Just Mel.

“You are damaged and broken and unhinged. But so are shooting stars and comets.” | INFP-T

[softlyspencer]

Every time I have to read "his MASSIVE clothes DWARFED your positively DIMINUTIVE frame" another piece of my fat lil soul shrivels up and dies lmao

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WHISPERED SECRETS Masterlist

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

INTERLUDE: The Flashbacks

Chapter Eight

Chapte Nine: The Epilogue

[chimchimsauce]

Ash and Cinder

Ever since YN’s father died, she’s been trapped in her childhood home by her scheming step mother and evil step sisters. When it’s announced that the crown prince is hosting a ball to find his future wife, all YN wishes is to see her childhood friend once again. But maybe he’s been closer than she previously thought …

The first thing YN feels when she wakes up in the morning is the persistent pain in her ribs. It makes her breath catch as she pushes herself upward, her hand bracing herself against the cold floor of her chambers. Chamber is too generous of a word to describe the cramped storage space in the basement where she resides. 

Once upon a time, YN slept peacefully every night in one of the luxurious bedrooms in the house above her. She was waited on affectionately by the staff and doted on by both of her parents. However, once her mother died, things went downhill fast. YN’s father, bless his soul, was never good at being alone. YN’s mother’s grave was still fresh when her father came back from one of his business trips with three women in tow - a new stepmother and two stepsisters. At first, YN was a little bitter that her father would betray her mother and so soon. They had always seemed to be so in love with each other that the sight of YN’s father embracing another woman felt so alien and wrong.

But YN swallowed any protests she had for her father’s sake. When YN’s mother died, her father was little more than a ghost who floated through the once lively hallways. YN would do anything for that smile of his to stay.

Happiness never lasts for long, though. It had scarcely been two years after his remarriage that YN’s father joined her late mother. His death had been odd and sudden. He was healthy as a horse a few months before his passing, but he had mysterious illnesses that tore him down until he was barely hanging onto life. In his last moments, he had requested to be left alone with YN.

The memory of his fragile hands holding hers, much too cold to be normal continued to haunt her. He had barely managed to request to be buried by his first wife before death took ahold of him. For a long while, YN stood by his bedside, refusing to believe that both of her parents had left her and so close together.

And while YN was overcome with grief and sadness, her stepfamily did not shed a single tear. All they were concerned with was the affairs of her father’s funds. After YN’s mother’s death, YN’s father, a once prominent merchant, fell into a working slump. He hardly went to sea anymore and thus began to drain their savings until practically nothing was left. 

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[joonbird]

Punch Drunk

➭ “Min Yoongi talks with his fists, and the only language he knows is one of anger and pain. He’s damaged, untouchable, a boxing underdog with something to prove. You are the sister of Yoongi’s rival - Jeon Jungkook, the number one elite boxer in your prefecture - and as Yoongi soon discovers, you are also his one and only weakness.”

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: boxer au, smut, angst

wordcount: 33k

❀ 6 / 8 of my oneshot requests ❀

** warnings: violence, descriptions of blood and injury, gambling references, heavy themes, mentions of death, drug references, slow burn, rough sex, breathplay, unprotected sex, cumplay, facial, light analplay, derogatory language during sex

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[fuckyesfeminist]

Average size mannequin with average size woman.

[powertripenterprises]

The problem, in one picture.

[doshicryptid]

I never realized until seeing this picture that my interpretation of an average size woman has become REALLY SKEWED oh my god I wanna cry

[foreignpussy-deactivated2015062]

best picture ive reblogged in a while.

[feminismandmedia]

I’ve been struggling with my body image recently because I’ve gained a lot more weight… and this is so helpful to me because I think my image has been skewed by a lot of mannequins in stores. 

[gramjams]

Boost the fuck out of this post. The fashion industry has a lot to answer for in making women feel so shitty about their bodies. Curves are beautiful ♥️

[alyssaforevermore]

Unearthed ↦ Daryl Dixon season one, part seven

Synopsis: Based on the events of The Walking Dead television series, Y/N Grimes, younger sister of Rick Grimes, attempts to survive in a world now inhabited by walkers. Family has always meant everything to her, but in this new world, can she keep her family safe and together?

Show: The Walking Dead (S1-S11)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Warnings: coarse language, violence, character deaths, drug and alcohol references, series spoilers and general The Walking Dead content warnings!

TW FOR SA AT THE END OF THIS CHAPTER!! This specific scene will be following material from the show and I tried to avoid details, but please take care of yourself and skip that final bit if needed.

Tags: @1ivinqdeadqir1 @callmeyn @thegeorgiahuntsman @mellxander1993 @bigbaldheadname @cjmonsterwolf @abbi23323 @actuallyklee @lanxsee @livingdeadblondequeen @sweetz1919 @moonmark98 @sarahbaker2010

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“Daryl, cover the back!” Shane commanded. “Everyone inside, now.”

You all pushed through the doors, entering a main lobby that was completely empty.

“Hello?” Rick called out, the sound of a gun cocking caught your attention.

An older man stood in the doorway, rifle in hand. “Anybody infected?”

“One of our group was. He didn’t make it.” Rick confessed.

“Why are you here?” The man asked. “What do you want?”

“A chance.”

“That's asking an awful lot these days.”

Rick nodded, shifting his feet. “I know.”

The man looked everyone over for a moment, letting out a sigh. “You all submit to a blood test. That’s the price of admission.”

Rick nodded. “We can do that.”

The man lowered his gun. “If you’ve got stuff to bring in, do it now. Once this door closes it stays closed.”

Already having all you needed, you followed the man towards an elevator. He swiped his access card and it opened, him ushering you all in ahead of him.

“VI, seal the main entrance. Kill the power up here.”

He pressed a button, the elevator kicking into gear with a small beep.

Rick held out his hand. “Rick Grimes.”

The man looked down at Rick’s hand before looking away. “Dr. Edwin Jenner.”

“Doctors always go around packing heat like that?” Daryl asked.

“There were plenty left lying around. I familiarized myself, but you all look harmless enough.” Dr. Jenner spoke, before looking down at Carl. “Except for you, I’ll have to keep an eye on you.”

Carl smiled, looking up at his mother.

The elevator came to a stop, the doors slowly creeping open. Dr. Jenner stepped off and you all followed close behind.

“Are we underground?” Carol asked.

Dr. Jenner looked at her. “Are you claustrophobic?”

She nodded. “A little bit.”

“Try not to think about it.” He responded, his tone cold.

You all came to a large dark room, Dr. Jenner asked “VI” to power on the lights. Then, he turned to you all. 

“Welcome to Zone Five.”

You looked around the room. “Where is everybody? The other doctors, the staff?”

“It’s just me here.”

“What about the person you were speaking with? VI?” Lori asked.

Dr. Jenner smiled. “VI, say hello to our guests. Tell them ‘welcome’.”

“Hello guests. Welcome.”

His face fell as he looked back at your group. “I’m all that’s left. I’m sorry.”

You didn’t want to push right away, but you couldn’t help but wonder where everyone else had gone. Did they leave? Did they die and turn? Was this place as safe as you’d all thought?

Dr. Jenner began taking blood from each person in your group. The last up was Andrea.

“What’s the point of this?” She asked. “If we were infected, we’d all be running a fever.”

“I’ve already broken every rule in the book by letting you in here.” Dr. Jenner responded. “At least let me be thorough.”

Andrea nodded. “Fair enough.”

When Dr. Jenner was finished taking her blood, Andrea stood up, her knees immediately giving out. You caught her before she could fall, Andrea slowly regaining her senses.

“Are you okay?” Jacqui asked.

Andrea nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Jacqui turned to Dr. Jenner. “She hasn’t eaten in days. None of us have.”

Looking between the members of your group, Dr. Jenner gave you a soft smile. “I think we can fix that.”

…

You sat at a large dining table with your group, laughing as your nephew took his first sip of wine. The boy recoiled, sticking out his tongue as he handed the glass to his mother.

“That’s disgusting.”

Lori smiled, pouring the wine into her own glass. “That’s my boy.”

“Well, just stick to soda pop there, bud.” Shane smiled.

Daryl pointed across the table. “Not you, Glenn.”

“What?”

“Keep drinking, little man. I want to see how red your face can get.”

Everyone continued to laugh and enjoy their first real meal in months. You couldn’t help but soak in the looks on their faces; you had begun to feel as though this kind of joy was impossible now.

Rick stood up, tapping his fork against his glass. “It seems to me we haven't thanked our host properly.”

“He’s more than just our host.” T-Dog gleamed.

Daryl held his glass in the air. “Here’s to you, Doc, booyah!”

You held out your glass for a moment, slowly bringing it back towards your lips and taking a sip. Across the table, you noticed Shane, his brows furrowed as he was slumped in his seat.

Shane cleared his throat, sitting up straight. “So when are you gonna tell us what the Hell happened here, Doc? All the other doctors that were supposed to be figuring out what happened, where are they?”

“Is this really the time for that?” You asked. “Can’t we just enjoy this moment?”

“Whoa, wait a second. This is why we’re here, right? This was Rick’s move—supposed to find all the answers.” Shane responded. “Instead we found him. Found one man, why?”

“Well, when things got bad, a lot of people just left,” Dr. Jenner explained. “Went off to be with their families. And when things got worse, when the military cordon got overrun, the rest bolted.”

“Every last one?”

“No, many couldn’t face walking out the door. They opted out. There was a rash of suicides. That was a bad time.”

“You didn’t leave.” Andrea whispered. “Why?”

“I just kept working, hoping to do some good.”

The room fell silent for what felt like forever, everyone taking in his words. If the members of the CDC had given up so soon, how were any of them to believe there was any hope?

“Dude,” Glenn spoke. “You are such a buzzkill.”

The rest of your meal was mostly spent in silence. Dr. Jenner then showed you to the dorms, everyone piling into their own rooms. He’d mentioned hot water, and you absolutely could not wait to have a shower. 

You placed your bag on the bed, unzipping it and removing a hair brush. That was one of the things you’d kept close since the world ended. You could still remember your mother brushing your hair after each bath when you were a little girl, a small comfort that meant the world to you, especially now.

Grabbing a change of clothes, you headed into the small bathroom of your dorm.

…

Later that evening, you decided to leave your dorm, wanting to visit the rec room. You hoped there might be some good books there; it had been weeks since you’d finished the last one you’d managed to bring with you to the quarry. 

You exited the room, your body instantly colliding with someone else's.

“Shit,” You mumbled, looking up. “I’m sorry.”

Daryl eyed you, opening his mouth to speak. He quickly closed it, taking a moment before finally deciding to respond. “It’s fine.”

“Is everyone else asleep already?”

He shrugged. “I haven’t seen anyone.”

You looked down, noticing a bottle of wine in his hands. He seemed to notice, letting out a sigh as he handed you the bottle.

“Thank you.” You smiled, taking a sip.

Daryl shifted his feet, his eyes locked on the floor. “What do you think about all this?”

You raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“Everyone abandoned this place.” Daryl spoke. “What does that tell you?”

“It tells me that he’s no closer to finding a cure than they were when the world went to shit.” You sighed, taking another sip before passing Daryl back the bottle. “Look, I’m thankful we have a place to sleep tonight, but I really don’t think we’re gonna get the answers we came here for.”

“You think we should’ve followed Shane’s plan?”

This question took you aback and you weren’t entirely sure how to answer it. In your head you felt this was a dead end, but you knew you’d have gone wherever Rick had wanted to go.

“I think it’s still an option.” You shrugged. “Sure, we’re low on gas but surely we can find some somewhere. Enough to get us all to Fort Benning. What do you think?”

Daryl looked confused. “What do I think?”

You nodded. “I mean, I know you probably still wonder where Merle could be. I know I would. If this place doesn’t work out how we wanted, would you come with us?”

There was a small silence between the two of you. “Maybe it’d be better if I didn’t.”

“Better for who?”

“In all this time I’ve been with this group, you’re the first person who’s asked where I stand.” Daryl confessed, taking a sip of the wine. “I think everyone would be better off if I just went to look for my brother.”

You couldn’t help but frown. “Like it or not, you’re one of us. You see things differently than we do, and sometimes, that’s a good thing. If you want to go, I won’t stop you, but I’d feel better if you stayed with us.”

A small smile crept across his face, though you could tell he was trying to hide it. “Even after this morning?” 

“You saved my life last night.” You responded. “I get where you were coming from with Jim. I think we all do. Sometimes it’s just not so easy, you know?”

Daryl nodded, handing you back the bottle. “I’m gon’ head to bed.”

You nodded, watching him as he slowly disappeared down the hall. There was a calmness falling over you. For the first time since you’d met Daryl, you were beginning to believe there was some good he was hiding beneath the surface. As much as you felt awful for thinking it, maybe he was better off without Merle around?

The sound of a door slamming shut down the hall caught your attention. You knew it came from the direction of the rec room, so you slowly made your way over. When you placed your hand on the doorknob, you began to hear faint whispers.

“I love you.” Shane spoke.

“No, you’re drunk.” You froze, Lori’s voice catching you off guard.

“And I know there were some things that say that you love me, too. Because there’s no way that you could’ve been with me the way that you were.”

You could feel your heart shattering into a million pieces. How had you missed this all this time? When did this even start? 

“Shane.” Lori spoke. “Shane!”

“Just, stop.” He continued. “You love me.”

“Get your hands off me.”

“I love you. There’s nobody here.”

“Stop it!”

With that, you swung the door open, just as Lori scratched Shane’s neck. He pulled away from her, taking a moment before looking behind him; right at you. The silence was deafening, a million different things running through each of your minds.

“I think you should go, Shane.” You finally choked out.

Shane looked back at Lori for a moment, taking a deep breath before pushing past you and out of the room.

Lori’s eyes locked on to yours, her eyes filled with tears as she searched for the words to say. She wasn’t sure how much you’d heard.

You looked back in the hallway, making sure Shane was out of sight before you closed the door. As you stepped towards Lori, she tensed up, trying her best to keep her eyes on you.

“Are you okay?” You whispered.

Lori stood there for a moment, letting her feelings sink in. “I-I think so.”

You nodded. “I’ll walk you back to your room.”

“Y/N-”

“Please, don’t.” You whispered. “We don’t have to talk about it right now.”

In that moment, Lori knew that you’d heard enough. As much as you wanted answers, your main focus was getting her safely back to her room.

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AN: I didn't exactly plan to include that scene, but writing this chapter just slowly took me in that direction. It also sets up a lot for season two, including Reader's feelings about Shane and her internal conflict over if/how she should tell Rick. I won't get into spoilers with those plans, but you'll see later. The final chapter of season one should be out later this week. If you'd like to request to be tagged in future chapters, you can do so here. Please be sure to like and reblog <3

[alyssaforevermore]

Unearthed ↦ Daryl Dixon season one, part six

Synopsis: Based on the events of The Walking Dead television series, Y/N Grimes, younger sister of Rick Grimes, attempts to survive in a world now inhabited by walkers. Family has always meant everything to her, but in this new world, can she keep her family safe and together?

Show: The Walking Dead (S1-S11)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Warnings: coarse language, violence, character deaths, drug and alcohol references, series spoilers and general The Walking Dead content warnings!

Tags: @1ivinqdeadqir1 @callmeyn @thegeorgiahuntsman @mellxander1993 @bigbaldheadname @cjmonsterwolf @abbi23323 @actuallyklee @lanxsee @livingdeadblondequeen @sweetz1919

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It had been a long night, everyone still alive within the camp working to clear the bodies lying around. You wiped a bead of sweat off your forehead, leaning down and stabbing one of your former camp members in the head. Dale had been kind enough to offer you a spare knife earlier, to replace the one you’d lost.

You grabbed ahold of the woman’s hands, dragging her towards where the rest of the bodies were being left. This was the first time you’d really been around so much death; for that, you almost felt lucky. Almost.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, causing you to jump.

“Sorry,” Rick spoke. “We need to talk.”

“I’m kind of busy.”

“It’s important.” Rick responded. “Back in the city, that wasn’t like you.”

You looked at your brother. “What wasn’t like me?”

“Threatening that kid.”

“I was just trying to get things done.” You responded. “He needed to know we weren’t playing games.”

“I think Daryl showed him that.” Rick spoke. “I don’t want you to become cold. To see everyone as an enemy.”

“Everyone who isn’t us, is a potential enemy. They attacked us first, they could’ve killed us.” You let out a sigh. “Do you really think I wanted to hurt him? Of course not. I just wanted to keep our people safe.”

Rick stared at you for a moment. “I just worry about you. What this world might do to you.”

“I’m not your baby sister anymore. You don’t have to worry about me all the time. I promise, I’m fine.”

You glanced over at the RV, noticing several people gathered around it, whispering and looking at Andrea. She was still holding Amy, not having moved from that spot all night.

“We should go check on them.” You mumbled, walking away.

You and Rick arrived at the RV, Rick looking over at Andrea. “She still won’t move?”

Lori shook her head. “She won’t even talk to us. What do we do?”

“We can’t just leave Amy like that.” Shane spoke. “We need to deal with it, same as the others.”

Rick nodded. “I’ll talk to her.”

He approached Andrea, saying her name as he knelt down by her side. Suddenly, Andrea turned to him, holding up a gun. “I know how the safety works.” She mumbled.

Rick stood up, holding his hands above his head. “Alright. I’m sorry.”

He walked back over to your group, shaking his head.

“Y’all can’t be serious.” Daryl grumbled. “Let that girl hamstring us? The dead girl’s a time bomb.”

“If you have any suggestions-”

“Take the shot.” Daryl cut you off. “Clean, in the brain from here. Hell, I can hit a turkey between the eyes from this distance.”

“No.” Lori spat. “For God’s sake, let her be.”

“For how long?” You asked. “Look, I can only imagine what she’s feeling right now, but she’s putting us all at risk. We’ve lost enough people already.”

“We’ll watch her, alright?” Lori suggested. “First sign of movement from Amy, you can do what needs to be done.”

Daryl let out a snort, storming off.

“Whatever you want.” You responded, turning and walking away.

…

You took a sip of your water, watching as Daryl and Morales dragged another body towards the fire. Glenn took notice, heading over to the two.

“What are you guys doing?” He asked. “This is for geeks. Our people go over there.” He pointed to an area where bodies had been lined up.

“What’s the difference?” Daryl asked. “They’re all infected.”

“Our people go in that row over there. We don’t burn them!” Glenn choked out. “We bury them. Understand? Our people go in that row over there.”

Daryl and Morales exchanged glances, grabbing the woman and dragging her away. 

“You reap what you sow.” Daryl mumbled.

“You know what? Shut up, man.” Morales snapped.

“Y’all left my brother for dead. You had this coming!”

You clenched your fist. “These people did nothing to you or your brother. They didn’t deserve to die like this!”

“Whatever you wanna tell yourself.” He responded.

Before you could respond, Jacqui began to call out. “A walker got him! A walker bit Jim.”

Everyone stopped in their tracks, except for Shane and Daryl who rushed over.

“Show it to us. Show us.” Daryl demanded.

“I’m fine, really.” Jim responded.

“Easy, Jim.” Shane warned.

“Grab him.”

Jim grabbed a shovel off the ground, swinging it to keep the men back. Shane came behind him, knocking the shovel away and holding his arms behind his back and Daryl lifted his shirt. There it was, a bit placed on his abdomen.

“I’m okay.” Jim spoke as Shane let him go. “I’m okay. I’m okay.”

…

Jim sat in front of the RV as the rest of the camp gathered nearby.

“I say we put a pickaxe in his head and the dead girl's and be done with it.” Daryl mumbled.

“Is that what you’d want if it were you?” Shane asked.

Daryl nodded. “Yeah, and I’d thank you while you did it.”

“I hate to say it, I never thought I would, but maybe Daryl’s right.” Dale spoke.

“Jim’s not a monster, Dale,” Rick responded. “Or some rabid dog.”

“I’m not suggesting-”

“He’s sick. A sick man. We start down that road, where do we draw the line?”

“The line’s pretty clear. Zero tolerance for walkers, or them soon to be.”

Rick shook his head. “What if we can get him help? I heard the CDC was working on a cure.”

Shane nodded. “I heard that too. Heard a lot of things before the world went to hell.”

“What if the CDC is still up and running?” You asked. 

“That’s a stretch right there.” Shane replied.

“Why? If there's any government left, any structure at all, they'd protect the C.D.C. at all costs, wouldn't they?” Rick asked. “I think it's our best shot. Shelter, protection…”

“Okay, Rick, you want those things, all right?” Shane said. “I do too, okay? Now if they exist, they're at the army base. Fort Benning.”

Lori shook her head. “That's a hundred miles in the opposite direction.”

“That is right. But it's away from the hot zone. Now listen to me. If that place is operational, it'll be heavily armed. We'd be safe there.”

“The military were on the front lines of this thing. They got overrun. We've all seen that.” Rick sighed. “The C.D.C. is our best choice and Jim's only chance.”

“You go looking for aspirin, do what you need to do.” Daryl spoke, raising the pickaxe in his hands. “Someone needs to have some balls to take care of this damn problem!”

He rushed towards Jim, but you quickly jumped in the way.

“Get the hell out of my way!”

“If you want to kill him, you’ll have to kill me first.” You responded, looking at your brother. “But if you do that, I promise you, you’ll be dead before I even hit the ground.”

Daryl turned around, noticing Rick’s gun trained on him.

“We don’t kill the living.” Rick spoke.

“That’s funny coming from a man who just put a gun to my head.”

“We may disagree on some things, but not this.” Shane spoke to Daryl. “You put it down.”

Daryl dropped the pickaxe, walking away from the group.

“Come on,” Rick spoke, helping Jim to his feet.

“Where are you taking me?” He asked.

“Somewhere safe.”

…

Hours later, you all sat around the camp, completely exhausted. Amy had turned and been put down by Andrea, and everyone had been present for a mini funeral. All of the walkers from last night had also been burned.

You studied Carol, who sat a few feet away, holding Sophia tight. Ed had been one of the casualties last night, something you weren’t going to be losing sleep over. Still, you worried about how they were taking it.

Shane and Rick exited the woods, calling for everyone to join them by the RV. You stood from your seat, heading in their direction.

“I've been, uh… I've been thinking about Rick's plan. Now look, there are no guarantees either way. I'll be the first one to admit that.” Shane spoke. “I've known this man a long time. I trust his instincts. I say the most important thing here is we need to stay together. So those of you that agree, we leave first thing in the morning.”

Chatter erupted among the camp, everyone unsure of if they wanted to follow Rick’s plan or not. You weren’t quite sure what you wanted, not that you really had a choice in the matter. You’d stick with your family; there was no way you’d willingly separate from them ever again.

You’d come to see this place as your home over the last few months. As much as you knew it wasn’t safe anymore, it still wasn’t easy to leave. Especially when you weren’t sure that you’d find a safe haven at the CDC.

…

The next morning, you stood around camp as everyone prepared to leave. All of your stuff was already packed and in the trunk of Carol’s car.

“Everyone listen up.” Shane called out. “Those of you with C.B.s, we're gonna be on channel 40. Let's keep the chatter down, okay? Now you got a problem, don't have a C.B., can't get a signal or anything at all, you're gonna hit your horn one time. That'll stop the caravan. Any questions?”

Morales stepped forward. “We're not going.”

His wife nodded. “We have family in Birmingham. We want to be with our people.”

Shane stepped towards them. “If you go on your own, you won’t have anyone to watch your back.”

“We’ll take our chances.” Morales replied. “I’ve gotta do what’s best for my family.”

“Are you sure?” Rick asked.

Morales nodded. “We talked about it. We're sure.”

Rick looked at Shane. “357?”

Shane nodded.

Rick handed Morales a gun, with Shane giving him half a box of ammo.

His wife smiled. “Thank you all. For everything.”

You stepped forward, hugging each member of their family. Everyone else followed suit.

They were the first to leave, but everyone in camp left soon after. As you sat in the back of one of the cars, you stared back at the empty camp until it disappeared from your view.

…

You’d been driving for a while before everyone came to a complete stop. Dale’s RV had broken down and Jim’s condition was worsening. He was now asking to be left behind.

“It’s what he wants.” Rick mumbled.

“And he’s lucid?” Carol asked.

“He seems to be.”

You shook your head. “This is wrong. What if he changes his mind and he’s stuck here all alone?”

“He’s pretty adamant. I don’t think that’s going to happen.”

“Back in the camp when I said Daryl might be right and you shut me down, you misunderstood.” Dale spoke up. “I would never go along with callously killing a man. I was just gonna suggest that we ask Jim what he wants. And I think we have an answer.”

“I’m not sure I can live with this.” Shane shook his head.

“It’s not your call.” Lori responded. “If it’s what he truly wants, he deserves to make that choice.”

You all agreed, knowing Lori was right. In this world, being able to die on your own terms was a blessing. Who were you to take that from him?

Rick and Shane carried Jim to a tree, sitting him down underneath it. You all tearfully said your goodbyes.

“Are you sure about this?” You asked. “We can still bring you back to the RV.”

Jim smiled, looking up at the sky. “I’m sure, this is exactly what I want. Besides, I’ll be with my family soon. God, have I missed them.”

You frowned for a moment, nodding to yourself. “I know they’ve missed you too. Goodbye, Jim.”

You stood up from your crouched position, making your way back to the car and climbing inside. Leaning your head against the window, you closed your eyes; you’d be at the CDC before you knew it.

…

The sun had begun to set by the time you’d all parked in the CDC lot. You all grabbed as much of your stuff as you could carry, beginning to run through the parking lot towards the building.

“Keep moving,” Rick whispered. “Come on.”

You all arrived at the door, realizing it was locked and that all the windows were shuttered. Shane began to pound on the door, leading you to feel increasingly anxious.

“There’s nobody there.” T-Dog spoke.

“Then why are these shutters down?” Rick asked.

“Walkers incoming!” Daryl warned, shooting one in the head. “You led up to a god damn graveyard!”

“He made a call!” Shane yelled.

“It was the wrong call.”

“Just shut up, okay? Shut up.” Shane mumbled, turning to Rick. “Rick, this is a dead end.”

“Where the hell are we gonna go now?” You asked, stabbing a walker in the head.

“Do you hear me?” Shane asked. “No blame.”

Lori shook her head. “We can’t be here. We’re too close to the city and it’s almost dark.”

“Fort Benning, Rick. It’s still an option.”

“On what?” Andrea asked. “No food, no fuel. That’s a hundred miles.”

“A hundred and twenty five. I checked the map.” Glenn spoke.

“Forget Fort Benning.” Lori snapped. “We need answers now.”

Rick nodded. “We’ll think of something.”

“Let’s just get out of here.” Shane spoke, ushering for everyone to follow him.

You’d begun walking away when you heard Rick’s voice again.

“Wait!” You turned back around. “The camera, it moved.”

“You imagined it.” You responded.

“It moved.”

“Rick, it’s dead, man.” Shane spoke. “It’s an automated device.”

“I know someone is in there.”

“Rick please-“ you started, but Rick began slamming his hands against the door.

“Rick, you’re drawing the dead!” Shane yelled, trying to pull him back.

“I know you’re in there! I know you can hear me!” Rick yelled. “Please, we’re desperate. We have women and children with us. We have no food and hardly any gas left.”

“Rick, please stop.” You begged. “We have to go now, before it’s too late.”

“If you don’t let us in, you’re killing us!” Rick yelled. “Please, you’re killing us!”

Shane managed to pull Rick away, causing him to give up. As he angrily walked behind Shane, a loud humming caught all of your attention.

The door to the CDC began opening, a light shining so bright you swore it could’ve blinded you if you stared too long. Everyone stood in shock, completely unable to move.

“Holy shit.” You whispered. 

Rick was right.

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Unearthed ↦ Daryl Dixon season one, part five

Synopsis: Based on the events of The Walking Dead television series, Y/N Grimes, younger sister of Rick Grimes, attempts to survive in a world now inhabited by walkers. Family has always meant everything to her, but in this new world, can she keep her family safe and together?

Show: The Walking Dead (S1-S11)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Warnings: coarse language, violence, character deaths, drug and alcohol references, series spoilers and general The Walking Dead content warnings!

Tags: @1ivinqdeadqir1 @callmeyn @thegeorgiahuntsman @mellxander1993 @bigbaldheadname @cjmonsterwolf @abbi23323 @actuallyklee @lanxsee @livingdeadblondequeen @suniloli (won't let me tag you sorry)

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You sat back in the office building, Rick unzipping the bag of guns and beginning to divide them.

“We can’t seriously be giving into them, right?” You asked.

“Them guns are worth more than gold.” Daryl spoke. “Gold won't protect your family or put food on the table. You're gonna give that up for that kid?”

T-Dog nodded. “If I knew we'd get Glenn back, I might agree. But you think that Vato across the way is just gonna hand him over?”

“We need to get Glenn back, but we can’t give up the guns.” You spoke.

“Are you calling G a liar?”

Daryl smacked the back of Miguel’s head. “Are you a part of this? You want to hold onto your teeth?”

“Question is, do you trust that man’s word?” T-Dog asked.

Daryl shook his head. “No, the question is what are you willing to bet on it? Could be more than guns. Could be your life. Is Glenn worth that to you?”

“What life I have I owe to him.” Rick responded. “I was nobody to Glenn, just some idiot stuck in a tank. He could have walked away, but he didn’t. Neither will I.”

Knowing Glenn was the reason you had your brother back again hit you like a ton of bricks. You hadn’t heard the details until now. You’d always liked Glenn, but now you knew you had to do this. You owed him everything.

“So you’re gonna hand the guns over?” Daryl asked.

“I didn’t say that.” Rick took a deep breath. “There’s nothing keeping you three here. You should get out of the city, head back to camp.”

“Are you insane?” You asked.

“What are we supposed to tell your family?”

“Come on, this is nuts.” Miguel sighed. “Just do like G says.”

You shook your head. “Rick, if you’re doing this, we’re with you. I said we have to stick together here, and I still mean it.”

Rick looked between the three of you, unsure of how to respond. Finally, he nodded, grabbing the guns. “Let’s get this done.”

…

The four of you arrived back at the hideout with Miguel tied up in front of you. The doors opened and Rick pushed the boy inside.

G stepped forward, looking amongst you. “I see my guns but they’re not all in the bag.”

“That’s because they’re not yours.” Rick responded. “I thought I mentioned that.”

Felipe stepped forward. “Let’s just shoot these fools right now, ese. All right? Unload on their asses.”

“I don’t think you fully appreciate the gravity of this situation.”

“No, I’m pretty clear.” Rick cut Miguel’s bindings, pushing him towards the group. “You have your man. I want mine.”

G’s eyes narrowed, stepping closer. “I'm gonna chop up your boy. I'm gonna feed him to my dogs. They're the evilest, nastiest man-eating bitches you ever saw. I picked them up from Satan at a yard sale. I told you how it has to be. Are you woefully deaf?”

“No, my hearing’s fine. You said come locked and loaded.” Rick cocked his shotgun, aiming at G as you all followed suit. “Okay then, we’re here.”

“Felipe!” The sound of a lady’s voice came through the crowd. “Felipe!”

“Abuela, go back with the others… now.”

“Get that old lady out of the line of fire!” Daryl hissed.

“Abuela, listen to your mijo, okay? This is not the place for you right now.” G whispered.

“Mr. Gilbert is having trouble breathing. He needs his asthma stuff. Carlitos didn't find it. He needs his medicine.” The woman spoke.

G shook his head. “Felipe, go take care of it, okay? And take your grandmother with you.”

“Abuela! Ven conmigo por favor.”

“Who are these people?” The woman asked, stepping closer as she eyed Rick. “Don’t you take him.”

“Ma’am?”

“Felipe's a good boy. He has his trouble but he pulls himself together. We need him here.”

Rick lowered his gun, his voice soft. “Ma’am, I’m not here to arrest your grandson.”

“Then what do you want him for?”

“He’s… Helping us find a missing person. Fella named Glenn.”

“The Asian boy?” She asked. “He’s with Mr. Gilbert. Come, I’ll show you.”

The woman took Rick’s hand, leading him through the crowd.

G sighed. “Let them pass.”

The woman led everyone outside, coming up to a whole new area. She pushed the door open, stepping into what looked like a nursing home. There was medical equipment scattered around, an older man sitting in a room off to the side. You soon entered a gymnasium, a crowd of people gathered around an elderly man. Felipe handed him an inhaler, guiding him through his breathing.

“What the hell is this?” Rick asked.

“An asthma attack.” You finally noticed Glenn. “He couldn’t get his breath all of a sudden.”

“I thought you were being eaten by dogs, man!” T-Dog spoke.

You turned around, three Chihuahua’s sitting nicely on a dog bed. One let out a small bark.

Rick turned to G, glaring hard. “Could I have a word with you?”

G nodded, leading your group out of the gym and towards a small office.

“You're the dumbest son of a bitch I ever met.” Rick snapped. “We walked in there ready to kill every last one of you.”

“Well, I'm glad it didn't go down that way.” G responded.

“If it had, that blood would’ve been on our hands.” You spoke.

“Mine too.” G nodded. “We'd have fought back. Wouldn't be the first time we've had to. Protect the food, the medicine… what's left of it. These people, the old ones… the staff took off, just left 'em here to die. Me and Felipe were the only ones who stayed.”

“What are you, doctors?”

“Felipe’s a nurse… a special care provider. Me, I’m the custodian.”

“What about the rest of your crew?” Rick asked.

“The Vatos trickled in to check on their parents, their grandparents. They see how things are and most decide to stay. It's a good thing too. We need the muscle. The people we've encountered since things fell apart, the worst kind… plunderers, the kind that take by force.”

Rick shook his head. “That’s not who we are.”

“How was I to know?” G asked. “My people got attacked and you show up with Miguel hostage… appearances.”

“Guess the world’s changed.” T-Dog commented.

G shook his head. “No. It's the same as it ever was. The weak get taken. So we do what we can here. The Vatos work on those cars, talk about getting the old people out of the city. But most can't even get to the bathroom by themselves, still, it keeps the crew busy, and that's worth something. So we barred all the windows, welded all the doors shut except for one entrance. The Vatos, they go out, scavenge what they can to keep us going. We watch the perimeter night and day and we wait. The people here, they all look to me now. I don't even know why.”

“Because they can.” Rick smiled.

Rick took the bag off his back, laying it on the desk before beginning to divide the guns. He gave the group about half of them before the five of you left, heading back to your van.

As you neared the van, Glenn smiled. “Admit it, you only came back to Atlanta for the hat.”

You looked at Rick, who placed the hat on his head. “Don’t tell anybody.”

“You’ve given away half our guns and ammo.” Daryl huffed.

“Not nearly half.” 

“For what?” Daryl asked. “Bunch of old farts who are gonna die off momentarily anyhow? Seriously, how long do you think they got?”

“How long do any of us?” You asked.

Daryl shook his head, walking further ahead of the group. Someone urged you to catch up to him, jogging ahead.

“Hey,” You spoke, earning a glare. “I’m sorry we couldn’t find your brother.”

Daryl’s face softened but as he went to respond, Glenn let out a gasp.

“Oh my god.”

You looked ahead, noticing the van was no longer where you’d left it.

“Where the hell’s our van?” Daryl asked.

“We left it right here!” Glenn sighed. “Who would take it.”

“Merle.” Rick responded.

Daryl shook his head. “If he did, he’s gonna be taking some vengeance back to camp.”

…

The five of you rushed back to camp on foot, finally nearing the top of the quarry at nighttime. The lack of tire tracks on the ground was a good sign, but for all you knew, Merle could’ve parked down the hill and walked the rest of the way.

Suddenly, the sound of gunshots filled the air. You all exchanged looks before beginning to run the rest of the way. As you arrived at camp, walkers were scattered everywhere as people screamed in terror. You noticed the bodies of some of your people, torn apart by the dead.

“Y/N?” Rick asked.

You searched for your knife, remembering you’d dropped it in the city. “Shit. I need a gun!”

Rick tossed you his python, which he’d thankfully loaded earlier, beginning to shoot the dead with a shotgun.

You tried to clear a way towards the RV, the dead just getting closer and closer. There were far too many of them. Your attention shifted as you noticed Lori and Carl behind Shane, who was shooting the dead in front of him.

You felt a hand grab your shoulder, letting out a scream as you pulled yourself away. Just as it was about to bite your arm, a crossbow bolt flew through its head. You looked around, Daryl rushing towards you.

“Come here,” He spoke, leading you towards one of the cars.

He helped you climb up before running off again. You now had the high ground, shooting as many of the dead as you could before your bullets ran out. Now you stood on top of the car, relying on the others to shoot the last few dead surrounding you.

Finally, things grew silent as you took in the carnage around you. There was so much blood, more than you’d seen before.

“Dad!” Carl screamed.

“Carl!” Rick called back, running and pulling his family into his arms.

You slid down off the car, rushing over to the group.

“Amy!” You heard Andrea call, grabbing your attention.

Amy laid on the ground, bleeding from her neck and arm while Andrea held her close. You could hear her struggling to breathe before finally, she fell silent. 

Andrea began to sob, repeating her sister’s name over and over again.

Jim took off his hat, shaking his head. “This was the dream I had last night. I remember it now.”

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Unearthed ↦ Daryl Dixon season one, part four

Synopsis: Based on the events of The Walking Dead television series, Y/N Grimes, younger sister of Rick Grimes, attempts to survive in a world now inhabited by walkers. Family has always meant everything to her, but in this new world, can she keep her family safe and together?

Show: The Walking Dead (S1-S11)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Warnings: coarse language, violence, character deaths, drug and alcohol references, series spoilers and general The Walking Dead content warnings!

Tags: @1ivinqdeadqir1 @callmeyn @thegeorgiahuntsman @mellxander1993 @bigbaldheadname @cjmonsterwolf @abbi23323 @actuallyklee @lanxsee @livingdeadblondequeen @suniloli (won't let me tag you sorry)

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You stood there, still in shock over the scene in front of you. The thought of being so afraid for your life that you cut off your hand was almost too much to bear. A part of you felt horrible for Merle, despite how awful he had been since you met him. Most of all, you felt horrible for Daryl. You couldn’t imagine if it had been Rick in Merle’s place.

Daryl lifted his crossbow, letting out a huff as he aimed it at T-Dog’s head. Luckily, Rick was quick to react, lifting his own gun to Daryl’s head.

“I won’t hesitate.” Rick spoke. “I don’t care if every walker in the city hears it.”

Daryl eyed Rick for a moment, contemplating his options. Finally, he lowered his crossbow. He looked back at Merle’s hand before turning to T-Dog once more.

“You got a do-rag or something?”

T-Dog nodded, slowly reaching into his pocket. He then handed it to Daryl, keeping his eyes on the crossbow.

Daryl walked over to Merle’s hand, picking it up by the thumb and wrapping it up. “I guess the saw blade was too dull for the handcuffs. Ain’t that a bitch.” He then walked over to Glenn, placing the now wrapped hand in his backpack.

“He must’ve used a tourniquet… maybe his belt. There’d be much more blood if he didn’t.”

You pointed to the blood trail on the ground. “He couldn’t have gotten too far like that.”

Daryl looked at you, nodding before running off in the direction of the blood trail. T-Dog quickly grabbed the bag of tools they’d left previously, everyone following closely behind Daryl. You soon ended up in another part of the building.

“Merle, you in here?” Daryl called out.

As you entered an office, a walker stepped out from behind the counter. Daryl wasted no time shooting it in the head, signaling for the rest of you to keep following him. Two walkers, already put down, laid on the floor.

“He had enough in him to take out these two sumbitches.” Daryl mumbled. “One handed. Toughest asshole I ever met, my brother. Feed him a hammer, he’d crap out nails.”

“Any man can pass out from blood loss, no matter how tough he is.” Rick responded.

“Merle!”

Rick shook his head. “We’re not alone here. Remember?” 

“Screw that.” Daryl spat. “He could be bleeding out. You said so yourself.”

You pushed open a set of doors, revealing a kitchen. The stove was lit up, a flame coming from one of the burners. A belt sat on the counter beside it. Glenn picked up an iron, inspecting it closely.

“What’s the burned stuff?” You asked.

“Skin.” Rick responded. “He cauterized the stump.”

Glenn dropped the iron as his face scrunched up.

“Told you he was tough.” Daryl commented. “Nobody can kill Merle but Merle.”

“Don’t take that on faith. He’s lost a lot of blood.”

“Yeah?” Daryl asked, pointing to a shattered window. “Didn’t stop him from busting out of this death trap.”

“He left the building?” Glenn asked. “Why the hell would he do that?”

“Why wouldn’t he?” Daryl asked. “He’s out there alone as far as he knows, doing what he’s got to do. Surviving.”

“You call that surviving?” T-Dog asked. “Just wandering out in the streets, maybe passing out? What are his odds out there?”

“No worse than being handcuffed and left to rot by you sorry pricks.” Daryl snapped. “You couldn’t kill him. Ain’t so worried about some dumb dead bastard.” 

“What about hundreds of them?” You rolled your eyes. “You think he can take on all of them?”

“He just needs to stay hidden.” Daryl responded. “Look, you guys do what you want. I’m gonna go get him.”

Daryl went to leave, but Rick placed his hand on his chest. “Daryl, just wait.”

“Get your hands off of me! You can’t stop me.”

“I don’t blame you. He’s family, I get that. I went through hell to find mine. I know exactly how you feel.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath. “He couldn’t have gotten far with that injury. We can search a few blocks around the building, but we have to work together and keep a leveled head.”

Daryl stared at you for a moment before nodding. “I can do that.”

“We have to get those guns first.” T-Dog spoke up. “I’m not strolling around the streets of Atlanta with just my good intentions, alright?”

“I agreed.” You spoke. “If we’re gonna get them, we need a plan.”

Glenn nodded. “I think I have an idea.”

…

The five of you stood in an office, staring down at the floor when Glenn had used a dry erase marker to draw the streets surrounding the building.

“You’re not doing this alone.” Rick spoke.

Daryl nodded. “Even I think it’s a bad idea and I don’t even like you much.”

Glenn sighed. “It’s a good idea, okay, if you just hear me out. If we go out there in a group, we’re slow, drawing attention. If I’m alone, I can move fast.”

“If anyone can do it, It’s Glenn.” You agreed. “He’s been here alone more times than I can count.”

Glenn grabbed two erasers, placing them on his sketch of the streets. “Look, that’s the tank, five blocks from where we are now.” He pointed to one of the erasers. “That’s the bag of guns.” He grabbed a paper clip, placing it on one of the streets, looking at Rick. “Here’s the alley I dragged you into when we first met. That’s where Daryl, Y/N and I will go.”

“Why me?” Daryl asked.

“Your crossbow is quieter than Rick’s gun.” Glenn responded. “While those two wait in the alley, I run up the street and grab the bag.”

“You got us elsewhere?” Rick asked.

Glenn pointed down the street. “You and T-Dog, you’ll be in this alley here.”

“Two blocks away? Why?”

“I may not be able to come back the same way. Walkers might cut me off. If that happens, I won’t go back to Daryl. I’ll go forward instead, all the way around to the alley where you guys are. Whichever direction I go, I got you in both places to cover me. After that, we all meet back here.”

Daryl narrowed his eyes. “Hey, kid, what’d you do before all of this?”

“Delivered pizzas.” Glenn mumbled. “Why?”

Rick raised his eyebrows, looking at you.

“Well, it looks like we have a plan.” You spoke.

You all gathered your stuff, preparing to leave when Rick pulled you aside. 

“Are you going to be okay with Daryl?” He asked.

You raised an eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t exactly trust him. I’d rather you be with me.” Rick mumbled.

You smiled. “I can handle myself.”

“I know that, I just-”

“I’ll be fine, I promise.”

Rick sighed, nodding as he turned around and followed the others out of the room. Truth be told, you didn’t trust Daryl either. You had no doubt he’d leave you to the dead if he saw his brother out there. Still, you wanted to make sure he didn’t abandon the group and leave Glenn without backup.

…

You, Glenn and Daryl made your way down the ladder and into the alleyway. Daryl loaded his crossbow, peeking out from behind a dumpster.

“You got some balls for a Chinaman.”

Glenn rolled his eyes. “I’m Korean.”

“Whatever.”

Glenn ran down the alleyway and into the street, disappearing from your view. You pulled out your knife, holding it close to your chest. Even though there was a fence between you and the dead roaming the streets, you could still feel your heart pounding in your chest.

Suddenly, Daryl grabbed your arm, pulling you further behind the dumpster.

“What the hell-”

He lifted his finger to his mouth before pointing in the direction of the street. You could hear footsteps, much different to the dragging ones of the dead. Someone else was here.

Before you had time to fully process the danger, Daryl jumped out, pointing his crossbow. You stood up, seeing a young boy holding his hands up.

“Woah, don’t shoot me!” He pleaded. “What do you want/”

“I’m looking for my brother.” Daryl spoke. “He’s hurt real bad. You seen him?”

“Ayúdame!” The boy screamed.

“Hey, shut up.” You hissed. “Unless you want the dead coming this way.”

“Answer me!” Daryl spoke, stepping closer to the boy.

“Ayúdame!”

“Shut up!” Daryl yelled, pushing the boy to the ground.

You looked up, noticing two men rushing at you from the street. They tossed you to the side, your knife flying under the dumpster, before beginning to kick and hit Daryl with a bat. You rushed to your feet, attempting to pull one of the men off of him.

The fence rattled, earning everyone’s attention. Glenn stood there, eyes wide before he turned to run. 

“That’s it. That’s the bag, Vato!” One of the men yelled. “Get it!”

The men rushed towards Glenn, grabbing him as he dropped the bag and Rick’s hat. As Glenn screamed for help, Daryl aimed his crossbow, shooting one of the men in the behind as a car pulled up. The man let out a scream, both of them pushing Glenn into the car before hopping in themselves.

You ran towards the car, but it sped off before you could even exit the alley. Daryl arrived beside you, screaming at them to come back as walkers began heading towards you. He pulled the fence shut again.

“This can’t be happening.” You mumbled as Daryl rushed towards the young boy they’d left behind.

“I’m going to kill you!” Daryl yelled, beginning to kick the boy just as Rick and T-Dog arrived.

“Stop it!” Rick commanded.

“I’m gonna kick your nuts up in your throat!”

“Enough, Daryl.” You snapped. “You’re not helping.”

“They took Glenn!” Daryl snapped back. “That little bastard and his little bastard homie friends. I’m gonna stomp his ass!”

“Guys!” T-Dog spoke. “We’re cut off.”

You looked around, walkers glued to the fence on one side of the alley and wandering down the other.

“We have to get back to the office, now.” Rick spoke.

Daryl grabbed the boy’s shirt, pulling him to his feet. “Let’s go!”

Rick ran down towards the fence, grabbing the bag of guns and the hat before running back towards the ladder.

…

“Those men you were with,” Rick started. “We need to know where they went.”

The boy smirked. “I ain’t telling you nothing.”

“What the hell happened back there?” T-Dog asked.

“Him and his friends came out of nowhere and jumped us.” You responded.

“He’s the one who jumped me. Screaming about trying to find his brother like it’s my damn fault.”

“They took Glenn. Could have taken Merle too.”

The boy began to laugh. “Merle? What kind of hick name is that? I wouldn’t name my dog Merle.”

Daryl clenched his fists, going to kick the boy before Rick grabbed him.

“Damn it, Daryl. Back off.”

Daryl began to pace back and forth. Finally, he grabbed Glenn’s bag, reaching inside and grabbing Merle’s hand. He began to unwrap it. “Want to see what happened to the last guy that pissed me off?” He tossed the hand on the boy’s lap.

The boy jumped off his chair, his back hitting the wall behind him.

“Why don’t we start with the feet this time?”

Rick shook his head, pulling Daryl away from the boy. “Look, the men you were with took our friend. All we want to do is talk to them, see if we can work something out.”

You nodded. “Tell us where they are and nobody loses their hands… or feet.”

Rick looked back at you, glaring.

The boy thought for a moment before nodding.

…

You arrived at where the boy had said his friends were, hiding behind some crumbling walls. Rick reached into the bag of guns, grabbing a sniper and handing it to T-Dog.

“Are you sure you’re up for this?” He asked.

T-Dog nodded. “Yeah.”

Rick looked up at you. “Are you sure you don’t want to go with him? You’ll be safer.”

“I already told you, I can handle myself.” You sighed. “Besides, I’m no good as a sniper, so I’d be useless up there.”

The boy shook his head. “You guys don’t need to do this.”

“Shut up.” You responded. “You’re lucky we need you as leverage.”

“Y/N…” Rick spoke, his tone hushed.

“What?” You asked. “They attacked us, tried to steal our guns and took our friend. They have it coming.”

Daryl nodded. “I say we go in there, guns high.”

“Absolutely not.” Rick scolded. “We do this the right way, to avoid any more bloodshed unless absolutely necessary. Understand?”

You nodded, Daryl nodding as well.

T-Dog headed off, ready to get into position as Rick, Daryl and you led the boy towards the front door.

“One wrong move, you get an arrow in the ass. Just so you know.” Daryl mumbled.

The boy smiled. “G’s gonna take that arrow out of my ass and shove it up yours. Just so you know.”

“G?” Rick asked.

“Guillermo. He’s the man here.”

“Okay then.” Rick responded. “Let’s go see Guillermo.”

You arrived at the door as they swung open, a man walking out. Behind him was a crew, all holding weapons.

G looked the boy up and down. “You okay, little man?”

The boy shook his head. “They’re gonna cut off my feet, carnal.”

G looked at Rick, his eyebrows raised. “Cops do that?”

“Not him.” The boy cried. “This redneck puto here. He cut off some dude’s hand, man. He showed it to me.”

Daryl shoved the boy. “Shut up.”

One of the men from the alley rushed out of the crowd, pointing a gun at Daryl. “Hey, that’s the Vato right there! He shot me in the ass with an arrow. What’s up, huh?”

“Chill, Felipe.” G spoke, holding up his hand. “This is true? He wants Miguelito’s feet? That’s pretty sick, man.”

Rick tilted his head. “We were hoping more for a calm discussion.”

“That hillbilly jumps Felipe's little cousin, beats on him, threatens to cut off his feet, Felipe gets an arrow in the ass and you want a calm discussion? You fascinate me.”

“Heat of the moment.” Rick spoke. “Mistakes were made on both sides.”

“Who’s that dude to you anyway? You don’t look related.”

“He’s one of our group, more or less. I’m sure you have a few like him.”

Daryl peeked behind G’s shoulder. “You got my brother in there?”

“Sorry, we’re fresh out of white boys. But I’ve got Asian. You interested?”

“We have one of yours, you have one of ours.” You spoke up. “Sounds like an even trade.”

“My people got attacked.”

“So did ours.”

“Where’s the compensation for their pain and suffering?” G ignored you. “More to the point, where’s my bag of guns.”

“Guns?” Rick asked.

“The bag Miguel saw in the street.” G responded. “The bag Felipe and Jorge were going back to get. That bag of guns.”

“You’re mistaken.”

“I don’t think so.”

“About it being yours.” Rick spoke. “It’s my bag of guns.”

“The bag was in the street. Anybody could come around and say it was theirs. I'm supposed to take your word? What's to stop my people from unloading on you right here and now and I take what's mine?”

“You could do that.” You responded, looking up at the roof of a building.

“Or not.” Rick smiled.

G followed your gaze, spotting T-Dog aiming the sniper at him. He looked back at you for a moment, before calling out. You looked up at the top of his building, two men coming into sight, holding another. He lifted the bag off the man’s head, revealing Glenn.

“I see two options.” G spoke. “You come back with Miguel and my bag of guns, everybody walks. Or you come back locked and loaded, we'll see which side spills more blood.”

Not bothering to discuss things further, G and his men headed back into the building, closing the door behind them.

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AN: Thank you for reading this chapter! I was originally going to have it be all of episode four, I've written it all, but it was 21 pages so I figured I'd split it into two chapters instead. Which means that chapter five is already written and you can expect that soon! If you'd like to request to be tagged in future chapters, you can do so here. Please be sure to like and reblog <3

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Unearthed ↦ Daryl Dixon 3. Into The Dead City

Synopsis: Based on the events of The Walking Dead television series, Y/N Grimes, younger sister of Rick Grimes, attempts to survive in a world now inhabited by walkers. Family has always meant everything to her, but in this new world, can she keep her family safe and together?

Show: The Walking Dead (S1-S11)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Warnings: coarse language, violence, character deaths, drug and alcohol references, series spoilers and general The Walking Dead content warnings!

Tags: @1ivinqdeadqir1 @callmeyn @thegeorgiahuntsman @mellxander1993 @bigbaldheadname @cjmonsterwolf @abbi23323 @actuallyklee @lanxsee @livingdeadblondequeen @medeima @spectacular-skywalker (last two pls reach out to me if your names are incorrect so we can fix it)

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You sat by Dale’s RV, silently stewing in your anger. No matter how much thought you gave it, you couldn’t think of a way to convince Rick to stay back at camp. Ultimately, you know it was fruitless. If Lori couldn’t convince him, you certainly couldn’t.

Rick exited the tent, now wearing his old Sheriff's uniform. As if on cue, Shane and Yourself matched over to him.

“So that’s it, huh?” Shane asked. “You’re just gonna walk off? To hell with everyone else?”

“I’m not saying to hell with anybody.” Rick sighed. “Not you, Shane. Least of all Lori, Carl and Y/N.”

Shane pointed to where Lori sat. “Tell her that.”

Rick turned around, tilting his head. “She knows.” He responded, turning back around and continuing towards the cars.

“Well, we don’t.” You argued. “Can you just explain it to us?”

“Why would you risk your life for a douchebag like Merle Dixon?” Shane questioned.

“Hey,” Daryl called out. “Choose your words more carefully.”

“No, I did. Douchebag is what I meant.”

“Shane-”

“Merle Dixon—” Shane continued. “The guy wouldn’t give you a glass of water if you were dying of thirst.”

“What he would or wouldn’t do doesn’t interest me. I can’t let a man die of thirst—me. Thirst and exposure. We left him like an animal in a trap. That’s no way for anything to die, let alone a human being.”

Lori joined the conversation, her hands folded across her chest. “So you and Daryl, that’s your big plan?”

Rick turned, looking at Glenn. “Oh, come on.” The man responded.

“You know the way.” Rick pleaded. “You’ve been there before. In and out, no problem. You said so yourself. It’s not fair of me to ask, I know that, but I’d feel a lot better with you there. I know she would too.” His eyes landed on Lori.

Glenn eyed the woman for a moment, contemplating if he really even had a choice at this point.

“That’s just great,” Shane responded. “Now you’re gonna risk three men, huh?”

T-Dog raised his hand. “Four.”

You took a deep breath, raising your hand as well. “Make that five.”

Rick turned to you, his eyes narrowed. “I’d much rather you stay here.”

“If you think for a second that I’m letting you run off to the dead city without me, after we just got you back, then you don’t know me as well as I thought.”

Rick eyed you for a moment, before finally letting out a sigh and nodding. He knew you were too stubborn to argue with; something that seemed to run in the family.

“My day just gets better and better, don’t it?” Daryl huffed.

“Do you see anyone else stepping up?” T-Dog asked.

“Why you?”

“You wouldn’t even begin to understand. You don’t speak my language.”

Dale let out a heavy sigh. “That’s five then.”

“It’s not just five. You’re putting every single one of us at risk. Just know that, Rick.” Shane responded. “Come on, you saw that walker. It was here. It was in camp. They’re moving out of the cities and if they come back, we need every able body we got.”

“Sounds to me like what you really need are more guns.”

Glenn smiled. “Right, the guns.”

“What guns?” You asked.

“Six shotguns, two high-powered rifles, over a dozen handguns. I cleaned out the cage back at the station before I left.” Rick explained. “I dropped the bag in Atlanta when I got swarmed. It’s just sitting there on the street, waiting to be picked up.”

“If we don’t do this, then we’re just sitting ducks.” You pointed out. “I needs to be done, whether we like it or not.”

“How much ammo is in that bag?” Shane asked.

“Seven hundred rounds, assorted.”

“You went through Hell to find us.” Lori spoke. “You just got here and you’re gonna turn around and leave?”

Carl stepped forward, looking up at Rick. “Dad, I don’t want you to go.”

“To Hell with the guns, Shane is right. Merle Dixon? He’s not worth one of your lives, even with guns thrown in.” Lori stepped closer to her husband. “Tell me. Make me understand.”

“I owe a debt to a man I met and his little boy.” Rick sighed. “Lori, if they hadn’t taken me in, I’d have died. It’s because of them that I made it back to you at all. They said they’d follow me to Atlanta. They’ll walk into the same trap I did if I don’t warn him.”

“What’s stopping you?” You asked.

“The walkie-talkie, the one in the bag I dropped. He’s got the other one. Our plan was to connect when they got closer.”

“Our walkie-talkies?” Shane inquired.

Rick nodded. 

“So use the C.B., what’s wrong with that?” Andrea joined the conversation.

Shane rubbed his head. “The C.B.’s fine. It’s the walkies that suck to crap. Date back to the seventies, don’t match any other bandwidth, not even the scanners in our cars.”

Rick nodded. “I need that bag.”

…

As the crew began loading the box van for the trip, you approached Lori who stared longingly at your brother.

“Are you really okay with this?” You asked quietly.

“If I’m being honest, not really.” Lori looked at you for a moment, before looking back at her husband. “The only solace I have is knowing you’ll be there to watch over him; to bring him back here.”

You smiled to yourself, appreciating Lori’s faith in you. The two of you had your issues in the past, not always seeing eye to eye, but the last few months had brought you together. If it wasn’t for her and Carl, you really doubted if you’d still be alive. If you’d have wanted to be.

Daryl began honking the horn of the van, Glenn sitting in the seat next to him. You headed on over, standing beside Rick and Shane.

“Last time we were on the gun range, I’m sure I wound up with a few loose rounds of yours.” Shane spoke, rummaging through his bag.

Rick smiled. “You and that bag—like the bottom of an old lady’s purse.”

Shane let out a sigh. “I hate that you’re doing this, man. I think that it’s foolish and reckless but if you’re gonna go, you’re taking bullets.”

“I’m not sure I’d want to fire a shot in the city. Not after what happened last time.”

“That’s up to you.” He spoke, finally pulling out some bullets from his bag. “Well…five people, five rounds. What are the odds, huh?”

You felt a chill run down your spine.

“Let’s just hope five is my lucky number.” Rick responded, taking the bullets and loading them into his gun. “Thank you.”

Shane nodded.

You looked back at Lori, giving her a reassuring nod. This was going to be the riskiest thing you’d done so far, and you just hoped it would be worth it.

…

The five of you had arrived just outside the city, parking the van near some railroad tracks before going on foot. When you finally arrived at the building Merle had been left at, Daryl wasted no time shoving T-Dog along to show him the way up to the roof. You followed close behind, barely having a moment to think about if the dead had seen you.

At the top of the stairs, T-Dog cut the chain to the door. Daryl pushed past him, throwing the door open and running onto the roof.

“Merle! Merle!” Daryl called out, looking around.

You followed the men who came to an abrupt stop.

“Oh my god.” You mumbled, covering your mouth with your hand.

Daryl rushed over, finally seeing exactly what you all had. “No!”

He began pacing back and forth, tears welling in his eyes as he continued to scream out. Everyone remained silent, not knowing exactly what to say; if there was anything to say.

Your eyes lingered on the ground, Merle’s severed hand sitting next to a hacksaw. Semi-dried blood was pooled around it, droplets leading away from the scene. Yet, there was no sign of Merle at all.

That crazy son of a bitch.

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AN: Thank you for reading this chapter!! I really hope you all enjoyed it. This one was a bit shorter as I wanted to line up the chapters and episodes. Next one should cover all of episode four. Also, a big thank you for all of the love I've gotten on this series so far; it's really inspired me to keep going! If you'd like to request to be tagged in future chapters, you can do so here. Please be sure to like and reblog <3

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#Well It All Started At The Golden Globes

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I keep making scenarios in my head about how yoongi will react to taes message😭 can't wait to see what actually happens

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can’t afford love | myg (m) #24

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your thumb almost instantaneously locks your phone again

and your eyes travel up to peek at his

but he’s not even looking at you, just walks towards the kitchen to start the dishes

you quietly sigh and rub your forehead

talk about bad timing

you follow him into the kitchen

“it’s not what you think,” is all you can get yourself to say

he shrugs his shoulders with a slight shake to his head

“yoongi,” you mumble as you close the distance between you two

he turns to look over his shoulder at you. “why are you still entertaining him?”

you blink at him in confusion. “i haven’t heard from him in days, what are you talking about?”

he redirects his focus to the dishes and just keeps doing them

you sigh quietly. “does it bother you?”

he says, “no, you can do whatever you want, obviously. you’re single, aren’t you?”

“don’t be like this,” you say under your breath, leaning against the counter next to the sink where he’s standing

“like what?” he says. now he’s trying to sound unbothered, you can hear the shift in his tone

“yoongi, stop.” you take the sponge from him and wrap your fingers around his wrist to bring his hand directly under the stream of tap water to rinse the soap before turning the lever

he turns to look at you and you pull him towards you

he lets you but you can still feel him being tense

he adds, “it’s whatever. he’s just jarring.”

you chuckle at his wording. “what has he ever done to you?”

he stares at you and tilts his head to the side

you avoid his eyes, just busying yourself with brushing his hair out of his eyes

“being the reason why i didn’t take you against a wall in that restroom during joon’s ceremony.”

now he’s being ridiculousssss

you shake your head. “that was because of my dress. has nothing to do with him.”

“no? you weren’t rushing to go chat with him again? didn’t make it clear to him that i was just your ex-husband?” he starts pulling you closer by your waist

damn.

you did actually do that😭

“uh,” you start, already feeling the urge to lie to him bubble up the back of your throat.

he shakes his head. “i get it. you were annoyed, weren’t you?”

hm?

“annoyed?”

“yeah. because of yuna.”

oh.

you’d forgotten about yuna

“oh.” you glance up into his eyes and he’s staring straight at you. “yeah. i guess so.”

he slowly nods his head. “at least you know nothing’s happening between me and yuna because she’d rather do you. like your photoboy.”

you frown at this. “what?”

a dry chuckle leaves his mouth. “what are you confused about?”

“what are you talking about?”

“you think men text women ‘hey beautiful’ without hoping to fuck her at some point?”

you blink at him a few times

like mentioned before

you were never really in the dating pool

because you got with yoongi when you were pretty young

so you’re not sure how men text when they want something

you’re better at reading them in real life

you can’t say there wasn’t flirtatious energy when you spoke with taehyung though

he’s not done though. “men only want one thing, alright?”

what???

“doesn’t that apply to you too?” you inquire, a deep frown on your brows

“all i want is for my life to go back to normal.”

…

huh?? what is he on about?

“but you need to heal first.” he finishes his rant by planting a soft kiss on your forehead before pulling his hands away from your body and returning his attention to the dishes

you just watch him this time, dumbfounded

just as you part your lips to say something, you hear your doorbell ring

you snap out of your trance and head towards the front door

as you open up, you see your mother standing there, holding jun

and jun’s holding a biscuit

“my baby,” you coo as you reach for him and he immediately jumps into your arms

you hug him tightly, kissing his chubby cheeks

your mom enters your home and closes the door behind her before starting heading into the kitchen

wait

wait

WAIT

YOONGI’S THERE

you lied to her about it in the beginning but it’s still embarrassing!!!!

“wa-wait!” you turn to look at her. “where are you going?”

she frowns and then glances down at her hand. “i got a few juiceboxes for jun. i’m just gonna put them in the fridge.”

“oh! i’ll do that.” you put jun down

“spend time with your son. i can put a few juiceboxes in the fridge. do i look like a moron?” she rolls her eyes and starts heading into the kitchen

well…. fuck.

“oh.”

you can hear the surprise in her voice

ohhhh gooodness.

you walk with jun towards the kitchen.

“okay. interesting,” is all she says as she puts the juiceboxes back

yoongi looks extremely awkward

and his cheeks + ears turning a shade of crimson isn’t helping at all

“goodmorning, ma.” he nods at her

“morning, yoongi.” she nods back and scratches the back of her head. “well, i’m gonna get going. need to work.”

without even saying bye, your mom has sprinted out your home

so typical of her

you don’t even wanna know what’s going through her mind atp

you shake your head before glancing down at the gremlin by your feet

“daddy,” he says as he runs up to him

yoongi dries his hands and picks him up. “my boy,” he coos, tickling his sides

jun just giggles and shows his father the spiderman toy that he got

yoongi pretends to be interested and you just stare at this scene in front of you

and you hear a crack

but that crack is coming from inside of your own body

you soon realize it’s your heart

because now you understand what yoongi meant when he said he wanted his life to go back to normal.

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The Godmother

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GANGSTA | myg - 004

summary: rough sex, blood money, drugs, and gang related activity; four things you never predicted to experience in your simple life. not until you opened your mouth and caught his attention.

pairings: gang leader!yoongi x f!reader

warnings: smut, gunplay, drugs, drug addiction, dark!yoongi, drug lord!yoongi, strong language, gang violence, blood and gore, murder, manipulation, possessive/obsessive behavior, abuse, cheating, angst, fluff, dubcon, implied noncon (not from yoongi but within his gang with his knowledge), 18+, minors dni.

word count: 3.5K

authors note: yes, it is here. it only took me 76 years lmao. y’all best give me all the love since y’all wanted to be on my ass about this mf. anyway, enjoy the drama. also this was prewritren with the tags a long time ago so if you no longer wanted to be tagged or if you’re new and wanted to be tagged i’m sorry. the taglist got full but i try to switch out who i tag every chapter.

“Now, are you sure you’re okay? I can personally file a report for you.” Mr. Kim asked for the 6th time. You roll your eyes, fed up with the badgering. You didn’t understand why he cared so much anyway. He was the one that refused to listen to you when you tried to explain why it wouldn’t be a great idea for you to deliver in Gongdan.

You didn’t go into detail about the assault, or even bother to mention Yoongi being the reason it didn’t escalate. You simply just stated to him that you were attacked and managed to slip free.

Luckily for you though, the old man’s guilt for the attack led him to giving you the rest of the day off and you snatched that offer up immediately. Not like he needed your assistance, seeing as the restaurant was practically dead with only about 4 customers. “I’m fine, Mr. Kim. I promise.” You assure him one last time. “Alright then. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.” You exit the shop, the door dinging as you do. You spot Mina’s car sitting in front of the restaurant, and she smiles cheerfully as you climb inside. “Hey. Thanks for picking me up so early.” You sigh, buckling your seatbelt. “No problem… But why am I picking you up so early? And…” she leans forward, peaking at your ripped shirt. “Why is your shirt ripped?”

You scratch your head, the thought of explaining the situation to Mina made your brain itch. “I had to deliver at the Devil’s playground again, and got attacked.” You kept it short and sweet. Mina’s eyes widened in shock. “What?! Was it that Yoongi guy again?!”

You shake your head. “It wasn’t him, it was this group of guys. Yoongi was actually the one that saved me…” you twiddle with your fingers as your mind wanders about the raven. Mina arches a brow at the gentleness in your voice. “He saved you?” You nod slowly in response. “My god, what does he expect from you now? Sexual favors?”

Of course Mina has to be the most dramatic and think the worst possible thought of everything. “No, he didn’t ask me for any favors. Which I guess is surprising for someone with his track record.” You admit, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. Mina starts up the car, finally moving from the restaurant premises. “Please don’t tell me you’re buddy buddy with that thug now?”

You scoff, letting your eyes roll back. “Of course not! The guy is a criminal, and stalker. I’d never befriend him,” You argue, crossing your arms. Yoongi may have saved you, but you weren’t swayed by his heroic charm. “Anyway, enough about me and my shitty day, it’s too traumatic to talk about. Did you have a talk with Jin like I suggested?” You change the subject. Mina’s face drops at the mention of her boyfriend’s name. “Yeah, we talked for about 2 minutes before it all blew up. Now we’re not on speaking terms,” She sighs. “I think maybe I should break up with him…”

You frown. ‘There she goes being the most dramatic again…’

“Mina, don’t be so damn hasty all the time.” You try to reason with the blonde. “I’m not!” She defended herself. “I’m just tired, y/n. I’m tired of trying to figure him out. I’d rather break up with him before he breaks up with me.”

Mina had never been the girl to get her heart broken. In high school she was the one always doing the heart breaking, so you could tell that it genuinely killed her to love someone as much as she loved Jin, and not know where his head was at regarding their relationship. “I don’t know, Mina… I just know if I was in your shoes with Kookie, I’d try to work things out before I think of the worst possible outcome.”

Mina pouts, but she doesn’t continue to speak. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, you were right. She shouldn’t just jump the gun and break up with Jin. Although he was acting strangely and it was confusing the hell out of her. “You know… I’m jealous of your relationship with Kookie.” She suddenly blurts, causing you to turn to her with a raised brow. “Huh?”

“I’m jealous,” she repeats. “Of you and Jungkook.”

You tilt your head to the side, your eyebrows now scrunched in curiosity. “Why?”

Mina simply shrugs, sitting quietly for a couple of minutes before answering. “You two match, and have an unbeatable connection. You started off as best friends, which played in your favor. I met Jin in the hospital because he had a broken arm. We don’t have the history you and Jungkook have.”

You smile at the compliment towards your relationship, but quickly shake your head. “History isn’t everything. Some people marry their high school sweethearts and breakup. You and Seokjin just need to be mature– or you at least.” Mina whips her head in your direction, her brows furrowed. “What do you mean by ‘or you at least’?”

“I mean that sometimes you’re immature. You tend to freak out when things don’t go your way and storm off like a child.” Mina snarls. “I’m not immature.” She muttered to herself, practically proving your point. The car finally slows down in front of your apartment before coming to a complete stop. “Thanks for the ride again, Mina. I appreciate you.”

“Of course. I’m mature enough to pick up my best friend when she needs me.” She glares, your previous comment still not sitting well with her. You shake your head, paying no mind to her attitude. “Bye, Mina. I hope everything works out with Jin.” You pushed open the car door, climbing out.

“Yeah, you and me both.” She mutters her last words before she waits for you to close the car door, speeding off into the distance with you standing there to watch. You let out a sigh, shrugging. What was the point of her asking for your advice if she was always going to dislike what you had to say?

You turn on your heels, walking up the steps that lead to your building entrance. As you venture down the hall to your apartment, you spot a shaggy haired man placing a bouquet of flowers right in front of your front door. A smile forms your face as you see the one person you longed to see after such a horrendous experience. “Kookie?”

The brunette jumps slightly, your sudden appearance catching him off guard. Once he registers that it’s you, he smiles as well. “Well shit, I wanted to surprise you with something sweet when you got off. Guess that’s a fail.” He scratches the back of his neck, chuckling. You shake your head, instantly embracing him with a hug. “It’s not a fail. I’m so happy to see you.” Even though you pretty much talked on the phone with Jungkook everyday, it felt like you hadn’t seen him in weeks.

Jungkook’s tattooed arms wrap around your waist, returning your gentle embrace. “I’m happy to see you too, angel. What’re you doing home so early though? I thought you weren’t off till 8:00?”

You bit down on your bottom lip. You wanted to start crying right there just thinking about what almost happened to you today. You hadn’t told him about your trip to Gongdan yesterday because you didn’t want him to worry, but now you felt as though he deserved to know this time. “I got attacked today.” You take a step back, showing him your torn shirt. Jungkook looks down, dumbfounded at how he hadn’t clocked your ripped shirt when you first walked in.

“By who?!” He shouts. “If it was Yoongi and his gang I swear to god–”

You shush Jungkook, looking around to make sure none of your neighbors were in the hallway eavesdropping. “Let’s talk about this inside, okay?” The brunette is pissed, but he nods, awaiting for you to open your apartment door. He grabs the flowers from the floor as you dig through your purse for your key. ‘I really need to get a keychain for this thing," you thought, finally finding the piece of metal in your bag.

You open the door, and Jungkook wastes no time storming in. He places the flowers on your kitchen table, pulling out a chair for you to sit and explain yourself. Even though he was angry he still focused on your wellbeing. You close the door, unsure if you really wanted to recite the situation. Too late to change your mind now though.

You shuffle to the seat that Jungkook pulled out for you, plopping down. “So? Was it Yoongi’s doing?”

How do you even begin to explain all of this? Yes, but not really? While Yoongi was the reason you ended up in Gongdan, he isn’t the one that attacked you. But he has taken a weird interest in you ever since the Makoto showdown between you and his trusty stooge. If you told Jungkook that though, he'd just spend every moment trying to protect you and probably do something unnecessary to get himself hurt. You didn’t want that.

So, maybe it was best to embellish the truth a bit and leave Yoongi out of it.

“I had a delivery in Gongdan today. Jimin was out sick, and I was the only one that could deliver it. A group of guys attacked me on my way back to the restaurant.” Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows. “You had a delivery at the devil’s playground and you took it? What the hell were you thinking?”

“I was thinking that I had to do my job. I had no choice, Kookie. Mr. Kim wasn’t letting me out of it. Believe me, I tried.” The brunette scoffed, redirecting his anger to Mr. Kim. “I should go down there and kick that old man’s ass,” He muttered. Jungkook was never too fond of Mr. Kim. He thought the old man could be a bit misogynistic.

“Did they hurt you?” His voice is now more tender. You shook your head. “No. I’m fine,” You assure him. “The only thing that got hurt is my precious shirt.” You laugh a bit, trying to lighten the mood. “Did they just let you go? How’d you get free?” He pressed on.

“Umm…” you trail off, your thoughts once again wandering to the raven haired man.

“So Wonder Woman, you ready to accept that ride today?”

“They got scared off by someone that happened to be walking by. Lucky me, huh?”

Jungkook sighs smoothly, crouching down in front of your chair. He takes your hands in his, interlocking your fingers. “I’m glad you’re okay, y/n. I hate to know you experienced that and I wasn’t there.” He frowns, leering down at your hands. “Jungkook, you’re not gonna be able to be there for everything, and that’s okay. You’re here now, when I need you the most.”

Jungkook looks up at you. “And I’ll stay here.”

“Please remind me to stop letting you pick out movies. You always pick the cheesiest ones.” Jungkook grimaced as you two reached the end of your movie. You wiped stray tears from your eyes, glaring over at your soon-to-be boyfriend. “The Princess Diaries is a classic. I love it.” Jungkook snorts, shaking his head. “Yeah, well next time I’m picking the movie. Your selection sucks.”

You gasp, taking a pillow from the other end of the couch. “Take that back.” You cock the pillow, ready to deliver a blow. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry… that you’re ass at picking movies.” You swing the pillow down on him, and his hands go up in self defense as he laughs, his back landing on the couch cushions to better protect his face. You take this advantage to straddle the brunette’s waist, continuing your attack until he ultimately surrenders. “Okay, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You finally toss the pillow back down to the end of the couch, a victory smirk plastered on your face. “I knew you’d see it my way.”

“Hard not to when I’m being attacked by a pillow.” He looks up at you, still straddling his waist. Jungkook’s hands slowly roam up your legs, stopping to grip your hips. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?” Your cheeks heated up with the compliment, and you felt a sudden wave of warmth between your legs that made you anxious. This was it. There was no better time than this to lose your virginity to Jungkook.

You lean forward, pressing your lips to his pierced ones, the metal was cold against you; Jungkook didn’t hold back, or hesitate the moment your lips were against his. Your mouths moved in sync, but sloppily at the same time as though you both wanted it real bad– and you did. Jungkook’s hands moved from your hips, reaching back to cup your ass in his hands, giving your cheeks a squeeze.

You moaned softly into his mouth, rolling your hips over the rough fabric of his jeans until you felt his cock harden underneath you. Jungkook made sure to assist you, his hands pressing you down harder against his confined length. Your panties were soaked, and your mind was in a daze. You were sure that you had dampened his jeans by now. “Fuck, Y/n…” he muttered in between kisses. “We have to stop before I can’t stop.”

“Then don’t stop, I want this.” You whine, rolling your hips faster. Jungkook moans, eyes squeezing shut. “Fuck, I can’t.” He grabs your hips, forcing you to stop. You take the hint, but you can’t help the pang in your chest. Was there something wrong with you? You didn’t get it. What was he waiting for? You climb off of him, taking your place back on the couch.

It’s silent as Jungkook sits up on the couch, running his fingers through his hair. “Y/n…”

“Save it,” You cut him short. “You don’t want to have sex with me, I get it.” Jungkook shakes his head. “That’s not true. I do.” He argued. You scoff, rolling your eyes. “So then what’s the problem? I’m always practically giving signals that I’m ready and you’re holding back. You have never done that with any girl you’ve dated before me.”

“You’re not any girl I’ve dated before you.”

“Right, I’m y/n, the girl that’s been your best friend for years and the truth is that’s probably all you see me as.” Jungkook says nothing, he doesn’t even bother to argue because that’s just something he hates doing with you. “I uh… I should go.”

“Then go.” You snapped. Jungkook nods, standing up from the couch. As he walks to the front door, he looks back at you. You don’t look his way, you just continue to stare forward. “You’re not any girl I’ve dated before you.” He repeats; those are his final words before he opens the door and leaves.

Your eyes brim with tears as you finally turn, looking towards the table where Jungkook’s bouquet of flowers sat.

“Well well well, look who made a full recovery today.” You eye Jimin taking orders as you walk into Makoto. Jimin smiles at you, happy to see you in what felt like forever since you two worked together. “Y/n, it’s good to see you too.” He greets. You cross your arms, not in a greeting mood. “I have a bone to pick with you once you’re done here.” You say, walking back to the kitchen to clock in.

“Y/n, good afternoon. How are you feeling today?” Mr. Kim asks you as you grab an apron from the hook, tying the black fabric around your waist. “It’s a Monday, how am I supposed to be feeling?” You speak dreadfully. You barely got any sleep after what happened last night with Jungkook, and now you were at work. Jungkook hadn’t even called or texted you. Not that you wanted him to right now.

“Well, I meant everything that happened yesterday, how are you feeling today?” He reiterates. You grab a time card, swiping it through the clock. “I’m fine, Mr. Kim.” You walk past him, taking a notepad and pen from the cup holder. Jimin walks back into the kitchen, his face suddenly pale like he was ready to puke. Maybe he was sick.

“Hey, um, there’s someone out there at table three that’s requesting for you to take their order.” He says, scratching the back of his neck. You raise a skeptical brow. ‘Requesting me? Could it be Jungkook?’ You thought. Maybe he wanted to talk in person instead of over the phone. You didn’t see why he couldn’t have waited until your shift was over and come to your apartment, but you didn’t argue with the gesture.

“Okay…?” You walk out of the kitchen towards the dining area. As you scope out table three, you don’t see Jungkook, but in fact, Yoongi, Joon, and two other guys you don’t know. That’s why Jimin looked so sickly. You shake your head, sauntering over to their table. “What’re you doing here? Was yesterday not enough?” You snap at Yoongi.

“Nice to see you too,” the raven laughs, leaning back in his chair. “Yesterday is the reason I’m here in person, sweetheart. Wouldn’t want you getting your pretty self into any more trouble in my hood.” He smirked. “You remember my boy Joon, don’t you?”

“Wonder Woman, it’s good to see you again.” You glare at Joon, rolling your eyes. You didn’t have time for this. Yoongi was the last person you cared to see right now, and you definitely never wanted to see Nam-joon again. “So are you here to order something or are you here to be the bane of my existence?”

“Depends… are you on the menu?” He bites his bottom lip, looking you up and down. Joon, and Yoongi’s other two minions snicker and you’ve decided you’ve had enough of this pig fest. “Okay, goodbye.” You turn to head back to the kitchen, but Yoongi stops you by grabbing your wrist. “I’m just joking around, sweetheart. I’m here to ask you something.” You pull your wrist from his grip, turning back to face him. “Ask me what?”

“Well, I’m having this kickback at my place tonight. I want you to slide through.” You scrunch your eyebrows together in confusion. “What on earth would make you think I’d dare to step foot into Gongdan again? And what makes you think I’d go to your shifty ass warehouse?”

“Well, I just thought after my heroism the other day you would want to thank me more properly.” You scoffed. Mina was right. He was expecting some kind of sexual favor from you. “I knew it. You only helped because you thought you could use me later on. I should’ve expected that from someone like you.” You leave their table, making your way back towards the kitchen, but this time Yoongi stands up from his seat to follow you.

“Princess,” He stops you again, his hand grazing your waist, but he doesn’t fully touch you in a manner that came across as though he was trying to respect your boundaries–for once. He steps in front of you, blocking your way to the kitchen. “It’s not like that. I helped you because I wanted to.”

“Is that so? Because it truly didn’t seem like it just a second ago.” You snarled, crossing your arms. The raven makes a “tsk” sound before continuing on. “Sweetheart, if that’s all I wanted from you then I would’ve made you give it to me right there in the alleyway. Regardless of what happened,” His face was stone cold serious. He meant that. You stood silent, not knowing what to say next.

“Listen… sometimes I have these kickbacks, and they’re a vibe, but it would be better if I saw your pretty face there.” His voice is soft, so soft that you didn’t think someone like Yoongi could produce such a tone. “I don’t think it would be a good idea for me to take a bus through Gongdan at night.”

“So don’t. I’ll pick you up.”

You sigh, slowly feeling yourself ready to cave in and you didn’t know why. You literally could not stand this man. He was a stalker for fuck sakes. A criminal. And yet… here you were ready to accept his invitation because of one good gesture, and a sudden softness to his voice. Yoongi’s eyes search for yours until they lock, a smile forming his face. For a moment as you're looking into the raven’s eyes you begin to question is he really the monster he makes people believe? Or is that all for looks?

“Hey, can we get the check please?” A customer calls out. Your eyes snap away from Yoongi’s. You had almost forgotten you were at work. “Look, I have to get back to work. I’ll… I’ll let you know.” You take your notepad, writing down your phone number. As you rip the paper from the pad, you actually begin to question your sanity. You hand the paper to Yoongi, his lips tilting in a sly smirk as he takes it.

“I look forward to hearing from you, princess.”

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[yoongihue]

neon signs | interlude: welcome to the family

title ; interlude: welcome to the family  pairing ; campus crush!yoongi x campus crush!you 

notes ; 

this is part of the neon signs drabble series, where drabbles are released in random order (but listed chronologically in the masterlist!) 

series description ;

namjoon doesn’t think it can get any clearer outside of yoongi building a giant neon sign saying i have the absolute biggest crush on you but apparently, book smarts don’t exactly translate when it comes to you and your massive crush on min yoongi.  (alternatively: namjoon and hoseok try for three years straight to get you and yoongi together.) 

word count ; 1.1k

tags ; everybody say hi taehyung, fluff as per usual, i don’t know a dam thing about architecture courses so pls don’t come for me, pls go to masterlist for more / general tags 

hoseok is a popular guy. you know it, yoongi knows it, namjoon knows it. even hoseok knows it, though he’ll just tell you that he likes to make friends. 

despite his popularity, hoseok doesn’t often introduce his wide variety of friends to your little group. mostly it’s just because you all know yoongi is actively averse to making new friends, but also because the four of you spend most of your time together anyway, so if hoseok’s hanging out with someone else, it’s because the rest of you are busy. 

that’s how you know hoseok is exceptionally fond of taehyung, because he introduces taehyung like he’s a new pet. “meet taehyung!” he beams, arms out, presenting his friend. 

yoongi looks bored. namjoon is nonplussed. and you stare curiously at the bright-eyed boy standing next to hoseok. 

taehyung waves. you wave back and he lights up. he’s cute, earnest, and entirely unbothered by the lackluster response from the rest of your friends, but thoroughly pleased with the attention you offer. “nice to meet you, taehyung,” you smile.

“he’s my little,” hoseok announces. 

namjoon furrows his eyebrows. “you’re not in a frat, hobi.” 

hoseok blinks back. “is that only for frats?” 

namjoon squints a little. “i - i think so?” 

“huh,” hoseok mutters. “well - i’ve adopted him anyway.” 

your mouth twists as you try to hide a smile. you stick out a hand. “welcome to the family, taehyung.” 

taehyung’s eyes gleam when he takes your hand, and that serves as namjoon’s first and only warning that this can only end in chaos. 

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namjoon doesn’t know what it is. a decade’s worth of friendship with you, and this - he’s sure he’ll never figure this out. he truly does not know what it is about taehyung that brings out the most unhinged parts of you, and quite frankly, at this point, he doesn’t really want to know. 

“spaghetti. you are literally using spaghetti-” namjoon’s sentence crumbles into an exasperated noise, throwing his hands in the air before he flings himself onto his bed, which yoongi for once isn’t occupying the free horizontal space. he’s instead sitting in hoseok’s chair, looking like the math meme lady, trying to figure out what you and taehyung are doing. 

“there is method to the madness,” you drone, as taehyung helps you build your spaghetti-house-design-thing. you’ve done weirder things for class, you don’t know why namjoon thinks this is the weirdest. probably because taehyung also brought spaghetti sauce, which, yeah, admittedly not usually a part of the process. 

“you could paint with it,” taehyung had suggested when he first walked through the door, and since you’ve decided you kind of adore taehyung, you just let him run with it. but you’re definitely not painting your dry spaghetti building with spaghetti sauce. 

he gets an A for effort though. 

yoongi still looks deeply confused, though he’s starting to eye the spaghetti sauce a little more suspiciously now. namjoon knows you well enough to mostly be convinced that you won’t actually use it, but yoongi on the other hand has never seen you as giggly and scheming as you’ve been around taehyung, so he’s not so sure. 

the good news is, you seem less heart-eyes about taehyung and more just sheerly fascinated by the way his brain works, which yoongi considers a win compared to the way you are around seokjin. besides, it’s hard not to like taehyung. it’s like watching a toddler discover new things. 

taehyung helps you put together your project, careful and earnest. you’ve enlisted taehyung’s help mostly because namjoon is prone to snapping spaghetti in half, and since yoongi helped you blueprint the concept in the first place, you won’t let him get anywhere near the actual build. you helped a lot already, you’d insisted, so yoongi’s been relegated to babysitting duty - aka, keeping an eye on taehyung as he glues and tapes and pieces things together. 

taehyung doesn’t really need much help. he’s quite good at following instructions, so yoongi keeps getting distracted by you, instead. 

you’re pretty when you’re focused. you’re pretty all the time, but the way you narrow in on details, the way you bite your lip and your eyebrows pinch in as you steadily put together your project - yoongi has a hard time keeping his eyes from straying back to you. you’re serious about your studies, even if they come in the form of spaghetti architecture. 

your eyes lift away from your building to find his, and he freezes, caught in the act. he doesn’t even realize he’s holding his breath until you smile at him, eyes tired but happy. your hair’s a mess and you’ve got tools and boxes and glue all around you but he lets out the breath he’d been holding, smiling softly back at you, too. he gives you a tiny, encouraging thumbs up. you’re doing well. 

your eyes crinkle in the corners, pleased, and even when you’ve got bags under eyes and you’re in a ratty old sweater, and there’s still that concerning jar of spaghetti sauce beside you, yoongi’s heart trips all over itself because of you. 

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the project is finished at nearing six in the morning. somewhere around one or two in the morning, the boys had started taking thirty minute shifts, rotating to help you while the others took a nap. you stayed awake through it all, insistent on overseeing your project, giving them instructions on what goes where, in which direction, using what tool. they listen carefully, but the longer you’re up, the more delirious you get, and at some point the communication is largely weak, sleepy hand gestures more than actual words. 

but it’s done. it’s done, and you hit the floor so fast, taehyung has barely just enough time to catch you and slip a pillow under your head. 

yoongi’s eyes blink open slowly. he stirs when he realizes you’re no longer sitting upright, but his brain isn’t running on all engines, and he can only register that taehyung is grabbing a throw from the foot of hoseok’s bed to lay over you. yoongi watches taehyung pull the blanket up to your chin, before he’s curling up on the floor too, out cold in seconds. 

yoongi’s gaze slides back over to you. he glances at taehyung, and from yoongi’s spot opposite the two of you on the ground, he can also see namjoon and hoseok snoring away in their beds. his eyes turn back to you, finally sleeping peacefully as the beginnings of the morning light start to filter through the window. 

taehyung’s nice, yoongi decides. sweet, like you, if a little unorthodox. but the most important is that, like everyone else you’ve let get close to you, he takes care of you. even if it means staying up till six in the morning, gluing together spaghetti on the floor of a cramped dorm room. 

and that’s pretty okay, yoongi thinks. 

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[7ndipity]

Every Little Thing

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: When you overhear Yoongi talking about how clingy you’ve been lately, you decide to take a step back from your friendship to give him space. But your sudden absence goes far from unnoticed by him.

Word Count: 2k(wtf?!)

Warnings: angst, swearing, only partially proofread

A/N: Thanks so much to the lovely anon who requested this! This story, I... I don’t know what happened, I went from struggling to get it to work at all to getting waayy too carried away. I kinda had to stop myself at the end before it shifted into something else, but maybe if y’all want a part two, we can pick up from there?

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As you got off the elevator, you couldn’t help the faint bounce in your step as you made your way to Yoongi’s studio, your bag slung over one shoulder, a grocery bag of snacks and drinks for the two of you to share.

Ever since you and Yoongi(and in turn, the rest of the members) had become friends, The Genius Lab had become a hideaway of sorts for you. Whenever you were feeling stressed or overwhelmed, you knew you could call Yoongi, and he would tell you to come over, letting you camp out on his couch while he worked, occasionally asking for your thoughts or opinions on a specific song or line.

As you neared his studio door, you noticed it was slightly ajar, allowing the voices from inside to slip out into the hall, quickly recognizing them as Yoongi’s and Namjoon’s.

“You wanna come to lunch with me and Hoseok?” Namjoon asked.

“Agh, I can’t, I told Y/n’s we could hang out today.” You heard Yoongi’s chair creak as he stretched, letting out a groan.

“Again? That’s like the third time this week, people are gonna start thinking you’re a couple or something at this rate.” Joon joked, making your cheeks flush lightly.

“Nah, it’s nothing like that,” Yoongi replied, sounding tired. “They’re just being clingier than usual, you know what they’re like.”

You frowned at his words. What did he mean by that?

“I know it’s just cause they’ve been stressed lately,” Yoongi continued. “But honestly, it’s gotten to the point where it’s weirder for them to not be here.”

Joon chuckled. “I’m surprised you don’t find that annoying.”

“I didn’t say that I don’t,” Yoongi said. “But it’s Y/n, so I let it slide. Anyway, on that track you showed me-”

You stepped back from the door, the sudden tightness in your chest making it slightly difficult to breathe as you quietly made your back down the hall to the elevators. As the metal doors closed, you replayed what you had overheard in your head.

Yoongi had always told you that he didn’t mind you hanging around, but maybe you had started to abuse that privilege, grown too dependent on him. Was that how he really felt about you? Had you become a nuisance? And if so, why hadn’t he said anything?

Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you quickly found his number and hit the call icon, trying to swallow down the lump in your throat before he picked up on the second ring.

“Hey, are you almost here?” He answered, sounding much brighter than a few minutes ago.

“Uh, actually, I don’t think I can make it today.” You said, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Is everything okay?” He asked, concerned.

No, one of my best friends hates me. “Yeah, everything’s fine, something just came up, sorry.” You bit your lip, managing to slip out of the building without running into any of the other members and making your way down the street to the bus stop.

“Okay.” He sounded unconvinced. “Is it anything I can help with, or-?”

“No, no it’s-, it’s a work thing.” You said, the words falling flat on your own ears. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll call you later, okay?”

“Alright.” He said reluctantly. “Bye.”

“Bye.” You hung up, letting out a deep breath.

You could tell he hadn’t believed you, but you didn’t really care at the moment. If he wasn’t going to be honest with you, why should you be any different?

Suddenly presented with the afternoon to yourself, you decided to head to the park, wandering along the river as you thought over everything.

You and Yoongi had come here together not long after you had moved to the city, the last few blooms of the cherry blossom season clinging on stubbornly to their branches. He’d promised to bring you back the next year, so you could see them in their full glory at peak bloom.

Of course, life and work had gotten in the way, as they often did, and before either of you had realized, the season had nearly passed again before he could keep his word. You’d told him at the time that itdidn’t matter, you’d just been happy to spend time with him, a recurring theme for you apparently…

Had you been a bother to him back then as well? You didn’t believe so, but the earlier sting of his words had left you questioning everything, even if you knew it might be an over-reaction.

It was dark by the time you made it home, flopping down on the sofa with a tired sigh as you contemplated your options.

So you’d been bugging him lately, that was an easily fixable problem, right? Just leave him alone for a bit, it was as simple as that, wasn’t it?

You weren’t so sure as your phone suddenly buzzed on the cushion next to you, drawing your attention to Yoongi’s name illuminated on the screen. You’d forgotten you said you’d call him.

‘Hadn’t heard from you, just wanted to make sure you’re okay?’ The text read.

Now who’s the clingy one? Was your immediate first thought.

‘I’m fine, just tired. Talk to you tomorrow.’ You typed shortly before turning off your phone and going to bed, with no intention of texting him the next day unless he did so first.

For the next week, you tried to keep up with your new normal; you didn’t go by the studio, you avoided texting him unless he did first, and generally avoided his invites to hangout with vague excuses.

One place you couldn’t avoid him though was dinner with the other members. It was a monthly tradition that you usually looked forward to, but as you stepped through the door of the restaurant, you only felt a wave of nervousness, for what though exactly you didn’t know.

“Y/n!” Tae quickly hopped to his feet to give you a hug, the others all greeting you enthusiastically. You noticed Yoongi didn’t speak, only nodding to you politely, but his eyes never left you for a second, seeming to study your every move.

“Y/n, do you want my seat? I know you usually prefer to sit by Yoongi-hyung.” Jungkook asked, starting to get to his feet, but you quickly waved him to sit.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to move for me, I’m fine over here.” You said, settling in the free seat next to Jimin, which happened to be directly across the table from Yoongi.

Everyone quickly settled into their usual routines and conversations, the mix of voices blurring into an almost comforting buzz, allowing you to zone out for a moment and relax, but a single low voice managed to snap you back to attention.

“I haven’t seen you all week.” Yoongi said quietly, a noticeable heaviness in his voice.

“Yeah, things have just been kinda busy.” You tried to say convincingly, but it was hard to pull off under his gaze. Luckily, Jin asked you about something from the show you’d been watching and gave you an easy out of the conversation.

You managed to get through the evening well enough, talking with the others, even making plans with Jimin for him to help you pick out some new furniture for your apartment. You’d felt Yoongi’s eyes on you all evening, but hadn’t said anything.

It was later that night when you were pulled from sleep by the sound of someone knocking persistently on your front door.

Cautiously, you climbed out of bed and padded to the door.

Who’s there?” You called anxiously, trying to remember where you’d put your old baseball bat, in case you needed to defend yourself.

“It’s Yoongi.”

You froze, staring at the door in surprise for a second before going over and peering out the peephole.

Sure enough, he was standing on your doorstep, causing a brief sense of relief that was quickly replaced with confusion and the same nervousness from earlier.

Not quite knowing what else to do, you cracked the door open slowly, taking in his slightly disheveled state; hair mussed and faint bags under his eyes. He looked the same way as when he would pull all-nighters at the studio.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

“Why’ve you been avoiding me?” He responded with his own question, staring you down.

“I-, I haven’t-”

“Don’t lie.” He stopped you.

Glancing around quickly, you pulled him inside, not wanting to have this discussion in the hall.

“You’ve been dodging my texts and calls, you wouldn’t sit with me at dinner, you asked Jimin for help with furniture shopping, which you know he’s terrible at.” He continued as you closed the door. “So, tell me please, what has happened to make you start ditching me?”

“Why didn’t you tell me that I was annoying you?” You snapped.

He stopped, staring at you in confusion. “What?”

“I heard you and Joon talking last week,” You said, his face falling as the memory came flooding back. “About how clingy I’ve been, and how I’ve been annoying you by hanging around so much.”

“You haven’t been-”

“Don’t.” It was your turn to cut him off. “Don’t try to tell me that it’s not true or you didn’t mean it. What I want to know is why you weren’t just honest with me?” You hated the way your voice started to shake as you spoke. “Why didn’t you just tell me to fuck off or something? Why do you put up with me if I'm such an annoyance?!”

“Because I fucking love you!” He blurted out.

You froze, staring at him in shock. “What?!”

“I-, I love you.” He said quietly.

“You love me?” You repeated, hurt and frustration still churning in your stomach, not letting you take his words to heart. “You love me, but you think I’m annoying?”

“I think everyone’s annoying!” He tossed his hands up in frustration. “The difference is that I like your annoyance!

“I like that you’re loud and weird and make terrible jokes, I like that you nag me to take better care of myself.” He said. “I like that you’re happy holed up in my studio with me. I like that you sing along to every song that you recognize, even without realizing that you’re doing it.”

He took a cautious step closer, pleading with his eyes as he spoke.

“I like every little annoying thing that you do, because they’re what make you you. I’m so sorry that I made you think anything otherwise.”

You hadn’t moved as he spoke, fighting the tremble in your lip as your eyes had misted over with tears.

“Y/n?” He asked anxiously.

You didn’t speak, choosing instead to lunge forward, wrapping your arms tightly around him in a bruising hug. He staggering back slightly at the force of the collision, arms immediately coming up to hold you in an equally tight embrace.

“I missed you.” You sniffled, burying your face in his chest.

“I missed you too.” He replied, holding you tighter, pressing a soft kiss to your head. “I’m also sorry for telling you I loved you in a shitty way.”

“Eh, it’s kinda on brand for us, honestly.” You teased, making him let out a huff of laughter.

“I guess you’re right, fuck.” He shook his head.

“You wanna try again?” You offered.

He pulled back to look at you. “Really?”

You nodded. “If you want to.”

He nodded, pulling away enough to take your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles as he pressed his lips together nervously, eyes shaking slightly as he met your gaze.

“I love you, Y/n.”

He’d barely gotten the last word out before your lips were on his, effectively shutting you both up for the next several minutes.

When you finally pulled back, his eyes were blown wide, lips swollen and red from your assault, his breaths coming out in shaky puffs.

“I love you too, by the way.” You said, grinning at his slightly dazed expression.

“Cool, c’mere.” He said, pulling you back in, making you giggle as he eagerly reconnected your mouths.

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