for you. “You don’t have to do that, you know?” you said as you dug through your bag for the alcohol and bandages you always had with you.

“Do what?” he asked.

“Act as if nothing is hurting,” you said, pouring some of the alcohol on a rag. Not giving him a warning, you pressed it against his shoulder and Daryl swore as it burned the wound. “See,” you said with a smirk.

“Ya shouldn’t have done it,” Daryl said after a second.

“If I hadn’t, then you would be dead or worse,” you said. “I wasn’t going to let Negan take anyone else from me. Not after Glenn and Abraham.”

“You saw,” Daryl said and it wasn’t a question. You began cleaning the excess blood off before finding your suturing kit.

“I was in a tree,” you whispered, threading the needle, suddenly very grateful for the lessons Herschel had given you. “I thought he was going to kill you.”

“Maybe he should have,” Daryl said and your hands froze. Looking up at him with wide eyes, you could see the emotions that were raging in him.

“Daryl…”

“He said not to move, kid,” Daryl said. “I lost it after he killed Abraham. If I hadn’t… Glenn would still be alive.”

“You don’t know that. We slaughtered that outpost, hell, I’m surprised he didn’t take more people out. I know you and the others think I’m just some kid but I notice more than you think and I have learned to read people. Negan is… I don’t think he’s some kind of deranged maniac but he’s ruthless and he’s not going to stop until he feels as if he has all the power again. At least I can see that he’s not willing to kill kids. Guess that means Carl and I are gonna be on the front lines this time,” you finished with an attempt at humor.

“Not funny,” he said.

“Daryl, you and I both know that this isn’t going to end without a fight.”

“You ain’t fighting,” Daryl said sternly. You ignored him and began stitching up his wound, careful not to pull too much.

“Considering the way Rick was looking at Negan before I left, it doesn’t look like he had much fight left in him. Someone has to do it.”

“Rick has a lot of pressure on his shoulders,” Daryl defended but you just shook your head.

“I watched him tear a man’s throat out with his teeth, Daryl,” you said. “This was different. I warned you about his pride and how it was going to be his downfall. He just needs to be reminded of the leader he is.”

“Since when are ya so mature?”

“Since I watched the people I love get killed again and again,” you said as you tied off the last stitch.

“You blame Rick,” Daryl said.

“I blame all of us,” you said, picking up the clean bandages. “We believed that moron at Hilltop… We never should have gone after the Satellite Station, Daryl. We keep doing this, getting involved in fights that aren’t ours.”

“We have to help people,” Daryl said. “It’s what we do.”

“Why? Why do we have to? Why is it our responsibility? Why can’t we just survive like everyone else?”

“Someone has to be the good guys,” he said, though it didn’t sound like he believed it.

“I’m sick of being them,” you admitted, finally sitting back.

“Ya really mean that?” Daryl asked as he shrugged his shirt back onto his shoulder. You sat there for a minute before sighing.

“No,” you whispered. “I’m just sick of the death.”

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Daryl was asleep finally and you became the sole protector.

It was odd, the role reversal. So many times you had been the one hurt and cowering as Daryl protected you. Now, after seeing all the horrors you had since Terminus, your skin was stronger than stone. It was going to take a lot more than a bastard with a bat to break you.

You could hear Daryl’s soft snore from the lounge as you scanned the darkness. You stayed there, watching until the soft rumbles of a truck echoed through the night. Ducking down, you watched as a pickup truck drove slowly through the town, a spotlight scanning the empty storefronts.

"Fuck," you whispered. Glancing at the bow by your side, you made a quick decision as the truck came to a stop and three men, Saviors, jumped out.

Sneaking back towards Daryl, you left his bow, loaded, by his side. Taking one last look at him, you slipped your jacket over your shoulders and headed to the second floor. An open window welcomed you near the back exit. Being an avid climber it was easy to maneuver out onto the slanted roof and grab onto the drainage pipe to take you to the ground.

Muffled voices reached your ears as you kept to the shadows. "Spread out, kill the man, take the girl," a man said, a voice you didn't recognize.

"That girl nearly killed Negan," another said.

"We are Negan," the third said. "And we do what he orders. Saviors don't kill kids. Find her." While it was a bold statement, you knew it was false. Hilltop had said, a boy was murdered. None of that fit.

Trying not to overanalyze anything, you focused on the task at hand. Picking up a large rock, you threw it as far as you could. The sound of breaking glass shattered the air and a set of boots took off in that direction.

As the second man went West, you focused on the solo scout who headed towards the abandoned police station. As you got closer, groans reached your ears. Spotting the Walker first, you snuck up behind it and slit its throat with a single slice. The gargling of Dead blood and empty lungs perforated your surroundings but it was enough to call attention to the Savior.

"Ugly motherfucker," the Savior said, not yet spotting you as you stood behind it. As the Savior drew his blade to silently end the creature, you shoved the Walker forward onto the man.

Stunned by the sudden momentum, he cried out as the Walker bit into the face before it. The Savior’s scream was cut off short as the Walker found its next meal. As soon as the damage was done, you finished off both, making sure to stifle the sounds that would pull your other two targets closer. Dragging both bodies out of sight, you slipped back into the shadows.

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Moving West, you avoided any other Walkers who were wandering.

Not looking to be tracked by the Walker equivalent of breadcrumbs, you made sure to stay hidden for the most part. Finally spotting your next target, you began wishing you had grabbed Carl’s gun with his silencer before you had followed after the caravan. Only armed with knives now, you had to make do.

The Savior was looking through a desolate pet shop as you snuck in through a broken window, careful not to make too much noise with the shattered glass.

Picking up a tennis ball that had been neglected, you rolled it towards the aisle the Savior was looking in. Just like a curious golden retriever, the man followed the little ball right into your path. He barely had time to shout a warning before your knife was embedded into his carotid.

His eyes were wide as blood poured onto your hand. Keeping your nerve, you twisted the knife and fully severed the artery. The man fell to his knees as you pulled the blade free. Clutching his throat, he tried to speak but no sound came. “You’re not going to find him,” you whispered as he fell back and his eyes rolled back into his head.

Quickly, you shoved your blade into his brain before grabbing his weapon. It wasn’t silenced but it would have to do if it came down to a firefight. Turning back towards the main street, you ran from the store in hopes of catching the final Savior before he sounded the alarm.

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The truck was still there but its driver was nowhere to be seen.

Noticing the keys were still in the ignition, you rolled your eyes. Pocketing them, you waited in the cab, hoping the final man would return soon.

Fatigue was starting to set in as you waited and you began to think of when the last time you slept was. Before the turn, you had imagined your teen years to be full of parties and late nights studying for tests in high school. You did not envision you would be waiting in the dark of a truck, ready to get more blood on your hands.

Unlike Carl, it hadn’t been at the prison when you first killed someone. It had been before you had even met Daryl. Before you wandered onto the Greene farm and Daryl and Carol had found you, you had been traveling with your aunt and uncle when bandits had attacked you and killed both before turning their sights on you. Not knowing how to use a gun, only ever seeing your uncle use it and of course, in films, you blindly fired and killed one and then the other. The third, who was just a teenager, had runoff.

After that, you felt ashamed at how you didn’t feel bad about doing it. Shane had explained that it was okay because you did it out of self-defense and Daryl and Maggie had agreed.

Now, as fresh blood joined the flaking blood on your hands, you tried to rationalize that what you were doing now was in defense of another. If the Saviors got Daryl back or killed him, you would not have been able to handle it.

“Focus,” you whispered to yourself. “Handle this and get back to Daryl. He needs you.”

It didn’t take long for the man to return. The man was speaking into his radio and it had never occurred to you to take the other walkies off the other bodies. However, now you knew you weren’t leaving without this one. If Rick wanted to fight and you were hoping that he was, then having a Savior’s radio, attuned to Negan’s base of operations would be a great start to gather intel.

Angling yourself in the front seat, you waited for him to open the door. Steadying your hand, you took a deep breath in, leveled the stolen gun, and just as the driver’s side door pulled open and the overhead light clicked on, you fired one bullet, hitting the man in the head.

Surprised by your own accuracy, you shuffled out of the cab, grabbed the radio, and shoved the body underneath the car. You waited then, for either more Walkers or the cavalry but when none came, you ran back to the library, hoping the shot didn’t wake Daryl. You weren’t in the mood for a lecture.

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“Are ya really that reckless?” Daryl said as soon as you snuck back into the library.

“I don’t know what you're talking about,” you said, nonchalantly.

“Bullshit, I can practically smell all the blood on you,” he said, folding his arms. His bow was still by his side and after the small amount of rest, he was clearly not in the mood for your aloofness.

“I told you I would protect you,” you said as you moved to your pack and grabbed the discarded canteen, and poured some water on your hands in hopes of ridding yourself of the sick smell of iron. "Now, we need to figure out what to do," you said.

"We need to get home," he argued.

"We're going to Hilltop," you said. "They'll be looking for you at Alexandria and you know it."

"Both of us," he pointed out with a slight glare.

"Negan doesn't scare me," you said to him.

"He should."

"We've seen worse," you countered.

"You're too young for all this shit," he said, running a hand through his hair.

"So you've said before," you reminded him.

"(Y/N)..."

"If you're about to say that I need to distance myself from you. You'd be a moron. I'm not leaving you. If you don’t like it, any of it, then you never should have taught me to fight.”

“That’s right, I taught you to fight, not to kill,” he argued. Throwing the water bottle down, you turned on him.

“What is this about? I’ve seen you kill people. I’ve seen you do worse than taking a few people out to protect someone in our family. What is actually going on here and don’t say that it’s because you’re feeling guilty. It's more than that.”

“Ever think I don’t like seeing you like this," he gestured to your bloody clothes. "Do ya think I want ya to become someone like Negan? Ya act like taking a life ain’t that big of a deal!”

“Will you stop shouting,” you hissed, moving closer to him. “Daryl, I did what I had to. I am so sorry that you think you are the only one who is allowed to cross lines to protect us. I think you forget all the times we have had to save you.”

“That’s not fair.”

“No, what’s not fair is you getting mad at me for saving your life. Do you not realize how much you mean to me? I lost my parents before the turn and then my aunt and uncle and I had nobody. Nobody until you found me in that field. You are the closest thing I have to a father, Daryl and I don’t care what I have to do to make sure I don't lose another parent. I can’t handle it, okay? Please, just let me protect you for once!"

The emotions were taking you over then and it was hard to control them. “I don’t mean to cry and all that,” you said, sniffing back the tears, “but you can’t expect me to just sit back and do nothing when people keep trying to take you away from me.”

Daryl’s stern look dissipated then and it made you feel a bit worse. Wiping at the tears on your face, you turned away from him. Soon, you felt his arms around you as he pulled you into his chest just as he had earlier.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “You’re right, you were just tryin’ to help. Okay, I ain’t mad.”

“Doesn’t sound like it,” you said into his chest.

“I just worry about ya,” he said. “Ya know why?” Shaking your head, he tightened his hold. “Cause I see ya as my kid, too and I would do anythin’ to keep ya safe. I guess I gotta accept you’re going to do the same." Stepping back, he wiped the tears off your cheeks. “Just no more sneaking out, alright?”

“Alright,” you agreed. "Daryl, just know you don't have to carry it all. You can share your burden."

"I thought I was the parent here," he said.

"Family works both ways."

"Yes it does," he said.

Then with a bit more of a smile, you produced the keys you had stolen from the car. “I got us a ride cause you're still stuck with me."

"You're so stubborn," he said.

"I got it from you," you said with a gesture to the street. "You're going to have to drive."

"Right, no need to almost die twice in twenty-four hours," he said and you offered him a small smile. Daryl then took your hand in his as he gathered your pack. "I ain't leavin' you. You're stuck with me, too. I got you, kid,” he said. "And thanks for comin’ to get me.” You looked up at him and nodded.

“Always.”

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[starksvixen]

Part 3 - Never Lose Me

Masterlist

Summary: You and Mando have begun to grow closer as your time with the Child drew out. No longer were you “just partners”. Something had begun to spring within you, a feeling dead for so long erupting within your heart. Or was it just you?

Warnings: Angst, angst, angst, and more angst. Sprinkles of fluff. Possible unrequited feelings. 

A/N - Sorry for the late update! It’s been a hectic few weeks for me, but I promise to try and upload more. 

Let’s get one thing straight, you were never one for adventure. All your life, adventure meant trouble for you and it had definitely left it’s scars. So when you joined Mando, you were bracing for more craziness, more marks upon your skin. It was nothing but a means to an end, a debt you needed to pay off. However, through your years together, that swiftly changed. 

You began to crave adventure. 

With your new addition of the Child to your crew, you weren’t lacking, that’s for sure. But it sent these horses through your veins, adrenaline left in their trail, and it was your addiction. Running from bounty hunters, keeping the kid safe, all of it. However, after you latest encounter with weird alien birds on the sands of Navarro, it all began to connect.

He had taught you to love it, showed you how to enjoy it. You loved adventure because you weren’t alone, you had a partner. It was all thanks to him. It was him. 

Your ice encrusted heart had been melted by the Mandalorian. 

When he lunged in front of those nasty looking birds to save your life, it was as if your heart leapt to meet your brain. He had risked his life for you. And you knew that the beat in your heart that spelled your love in Morse code would be dangerous. So you quickly shut yourself up, shut him out. You couldn’t be the reason he got hurt, he couldn’t get hurt on behalf of your one-sided puppy love. He was just keeping you alive to pay off your dues. 

Right?

Tuning back into the scene in front of you, the tight cuffs around your wrists, you repeated the plan in your head over and over again like a prayer. You were on your way to a deal that was supposed to be about the Kid, but in reality it was an ambush, with you and Mando in the lead. 

“Dar’manda, wanna explain the silence?” Mando says as quiet as he can so that it can be translated with static. 

“It’s nothing, Mando...” you mumble in return, keeping your eyes averted. 

“Cya-” 

“Don’t.” 

“(Y/N), what did I do?” it comes like a mumble from beneath his mask, too quiet to be picked up by machine. 

‘I fell in love with you.’ you think.

“Nothing, just focus on the mission.” 

With a harsh sigh, you set your jaw tight and aim your view ahead as you walk the barren streets of Navarro. Soon enough, both you and Mando are sitting down, facing the disgusting Imp in front of you that was obviously undressing you with his eyes. 

Little did you know that beneath the helmet, Mando’s jaw clenched. 

With swift yet quiet movements, Greef (who was still petrified of you) had unlocked you from your restraints. As the Imp continues on and on about his annoying propaganda, a leather hand slipped into yours. Your forced to suppress a gasp as he gently squeezes your hand, a silent sign of trust between you two. You cannot feed into the comfortable feeling, right now...

All you see is red. 

Literally. Before you and Mando had a chance to take down your Imperial crowd, a rain of blasters bursts through the windows. All four of you, including Greef and Cara, barely made it down in time to dodge them. Somehow, the two of you made it towards the other edge of the window, a semi clear view of the pack of Stormtroopers surrounding you. 

Grabbing your blaster and blade from Mando’s back, you load them both, getting ready for the fight ahead of you. You go quiet as you hear a ship land. Your blood runs cold at the sound of his voice. 

Moff Gideon.

The Seige of Mandalore flashes before your eyes, making your eyes flood with uncontrollable tears. The start of it all. You smack Mando’s hand away as he obviously saw your weakness. With a quiet sniffle, you cock your gun, listening to the twisted words Gideon spewed. 

But once he stopped, the rushed footsteps and clanking of metal grew your suspicion. 

“They’re setting up an EWEB, aren’t they?” you say to Cara. 

She only nods in response. 

“It’s over.” Karga says from his corner. 

“Yeah, cause that’s really helpful right now!” you spit. 

“I found the sewer vent.” Mando says.

He gently tugs you over to him by your arm, keeping you under cover as you, Cara, and him try to open the vent. You tried your hot blade, nothing. Mando was out of charges. Not even Cara’s blaster worked. 

Of course, Moff Gideon decided to add more stress to the situation with another speech. But when he started listing off the names of your crew, you knew you were screwed. 

“Maybe the traitorous Mandalorian, (Y/N) (L/N), the woman who never had a chance to take the Creed but still broke it, can regail her many tales of murder using the same weapon that killed her people. She seems like a great ally compared to the weak Dar’manda you knew, hmm?” 

All eyes turn to you, your hood still covering your face but at this point you knew it was of no use. Slowly, you take off your hood, revealing the scar starting from the edge of your right eye, leaving a long scar that trailed through a place where there was once hair. 

“Or perhaps the decommissioned Mandalorian, Din Djarin, has heard the songs of the Siege of Mandalore, when gunships of similar ordinance laid waste to fields of Mandalorian recruits in The Night of A Thousand Tears.” 

Din Djarin. 

You look to Din with wide eyes, wondering if the boy that you had hidden in the bunker with all those years ago was still in that metal mask. The one you trained with, laughed with. Your Din...

And now you were going to die together. How poetic. 

The world seemed to spin, everything around you turned to static. As Din retells the tail of how he was rescued, how you two met, your body shivers from the memories buried so deep inside you. Your grip tightens on your blaster, pain, frustration, betrayal. 

“Why didn’t you tell me? Tell me that you recognized me?” you mumble.

“I had to protect you, from everything that I’ve done,” he says as he crouches in front of you. 

“I don’t need your protection...” you swiftly stand up, keeping your space. “I need your trust...” 

“Alright! Can you save the lovers quarrel for when, oh, I don’t know, we survive this!” Cara says quickly. 

You nod, bending down to grab one of the sniper rifles the Stormtrooper had and reloading it fast. Everything around you goes quiet, blocking out your teammates, only focused on the threat at hand. 

Well, until you saw your little green fuzzball in view, strapped to a droid unit’s chest. 

“Cover me!” you yell to Cara, quickly making your way outside and helping the droid keep the baby safe.

More gunshots joined you and as you turn you see the Mandalorian covering your six. You only nod as a sign of gratitude. As you get back to the fight, and Karga decides to join you, a hard grunt from behind you quickly makes you turn around. One of the stormtroopers had flipped Din to the ground, ready to fire. 

Without a second thought, you throw your gun away for a moment and pull your knife out, the exposure to the air sending the cool grey into a heated red. With one arm, you pull the trooper against your chest and with the other, you slowly drag the hot blade against his throat. A slow and painful death. Once his body was on the ground, you picked up your rifle again and continued to shoot at the rest. 

Moff Gideon soon stepped in front of you, his eyes targeted towards your head, most likely imagining your death. You drop your gun, and feign surrender, only to grab your smaller blaster and take a quick shot. Unfortunately you missed, and so did he. But he was still standing, giving him the chance to shoot at a fuel canister, one right in front of Mando. 

“Din!” you screamed, as you watched his metal body flail to the ground. 

Cara and Greef dragged him inside as you slowly but surely made it back towards the building. Once inside, you quickly helped Cara lay him down, rolling him onto his side to check for wounds. 

Your worst fear had happened. The unrequited feelings you had to deal with had injured the one you love most. For the first time in what had felt like forever, you were panicked.

It was obvious he had sustained a pretty nasty head wound. So, naturally, you refused to leave his side while the others tried to escape. Without the others noticing, you moved the fabric of his shirt up above his wrist to keep two fingers on his pulse. With every beat, you were reminded that he was still there.

You kept an eye on your surroundings, with each passing minute your dread filling you up to the brim.

“Cyar’ika,” you hear a pained voice from beside you.

Turning your head, your met with the familiar visor you had grown to love. He was speaking, that was good. 

“I’m not going to make it. You need to go,”

Now you wish he hadn’t. 

“Are you insane? You just smacked yourself, you’ll be fine.” you say with a soft chuckle, moving your hand away from his exposed wrist. 

“Leave me,”

His breathing picked up, he was in pain. Knowing that this was all your fault, that Din laid before you thinking he was going to die, it killed you. Tears sprung into your eyes without notice. 

“No, I’m not leaving you again.”

Gently, you caress where his helmet meets his neck, only to feel the sticky, metallic substance you knew to be blood. Tears fell from your eyes like rain now. 

“Din...” you whisper tearfully. 

“Don’t you dare think about taking this helmet off. You leave me.” he reaches shakily into his shirt, pulling out the mythosaur skull charm and placing it in your hands. “Take this and you make sure the child is safe.”

“Didn’t you hear me? I’m not leaving you,”

Before he could speak again, you waved Cara over, placing the necklace in her palm. 

“You need to take the Child and get him to the Mandalorian covert. When you find them, you tell them it’s from Din Djarin. Got it?”

With a nod, she takes it, and the Child, preparing for their escape.

“Cyare, please...”

You gave him silence to his pleas, opting to hold his hand tightly instead as you watched the scene outside. You saw the fire gun, and you quickly shielded him with your own body, taking most of the burns instead of him.

With your back singed, you let out the tiniest whimper as you sit back up straight.

“(Y/N)-” Cara starts. 

“I can hold him off long enough to let you guys get out of here. I’ll follow behind with Din,”

“And if you don’t make it?”

“We’ll die a warriors death,”

Another blast of fire erupts from the cannon it is held in. You launch yourself over Din once more, bracing for the pain that never comes. Looking over your shoulder, you see the Child, holding back the flames from harming you. With a pained but proud smile, you inch your way over to him before he collapses and give him a hug. 

“Good job, kid,” you whisper. 

One final bang alerts you to the newly made escape route. With a soft kiss to his fuzzy head, you whisper once more:

“You be good, okay? I love you, kiddo.”

The IG unit takes him from you quickly, placing it in Cara’s arms. You crawl back towards Din, gently taking his hand again to try and distract yourself from the pain. Despite the overwhelming sensation of singed flesh, you could feel blood trickling down your back, making you shiver. But you refused to be weak. You refused to let Din die. 

Looking around once more, you see only the IG unit left. He’s a droid...

“Hey, droid!” 

He turns his head to you.

“Got any bacta spray?” 

“As a matter of fact, I do,” 

“Good.” 

Pulling out your blade, you cut off a long strip of Din’s cape, wrapping it tightly around your eyes. 

“What are you doing?” Din weakly asks. 

“I’m taking off your helmet, and the droid will heal you. He’s not living,” you tie the last knot even tighter. “And I can’t see you.”

A weak chuckle reverberates from him.

“You’re still as crazy as the day I met you,”

“Well, love makes you do crazy things,”

Gently, you guide your hands up his chest and to his helmet. You expect his hands to come flying towards your wrists, to stop you. But surprisingly, he doesn’t do so. With a click and a hiss, his helmet comes sliding off, and you lay it in your lap for safe keeping. 

“There is damage to your central processing unit.” the driod says as he does his work.

“You mean my brain?” 

“That was meant to be a joke.”

Din’s soft chuckle puts your mind at ease as you stared into the black space. Once you hear the spray no longer being applied, you blindly reached out and helped Din sit up. Before you get a chance to reach down and put his helmet on again, something unexpected happens. 

His lips were on yours. 

Despite being caged in a helmet all the time, they were soft against yours. The metallic taste of blood danced along your tongue but it was no match to the adrenaline running through your veins at the sensation at your love’s lips against yours. You played an intricate and slow dance, one that you wished you could never get enough of. With a shaking hand, you reached into the uninjured side of his head, running it through the matted curls. The feeling of it all made you smile, the kiss ending way too soon. 

“I love you too,” he whispers. 

With a smile you couldn’t control, you ever so gently place the helmet back onto his head. Taking the blindfold off, you stared into his visor. Brown, you knew that had to be the color of his hair. 

His hand snakes it’s way behind your head, pushing it towards his metal clad one in a Keldabe kiss. With a tearful smile, your hand moves over the metal with ease, mimicking the same gesture. 

“You can only say that if you promise I’ll never lose you again,” you mumble.

“You’ll never lose me, cyar’ika,” 

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Cupid’s Chokehold (Kwon Soonyoung)

Hi, I’m excited for this one!!!! I haven’t written anything this good for Hoshi since 7 Things, so here we are!!! I hope y’all like it!!!!!

Inspo: Cupid’s Chokehold

Word count: 6910

Relationship fourteen: met at an amusement park where he hit on the person operating a ride; ended over Soonyoung being 10 minutes late to a date. Time together: Three days short of a four month relationship.

*

Relationship fifteen: met at one of the shopping malls when he was ordering a juice at the food court; ended over Soonyoung racing to keep you company when your date stood you up at a coffee shop. Time together: 24 days.

*

Relationship sixteen:

“Guys, guys, guys, meet my girlfriend!”

In the split second that you looked up from the Superstar Pledis game, you lost your momentum, missed one of the notes, and lost any hope that you could beat the high score challenge, so you just hoped that Soonyoung’s latest fling would be worth losing this. Okay you were exaggerating a little but in your defense you needed all the RP points to help upgrade one of your better cards. You let yourself fail the game and looked up again with a smile on your face. 

“Hi!” Mingyu said brightly, beating you to the punchline and pushing your legs off his lap to stand up and introduce himself better. He took one of her hands in both of his and shook it eagerly. “Nice to meet you.”

“Pleasure’s all mine.” 

You noted that while a little awkward, she didn’t look terrible. (Not that you were judging, but a lot of Soonyoung’s….past loves weren’t always the nicest.You’re looking at relationships three, six and seven here.) 

“You must be Y/N. Soonie talks about you all the time.” 

Soonie.

It took all your self control to not wrinkle your nose in disdain. Literally, every one of his exes called him that, so naturally you hated it. Okay not hated, but it made you wonder if the nickname held some kind of curse because not one relationship succeeded.

“The one and only.” You did however, squint your eyes at her, not recognizing her. “I’m sorry I don’t think we met.”

“I’m Aiko. I work at the vet where Soonie occasionally brings his dog in.”

Ah, no wonder he’s been bugging Seungcheol about his newest love and taking Kkooma out. You opted to stay quiet and not bust your best friend. Yet. He would eventually bust himself. But you had to admit that you were impressed with how often he changed parts of his persona...at least when you didn’t have to scold him how it wasn’t necessary and that the right person would adore him the way he was. 

But, you still had to give her the credit where it was due. “Awww. Which is your favorite pet that’s been by?”

“Definitely the bunnies. We have some clients that own a rabbit farm so we see them a lot.”

“I love bunnies!” Your lips formed a pout, almost crying at the state of fluffy tails and funky teeth biting into the vegetables clouded your thoughts. You snuck a peek at Soonyoung who had hesitantly pulled a thumbs up sign and you gave him the smallest of nods which was the biggest sign for Soonyoung to start smiling widely and that little crack in your heart to split open again.

They didn’t stay much longer; Soonyoung literally just ran to his room to change clothes and grab his charger so no one really had the chance to talk to Aika other than the basics to avoid the awkward silence.

*

You had long ago stopped crying over Soonyoung seeing past you and going for another person but that didn’t mean the pain lessened. (thank you relationship number four.) You were always “my bestest friend in the entire world” or “my platonic soulmate who knows me better than anyone”, never more and you hated it. You just wanted to one day be someone he saw in a different light or at least find one who was like you. Maybe that would hurt less. 

But maybe you were just happy that you didn’t lose sleep over him like you used to or wept into the armrest of your couch watching reruns of the shows you binged watched together.There was some normalcy back in your life but the pain still somehow managed to hit you as hard as it did the first time Soonyoung brought someone around you. 

“No, you dumbass! She’s right there!” You angrily flicked your hand at your phone screen in front of you. Okay, maybe you figured that if you experienced this in real life (as you had many, many times) you realized that even if the person Hoshi ended up with someone who was exactly like you, it’d be a blow to your heart and you weren’t sure how you’d react to that.

“No, don’t go with her...don’t you dare take another….okay, fine ignore me. But don’t come crying to me when you fuck it up.” You really needed to stop watching these movies. Yes, you always knew how it ended, but that didn’t mean your anger wasn’t real. And you just kinda highkey wished it’d happen to you.

“Please stop yelling at your phone and get out of this car before I forcibly take it from you,” Soonyoung threatened.

“You were the one who wanted to come with me to wash my clothes so you’re doing everything at my pace and I swear if you break-”

“Slow down baby...you’re goin’ too fast baby!”

You smacked him. “Listen, if you don’t want all of South Korea to know you’re here, keep your voice down.” 

He clicked a finger gun in your direction and slid out the driver’s side. “Gotcha. But seriously speaking, are you sure that you don’t mind that I invited Aika to hang out with us later?”

“I mean, I have to get to know her eventually, right?” You smiled a little at him. It had been a couple days since the initial introduction but you didn’t know anything else besides the obvious, and her lack of social media posts didn’t help. (You may have stalked her a little.) You finally unbuckled your seatbelt and slid your phone back into your pocket to bring two carts for your dirty laundry.

If it had been up to you, you would’ve come to the laundromat by yourself just have some time for yourself. Being around Seventeen nearly 24/7 took a lot of energy from you, but not in a bad way; you just liked having peace and quiet sometimes. But Soonyoung took it upon himself to use one of his only days off to accompany you and spend the morning with you. He even went as far as bringing breakfast to wake you up. 

He helped you with the detergent and softeners and other essentials because you would’ve been mortified at the thought of him taking your dirty clothes. You werent sure why but you didnt like the thought of him touching anything. He whistled some Shinee song as he walked inside, already knowing which spot you liked. But before you could actually start loading the washing machines, you needed to reload your card because this particular laundromat didn’t use coins anymore. 

You could feel your phone calling out to you to resume your watching and you were tempted to but you needed to do all this first. You took your money out the wallet and topped up the balance and once the washing machines were ready to go, you sat down at one of the tables, your finger itching to hit the play button and proceeded to ignore the rest of the world. 

You weren’t sure how much time had passed but you were vaguely aware of Soonyoung disappearing for a moment and returning with the bag of breakfast, sliding a disposable tray to you and setting down a carton of juice. Then he quietly brought out a notebook and doodled on it. Your favorite thing about Soonyoung? He knew when you didn’t wanna be bothered, so he often found ways to entertain himself. Sometimes he watched his own thing; sometimes he read one of Wonwoo’s recommendations; and sometimes he worked on choreo. When it got too silent for his liking, he FaceTimed Chan so he could see exactly what he was working with and any adjustments that could be made. 

“Tell the future of kpop I said hey,” you said absently, taking one of the pre-sliced waffles and biting into it. The plot in front of you had progressed drastically, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to stop watching or keep it going because every move and every word hurt your heart. 

“You tell him! Okay Dino, it looks good, but now try the spin counter clockwise. I wanna see how that looks.”

You stopped watching long enough to put it away and focus on Soonyoung as he went into choreographer mode. Though he was sitting, you watched the way his hands moved and if you stood up, you knew’d be seeing them trying to mirror each other’s actions.

“Hyung, what if we did this-” you could hear Chan’s heavy breathing with the way some nonexistent tempo increased and the way his sneakers squeaked on the floor. “-instead of..” More squeaking and you were pretty sure he had thrown himself on the floor. “This? And if we circle around I’m thinking maybe Mingyu hyung, it could work.”

Soonyoung clapped, bobbing...or probably counting in his head, most likely picturing whatever he saw Dino doing, and smiled brightly. “I like it! If we can saturate the movement a little more-” more hand movements and a couple of foot stomps, “- I think we can get him to pull it off.” He stood up, made sure he wasn’t disturbing anyone else and mimicked the younger boy’s action.

You nodded along, breaking out into your own smile at watching him. Your heart ached for him, but you knew you had to content yourself with how you were. You couldn’t risk losing him.

*

“I’m telling you Y/N, I think she could be the one,” Soonyoung sighed dreamily. 

“So you’re telling me that because this woman makes you pancakes any time you visit her in the morning, she’s made for you?” you stared off into space, making a confused face as to how in the world that could add up. “You don’t even like breakfast foods.”

“But when she makes them...oh my god. I even told my mom about her.”

You didn’t have it in you to tell him that not only did his mom video call you and shake her head at the proclamation, but she also expressed her worry about him jumping into a new relationship every time he came home with a broken heart and how one day, he wouldn’t be able to go back to himself. You understood her; since Seventeen’s debut, he had been in 15 different relationships, more than all the boys put together, none of which lasted longer than eight months. (Needless to say, you kept track.)

“You believe me, right?”

“Eat your ice cream Soonie.”

“You know it doesn’t even sound cute when you say it.” He wrinkled his nose at you. “Just for that, you’re paying for our dessert.” He pulled out his wallet and slid it out to you. “Go.”

You pulled out his credit card, frowning a little.

“What?”

“Nothing...it’s just don’t you keep a picture of Aiko in here?”

“Nah, I’m new school.”

“Didn’t you steal one of the boys’ phones the other day to complain to the phone company that yours stopped working?”

“Hey, it wasn’t my fault that I forgot that it was still updating. Shut up.”

You threw your head back and laughed before going to pay the nice lady for some of the best homemade treats you ever tasted. You patted Soonyoung’s head fondly, resisting the urge to wrap your arms around his neck and just hugging him for being so funny. Good thing too, because when the little bell dinged announcing a new arrival, the Japanese beauty came in and Soonyoung was up so fast, he nearly dropped the chair. He spoke animatedly, doing some kind of handshake you knew was only for them and then pointed to you, which you waved politely and pushed her your way.

“Always hyperactive, isn’t he?” she laughed when she joined you. “I told him I just had lunch but he swears the muffins are the best here. What do you think?”

“They’re good if you have a sweet tooth, but I personally like the cookies.”

“I’ll have whatever you like then,” Aiko smiled at you. “I’m sorry if I’m awkward by the way. I’m nervous.”

“About? Hi, I’ll take some of those too, and then we’ll be ready to pay.”

“Soonie talks about you like you put the stars in the sky so I’m a little scared to say the wrong thing.” Not the first time you heard that, but you heard it with relationship number 10 (you think.)

“Honestly, just treat him right, and we’ll be okay.” She didn’t have to know how unlucky Soonyoung was...the cheaters, the manipulators, the insecure ones who swore you were stealing him away, the ones who wanted him for his fame and/or fortune and even a couple who only used him to get to you. Every single one ended up with him at your house in the middle of the night and the cheap takeout place that delivered at any hour seemed to be his only cure. Most of the time he didn’t go home and called the leader to say he wouldn’t be going to work the next day. Some days, he used the time to go to the beach or out of town, but sometimes he liked staying in and watching movies...both of which included you.

“Okay.” She received the bag of sweets from the old lady and skipped back to her boyfriend who placed his hand on her hair and kissed it and then gave you two thumbs up. That was your cue to leave, despite him insisting you stay but you really needed to put your laundry away before you decided to leave it by your entrance until it was time to wash again. (Or so you reasoned with yourself to not interrupt them.) Aiko seemed to be the best one for Soonyoung so far, and while it still killed you to see him with someone else, at least she was nice about things. You slipped out, noticed only by your best friend who looked betrayed at you leaving but you texted him your excuse. 

It did, however, surprise you when you opened your front door and you cried all over again, the bitter tears stinging for feeling like a bad person for not wanting it to go as well as it was.

*

“Special delivery!” you cried out to the boys at Pledis in their practice room a month later. “I’ve got some things for my favorite boys.” Comeback season always proved to be more strenuous than the last and you hated how little you saw of them. In their earlier days, you would’ve seen at least one of them roaming Seoul, but alas.

“You’re a lifesaver!” Hansol took one of the plastic bags from you and dug through it, frowning when that one didn’t hold what he was looking for.

“I never said these were for you. I was talking about Nu’est.” (Dongho had taken your treats to his group mates though, but they didn’t need to know that.) However, you handed him the correct bag and he pulled out a small bag of M&Ms, yelling triumphantly and they took turns searching for their requested items.

“Where’s Tiger Brain?” you asked, looking around. He had originally asked you to bring him another pair of sweats because he had ripped them. Again. They currently hung over your arm while you picked the lint off of them.

“Recording studio.” Jihoon opened his can of Coke and somehow managed to drink the whole thing in a single chug. Impressive if not concerning.

“Why?” You counted 12 heads, three different times. No one else was missing. 

“Aiko’s here and she looks pissed.” Junhui then stuffed his face with the lunch you brought for him, in case he had said too much.

“I haven’t done anything!” Your reflexive defense whenever things had gotten rocky for the lovebird in paradise. Always true, but no one ever seemed to believe you until they had seen that you did indeed mind your business. This time was no different.

“We never said you did. Chill.”

“Do I need to go in and clarify something?”

“That might make it worse.” Minghao looked around to see if anyone would hear them. “When she asked for him, it was because she wanted to talk to him about his dog...or rather Cheol’s dog.”

So she found out. “It isn’t something to be mad over.” You had known people who did that, but no one ever had to stop working in the middle of the day over it. 

“When i went to ask him for the notebook with the new dance, she was telling him about the phone call he had with you.”

“Which one?” Now you could feel the annoyance tingling at your fingertips. You always called him and he you, none of which were ever important. The most recent one being him calling you at 2:33 last night (er this morning) when he asked if he should dye his hair red or green or maybe yellow….to which you yelled at him for waking you up. But how did she know about that one? For one moment you wondered if she found a way to bug your phone...it happened in relationship number five. Creepy and unsettling and the paranoia still hadn’t left you.

“I guess she saw you the other day shopping for groceries-”

“You know, sometimes my stomach likes to remind me that I need to be fed. Just a crazy thought.”

Minghao pointed at you dramatically. “This is my story time, peasant.” He waited for you to close your mouth again. “Now, I don’t know what the gist was but apparently you saw her and said something about going to the beach with him.”

Classic word twisting...relationships one through now apparently. “Yeah, we were thinking that after this comeback that we wanted to take everyone out because, you know, you all work hard and don’t take any breaks.” Originally, it had been just for you two, then Seungcheol and Jihoon had cut into the conversation, wanting Soonyoung’s opinion for something they wrote, and from there, Soonyoung said something about a leader line getaway with you, and then Wonwoo’s voice sounded and before you knew it, bam...beach day with OT13. You had a run in with her around that time and you talked about it, but she didn’t seem bothered by it. But you had felt sick now about it, so you smiled and handed the sweats over to one of the boys and decided to go home before you got caught here. On your way out, you picked up a few wrappers that they managed to throw on the floor and went to throw them away when you saw a stack of burned pancakes inside.

“Aiko brings him breakfast some mornings but when she’s in a bad mood, she burns them,” Joshua said quietly dumping his own trash in there. “It’s been happening a lot.”

You said nothing. The one thing about Soonyoung’s relationships you didn’t keep track of? How many of them felt threatened by you near the end. You had lost count.

*

The time on your phone displayed 12:46 am when someone knocked on your door and Soonyoung’s I’m outside text followed shortly after. You sighed a deep sigh, one that came from your tired soul because you knew this was coming and you could feel the beginning of end. The end being your patience hollowing before you expressed how tired you were of his stupidity and possibly ruined your friendship. 

“Let’s go out tomorrow,” he said as his greeting. “I feel like we haven’t done anything together lately.”

“Comeback season, remember?” You wanted to shake your head at him, noticing the way he was wired up and in the way you wanted see him

“But that’s not really an excuse to ditch you. My treat.” He smiled at you hopefully, pleading for you to say yes so you nodded. 

You picked up your phone, ready to place an order on the familiar app. “Are you hungry?”

“Yes! I thought you’d never ask!”

In the middle of his kimchi soup dinner, he spilled everything, not even looking at you as he told you everything you missed. You didn’t bring up being at Pledis or seeing the spoiled food, and you could tell he was grateful.

“Hey Y/N?”

“What?”

“Is there something wrong with me?”

You wanted to joke about the infinite number of things just to make him smile, but in his vulnerable state, you couldn’t, just because you knew how he’d take it to heart. (You’ve learned from that mistake.) You just shook your head. “You’re human.” He nodded slowly, trying to enjoy his dinner, but slurping but slurping the noodles so slowly. You sighed. 

Relationship ended over: Jealousy and insecurity. Time together: two months, two weeks.

*

Relationship seventeen: Soonyoung accompanied Jeonghan to get a car fixed and flirted with the secretary; ended over the secretary accusing Jeonghan of trying to scam the company when you somehow got involved saying you had saved some receipts; time together: 43 days.

*

Relationship eighteen: attempted to rekindle something with your neighbor across the street; ended over the neighbor being engaged; time together: 0 days

*

Relationship nineteen: befriended a tourist and offered himself to show off the sites and best places to visit. (No mention of you, but details); ended when the tourist had to go back home but the pair promised to remain friends; time together 20 days

*

Relationship twenty:

“You’re in my seat.”

You looked up at the stranger confused, the fluorescents of Pledis lights blinding you momentarily. “I’m sorry, I always sit here. I’m waiting for my friends to get here-” You blinked, trying to adjust to the lighting.

“Bongcha, you’re here!” Though the voice was very familiar, you were very confused when Soonyoung dashed by you and ran to the stranger….Bongcha, you assumed her name was, and hugged her. “It’s so good to see you!” he turned to you. “Hey you! I wasn’t expecting to see you today!” He made this grand hand gesture to the person he was talking to, not even wondering why you were here this early. “This is Bongcha! She’s my girlfriend. Bongcha, this is the spectacular, marvelous, beautiful, wonderful, talented, amazing-”

“Are you gonna get to the point soon or are you just gonna waste your breath?” Mini tour season, you guessed? He was only ever this hyped up whenever someone told him they were going to sing their hearts out.

“Y/N,” he finished. “My best friend in the whole entire world that I adore to bits even when I’m treated like this.”

Bongcha nodded at you once she looked you over, but didn’t say much else. “I was waiting to see if you’re done with rehearsals so we can go have dinner.”

Okay, she wasn’t gonna acknowledge your presence, which you were fine with. You weren’t here to see her, or even Soonyoung, really. But dinner already? It was still somewhere between the breakfast/lunch area. Whatever though. “Do you know if Seokmin is done with whatever you’re doing?” you asked him instead.

His mouth formed an ‘o’. “You’re finally gonna take my advice and one of my friends? I like it.”

“Gross, no. He wanted to know if he could tag along with me to the eye doctor and I said I’d meet him here.”

“But you didn’t ask me?” He looked hurt, despite the fact his girlfriend was there, clinging to his arm, ready to pull away when she heard enough.

“Our appointments are literally back to back. You’re not missing much. I’ll see you later though?”

“Okay, yeah...ye-whoa. I’ll see you later then. You’re really strong Bongcha.”

As it turned out...you needed a stronger pair of glasses, but so did Seokmin so it wasn’t a complete loss. He treated you (after looking offended at the thought of you paying your meal) to a McDonald’s lunch, raving about the time he and Wonwoo accidentally broke one of the soda machines during their predebut days and then dove into a different topic how they were hitting the road again soon just to blow off some steam and he was excited but he was gonna miss you, because he always felt like he saw you the least, so you offered to go shopping for some friendship bracelets so he wouldn’t be alone and the big baby really broke out into his big grin at the thought and ushered you out the door before you request dessert. If only your heart could want Seokmin the way it wanted Soonyoung.

Bongcha, huh?

*

Seventeen being gone meant that you could catch up (and even get ahead in some cases) on everything you neglected during your free time. Sometimes you wondered how you still had a job because of how easily you dropped it for them, but some mysteries didn’t need to be solved. 

You stocked up on groceries and snacks, and even bought yourself new bedsheets to change the theme in your room, nearly deciding to redecorate the entire place with a sudden burst of inspiration. You nulled the idea when you realized just how much effort it’d actually take, but you did compromise on silverware….and maybe even plates but nothing too crazy. 

You managed to spy Bongcha at the post office once, but she deliberately looked away before you could wave, and normally you’d be hurt about it, but there was no way that whatever she had with Soonyoung could last. You could attest to all the rude ones but it wasn’t worth telling Soonyoung about it. It’s not that he wouldn’t believe you, but he’d confront her, and then take you both somewhere to “work out your differences” and he wouldn’t leave you alone until you swore you were friends now. No thank you.

Most of the time when he called you, he let you in on the details of the small tour like who messed up the lyrics (he was looking at Seungcheol here), or how Seungkwan deciding to play marco polo in the pool and accidentally scared one of the kids when Jun pulled his leg underwater. You loved their antics and sometimes you wished you could take them up on the offer and go on tour with them at least once, but you needed your space from them. And before you knew it, they were finally done and they’d be back.

“Y/N, it could be her. I can feel it.”

Even in your sleepy haze, you could hear the ridiculousness at how he sounded. You paused the FaceTime call, clock letting you know it was 3:17 am and Seventeen was just getting home from the home country tour but he wanted to stop by her house first to surprise her. He had been giving you shit about always going to the first and last concerts but never more unless you had the money for it, but nonetheless letting you know the basics that happened, but now he was letting you know that he was serious about Bongcha. “Oh god.”

“I mean it. Like I talked to my dad about her and I wanna take her to home so she can meet them once we can go on vacation. You should hear the way she says my name.”

“Oh Soonie, you’re so cute. Oh Soonie, you’re the best. Oh Soonie…” you actually had to stop yourself from gagging. That nickname would be the death of you. 

“You know, it’s still not cute when you say it. I don’t know why, but I don’t like it. So just for that, you’re buying me lunch when I-” The phone clattered to the floor and you woke up finally at being dropped.

“Hosh?” Nothing. “Soonyoung?” And then you saw a brief flash of light, and then you could see the denim and you lost vision so you could assume Soonyoung threw you in his pants….or shorts….whatever. 

“What is this?!” You could finally hear him. “Who the fuck is this?!”

Oh shit….that was gonna be awkward. “Soonyoung?” Not like he could hear you but still worth a shot. “Hey, are you okay?” A deeper, unfamiliar voice spoke up, probably answering his question but still sounding muffled. You pressed the speaker as close to your ear as possible, straining to hear anything. “Soonyoung, don’t do anything stupid.” You could hear his deep breaths.

“I...you...and this...you’re joking right? This...it hasn’t been happening right?”  The way he struggled to keep his composure broke you and you just wished you could find the humor in how he spoke, so bright and so happy, the denial. “It has? Okay, well...have a nice life. Just delete my number. And you...I could so kick your ass right now. No, don’t get up.” 

“SOONYOUNG!” you yelled when you heard something break and a door slam. 

“Change of plans Y/N, I’m coming over.” He offered no other explanation and hung up on you.

*

“Is there something wrong with me?” The question you always hated to answer and with every heartbreak just made you wanna lock in his house somewhere and not leave until he didn’t have a rebound. He’s had cheating girlfriends before, but this was the first time he saw it with his own eyes, and it was different in a sense. 

Nonetheless, you were honest. “It wasn’t your fault, you know. Some people can’t stay committed.” You wanted to reach over and take his hand in yours, seep out all his pain and carry it with you, but you stayed put. He stared at his bowl of soup, not even bothering to eat it. Your own food remained untouched too, no doubt more cold than warm already. 

Soonyoung finally put his face in his hands. “What’s wrong with me Y/N? Why can’t I ever find someone who stays?”

“Do you ever think that maybe you jump into a relationship too fast without even thinking?” 

“No...I always make sure I’m over someone.”

“Twenty relationships since debut isn’t normal Soonyoung.” He raised his head to look at you, tears ready to spill out in case you said something to push him over the edge, but didn’t say anything, listening, waiting. “I think that maybe after your breakup, you come to me and then you’re here with me, and then a couple days later, it’s like you bounce back and repeat the cycle.”

“Where the hell did you get 20?” he asked, but didn’t let you explain yourself. “Where did I meet 20 people that have somehow made me their boyfriend?” 

“It’s just that...every time someone new comes into your life….you just go so into...and I don’t know...you swear they’ve become some part of your life and you look so happy….I don’t know. Twenty.”

“Do you really think that of me? Do you really think that I’m like that?”

“Soonyoung, it’s almost four in the morning; you literally came to me because your ex-girlfriend is cheating on you. You have done this every single time in the past. You just called Cheol to let him know you’re not going in tomorrow because you’re staying here. I’m sorry, but did you even ask?” you realized he never did; he just assumed you’d let him every time and you have. “Later this week, you’re gonna on your own doing who knows what because it’s all too much for you and you’re gonna meet someone. You’re gonna get to them, tell me about it and then it goes wrong.”

“It’s not 20. Hell, it’s not even 10. Am I that desperate to fill a void in my heart? But even if it was, why the hell are you counting who comes into my life?”

“Because I care! I hate seeing you like this. I can’t stand you-” 

“Okay, I’m gone.” He stood up abruptly. “I won’t come back next time.” He pulled out his wallet, took out a few bills and tossed them on the couch. “Here. I’m so sorry I ruined dinner, but I hope this makes up for it.”

“Where are you going? Take your money; I don’t want it.”

“I’m going to my dorm because apparently no one cares how I feel when I’m there. Good night.”

Relationship twenty (not twenty?): ended over a cheater; time together: three months; additional comments: thank you Bongcha for this fight. You just lost your best friend.

*

Much like Soonyoung’s relationships, you counted the days since Soonyoung stopped speaking to you. It’s been 87 days. Your texts and calls went unanswered and the boys pretty much made excuses about Soonyoung not being able to come to the phone when you called them. It didn’t matter; it was fine. You loved being ignored anyways. You didn’t need him; that's why you had your kdramas to get you through the heartache. At least things could work out in a fictional universe. 

Still you cursed yourself for ending up at Pledis and signing in at the front because apparently your pride wasn’t gonna let you have this. You waved to Hyerin who was discussing a possible collab with Beomju, but neither saw you, so  you went on your way to find anyone of the 13 boys who could help you. Your first stop was the recording section with Jihoon playing producer and Jeonghan behind the mic. Joshua was in the corner showing Seokmin how to play the song he liked and Seungkwan occasionally sang the lyrics to “I HATE YOU”  but everyone stopped everything when you opened the door. Although sudden, none of them seemed surprised to see you, but annoyed at being interrupted. 

“Where’s Soonyoung? I need to talk to him. Please don’t tell me he isn’t here.” Your voice sounded tired, and if you heard any type of rejection, you were sure to cry.

“Practice room,” Jihoon said at last, lips pursed, ready to tell you more but thought against it. “It’s a unit day practice so he’s probably showing them a new routine.” He turned his attention back to Jeonghan. “Sorry Hyung. Take it from the top please.”

Seokmin flashed you a quick thumbs up before handing the guitar to Joshua and you just hoped he’d be there. You ran into Vernon on your way over, showing you some parts of the latest rap, and you just accepted the bad omen. Because really, what could be worse than him saying “goodbye”? At least he treated you as if it wasn’t the last time he was gonna see you, but you weren’t sure if that was a good thing and then he disappeared into the room with the vocal unit practiced.

You took a deep breath when you arrived, preparing for the worst, and you knocked gently. You waited a few seconds then you opened the door and were immediately greeted with loud music. Chan and Minghao were stretching on the floor, laughing at some joke and Junhui wiped the sweat from his face. They weren’t surprised to see you either, but now you wanted to know who spilled that you were here because it hadn’t even been five minutes, according to your phone, but man it felt longer than that. The three wordlessly pointed to the furthest corner where Soonyoung chugged a bottle of water in record time.

“Hyung?” Chan called out and he reflexively turned around. “You have a visitor.”

He nodded and the boys dispersed pretty quickly, leaving only the awkward silence, tension and more distance between you than you would’ve liked. You took his sweet time coming to you, making you more nervous by the second. He normally ran up to you as if you had been gone for years and he couldn’t wait to be at arm’s length. You just wanted him to return to normal, or even just run you out of his life already. You couldn’t handle this anymore. By the time he reached you, you wanted him to stay faraway from you. Your hands clammed up and the fight or flight response kicked.

“It hasn’t been 20 relationships,” he said quietly. “It hasn’t even been half, probably half of those at most.” he kicked at the floor. “God why would you even think that? Why couldn’t you ever think I missed you after a long day?”

“You were never at my door unless you wanted to forget someone.”

“Do you think it‘s easy to forget you? Did you ever think that there wasn’t anyone else I wanted to be with, relationship or not? Finding you in everyone was exhausting. Okay, maybe a few of them did get past the whole, ‘maybe-I-can-get-over-Y/N’ phase, but, it’s hard.”

“No, don’t do that.” you shook your head, not quite believing what you were hearing.

“You’re my best friend Y/N. I hate everything we’ve come to because I can’t think straight. Okay yeah, maybe every time something finishes, I think that maybe I can tell you, but then you’re here next to me, and I don’t wanna fuck it up. Did you know I had a dream one time where you had fallen in love with me but i didn’t notice because I was flirting with someone named Minseo and when you finally told me, i was already with her, but you told me in a letter and I told you to get out of my life?”

“Soonyoung, who would be stupid enough to do that? Of all things someone can do.” And then you smacked him. “Why didn’t you tell me this sooner? Do you know much we could’ve avoided. I’ve kept track of all of them...everyone that hurt you, everyone you hurt, mutual fallouts, it’s all there. Why did you wait until all this happened?” You could feel yourself falling to the floor in relief.

“What do you mean why did I wait this long? I want to stay in your life even if you don’t feel that way about me.” He joined you on the floor. “I’m sorry for walking away the other night. But please tell me about shit like this because I can tell you how many girlfriends I’ve had. But that was my bad too…” he rambled off.

“I’m sorry for accusing you,” you stared at his shoes, your shoes. He wanted his shoe to nudge yours; you could see it; you wanted him to do it too. “You’re not exactly easy to forget either. I guess I forget that you’re a big part of my life and not having you around,” you took a deep breath, “it hurts. But I want you to be happy with your life choices and who you end up with, even if it isn’t with me.”

Soonyoung nodded, not really quite sure what to do with the information. He stayed quiet though, sliding closer to you until your shoulders were touching and he finally bumped his shoe with yours. He stared at his reflection, then yours, focusing on the way you stared at your feet bumping into each other. “Hey Y/N?” 

You looked up at him shyly, and you could swear you heard his heartbeat picking up. “Yeah?” He caressed your cheek gingerly and tilted your chin up to meet his maze and pressed a soft kiss to your lips

*

“Are you still there?”

You waited a few seconds before you answered, a smile making its way across your face. “Yeah.”

 “Okay, good. What are you doing right now?”

“Eww, I think I liked it better when you guys weren’t dating.” Wonwoo. “At least you spared us these conversations.”

“Nothing since the last time you asked. I’m in the living room right now. Are you coming over today?”

“If you want me to. How’s Tigger?” You could hear him say something to Wonwoo and the other person there, most likely asking him about some color schemes.

“Down for his nap. I guess the shot tired him out, but I can at least get more things done.” 

“Yeah, we adopted a cat and we named him Tigger; we got him earlier this week and we just took him to the vet this morning. Yeah, we’re painting the bathroom tomorrow. How much is the total?”

“Damn, move in already. You guys are gross. Wait, is that...Y/N guess what?!”

“What?” You jumped at being acknowledged suddenly. “I don’t need to go take him my credit card, do I?”

“No.”

The warm fuzzy feeling crept up into your insides. Somehow it had all come together after his years of heartache. His parents had been thrilled when they found out when you got together, and it seemed that the boys breathed collective sighs of relief at seeing you two, but nothing compared to what Wonwoo said next.

“He has a picture of you in his wallet and he carries it with him everywhere.”

[lovleez]

oner 《恶浪》 mv/film theory

(this is less of a theory and more of a debunking of the mv though)

warnings: mentions of violence, murder (i wont include gifs of the bloody moments but it will be discussed!!!), animal abuse, and a bomb or two ? (someone gets blown up ;-;)

honestly the debunking might get a lil bit dark around the ling chao and ziyang individual parts, so be warned of that!

it would be helpful for you to watch/listen to these to process whats going on here:

oner 《恶浪》 mv (cw blood, murder, animal abuse, & heavy violence - please dont watch if these are triggers for you!!!) (there’s also eng subs in this link ^^)

oner - AGENT  (this is a song, but there’s quite a bit of dialogue near the end that ties into this plot!)  (cw gunshot, beeping noises that resemble a bomb ?? - all at the end of the song w/ the dialogue)

okay lets dive into it d(^-^)> !!!

to get the important info out of the way!

the start of the mv shows the three of them chilling on the couch, as friends do, watching,,well themselves on the screen (oner’s past performances as idols) (and i do believe that the idols part of this has some significance that i can figure out). the important takeaway from the beginning rlly is that they’re three good friends...who are completely unaware of each other’s secret occupations

their occupations being: ziyang, a murderer, yueyue, a spy, and ling chao, a hacker

now to jump into the main story! (starting around 1:35)

yueyue and ziyang both have the same target: the man in the restaurant. however yueyue gets there first and does his job well, as he gets away without being caught. ziyang is frustrated that his target is taken already.

*interesting detail here, but when trying to enter, ziyang shows them a ring with a purple jewel in the middle for entry,,,coincidentally, the man yueyue kills in the bar in his personal segment in the film later also has the same ring? obv the ring is for the restaurant entry so maybe ziyang wasn’t going to kill this “boss” but maybe negotiate/discuss something with him instead...but also thats disproven by the fact that ziyang pulled out a gun to presumably shoot him before realizing the dude was dead....

but also,,,suspicious how there was a zoom in to the purple ring when yueyue kills the man in the bar..maybe it means more than we think it does? altho im not too sure what  to think abt it for now

     for reference:

     ziyang’s ring                                    

     dead man in bar’s ring

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moving on 

okay so since yueyue is a spy n all, he has to confirm his kill somewhere right? this somewhere is a phone booth,,,one that ling chao has rigged up with a bomb,,,,

speculation: someone hired ling chao to kill someone who will be approaching the phone booth; at this time, lc doesn’t know that this someone is yueyue (and is v shocked to see him there through his cameras as evident by his “what the hell! are you kidding me?”)

....and after this part the film dives into their personal stories to give more background on who  these three are (i’ll expand on those after i finish explaining the present timeline ^^) before coming back to the main story 

so!

ling chao “accidentally” blew up yueyue oh no (he’s still alive tho yey)

& then yueyue holds up a piece of candy,,,and immediately knows its ling chao (cuz its the piece of candy lc was eating earlier in the film) 

(and to take care of all loose ends that my brain is providing me with: in the beginning they didn’t know abt each other’s secret occupations...how does yueyue know that lc is capable of doing this? my answer: they used to be agent buddies!!! i’ll expand on this later hehe)

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and so

it was at this moment ling chao knew...he fucked up

he’s afraid yueyue might come after him.

which, is exactly what yueyue does

after going home or somewhere, yueyue receives a text telling him to get rid of “them” (ling chao) bc his “identity is exposed” 

....so now yueyue has to go and hunt down his buddy ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

and they fight! looks very painful for ling chao,,,poor dude,,,

since ziyang comes out from the back door to join the fight, theres two possibilities that come from this:

1) ling chao knew yueyue was coming and knew he couldnt take him down himself (lets be honest; he looks rlly scrawny) so he called ziyang to his location for backup (how could he know ziyang can fight? agent buddies 👐) 

2) ziyang and ling chao live together in the same house

anyways, both results making it obvious that ling chao and ziyang are on the same team while yueyue is on another (lets ignore the fact that ling chao was getting up to fight ziyang as well)

the fight scene is so dramatic oml T-T

ziyang could also be motivated to beat up yueyue in this fight cuz the dude did  take his target before he himself could (loophole: how did ziyang know it was yueyue who took his target? answer: maybe yueyue left like a signature or smthn at the crime scene, or ziyang saw him walk out  ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯ )

and when they all beat the living heck out of each other and are dramatically lying down in different areas of the room 

the tv turns on to a council saying “still want to be idols?”

(and remember, the thing they were watching on tv earlier was themselves performing,,,as idols. i cant connect it further than that so lemme know if yall figure smthn out ^-^)

so mayhaps this council is yueyue’s agency and they wanted to turn the trio against each other...? they would have set this whole situation up: they knew ziyang wanted to kill the restaurant “boss”, so they assigned yueyue to take care of him first, which creates conflict between those two. then, they hired ling chao to rig up a phone booth with a bomb; basically setting him up against yueyue

whether this council succeeds with their plan or not is unrevealed bc the film has a “to be continued” at the end, so the storyline still will have more to it!!!

although i would say the council succeeded since they all did beat each other bruised and bloody

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that leaves the question: why  is the council setting them up against each other?

what are there previous connections beyond them just being friends 👀 ?

and here i shall bring back the “agent buddies” bit i was talking abt earlier, as well as why i linked the agent song in the beginning

near the end of the mv, there’s quite a lot of dialogue between the three of them, and it goes like this:

[robotic voice: welcome agent oner

ling chao (?): check 

yueyue: yo what up guys!

ziyang: yo what up bro

ziyang (yueyue?): alright lets take them out

yueyue: okay gentlemen we got a lot to do

ziyang: ey we gotta finish this quick, i got a date tonight

yueyue: really?

ziyang: no hard feelings (couldnt catch the rest)

yueyue: okay shut up

ling chao: hey guys, i saw a hit

(?): copy that

yueyue (ziyang?): hold your breath....now

ling chao: guys watch out

yueyue: okay guys locked and loaded

*single shot can be heard, then the reloading of a gun*

yueyue (?): go go go!

yueyue: fire fire fire!

yueyue: ???? *indistinguishable orders*

ziyang?: i got trouble i got trouble

yueyue: ?? i got ?? lets go

ling chao: stay together

ziyang (yueyue??): okay set to kill

ling chao: damn the truck is (blown?)

yueyue: what the hell

ziyang: okay let me (???) it

*bomb beeping noises*

yueyue: ???? clean this blood on my shirt]

(not sure how accurate my hearing is but its enough to make some guesses 😅)

agent buddies! the three of them used to be agents, as the song is titled, at some agency...and they probably made a pretty strong team together

the agency story would explain why they all seem to be good fighters too!

thats why the council might have wanted to tear them apart. perhaps the council was doing something that they knew would displease the trio, so they needed them separated lest they team up and try to defeat them 

i also think this audio could have been describing a mission going wrong for them, possibly their last one as a team. someone was probably hurt (im betting on either ziyang or ling chao), and they quit the agency and aimed to live normal lives from then on

...but old habits are hard to forget, so ziyang starts to kill ppl in his free time, yueyue joined another agency as a spy, and ling chao uses his hacking skills for other purposes

however they all dont tell each other, which could add on to the tension of their fight at the end of the film

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now to dive into their individual bits of the film. these all don’t connect much to the main lore, just expands onto their lives with their secret occupations btw!

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YUEYUE

his segment details moments in his daily agent life; im guessing he’s not very happy with it judging by his nightmares? or the nightmares are bringing up his past at his old agency which he does not like

he’s also master of disguise woah

personally i think he’s losing “who he is”. he’s always playing the role of another person, always putting on another disguise...so he starts losing his sense of identity (if that makes sense ;-;) 

(and if you wanna stretch it and make things wholesome, maybe the only times he [feels like himself] is when he’s around his two friends)

so basically: he’s always filling out other personas to the point where he doesnt know who he is anymore

(this is also the segment where he kills a man in the bar with poison,,,and the man was wearing the same ring as ziyang,,,,which is like Hm. why’d the directors do that 🤔)

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ZIYANG

aka the murderer :D

(and not just regular serial killer type, more like joker-esque type where they’re a bit insane,,,)

okay his segment starts of with him dragging a man through a white room, where the floors is covered with plastic, and on the walls are a bunch of clay molds of human body parts

:D

my brain has concluded that! ziyang takes clay and makes molds of his victim’s faces/body parts of who he kills! to make statues! 

(i dont even know how i got there aksjdhdh but thats just what i assumed the first time i watched this film thingy)

and to make it more messed up than it already sounds,,,im guessing he’s a famous statue maker too, and holds shows where he presents his works to the public and maybe even bids them off ?

     ,,,,little did the audience know,,,,

          (this kinda remind me of sally and gabe’s statue from the pjo too now aksjhdkdh)

(i got this assumption from 6:50 in the film where he walks out in front of an audience who start clapping,,,and let my brain run wild with the rest,,,)

of course, he probably kills off the people he was the molding the clay off of once he’s done with his works,,,or sometimes even in the middle of his works as shown in the mv (*-* )

but alas that is not all to his story,,,

judging by his flashbacks when he’s beating that one dude to death with a bat, he used to be bullied when he was in school, which seems to be the source of all his anger throughout the film..

    ( yeah he killed the bullies too (_ _ )> )

its part of his personality to be rough and short tempered - he doesn’t like people looking down on him (as the bullies did)

and,,,if you want to be wholesome again! perhaps he found some bits of happiness and peace when hanging out with the others :]

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LING CHAO

cw: animals abuse!!! 

his is pretty simple and is already explained in the mv itself! i’ll walk ya’ll through it though in case you didn’t watch the film tho akdjdjkf

basically: he’s just a dude who loves dogs :]

a lot

in his segment, a girl (handong, looking absolutely stunning ToT) approaches him wanting to take home another stray, and when he asks her where how the previous dog she adopted was doing, she says that “my bestie loved him a lot, so i gave him to her” ( -_- )

so...he lets her keep the dog, but also decides to keep an eye on her...to the point where she becomes very paranoid that someone is stalking her (which..she isnt wrong in)(but she doesn’t believe it to be ling chao because they’re..dating? i think? and he lulls her into a false sense of security that he’ll protect her from harm)

and then bam! one day he breaks into her house, steals the dog away, and then,,,,blows her up,,,,,

(i must say as disturbing this scene is,,,,i absolutely adore ling chao’s look here askjdjfd)

(i mean?? look at him?? loving the black lipstick ugh)

(v pale tho ;-;)

okay anyways the next flashbacks reveal that handong was abusing her dogs & starving them, and him being the animal lover he is, decides to kill her for it ig

(also she,,,stabbed the other dog that she “gave to her bestie” so-)

yeahh thats the end of his story; nothing much to take from it except that his hacker skills are still intact past agent days 

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annnd thats a wrap folks! nothing else to expand on; i’ll definitely make another part to expand on this if they decide to release another mini film in the future tho :]

[alagalaska]

“Get Help!”

Summary: Thor and Reader do ‘Get Help.’

Pairing: Thor x Reader. Very brief mention of past Thor x Jane

A/N: This is the first piece of fiction I have ever shared. It’s just a silly one-shot I’ve been meaning to write for ages. I recently re-watched Thor: Ragnarok and I love the scene where Thor and Loki do ‘Get Help.’ I hope you like it! There is a reference to MC Hammer in this and if you don’t know his song ‘Can’t Touch This,’ you can watch it Here. If you enjoy this please leave a comment or reblog to let me know. I’d like to mention the very talented @shreddedparchment whose own fiction inspired me to start writing again (Thank you, beautiful!) 

Warnings: Violence, firearms, silly humour, puns, 80’s fashion.

Word Count: 4,321

Disclaimer: (I know, I’m old school) I do not own anything to do with Marvel or the Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU).  The idea of ‘Get Help’ is from Thor: Ragnarok and this is a piece of fiction that has been inspired by that. I do not own and did not create the characters of Thor, Tony, Sam, Natasha, Clint and Steve (or any other characters or entities from the MCU that may be referenced in any part of this fiction). I also did not write and do not own any rights to the MC Hammer song ‘Can’t Touch This’. The actual written content of this fiction, however, is my own and should not be used or copied, in part or whole. Plagiarism is a crime, kids.

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“It’s your turn!” You shout to Thor, over the roar of gun fire. You’re crouched behind an overturned desk in a Hydra facility; your back pressed against cool steel. It’s all grey walls and metal furniture. You’re in some sort of office, just off a corridor where Thor is busy punching a Hydra agent’s face into a wall. There’s four more at the other end of the room you’re in, shooting at you with assault rifles. One of their comrades lies unmoving in the middle of the floor, papers littering the space surrounding him. Bullets bounce around you; metal glancing off metal.

You pop up from behind the desk and take a shot at the shoulder of a woman in a long white coat, who you assume is some kind of lab technician. She is hiding behind a filing cabinet that’s tipped onto its side, fumbling to reload her gun; you guess she’s not had to use it very often. She’d left her shoulder exposed to you and your bullet hits it easily. She angrily returns fire over the top of the filing cabinet, exposing her whole upper half- another rookie mistake- and you shoot her in the chest. She falls backwards to the floor, dropping her gun.

Another agent, who is wearing black tactical gear and is clearly much more skilled with his weapon, fires a well-aimed barrage of bullets at you, causing you to duck back down behind the cover of the desk. He misses you by millimetres.

Thor sees this from the doorway as he finishes dealing with the agents in the hall, tossing an unconscious man to one side, and storms into the room to help you; blue lightning sparking from his hammer. He’s breath-taking to watch.

Thor snarls and hurls Mjolnir at the man who had shot at you. It collides with his chest and slams him backwards into the front of another filing cabinet, on the far wall. The metal drawers crumple around his body.  

There are only two of them left now, both hiding behind another overturned desk, opposite yours. You’re pretty sure only one of them is armed. The gun fire has paused and you can hear them whispering in frantic Russian from across the room.

You look over your shoulder at Thor.

“How’d you wanna do this?” You ask him, gesturing with your head towards the closed door behind where the agents are hiding. He glances down at you then towards the door with a look of consideration; but before he can answer, one of the remaining men leans around the right side of the desk and shoots at you.

You return fire, dipping back behind cover as you avoid his bullets. You barely notice as Thor calls Mjolnir back to him. He hesitates, crouched (as best as his huge frame can be) behind you, waiting to see if you’ll need him.

The other man, another lab technician by the looks of him, makes a dash towards the door behind them, a manila folder clutched under his arm as he frantically mashes his security card against the electronic pad on the wall.

Thinking quickly, you switch targets, shooting out his knees just as he manages to unlock the doors. He falls to the ground, groaning in pain.

Covering you whilst you take down the lab technician, Thor throws his hammer at the last Hydra agent, who is still firing at the pair of you, and it smashes obediently into him. Thor holds out his arm again for it to return to him and, with a metallic ‘whoosh,’ Mjolnir whips past you, into his hand. It reminds you of how this whole silly game had started.

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It was still quite early on in your training and you were accompanying Clint, Nat and Sam on what was expected to be a simple take-down of an illegal arms dealership in Pakistan. Thor had also insisted on tagging along. Although this was probably too small a job for The God of Thunder, who could easily take down the whole depot single-handed, you knew he was just looking for an excuse to get out of the compound.

Since his break up with Jane, Thor had been around the Avengers compound a lot more and was helping wherever he could in order to keep himself busy; not that anyone was complaining, least of all you.

As the newest member of the Avengers, you were desperate to get as much experience in the field as possible, so you and Thor always seemed to be on missions together; and sometimes it was just the two of you.

You had become fond of Thor over the past few months, having spent so much time in his company; and you were starting to develop a bit of a crush on him.

So, although there would be more of you going on this mission than was entirely necessary, you didn’t mind at all.

It was lucky that Thor had been with you that day, because the base had been a lot more heavily guarded then you had originally thought.

“There’s at least six more hostiles in the room below you, Y/N. All armed,” Sam informed you through your ear piece as he soared around the perimeter of the building. “There’s a stairwell through the door on your left.”

“Thor,” You shouted to him as you wrestled with a man in khaki cargo pants and a black vest, both of you clutching at the same gun; you, trying to prise it out of his grasp before he could use it. “We need to head down!”

Thor nodded at your instruction, slamming his hammer into the chest of a man who had been aiming a gun at him. Behind him, another man, who had scaled a stack of crates, leapt down onto Thor’s shoulders. Thor let out a crazed growl, shaking the man from his back and into the pile of crates he had just jumped from, causing the whole lot to tumble; crushing yet another man in an avalanche of splintered wood and limbs.

So far, the raid had not been going to plan, at all. You had been really looking forward to taking charge on this one, proving to Thor and the rest of the team that you could handle the responsibility; but from the minute Sam had dropped you off on the roof, you’d been outnumbered and under prepared. You knew you’d let yourself be lulled into a false sense of security the second Thor had announced he was coming on the mission too.

They’ll be loads of us, you had thought, It’ll be a nice chance to spend some more time with Thor- it’s gonna be a walk in the park…

How wrong you’d been. You’d already lost the gun that Tony had had specially made for you- as a ‘well-done’ for making the team- whilst fighting your way through the top floor.

And there you were, struggling with one guy, whilst Thor had just taken on three, singlehandedly, as if they were nothing.

You continued to grapple for the gun when a bullet whizzed past your right arm from across the room, embedding itself in the wall behind you. Before you could do anything about it, Thor had sent a bolt of lightning into the back of the culprit’s skull, the air around him crackling with electricity. He’d obviously forgotten Steve’s very clear instruction to neutralise only, unless entirely necessary. The gunman fell motionless to the floor, blackened skin, crackling.

You let out a frustrated growl as you managed to yank the automatic from the man’s hands and butted him hard in the nose with the handle; knocking him out cold.

You glanced around at the bodies littering the floor then allowed yourself to double over, leaning with one hand on a crate, panting from the effort of your struggle.

You had been fighting with the same guy for so long that Thor had already cleared out the rest of the room before you had chance to properly get involved. You knew you shouldn’t be annoyed at him for that, but it didn’t lessen your frustration.

You’d come a long way in the short time you’d been with the Avengers and knew that you were obviously good enough to be on the team or you wouldn’t have been there, but it was difficult to remember that sometimes. Especially in times like this.

You were vaguely aware that Thor was watching you as he crossed the room, with a crease in his brow, as though he had heard your thoughts.

“I had it covered,” you said frustratedly as he came to a stop beside you.

“And I’m supposed to let you have all the fun?” he chuckled, good-naturedly. He took in your expression and, after a beat of silence, said more seriously, “You can’t always take everyone on by yourself.” It sounded like he was chastising you, the way you would a child that had eaten too many cookies- ‘You can’t have them all; you have to save some for other people.’

“You did,” you bit back.

“Y/N, our abilities are very different.” He sighed. “For us to work effectively as a team, you must learn to let others play to their strengths.”

You perched yourself on the edge of a crate, still sulking, so he continued.

“There is no shame in needing to rely on your team. That is what they are there for,” he paused, his expression softening as he dipped his head slightly to catch your eye, “What I am here for.”

You felt your cheeks heating up and guiltily dropped your eyes to stare at his feet, trying to avoid his gaze. He raised his hand to your chin and tilted your face so that you were looking at him. You could feel the lingering buzz of electricity in his touch, making the skin where he was touching you tingle. “You put far too much pressure on yourself. You do not need to prove yourself, least of all to me.” He moved the hand that was cupping your chin down to rest on your shoulder; only then did you realise how close you were both standing.

You tried to force yourself to focus on his words, rather than the heat of his hand, still on your shoulder.

You knew he was right, of course, as Thor so often is. You always put too much pressure on yourself.

You must have been frowning up at him or something, because he was prompted to add, “Stop taking everything so seriously,” giving your shoulder a small shake. He smiled, to show he was only joking, and then he released you.

You watched, finding yourself still at a loss for words, as he started heading towards the stairs Sam had mentioned earlier.

You stood up suddenly, remembering you were in the middle of a mission; this was no time to be feeling sorry for yourself. However, you couldn’t help but let out a small huff as you followed him. I do not take things too seriously, you thought.

Just then, your ear piece crackled into life again; Sam bringing yet more bad news.

“Hey guys, looks like they got bored of waiting; they’re on their way up to you.”

“Ugh, great,” you grumbled, picking up the gun you had been wrestling for earlier. “Got it. Thanks, Wilson. You hear that, Thor? We’ve got incoming.”

You could already hear the sound of large, heavily booted feet approaching from the stairwell, as you raced across the room at full speed, overtaking Thor and ducking behind the pile of toppled crates, facing the doorway. I am so done with this day, you thought resentfully to yourself.

You glanced over your shoulder at Thor; he was hesitating behind you, poised ready with Mjolnir. “It’s your call,” his deep voice rumbled through your headset. He was trying to appease you.

You knew it had been wrong of you to get annoyed at him for doing his job. He was right; you couldn’t expect others to hold back during a fight just to spare your feelings. You had plenty of time to finish honing your skills and improving your technique during training sessions with Nat; team work should be more important when on mission.

Now was the perfect time to show Thor that you had taken on board what he had said. You would let him do what he does best, and wipe out the enemy with one easy swing of his hammer. Then you could go home and be done with this god awful mission. Win win.

But before you could communicate that to him, the men from the lower floor burst through the doorway at the top of the stairs, each holding a gun strapped over their shoulder.

Thinking fast, (or possibly not thinking at all) you leapt out from behind the crate, hands held up in front of you, and yelled, “Stop!”

They faltered, caught off guard by your command. You could see a couple of men at the back of the group stumble into each other, as the rest came abruptly to a halt in front of them.

Perhaps if it had been Hydra agents you had been dealing with, they would have shot at you without a moment’s hesitation; but these men all stopped, looking uncertainly from one to the other, hands frozen on their guns, as though they were trying to decide if you were a civilian.

Then a thought popped into your head. It was too perfect not to say it.

“Hammer Time!” You spoke into your comms, but loud enough so that everyone in the room would hear it.

The words left your mouth with a smug little smirk. As far as improvisation goes, you thought that was pretty funny. You’re not sure what made you do it; perhaps it’s true what they say, that people do strange things when under pressure.

But Thor obviously didn’t get the reference- why would he, he’s Asgardian- because he was looking around expectantly, clearly waiting for something to happen. You sighed inwardly.

“Thor,” you said, exasperated, “Throw the hammer.” You gestured at Mjolnir, feeling stupid. You forget sometimes that he doesn’t always understand ‘Midgardian humour,’ as he puts it.

“Ohhh,” he said, glancing down at Mjolnir and back up to you with a sudden understanding, then hurled the hammer towards the group of men. It whipped past you, sending your hair fluttering around your face.

One of the men gripped his gun, as if with the afterthought to shoot at you, but the hammer smacked into him, knocking him and the other men back out into the corridor and down the stairs.

There was a moment filled with the thudding sounds of bodies falling down a flight of steps and then a chorus of muffled groans that floated up from the bottom of the stair well.

“Er, thanks,” you said to Thor as he walked forward to stand next to you.

Something in the way he looked at you made you think that he understood the layers of meaning behind your thanks, without you having to vocalise it.

You were awkwardly playing with the strap of your stolen gun, really hoping he wouldn’t mention what had just happened.

He smiled and gave your shoulder a small squeeze in response then went back to examine the unconscious gunmen, without speaking.

Peering over the railings of the stairs, you looked down to see the motionless tangle of bodies in a pile at the bottom.

Then a sudden, harsh burst of laughter came through your earpiece, causing you to jump in surprise and the comms to crackle with static. It took a moment for you to place that it was Sam.

“Woooh,” he let out one final hoot of a laugh, “uh, sorry,” he coughed, trying to compose himself. “Back up has arrived. All hostiles have been neutralised and are being… are being detained,” he stumbled around another muffled laugh. “Nat’s coordinating seizing all the fire arms now. You guys better make your way back up to the roof; I’ll give you a lift down from there, Y/N,” he said, poorly concealing the teasing edge to his voice.

“No thanks, Wilson,” you grumbled in response, “I’ll take the stairs down.”

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When you climbed back onto the quin jet afterwards, feeling exhausted from the mission and annoyed about making a fool of yourself in front of Thor, Natasha clapped you on the shoulder.

“Nice bit, MC Hammer. Real smooth,” she said, adding the last bit with a knowing smirk.

You could feel Thor watching the pair of you as he, too, climbed aboard.

Natasha laughed and passed you, moving to the front of the jet with the others. You heard Sam saying “Can’t touch this,” jokingly to Clint as they went and they both dissolved into laughter. Of course, they all must have heard you through your headset. Sam’s laughter earlier suddenly made much more sense.

“Ugh,” you sighed and took your seat in the back, opposite Thor.

“Who is Emsie Hammer?” he asked you as you strapped yourself in. You shook your head playfully, smirking at his mispronunciation, but didn’t correct him.

“He’s a… recording artist,” you tried to explain. “He makes hip hop music,” you added, seeing Thor’s blank look. “I’ll just show you,” you said, taking out your phone and opening the YouTube App. You pulled up a clip of ‘Can’t Touch This’ and leaned over the gap between your seats, showing him the phone.

“What is wrong with his pants?” asked Thor, looking up from the video briefly to catch your eye, then turned his gaze back to the screen, intrigued.

“It was the ‘80s,” you said with a shrug, “Everyone dressed like that.”

When it got to the part where he says ‘Hammer Time,’ Thor suddenly let out a bellowing laugh. It made you jump, looking up at him with startled eyes.

“I get it!” He boomed at you, “Hammer time- because I have a hammer!” he gestured to Mjolnir, propped beside his seat, as he continued to chuckle loudly. “That’s very funny!”

You felt your cheeks heat up again as you laughed lightly along with him, glad he finally got your joke, but still feeling like a bit of a fool.

You caught a movement in the corner of your eye and saw Natasha grinning at you over her shoulder from where she was flying the jet. You ignored her and turned your attention back to Thor as he handed your phone back to you. Nat resumed her conversation with Sam and Clint as if she’d never turned around.

“You know, it really surprised those guards. You screaming ‘stop’ at them, I mean,” Thor said, a smile lingering on his lips as he looked at you. “Maybe we should use that tactic from now on,” he suggested, with a chuckle.

You laughed at the thought to start with, but then you considered it properly. You’d heard worse suggestions, and, from your experience, surprise tactics were among the most effective; given the right circumstances.

“That might actually not be a bad idea,” you said, genuinely.

Thor looked at you with a hint of confusion, but you were quick to explain yourself, “It worked today, didn’t it? Granted, it might not always be appropriate, but, you know…” you continued, thinking aloud now, “we could have a bit of fun with this; make a wager or something?” His interest seemed to pique at that. “After all, you did tell me to stop taking things so seriously,” you reminded him with a smirk.

“That, I did,” he agreed, “OK… what do you suggest?”

“How about, most surprising entrance wins?” You were expecting him to say that he had only been joking and that it would be unwise to take such risks during missions; but you could see a faint twinkle in his blue eyes.

“But what will be the prize?” He asked you.

You both thought for a moment.

“How about,” Thor began, unable to hide the grin that was breaking across his lips, “If I win, you go on a date with me?”

You weren’t aware of how quiet Clint, Sam and Natasha had suddenly gone; with the fluttering that was happening in your stomach and the heat that had crept up the sides of your face and neck.

You had considered the thought of something romantic happening between you and Thor, of course you had; you’re only human. But you’d never taken those thoughts seriously, despite your growing feelings for him. He’s the God of Thunder, after all; why would he bother with a mere mortal? But then, you had said to yourself, he bothered with Jane; why not you?

“Ok,” you had said, suddenly feeling confident, “But if I win, you go on a date with me.”

He had laughed at that. “Win, win, wouldn’t you say?

“Ah yes, but, loser pays,” you said with a smirk.

That mission had certainly ended a lot better than it had started.

Since then, the pair of you had come up with such classics as, “Knock, knock,” “Who’s there?” “My Boot”- that was the time Thor had kicked down a door onto an unsuspecting Hydra agent.

And then there was the time you’d slid down the banister of a flight of stairs, childishly giggling “WHEEEEEEEE!” as you went, and knocked down three men who were running up them towards you. You and Thor had stood and laughed as you watched them tumble comically like surprised dominoes, one into the other, back down at least ten steps.

And you’d both been getting progressively sillier with your suggestions.

Thor looks at you now, a boyish twinkle in his eyes, and says two words.

“‘Get Help.’”

“Wait, what?” you ask him, as you step over the bodies of the fallen Hydra agents, peppered with bullet holes of your own making.

“‘Get Help.’” He repeats. “Loki and I used to do it all the time when we were children. It’s when you-”

You shake your head, laughing. “I know what ‘Get Help’ is,” you say, cutting him off. “I’m just surprised you know that, but you didn’t know ‘Hammer time.’”

You come to a stop in front of the door and pick up the file that the male lab technician had been trying to escape with and store it in the satchel slung over your shoulder, where you keep your emergency med kit. Whatever’s inside it, it was worth risking his life for; so you figure it’ll probably be useful.

“You ready?” he asks you.

“Yeah, alright, but can I please be the injured one?” you ask, sliding your gun into the holster strapped to your thigh.

Thor smiles at you. “Of course.” He pauses for a moment, thinking of something. “You’re more fun than Loki, he always used to complain.” He’s still smiling, but you notice a dull sadness that settles behind his eyes at the mention of his brother’s name.

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“Get help! Please, get help; my girlfriend is dying!” Thor shouts dramatically, as he kicks the door open. Your stomach does a little flip as you register that he just called you his ‘girlfriend,’ but you try not to think anything of it. His left hand clings to your waist, your right arm draped over his shoulders as he all but lifts you against his left side. You hang limply in his grasp with your eyes closed, waiting for your cue. If you weren’t so focused on the current situation, you might have had more trouble ignoring his touch. You’d never been this physically close to him before.

Hydra agents run round the corner at the commotion and through slitted eyes you see them falter as they take in Thor holding your apparently lifeless body. They look at each other for a mere second then aim their guns. At this, Thor hurls you, unexpectedly, at the men. Going with it, you make yourself as long as possible, spinning in mid-air as you’re flung towards them. You smack into all three of them, knocking them to the ground. You go into a forward roll as you make contact with the floor, landing deftly behind them in a very Natasha Romanoff way; crouched on one knee, with your right hand on the floor between your legs and your left arm out to the side to steady you.

You look up at Thor.

“Did you really have to throw me?”

“I thought you said you knew how to do ‘Get Help?’” He says amusedly. “That’s how Loki and I always used to do it.”

“That might be why he didn’t like it!” you laugh, a little louder than you mean to. “You know, as much as I hate to admit it, I think this one puts you in the lead,” you say as Thor helps you to your feet.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Thor muses, “The time you lead us in that line; what’s it called? The… Conga? That was pretty good,” He remembers, with a smile. It had been good, and was the only time you’d managed to convince any of the other Avengers to join in; Steve had been very reluctant, complaining about how you and Thor’s little wager was ‘getting out of hand.’

Just then, Steve’s voice comes on over your earpieces, “Hey guys, sorry to interrupt, but you think you could just call it quits and go on that date, already? Natasha is driving me crazy here.” You hear something that sounds a lot like Nat hitting him and then he laughs, “Aah, ok, ow!”

You both chuckle and Thor rubs the back of his neck with his right hand, looking nervous, which is unusual for him.

“Ok,” you say to Thor with a shrug, trying to sound nonchalant, as your heart beats rapidly inside your chest, “But next time we do ‘Get Help’, I get to throw you.”

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A Thousand Miles From Nowhere

See, the farmer’s market meant Calum Hood. Ever since Y/N’s family had been going there, he’d been there too - they’d gone to different schools, growing up, but on Saturday mornings they were always in parallel to sell rhubarb and cabbage to tourists. They’d always traded small smiles across the market while their parents weren’t looking - now that they were older and out of their moody teen phases, they’d talk about the weather sometimes. Y/N didn’t expect much to come out of it, but god, she could listen to him talk about the spring rain patterns for hours. 

@seedless-vascular asked me very nicely to write her a farm!calum fic and I had to oblige! It’s pretty slow burn but the next and final part should be up within a week or so! I took the title from the Dwight Yoakam song because I honestly haven’t listened to country since middle school I’m so sorry 

“Are you wearing that?”

Y/N stopped, and then instantly regretted it as the egg cartons in her arms wobbled. Shit. “Wearing what?” She said, once they had stilled.

“That big sweater!”

“I mean, it’s gonna be cold out today.”

“Listen, girl, I don’t want to be reloading any of these eggs at the end of the day. It’s May, business is gonna be slow, you gotta put on something a little… showy.”

Y/N gave her grandmother a long look. “Showy?”

“Alluring.”

Y/N shook her head and delicately started loading the cartons into the milk crate. “I’m gonna come down with an alluring case of pneumonia, is what’s gonna happen, and then you’re gonna have no one to help you out.”

Her grandma gave her a little frown. “You’re no fun.” She said affectionately.

“And you’re trying to pimp me out. D’you wanna take this crate out to the truck? I’ll get the next two and then we should be good.” Y/N said, passing her grandma the milk crate. She was getting older, but she was tough as the gnarled tree left out in the field. Y/N was there to help, sure, but her grandma could look after herself.

“Don’t forget the mushrooms!”

That sounded about right. While she was off from school, grandma was gonna get as much work out of her as possible. “I’ll grab them, too. Get the dog in the truck, would ya?” She yelled at Nanny’s back.

Huffing out a breath, she stacked the crates carefully in her arms before heading out. The orange cat spotted her on the way out - with a little mewl, he twisted around her legs, but she managed to keep her balance. If she dropped this, their appearance at the first farmer’s market would be pretty sad.

And, well, she couldn’t have that.

See, the farmer’s market meant Calum Hood. Ever since Y/N’s family had been going there, he’d been there too - they’d gone to different schools, growing up, but on Saturday mornings they were always in parallel to sell rhubarb and cabbage to tourists. They’d always traded small smiles across the market while their parents weren’t looking - now that they were older and out of their moody teen phases, they’d talk about the weather sometimes. Y/N didn’t expect much to come out of it, but god, she could listen to him talk about the spring rain patterns for hours.

When they got there, it was early enough that Y/N didn’t have to take over for a tricky parking job. It was May, anyways, things were quiet. They wouldn’t be making big money until school was out and cottagers started coming down more consistently. Hamish, her grandmother’s dog, ducked out of the truck before she could grab his leash. “Hamish!” She yelled after him, but he wasn’t running towards the road, but weaving his way through the stalls. Ah, she’d let him. They didn’t need to tie him up just yet.

After grabbing the fold out table, she trudged along between the rows of stands that had already been set up. The Hood Family Farm stand was already mostly put together - Calum was already there, and she could see Hamish’s head popping up behind the basket of potatoes as he jumped to lick his face. He was laughing, she could see that much as she dropped the table on the grass. Well, at least now she didn’t have to try to figure out a way to talk to him. “I’m sorry about him.” She said, coming up to grab Hamish’s collar.

Calum smiled up at her as Hamish made another attempt to give him a kiss. “Nah, he’s alright. What’s his name again?”

“Hamish.”

“Good name.” Calum nodded, cupping Hamish’s goofy little face in his hands. The dog’s tail whipped into Y/N’s shins, he was so happy. “Good name for a good dog, right, buddy?” He said, then caught his collar, passing it into her grip. Their hands brushed for a second through Hamish’s fur. Y/N tried to pretend she hadn’t noticed it, but it almost jolted through her body. This was just the remnants of a childhood crush, she told herself.

But god was his smile like sunshine.

“Thanks.” She said, as her grandma arrived at Calum’s stall.

“Oh, it’s little Caylum! Look at you, running the stand.” Nanny said, picking up a potato and giving it a serious look. Y/N grinned at Calum; she did this every time, and they still didn’t know what she was looking for.

“Calum. Yeah, dad got to sleep in today.” He grinned, leaning on his table.

Nanny put the potato down. “Oh, so you’re taking over the farm, then? Big man.” She said, with eyebrows raised. Y/N had seen her do this before - it sounded like a joke meant to flatter, but the question was real.

Calum seemed to fall for it. “Yeah, ‘s lookin’ like it.” He said, giving that bright smile to her grandmother. It didn’t surprise Y/N that she looked so pleased to hear it.

“I’m gonna set up, actually, while you guys talk. We’ve got a tight fifteen before the market opens, so... D’you guys need eggs? I’ll save you some good ones.” She said to Calum, taking a step back with Hamish.

“Ah, yeah, actually, that’d be great. Thanks, Y/N.” He said. He turned his whole body towards her when he said it, jesus. Y/N had to get out of there before her knees gave out. She gave him a quick nod, then tugged Hamish along with her as she headed back to set up the stall.

She should have stayed to talk to him. Calum wasn’t an adult, after all, she had just graduated with a degree, she was just as accomplished as he. It was just those looks he gave her - somehow she was terrified of saying something stupid in front of him. Ugh. Maybe Mali would come home and run the stand instead and Y/N could just stare at her all summer instead.

She had her hands full after that - Nanny had a lot of catching up to do with the other stall owners, as she did every week. By now they both knew that she was sneaking out of work, but Y/N always asked about the news after, to politely pretend she was fooled. It was quiet at the market, as they had expected, but she wasn’t lonely. Aside from the serious cottagers, Hamish was lying by her feet, chewing on a tennis ball. Every so often he’d get a little too enthusiastic and the ball would spring out of his mouth, and he’d have to crawl to the end of his leash and look longingly at passersby until someone tossed it over to him. Y/N always acted a little embarrassed for the puppy’s sake, but really, he was good for business. Every so often someone would come over to tell her how beautiful he was, and eventually she’d find a way to sell them a carton of free-range eggs or some of the mushrooms.

“I told you to be more careful.” She told the dog as the ball bounced off again. Hamish looked up at her expectantly, tongue lolling out of his mouth. “Well, if I went and got it for you I’d be leaving the stand unsupervised, wouldn’t I? Shoulda thought of that before you started goofing around, huh, pal.” She looked around - things were pretty sparse. It looked like she’d have to get up and - Hamish jumped up, almost knocking the table over as he got to his feet. Y/N startled before she noticed that Calum hand scooped up the ball and was ready to throw it, looking at her as if for permission.

“You can go ahead! He can catch it.” She said, praying her voice hadn’t just raised an octave. Calum flashed his eyebrows at her before tossing the ball underhand at Hamish, who tripped on his own feet trying to catch it. He got it on the second bounce, at least, and as Y/N looked up to thank Cal for helping out - shit, he was right there, planting his hands on the table.

God, it was hot, the way he’d face her square on. “Thank you for helping my idiot dog.” Y/N said, once she had caught her breath.

“My pleasure. He’s a sweetheart.”

“You can keep him if you want, he’s tried to get into the mushrooms three times today.” Y/N said, reaching down to scratch her dog’s head. “Yeah, I’m talking about you.” She cooed, but when she glanced back up at Calum he was still looking at her.

“How long have you been in town?” He asked, tilting his head to the side.

“I got in… three nights ago? The B&B’s been kinda busy though so it’s nice to be out of the house for a little while.” You shrugged. It was common knowledge around the farmer’s market that your grandmother had been making a little extra cash running a bed and breakfast - but jesus, how were you thinking about your chores back home when there was Calum Hood in front of you? “How’ve you been, anyway? I see you here like every day of my life but we never get to talk. How’s your sister?”

Calum laughed. “Mali’s fine. Tryin’ to make it big in LA. She’s happy out there, I dunno. I -”

“Excuse me?”

You both looked. Some businessman was standing in front of Calum’s stand - big flashy watch on his wrist, impatience in his eyes. You were a little surprised Hamish didn’t start growling. “I’m trying to make a purchase?”

Calum gave you a stiff little smile before he turned around to help the man. “Sorry about that, what can I help you with?”

Y/N rolled her eyes a little. First asshole customer of the year.

The market ended up being a lot busier than she had expected; a bunch of locals ended up coming out, and she got to talk to her high school teachers and some old friends. Matt from high school was even working at the Waverly Stream Farms booth, and once Nanny had finally come back from making the rounds Y/N got to hang around him for a while and catch up. One of the stalls had a radio playing the local station, the same “80s, 90s, and whatever else” it had been playing since the day she was born. It felt right, to be back. Even in the cloudy weather, even with the wind blowing through your sweater, you were home, at least for a little while.

“Well, shall we start packing up, my dear?” Nanny sighed as she checked her watch. The market had officially closed ten minutes ago, but Y/N had taken care of a few stragglers.

“For sure. I’ll just give Cal his eggs before he forgets and then we can head.” Y/N said, picking the carton up from under her chair. Nanny didn’t say anything, which Y/N appreciated.

“Merry Christmas.” She announced, coming up to where he was putting the few spuds he hadn’t sold back into bags.

Calum looked up and gave her this massive smile. Over eggs. Y/N loved this guy. “Thanks, how much do I owe you?”

Y/N shook her head. “Don’t worry about it. No- half of them are the ones with weird wrinkly shells, we couldn’t really sell them.They taste fine, I had some this morning-”

“I’m sure they are.” Calum picked up the carton, weighed it in his hand. “Thanks, Y/N. I’ll tell mom and dad you say hi -”

“Oh, yeah, please. Duke too.”

“I will.” Calum said, glancing behind her for just a second. “And hey,” he added, “if you ever want to get out of the house I meet up with a couple of friends at McKeck’s on Thursdays. You should come down if your Nanny doesn’t need ya.”

Y/N felt her face get hot despite the wind. Calum had never talked to her like she had a life outside the market before - she had done the same, really, but - it was just kinda wow for it to happen. “Yeah, I’d - please, that would be great. I know Em just got back into town, too, I’ll bring her along if I can. What time do you guys meet around?”

“Seven thirty, usually.”

Y/N nodded, still smiling. It’s just a friend thing, she reminded herself. “Cool, I’ll see you then. Thanks for inviting me.”

He gave her a little nod as she started to step away. “Good to have you back, Y/L/N.”

“Good to be back!”

Y/N tried to keep focused on packing everything up after that, but it wasn’t easy. Excitement made her muscles feel a little lighter. Cal was probably packing up his own stand, she knew, but she couldn’t help wondering if he was watching. Friend thing friend thing friend thing. On her last trip out, she gave Calum a little wave, smiling happily when he returned it.

Maybe it was just a dumb childhood crush, but it felt really good to properly connect with him. Or maybe it wasn’t. Calum Hood had played hockey with some of her friends, he’d been at the afterparty for her prom out in the Stinson’s field - but she didn’t think he’d ever smiled at her quite like that.

Her grandma seemed to share her feelings. “Little Caylum’s grown up, hasn’t he?”

“I guess.”

“Let me tell you now, if I was - oh, forty years younger…”

A few years ago that would have shocked and appalled Y/N. But now? Nanny was gonna have to try harder than that if she wanted a reaction. “Try fifty.” She teased.

Her grandma gave her a glare that would have turned milk. Y/N just did a little smile until she rolled her eyes and focused back on the road. “Did you see those shoulders of his? Oh.”

“Yes, I saw them.” Y/N said placidly, giving Hamish’s head a little scratch.

“Next time you gotta wear those tiny shorts you’ve got. Get him to unload the truck.”

Y/N shook her head.

Thursday didn’t come soon enough.

I mean, didn’t Calum know there was practically a whole week between Saturday and Thursday? Why couldn’t he go out drinking on Monday nights instead? I mean, she knew why, but still. She hated waiting. And it wasn’t like she had anything else going on. Melanie, her best friend from high school, was staying in the city for some fancy internship. She hadn’t talked to Dylan or Rachel or the other Dylan for years, almost, no way was she gonna go hang out with them. And the Little brothers weren’t gonna be back in town for another two weeks. Plus there was so much work to be done - half the barn was collapsing, as always, so when she wasn’t cooking or doing laundry she was helping the handyman redo the walls of the stalls. There was something to be said for simple work and all but shit, there was a lot of it.

So Thursday was welcome.

Y/N got the truck for the night and picked up Emily before they got down to the pub. McKeck’s was pretty busy - it was the only place in town to get a drink, basically, so Y/N wasn’t surprised. Emily spotted the little group first. “You didn’t tell me the all the Australians were coming.” She said vaguely disapprovingly, before leading her over to the booth.

Ah. The Australians.

Calum had managed to find the only three other Australian families in the county to fall in with. He’d been practically inseparable from Ashton, Luke, and Michael all through school and house league and summer soccer. They could be rowdy when they got together, but they’d all gone to the school in the next town over, so she’d never really hung out with them in person. Anyway, there were only really three of them now.

“Y/N!” Luke yelled, announcing their approach. Calum and Ashton twisted in their seats. “Emily! I haven’t seen you in ages, not since you -”

“- taught you to skate, I remember. You were a disaster.” Emily said, sliding into the booth next to him. Y/N followed suit. She was across from Ashton, and she was trying really hard not to be disappointed about that.

“Can’t help it. It’s not in my blood.” Luke said, shaking his head. “Have you guys eaten? We’ve got nachos coming for the table.”

“That’s stupid, you barely have an accent now,” Emily objected.

“I’m gonna demolish those nachos while they’re not looking.” Y/N said, under their bickering. Calum snickered across the table. “What are you doing these days? How’s Lauren?”

“Lauren’s good. Julie’s gonna give her the china doll part in the Nutcracker this year, she’s so excited.” Y/N and Lauren had danced at the same studio in high school - they’d even been in a few dances together in the annual production of the Nutcracker. It was nice, to see the kids grow into the fancy tutus. “Me, I’m working at Curry Motors and doing some personal training at the new fitness place.”

Y/N had been away too long. They had a fitness place? “Oh, nice! Well, now you know I’m gonna call you when the Bobcat goes down.” She said instead. “‘S long as you’re any good.”

Ashton wagged his eyebrows at her. “I’m the best,” he said, and they both laughed.

“How’s your other Australian doing?” Y/N asked, looking between them.

“Mikey’s doing great, yeah. He’s still in the groupchat, he tries to keep in touch. We’re goin’ to his wedding next year.” Ashton said.

“He’s engaged?”

“Who’s engaged?” Emily asked, looking up from where she was yanking on one of Luke’s curls.

“Michael Clifford.” Y/N said, quietly, to catch her up.

Emily blinked. “Holy. To think I turned him down in grade 9. That could have been me,” she moaned mock-wistfully.

“It’s crazy to think what could have been, huh? Maybe if we had gotten our band off the ground in high school we coulda been living in LA with him.” Luke said. God, he was loud.

“Shit, I forgot about that. Are the videos still up on YouTube? Oh my god,” Y/N grabbed her phone. “What did you call yourself? Five Second Summer?”

“5 Seconds of Summer.” Calum said, reaching across the table for her phone. “And you’re not gonna - give it to me, I don’t want you seeing that. I was fourteen!”

“The ‘of’ is very important.” Luke added.

Y/N rolled her eyes. She felt too nervous to keep teasing him, so she put her phone down in her lap. She’d look up their old covers later. She had to see that. “Fine.” She said, like she wasn’t waiting for him to take his eyes off her so she could look it up. “But you better steal me a bottle of real fancy champagne from the reception.”

“Cross my heart.” Calum said, giving her a little smile. Y/N could have wrapped herself in it. “What about you? Big smart city girl. How much longer do you have at school?”

She took a sip of her beer. “I’m all gradumacated, man.”

Calum coughed. “Oh, already? Congrats!” Luke said, leaning around Emily to give his approval.

“Congratulations,” Calum echoed, looking almost shaken. Y/N made a note to investigate that later.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” In the meantime, she waved it off. This evening wasn’t supposed to be about her. “You guys have to tell me about that car theft that happened last week. Nanny tried to explain it but I’m pretty sure she’s either lying or crazy.”

“Nah, buddy, ‘s the craziest fuckin’ thing.” Luke said, almost elbowing Emily in the face as he attempted to get front and centre. “This kid was just walking around in town, right, it’s like six thirty in the morning, asscrack of dawn. Like, he’s a kid at the high school in town. Anyway…”

Y/N was, for the first time in ages, glad Luke was such a loudmouth. Under the cover of his noise, she could sneak glances at Calum. He’d been so surprised when he’d found out she was done with her degree. Where had that come from? They’d talked about school before, at the market. He knew what she was studying. He looked up from his beer, suddenly, and she focused back in on Luke so his eyes wouldn’t see the question in hers.

“...and so the homeowner sees him and gets in his other car and actually chases him down the road into the ditch and held him there until the cops showed up. Two cars before eight AM. Isn’t that crazy?”

Y/N blinked back to reality. “Jesus, and I thought Nanny was kidding.”

“Truth is stranger than fiction, doll.” Ashton said. Y/N would have kicked him in the shins for that in high school; thankfully, they hadn’t gone to the same one. And now she was an adult, so she just nodded and took another swig.

It would be too easy for her to fall into this, she mused. The hockey game was on - the Leafs were losing - the chicken fingers still came with celery and carrot sticks alongside the fries. And there was Calum, of course. She could make room in her week for this. She glanced away from the TV to find him looking back at her, giving her a little nod before he turned back to the conversation.

Maybe she could fall into that, too.

She’d had too much to drink, maybe. She’d better slow down. Y/N shook her head and launched herself into the current debate, if the town would or wouldn’t be getting a Tims in the next year.

Later on that night, as she paid her tab and packed up her things, Calum stood up, too. “Nah, I’ve got an early start tomorrow, boys.” He said to Ash and Luke’s protests. “I’ll see you next week.”

“C’mon, Em, your ride’s leaving.” Y/N hummed. Emily rolled her eyes, but she got up, too. Y/N didn’t really have to drive her over, but it was a habit left from high school. “It was nice to see you again, guys.”

“You too, Y/N! Welcome home.” Luke said as they headed out.

As they stepped into the dewy street, Calum asked her where the truck was parked. “Just across the street.” Y/N said, jerking her head at the parking lot.

He nodded. “I’ll walk you over.”

Y/N tried not to flutter when she heard that, but as Emily scoffed next to her she managed to keep her cool. “Crime rates gone up?” She said, sarcastic enough to make Em laugh a little in agreement. 

“Well, you heard Luke.” Calum grinned. She could see it in the light of the OPEN sign. “Two cars before eight AM.”

“I could kick your ass, Calum.” Emily said, rolling her eyes.

That seemed to change something. Calum took a step back, rubbed the back of his neck. “Alright, then. Have a good night, drive safe.”

“‘Promise.” Y/N said.

She was thinking about that for the rest of the night. While she dropped Emily off. While she drove down the highway home. Lying in bed that night, idly petting some cat that had crawled in, staring into the dark. Boys didn’t just try to walk girls to their cars, not girls who were their friends. Calum had never tried it, anyway. He had been trying to make a gesture.

Maybe. But maybe things had changed. She had been gone a while, after all.

Why did she even say that? Promise. Like she was trying to make a gesture, too. Gross.

Y/N rolled over and squeezed her eyes shut, ignoring the cat’s little noise of complaint. She had all summer, at least, to figure it out.

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Ghost, Chapter 1 - “I’ll Come Crashing”

A/N: Chapter inspired by the song "I'll Come Crashing" by A Giant Dog. I'm actually molding a playlist for this story on Spotify and I'll share the link as soon as it's ready. By the way, special thanks for @witchymarvelspacecase for being an amazing beta reader an helping me with my “not-that-good” english. <3

A/N, 2: HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!

Chapter summary: After a few days unconscious, the reader finds herself in a hospital bed and freaks out in a murderous way, until she finds out where she is.

Warnings (for the chapter): Violence, swearing and nudity. Oh, and light smut.

 Y/N: Your name Y/LN: Your last name.

Word count: 1,912

Upstate New York: A few days later

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

I took a deep breath as I tried to open my eyes. There was a bright light flashing that made me not want to open my eyes. I was feeling had an almost unbearable headache.

“Shit,” I thought to myself, “Did I die? Is this the Purgatory?”

I made my eyes open and let them adjust to the light above me, so I could look around: The room I was in had entirely glass walls, and I was all wired up with in a lot of hospital like care equipment; a heart rate and blood pressure monitor, and an IV in my arm pumping medicine into my veins.

I gathered the strength to pinch my left arm, just to check if I was really alive, and I thanked God for cheating death. Damn straight. I began to move carefully and sat on the edge of the hospital bed. The scratches that I had earned during my journey through the Amazonian rainforest, and the bullet wounds I had gained were entirely healed.

“How did my injuries heal that fast? More importantly of it all: where the Hell I am?” I thought.

That's when I saw a guard at the door of my room. He was armed and wore all the attire for a private security guard. I continued to look at my surroundings and my body trembled as I tried to get up. 

"Calm down, Y/N" I sighed while stretching my body, my muscles stopped trembling from the tension they held. "Calm the fuck down... now, what do I do?"

All I wore was one of those surgical gowns with a rear opening, my hair wasn't tied, but I found a black hair tie. The armed dude at the door held a machine gun and had a few more compartments on his gear that held a knife and a revolver. I smirked.

"Oh, here's what I'm gonna do..." I whispered under my breath while tieing my hair in a ponytail.

I limped to the door and opened it, catching the guard's attention. He was kinda cute.

"Hey, handsome." I gave him my best smile. He didn't look impressed. "I'm kinda bored inside this room and you might be bored here too, so... why not help each other out and do something that both of us will enjoy, huh?"

He kept looking at me and I made sure I gave him an innocent smile and showed off my left leg, which is entirely tattooed with flowers.

"I can't, Miss." he responded simply and I pouted.

"What a shame." I approached him and caressed his thigh, lightly touching his cock. "We could be, you know, useful to each other."

"But people could see us." He whispered and gestured with his head to the walls, but I continued and I guided one of his hands, so he could touch me.

"We'd give 'em a hell of a show, don't you think?" I made him touch my inner thighs and his lips curved into a smile. He pulled my body to his and I reached his belt to find a taser. I turned it on.

"What are yo-UGH" I gave him no time to ask as his body reacted to the shock, falling to the floor. I bent down so I could take his gun and a loaded cartridge.

I definitely have no space to take a machine gun with me, I thought. Unfortunately.

"Sorry sugar, nothing personal." I said. The man, whose surname was Payne, groaned in response. "You're super cute though, we should go out sometime."

I got up and began to find my way out of that building. Two guards tried to stop me when they saw me approaching holding a gun.

"Hey!" one of them screamed. With no second thoughts, I turned around, shot them both and began to run as quickly as my bum leg could manage to the next corridor.

"Oh, shit!" I said while running as an emergency horn started blaring through the speakers. A few guards almost caught up with me but man, I was quicker than they thought.

My right elbow hit the stomach of the dude closest to me and I kicked the other one on his left knee. I shot a third one who was running to me and, when I tried for a second shot, the gun clicked, the cartridge was empty.

"Oh, sweet Payne." I whispered while reloading the gun. "You're cute but dumb, never mind, I'm not gonna go out with you."

The guard I hit with my elbow attacked me again, holding my body against the wall. I couldn't help but smirk.

"Not gonna pay for a coffee first, sweetie?" I asked and hit his head with mine, before setting myself free and hitting his head against the wall.

Then, the one that I kicked in the knee came to me and I gave him another kick, in his stomach this time, so he hit the floor. And then I started to run again.

I had to leave that place as soon as possible, even though I could feel every inch of adrenaline coursing through my veins.

I ran and scared the hospital workers while I tried to get away.

"Hold her!" I heard someone shouting. I looked back and saw a few more guards running toward me. I ran on and found an Asian woman holding an iPad and wearing a medical coat. I pulled her to me, protecting my body.

"Who are you?" I asked her, touching her back with the gun.

She swallowed hard. "D-doctor Helen Cho." she answered trembling in fear. 

"Okay." I whispered. "Here's the thing, Doctor. I need you to take me to the best way out of this place, you hear me? Nod if you do."

She nodded. "Are you gon-"

"No, I'm not gonna kill you if that's what you're asking." I answered. "Just take me out of here."

"O-okay". She said and I pointed the gun to her head when I saw the guards approach. Helen took a deep breath.

"Come closer and she dies." I screamed and they stopped in their tracks. All of the workers were in a panic. "If you don't wanna see brains decorating your walls, don't make any fucking moves."

When I realized they took that threat seriously, I pulled the Doctor with me and took the gun off of her head as we began to walk.

"Where do we go now?" I asked her and she thought for a while. I sighed. "I don't have all day long."

"We go left." she answered and I pulled her so she'd lead the way. We entered a elevator and went a few floors down, so we were now in a lounge that looked like a big ass billionaire bar.

I wandered about that place, until I heard a manly voice.

"Cho, what are yo-" he said when I pointed the gun to her head. "Oh, shit!".

"Stay back." I said while I took the sight of five men and two women looking at the scene in shock. I pointed the gun to her head once again. "If you don't want her brains scattered to the floor, you better stay back!"

"You ain't doing that, Miss." I heard one of them, a tall, well built, and blond dude, speaking.

"You better not doubt me." I retorted.

"You're wearing a surgical gown." one of the women, a redhead, said matter of factly.

"I've done more with less clothes on." I said.

"I don't doubt it." a brunette man with tanned skin said. He was shorter than the other men in the room but I recognized him somehow. "By the way, I was waiting for you, Y/N Y/LN."

"How do you know my name?" I asked as I took the gun of Helen's head, who was definitely calmer than I was. As I waited for an answer, I took my time to whisper in her ear. "Go back to your job. I'm really sorry I had to do this."

"That's ok." She simply said and nodded as she left the room. "I know you've done worse."

What did she mean by that? I thought.

"First of all, you might know me, right?" the man asked.

"Vaguely" I looked more into his features, but my brain didn't give me any names. "I guess."

"Somebody who doesn't know you, Stark?" a black man asked with a smirk. "That's new."

"Shut your fucking face, Birdie." the Stark dude said. I was about to laugh when I realized who I was talking with.

"Language." the blond hunk pointed.

"Shut your face, Steve." a man with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes said and I also knew him.

"You're Tony Stark." I said in disbelief and with wide eyes. And then I looked to the man on his left, whom I knew as Lewis. "And you... I’ve done a few jobs for you."

"Damn straight, girl." he said and looked to the man who gave me jobs. "But his name isn't Lewis."

"I'm Clint Barton." he said. "But I'm known as Hawkeye."

I tried to process all the information. I was in a building in I-didn't-know-where, with the dude who owns Stark Industries and is goddamn Iron Man and with a dude who gave me jobs, whose name was apparently not Lewis, but Clint and he's motherfucking Hawkeye.

"Y-you're the Avengers." I stuttered in my own breath.

"I can tell she's surprised and scared at the same time." a woman, no, a girl with brown hair said, with an European accent.

"I'm not scared." I stated as I took a deep breath.

"No?" Tony gave me a questioning look.

"I can make you dance like a fucking Leprechaun if I want, Stark." I said when I pointed the gun to his feet. "And it's not even St. Patrick's Day."

I heard a few snickers and the team, except for Stark, broke the seriousness of the moment trying to supress their giggles.

"There's no need to make me brag about my dance moves, Y/N." He said when he understood what I meant. "I have a proposal for you."

"What kind of proposal?" I asked him.

"First of all" he began. "I assume you need some rest, food and clean clothes. We can talk about this later."

"You might be cold..." the man who Tony referred as Birdie, Falcon, said. "Wearing only this."

"No, not at all." I said and he shrugged.

"You need to cover yourself up." the blond dude, that I recognized as the Captain America, said.

"No, there's no need." I said politely.

"But you're only wearing a camisole..." he insisted and I sighed in annoyance.

I began to take that surgical gown off of my body, getting naked in front of them all. I suddenly regretted, that room was really freezing and my body was in chills.

"Is this a bother for you right now?" I asked. The poor man blushed and looked away. I looked to all the Avengers that watched the scene, nodded simply and turned around still holding the gun and started to walk.

"FRIDAY?" I heard Tony say.

"Yes, Mr. Stark?" the robot system answered.

"Show Mrs. Y/LN her new room." He commanded.

"Go to the elevator, Mrs. Y/LN." FRIDAY began to instruct and I did as I was told.

“Whatever Tony's proposal is, it might be interesting”. I began to think as a smile formed on my lips. “This is gonna be fun”

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[rreader]

If you do song requests, could you do an angsty one shot with any of the following please: Angel with a Shotgun inspired OR any of these au's unrequited love/bff/college/roommate/neighbor Bucky inspired by Girl Crush/Speak Now

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x ReaderFandom: MCUWarnings: very long and angsty

A/N: I’ve decided to go for the angel with a shotgun one, simply bc that song is amazeballs!!! hope you like it dear

                                                          *****

Theysay before you start a way, you better know what you’re fighting for.

Youwalked over to the huge window of your bedroom, your hand clutchingyour chest and tears welling up in your eyes when you saw the flameshigh over the city. The sky was torn open, aliens were floodingthrough what looked like a breach, bringing havoc and destruction.

Itreminded of you of what had happened in New York City.. only much, much worse this time.

Youopened up the window to the balcony and looked down, peoplescreaming, running for their lives.

Somethingyou should probably do as well.

Thebattle was currently downtown, but it wouldn’t be long till thesealiens would find their way to your part of the city.

Sowhy were you still here? Why didn’t you flee to a different country when the reports came in that this city would be attacked?

Theanswer to that question was a simple one.

BuckyBarnes.

Youjumped a little when you could feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. Youpulled it out and picked up.

“Jemma,are you alright?”

“I’mfine.. We’re at the new S.H.I.E.L.D. base. I’ve sent a team to pickyou up.”

Youclosed your eyes, but quickly opened them again when you could hearthe screams growing louder and soon after, the first Chitauri on thestreets below, killing everyone in their way.

Butbefore they could do more damage than they already had, arrows pierced through them. One by one,they fell to the ground and a moment later, Clint and Natasha wereaiding the civilians.

“Youknow I can’t do that,” you turned your head around to look at thepicture of Bucky and you on your nightstand, “I can’t let them dothis on their own. I can’t let him do this on his own.”

“No!No, no, no! (Y/N) you are not going to fight!”

“I’msorry, Jemma,” she wanted to protest, but you ended the call beforeshe could, then you took a deep breath and went back inside.

Wellbaby you are all that I adore, if love is what you need, a soldier Iwill be.

Youhad no superpowers like Wanda, nor did you have super-strength likeSteve, but you had worked for S.H.I.E.L.D for a couple of years andyou had been one of the best back then.

The reason you had ended your career before it had even began, was because they had already started calling you ‘the new Black Widow’. And while you loved Natasha with all your heart, you didn’t want to become like her. 

Often, she was cold and killed without mercy.

Something that you found yourself doing at one point as well.

And that was when you had decided to end your time with S.H.I.E.L.D and settle down. Not fight anymore. Not kill anymore.

But now.. Now you had to make sure that Bucky would make it out of this alive.

So you’d get ready for battle one last time.. For him.

Youquickly changed out of your clothes into something more appropriate,meaning a tight black leggings and top and your leather jacket.Probably not exactly an outfit that would shield you from any damage,but it’s not like you were prepared for this fight.

You simply had to make due with this.

Youtied the laces of your boots, then put your hair up in a ponytail soit’d be out of the way.

“Youcan do this,” you said to yourself in the mirror, “For Bucky.”

Afterone last, deep breath, you walked over to your closet and rummagedthrough it until you found the shotgun that you had used back in yourS.H.I.E.L.D days.

“Onelast time, old friend,” you grabbed all the shotgun shells you hadleft and made sure that the gun was loaded, before you walked out of thedoor, ready to fight beside Bucky.

I’man angel with a shotgun, fighting till the war’s won, I don’t care ifheaven won’t take me back.

“There’stoo many!” Steve said, his shield slicing through three Chitauri’sat once.

Hulkran past them, tramping on many of their enemies while doing so.

Natashaand Clint ran towards the other end of the city when the first oftheir enemies had run off, Tony, Rhodey, Vision, Sam and theGuardians were providing air support, Loki and Thor were currentlyfighting one of the big ones, now aided by Hulk, while Strange andWanda were trying their hardest to close the Breach.

Sothat left only Bucky, Steve, Peter and T'Challa, who were fighting thehorde of Chitauri that fell right from the breach.

Andwhile these four were incredibly skilled and capable of fighting, themasses of enemies that spawned from the breach was slowly but surelyoverwhelming them.

“Buck!Behind you!” Steve yelled out, getting ready to throw his shield atthe enemy behind his best friend, when the echo of a shotgun could beheard and a second later, the Chitauri fell to the floor.

Buckyturned around, his eyes widening when he saw his girlfriend, you, standingin front of him.

“Youcan be angry later,” you reloaded and shot the next Chitauri thatran towards you.

Buckyknew that you had worked with S.H.I.E.L.D before and he knew that youwere more than capable of looking out for yourself, but that didn’tmean that he was happy to see you here.

Hewanted you to be safe. Obviously.

Buthe also knew that there was no time and no use in trying to discussthis with you.

Suddenly,a purple flash of light erupted over their heads and a second later, thebreach was closed.

“Theydid it,” Peter said breathlessly.

“We’renot in the clear yet, people!” Steve reminded them, punching one ofthe Chitauri in the face.

I’llthrow away my faith babe, just to keep you save, don’t you knowyou’re everything I have.

Whileclosing the breach was a major success, it seemed to only make theChitauri more angry.

Theyfought dirtier than before, three against one, and the five of youhad trouble keeping them off of you.

Stevequickly jumped in front of you when you had to reload, then you shotthe two coming from behind.

Bothof your heads turned to Bucky, when he let out a scream of agony.

“No!”you shot off the heads the Chitauri that attacked him, then kneltdown next to him, a Chitauri sword in his stomach, “No,no, no!” you started to panic.

Youmight have been a S.H.I.E.L.D agent once and were trained in what todo in these situations, but they had always told you that the secondyou’re kneeling next to a partner, a friend, a loved one.. all ofthat training vanished..

Finally,you understood what they meant.

“Hey!You..-” you blasted the head of another Chitauri off when he wantedto attack you, “You need to stay with me, you hear me?! You can’tleave me, Buck!” your hands were drenched with his blood, but youdidn’t know whether to keep the sword in, or to pull it out.

Youneeded Strange! Now!

“Peter!”he quickly landed next to you, his eyes widening, when he saw Buckyin front of him, “I need you to stay with him! Keep him safe,alright? I need to find Strange!”

“No..-”Bucky wanted to protest, but he just coughed a lot of blood instead.

“I’llbe back, okay? It’ll all be alright, I promise,” you kissed hisforehead, “I love you.”

Thenyou got up, T'Challa running ahead, clearing a path for you.

Youweren’t sure where Strange and Wanda were exactly, so when you sawSam fly over your head you waved your arms like a crazy person untilhe landed next to you.

“(Y/N)?!The hell are you doing here?”

“Notime. I need to find Strange! Can you drop me off?”

“Uhm..yeah. Alright,” Sam was incredibly confused, but he put his armsunder yours and took off, flying you to where he last saw Strange.

Andindeed, he and Wanda were still fighting off a few stragglers.

Hedropped you off and took some of the Chitauri with him on the way,giving Strange and Wanda a short breather.

“(Y/N)?!”

“Iknow, I know, I shouldn’t be here,” you approached Strange, “I need you.Now.”

“We’rekind of busy here,” he did something with his fingers and a secondlater, you could hear the screams of Chitauri falling down the roof.

“It’sBucky. He’s hurt and I don’t know what to do and I need you to savehim and..-”

“Calmdown, (Y/N),” Wanda placed her hands on your cheeks, then turnedher head to face Strange, “Go. I’ll be fine on my own.”

“Yousure?”

“Mostof them are down there anyways. I can help the others from up here.”

Strangenodded and opened up a portal, grabbing your head.

“Focuson where you left him. If you do that, this will bring us right tohim.”

Younodded and closed your eyes, then you let him lead you through theportal and a second later, were in the middle of the Chitauri hordeagain.

Someof the others had joined up at this point and where helping.

Buckywas leaning against a wall, his breathing having slowed downimmensely, clearly trying to fight off death.

Yourushed to his side and pushed his damp hair out of his face.

“Ibrought Strange! He’s going to help you, okay? You’ll be okay!”then you turned your had to Strange, who was now kneeling besideBucky as well, inspecting the wound, “He’ll be alright, right Doc?”

“Ican only do so much here.”

“Thendo it!” you got up and reloaded your shotgun, aiming at theChitauri who were running your way, “I’ll make sure they don’tinterrupt.”

Andthat you did.

Youshot every single one of these bastards without mercy. You did not feel remorse. Not even in the slightest. You shot all of them without a second thought.

Makingsure that Bucky would survive was your priority now.

Andwhile it took hours and hours, left many of the Avengers injured andcountless of innocents dead, you all managed to defeat them.

The Chitauri were dead.

Andas soon as they were, Steve and you helped Bucky up and through theportal that Strange had opened that led them back to the compound.

“(Y/N)..,”Bucky whispered.

“Holdon, alright? You’ve almost made it, you hear me? Almost made it.”

Thesecond you appeared in the medical wing, nurses helped you to lay himdown.

Andwhile Stephen got ready for the surgery, you held his hand and smileddown at him.

“Whenyou wake up again, you’ll feel a lot better,” they injected theanesthesia, while you kissed his forehead.

“Miss,I need to ask you to leave,” the nurse placed her hand on yourupper arm and you nodded.

“Pleasesave him,” you were fighting back the tears that were threateningto roll down your cheeks again, took one final look at Bucky, thenjoined Steve outside.

Andas soon as the door behind you was closed, he held out his arms foryou and you started sobbing, clutching at his chest.

“Ican’t lose him, Steve.”

Hekissed the top of your head, tears shining in his own eyes, but notresponding, afraid that his voice might break.

Hewas as scared as you were of the possibility of losing Bucky onceagain.

Nowit was time to have faith in the Doctor.

                                                             ***

Thesurgery took hours.

Therest of the Avengers had come in at this point, some of them gettingstitched up, others sitting in the hallways, staring atthe walls, completely exhausted. Bothemotionally, as well as physically.

Youreyes were staring at the door leading to the operating room, yourhand holding Steve’s as tightly as you could.

Neitherof you had moved in what felt like days, both of you anxiouslyawaiting Strange exiting the room.

Andwhen he finally did, it didn’t even take a second before you wereface to face with him.

“Ishe alive?!”

Strangesighed, dark circles under his eyes.

“Barely.But he’ll make it.”

Youand Steve both let out a relieved breath you had been holding, yourhand coming up to your mouth to stop any sobs from coming out.

Steveput an arm around your shoulder and kissed your temple.

“He’lllive..,” you whispered, closing your eyes for a second, “He’lllive.”

[bangtan-spells]

Jimin Scenario: A Dream Come True.

Request:Can I request a scenario where the reader has a Jimin's fanclub and is invited to spend an entire day with him & he thinks she's different from the other girls bc she treats him like a normal person instead of a famous idol! And after that start to have interest in her! 🙈💜

Genre: Fluff.

You didn’t want to but you were biting your nails, and as you forced yourself to stop doing it you started biting your lips. The nerves were literally eating you as you waited for the page to be reloaded again as it had crashed fifteen minutes ago.

You had entered this contest on a hunch, hopeful, but somewhat already accepting you wouldn’t be the one winning it no matter how much you really wanted it. But had nonetheless because the possibility of having the opportunity of meeting him, no matter how small the chance, was worth the try. You thought you’d be calm just waiting for the results whatever those might be, but truth was you were on the edge of your chair wondering why the system had crashed and when were they going to fix it.

You breathed deeply as you saw the page loading again. The contest was really simple and truly it was something that depended more on luck than anything else as you just had to send a little letter with your description and why you loved Park Jimin, and in that aspect you were an expert because honestly, what was it to not love? You had a fan club of the guy, but not only because of how handsome Jimin was, but because he was an incredibly talented singer and dancer, a beautiful person who was aware of those around him and that reflected in his actions, he treated people well, and he had a smile hat could melt worlds and create new ones. That was how much you loved Jimin, as a fan, you knew you probably wouldn’t be involved with him ever, but just to know him and presence that smile from up close, talking to him, would be more than amazing. 

You scrolled down the flashy announcements, the winner had been chosen. Your heart jumped and you felt like throwing up and running, as the emotion was strong within you and then you read your name.

You were the winner, you had been the chosen one.

For a moment you didn’t do anything and just read your name and the tittle that said you had won over and over again, and then you jumped screaming and smiling like crazy, watching the big poster of Jimin that you had gotten at a fan meet some years ago.  You were going to meet him, finally. If dreams could really come true you guessed this was it.

The date that wouldn’t really be a date, but kind of, it would be you two having a whole day together but you didn’t know exactly what were you going to do so getting dressed was a bit troublesome, but since it was spring you guessed a pretty skirt and an elegant but still comfortable blouse would be good enough, you’d wear flats because with the nerves you’d sure fall in heels in front of Jimin and that you didn’t want. The day came, someone from Big Hit came to pick you up and you went there, you’d be meeting Jimin at the location. There was a woman explaining you some things you had to take into consideration because of this experience, like privacy and security matters, you tried hard to pay attention but you were a bit giddy, you weren’t worried about that as you knew you weren’t some crazy fan that would stalk him. For you a simple conversation and an iced coffee would do, you just wanted to finally get to know him.

-I’m glad you understand miss Y/N, this is just standard procedure, we really hope you enjoy your day, he’ll be waiting for you-

You had arrived to a coffee shop, smiling and bowing you said thanks to the woman before walking in, you didn’t have to look too much before you saw him.

Jimin was waiting sitting on the table but when he realized you were coming he stood up smiling and waving just before you were close enough to do the presentations. You realized then there were a little group of staff members so you wondered how exactly was this going to go, they had told you you were having a day with Jimin but maybe that included some staff as well.

-Hello, I’m Park Jimin- he bowed smiling. -It’s nice to finally meet you-

He said finally, like he had been the one waiting. You smiled at that, at how sweet he was. -I’m Y/N, It’s nice to meet you too-

-So how are you feeling today?-

You sighed happily. -Great I guess, I mean, I didn’t think I would be the one coming so, it’s great-

-So this was destiny then- he said making you and the staff laugh.

-Let’s take a picture of you together- a member of the staff said so you got closer to Jimin who very respectfully put a hand on your shoulder. -So Jimin we will pick you up soon, Y/N, enjoy your breakfast, we will be coming shortly- they said before leaving, so you would really be alone.

There were awkward smiles, both of you looking at each other not quite knowing what to do, until Jimin almost hit himself. 

-Let’s sit- he laughed. -I forget sometimes, I’m a bit lightheaded Y/N, so please forgive me-

You shook your head. -It’s alright-

Jimin was an easy going person, you knew that, but somehow talking to him made it seem like you were discovering it for real, like that fact had really come down to you as something you really enjoyed in a guy. His smile was really sweet as well, and he smiled quite a lot. The conversation ran easily, you were surprised at even yourself since you weren’t shy, but maybe you thought you would be a bit awkward or starstruck by him, but talking to him was really natural.

-You like iced coffee and vegan cakes, what else do you like?- he asked and he actually seemed interested to know.

-Well I like vegan food, although I’m not exactly vegan, but I enjoy it, so fruits are great, and eggplant with tomato sauce and oregano is like my weakness-

He chuckled. -That sounds great, really-

-Yes, and you can add cheese to it too, it’s delicious, really yummy-

-Yummy- he repeated with a giggle. -That sounds like a little girl-

You laughed but still felt a bit of a blush and Jimin kept smiling. -But I will note that to try it, I promise-

After the coffee shop you went to walk around Gagnam a little bit, it was early but the streets were full with people and this time there was staff following you to avoid any incident if people got a little crazy. You spoke about that too, how it was a bit sad them not able to enjoy places like they should just because people didn’t respect their privacy.

-Not all fans are like that, I swear-

Jimin nodded. -I know, it’s just precaution, but you don’t seem like that at all, actually you are laid down Y/N, nice and fun but calm, and you like BTS!-

-Yeah! exactly- you laughed.

-And I’m your bias- he said pulling at the flaps of his jacket in a comical proud way that made you laugh.

You were sure you were blushing hard, you had to many things in mind just seeing him and yet your brain could only come up with a simple answer, the truth -Yes you are-

You talked about music and your favorite artists aside BTS, you also talked about your favorite songs to which you were a bit shy to confess Lie was your favorite as it was his solo, but you also loved House of Cards and Blood Sweat and Tears. Jimin had gladly agreed to your choices and had made you laugh again saying he wasn't biased but Lie was his favorite too.

The breakfast had been more like a brunch, so you only grabbed something light around Gangnam, and then a staff picked you up again to your next destination. The BTS gallery that was opened recently but would be just temporary. It was great going there with Jimin as he gave his inside view to every single item, and gave you little anecdotes about the boys, saying Yoongi messed up constantly but wouldn’t admit or that everyone had to tone down Hoseok so all of them could follow the choreography.

You spent there quite a few hours and you were given a bag with gifts, special editions of the Season Greetings and Albums as well as some other goodies, you had to admit you already had most of it but you were gleeful and happy for the gift as these was were even more special.

After that you went to an arcade where you didn’t spend that much time but you still had fun, you weren’t good in all the games but Jimin wasn’t either so you had a good time, realizing how comfortable you were with each other even if you had just met.

For dinner you went to a pretty nice restaurant, not over the top fancy, but it showed it was trendy and good, so it was amazing to be able to go there with him. Just when you were sitting he did something and this time you were starstruck, lovestruck and everything that followed. He did his move with the hair. It had been odd him not doing it all day, like he had been saving it for last.

-What? I got something on my face?-

Beauty. You were about to respond. But you just shook your head and looked the other way to hide your blush. -This is pretty good place-

-The staff chose it, because I don’t know much places around since I don’t go out that often… If It were me I’d have chosen a chicken place- he laughed and you did so too.

-Chicken is amazing-

-It is, I love it although I can’t eat it fried-

You nodded understanding the diet issue but not bringing it up to not ruin the mood.

You ate hamburgers and god they were big and tasty. He took photos of the food and also of you, which made you blush again.

-I will keep it as a memory, if that’s ok-

You wanted to go hug him at how precious he was, you had a folder with far too many photos of him to be counted, and he was asking so respectfully for one of yours. Park Jimin was an angel.

-Of course-

It had been a great day overall, you had fun and you got to know how great Jimin was in person as he was what he showed to people and then more. You knew it hadn’t been a date and he had only gone out with you because of the contest but either way you knew it was a day you’d always remember.

-It was so nice meeting you Y/N, really, I wish the best for you- he said when he was dropping you off at your house with the rest of the staff.

-It was an honor, I will keep supporting BTS and you of course-

-I really hope so-

Jimin went to the dorm after that, the boys were already there as schedule had been light for the day. When they saw him getting in so smiley all of them gathered around asking how had it been.

-It was great-

-So she was cool?- Namjoon asked since they had previously talked about the fear of the fangirl being too intense.

-She’s… her name is Y/N and she’s totally different from what you’d think she is, she’s… she’s amazing girl, I’m kind of sad now-

All of them laughed and ruffled his hair to start teasing him.

-Didn’t you pick up her number? You know, from the sidelines?- Hoseok asked earning a reprobatory stare from Jin. -What? He likes her-

-I didn’t, I regret it though, I want to get to know her more-

-I’m not saying this because of anything but… she probably left her personal info at the page when he registered for the contest- Namjoon pointed out nonchalantly making the others tease Jimin more.

Jimin just laughed, shaking hands with Namjoon after the tip that he was going to take for sure.

[reidimagines]

Prompt #28 w/ Spencer

I know you didn’t ask for this, but I made it a crossover with Supernatural. It is a little bit longer because of that, but I hope you like it nonetheless. 

#28: “Go to Hell.” “Already been but thanks for the invite”

The BAU team had often seen you around cases, and it was soon they made a link. Yet, the wrong one. You saved their ass without them knowing it, and you got arrested. Not that you really cared, you would be free soon. 

You were glad when the seemingly youngest one (and cutest one) joined you in the room. 

“If I had known I would be interrogated by someone like you,” You began, leaning in with a grin. “I would have dug up my sexy underwear.” You winked. 

If he cared, he was good at hiding it. “What were you doing in the crime scene?” His voice was calm, but you knew that wouldn’t be the case for long. 

“Last time I checked, it was just a building with more houses.” You leaned back in the uncomfortable chair. “But if you really want to know, I was buying sex toys from an illegal dealer with one eye.” 

The agent, Dr. Spencer Reid, blinked a few times. “Right. What were you doing here,” he placed a picture of another crime scene on the table. “About two months ago.” 

“Honey, I live nearby.” 

“And here.” He placed a few other pictures on the table. “Or here, or here.” 

“As far as you know, I am rich and have more houses.” You smirked. 

“Can you explain why we can’t find anything under your name? Where is your ID?” He started losing his patience, which was horribly cute. 

“I’m not from here.” You leaned back forwards, shamelessly flirting with him. “But for you, I would consider staying another night.” 

Dr. Reid stood up, moving to the door. You guessed someone whispered something in his ear. “Bye, Dr. Reid.” You waved after him. 

You were alone, but knew every move was followed. You started humming a song, your teasing glare never leaving the ‘mirror’ in front of you. 

A darker skinned man came in, and your flirtatious smile crept back on your face. 

“Well hello, sexy beast.” You just didn’t know shame anymore. 

“We found your car.” even though that was hard to believe, your face fell for a second before you laughed. 

“How embarrassing. I haven’t cleaned her in a while.” You smiled. “Sorry you had to see that much dust on a black car. Probably a male pet peeve, am I right.” 

You had a black car, but you hoped he would think this was just a trick. However, he didn’t bite. 

“Can you tell me what you think we found?” You raised an eyebrow. “It can help you.” 

“Sweet cakes,” You leaned back. “You couldn’t have found my car. I’m not stupid.” 

“We aren’t, either.” 

“In that case, you should know that you can’t hold me without evidence.” You gave him a sympathetic smile. “And I think you have nothing except coincidence. That means I’ll be gone before sundown.” 

“We can hold you for 24 hours.” He reminded you. 

“Believe me when I say I’ll be home before that ends.” You winked and leaned back. 

You were right, an hour later you were on your way out. With a last wink pointed towards Dr. Reid, you glided through the doors. You didn’t hear how they shook their heads, annoyed that they couldn’t prove anything against you. 

When you jumped into your car, you were glad they hadn’t found the car. The weapons would be enough to put you in jail. 

You hoped it would be a while before you ran into them again, but it wasn’t. You never got what you wished for. You were on a job when the BAU decided to show up. 

And of course they had to walk by when you were just about to beak into the crime scene. 

You cursed under your breath before you dove into a bush. It was childish, but they almost knew too much. They would figure out that it wasn’t a person who killed the victim, but a spirit. 

It was sunset, and you wondered why they weren’t going back. The spirit would soon appear. 

“We should do one last check.” An older man said, gesturing for them to go inside. Even though you didn’t really liked them, you didn’t want them dead. You were ready to blow your cover, maybe hold them back, when you realized they were already inside. You rushed to the door, telling them to get out before a crazy spirit came. But the door blew too, and you knew that they were in the hands of the spirit. 

You groaned, turning around to go to your car, gathering as many weapons as your bag could carry. They would need some weapons, too. You took some iron knives and extra rock salt. 

Breaking the door open would be hard, but you had done it before. You got ready to kick the door open, which surprisingly worked. The door fell closed with a loud bang behind you. You didn’t saw the agents, you started looking for them.  

You didn’t make a sound, but they were also silent. You got thrown to the ground by q female figure. 

“Cassie?” You saw Agent Prentiss her black hair and smiled. 

“You can call me Y/N.” She pushed the woman off and stood up. “It’s not what you think, alright. put down your guns I’m here to save you.” 

“Is that why you brought guns?” Agent Morgan said. You rolled your eyes. 

“Obviously. You can’t kill it with a regular bullet.” Their guns didn’t lower. “Alright, listen up motherfuckers. You let me do my thing so you can all see daylight again or we all die.” 

“We can handle the unsub. Don’t worry.” 

“Oh, how do you kill a vengeful spirit?” You placed your hands on your hips. “Tell me.” 

“A ghost?” 

“I don’t like that word.” You glanced at Dr. Reid. “But if you will, yes. They are real. So are demons. Werewolves. Vamps.” You shrugged. “Besides, I couldn’t kill anyone with my bullets. It’s salt.” 

Spencer leaned down to check. “She’s telling the truth.”

“That doesn’t mean there is an actual ghost.” You rolled your eyes and walked to your bag, a gun was pointed at you again. 

“So you’re a ghost hunter?” 

“Oh please, I hunt more than just ghost. And you better put that gun away, mister.” You pointed towards Derek. “I am here to save your fucking ass.” 

He looked extremely annoyed with you. “Why can’t we kick the doors open? What’s going on?”

“Strange ghost power.” You took the salt out of your bag. “Move.” 

“What are you doing?” Someone asked. 

You sighed. “I can’t explain everything in one night, but here we go. Salt stops spirits.” You kept it short, drawing a big circle. 

“There, stay in the circle.” You pushed them in. “Don’t move. I’ll take care of the spirit.” You handed Derek and Emily a shotgun and some salt. “Don’t miss.” You grinned. 

“Wait!” Spencer called after you. “How are you going to stop him?”

“There is something in this house that is his connection. I salt and burn it and he’s gone.” 

“You can use us, right? I mean, we are profilers after all. It has to be something special to him?” 

You got curious and nodded. “Yes, his name is John Greenwall. He has been dead for six years. Killed by an axe, his brother lived here until he died. Now the Ross family is killed.” 

“It-It had to be something important to him, right? Like, a book or something?” You wondered why they believed you without seeing the ghost. Then it hit you: This was a distraction. It was too late, the blonde lady had thrown herself onto you. You didn’t want to hit her, but as she was straddling you, you had to kick her off. The other members had drawn their guns, but so had you. 

And for once the spirit had a good timing. He appeared to your left, Hotch noticing it first. He shot, but it didn’t matter. You loaded your shotgun and shot, the ghost vanishing. 

“Do you believe me now?” You pushed them back towards the circle. “In the circle!” You reloaded your gun. 

“Are you willing to help now?” 

Spencer seemed to be in deep thought. “I remember reading his brother’s file. A-a painting! He refused to give it away!” 

The spirit came back, and before you could shoot, Derek had. You grinned at him. 

“A painting. It’s possible. Okay, I do the attic, someone gotta look here.” 

JJ raised her hand. “Give me a gun. I will.” And so you left. You only ran into the spirit once. You didn’t find the painting. You ran back downstairs after hearing gunshots. However, you found JJ holding the painting. 

“We found it.” She breathed out with a faint smile. You grinned. 

“Alright, get back in the circle and make sure he won’t attack me.” You placed the painting in the middle of the room and salt and burned it. You held your breath. 

“I hope this worked because otherwise, we have a long night to go.” You were already quite tired. 

You tried to open the door, which worked. You sighed in relief. “Alright guys, case solved.” You gathered your weapons and smiled. “It was my pleasure, yet I hope I never run into you again.” 

That was a lie. Even though they almost shot you, they hadn’t. That was better than your last friends had done. 

Spencer Reid still had questions, and he was the first one to be outside, hoping to catch a glimpse of you. 

“So you’re just going to leave?” 

“What else am I supposed to do?” You smiled and pushed your bag in your car. “There are other people who need me.” 

“You aren’t even going to stay the night?” 

“Nope.” You wiggled your eyebrows. “Unless you want me to.” 

“Go to hell.” He chuckled. 

“Already been but thanks for the invite.” You answered. He didn’t know you were serious. 

“What if we run into a ghost again?”

“You know what to do. Salt also helps with demons, remember that.” You plopped down in you and rolled the window down. “If it’s bad enough you’ll see me again. And if that happens,” You smirked. “Then I’ll take you out for dinner.” 

You drove off, hoping you’d see them soon again, because then, you and Spencer would have dinner together. 

[slimcicle]

Hooked on a Feeling

One-shot

Jerome had never experienced love until he saw Y/N that night in an assault on a wedding.

With safe steps, a well-loaded shotgun and his even Arkham uniform, he began to accelerate his steps when his eyes saw too many people entering what appeared to be an event with too much money and of course, a good suit to wear.

“Excuse me, you need an invitation …” the man didn’t finish his words, the first bullet had already entered his head.

Everyone danced and the couple enjoyed drinking their champagne, everything was perfectly clear that for him it was nothing more than a waste of money in something that only lasted for months, absurd was what said jerome. With a quick movement had shot one of the servers passing in front of him, the man fell to the ground dropping all the glasses making everyone turn their eyes to Jerome who walked sure of himself with that smile marked on his face and even bigger.

“Wow, how convenient” he began to laugh, walking slowly pointing his gun at everyone on the ground, crouched in fear. “You, come here”

He pointed to a man, Jerome walked quickly to him and grabbed his tie, gave him a smile and shot him in the head.

“Sorry, I need a suit”

The sound of a cell phone ringing made his head turn from the others, you were trying to silence the cell phone but it was taken away by Jerome who now looked angry. You were shaking and he felt it, he could feel all your fear you got from him, it was a good feeling.

“Tell me pretty face, what did you do to end this…derision?” He leaned to where you were to stare at you.

“My … my sister brought me here, I don’t know anyone here” your eyes closed with fear, Jerome took your cheek giving it a little massage.

“I see, you have a good face for crime, have you considered killing them?” your eyes became big, you never thought about killing someone in your life, but the way he told you is like he will bring out a dark part inside you.

The sirens of the police were heard nearby, Jerome stopped pulling the body of the man he had killed moments ago.

“It was a good night people, my blessings to the couple, or not, addio” he laughed with the last words shooting at the couple and removing the suit the man ran out of the place.

you were still on the floor with tears in your eyes, the scare was still on you like drugs in your veins, you could not help remembering his eyes and the way he approached you was dangerously beautiful.

Jerome left the place with a good suit, was on his way for his friends, Jervis and Jonathan. He reload his shotgun walking calmly as if he weren’t wanted by the police, his hands still feel your delicate cheeks and the way it made you nervous, he was hooked on a feeling perhaps? like that song that he hear on the radius of the Arkham asylum? Strange, but that sensation made him laugh, maybe seeing you once again would not hurt, with a laugh he went away thinking about how he would do to find you.

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Addio it’s an Italian word that means goodbye.

I hope you like this shit I write, remember that I take request but only from Gotham for the moment lol

[niallsexyback]

Visitor from LA

Request - Could you possibly write a one shot where Y/N is at university in the U.K. and Niall has been spending lots of time in LA. Can it be when he's visiting her in her university apartment and they have to share a single bed and it's all cuddly and cute? 

Another boring day, another boring lecture. English, not a favorite. Writing was fine, it was just what the teacher made us write, or the books we were forced to read. Hating being told to do something, I procrastinated until the last minute. And on top of already have three other assignments, the teacher wanted us to analyze a collection of poems, nothing I wanted for my weekend.

Checking my phone, it would still be too early in Los Angeles. While he was writing, he’d regularly stay up late into the night. Meaning he would wake up late the next morning, which was fine, it just made it difficult for us to find time to speak to each other. And sometimes, like today, I really just wanted to hear his voice. But I guess I knew that when I started dating Niall. I knew the album was important to him, but he’d been gone almost two months, and every day felt like an eternity.

Sending him a quick message before driving home, asking for a call once he was awake. Not expecting him for several hours, I stopped for a coffee before arriving at my apartment.

Why was it the apartment never looked the same when I got home as how it did when I left? Oh right, that’s because my roommate made massive messes and then all but refused to ever do any amount of cleaning. Today there were all her dirty dishes still in the living room, along with her clothes throughout the house. Did she just walk around taking her clothes off and drop them as she went? I’d worry about that stuff later, right now I just want to get out of these jeans and into sweats.

After finding myself something to eat, I settled into the couch for a bit of TV and social media. Quickly though I threw my phone next to me after the seventh political post and more of my friends either getting married or having babies. Flopping my head back against the couch before shutting my eyes. Maybe I should just shut my social media down, there never seem to be anything good on them anyway.

Finally after moping another ten minutes, I stood and decided to get some work done. Grabbing the dirty dishes from around me, I carried them to the kitchen. Upon opening the dishwasher, I discovered my roommate had not unloaded the last load like I asked but instead was just taking things as she needed. So before I could wash her now dirty dishes I had to first unload the clean ones then reload it. Why was this so hard for her? She had told me she had a stay at home mom, but she clearly did everything for her. I not even sure she could make macaroni and cheese on her own. When I discovered she wasn’t buying any of her own groceries but rather eating my food, I told her our landlord had increased rent when he really didn’t. It was just so she would pay more for the food she was eating. I felt kind of bad about it at first, but Niall convinced me it was just being fair.

It was around eight when I heard my phone ringing. Quickly I ran for it, not wanting him to hang up. Clicking on the green button, I saw his smiling face pop up on the screen. “Hey petal, how are you?” He asked.

“I’m good. Did you just wake up?” His hair was clearly still a mess from sleeping, not yet done.

“Yeah, another late night of writing. Album’s coming alone though, can’t wait for you to hear it.”

“Me too, when do you think you’ll have it done?” He had told me when he left he was planning on finishing it before he’d come home.

“Not for a couple of months.”

“Oh.”

“What’s wrong?” His eyes were soft, worry filled.

“That just means you’ll be in LA for a couple of more month and I’m not going to see you.” I didn’t want them to, but I could feel the tears pooling.

“It’s okay baby. I know this is hard, it’s hard for me too. I miss seeing you and holding you and kissing you.”

“I miss you too Niall.”

“I’m sorry but I need to be going, I’m supposed to meet with a producer and discuss a song idea. I’ll call you when I get a chance.” I nodded. His eyes were apologetic as he ended the call. That’s how most of our calls went, short. Either I had to run off to school or he had a meeting with someone to get to.

We didn’t talk for several days, our schedules never lining up. The best I’d get was a good morning text or a new picture, but it was never the same as seeing him.

It was three days later on Friday when I finally received a call from him. “Hey babe! What are you doing?”

“Thinking I should do some laundry, but that means I’m stuck sitting down there for the next two hours so I can watch them.”

“Why do you need to watch them? Can’t you put them in and come back when they’re done?”

“That’s what I use to do until now because I think someone has been stealing my underwear.”

“What!” I could hear the angry tone in his voice, one that rarely ever came out. “How do you know?”

“I’m not for sure but I realized once that it seem like I was low on them but I had just done laundry so there should have been plenty. Then I started looking and I realized my favorite pair was missing. I looked everywhere, I even snuck into my roommate’s room but she didn’t have them either. So then I counted the number of pair I was washing and when I came back one pair was gone. So unless the machine is eating them, someone has been taking them.”

“I don’t want you washing your clothes down there anymore.”

“What am I supposed to do Niall? I need clean clothes and there’s nowhere else I can go.”

“I’ll figure something out.”

“What are you doing? It sounds like you have the radio on.”

“Oh, um, I’m in the car. We’re driving to get some food.”

“Okay.” His answer seemed suspicious. He stumbled through it and it was two in LA, he should have eaten lunch already knowing him, but I wasn’t going to question him.

After wasting the rest of my evening I decided to finally go to sleep. I had nothing better to do and it would get me to tomorrow faster. But who knows what I was going to do tomorrow either.

I was almost asleep when the doorbell rang, I ignored it but it rang again. It was probably another one of my roommate’s many men in her life. This was a common occurrence for them to show up late at night. I’m not sure if I’ve seen the same one twice. Tonight she was out with friends so I was planning on just turning them away.

Without even looking, I threw open the door. “She’s not here and you should know you are probably one of a dozen guys she’s currently talking to.”

“Who’s not here and I hope I’m not one of twelve?”

I recognized that voice. “Niall!”

“Hey baby.” He smiled. After all the video calls we had had over the last couple of months it was nice to see it in person.

Jumping into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist. “What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t coming back for a couple of months.” My face buried in his neck.

“Well you see there’s this girl that I like, and I knew she’s been missing me an awful lot so I decided to surprise her with a visit.”

“I did miss you.” He walked us inside, me still in his arms. He gently placed me on the ground so I could stand in front of him but my arms were still around his neck.

“I missed you too, so I’m skipping a few things just to spend the weekend with you.”

“This is amazing, thank you Niall.”

“It’s late, why don’t we go to bed and we can talk in the morning.” I nodded. “Show me the way.” He had only been at my apartment briefly when I was just starting to move my things in. Taking his hand I walked us down the hall and to the left towards my room. Thankfully I had done a small amount of cleaning earlier in the day, clearing some of the usual clutter. But I did forget I only had my small twin sized bed.

“I’m sorry I only have this bed. If you want to go to your house I understand,” I apologized.

“Nonsense, we’ll stay here. We can make this work. Guess we’ll have to get real close to each other.” He winked as he pull me towards the bed. He stopped long enough to pull his shirt over his head and dropped his pants, leaving him in just underwear. “Come on it’s going to be fine.”

He laid down first, me still unsure of this situation. Sensing my uneasiness, he opened his arms allowing me to slip in next to him. However with the lack of room I almost rolled out of the bed, but his strong arms held me close until he could situate us into a safer position. “See we fit,” he said.

“I’m not sure if this qualifies as fitting, I’m practically on top of you.”

“I though you said when you moved in that you were going to get a bigger bed?”

“I was until my roommate took the larger bedroom and a bigger bed wouldn’t have fit in here,” I explained.

“But your name is on the lease, you should have the bigger room.”

“It was just easier to let her have it instead of arguing.”

We laid there a while long, my head resting on his chest. His fingers running up and down my spine absent mindlessly.

His hands stopped, causing me to pick my head up to look at him. “Maybe tomorrow we will stay at mine.” I chuckled. “This bed is just a little too small and your elbow is digging into my ribs.”

“Sorry.” I quickly maneuvered so I was no longer causing him any pain. “Okay we’ll stay at your place tomorrow.”

When I woke the next morning, Niall was still out beside me. I’m sure he hadn’t fallen asleep long ago, knowing he was tossing and turning for much of the night. So I gently snuck my way out of bed and into the kitchen to start breakfast.

Not long after I started, I heard footsteps. Thinking they were Niall’s I looked up to see my roommate. She must have come home at some point in the night. Makeup still on her face, her hair a mess. She didn’t say anything but I could tell she was silently judging my actions.

Niall must have woken because noises could be heard coming from my room. “Who’s here?” She questioned me.

“My boyfriend.”

“Why is he here?”

“Because he came to see me last night and stayed over.”

“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.” We had never talked about Niall, never talked about much of anything for that matter.

“Well I do.” He walked into the kitchen with us. Her back was towards him so she didn’t know he was behind her.

“I didn’t say you could have him over.” Did she really just say that?

“Excuse me?”

“You should have asked me before bringing a guy into our apartment.”

“I don’t think she needs your approval for her boyfriend to come to her apartment,” Niall interjected as he came to stand next to me. “This is her apartment, you are just staying here.”

“What would have happened if I walked around naked or something and he saw me?”

“That hasn’t bothered you ever before, why would it start now?” I shot at her causing her to huff at me. “Never once have I complained about all the guys you bring over without asking. If you don’t like him being here you can surely move out if you’d like.” She was shocked. Never before had I stood up to her.

She stomped off to her room.

“I’m very proud of you baby.” He kissed my cheek. “But if she doesn’t move out and keep causing problems, or maybe you just want to get out of here, I like you to have this.” He held his hand out, offering me something.

“Is this what I think this is?”

“It’s a key to my place. That way if you need a quiet place to study, you can go over there and have the whole place to yourself. Or maybe you want to take a nice relaxing bath or have a big bed to sleep in, it’s available. And the washer and dryer are also there, I don’t want you washing your stuff downstairs anymore. I don’t want you sitting down there or worrying about someone taking your things.”

“Really?”

“Yeah I want the girl I love to be happy.”

“You love me?”

“Yes silly I love you.”

“I love you too Niall.”