X Reader Oneshots

Jonas (The Giver) Pt. 1

a/n-before we start this is based of the book more and you experience your first stirring in this so your not on the pill yet to stop the stirrings

It was another day in the community but today was special. Today we, the 12's and i, are getting our assignment. I was hoping for a nurturer of the young. I had always been one interested in new children. My mother has always told me that I would be assigned birth mother. they are strong yes but not highly respected. I hope I am not assigned birth mother. I was riding my bicycle to the center and hug my mother and father before walking off. I would have hugged my brother but he had been assigned to instructor of 3's 4 years ago. I see him around now and then but I never get to speak to him. He, as all other twelves, moved away from the family dwelling when he gt his assignment and lives in the quarters provided for the instructors.

I sit down next to Jonas as I am number 20 and he is 19. Jonas and I have been very close and we would sometimes volunteer together. I always thought I would try volunteering with the 3's to try and stay close to my brother but it was obvious that he no longer thought of me as his sister like before. he thought of me as a citizen like any other.

"i'm so scared. what do you think i'll get?" i whisper to him tense.

"i don't know....maybe nurturer of the new children. I see you there, you always enjoyed it there." he responds softly.

i nod, "my mother believes i'll be a birth mother. I know they're important but they're not that respected. I hope i'm not a birth mother." i continue.

the chief elder clears her throat and all murmurs subside and we all straighten looking to her. we wait patiently as she calls up the first 3.

"number 4, ash." the chief elder says. he stands nearly falling as he walks up there. as customary she gives a speech about some key points in his life. i smile and listen as he is given the job of Assistant Recreational Director and then he sat back down.

we continue waiting and after fiona, number 18, was given the assignment caretaker of the old. I smile knowing how much she enjoys it there.

"number 20 y/n" i freeze and glance at jonas before wearily walking up. i could feel the tension radiating off jonas as i walked up.

the chief elder continues as though nothing happened and sweetly speaks about the stories of my life so far. "we have assigned y/n with nurturer." she sys and i quickly walk back to my seat tripping on the steps nearly falling on my face in the process. she continues speaking not acknowledging her mistake. it must have been a mistake, every one knows that she skipped Jonas.

after number 50 the chief elder speaks "you all believe I have made a mistake. I apologize for deceiving you." I stiffin, it wasn't a mistake.

"we accept your apology." we all chant.

"number 19, Jonas, please come to the stage now." he obeyed. "I apologize for causing you distress, you haven't been assigned, you have been selected." I watch intently and curious. selected? what does that mean. she goes on speaking more of all the things that are unique about Jonas, his accomplishments and how strong he is to be given the 'selection' of the receiver of memory.

I, shocked, gasp silently. we all begin chanting his name; softly at first barely a whisper then increasingly louder. I feel slightly sorry for my friend who is obviously nervous and confused about his "selection".

the next day once at school I rush to find Jonas. "what was that about?" I question, "at the ceremony. do you understand?" I ask. I quickly freeze, "sorry that was disrespectful." I say.

"I accept your apology. I don't really understand either. The receiver of memory is apparently a high honor, that's what my parents told me." he explains. I nod soaking in the information. this anxious feeling is overwhelming and I don't enjoy it.