I never stood up to people and I let myself be run over and I wore myself out trying to help others

Shape of You (12)

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Chapter 12

It didn’t hurt as much at work, surrounded by books. Even though the day was dragging and I felt like time would never move forward. It still hurt, that crack in my heart had gotten bigger but it wasn’t throbbing when I could focus on something other than what had happened. When I could look at the books and pretend like my life wasn’t falling apart. It was slightly easier to breathe, but I knew when I went home the numbness would fade.

And the pain would return.

When I woke up Feyre was still there. She had crawled into bed with me and stayed, trying to help ease my pain. I wasn’t any nicer to her. I was worse and I knew it was wrong. Because she didn’t have to stay. She didn’t have to try and help me.

But she did. Because for some reason Feyre always cared more than us. She always tried harder. And that made this whole thing worse. It made my heart hurt worse. It made the break ache even more than before.

Because it reminded me of all those years ago when she used to hold my hand and we all slept in a bed together. When we were poor and cold and our father didn’t give a damn about us. It was Feyre who kept us warm, who kept the clothes on our backs. It was Feyre who sang Elain a lullaby so she could sleep.

And it was Feyre who was trying so hard to mend my broken heart. My broken world.

Today all I wanted to do was snap at her. I was done crying so now my grief had turned to anger. I was angry at the world and my little sister was in my path.

Feyre left when I went to get ready for work. She hugged me tightly and promised it would get better. I knew she wanted to tell me to talk to Cassian, but right now I couldn’t. She knew that too so she didn’t push that on me. She was just there for me. Promising to call me later to check up.

I was seven hours into my shift and the hollowness in my chest was still there.

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Let’s Not Fall In Love (T.O.P) 4

Let’s Not Fall In Love (T.O.P)

Group & Member: Big Bang’s Choi Seung-hyun (T.O.P)

Genre: GANG!AU Angst, Fluff, Tragedy, Romance, Smut/Eventual, Interracial


Summary: A Young woman get’s involved with the wrong crowds and Cold hearted gang leader T.O.P acts as her guide.

A/N: FT.Monsta X, 2ne1, BTS and a few others

Parts: 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8

I wasn’t even in the clothing store that long. The lady behind the counter looked up and smiled at me. The store was called. Codes Combined* In English she said to me, ‘’You must be the girl I was called about. Look how cute you are!’’ She walked over to me and held out my hand. ‘’I’m Su-Lin Wu. I heard you were looking for a job.’’

 I nodded shyly at first. There was a folder in my bag full of new applications and manager cards. I had been promised a call back from the small café near home. Su-lin sat me down and talked to me, asking me questions. I could see the curiosity in her eyes when it came to my skin tone. I knew she wanted to ask. And it was more than okay that she didn’t.

After the small interview, she gave me some papers to fill out. ‘’I really do hope you consider us.’’ She said in Korean this time. ‘’We’d be happy to have you, have a nice night.’’ I had been able to keep up the charade that I wasn’t as nervous as I appeared at first. But as soon as I walked out of the clothing store, I let out a huge sigh of relief. Then frowned at once seeing how dark it was. But I had been keeping up with messaging my mom everyone hour almost on the dot.

I put my cell in my bag and slipped the strap of my bag over my chest out of habit. Creeps were everywhere around the world and I knew that Korea was no exception.

I kept my head down for the most part… I don’t remember being on this side of the street? Where did my bus stop go? When did I heard turned around? And how? I stood on a far side of the street next to an older looking bar and pulled out my map. ‘’Okay, Amy.’’ I told myself. ‘’Calm down. Just tell your mom the truth when you’re late because there’s no way anyone is coming to get you all the way in downtown Gwanju.’’ Yeah, telling myself that didn’t really make me feel better but it helped a bit. And that’s all I needed pretty much.
So I started walking again. Maybe I could find a directory or even another bus stop. What time did buses stop running again?

I was walking away from the shopping plaza, Y’know away from actual people, when I noticed them.

There were about three in front of me on the other side of the street. Three guys that were burning a hole in the side of my face, Theye were staring and I could hear excited whispers, well attempt at whispers. One of them called out to me, and from the corner of my eye I saw that he had chocolate brown hair. He had a deep voice. And he was speaking a little English. ‘’Hey, You there!’’ I tried to imagine that he was calling someone else. But I was the only one out here at the moment. I heard footsteps as they crossed the street over to me.

‘’I know you heard me, girlie.’’

 And in Korean he turned to his buddy. ‘’This should be fun.’’ The other one laughed, and his friend with the honey blonde hair stayed quiet. I kept my head down and picked up my pace. The second one beside his friend behind me yelled in Korean: ‘’Jooheon! Don’t let that one get away.’’

 I was in full panic mode when I looked up and saw two more guys in front of me. The one called Jooheon had eyes that were more cut crease, and he wore a black backwards had over his short cropped black hair. The hat had a single X on it. I stared at it for a while before backing up. But I backed up right into the arms of the honey blonde one. Okay, let’s think. I only had about 40 dollars worth cash and the rest was in a card in the bottom of my shoe. My dad had taught me to do that.

‘’Please.’’ I whispered. For a second I had forgotten how to speak another language. This caused them to laugh, and other guy beside the one called Joonheon, who had red tousled hair and wider eyes, grabbed me by the arm and dragged me into the light. ‘’Ooh.’’ He cooed grabbing my face between his thumb and forefinger, tilting my head this way and that. He spoke Korean the whole time. ‘’She’s an exotic, look.’’ He said turning my head to the guy who had called out before.

 ‘’What do you think, Wonho?’’ He asked, Wonho replaced the other guys hands and took my face in his large ones. ‘’KiHyun… I think we struck gold, yeah?’’ I was now clear to me that they didn’t think I understood them. I didn’t play that shit.

‘’ Kihyun, the one with the red hair smiled and moved some hair behind my ear. I slowly started to build up a loud scream. I had been in choir, I knew how to hit the high notes. I was cursing myself out though.


I tried to muster what I could in Korean. But I was shaking. It was like I wasn’t even fluent. ‘’I don’t have a lot of money, Okay? I don’t know what you want?’’ They smiled. ‘’SO she is a little Korean mixup. Oh Honey, we don’t want your money.’’ I felt my heart jumpstart at that sentence and I quickly attempted to break free from the arms of the honey blonde and tried to sprint off. ‘’Damn it, Hyungwon!’’ snapped Jooheon. ‘’And Shownu made you his got damned Co-leader.’’ They were running after me. I searched for places to go, I let out a few screams along the way.

And then it happened so fast. I didn’t even see him get out of the shiny red car. He tackled me, causing me to yell in pain because he tackled me on my side.
‘’Good job, I.M. ‘’ crooned Kihyun. The one called I.M roughly pulled me to my feet and held my arms tight, before pushing me back into the arms of the honey blonde, one.

‘’Where you goin’ Honey? Party hasn’t even started yet.’’

That’s when I screamed again. The one with the red ,hair, Kihyun, growled. “Shut up!” he growled. He looked over my head and squinted. “Don’t you let your grip slip again, rookie.” he hissed. I turned to look up at Hyungwon, who said nothing and looked away from me.

Jooheon looked over at me and over me. He then pulled out his phone to shine it’s light on me. “Hmm.” Kihyun looked over and smiled. “I mean, I’ve never seen one like that before. She’s a freaking Cutie.” I jabbed my foot at him when he tried to touch me. Causing him to jump back and shout in excitement. “Whoo!! Look, she’s got some fight in her. Passive little thing.” he said “this is going to be really fun.” to

Jooheon chuckled and nodded. “Don’t bruise her, whatever you do, don’t bruise her.” He instructed. “And don’t kill her. Shownu might have our heads for that. Got it?”


my sudden ‘fuck that’ sense started to come into play. They weren’t going to get what they wanted from me without getting a fight out of it first. I wouldn’t go down like that. Never had I been put in a situation where I had to take on about five guys, but I had beat a bitch’s ass in school once, even though I had not wanted to fight. But she had been trying it.

So, prentending to be submissive I leaned into Hyungwon’s hold, I was actually preparing to bite him in the arm. Turning my face to a more fleshy place; I parted my lips.

I knew that I could get a could get a good grip and run far before they could catch up. And my positivity about them probably having guns was well over 9000.

I felt a hand on my side then. Feeling me up. It was the one called Jooheon. I brought my leg up and kicked him straight in the sternum. He stumbled backwards and it was silent for a few seconds. The force of my kick had caused Hyungwon’s hold to loosen and I was on the ground.

I felt force on me as I was held down, but I pushed up and tried to get myself in a kneeling position. Because kneeling positions sometimes turned into running positions.

I was well on my way until I heard something click close to my face.
Jooheon, now breathing heavily, was holding a gun very close to my face. Smiling like the joker. Kihyun smiled a little. “Lets show her why we’re named Monsta X.” He suggested while looking around at the other’s. I.M. smiled, And the one called Wonho laughed and went to replace Hyungwon’s place behind me. He pulled my arms so tight behind my back I groaned. He held my arms with one hand and my face with the other, making me look at Jooheon. I didn’t dare try to scream with a pistol pointed at my face.

with his free hand, Jooheon kept the gun pointed at my face and the other was undoing his felt at a fast pace.

Now I felt screwed. I started to shake violently. For a while, I could only hear my own sobs, but they were drowned out a second or two later by three warning shots heard overhead.

Since when had I closed my eyes?

I was now looking up at a confused Jooheon. His hand had lowered and his pants were halfway down. Wonho’s hold also loosened. In the distance I heard.

“I know you mother fuckers aren’t on our turff again!” growled a voice. But they sounded excited. I took this time in confusion to thrust my head back again Wonho. Causing him to groan and fall back. I scrambled to grab my bag and made a beeline for the upper sidewalk. Being in the middle of turf war in downtown Gwanju wasn’t on my agenda for the weekend. And I hadn’t even finished unpacking my boxes.

I didn’t make it very far up the sidewalk. I felt something grabbing me from behind. I turned to face the honey blonde, Hyungwon. “I..I can’t let you leave.” he told me. Why did he sound so hesitant?

The shouts and yells from the opposite direction quickly snapped me back into reality. “Let.,me. Go!” I screeched at him., at first choosing to make no sudden movement because I was sure he had a gun,too.

But to my surprise. He let me go. And I turned to continue up the sidewalk. I made it to the entrance to an alleyway, on the other side I could see brighter city lights. That. That was my way to safety and I knew it.

I stopped to catch my breath, looking over my shoulder a few times in paranoia.

Then, I haunched over to let the warm salty tears slide down my face. I hated feeling weak., but I was still scared. So I continued down the alley to safety.


As I neared the exit, I heard a loud clear engine and before I knew it I was cut off by a large dark blue Chevy suburban. The door burst open and I was grabbed by a man who sported Mohawk And a few tattoos. I screamed and he roughly pushed me into the truck into the arms of another man I couldn’t see.

“Haaa! Bitch, you thought!! That you thought you got away huh?! The fuck you thought this was?” said a voice in the front seat.

I couldn’t hold it anymore, I was in full swing of panic mode. So I just busted I started screaming sobbing and shaking all the same time.

“LET. ME. GO!!” I screamed making sure was a loud one, if I knew one thing that annoys my brother and my dad or got to the most, it was when I would yell and scream like a toddler, I had a scream to make anybody believe that I was being tortured somewhere. One time an argument has gotten so bad with my brother juniper, the neighbors called the cops because I thought I was being hit. But this didn’t faze the guys.

The one who was holding me, the one with the Mohawk laughed. “Hey, GD. pull over real fast.” The one he called Gd, who was in the front seat, the one who had addressed me. gave a simple grunt of acknowledgement before accelerating to a spot unknown. Once arrived in what looked like the middle of nowhere with a few houses down the strip and a Clear field on the other side, he pulled over.

The one with the Mohawk reached up in front of me to turn on the light of the car. And then three pairs of eyes were looking down on me. The guy beside me, the one the guy with the Mohawk threw me to had medium- length tousled brown hair and the fullest lips I’ve ever seen aside from the ones on my brothers juniper. Cocked his head curiously to the side at me.

The one called GD was smiling at me. He had faded orange and pink coloured hair, not an ugly faded but more of a purposely faded. And had a baby face not like the one with full lips beside me. But it was still somewhat of a baby face he also cut his head in curiosity. And then he made a sort of 'huh’ sound in the back of his throat. “Well I’ll be damned.” said baby face. “Look at this cutie!” he was speaking Korean. Oh yeah, because I had shouted to them in English that’s probably always thought I knew. Or maybe not maybe they just liked to express that they knew English too.

GD unbuckled his seatbelt and turned around completely to face us. He was appraising me with his eyes obviously. Looking me over not like I was something to eat, but like he was curious about what I was doing in downtown Gwanju.

“So what do we have here?” He asked me. He was still speaking English and I had to admit that it was pretty perfect it was pretty articulate. I could barely tell there was an accent in there somewhere.

The one with the Mohawk spoke up next,“did you not get their money in time,little worker?”

I started crying all over again. And not because I was scared this time because I had just been greatly fucking offended. Tears spilled over from my eyes onto my cheeks and anger spilled out from every pore and radiated all over my body. I hardly turned to the guy with the Mohawk and yelled, “fuck you! I’m not a whore and I don’t know those guys! Monster mash or Monsta X. What ever they called themselves. So just let me the fuck out of this creepy stalker van and we’ll call it a night!!”

Mohawk stared at me for a long time, and his left eye I kind of started to twitch. And then he grabbed my throat and both of his hands and bent real close to me. “Who in the living fuck do you think you are talking to little girl?!” It was like something within him snapped because as soon as he squeeze down on my neck he let go really fast and took a breather like he was catching himself. He did a movement with his hand and quietly recited a mantra I couldn’t understand.

In the front seat, GD laughed. It wasn’t mocking laugh, I could tell it was genuine. He threw his head back and chortled a few times before taking a deep breath and turning back to look at us. “I like her.” He said with a grin. Then he revved up the car again.

“Let’s take her to the big boss.” He said at last. His eyes looked off towards the field from the 10 to Windows. But soon he started to drive again. I cursed myself again. Not only Was I in crap load of danger, stuck in a very large car with three probably very dangerous men, but I was way past curfew. And I’m pretty sure the big boss was scarier than 3 of these men combined. And I really, really wasn’t looking forward to it.


I knew I had majorly fucked up.

The building we arrived to look like a small nightclub. But the outside lights were off like it was closed, obviously.

 The guy with the Mohawk open up the door and instructed baby face to follow suit. He pulled me out and started to walk in front of me towards the entrance of the club doors. On instinct, I let my eyes wander this way and that searching for a way out.

The guy with the Mohawk opened up his mouth to speak.,“don’t you-” I knew for sure he was going to finish the sentence with even think about running

But I already started .

Swiftly and roughly, the guy with the baby face grab me from behind and when he tried to pass me off to the guy with the Mohawk I responded by reaching up with my legs and kick him in the face… My heart sank when I noticed a few minutes later blood was dripping from his nose. Oh yeah, I was about to die.

But the guy with the Mohawk made no move to harm me physically. As GD laughed, the guy with the Mohawk started shouting obscenities in a different language, probably Japanese. And the guy with the baby face said nothing but I could hear his quiet chuckling behind me. I didn’t understand; what kind of gangsters were these?

The guy with the baby face followed Gd and the guy with the Mohawk to the club doors, and then GD unlocked it before walking in. I had tried with my legs to grab the door frame and hold on to it with my foot, but baby face roughly jerked me and pushed me forward.

The inside of the small club smelled of smoke and incense. Why they hadn’t bothered to cover my eyes or mouth was a mystery to me but now my throat hurt and I had stopped screaming I was exhausted by then. The walls were a blood orange red with some art pieces hanging up. I kind of got lost staring at them.

We followed Gd until he told baby face to stop then I was roughly pushed out to a lounge couch, with my hands tightly folded over my chest and babyface put his leg over mine and keep me from moving. The guy with the Mohawk was gagging and spitting out blood wiping out his nose furiously with the sleeves of his grey jacket.

After GD left to get 'the big boss’ the guy with the Mohawk furiously turned to me. In english, he said: “do you know how much this fucking jacket cost?” I stared at him for a while trying to give him my best tough girl look, but buckling and turning my head to look at the floor. Not because he scared me. But because I didn’t want to look at him right now, blood bothered me I didn’t give a single fuck about his jacket.

A part of me even hoped I broke his nose.

I had asked a million reasonable questions the whole ride there, and after failing to get answers like I wanted, I just gave up.

I still continue to stare at the ground when I heard voices heading our way. “ those kids just need a good ass whooping, maybe that’ll teach them to stay off of our turf.” said a smooth voice. Then a colder, deeper voice rang out with , “ wait a minute, wait a minute. You say she kicked him? Kicked Taeyang?” I couldn’t tell if his tone was impressed or not.

I even then cut my head down as he spoke though. I just wanted to get out of here! I didn’t deserve this I was literally walking downtown minding my own goddamn business when those monsters showed up. “ woah Shit.” Said the smoother voice. “ she looks like a little doll.”

“Hey sweetheart look here.” With that being said, I was suddenly looking up at Gd, he had my face in his unusually soft hands. And for a few minutes, I could only focus on him. My eyes scanned over his androgynous features; his captivating eyes and soft looking lips that we’re curved up in a smile. I swear I was getting lost, but then the deeper voice, the one I had heard earlier called out: “ look at me.”

I was hesitant at first, but then I let my eyes travel so I could match a voice to a face.

And then I choked on air of my breath was caught in my throat.

The man staring down at me was no doubt handsome, he had a stern look in his hard eyes. But a corner of his lip was tilted up in a sort of half moon smile as he looked down at me. But he wasn’t looking at me like I was some kind of interesting art piece, he was looking me up and down like a farmer getting ready to purchase cattle. Or how my brother would look at a slice of pizza. Which I guess is a kind of art piece on its own.

Either way it went, he was making me dangerously uncomfortable.

I didn’t know how gentle his hand would be, so I flinch when he reached out to take my face from Gd’s hands into his own. That caused him to chuckle.

“Stand up.” he demanded. All at once, I felt baby face’s arms release me and leg move away from mine. Then I was coaxed to my feet. the man with the cold eyes, sharp jawline, and handsome face tilted his head this way and that looking at me. My face still in his hand. Then he started to circle me.

Pretty soon they’re all circling me. Well, except the guy with the Mohawk he was sitting sourly on a chair hold it across to his nose and looking down at his phone, muttering. I noticed know how tall the man was. Taller than me, taller than most of the other gang members here. I felt like an ant. But besides that, I was getting fed up with them circling me.

In Korean, the men started to speak again. “What was she doing on that side of town?” asked the medium height one with the short black cropped hair. He actually sounded kind of concerned but most of it sounded like curiosity. GD was behind me now, he had shot his hands in his pockets but my face and automatically turned when he started speaking. “Maybe she was telling the truth, maybe Monsta X was just playing bully.” turning to him, I said in Korean, I told him. “I am telling the truth!”

Babyface stood up and looked at me. “Or Maybe she owes them something. I’m not saying she’s lying, but they might go after her again. They’re like little kids in time out; don’t like it when play time is over. Shownu might come for his toy again. Hell, he didn’t even get a chance to play with it.”

What the hell?! I really had nothing to do with this I don’t remember putting “ get caught in a turf war.” On my bucket list!

I was shaking. They were like wolves circling me. I decided to scream out of the tall one, the one of the smug smirk. He was the one who was obviously in charge. “Who are you are what’s going to stop those… Those monsters from coming after me again?! ” My questions it started up again and I demanded answers. I didn’t care how scared I was at the moment. Which was actually very scared.

The tall one smiled a little wider, like he was looking down at the most wonderful bowl of ice cream on a hot day. He straightened out his grey and black blazer and raised a sleek eyebrow. “You can call me TOP… And you, my little tiger lily.. You’re gonna be my girl.”

I can only imagine how wide my eyes were right now. That sentence, it would forever ring in my head. “Gonna be my girl.” I knew that my mouth was slightly ajar, but I couldn’t find the strength to close it. And I just stared at him like he was crazy. Not only was he probably years older than me, what he was a thug. And didn’t even know my name!

When I finally found my voice I shouted; “ what the hell? No!” The man with the cropped black hair, babyface, and the guy with the Mohawk looked slightly taken aback. My fear was suddenly being placed by adrenaline. Slowly, but surely.

“No?” Said the one who called himself T.O.P his sleek eyebrow raised and he began to look down at me in a scolding manner. “ yeah, you heard me I said no.” Even though I felt like I was about to piss myself, I stared into his eyes. His cold stare burning a hole in my face. But I held my own. But faltered a little when I heard GD scoff behind me and say. “Ooh Shit. She don’t know who she talking to.”

I clench my jaw and cross my arms as I shook my head slightly. “ look mister.” I started, “ I have literally nothing to do with this, I was minding my own business when those wannabe thugs showed up and started harassing me. So if you could show me the way to the highway so I can get myself home that would be great and if I could never see you again that would be even better.” I heard another scoff
from GD behind me.

 " I really hope they have room in the morgue.“

Now, I didn’t know what GD meant, but in my mind he would remain PI; professional instigator.

T.O.P took my face in his hand again, this time a little more roughly. ” no one’s ever refused me.“ He said in a low tone. His voice was very quiet but it reached my ears clearly. I know the conversation was English, and he was speaking it quite well. So I knew he understood me when I had said no.

"Hun, you’re in Gwangju, looking like a little doll. You think those boys are going to stop after one night? You think Gwangju doesn’t have other gangs here? you’re dead wrong.” I thought back to when one of the members of Monsta X had pulled a gun and held it to my face… And judging by how these guys help themselves, I knew that they would probably actually shoot me. I guess tonight I just got lucky.

T.O.P turned his head to his gang members and made a jerky movement with his head. As if on cue they jumped up in about face and exited the room from the other side. Leaving me and their leader alone. I watched after them with my eyes silently praying that GD or somebody else would come back and get me, take me with them because the more time I spent with this man, the more my stomach turned.

“Alright doll, ” T.O.P’s voice startled me. He had taken a step back to look me over again. I felt mentally violated and he hadn’t even touched me yet. Hopefully it would stay that way. I kept my eyes locked on him the whole time, primarily his hands.

“L-look.” I called out shakily, I just wanted to get his attention. Maybe if I apologized really quickly and acted like a submissive little bitch, he would let me go. He would forget this night even happen and I will never have to see him again. But that meant that I would probably have to find work close to home too. But he was ignoring me for the time being. So I kept going anyways. “ this rivalry stuff is really none of my business! I was seriously just in the wrong place at the wrong time if you could just let me go-”

“Come sit down.” he said interrupting me, he sat down on the lounge couch with one leg crossed over the other comfortably, then he pat a spot next to him. “Come on, come sit.” I slowly walked over to where he was and sat down on the couch. In my mind I was actually coming up with the best lie to tell my mother for when I actually returned home. Really good excuse for why I was late. My mother never hit me before, I had a feeling that if the lie wasn’t good enough she would slap the living daylights out of me.

I set a ways away from him, and I didn’t look at them either. He draped an arm over the back of the couch. “What were you doing on this side of Gwanju?” He is placing his hand me my chin and told him I had to look up at him, on instinct I took my face out of his hands. “ no offense mr. But that’s none of your business, my name isn’t hun! It’s not baby its not Tiger Lily its not doll. I just want to go home.” T.O.P what a single, harsh chuckle and turned back to me.

“I already like you, and my name isn’t mister. It’s T.O.P or Choi, if you prefer.” he told me.“Alright then, Choi.” I mocked. He pursed his lips before turning to me. “You got spunk little one, what are you, like 19?”

“17.” Corrected at once. And then I saw something flicker in his eyes and he sucked his teeth and swore.

“Shit, super jail bait.” But then he looked back over at me in the same sentence, and my face with his eyes, and smiled slightly. “Fuck it, I’ll risk it.”

Risk it? Risk it?! Oh no. Oh no. My head was reeling with a million different questions once again. Choi suddenly looked at me… Well, no stared at me is more accurate. It was like he was deep in thought, thinking about something. “Alright. I think I can make this work.” he said at last. He stood up and then turned to me “Come on,” he told me. “Let’s go.”

Out of fear, and like a smart person who had some common sense I asked him where he was going to take me. He actually didn’t answer me at first, he pulled me up by my arm and drag me through the club opposite the way of where his gang members went. He dragged me into the heart of the club where the dance floor was and I realize that the club was a lot bigger than I thought it was. The floor was clean, spacious, and there was a stage with a large stereo system off to the side. On the opposite side of this room there was of course, a bar. That’s where he dragged me. Behind the bar , there was a single door. Choi quickly opened it and pushed me through. even when he turned on the light, it took me awhile to realize that it was a garage.

“Pick one.” he said behind me. I turned to look at him in question and he gave me a kind of 'duh’ look as he gestured to the line of cars.

Understanding, I slowly approached the red car. It was as read as the walls in the club. Choi purred a little in approval. “The Fisker Karma. Good eye.” He told me. I rolled my eyes, enough god damn games!

“Where are you taking me?!” I said more forcefully. “ I figured mommy and daddy are for sure worried by now, little princess. So I’m taking you home obviously.” How the hell were his actions in any way obvious?

“How do I know that’s what you’re really doing?” In a suspicious tone. It was true that my brother was the one who got more paranoid more often than not. But his hunches were almost never wrong about things, and because of that I always listen to him and it caused me to be wary of people as well. My dad was that way too. Never to be overly trusting, always to be wary of others. Always suspicious.

Choi pulled out aqui seemingly out of nowhere and unlock the car. “ I’m a lot of things.” He began to say to me as he opened up the side door for me. “ that includes being a man of my word, I said I was going to take you home so that’s what I’m going to do. Now hush up and get in.”

I stared at him for a little while, and he stared back at me this whole night has been full of intimidating stares, empty threats, confusion and frustration. But finally after believing him, I got into the car. I just hope it didn’t turn into some kind of alpha dog situation.

For the most part of the ride, aside from giving him directions, I stayed quiet. And I didn’t look at him. I felt it hard to look at him right now or at all I didn’t know this gangster, lobster or whatever. & I didn’t want to. his whole aura has spilled onto the floor then it yelled danger. I knew my dad is watching over me right now, which is probably why I had gotten away without getting shot or hurt anyway. But I had to ask myself what he was thinking right now. What would you say to me?

Thinking about my dad, thinking about what he would probably say to me if you know what was going on. What he was saying it mean if I was 3 hours past curfew and hadn’t called him. Made me cry. I didn’t mean to tear up in front of this gangster, but I couldn’t help it. The overwhelming sensation of fear, worry and nostalgia has finally caught up with me. And then warm salty drops of water started to fall down my cheeks.

“Hey, look, hun. Im not gonna hurt you. You don’t have to cry look I’m following your instructions just the way you told me to.” said T.O.P beside me. I sniffled. “It’s not that.” I told him and then quickly made up a lie; “it’s just been a really long night.” Why was I telling him is this? He didn’t care. So I sat back in the seat and looked out the window until it was time for me to give him his next direction.

“…what’s your name?” Surprised, I turned glanced at him for a few seconds. It would have been almost an hour and a half and it was the first time he was asking that question. Jerk.

“Amaryllis.” I answered. Choi hummed in thought and made a turn where I told him to before responding. “ amaryllis, that’s kind of pretty.” I felt my cheeks heat up a little bit. I quickly and quietly thank him and then set up window area start to look even more familiar to me. I panic at the thought of him knowing where I lived, I definitely didn’t want that so I told him to stop at a bus stop near the neighborhood.

“Here?” he asked me. “Why here?” What happened if I told him I didn’t want him to know where I lived? Oh well, who the hell cares.

“Ah. Um, I’ll walk from here. I’m probably already in trouble, I don’t want to show up with some man in a strange car. My mom will certainly blow her top like some maternal volcano.” I thanked him for the ride as I unbuckled my seatbelt. I grabbed my bag from the back seat and tossed the strap over my shoulder securely. I special to screen when I felt Choi’s hand on my arm. He pulled me back into him so close our lips are inches apart. I really didn’t know how I felt about him kissing me even though he hadn’t even done it yet. “Don’t think this is goodbye. ” he mumbled in a low tone, he stared deep into my eyes and his half moon smirk was back on his face.

“ this ain’t over and I will find you again my little lady. Got it?” I quickly looked down at his hand on my arm in a vice like grip. What the hell had I gotten myself into? Feeling obligated, I nodded my head and under a single obedient. “I understand.” looking pleased with my answer, Choi also nodded. “Good girl. I’ll be seeing you, ight?” with that, he let me go. I still back on the sidewalk and watch the gave me a final swift hard before driving away. And then I walked the opposite way towards the house.

Hopefully my lie would satisfy my mother.

Intertwined(Part 4)

//Part 1//  //Part 2//  //Part 3//

Author’s note: This became longer than expected lol 


Again & Again - keane

Misguided ghosts - paramore

Goodbye in Her Eyes - Zac Brown Band

Pairing: Reader x Jinyoung(GOT7)

Word Count: 1900+

Genre: Angst

Originally posted by jypnior

I give my tiny bedroom one last look, making sure I didn’t to forget anything important. It funny how I can fit all of my most prized possessions in one small suitcase. Concluding that there was nothing left for me in this closet of a room, I pick up my suitcase and closed the door behind me. I truthfully didn’t know where I was supposed to end up today but going upstairs and eating something is a start. I slip past other servants, feeling out of place with my different shade of clothing. Already feeling like a stranger among people I known my whole life. I found my way to the stairs that lead to the kitchen and started climbing, thinking I will not be returning to the basement for a long time.

    I open the door to the kitchens and an odd sight stops me in my quest to find breakfast. Mostly everything was in place, the head cook dealing out duties for the day, cooks firing up the stoves, servants setting out the china for the day. But one thing that caught my eye was Jackson and the man he was having a conversation with. This man was dressed in male equivalent of the clothing on my body. He was in nice suit pants, a white shirt with the sleeve rolled up to just below the elbows and a black vest that matches his pants perfectly. His tie was the same shade of my dress and tied perfectly. His hair looks like he showered on a regular and not one hair was out of place. It was brown and his smile was soft. I walked slowly over to my friend and this stranger, trying to pick up what they were talking about.

    “So you worked with the royal family your whole life?” I slipped beside Jackson

    “Yes my mother was a nanny to the princes,” the man replied with a smile. He glanced away from Jackson and into my eyes. I was taken back by how I was already finding myself trusting this man. ”ah you must be the girl I’m looking for. Miss Y/L/N?”

    “Yes, that would be me.” I bow to him. I hear him chuckle. I look back at him, wondering if I have already messed up.

    “Sorry, you don’t need to bow to me we are the same rank now. Let me introduce myself. My name is Mark Tuan and I will be training you.” he stuck his hand out for me to shake. I took it with a faint redness creeping upon my cheeks.

    “It nice to meet you. Sorry, I’m not used to my new rank yet.” I let go of his hand and gripped onto the suitcase again. he had the air of a gentleman

    “It is quite alright, but we must get going, I have much to teach you and we need to get you settle into your new room.” he smiled at me again and turned himself to Jackson. “It was nice talking to you Jackson, I hope we run into each other again.”

    He placed a hand on the small of my back and leads me out to the large main hallway of the castle, on the way taking my suitcase out of my hands. The main hallway of the castle wasn’t really a hallway, it was more of a large room. At one end were the huge front doors, always guarded. On the left side, there were doors that lead off to the library, large sitting area and other rooms I never been in. On the right side were the kitchens and the large ballroom that connected to the kitchen and the gardens. Finally at the end of the large room was a large staircase that splits half way up into opposite directions. Mark leads me up the stairs and to the royal family living area.

    “So how are you feeling today? Sleep well?” I was taken back by these question. No one above me has ever asked me how I was feeling.

    “I’m feeling okay, a bit nervous though.” I decided this was a man I could be a little honest with.

    “Don’t be nervous, if you inherited any of your mother talents, you’re going to do just fine.” My mother?

    “You knew my mother?” I ask quietly.

    “As a child yes, My own mother was her best friend.”


    “She would watch over me when I was young when my mother was fulfilling her duties and couldn’t take me with her. I remember she was kind and never raised her voice against me. She would let me draw and sneak me sweets sometimes.” my brain couldn’t function with this new information. Here stood a man I only met moments ago, who known and spent time with my own mother. Who I never got to meet. I stop right in my tracks, catching my breath and trying to stop the tears that were threatening to spill over. Why was I crying? Was I jelous?

    “Are you okay?” Mark had stopped and turned around when he noticed I wasn’t following

    “Yes, sorry I don’t know what came over me.” I wiped away the tears, as I saw Mark coming closer.

    “I didn’t mean to make you upset,” he brought his free hand up and started to rub my arm in comfort. “ I just thought you would want to know more about her.”

    “No, it’s okay, people just never talked about my mother. Even my father didn’t like talking about her a lot.” I wiped the last tear away and gave a smile back to mark. “Thanks you for telling me.”

    “Are you sure?” I give him a nod and we set off again to the royal quarters. He placing his hand on my back again.

    The royal living area made up about half of the second floor( the other half, I had no clue). It was complete with a dining area, studies, bedrooms and a few common areas for the family. The servant quarters were set just to the side of them equipped with a few bedrooms, an office for the head of the staff(which I learned was mark’s father) and even a small kitchen for making tea and small snacks. I also learned that I would be sharing a room with two other maids. As mark lists off more details, I found it harder and harder to keep up. He stopped in front of a door and looked back at me.

    “I know it all seems daunting but it will come with time. Trust me.” He turns the knob and pushed the door open. “Welcome to your new home.”

    Mark led me down a small hallway and stop again in front of an another door. I look at a piece of paper that was pinned to the door and it read the names of two other girls and my own.

    “Now you not going to have time to unpack, so just leave your suitcase on your bed and you can unpack tonight.” I give a small nod to him and open the door. The room was small but compared to my old room, it looked giant. There was a bunk bed on one side of the wall and another bed on the other.  I suppose the bed without sheets was mine. I quickly place my suitcase down and walk back out the small room.

    “Hold on.” mark turned me to face him and tugged a bit on my hat. “ it was a bit lopsided, you want to make a good impression on Jinyoung I hope.”

    “I’m already meeting him?”

    “You’re going to help me get him ready for the day. It will be a part of your daily duties.” mark started to lead me down the small hallway again. “I’ll be with you the whole time, you will be fine”

    Mark knocked quietly on a door and after waiting a few moments, let himself in. I follow behind, trying to keep myself hidden behind mark tall frame. Jinyoung was sitting up in his bed, reading a paper with others scattered around him. He brow was furrowed and he wore a frown. I have only been in his room once before. It was quite huge compared to my own. He had bookcases lining the walls and a large desk in the corner. There was a small hallway that connected to the bathroom and his closet and a pair of french doors that led onto the balcony.

“Hey mark, I was wondering when you were going to show up. These stupid reports are giving me a headache. I think I’m going to take my breakfast in my room today. I really don’t want to deal with my mother antics this mor-” Jinyoung had finally put down the paper in his hand and look over to where mark and I were standing. “Who’s your friend?”

“This is your new maid, miss Y/L/N” mark took a step to right and nudged me forward. I bowed quickly to avoid his eyes.

“Oh umm, it nice to meet you.” at least Jinyoung was smart enough to pretend we never met before.

“Yes I will-” mark was interrupted by an another knock. Mark turn around and opens the door. It was another servant. She quickly leaned up and whispered something in mark’s ear. They exchanged quick conversation and the other servant turns to leave.

“I must go take care of something real quick. Y/N do you know how to make a bed?” I nod quickly. “Perfect I want you to make Jinyoung bed while I’m away.”

Mark turns to the door and closes it behind him. It was quiet for a moment. But Jinyoung breaks the silence, he always does.

“So you’re my new maid. This is just perfect.” he leans himself back in his bed and lets out a sigh. “I mean it could be worse.

“How could this be worse?”

“You could be my brother’s new maid.” he opens his eyes and looks at me with a smirk on his face. I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding and let out a true laugh.

“Man I was completely content with Mark serving me. I guess this is just going to make my life a bit interesting.”

“So you weren’t the one who set this whole thing up?”

“Nope, I respected that fact you wanted to move on. I alway try to give you what you want. I suspect this is my mother doing. She never liked the fact I was friends with Mark, a servant boy.” I felt a little better knowing Jinyoung had nothing to do with this.

“Well, there no point dwelling on this. You’re stuck with me whether you like it or not.” I sighed out

“I mean I going see you every day, so I like that part but it does make this whole moving on business a little more difficult.”

“Doesn’t help you talking like that either.” I spat back at him. feeling the last couple of day become too much. “I don’t want to be here. I want to be back in the kitchens. Where you’re just a memory. I’m here because I have to be. I’m a servant so I must serve. So please move so I can make your stupid bed.”

Jinyoung was surprised at my sudden outburst and started to quickly grab at the papers around him. He slipped out of his bed and walked over to his desk, whispering something about being sorry. I move over to his bed and started to gather the sheets. I could already tell this was going to be a long day and breakfast wasn’t even over.

Mark is such a sweetheart in this. As always I hoped you guys enjoyed reading this as much as I loved writing it!!<3

Every Freaking year…. air conditioning out 96 on the sun, still 87 out at midnight… gah
I’m outta here.

Sweltering, the word itself was oppressive, hot, sultry, horrible, but somehow that didn’t even manage to cover it. Somehow airless, breathless, stifling, broiling, scorching, sizzling just did nothing to bring to bear the actual feel of this heat. Yes, we saw the news where it had said it was a heat wave, and yes as Murphy loved me so dearly of his flock that he never lost an opportunity to show me exactly what devotion he holds for me. Gods know that I never was one of those old southern ladies plied with talcum to the point they were pressed and powdered teacakes by the afternoon. I am certain that the gods had designed my people for the cold. So, this was very nearly hell on earth, 100 degrees in the shade, heat index pushing it into the 120s and there goes the manufactured cool air that I had come to rely on for life. I laid on my back, stripped down to a white tank top and a simple cotton pair of panties, literally trying to slow my heart to cool my body, the fan blowing past a frozen water balloon that only served to make the air feel like the heat wash coming from the oven when placing a cake on the baking rack. I know drama, drama, but every soul has that one place that the straw sticks.
I was sticky sweaty felt more like a brazed pork roast rather than human and there he goes Life himself with his god damned “Rise and shine. What a great run!” I rolled my eyes, I have made it readily clear that the only way I run is if something dangerous is chasing me and even then after about 100 yards I would make a deal with the psycho killer that I would stop if he made it quick. Those were regular days ON this day with his overly jolly trotting and motion I found myself literally nauseous,
“Good Morning?? Rise and shine?? Its moments like this darling that I think to myself HOW LUCKY DEAD SOULS ARE! Now back to Hades where you apparently belong.”
He laughed walking through the room on the way to the shower. If I were still living I would be watching, mouth watering as he walked while stripping for the shower, all I could do is roll to my stomach and try even harder to slow my heart and stop breathing. I had nearly drifted off to sleep when I felt that cold dripping water hit my back. I growl, yes, as I had said before had I been human I might have laughed, I might have enjoyed, but right now I was just grumpy. I roll to my side cocked up on my elbow. Oh what caught my eyes, took my breath, so apparently I was still a little bit human. There he stood wide shoulders broad chest dusted lightly with a manly fuzz. He shook his hair over me sprinkling again. He only wore a simple red towel bound around his hips, strong legs still dripping with cool water.
“I knew you couldn’t stay grouchy at me.” He leaned over me his body cool to the touch to set down a glass of Iced water.
He settled over me kissing my neck, the ice cube on his tongue causing my breath to shudder in my chest, it was shockingly cold I expected to see a trail of steam rise from my skin. “I suppose I won’t have to kill you, today.”
He kissed my lips stopping any other words. God, he could kiss any trouble away. “I have an Idea,” and without another word he pulled me from that hollow I had created in the bed and pushed me into his shower. I thought my heart was going to stop, I stood under the stream of water unable to move, shoulders hunkered. The noise coming from me was like a scream but not by expelling air but taking it in with great billows making the noise sound like a wahh. Wahh. wahh. “YOU son of a bitch,” I finally get out as he laughs holding the shower door closed, peeking over the top I saw his eyes how they went from taunting to interested in how exactly see through a white tank top got in cold water.
He pulled the door open letting his towel drop. “Oh my Honey, I had no idea.” That bastard one-sided smile was irritating and sexy. “Let me help you.” He pressed that warm body close to mine, the cold the warm I loved and hated every bit of each. He came in behind me, his hands naturally reaching around for my breasts, oh a perfect fit in his large hands. His thumbs slightly rough through the ribbing of my tank top across the very erect nipples. His lips sliding across the soft skin of my neck, causing me to make small Mewing noises. One minute ago I was cranky and mean and just wanted something to sulk about, but now, I was almost human and I was loving this.
His hands his lips soft and supple and the cool water after the shock had worn off was divine. I turned my head to lick and kiss his Adams apple, it bobbed as he swallowed. Then he spun me in his arms pressing my back to the shower wall the spray hitting us both on the side. He kissed my lips and hunkered pushing me higher on the wall, his muscled thigh finding its home wedged between my own, finally when we are eye to eye, his looking me over. He kisses me I tasted heaven on his lips I drank deeply my tongue lapping up the flavour.
He was delicious, god, did I want him. He kissed me long and deep I moved against him the friction doing delightful things where our bodies touched. He pulled away and watched a surge of electric passion wash over his features like an ocean wave.
His beautiful lips hung so close to mine as his hands slowly glided down my arms. He laced his fingers through mine, pulling them above my head kissing me again. His thigh moved deliciously thrilling me body and soul. A frenzy of butterflies tumble through my body. He holds both my hands now in his one large hand, dangling from his grasp. He begins to coax and caress and keep me bent sweetly deliciously, eagerly to his will. My pulse surges as his lips dance along the skin of my throat, I feel the reaction of my body as I try to move against him. He slides that free hand its fingers deliciously languishing taking its time to reach exactly where I wanted them, god he was the master of this languished torture. Time is the longest distance between two places, and it took him forever to cares and hold. It is my nature to call out prompting and tell him what I want, but I love being at his will and that is really a hard thing to admit, I am not one to relinquish control easily.
He lifts my chin with reverent fingertips, tilting my head back. Gently, pushing my hair from my forehead, tucking it behind my ear, letting his hand slowly softly caress down my neck. Finally, I look up into his wide exotic gorgeous green eyes, he peers down into mine… into my soul, his holding a particularly delicious intensity that changed his from a tranquil sea to a raging surf. As those orbs meet mine, desire burning already deep in mine. He bites his lip dipping in for another kiss. I beat him to it, biting his bottom lip and pulling him to me. I barely stop myself from devouring him whole. When I finally let go he leans in close letting his shaking, raspy breath tickle my face, caress my ear. He whispers his every wanting wish close and low, dirty thoughts and unholy things he wishes that skin on skin contact could cause, the delicious rumble of his rolling thunder voice adding to the evocative monologue. I feel him shiver as I become almost boneless in his hands. His long-lashed lids would flutter closed as he leans into me, needing more, wanting even more than that.
Ah, I sigh, laying again on that divot on the mattress, I feel the breeze kick up and listen as the rain starts falling on the tin roof, I smiled watching him dress wondering still how he can even fathom that necessity. Time itself slowed and I lamented how I love those long rainy afternoons. Those times when an hour isn’t an hour but an eternity dropped delightfully into your hands and magically you know exactly what to do with it. Watching Life deliciously perfect the line of his collar and the crease of the tucks to the tails of his shirt seemed pretty magical. I never wanted realism, I wanted magic. I write… why do I write, because life is pain, life is disappointment, fear, failure, it is completly unsatisfactory. I don’t want to be there, live there. I don’t lie, I don’t tell the exact truth either. I tell what should be, what very much could be, and if in a real universe exactly how it would be a perfect beautiful truth… I know it’s terrible, sinful even, but if it didn’t just go from the hot gates to nirvana I will happily be damned for it!

@peonies-and-poppies @littletesla, @sweetfairy1
Stood Up

Summary: Dan comes to Phil’s rescue and pretends to be his boyfriend after he is stood up for a blind date.

Word Count: 1608

Warnings: None I can think of

Genre: Fluff

A/N: Just a little something from Phil’s POV. Thanks for reading <3!

“Sir, are you ready to order yet?” The tall, male waiter spoke with a thick Italian accent. I had been sitting at the table alone for over half an hour. I was slowly starting to think it may have been a bad idea to let PJ set me up for a blind date.

“No, thank you, not quite. I’m still waiting on my date.” I replied before taking the last sip of my water.

“No offense, sir, but I don’t think he’s going to show up.” The waiter commented. He sat a fresh cup of water in front of me and removed my old glass.

“Maybe she is just running late, and it is a she, by the way.” I said, slightly offended that the waiter automatically assumed I was gay. I never understood how people could be so quick to assume things like that about others.

“Sure, sure” He said with a smirk before leaving to greet an incoming group of guests. Well this one certainly won’t be getting a great tip, I thought to myself. I looked at my phone and saw that it had been nearly forty five minutes past the time I had agreed to meet Mia. I had never been a fan of blind dates. Sure, I loved the surprise, you never know who you are going to meet. However, it’s times like these that you really have to trust the person that set you up, and my faith in PJ was starting to dwindle. I texted him twenty minutes ago and still had no reply. I needed to talk to someone to calm my nerves, so I decided to text the only person who could ever calm me down.


I’m beginning to think I have been stood up…




It’s been almost an hour and Mia isn’t here


Are you kidding? Well, she’s obviously an idiot then


And my waiter thinks I’m gay


Well, is he nice looking?




What? I’m just saying lol


What do I do?


You could tell him you aren’t into guys


Not about the waiter! About Mia!


Good. I would be intensely jealous if you hit on the waiter.


You could wait a bit longer or you could just leave


Should I try to get PJ to call her?


NO. Bad idea.


Well I don’t want to just leave. I’m going to look like a total loser.


Alright. Give me fifteen minutes.


Why? What are you doing?


Making you not look like a loser while simultaneously confirming your waiter’s suspicions.


No, Dan. You don’t have to do that.


Already getting dressed


Really, you don’t have to


You’re at that place by the coffee shop, right?



I sat my phone down and couldn’t help but feel a smile curving across my lips. The waiter was  avoiding my table, which I was thankful for. I wasn’t in the mood for anymore awkward conversation about my sexuality. I had given up on Mia. It had been nearly an hour. I knew she wasn’t going to show up. I should have felt disappointed. I should have felt rejected and alone, but I didn’t. Somehow it didn’t matter anymore. Dan was on his way, and in that moment, it was all that I needed. Dan was my best friend since before we even actually met. No one gets me like he does, he just understands me. If anyone can make a bad situation like this better, it’s Dan.

Fifteen minutes later Dan was walking through the door. My jaw practically dropped when I saw him. He was truly a breath taking sight. He wore black skinny jeans and a simple white button up shirt. Not a hair was out of place, he looked stunning. Before taking his seat at the table he handed me a bouquet of red roses.

“Sorry I’m late, darling. You know traffic was just awful” He said loudly as he took his seat. He wanted everyone to hear, including the waiter who was attending to the table next to us.

“Dan, you’re here.” I smiled and took the roses. They were very pretty. No one had ever given me flowers before.

“Our special night? Wouldn’t miss it for the world, baby.” Dan faked. He wasn’t the best liar when thrown on the spot, but with a little bit of preparation he was quite the little actor.

“And you brought me flowers?” I said with a smile, one that was most definitely not fake.

“Only the best for you, love” Dan said loudly. He wanted the attention of the entire restaurant, and he was making me blush in the process.

“Thank you, babe.” I said awkwardly, trying to help Dan along with the front.

“Don’t be so happy, I bought them from a street vendor who was also selling coconut flavored condoms, which I’m ninety-nine percent sure would automatically give you aids.” Dan leaned forward and mumbled, which elicited a loud laugh from my lips.

Dan called the waiter over and we placed our orders. He was so good at this. He played the boyfriend act so well. I wanted to tell him right then and there how thankful I was,  but I knew it would ruin the charade. He was truly the best friend anyone could ever ask for. Who else going to come help you not look like a loser in front of a whole room of fancy pants people? Dan was always there for me, I didn’t even have to ask. The waiter started to walk away and Dan flagged him back over for one more pompous display,

“Oh, waiter, a glass of red wine for me and my boyfriend please.” He said with a cocky little smirk, one which I must admit looked very nice on him. He played this part very well, indeed.

We made small talk until our food arrived. Dan didn’t mention the situation or how I had just been stood up by a girl that PJ assured me was very, very pretty. It was awkward at first, but somehow with Dan it all felt natural. Surprisingly enough, I was really enjoying myself. In a crowded, stuffy room with classical music playing, it was like we were alone. Everyone else had disappeared. He reached forward and played his hand flat on mine, on top of the table, and I didn’t quite know if he was putting on a front anymore. No one was paying attention to us, and his smile was so genuine that I was starting to think that maybe this could be real.

Our food arrived and I smiled as I watched Dan attempt to eat his spaghetti in a civilized manner. His cheeks were flustered with frustration as he tried to twirl the spaghetti around his fork, which wasn’t working out so well for him. He finally gave up and stuffed the pasta carelessly into his mouth. “You’re boyfriend apparently has no manners” He laughed, using a napkin to wipe the sauce from his mouth.

“It’s okay. Yours doesn’t either.” I laughed before doing the same with my own pasta. Dan smiled and let out a breathy chuckle.

“We much such a classy couple” Dan laughed, his eyes lifted to meet mine.

“Maybe not so much classy, but we are the cutest couple here.” I smiled and saw an unmistakable blush forming on Dan’s cheeks. “Thanks for coming to my rescue today you big dork.”

“Anytime, Phil” Dan replied. We finished our dinner and the waiter brought over the bill, which Dan promptly snatched up.

“Let me pay” He insisted. He reached into his pocked and pulled out his old, black leather wallet.

“No, Dan. You don’t have to do that.” I protested. “I’m the one who made you go on this date”

“I want to, Phil. You deserve it.” Dan insisted. “And you didn’t make me go on this date, it was my idea to come in the first place.”

Dan paid for dinner and soon we were on our way home. Thankfully it wasn’t a very long walk, I was so full that I could barely move.

“Thank you for dinner, Dan” I said, noticing how the moonlight was reflecting off his eyes, bringing out the little flecks of caramel and gold.

“No problem. We should do it again sometime” Dan suggested as he chewed at his bottom lip, a nervous habit of his.

“I would like that. Would it be weird to say that it was probably one of the best dates I’ve ever had?” I asked with a nervous giggle. My hands were shaking. It was all starting to feel too real.

“No” Dan answered as we kept a steady pace down the sidewalk. “Would it be weird to say I like you?”

I stopped dead in my tracks. I couldn’t believe the words I had just heard. Dan stopped and turned to face me. He looked virtually perfect in any lighting, but I have to admit that the way he looked in the moonlight was my favorite. “I like you, Phil. I like you a lot. I can’t ignore it anymore. It feels so real.” Dan confessed.

I pulled him into a kiss and wrapped my arms around him. I laid my head on his shoulder and buried my face in the crook of his neck. “I never thought I would hear you say that.”

Negan’s Girl - Part 4

* gif made by @mypapawinchester *

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

Mila knows Negan since she was a teen, after 5 years they meet again in the apocalypse.


With his hand still on my waist, his body pressed against mine, he looked at me with a big smile, waiting for me to react. It was the most passionate kiss I ever had and I didn’t want it to be over. I knew I probably blushed like hell. I looked down and couldn’t help but smile, I took a step back but he took a hold of my arm and pushed me again against his body, 

“Where are you going, sweetheart?” He asked with a grin, while raising his hand up to my breasts. That’s when the smile vanished from my face and I stopped him quickly, pushing his hand off me. “No.” I said quietly. I felt and looked frightened while taking a few steps back, feeling kinda bad because of my impulsive reaction. He squinted his eyes with a stunned look on his face, “No fucking way…” the two corners of his mouth curled slowly upwards. “What?” I asked with confidence. He looked down and began to laugh, “Are you by any chance a fucking virgin?” he asked, bringing the blush back to my cheeks. I was surprised again by his bluntness. My silence made him to burst out laughing.

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1. Captive Heart, Captive Mind

Summary: Reader had been imprisoned for over five years and cut off from her powers for most of that time. She is ready to give up when she is given one more mission by the mysterious group she has been captured by.

Author’s Note: Ahh! I have never published any fics and I’m super nervous but very excited! Ask me about tags if you would like to! I am hopeful that this turns into a series of 15-25 installments all close to this in length. Please send feedback!

Warnings: Rape/Sexual Assault (NOT graphic, but could be a trigger) Mild violence.


Oh god, please make it stop.

I had my eyes tightly closed so I didn’t have to watch what this man was doing to me. After the first few times, I learned that it was better not to watch. Sometimes, if I closed my eyes hard enough, it was like it wasn’t happening. There were no nameless soldiers forcing themselves inside me over and over and I wasn’t losing a part of myself.

I also keep my screams to myself and ball my fists at my sides. I have scars in the palms of my hand from my fingernails digging themselves in every night. When I used to fight it- when I kept my eyes open- they would get away with it anyway and then beat me afterward for not taking it like the weak woman I was.

The weak woman they made me.

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Paint - Dan

Anon: Can you make a fanfic (or a series) where y/n is an artist-You Tuber and she meets Dan and Phil at a YouTube convention and they’re amazed by her artwork so they want her to make their new merch designs and Dan starts to like her? More things happened between Dan and y/n? Thank you xx

A/N: So I made this a one shot, I got so many series’ that I can’t keep up with rn that it’s insane haha. I do hope that you like this though xx

(Y/YTC/n) - Your you tube channel name


I was sitting in my hotel room, going over my plans for my panel show tomorrow. I use my channel to make art, digital, paint, sketches. you name it and I have probably worked with it. The lamp on my table was dimmed and sitting over my drawing pad, I had soft music playing in the background and I had a glass of wine by my side. I wasn’t really sure what i wanted to do just yet, I was tapping the end of the pencil against the pad just hoping that I would have a stroke of genius. Why I left things to the last minute, I will never know. I drew things down and then erased them back out, the process continued over and over until I gave up and decided to go to bed for the night, hopefully I’ll snag some inspiration before the panel tomorrow. 

When I wake up, it’s about 7:30 in the morning. I groan and climb out of bed, rubbing my eyes to adjust to the daylight, seeping in from the curtains now in front of me. I ease myself off of the bed and begin to stretch, it was really needed. I decided that I should probably shower and get ready then head down to the room where my panel was being held, I still didn’t have an Idea, but maybe being there can draw me some inspiration. I grab a towel from the cupboard and throw it over my shoulder as i walk into the bathroom, but not before picking up my phone so I could listen to music in the meantime. I put my phone on shuffle and turned the taps on the shower, extending my arm out so I could adjust the temperature until it was suited to my liking. I took off my clothes and hopped in before realizing that “Hair” by little mix was playing. Now I couldn’t sing or Dance very well, but hey, when I was in the shower, all bets were off and i would just go for it.

“ ‘Cause he was just a dick and I knew it. Got me going mad sitting in this chair, Like I don’t care “

I took off the shower head and began to use it as a mic in my hands, needless to say that I got pretty carried away. I continued doing this until the song ended then I scrubbed myself clean and got out, i dried myself and my hair, going over it with a hairdryer afterwards to make sure that it was good to go. When I finished, I walked out of the bathroom and to my suitcase, I pulled out a nice black top and a red midi skirt with some nice heels to match and then threw them on. I finished everything else that I needed to such as hair, make up etc and then picked up my phone and my bag before walking out of my hotel room. 

As i open the door to the big room where my panel was, I couldn’t help but notice all the lights and things they were currently putting up. I had never been to one of these things before, I was never that popular until recently, so I was a little overwhelmed at how far I’d come in terms of my art. I never thought that in a million years that I would have a bunch of fans that appreciate my work enough to let me do this as a career. Let’s face it, I wasn’t the skinniest girl in the world and my looks were average, yet most people didn’t seem to care. It was refreshing. I walked up onto the stage, trying to avoid getting in the way of the crew and i just soaked everything in, soon there was going to be hundred of people in here to see me and other you-tubers. I squealed in delight, and then it hit me. The best Idea. 


It’’s now time for the panel, I standing to the side of the stage and I’m so nervous that my palms are clammy, it’s not pleasant. When they call out my name, I put on my best smile and I wave out to the crowd of people, telling them hello’s and such. Myself and the other you-tubers on the panel with me took our seats in thee big red couches and got to talking about where we started and how it’s so different to now, what we do for a living and then we got to questions before each artist took their turn to impress their fans. I sat and watched as the other artists created things, some worked with clay, others with markers and played games with the audience, and then one other artist, she worked with makeup, turned herself into anything the crowd wanted, I was actually quite amazed. but after her when they called my name, That’s when the Adrenalin kicked in.

“Alright everybody, Put your hands together for our next talented artist, (Y/n)” 

I walked up and waved out to the crowd, getting pretty excited with them, when they hushed down after a little while, I began to go on with my panel. 

“So everyone, if you don’t know me I run the (Y/YTC/n) and I can do anything. I work with pens, paints, clay, etc. I can do it all, but what I’m going to do here is treat some of you to a little something.” 

I Removed the black curtain beside me, showing an easel with poster sized glossy paper, meaning that I would be working with markers. I looked back at the crowd and smiled.

“Alright, now I need a  few volunteers” 

Well the crowd went wild now didn’t it. I scouted through the crowd and saw a small girl, she was about 5 foot 2 maybe. she had short purple hair and she wore glasses. I pointed to her with a smile on my face and got security to help her up on stage. With her I chose 2 boys, and another girl. They all stood in a line up on stage and waited for me to talk to them. I walked up to the first boy, he said his name was Harry, and I began to ask him some questions. 

“Okay Harry, so what’s your favourite colour?” 

“Uh, Green?” 

“Okay, and who is your biggest inspiration in life, who do you look up to?” 

“Well, I mean Alfie Deyes is pretty cool, he’s just a chill guy really.” 

“Okay Harry, What If I told you I could draw a poster of you and Alfie together in about two minutes” 

“You see how huge the paper is right?” 

“Oh I know, Can we get a timer somebody?” 

One of the crew members comes out with his phone and prepares the crowd, see I had a secret hidden talent that I haven’t shown with my channel just yet, and that was that I could draw with both of my hands at the same time. I was ambidextrous. The crew member counts me down from 3 and when he says go, I was off. I did the outline as quick as I could, considering this was marker, if I made a mistake, there was no going back, and I did make a mistake once, so I decided to make the hairline look just a little bit thicker. It’s art after all. I finished the outline with about 50 seconds to spare, so I broke out the colours and started to colour in main thins, skin tone, the colour of their pants, and then I gave Harry here a green singlet top, I finished up the hair colours just as the buzzer went off and it was complete. I pulled it off the easel and showed it to the crowd, they all screamed and cheered. The feeling was amazing. 

“Whoa, this is actually amazing.” 

I rolled it up and put an elastic band around it before handing it to the boy

“Well it’s yours now champ, enjoy” 

He seemed pretty happy about that as he walked off stage, I’m so glad this is what I got to do for a living. 

I drew a portrait of iron man for the other boy and then a portrait of Beyonce for the girl. Her attitude sucked by the way, it’s people like her that ruin the fun for everybody. But now I was left with the small girl with purple hair, she looked very sweet. 

“And what’s you name sweetie?” 


“Okay steph, so who is your biggest inspiration, and why?”

She fumbled a little bit, I could tell she was a very shy person, I used to be that way myself. She fiddled with the bracelets on her arms as she brought herself to the mic. 

“Honestly, My inspirations are Dan and Phil, because they know how to cheer me up. Even though I’ve never met them, I just want them to know that they always make me feel better when I’m  sad, they’re just beautiful souls.” 

I smiled as I looked down at her. She seemed really genuine and soft. I decided that I was going to make this a special piece just for her. but little did I know who else would be in the room at that time. 

“Okay, since this is my final one, I’m not going to use a timer. but just before I start. What’s your favourite colour and item that you own? “

“Oh well, I love purple, but my favourite thing I own is my flower crown, it’s made of white roses, but the tips of the petals are a soft pink” 

i smiled at her and nodded before looking out at the crowd.

“Are we ready?” 

The crowd cheered once more. 


When I finished, I pulled it off the easel and showed it to the crowd before showing it to Steph. The crowd gasped and wowed at the image I had just created. I drew Dan and Phil, but I drew her as well, as if they were all taking a selfie. She had a purple dress on and the three of them had matching flower crowns that described what she owned. I took a black marker and signed the bottom corner of it and then I showed it to her. She held the sides of the poster and began to tear up. I pulled her into a hug and she wrapped her arms around me, thanking me for everything, but I think something changed for the both of us, when someone tapped on my shoulder. 

I turned around after Steph had let go and both of the boys were standing before me. I must have looked shocked, probably because they were the people I was least expecting to see. I looked down at Steph and she was just frozen in place as she gazed up her idols. 

“So what have we got here Phil” 

“I don’t know Dan, Say (Y/n) can you hand us the work for a  second” 

I did as they said and they stood there for a few seconds, analyzing the works, constantly looking back and forth at each other as they mumbled things that I couldn’t quite catch. They pulled out one of my markers and signed the bottom of the poster themselves before handing it to Steph. If she wasn’t crying before, then she sure was now. She gave them a hug and they took a photo with her then she bounded off stage with the biggest smile in the world. I thanked everyone for sticking around and I gave a final wave before I got off stage with Dan and Phil. 

As we walked off, Dan called out my name. I stopped in my tracks and looked back at them, giving the both of them a soft smile. 

“Oh I’m so sorry, Hi, I’m (Y/n).” 

“We know, We are quite the fan of your work, I mean, the picture you just did of me and Dan here was quite impressive” 

I blushed, these you tube big timers were acknowledging my works, it was incredible. I shook each of their hands and walked with them until we reached the hallway. 

“So (Y/n), Phil and I are wondering if you have some time to talk, we have a proposition for you” 

“Oh yes, absolutely, let’s go” 


“Wait, So you guy’s want me, this small you tuber who is only just paving her way through the system, to be your merchandise artist??” 

They both looked at each other and then looked back at me with smiles both planted on their faces. Phil took my hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. 

“That’s exactly what we’re saying” 

“See, Dan and I have been looking for someone for a while now, we’ve worked with a few artists, but for either creative differences or personal obligations, none of them could stick around for a permanent position with us. I mean, if you can’t fit in time for it or whatever, we both understand, I mean being an artist that lives in London yourself, you could meet up with Dan or myself, or even the both of us and we could go over idea’s together and such.” 

“What we mean is, we would seriously love it if you could join Phil and I, but we don’t expect an answer right away, take some time to think about it, and then you can call one of us with your decision later, sound fair?” 

“It does, Thank you so much for the opportunity, I’ll think it over for a couple of weeks and then I’ll get back to you guys” 

“No worries, anyway, here is mine and Phil’s number, so just call us when you can with your decision, We hope you can join us, you’re such a talented artist, and I could see us becoming really good friends”

“We’re sorry we can’t stay longer but we have a panel in about 20 minutes, so we’ll catch you later”

“Okay, bye guys, it was nice to meet you both!” 

The both of them waved as they walked away. I was left with a really important decision now. This opportunity was huge, sure with the amount of fans they have, my works would be widely recognized, and i’d  get a flow of traffic coming to me, but this was a lot of time i’d be using to help them. Don’t get me wrong, they were the loveliest guys I had ever met, but I really did need to think about a decision as big as this one. 

after that I decided to put that thought on hold and head back to my hotel room so that I could get ready, there was a big VIP you tuber party going on tonight and I had officially been invited. I had the rest of my day to go about before I had to start getting ready, so i figured I could do some art by the pool, because why not, I had to soak up as much sun as I could before I headed back to London. when I got inside, I walked to my suitcase and pulled out one of my favourite bikini’s and got changed to it, It was bright purple and had little pineapples all over it, I thought it was quite cute. With my pad, my pencil’s, and my phone in my hand, I wrapped a towel around my waist and took the elevator down to the hotel pool. 

The sun felt so warm on my skin as I walked outside, I wasn’t wanting to get into the water today so I took a position under one of those big umbrella’s. I opened up my sketch pad and tapped on the pages once more as I thought about what I could draw, I mean. I was asked by Dan and Phil for a proposition, so maybe if I jotted down some sketches I could have something on the ready if I did decide to take it all on. I figured i could do some realistic black and white sketches of the both of them, even though they were Dan&Phil the super group, People sometimes had a preference, so maybe if I came up with a sweater design for the each of them they could make more sales. 

Time went by as i took my dedication into just drawing away, I loved art, it was always so calming to the mind for me, something I could just do for hours on end and never be bored of it. as My sketches of Dan and Phil developed slowly over the page, I began to think about whether this was something I wanted to dedicate to full time, just endlessly drawing art based off two people and the things they loved, I mean, most artists took to self portraits over and over, so why was this any different? They were wonderful people, I feel like I’ve captured their personalities so far in my work. I was definitely considering this. As I was putting details into Dan’s face, my phone started to buzz over and over. I picked it up and lowered my sunglasses so the I could read the print on the screen.

“Hope you’re getting ready sweetie, Alfie and I will be round your room in an hour to take you with us xx

- Z” 

Oh shoot. I quickly packed up my things and tracked up to my room so that I could go and get ready, I only had an hour now, time just flew by, I just hope that it would be enough to get myself ready. I brushed out my hair and gave it a quick run through with a curler on the ends, I slipped into a slim blue dress, slapped on some makeup that took me about 5 minutes and then I gave myself a once over in front of the mirror, just to make sure that everything looked appropriate. For rushing around in an hour to get ready, I didn’t look half bad. As I was slipping on my heels a knock happened on my door. 

“One second” 

“Are you still getting ready in there (y/n)?”

I grabbed my purse and opened up the door with a smile on my face as I was greeted by Zoe and Alfie. 

“I was just slipping my shoes on” 

“Lovely, Alrighty then, let’s get going, Everybody is already there” 

considering that this was my first you tube party, I was grateful that Zoe was there for me, you see, she was my best friend in high school so we are never really apart. It was nice that this was one more thing that we could to together.


I walked into the venue in awe, everything was white with neon lights everywhere, It was quite pretty. Zoe and Alfie walked off to go talk to people, and I was okay with that, but now I was feeling a little awkward and shy, not really knowing anyone else. I looked around as I took everything in, the music, the lights, the people, it was all so exciting. I noticed that across the room there was an open bar and at that moment I was thanking the heavens. I walked over and ordered my go to drink before taking a seat in one of the stools. As the bartender sat the drink in front of me, I gazed at it, wrapping my fingers around the glass, I would have taken a sip but someone in that moment decided to tap my shoulder, and when I turned around, There was Dan Howell. 

“Is this seat taken?” 

“Not at all” 

“By yourself I see” 

“Yeah, well I’ve never been to one of these things before, I don’t really know anyone” 

“Ah, I see. I would help you, but I’m an awkward mess in large crowds of people” 

We both chuckled as Dan waved over the bartender to order himself a drink, When he finished placing his order, his eyes took their attention to me once more. 

“So have you thought about our proposal at all?” 

“I have” 


“I’m considering it, I mean, I don’t really do much else with my art other than just post it on you tube, so having something to keep me grounded really sounds like a good Idea. It’s not a yes just yet, but it’s in consideration” 

Dan smiled, His warm, brown eyes seemed lighter when he smiled. I mean, I didn’t really know this, but from watching a few of his videos, he always seems like there’s something missing, but when he smiles, it’s one of the most wonderful things in the world, It made you feel light inside. We got the chatting generally about ourselves, you know, our likes and dislikes, what we did in our everyday lives, passions and hobbies, the usual conversation topic you would pick in getting to know someone, and it wasn’t too bad either. Dan was goofy and fun, but he was serious about some things as well which I admired. I realised that I had nothing left in my glass, so I flagged down the bartender to order another drink. 

“What would you like miss?” 

I went to order for myself but Dan intervened, smiling as he spoke towards the waiter. 

“(Y/n) here is going to have another of what she had before, and you know what, I’ll have the same.” 

I smiled, I pulled out my purse to pay for the drink, but by the time I managed to find the cash, Dan had already paid for the both of us

“I could have paid” 

“Oh I know, but I’m deciding to pay for you, here” 

He slid the drink over towards me with kindness in his eyes, I think if I was to do something full time, I wouldn’t find anyone nicer than these two people to work for, and I could become great friends with these people. 



He was taking a sip from his drink as he said this, but his eyes told me to go on. I flashed him a smile as I spun my stool towards his direction. 

“I’ll do it” 

“Do what?”

“I’ll be the Dan and Phil merch artist”

“Oh really? That’s wonderful news, When I see Phil next I shall tell him. You know that it means spending a lot of time with us right, I’m not sure you could handle it” 

I chuckled as he said this raising my glass over towards his, we clinked our glasses together and took another sip. As i placed the glass down, I looked at Dan and smiled. 

“I think I’ll be just fine” 


After vidcon and all the parties, about a week later I finally returned home so my studio apartment in London, I could afford to live in something larger and nicer, but the view I had from my windows, matched with the coziness of something small with my art around me, It felt like home. I figured I would unpack later, but I did pull my pad out and placed myself on the sofa in front of the TV.

 It didn’t take very long, but page after page now was filled with ideas and concepts for how the Dan and Phil merch could look, but It became such a habit to draw these two that I just started drawing them for my own personal pleasure. I figured that I could do a realistic painting of Dan and Phil, One in colour and the other in black and white, to fit their aesthetics and then they could use these two paintings as a give away or something. I don’t know, I was just the artist. I already had some sketches drawn up that I wanted to use, so I pulled out two canvases that I kept around the apartment and sat one of them on my easel. After changing into my painting overalls and tying my hair up, I laid out the paints and then got to work. I wanted to do the lack and grey one first, so that way when I saw it, I knew where I could go for the coloured one. 

I hadn’t realised that most of the day had gotten away from me, I was just so focused, but when I looked out the window, everything was dark except the streetlights that glowed in the distance. I was putting detail into Dan’s side of the painting when someone knocked on my door. I wiped my hands clean and got up from my seat, stretching my legs as I walked over towards the door. As I opened it up, I was met by the lovely presence of Dan and Phil. 

“Oh hey there guys, come on in” 

I opened up the door and allowed them to walk inside, but as I was closing the door, I was met with gasping behind me.

“Whoa, what is this for?” 

Phil looked at me with such a bright smile across his face, he was always so perky in the way he talked I found, and it really brought up m mood.

“Well. I had an idea, you can totally shoot me down if you want, but hear me out.” 

The boys both looked at each other curiously and then aid both of their attention back towards me. 

“Okay, so I know I’m only the merch artist, I do designs for T-shirts and sweaters and things. but what if you guys draw more attention to your site with a give away” 


“So my idea is this. I was going to do two paintings, One black and grey to suit Dan’s love of dark and simple tones, and then one in colour to suit Phil’s bright personality. When I’m done, you both sign it, and whoever spends as much as you want, They go into a draw to win one of two paintings. It create more traffic, you’ll sell more things, and you’re reaching out to your fans” 

“One second” 

The boys started discussing things in a hushed tone, so I figured that this was a great time to go and get something to drink since I had been in the ne position all day, I was starting to feel pretty tired too, so I might stop painting for the night. When I come back, both of the boys are staring at me with a weird look on their face.


“So Phil and I did some talking, and we actually really love your idea. it’s smart, it’s innovative and w wanna give back as a thank you, so this is really such an amazing Idea.” 


“Absolutely!” Phil chimes in, with that bright smile planted to his lips. 

“Oh yay!, listen. I was going to order some food and watch some Netflix or something. Did you guys have anywhere to be, or did you want to join me? 

“We would love to join you” 

Dan seemed to blurt that out a little quicker than he intended because he looked a little embarrassed afterwards. He started to scratch the back of his neck, so I took this as a sign to pull my laptop out so we could get something delivered. As i did this, both of them just sat there staring at the painting. 

“And you drew this yourself?” 

I nodded, flashing them both a small smile as I continued scanning through the net. 

“How does pizza sound?” 


They said that in unison and then gave each other weird looks, it was rather funny, so we all chuckled together as they gathered around the laptop so we could order.

Once we ordered ans awaited on our delivery, Phil had to leave to use the “Little boy’s room” as he put it, which left me and Dan alone. I gazed over towards the painting, just wondering if it was dry enough that I could maybe place somewhere else, I don’t think Dan and Phil really wanted to stare at themselves the whole time they were here. 

“You’re an amazing artist (Y/n)” 

I smiled and looked over at Dan… The real Dan. 

“I mean, if you would like , I could show you my “Office”. Really it’s just a corner of my house that I’ve dedicated my art works and things but hey, it works” 

“Dan shrugged and smiled

“I’d love to.” 

We got up off the sofa and walked over towards my office space, I had books upon books just stacked high, all filled with pieces of art that I had worked on over the years, I never threw anything away because it may have some use later, since I was a budding artist. I took a few of the books from the stack as Dan gazed at my walls all filled with canvases. 

“Whoa, this is all beautiful” 

I gave him a small smile as I opened up the books, laying them out for him to see. but I hadn’t realised that one of the books I had picked were really personal to me. He picked it up and started going through the pages

“Are these people you know?” 

“Well. Yeah.They were my family” 


I gave him a sad look, hoping he would get the picture, He saw my face and continued to look through my realistic photogenic portraits.

“I’m really sorry about that, but you’ve captured them in an amazing way (Y/n)” 

I shrugged, I hadn’t looked at those for a long time now. I was feeling a little down now, so I sighed and walked over towards the window were I placed my arms on the window sill and hung my head, trying not to cry. after a minutes or so I felt a a pair of hands pull me back and into a hug. 

“I didn’t mean to upset you” 

“It’s okay, it’s just not something I talk about.” 

I wrapped my arms around him and nuzzled my head into his chest, I would have felt weird about doing this with a new friend, but I was feeling rather comfortable around Dan so I figured it would be okay. 

“You guys okay?” 

We pulled apart almost instantly and looked at Phil nervously.

“Yeah, I just was having a bit of a sad moment, that’s all” 

I took my seat back on the couch and started to flick through Netflix, to see what we could all possibly watch. As I was doing this the door bell rang for the delivery, so Phil went and grabbed that and brought it over to the coffee table in front of us to enjoy. 


About a month later, all my free time between video’s and meetings turned into getting things together for Dan and Phil’s new series of merch coming out, so now everything was busy. I’ve become best friends with these two, but I don’t know what it is lately, but Dan’s been a little bit distanced. I know he stresses out about his life and stuff so I decided not to push anything, but I did hope that he was okay. 

Two weeks ago I went round to their place for the night for a games and movie marathon. And it was literally all fun and games, but Dan was quiet, which was pretty unusual considering the profanities he usually spat out. I think this is something I need to talk to Phil about, because I’m getting concerned. This morning I had a few hours to spare before I had to pick up the final print’s to show both boys that evening, so I got up out of bed, threw on a striped shirt with some overalls, tossed my hair up and then decided to hoot Phil a message. 

“Hey Philly, Just wondering if you had time for a coffee this morning, need to talk - (Y/n)” 

“no worries, Starbucks in 20?” 

“You know me so well :)” 

“Alright, see you then :)” 

I threw on a pair of chunky boots and looked myself over in the mirror. for someone that Just got out of bed without make up, I wasn’t looking too bad. I raced to the bathroom and threw on some make up with a plum lip colour and then grabbed my bag, heading out of the apartment. i liked to be early, it was my thing. I walked down the streets of London, observing the scenes and enjoying the not so common sunny day. I was about to cross a road when a few girls pulled me up. 

“Oh my god, your (Y/n) from (Y/YTC/n). Can we get a selfie?” 

“Of course Ladies, You got me on a good look day too!” 

I posed with the girls and took a couple of nice and silly selfies and then sent them on their way. I hadn’t really been asked for something like that in public before so I was actually really happy now that I practically skipped the rest of the way. 

when i walked inside I was instantly hit with the strong aroma that is coffee, bitter, yet sweet as it’s mixed with sugary frappes of chocolate and caramel. I was definitely in need of something to drink. I took my bag off my shoulder and sat in one of the booths as I awaited for Phil, and that didn’t take long. Normally he was only late because Dan kept them both waiting. I pulled out my phone and saw a message from Dan. 

“Nice face ;) - Image attached” 

I opened up the image, and it was one from this morning with the girls that I took, wow, That went around fast now didn’t it. I snickered and gave him a wink in reply then looked up, noticing that there was a large person in front of me. It was Phil. I got up from my seat and gave him a hug. I don’t know what it was, but when I was around Phil, he always made me feel so upbeat and happy. After we pulled back, we took our seats before ordering, although I insisted that Phil let me pay this time, but alas. No hope. 

When Phil came back with our drinks he had a serious look on his face. 

“so you said you needed to talk” 

“I just, I don’t know, lately Dan’s been a bit vacant, not all there, and when he is, he’s pretty distant and non-talkative. Is something wrong with him?” 

“Nah, He’s just trying to figure some things out. He’s been confused about something for a little while now, and he doesn’t know howto go about it” 

“Oh, what is it?” 

“He needs to bring something important to the table, but he’s worried it might backfire”


Honestly I had no idea where Phil was going with this, but I figured it was better to just smile and nod it through, hopping I don’t make  wrong movement in my understanding, but I manage to pull through. 

“So how are those designs coming along” 

“I need to pick them up in a few hours, then you and Dan will have them tonight” 

“Great!, I can’t wait” 

“Neither can i, I hope that you guys like them” 

“Knowing your skills, how could you go wrong” 

I smiled and sipped at my drink, I was feeling all warm now, not just from the drink, but I was just filled with this warm feeling inside anyway. 

After my drink and a chat with Phil, I set course for the print place so that I could pickup my designs. I was so excited for the boys to see them, I just hoped that it would be okay. I had grey sweater designs for each of the boys, I had poster animated designs. I had some bags and necklaces. I had the package going, I just hoped that their approval would be behind my plan. They both gave me an idea of what they wanted, and I took that on board, but then I added some of my own ideas in there as well. I was pretty much in and out of that place within 15 minutes and then made my way home. I wasn’t due to be at Dan and Phil’s until later tonight, so I could go home and catch up on some Netflix that I was behind on. 

Around 6 I got a call from Dan, I placed the phone to my ear and gave him a cheery tone. 

“Hey Dan, what’s up?”

“Uh, Phil won’t be able to make it tonight, BBC want him to do some things for our show next week, but If you wanna bring the designs over, you and I can give them a look?” 

“Oh sure? When did you want me to swing by?” 

“Uh, you can come now if your not busy?” 

“Alright then, I’ll be there as soon as I can, bye Dan” 

I hung up the phone and turned off the TV, gathering my things together before leaving the apartment. It was a bit late to walk over to Dan and Phil’s so I called a cab and waited out the front of my apartment for it to come by and take me there. 

Getting there took a little longer than I had planned. my driver was only new to London and had no idea where he was going. So what turned into a 7 minute drive, became half an hour. Needless to say that I was a little annoyed when I got to Dan and Phil’s. I paid the man and got out, making sure I had all of my things, then walked up to their front door, Where I knocked a few times, whilst juggling all my things together. Dan opened the door with a smile and then looked down, noticing all the rolled up poster sized pieces of paper in my arms. 

“Oh wow, got ideas?” 

“Hey, you guys hired me, this is the quality of work you get” 

He chuckled and took a few of the things from my hands. Even though he was talking a little more, there still seemed to be something different about him, but I couldn’t quite pick what it was. The both of us walked into the living room, where a bottle of win and two glasses were already laid out on the table, and it was my favourite brand of Cabernet Merlot. We placed my ideas of paper on the table and then I tossed my bag to the floor.  

“So should we get to it?” 

“sure. show me what you got” 

Piece by piece, Idea by idea. I sat down and talked out all my idea’s and reasoning’s to Dan, and he seemed enthralled at my conversation, because his eyes were constantly met with mine the whole time, never losing concentration. When i finished up everything I had to over he sat there for a while and thought thing’s over then said he would talk to Phil about it and then they would get back to me, but he loved everything with was more than comforting. I sat back against the single person sofa and smiled to myself, my hard work was paying off. 

“What are you thinking?” 


“you were smiling. What were you thinking” 

“Everything I’ve come to do in life is finally paying off. to know that I’m somewhere doing what I love for a job, that’s a part of happiness that some don’t get, so I’m enjoying the moment.” 

“If you want to enjoy the moment more, we could go out for dinner, you and me?” 

I smiled at him. He seemed uncomfortable? Nervous? I don’t know. there was just something. we had been out a few times by ourselves so I had no idea what was running through his mind.

“That sound’s lovely” 

Dan and I set foot to a quaint little place not far from his house. When we got there, I was pleasantly surprised. it had that “Homey” feel with brick walls all covered in art. I was in awe. Dan chuckled as he saw me staring at everything, but I was just so caught up in the walls, some of the stuff there I could only dream of being that good at. Dan and i got placed in a small booth for two towards the back of the place, there wasn’t many people around, so we were okay to speak as freely as we liked. I wasn’t really talking just yet however, I was still caught up in all the work. When I eventually pulled my attention to Dan, I noticed that he had his chin resting against his hand as he just watched me look at the art. 

“You good there Dan?” 

“Oh. Yeah, I was just waiting”

I gave him a look and then picked up the menu’s handing one of them over towards him. This place was pretty nice, even by the food on there menu. Everything just looked so good. As I flicked through the menu, I could see Dan staring at me again, but I didn’t want to freak him out so I just pretended not to notice. What was his deal tonight? The waitress came by and took our orders, then walked back into the kitchen, leaving the two of us to be alone again. 

“So how did you get into art?” 

I looked at Dan and began to feel a throb in my chest. 

“Uh. When I was younger, My mum used to draw, and we would do these little carton animals together, then when she got me my first drawing pad, I never put the things down, and it kinda just trailed from there” 

“Oh, that’s cute” 


We sat there awkwardly in silence for a little while until Dan decided to open his mouth again. 

“Y-You look lovely today. I wasn’t kidding when I sent you that message earlier in the day” 

I felt flattered by Dan’s comment, it gave me a little confidence boost. I placed my hand on top of his and flashed him a smile, blushing slightly. I didn’t really know what to say, but it made me feel better on the inside. Soon after, the waitress brought us our meals and then left us to pretty much demolish them, and that’s what we did. 

“(y/n) I have a question, and I’m going to be serious, so I’d really like to get a serious answer from you” 

“Okay, what’s up?” 

“There’s this girl. and I want to ask her on a date, But I don’t know how to plan it. I mean, she deserves everything, so I want this to be something she will always remember. What would your Ideal date?” 

I had to think about that for a while. I mean. the perfect date. I brought the fork to my lips as I got lost in thought.


“Okay. So my ideal date would consist of either going out for breakfast, or staying in for pancakes, but not just any. Blueberry buttermilk ones with maple syrup, butter and strawberries on top. We would just talk casually about whatever is going on in our lives. If we were indoors, we would get dressed for the day and then head out. If we were already out, then we would Walk the streets of London, embracing the day that we have together, He would walk by a florist and pick up the most beautiful white and red roses and then surprise me with them. I’d swoon so hard. Afterwards we would go to a quiet park where he’s set up the most romantic picnic, Under a tree and we would sit there and enjoy everything for a few hours. I would see a view that I felt the need to capture and I’d pull out my pad, quickly sketching the moment down and as that was happening, his arms would snake around my waist and he would pull my back into his chest and just watch over my shoulder. Nothing would need to be said, the moment would be perfect. Then we would go home to either mine or his place and cuddle up to a movie with popcorn and everything else, and because I’d be burnt out from the day, I’d snuggle up into his chest and most likely fall asleep, and we would just remain on the couch together for the rest of the night. That. That is my idea of a perfect date. Just be yourself and do something you think she would like. if you find her main interest, you can’t really go wrong.” 

“Right. Okay. Thank you (Y/n)” 

“You are more than welcome” 

A smile planted on his face, one bigger than I had seen in a while, and it was comforting to know that he was back. We enjoyed the rest of our meal and then went our separate ways afterwards.


A few months have gone by, and I’ve been spending a lot of time with Dan and Phil, but mostly Dan. Phil had recently started dating someone, so his free time went towards her, it was actually pretty cute to see him so happy. Both boys had taken on my  proposition for designs and within the month they had made enough to start selling on their site. Because of the traffic, I had become a lot more popular over on my channel too, and I was starting to get requests from some other you tubers and companies about providing my services to them. I was a very busy girl. 

I woke up morning to the sound of someone banging on my door. I looked at my phone and noticed that it was only 7:30. I was pretty annoyed, so I groaned and pulled myself out of bed, and walked over to the door. 

“Dan, what are you doing, it’s 7:30″ 

“Yeah, but I figured that you and I could go out for breakfast this morning, and I know this nice place. So get dressed, I’ll wait here, and take as long as you need too.” 

I sighed and nodded, I didn’t really sleep that well last night, so i was in a bit of a grumpy mood. I pulled open the curtains on the window to see what the weather was going to be like. It was summer here at the moment, so it looked like it was going to be a warm, sunny day. A nice day for a white, long summer dress with the sides cut out. I walked over to my drawers and pulled out a set of white bra and panties and the dress while Dan made himself home of my sofa. I walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind me, tossing the clothes onto the lid of the toilet seat. I pulled my hair out of its messy ponytail and turned on the straightener, with a quick run through and some curling on the ends, I would be okay. 

While I waited for the iron to turn hot, I started to to my make up for the day. nothing to extravagant, some light highlight and contouring, a matte  rose lip and winged eyes. After the twenty or so minutes it took to do that, I rad my hair over and curled the ends, tossing on my clothes for the day afterwards. I tossed my dirty clothes into the hamper and the walked out back into the apartment. 

“Whoa, you look beautiful” 

“Why thank you Dan” 

I placed on some shoes to match my dress, and a pair of sunglasses with a hat to match, I didn’t want to get sun burnt for any reason, even if it was just breakfast. i picked up my bag and nodded at Dan that I was okay to go, so I locked the door to my apartment, and we walked out on the street where this black car was parked. I saw Dan pull out some keys and suddenly the lights flashed with the sound of the car unlocking

“Hop in”

“Dan, When did you get a car?!” 

“I rented it for the day. Come on” 

I gave him a look and opened the car door, hopping into the passenger’s seat. He smiled as he turned on the ignition and gave me a look. I wasn’t sure what he was up to, but I just decided to roll with it. Today was the first day I’ve had off in weeks, so this would do me some good.

“So where are we going?” 

“Well I figured we could go to this lovely cafe on the beachfront in Brighton. you know, make a day of it.” 

“Well alright then” 

I smiled and paid attention to the road, Dan turned on the radio and we sang some tunes along the way, but I saw an amazing view of road. Because it was still foggy, with tress all around, I reached down between my legs and pulled out my sketch pad, jotting down the things that I see. It could make a great statement piece somewhere in my home, I know it. Dan glanced over at what I was doing and smiled briefly towards me before adverting his eyes back to the road


“Oh nothing, I just enjoy watching you find inspiration in the simple things. You always know how to turn them into such beautiful works of art.” 

i smiled and continued to draw down what I was seeing, If I glanced up and saw something I felt could add to the piece, I would sketch it down to, creating one piece of art from my various glances at the road.

When we arrived, I jumped out of the car with my bag in tow. Dan and I walked over to this cute little modern cafe that had outside dining by the sea, we Walked over to this table that Dan had picked out, and on top of it were 3 roses. One red, one white and one black. I looked at the curiously. I had always painted black roses or seen them in pictures, but never had I seen one for real. It was quite beautiful. Dan told me that he would be right back and that he would order for me. I was hoping that he knew what I was wanting, because I was in one of those moods where I wasn’t really hungry unless it was that one special something. 

Eventually he came back and took his seat and flashed me a smile. I was playing with the roses between my fingertips, trying not to prick myself on the thorns. 

“Dan where did you get these?” 

“Oh, That’s not really important”


I looked out to the ocean. the waters were calm, the sky was cloudless and I could feel the sun on my back. Today was a perfect day to be doing something like this. As my attention is diverted out to the beach, I hear the sound of two plates touching the table in front of us, but when I took my view to the plates. The smile would just not disappear from my face. Blueberry buttermilk pancakes with butter, maple syrup and mixed berries on top even with sprinkled with powdered sugar. If I was about that, I would have Instagrammed this food so fast. 

I look at Dan and think about how he knew all of this, but I couldn’t remember for the life of me. I decided to savour and take in the moment. I was extremely grateful for all that Dan was doing because this was turning out to be a great morning. He was giving me looks throughout our meal, but I wasn’t really picking up on it, if anything I was getting confused. I decided to brush it off and keep the casual conversation flowing as we finished our meals. 

Once we finished, i felt so full. Dan looked as if he wanted to tell me something. Maybe i would just have to try and pry it out of him. 

“Dan are you okay, it’s just. You look like you want to say something, yet. You keep holding back.” 

“I just. I do. But I don’t” 

“Well talk to me… Please?” 

“Oh god.” 

He pinched his nose and exhaled loudly, looking nervous as he began to fiddle with his hands.

“A few months ago I went for dinner with this girl. And on this night, I talked to her about a girl I liked. I asked about what her best idea of a date personally suited for her would be, when in reality, I was setting this up so that when the perfect day came, I could give her everything she wanted. I wanted to give her that perfect day so she could look back and say. He gave me the most perfect date, and now nothing can top that” 

He took my hand and gave it a comforting, reassuring squeeze. When I realised that this whole time he was talking about me, my heart began to thump so hard. Was he really saying all this. Was he really wanting to do all of this with me. Why? 

“(Y/n) I think you are the most gifted, talented, beautiful person that I’ve met. And in these last few months that I’ve really gotten to know you, I could feel myself falling harder and harder. I started to feel weird because I’ve never experienced anything like this in my life before so I didn’t really know how to handle it. But I know now what I fell, so i want this to be you and me. I want to complete the day life you wanted and I want to take a chance on us, because you’re everything anyone could want in a person. And I’d really like to be the person that steals your heart. So What do you say?” 

I sat there and just glared at him for a while. my heart hadn’t settled and I didn’t think it was going to any time soon. I mean, Dan was a wonderful person. and I definitely did like him. I think we could possibly be something great together, but in saying that. you need to take that chance to see if it works. I got up from the chair and looked down at dan, extending my hand out to him with a smile

“So let’s take a chance” 

A smile plastered to his face and he swooped me up and spun me around multiple times. When he brought me back down to earth he dipped me like you would see in those romantic films and kissed me. The moment was slow and tender. Not something you think you would expect from Dan, but it was fireworks. Everything was slow and just so so amazing. After a while we pulled away and placed our foreheads to each other, just simply gazing into each other’s eyes. The beach in the background. The sound of the waves crashing into the rocks, that beautiful sea breeze. Nothing could have been more perfect. Dan intertwined our fingers together and kissed my cheek slowly, 

“So how about we finish your perfect day” 

“That sounds wonderful” 

Crème de la Crème: 27


“So it’s true, huh?” I heard my mother’s voice. I quickly spun on my heels and my eyes met hers. She wore a sad look on her face that flushed me with guilt “W-what is going on?’ I stammered. 

Staring at my mother and then my grandmother, I felt as if all the breath got knocked out of my damn body. My eyes darted over to my granny who mouthed “Sorry”

“Answer me Letitia.” My mom spoke up, darting my eyes back over to her I blinked my eyes. I couldn’t even believe my damn eyes right now, my mom has come all the way down here from Oakland.

“What’s true ma?”I played dumb

“Letitia, stop playing games with me. Why in the entire fuck didn’t you tell me that I had a damn grandbaby! And what the hell is he doing here?” She shouted. I pinched the bridge of my nose and leaned my head back. 

“I’m here because this is my child.” Tez said as I rolled my eyes. “Oh now you care about my child? Where were you when she had the baby, oh you were locked up or with one of your many hoes.”

“This just isn’t happening.” I mumbled.  

“Sonia, language.” My granny cut her eyes at her and walked over to Hazel and sat down on the bed next to her. “How are you, baby?”  she asked her

“Ma cab you chill?” 

“Absolutely not! He’s the nigga who turned my fuckin’ daugher against me in the first place. Why aren’t you in jail?” She asked. I tilted my head to the side and looked at her with wide eyes. This woman and her damn mouth.

“Sonia, what did I just say?”

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Survivor (Daryl Dixon imagine)

imagine: Daryl wants to know the source of your survival skills, but at first you’re reluctant to reveal anything, including your not-so-impressive secret. (1819 words)

requested by anonymous: a Daryl x reader where you have really good survival instincts and the whole groups wondering how because you don’t look like you would; when Daryl questions you your only response is that you watch a lot of ‘man v wild’.

hope this is what you wanted anon! this was fun to write although I think it’s a little ooc on daryl’s behalf and the timings with the governor’s attack and everything are just ignored for the purpose of the imagine haha. let me know what you think :)  - georgia

ps: not my gif. if you made this gif be sure to message me so I can give you credit!

The moment I arrived at the prison gates and saw signs of ordinary civilisation within was the happiest I could remember being in a long time. Michonne had found me whilst she was on a run; despite living in the woods for months, I was relatively unscathed and she trusted me immediately. I warmed to her within minutes of talking and jumped at the chance when she offered to take me back to her camp. It had been a long time since I’d lived under four walls and a roof, let alone surrounded by the company of other people.

I was slightly surprised by the amount of people living there, despite the fact I’d heard about their recent recruitment of a whole town. Introductions flew over my head due to the overwhelming joy of being safe and I made a mental note to ask Michonne to repeat everyone’s names to me later. A few people stuck out to me though, mainly because a certain emphasis was put on their names; Rick, who was clearly the leader, and his son, Carl, were amongst these people.

The last person Michonne introduced to me left a lasting impression, although not necessarily a good one. He was sat alone just inside the prison entrance and appeared to be the only resident who hadn’t taken full advantage of the hot showers Rick had informed me about. He wore a hardened expression and gave off a generally hostile aura. Despite all this, I couldn’t deny the attractiveness of his features and muscles tensing in his arms as he fiddled with a crossbow.

“(y/n), this is Daryl,” Michonne spoke softly; I unfortunately was too busy staring at the man in question to hear his name properly.

“Hi, Darren,” I spoke with fake confidence. His eyes snapped up at me and a small smirk crossed his face before he let out a short burst of cold laughter. I looked to Michonne in surprise and discomfort to see her laughing a little too.

“It’s Daryl,” she repeated, smiling sympathetically.

“Oh. Sorry,” I mumbled, embarrassed.

“’S’alright,” Daryl said gruffly. “Nice t’ meet ya.” I couldn’t help but doubt his sincerity, since his gaze had almost immediately dropped back to the weapon in his hands. Michonne nodded down the corridor and I eagerly followed her inside for what she had earlier described as the “grand tour”.

“Don’t let him scare you,” Michonne whispered. “He’s secretly a puppy dog.”

“I’ll believe that when I see it,” I joked, trying not to think about the fact I wasn’t scared of Daryl when I felt as though I should be. In fact, it was quite the opposite.

To my relief, at first I wasn’t questioned by anybody about my mysterious ability to survive for months on my own in a post-apocalyptic world. I didn’t feel ready to share the horrors I’d been through; watching my family die soon after the dead began to reanimate being the most scarring of these experiences. I wondered if I shared that same darkness in the eyes that I noticed in Michonne, Rick, Carol and many of the others at the prison. The shadow that reflected all the awful things we had witnessed in the past couple of years.

This respectful privacy ended after about a week of living in my new home. I had just entered my cell for the night, despite the fact it was only 8pm according to my rusty old watch. A knock on the wall outside made me jump out of my skin and for a second I was transported back to all the sleepless nights I spent alone in the wild, praying that the walkers wouldn’t find me in whatever makeshift shelter I was in. I turned to see a tall, lean figure silhouetted against the entrance and at first I didn’t recognise the visitor.

“Uh, come in?” I said nervously.

“Don’t sound too sure ‘bout that,” a vaguely familiar voice replied lowly. I hadn’t heard it since my first day at the prison, but I recognised it quickly.

“Oh, hi - Daryl,” I stuttered, only just holding back from once again calling him “Darren”. I internally scolded myself for sounding so flustered. “No, it’s fine, come in.”

He followed my instruction and shuffled a few steps into my room, his face being illuminated by the dim light as he did so. He looked as awkward as I felt as he stood facing me and cleared his throat.

“I just wanted to - uh… can I ask ya somethin’?” he muttered, sounding more like a little boy than the intimidating biker I remembered.

“Sure,” I responded uncertainty, raising his eyebrows at him when he looked relieved at my acceptance. I waited a few moments but his question was nowhere to be heard and so my mouth overran my brain and blurted out the first thought that entered my head. “You’re kinda bad at talking, huh?”

He laughed nervously, but I could tell my openness had relaxed him ever so slightly. “Never been much of a talker,” he confessed.

“Me neither, to be honest. Well, actually, I talk a lot, just always seem to say the wrong thing,” I blurted out, desperate for the conversation to continue now that it had been initiated.

“I can tell,” Daryl said with a small smile. I returned it and waited for him to continue, not wanting to humiliate myself further. “So… I was just wonderin’ - ‘cause Michonne told me you’ve been on your own for a while - I was wonderin’ how you survived?”

I was taken aback by his forwardness; he’d so far seemed so reluctant to even converse, let alone ask questions. Panic rose in my chest like an alarm and my brain raced to find a suitable answer. I wasn’t ready to discuss the real-life scary movie that had been the last 3 months of my life.

“Why?” I responded brashly, completely mystified as to why Daryl would be interested by this information.

“Oh, sorry,” he mumbled, backing towards the door and clearly taking my response as a rejection. 

“No, it’s okay, I guess. Just… why do you wanna know?”

“Uh… it’s just, you’re pretty small,” he said, stepping into the room once again. I laughed at his statement and sat on the edge of my bed, leaving Daryl looking uncomfortably awkward in the middle of the room before I gestured for him to take the chair opposite. “Wondered how ya managed it.”

“So you think I’m weak?” I joked, watching his cheeks flush a delicate shade of red as I teased him with a smirk. 

“No! No, ‘m just curious,” he said abashedly.

“Joking,” I sighed. “I guess… I just survived. There’s no explanation really, guess I was just lucky.”

“Luck don’t come into it anymore,” Daryl stated. “Either you’re a survivor or you ain’t.”

I gazed at him in interest, trying to solve the complexities of his personality. Michonne appeared to be right; once you got him talking he was friendly, even sweet. But why the sharp exterior?

“Well, I used to watch a lot of Man vs Wild,” I admitted with an embarrassed grin. Daryl’s face lit up ever so slightly as I spoke.

“Really? With that Bear dude?” 

“Yeah, it was, like, my favourite show,” I laughed.

“Only saw it a coupl’a times but I loved it.” Daryl could almost be described as animated at this point. At least, he was showing a level of excitement I wouldn’t have expected from him based on our first meeting.

“Me too! I’m pretty sure he saved my life at least ten times whilst I was out there,” I replied, a smile wider than I remembered having plastered across my face. Daryl looked at me with an unreadable, yet not menacing, expression. Once my laughter had subsided, I returned his gaze with matching intensity.

“You’re interestin’,” he stated bluntly.

“Thanks,” I replied, my stomach fluttering at the compliment. “You too.”

“No I ain’t,” he scoffed. “Just a redneck with a crossbow.”

I giggled at his description of himself and resisted the urge to tell him that it fitted him perfectly. Instead, I opted to continue flirting lightly and trying to gauge his reaction. “Seem like a bit more than that to me.”

“Well, thanks,” he responded after a few seconds of silence. He ran a hand through his unruly hair and turned to the door in an attempt to hide his smirk. “Maybe I’ll come back another night.”



The “another night” Daryl referred to turned out to be the next night and the night after that. In fact, I became accustomed to hearing the gentle knock of Daryl’s fist on the concrete outside my cell every night for weeks and soon he became my closest friend. Our conversations extended from minutes into hours until one night we decided that there was just no point in him going back to his cell and he jumped into the bunk above mine.

After our 26th late night conversation and the first time he slept in my cell, Daryl kissed me. The 29th conversation marked him sleeping in my bed for the first time and the 32nd conversation lead to a confession I’d never expected to be making when I arrived at the prison.

“Stop wrigglin’!” Daryl exclaimed as I shushed him and suppressed my laughter. “I’d be quiet if you’d just stay still for once.”

“I’m not comfy! Let me live, goddammit,” I said exasperatedly. 

“Fuck’s sake, (y/n),” Daryl sighed, but the lack of light didn’t disguise the amusement on his face and in his voice. I turned over dramatically just for effect and soon felt Daryl’s chest pressed against my back as he wrapped an arm tightly around my body.

“You are so rude to me,” I joked.

“Better lose that attitude if you want me to keep cuddlin’ ya,” he retorted, contradicting himself by only moving in closer.

“I’m sorry, I love you really,” I giggled before feeling the blood rush from my face. Daryl’s embrace stiffened around me and I could’ve sworn I heard his heart miss a beat. “Oh gosh.”

I turned around awkwardly in the small space and looked into Daryl’s panic ridden face. The world seemed to crumble around me as I appreciated the repercussions of my mistake. I prepared myself to watch Daryl leave my cell, never to knock on the door again.

To my surprise, instead of making a swift exit, Daryl placed a passionate yet short kiss against my lips before whispering against them.

“Do ya really?”

“Yeah,” I mumbled, reeling from the shock that he was still lying next to me.

“Say it again,” he demanded and although I was amused, I could just about make out the seriousness in his expression.

“I love you,” I breathed against his mouth, barely audible despite the close proximity between us.

“I love you, too.”

'Panic Attack'

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summary: how he handles you having a panic attack (¾) (here’s the Luke one I wrote)

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