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teamatsumu · 2 months

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screenshot. (kita shinsuke x reader)

summary: your friend confesses on your behalf. for my valentine’s day event - theme: confessions.

word count: 1161

tags: @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi @sleepyxxhead d @priv-rose @nishayuro @kitas-tapioca @kakashineedstotouchgrass @amisuh @avis-writeshq @samanthaa-leanne @akaashi-todorki @sp1ng @kur0obaby @bleach-your-panties @pinkiipeachiikeen @whippedbel

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Many of Kita’s friends and volleyball teammates think he is a stickler for routine. And they are right. But Kita isn’t rigid. He isn’t unchangeable. He accepts a break in routine, takes it in stride, learns from the turning tides and comes back with a smile on his face. Why else would he be the captain of the volleyball team if he didn’t know how to assimilate with rapidly developing circumstances?

Today, he is confronted with another such change. He is staring it right in the face. For a few moments, Kita cannot fathom the sight. How can it be? A red envelope in his locker? Surely, it must not be meant for him.

His next thought is how it got there in the first place. No one besides the volleyball team is allowed in the club room. He is the one who always opens it and he is also the one who locks up every night. Did someone sneak in during practice time?

Nothing else in his locker seems out of place. Just the letter placed delicately on top of the rest of his belongings. Kita finally reaches out for it, tugging on the flap to detach it and pulling out the crisp white paper inside. Kita is halted in his tracks when he realizes that there is no writing on the paper. It’s a print-out. Of a screenshot.

He eyes the text message chain, recognising the small icons on both the sender and receiver’s text bubbles. It’s Suna, his underclassman, and he also recognises you, the manager and his long time best friend.

‘I can’t stand it anymore suna!’

‘then just tell him’

‘u know i cant’

‘thats a u problem’

The next message is long, bordering on a whole paragraph, and Kita’s eyes skim over it. For the first time in a long while, his heart skips.

‘ive known him forever rin. hes such an amazing person and my best friend but he doesn like me that way. if i tell him im just gonna lose him as a friend and id rather we be friends than nothing at all’

The punctuation is atrocious, and the grammar is slightly questionable, but Kita smiles regardless. He carefully folds the paper again, placing it inside the envelope. He closes his locker and continues his evening routine of cleaning up and locking the club room.

Over the next hour as Kita cleans, his thoughts mull over the letter he had just received. The menial nature of the tasks relaxes him, gives him time to mull over this new information. Kita realizes that maybe he isn’t as perceptive as previously thought by his friends.

How can he have not seen that look in your eyes before? Softer than anything and directed only at him, now that he thinks about it. He ponders over your words, the insecurity and negativity behind them. He has never known you to be a negative person. You are endlessly optimistic and full of energy. You are so bright that Kita loves basking in it. He has known you for a very long time, and he is almost affronted that your budding romantic feelings were hidden from him for so long. Especially when Kita has made his courting intentions for you fairly clear.

He has not directly said anything. But he doesn’t think he was ever being discreet. But maybe he has been wrong in his approach. Maybe you hooking your arm with his when you walked to school in the morning, sharing lunches every day, permanently stealing a few of his choice hoodies were all friendly gestures on your part. While Kita has interpreted the gestures as romantic, it seems you have not felt the same heat behind those actions.

Kita has always walked the same route home, sometimes with Aran, sometimes with you, and sometimes on his own. Today he takes the walk alone, but he is not bothered. He has purpose in his mind, the red envelope in his hand, and his feet carry him all the way through the winding streets until he stops at your doorstep.

He smiles at the surprise in your eyes when you receive him at the door. He nearly coos at the fuzzy slippers on your feet, huge and with bunny ears on them, making your feet look twice their usual size. You are so cute. Kita scolds himself lightly, regretting that he had wasted so much time as your friend when maybe he could have spent it with you as his romantic partner. His girlfriend.

It has a nice ring to it, Kita decides.

“Shinsuke?” Your voice breaks his train of thought. The ‘what are you doing here’ is clear in your voice. Your eyes are wide and your face is questioning. There is a tinge of worry on your face, and Kita realizes that showing up unannounced may not have been the best idea. He isn’t sure what is going on in your head, but he quickly tries to quash your worries.

“Everything is fine.” Clear, direct, to the point. It’s Kita being Kita. “I’m here about something I found in my locker while closing up.”

He holds up the red envelope, and when you stare at it in confusion, he proceeds to open it and pull out the white paper. You take it when he offers it to you, unfolding it and reading the letter. If you can call it that.

Kita watches the color drain from your face, notices how the panic overtakes your features as you recognise the conversation printed in front of you. He feels his shoulders slump a little, lamenting the fact that you are truly scared about him finding out. What do you think he will do? Has Kita truly not made his intentions for you clear enough? He cannot help but self loathe in that moment, seeing the state you were in now.

“Shin-”

He doesn’t let you finish.

“If you will allow it, I would like to take you out for dinner this weekend. Will you be free on Saturday?”

You blink once, twice. Your mouth opens and closes. Kita is acutely reminded of a fish. He tries to tamp down his smile.

“R-really?”

He merely nods.

Slowly, life reinjects into your face. You seem to age in reverse before his very eyes. Your grip on the letter crinkles the paper slightly, and Kita reaches out to gently pry it from your hands and smooth it out. He stays quiet as you process his words. He thinks of hugging you, maybe even kissing you. But stops himself. Those are moments he will reserve for after your first date, after he has properly given you the best date of your dreams. So he keeps his eyes on the letter.

“Remind me to thank Suna for this letter.” He comments. “I must say, it’s the strangest confession letter I have ever received.”

There is a pause.

“You’ve received other confession letters?!”

#kita shinsuke #kita shinsuke x reader #kita shinsuke x you #kita shinsuke x y/n #kita shinsuke fluff #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff

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semisolidmind · 7 months

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I’m sorry if this was already asked but is MK in the twice as bad au? Since Peaches is immortal, she would probably find MK first or she finds him while her husbands are looking for her outside the palace. They find her outside playing with a little boy. Wukong didn’t think twice about adopting him, especially when he saw MK lift his staff, and Macaque loves telling him stories.

(it was, but ive been thinking about TAB mk lately so ill talk a lil more about him

so I think the last time i talked about mk in the context of this au, it was in the version where reader is killed while she and the boys are on the journey, and the boys go into a violent depression slump for the next thousand years. in that timeline, wukong finds mk as a toddler and raises him like his son (with macaque standing by for uncle duty). mk becomes an unstoppable force of nature under the monkey bros tutelage; enough so that any of the foes that posed a problem for him in the show are child's play in this au.

reader being present for mk's upbringing is one of the better timelines for him mentally. he gets to have a mom, for one. and instead of having just the brutal philosophy of the monkey warlords taught to him, he's also taught to have empathy and compassion. instead of just killing his enemies, he tries to show them mercy. it's a better outcome for everyone involved, honestly.

there's a few posts of mine that explain this modern iteration and reader's place in it, but let's talk about your scenario.)

reader goes on a morning walk. a rare occurrence, given her husband's love of sleeping in and their usual refusal to let her out of the pillow nest. but, they had an early appointment today, so reader took the opportunity to shirk her queenly duties and go visit some of the scenic mountain locals. whilst on her walk—

she finds a little monkey demon boy. just wandering the jungle, seemingly in awe at everything around him. reader isn't sure what to make of him. she takes notice of his unkempt state.

reader doesn't want to believe any of the monkeys would willingly neglect or abandon one of their children, but the boy is covered in dirt, his fur somewhat matted, and he has no clothes to speak of. perhaps he's just lost? he is very little. maybe his parents just lost track of him...regardless, reader feels the need to take him back to the cave to ask around and see if anyone can identify him.

when she calls out to him, he looks over at her, but doesn't respond. when she approaches him, he just...looks up at her, following her movements when she kneels to be closer to his height. reader asks for his name, and the boy doesn't respond. but he does step closer, his little tail twitching curiously.

reader cautiously reaches out to brush some of the matted dirt from his fur, moving the overgrown mess away from his face. he has amber-gold eyes, not dissimilar to what wukong said his looked like before the furnace. while reader ponders the similarities, the boy suddenly climbs into her arms. she instantly embraces him back, surprised but knowing that baby monkeys like to be held nigh constantly. poor lil guy, she thinks. probably missing his mama. the way his tiny hands grip her robes breaks her heart a little.

reader decides that she'll take care of him for now; he needs a bath, some food, and proper clothes, at least. reader takes off her overcoat and wraps it around the lil guy before hefting him up into her arms; he's pretty heavy for someone so small.

reader turns and heads back to water curtain cave. the little boy settles against her, tiny hands curled against her chest and his head in the crook of her neck. reader holds him close. she reassures him that they'll find his family.

after politely waving away a few embarrassing questions from some well-meaning monkeys along the way (no, he isn't her baby, she didn't leave for an hour or two just to have a baby, please stop saying that—on that note, do you know who his parents are), reader makes her way back to the cave.

she supposes she can see why they'd think that the child in her arms might be related to her; the boys' fur is a similar shade to her hair, though slightly darker (and the likelihood of her children being demons like their fathers is very high, should they ever have any).

as they get further into the cave, and closer to the palace, reader is stopped by a group of servants wondering about the child. reader explains as the monkeys (a small group comprised of aunties) look the child over, mulling over who's baby he could be. maybe this family? no, none of them have that fur color, and the face shape is different. perhaps he's from this village, on the east side of the mountain? no, none of them have had any babies yet this season, and the children they do have are all older than this one. they go back and forth like this for a while.

while reader talks, the boy suddenly perks up. he sits up and his eyes focus on something in the distance. reader turns to glance at what's gotten his attention.

ah, she sees.

her husbands have just finished their meeting, and one of them is now headed this way.

that's the king, she tells the boy. the boy says nothing, and stares at the approaching monarch.

reader understands why. the king is wearing his armor today, the gold plating glinting off refracted light coming from the waterfall. his cape and vestaments flow behind him as he makes his way toward them. he's the very picture of a noble ruler.

riiiiiight up until he notices that reader is carrying a child that looks suspiciously like her. his entire expression morphs into surprise, then gentle curiosity.

the king stops short in front of them. reader can almost see the gears turning in his head. he sees the gold eyes, the fur color...perhaps he's having a similar thought as his many subjects about the child's origins.

wukong steps into reader's space, a hand on her arm. his eyes are searching, a question on his face. where did this child come from? reader explains how she found him, and how she has yet to find any of his family or anybody who recognizes him. wukong assures her that if he has someone looking for him, they'll eventually turn up at the palace.

in the meantime, he may stay here, the king decrees. he can see that reader's gotten attached, and doesn't think separating the child from her would be a good idea. the little boy clings to reader like she really is his blood.

reader takes the child inside, getting him a bath and clean clothes, then takes him to kitchens to get him something to eat. wukong joins them, and attempts to get the boy to speak. reader feels her heart soften just a tad every time she sees her husband interact with the mountains' children.

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no one ever claims the boy.

so, wukong and reader formally adopt the child, and give him the name xiaotian. he is soon accepted as first prince of flower fruit mountain.

wukong begins to train xiaotian to become a warrior as soon as he sees the boy lift his staff with suspicious ease. once he's old enough, he takes xioatian with him to the dragon palace. wukong won't give up his signature weapon, but he will steal another pillar for his son to weild. he trains the child to be as much of a threat as he is. despite his rigorous training regime, wukong is a very caring and playful father.

macaque becomes another guiding figure, and finds that the child loves to listen to stories. every night before xioatian settles next to reader's side to sleep, the darker-furred demon regales him with tales of his and wukong's exploits. reader chimes in occasionally, calling him out whenever he embellishes.

reader remains a comforting figure for xiaotian. he goes to her when he feels lost or upset, knowing that she could give him a gentler perspective on his problems. she's his rock whenever he's unsure. he knows that if he gets caught up in the politics of demon-dom, she'll be there to be a calming presence. he's very cuddly with her when he's small, and goes to her for hugs once he's bigger. he's very glad to have her around to help him.

xiaotian becomes a very cautious person as he grows, the ideals of his adopted sires pushing him to believe that most immortals, demons, and mortals are not to be trusted. however, reader teaches him that not every problem needs to be solved with violence.

his life is very different than what it could have been.

#bad end wukong #twice as bad au #bad end mk

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intotheelliwoods · 8 months

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If big Leo, Sprout and Poptart were birds what kinda birds would they be?

(Totally not asking because I like your bird art)

Oh my GOSH ive been pondering this question for hours and hours but I think I finally have an answer-

I was originally thinking about the whole worlds worth of species before realizing, in the end they are all Leos. Therefore they all get to be Parrots. I love parrots...

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Big Leo: Lear's Macaw

Basically the smaller, cuter, and more light blue version of the Hyacinth Macaw (Hyacinth macaw being the largest parrot species that is capable of flight)

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Medium Leo (Sprout): Spix Macaw

Yes. The bird from Rio. Look at them. None of them are left in the wild but their are a good few remaining in captivity

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Little Leo (Poptart): Quaker/Monk Parakeet (blue mutation)

He is just a little guy. A little stinker, even. Enjoys shitting on your laptop and eating the keys off your keyboard. But he is very cuddly-

#asks #2 arms left #yes I do love birds how did you know!!!!#I love parrots with an ungodly passion...#parrots my beloved #if I had more energy id paint them haha #but at least I got the species down now #bird saga

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thelov3lybookworm · 3 months

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Plants Of Thorns Bear The Prettiest Flowers (Part 2)

Part 1

Summary: She has come far.

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A/n: so... if you all didnt know, ive had this idea in my mind for like, over a couple of months, and this is my baby. I just wanted this sister who hated everyone except her father, and so that is why i have the urge to show you all their relationship.

i love this series, it is my baby 🥹

(￣y▽￣)╭ Ohohoho.....

(also, Y/n is like, around two years in this)

anyways, enjoy!

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Orion's pov, 65 years ago.

Orion had just finished signing the paperwork for the renovations of a few houses in Velaris and leaned back in his chair when the sound of a child crying reached his ears. His brows furrowed when the cries only became louder, as if the child was coming closer to his office.

If Orion was being honest, he had not cared for his children for one day since they were born. There were nannies for that. But when the crying did not cease, he wondered what the hell the nanny was doing.

His wife was not present either, or she would have quieted the babe, Y/n, before she even started crying.

Y/n was... one of a kind. Orion knew she was different than his son the moment she was born.

He stood from his chair, hoping the nanny could quiet the girl before he got annoyed and stretched, popping his joints that had become stiff after having sat for so long.

Someone knocked on the doors to his office in the moonstone palace, and Orion sighed, walking up to it and yanking it open, ready to tell whoever it was to leave him alone-

The loud cries of the babe in the nanny's arms made Orion wince, and he glared at her.

"What?" He snapped at the young lower fae who he was sure was not Y/n's nanny.

"I beg your forgiveness my lord, but I am new here. Julia has been called away due to some family matters, and I don't know why, but the princess has been constantly crying for the past couple of hours."

He rose a brow at the female. Julia was the nanny that usually looked after Rhysand and Y/n, so it was a real shame that no one who knew how to take care of the kids was around.

Orion cursed his wife for leaving to visit Illyria without the babe.

"What do you expect me to do about it?"

"I just... my lord, I thought you would know how to calm her down."

The babe in the females arms screamed louder, her legs kicking. Her small hands fisting and pulling and pushing at the shoulder of the nanny.

Orion sighed, grabbing the little girl from the females arms. It felt a little awkward, considering it was the first time Orion was holding his daughter in his arms.

"Get lost. And no need to come back. Also, tell Julia to leave someone who actually knows how to do their work next time."

"But my lord-"

Orion did not give her the chance to complete the sentence, turning away and slamming the door shut with his leg.

He still held Y/n away from his body, his palms grasping at her ribs and holding her as if she was a dangerous object which could explode at any second.

She was.

Orion was just pondering what to do when he realised that Y/n had stopped screaming, soft sniffles the only sounds coming from her now. She stared at Orion with wide eyes, shiny with the tears still in them. She was panting a little, her chubby cheeks red.

Orion stared back. In the back of his mind, he wondered what she saw when she looked at him. Did she see a monster? A high lord? A fae male?

Her father?

Orion shook his head, trying to dislodge that thought and wondering what to do with Y/n. His arms were beginning to strain now, and he quickly looked around the room, his eyes landing on the couch near his desk.

Orion walked over, leaning down to set Y/n onto it.

But before she even touched the couch, her eyes widened, her mouth opening as a scream again ripped from her chest. Big, fat tears began running down her rounded cheeks, and Orion straightened.

She quieted instantly.

"What do you want me to do?" Orion questioned the little girl, who did nothing. Her eyes seemed to have been glued to his face.

Of course, he felt dumb for trying to converse to a babe.

Sighing, he wrapped his arms properly around her, just like the nanny had, and watched her reaction. She relaxed, settling into Orion's chest, looking around with curious eyes.

Orion huffed, deciding to try and set her down again. It was a mistake, as she... did not like that. She glared at her father with accusatory eyes, and amusement spread through him when she started blabbering to herself under her breath.

But Orion knew he could not stand with her in his arms all day. He still had more papers to sign and reports to read. Orion looked around once again, his eyes now lingering on the giant windows of the moonstone palace through which the distant mountains were visible, shining softly under the tender moonlight.

He turned so Y/n could look at it. "You want to look out of there?"

Her tiny fingers wrapped tightly around his shirt, and she turned her head away, staring at something on the wall behind the desk. Orion sighed.

Once he had settled down in his chair, he set her carefully on his lap, praying to the mother for his wife to return soon.

"Are you always this fussy?" He questioned, making her look up at him from where she was examining the wood of the desk. She babbled something at him, her index finger raised. Then she settled back against Orion's abdomen, her fingers twisting around her little dress. "Mother help me."

Orion returned to his paperwork, and it was almost an hour before he glanced down to the babe in his arms. She had not fussed at all since then, and it was a little suspicious.

There she was, sucking on her thumb, her other hand wrapped around the index finger of the hand that Orion had put around her to keep her from falling, her head resting in the crook of his elbow.

He could not stop the tiny smile that bloomed on his face at the sight.

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Orion's pov, now.

Orion took a sip of his drink, glancing up from the paperwork he was examining. His eyes found the hunched form of his eldest daughter as she worked on a few reports for him.

Feeling his eyes on her, she glanced up. "Father? Is there anything you need?"

"How long till the reports are finished?"

"Only a couple of pages left."

Orion hummed, gulping down the rest of his whiskey before speaking. "Where did your mother and sister go to again?"

Y/n blinked. "Oh, they told me they were going to visit Rhys in Illyria."

Orion nodded, reaching out to grab the whiskey decanter to pour himself another glass. Y/n returned to her work.

His wife had told him she was visiting Illyria. She did not tell him she was going to meet their son.

He would have to have a chat with her.

His eyes again wandered back to his daughter as he leaned back.

That first day when he had held her and then she had fallen asleep on him flashed through Orion's mind, and a small smirk quirked the side of his lips.

She had come far. So far.

From that innocent little babe who just wanted love to this- this tool who would do anything to please her father.

He was proud of her, he realised. Though he had never said that to her. He probably never would.

Or returned to his paperwork, storing that information in the back of his mind to be analysed later.

He had just picked up his quill when that first feeling of terror and pain came through the usually closed off side of his mate's side of the bond.

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Taglist: @mirandasidefics

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thatfreshi · 5 months

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"Quit" (Uni AU P. 17)

GUYS IT'S BEEN SO LONG BUT FRESHIAU IS BACK! Sorry for the hell of a cliffhanger I gave you, whoopsies :)

tw - mentions of abuse, hospitalization

The next half-hour is a blur unlike any you've known before. You, Gale, and Karlach pile into the art student's shitty mini-van.

"I'm sure he's okay Tav."

Karlach tries to give you an assuring hand on the shoulder, but you think back to the phone call, the way the nurse wouldn't tell you anything, how you yelled in the middle of a damn cafe. It would be embarrassing if you didn't know the stakes that were in this trip to the hospital, that Astarion isn't the type for medical assistance unless it's absolutely necessary.

Other than Karlach's comment and the occasional flick of a blinker, the car is almost entirely silent. Gale drops you off at the front before leaving to park, and your tall friend stays by your side as you enter the sterile, sad building. When you get to the desk, she speaks on your behalf.

"We got a call that Astarion Ancunín was admitted here?"

"What's your relation to the patient?"

Karlach hesitates, before pushing you forward slightly.

"Well I'm just his friend, but my pal Tav here is his spouse!"

You give her a slightly concerned look, but soften when you know she just wants you to be able to see him.

"You can come back this way Tav."

It's all so quick and without feeling. Truthfully, you know medical professionals deal with this kind of thing on the daily, but the lack of concern for him makes you a little sick to your stomach. The words of your guide fall on deaf ears when you make it to his room, rushing in before she can even finish her sentence. She closes the door behind you as you're met with Astarion, your dear Aster, who looks far more beat down than usual.

"How in the hell did you manage to get back here?"

He asks with a slight smirk, the bags under his eyes far more noticeable than before. You can't help but smile at his charm, but replace it with a bitter expression soon after.

"That's not important right now. What happened?"

The urge to yell and scream is kept at a simmer, and instead your voice is kept soft, like plush moments of reading law papers, like falling asleep with your best friend, like cheap espresso and designer fabrics.

"Severe dehydration I suppose. I passed out, and Petras called an ambulance, which I'm sure got him beat to no end. Stupid decision if you ask me."

"Oh, so you quite literally pass out, and your first reaction is to think about Petras?"

He ponders your words for a moment as you finally sit at the edge of the bed.

"Trust me... I've already had plenty of time to think about just how bad this was. Thankfully when I lost consciousness I only bruised my poor arm, but the doctor said it could've been much worse. Heat stroke, seizures-"

"Okay, let's maybe not talk about all of that."

You start to cry, finally, after a panic-induced state of adrenaline begins to wear off. You get a notification from the group chat. Gale says Lae'zel, Shadowheart, and Wyll Ubered over. You show your phone to him.

"Look, everyone showed up."

You smile softly, feeling a trail of tears hit your lip. It tastes salty.

"Of course they did. You all are far too sappy."

"Oh shut it Aster. We were worried."

"Well it's fine now, right? The issue is resolved, so everyone can go home, including you Tav."

You scoff.

"Fat chance. Besides, Karlach kind of told the nurse that I'm your spouse, so it looks weird if I leave now."

"She did what?"

"Yeah, trust me, it was weird."

He gets a little nervous, showing his age for once, that deep down he's still a 20-something-year-old kid. It stays silent for a little bit, and you listen to the monitors in the room, the almost silent IV drip, the steps of people walking up and down the halls. Your listening is interrupted by a tapping on the bed, Astarion trying to get your attention.

"Yeah?"

"I know I struggle to say it sometimes, well, most times, but I do rather appreciate that you came... that all of you came, but you in particular."

You want to be able to appreciate his words, but the fear that lingers beneath doesn't let you rest.

"I don't want to do it again. I don't know if my heart can handle doing all of this again."

"What else would you have me do darling?"

You know what you want to say, and you know what his response will be, but the words leave your mouth anyways.

"Quit. I want you to quit."

He goes to interrupt you, but you put a finger up to shush him, and he obliges.

"I know it feels impossible. I know you've signed how many documents and that you need the money, but you six incredible friends now that can help you through this. Think about it: if you blackout all your socials, stop showing up, what can he really do about it? Cazador can't get on campus. You'd be safe there, and it will look so bad for his image if you suddenly disappear that he'll be scrambling for PR anyways! I think you can do this, that we can do this."

"And what about the money?"

"Student loans? And we can all pitch in when we have extra. And you could pick up a job on campus, maybe something in the law library?"

You're trying to be inspiring, but looking at him like this makes it hard.

"Why do you keep trying so much for me? Truly, you've wasted so much breath on me, even in this moment."

Somehow those sad questions still catch you off-guard. You put a hand on his.

"I don't think I can even word it right Aster. Even if I tried, I don't think the words would make sense, that any of it would make sense to either of us. Just accept that I'm here, trying for you, okay?"

"Okay... then I'll try too. I'll try your ridiculous plan Tav."

#astarion x tav #astarion x reader #angst #comfort #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #freshiau

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belovedstarrs · 4 months

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do you even care?!

• pairing : geto x fem!reader

• tags : angst, breakup??, just a shit ton of one-sided fighting (verbal) , language galore, drinking mentioned & used, cheating, geto never betrays jujutsu high au.

• a/n : god im half asleep writing this and i havent proof-read sooooo deal w/ it i just need to actually post and get over this writing slump.

• w/c : 602

• loosely based off of all too well & youre losing me

you were laying in your bed and pondering. suguru hasnt been home in hours and he told you he was gonna be home at 5 pm, its 10 pm. you checked his location and he turned it off a few hours ago.

you heard the keys jangle in the doorknobs and you quickly got up, you didnt even know what you wanted to say to him. you looked out your doorframe and saw him taking off his shoes at the front entrance as you angrily walked over.

"suguru what the hell! where the fuck where you at? you turned off your damn location. you know what nevermind you were probably at the bar with gojo flirting with some girls since you clearly dont give a shit about me."

it all blurted out, you felt like throwing up. why now? suguru had to take a minute to process everything from you talking to fast. "y/n i wasnt flirting with any girls nor at the bar. i just had gotten a new mission right before i got off and my phone had died." he said with no emotion in his voice. you could tell it was a lie. just by the way he looks uneasy you can tell hes been drinking.

"oh stop giving me that bullshit suguru. if you dont like me just fucking say it. i dont get how you can just cheat on me yet still have the balls to say the words i love you." you wanted to die. you used to love this man with your whole life, why is this happening? why does he lie to you so much.

the past 3 months have felt like hell. sugurus been getting more distant and staying out later than he tells you while getting drunk. you dont fucking get it. why is he doing this? what have you done to deserve this? youve put so much into this relationship and hes tearing it apart like its nothing.

he doesnt even have a response to your stinging words. "y/n i promise i still lov-" you quickly cut him off. "you dont ever keep your promises! stop spouting shit that isnt true for once! your just an asshole liar." you pause for a moment before you continue

"why have you put nothing into our relationship? did you never love me from the start? ive been trying so fucking hard to still love you and act as nothing is wrong and ive tried to tell you that but youre just a dumbass!" you brush shoulders as you go to the front door to quickly put on your shoes and a coat to leave. making sure to grab your keys and get the hell out before he says anything.

there was this burning feeling in your chest that also felt like a little freedom. were you meant to not be with suguru? you wished so hard in your head he would come back for you and apologize, make it right. you kept walking down the street and nothing happened.

you pulled out your phone to text utahime and ask if you could stay the night.

y/n : utahime you awake?

utahime : yeah. why?

y/n : just fought with suguru. wondering if i could stay the night.

utahime : totally! stay for as long as you need.

that gave you some relief. your gonna have to figure out you and sugurus situation but for now you need time to yourself to figure out what the hell youre gonna do with him since you two live together and dont have a actual apartment of your own.

part 2 is out now!!

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itsthestutterforme · 1 month

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BROKEN SILVER LININGS: Chapter Two

Summary: When Bucky brought you to the hospital and the doctors tell you that you have mild dehydration, forcing you to have a tough conversation about Steve. Once you were discharged, you were scared to go home so you asked Bucky if you can stay at his place.

Notes: all mistakes are my own, angst, character death, character mourning, Bucky being soft

The doctor tries asking you some questions but his voice sounded far away. Like he was whispering through a tunnel at you.

You blinked owlishly, your eyes closing at different paces as you fought your drowsiness.

“How long has she been like this?” The doctor questions, shifting his attention to Bucky.

“At least a week,” the doctor hums in response, lifting your eye lids to shine a light into them.

Your eye functions were normal, however your blood pressure and your heart rate was low.

“Judging by her vitals, she’s been moderately dehydrated for at least two weeks.” “Two weeks?” Bucky reiterates, his ears perking at the sound of the soft wheezing in your chest.

Soon after, you let a loud cough wincing when you pulled a muscle in your abdomen. The two of them watched as you fell back asleep at the drop of a hat.

“What was that?”

“The wheeze comes from her low blood pressure. There’s not enough oxygen is in her blood stream. Her brain is telling her to take deep breaths but the muscles around her lungs were be restricted from the lack of water. Hence the wheezing,” the doctor explains as he wrote down a few notes on your chart.

“I’ll get a nurse to start her on a drip. And I’ll prescribe her some anti inflammatory medication. But before I do that, I have a question for you.”

Bucky lifts his hand for the doctor to continue.

“Her stomach is completely empty which suggests she hasn’t eaten in a week. My question is, do you suspect that this was self inflicted?”

“Well I.. what happens if it was?”

“We’d have to do a psych evaluation and keep her here for suicide watch for at least twenty four hours.”

“Jesus,” Bucky wipes a hand over his face, covering his mouth as he ponders.

“She’s not crazy, alright? She just lost her boyfriend and she’s taking it really hard.”

Your wheeze caught his attention again.

“Can you please just bring a nurse in here?” The doctor nods and leaves the room. Bucky sighs, staring at your sleeping form.

Your chestnut skin looked a shade lighter than your normal tone, making the silk, dark blue head scarf you wore seem darker than it actually is.

His stomach twists when he began to realize how sick you made yourself.

Steve made him promise to look after you and he’s already failing his best friend a week in.

He’s thankful that your diagnosis wasn’t fatal. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself if something happened to you.

His shoes squeak when he made his way next to you. Taking the chair from the wall, he turns it so he’s able to look out the window and sit by your bedside.

His pants were damp and already starting to moisten the fabric of the chair.

Given, it was not the best idea to hold you in his arms under the frigid shower water to then walk outside in the crisp, fall air.

Only for it to start raining on the ride to the hospital. Bucky watches the rain drops race one another sliding down the window when he hears a faint knock.

His eyes slide to the opening door to a curvy, red headed nurse with a tray of items.

“Good afternoon, my name’s Sadie. I’m going to be inserting her IV.” She introduces, setting the tray down and making her way over to the sink in the room.

She washes her hands to slide on a fresh pair of latex gloves while Bucky’s eyes narrow at the IV needle.

Shaking his head of his memories from HYDRA, he clears his throat and stands from the chair.

The nurse made her way over to your sleeping form, pulling your arm so you were flat on your back.

She rips out an antibacterial wipe and smooths the wipe along the pulse point of your inner elbow.

“Not a fan of needles, huh?” The nurse sparks conversation, noticing the way Bucky’s breathing pick up when she takes the IV needle out of the packaging.

“Not really, no.” You grunt when she gradually pushed the needle into your arm, puncturing the vein.

Your eyes remained closed but your lower body started to turn away from the nurse. “There you go, sweetheart.”

She applies tape over the needle and hangs the fluid bag on the metal cart.

“When will she start feeling better?” “Within the next hour or two,” she answers with a warm smile, crossing her room to throw away the packaging and her gloves.

“Let me know if you need anything,” with that, she left the room with the tray in her arms.

Bucky settled back in his seat, tuning out the mechanical beep of the heart monitor and chose to listen to your heart beat straight from the source.

Th-thump.. Th-thump.. Th-thump..

Bucky peers over your shoulder at the sound of soft groans and the sheets rustling.

Pulling away from the window, he turns around to face you. “Hey, doll. How are you feeling?”

“Like my head is going to explode,” Your tongue darts over your dry lips as you gingerly sat up in the cot.

“How long was I out?” “Five hours,” your eyes met his and you let out a long breath.

“I’m sorry if I worried you. And.. sorry that I’m the reason you’re all wet.” You apologized softly, breaking away from his gaze.

“Y/N-“

The door opens again and the doctor re-emerges. “Good. You’re awake. Are you feeling rested?” He greets with a warm smile.

“A little,”

“Does anything hurt?”

“My head is pounding. And I’m pretty sure I pulled a muscle in my back. But other than that, I’m okay.” You explained, pressing a hand to your forehead.

“Are you feeling hungry at all?” “M’starving,” “That’s great to hear,” the doctor scribbles down more notes on the chart.

“There’s something serious I wanted to discuss with you.” “Okay,” you hesitate.

“We’re discussing whether we should give you a psych evaluation because we are under the assumption that this diagnosis was self inflicted.” The doctor explains.

“Should we be concerned, Ms. Y/L/N?” He adds after you went silent for a moment.

“No, I.. I’m just coping. And I know it’s an unhealthy way to do that.” You trail off, your gaze fell to your lap.

“I’m not suicidal, if that’s what you’re insinuating. If I need a psych evaluation to prove it, I’ll do it. I just want to get out of here,”

The doctor tucks the chart under his arm, nodding as he did so. “I was told you lost your boyfriend,” you nodded softly, a shaky breath left your lips.

Bucky wanted to take the doctor by the collar for making you cry.

“I’m sorry for your loss. The psychological evaluation won’t be necessary. You’ll be discharged within the hour,” he finalize, giving you and Bucky a nod before leaving.

Silence settled in the room and Bucky leans against the window sill with his arms crossed.

You found yourself staring at Bucky who lifts his gaze from the floor when he feels your staring at him.

The two of you stare at each other like you wanted to say something but didn’t know where to start.

“Sorry if I’m staring. You just remind me a lot of him.” You said softly and he nods in understanding.

“Steve told me what you did for him. That was the bravest thing I’ve ever seen someone do.”

“Maybe. But it doesn’t change the fact that I’m the one to blame for my own suffering,”

Bucky remained silent.

“Is he actually..?” You croaked, fighting to steady your tone.

“He’s gone. I’m so sorry, doll.” “Oh God,” a sob bubbled in your throat.

“Before Banner sent him through, he told me ‘take care of my girl for me’.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose as the tears flowed freely down your cheeks. Sniffling softly, your throat started to burn.

You weren’t sure if it was from the tears or if it was bile threatening to crawl up your throat.

It very well could have been both.

“I feel awful, James. He tried to call me and I didn’t a-answer. He probably felt so unloved.” You croak.

“That’s not true at all, Y/N. He knew how hard it was for you to make that decision. You didn’t let him go because you didn’t love him. It’s because you did.”

Pulling your knees into your chest, you slowly rocked yourself in the bed.

“I don’t know what I was thinking. I don’t have.. anybody. Tony is gone. Nat’s gone. I have no idea where Thor or Wanda is. And now Steve is-“

Your body shook as your sobs restricted your breathing. “I don’t have anyone.” you choked out.

Bucky’s eyes softened as he cautiously approached you.

It was refreshing for him to know that someone understood how he felt all his life. He’d just wish it was under better circumstances.

Even before HYDRA wiped his memory, he’d felt like a loner. Cast aside for the important people.

It’s partially why Steve and him were friends for so long. Steve was a loner himself and loners tend to stick together. But only in small numbers.

“You have me,” he reassures, “I can only imagine how you must feel. Losing your best friend.” You croaked, sniffling with every other word.

“I didn’t think anyone could understand how much. But you do.”

He spied a tissue box next to the sink and crosses the room to get it.

Setting the tissue box in front of you, you reached out to touch his metal hand.

“Thank you, James.” You say genuinely, more tears left your eyes.

“Call me Bucky,”

Slowly trailing after the male nurse who wheeled you out of the hospital, Bucky fiddles with the car keys in his pocket.

Once you were outside, you stood from the wheel chair. You shuddered when a breeze blew right through your thin pajama top.

“You should be all set. Have a good rest of your day.” The male nurse comments before returning back into the hospital.

Bucky pulls off his leather jacket and drapes it over your trembling frame as the two of you walked towards his car.

“I know you ate that sandwich earlier but I was wondering if you wanted to swing by someplace before I take you home.”

You froze when he said home. You stopped in your tracks and pulled his jacket closer to your body.

“I don’t think I’m ready to go home,” you admitted, too embarrassed to meet his gaze.

“Do you.. want to head back to my place?” He offers, watching you nod in response.

“Okay,” he hesitates. The car chirps when he clicks the unlock button on the key fob.

His apartment isn’t exactly homey. All that’s in it is a love seat couch and table in the living room and a full sized bed in his bedroom that he barely sleeps in.

He’s been sleeping on the floor next to the couch since he moved in.

He’s starting to feel a little self conscious about that fact. “I uh.. I don’t have anything in the fridge so we’ll have to go grocery shopping.” He says as he opens the car door for you.

“That’s okay,” you slide into the passenger seat and he closed the door.

His car still smells brand new even after a few months of him having it. He hops into the driver side and press the push to start button to turn over the ignition.

You bit your lip anxiously as you contemplated telling him why you didn’t want to go home.

“I want to get over this. So I don’t have to burden you anymore, Bucky. But I’m scared I can’t.” You anxiously scratched at your pajama pants.

“You are not a burden at all, Y/N. I just- I haven’t taken care of someone in a long time. And I’m still getting used to everything.”

He lets out a sigh, not finding the words he wanted to tell you.

“I want you around, Y/N.” He finalizes, keeping the car in park until the situation was settled. He peers over at you as your lips part in surprise.

You weren’t expecting him to say that.

“I want you around too,” you said after a long pause.

“Are you comfortable with wearing my clothes for the night then?” “I don’t mind that at all,”

Bucky nods a moment then shifts the car into reverse to peel out of the parking lot.

You leaned your head against the headrest and let out a long sigh of frustration when you make the realization.

“What’s wrong?” He takes his eyes off the road to glance at you.

“I need my hair stuff,” you said in defeat. “Okay. Well, are you comfortable with packing a quick bag then leaving? I could come up with you or?”

He waits for your response, turning to find you looking out the window as you contemplated.

You’re not a runner, Y/N. You repeat to yourself in your head.

“I think I’ll be okay with going in on my own,” you said with a nod as if you were trying to convince yourself.

“You sure, doll?”

“I’m sure, Bucky.” He examines your face a moment before giving you a soft okay.

Moving over to the left lane, he makes a u turn since your apartment was on the complete opposite side of town.

In fifteen minutes, Bucky pulled into the parking lot next to the car you and Steve shared.

The mere sight of the empty car served as the first reminder that Steve was no longer here.

Bucky glanced over at you when he noticed your heart rate pick up.

He followed your gaze to Steve’s car and his eyes softened when he looked back at you.

He opened his mouth to say something but you opened the car door and stepped out before he had the chance.

You readjusted your feet in the disposable slippers the hospital gave you before you walk up the stairs to your apartment.

You stopped at the end of the hall, staring right at the apartment door with 221 etched in gold numbers.

Tugging the sleeves of your top over your hands, you cautiously walk towards the door and slowly opened the door.

Tears pricked your eyes when you were instantly met with Steve scent of sandalwood and embers.

It was a cologne you had gotten him for his birthday. Once he smelled it for the first time, he fell in love with it and made it his every day scent ever since.

Had this been any other day, you would have opened the door when you got home from work to see Steve sitting on the couch with a book in his hand and 60’s music playing from the Spotify playlist you made for him.

The TV would be turned on but just low enough to be background noise without it being distracting.

When he noticed you opening the door, he would have closed his book and made his way over to you.

He would take your purse and phone from your hands, setting it on the counter before gathering you in his arms almost immediately.

Giving you a warm kiss, he would take you to the couch and place you between his legs with your back pressed to his chest.

He pulls your hair out of the tight bun you had it in, smiling when you shake your head to let your curls free relaxing from the absence of the tension.

“Tell me all about your day, sweetheart.” He would whisper to you, taking your shoulders into his hands and massaging the tense muscle.

But it wasn’t any other day.

You wiped away some stray tears, letting out a shaky breath as you crossed into the bedroom.

Taking a weekender bag from the closet, you packed about three days worth of clothes.

In a frantic attempt to pack things you needed so you can get out of here as fast as you could, you knocked over the hamper.

Jumping at the loud clatter on the hard wood floor, you knelt down to gather all of the clothes when you noticed Steve’s favorite black fall jacket.

Taking the material into your hands, you smooth your thumb over the buttons and slowly brought the jacket up to your nose.

Your eyes started to burn from the scent but you continued to hold the jacket close to you, falling to your knees.

Sobbing into the material, you pulled the jacket into your chest as you gently rocked yourself. A sob choked out whenever you tried to take a deep breath.

Noticing your body starting to get heavy, a wave of lethargy came over you.

“I can’t be here right now,” you croaked, shaking your head of the dark suspicions.

You stood on shaky legs and tossed the jacket into the hamper. You crossed the apartment once again to grab your hair products and toothbrush.

Once everything was packed, you took the weekender bag in your hands. You hesitate leaving the room and look back at Steve’s jacket.

You grabbed it and draped it over your forearm before leaving the apartment, following Bucky’s boot prints on the floor leading you on the way out.

Your phone vibrated on the kitchen counter but you didn’t bother turning back for it.

Bucky had heard you crying to yourself earlier but chose to stay in the car to respect your space.

You slid back into the passenger seat with the weekender bag in your lap.

Bucky’s eyes fell to Steve’s jacket and he clenched his jaw as Steve’s faint scent spread in the car.

“Okay, I’m ready.”

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@mostlymarvelgirl

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d1xonss · 5 months

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Desert Rose

Chapter 13 ~ Hey Stranger

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Rose

✧ Era : Season 2

✧ Word Count : 3.3k

In this chapter ~ Daryl finally returns from his long search when the sun begins to set. Though he seems to have a lot on his mind as his heart flutters at the continuous growing feelings he had felt for Rose who still had yet to wake. The flower he had picked just a few hours prior only proving it further.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ THIRD PERSON POV *~*~*~*~*~*~*

Daryl finally made it back to the house after walking in the woods for hours, deciding to head into the RV to see Carol first to inform her of what he found. But realistically, he found he was stalling. Stalling because he was actually a little afraid to see her.

He was nervous to catch a glimpse of her in a state he had never seen her in before, but most of all he was nervous to give her the flower he had picked specifically for her. Even more nervous to try and look her in the eye when he did so. He didn't even know if she was awake yet, but there truly was only one way to find out.

After talking to Carol and even getting her to smile a bit, he finally trudged his way back to the house to see Rose. His slow and hesitant steps made it up the porch and through the screen door, enough to catch sight of the room she was placed in. The door was only opened a crack when he first approached, causing him to take a deep breath, before he fully pushed it open.

There she was, lying peacefully on the bed with her eyes still softly shut and her arms lazily at her sides. She had bandages across her middle that were slowly turning red from the blood of the fresh wounds, and her face was left looking paler than before. The color completely drained from her usual pink cheeks.

His eyes lingered on her figure for longer than he was willing to admit, before he quickly realized he wasn't completely alone in the room. His gaze trailed to the left the moment he caught sight of a younger girl in the corner, sitting on a chair, reading a book that was placed in her hands. He swallowed thickly as he thought about how long he stood there still, clearing his throat a bit awkwardly to get her attention.

She instantly looked up and smiled politely, "Oh, sorry," she muttered before standing up, "I'm Beth, I've just been looking out for her while everyone was busy." she stated.

And that statement she claimed turned out to be nothing but the truth. She had been at Rose's side ever since her surgery was a success. Double checking she had a plethora of pillows, monitoring her IV, and making sure her pulse was still getting stronger as she healed.

In a way she felt bad for the girl ever since she first saw the damage that was done to her. And though she couldn't help out when the chaos first hit, she wanted to be able to help in any way afterwards. Fulfilling the promise to herself.

The man only grunted in response to her before slowly making his way further into the room, over towards the right side of the bed and sat down on the empty chair facing her. He eyed all of her features as he chewed his bottom lip anxiously, before his gaze suddenly traveled down to her hand that was sticking out from under the thick blanket. He thought for a moment about taking it in his own, pondered over it for much longer than necessary.

But then before another thought could enter his mind, advising him not to, he shakily and gently took her hand and gripped it softly. So softly that he feared he could potentially hurt her further if he squeezed even a little too tight.

She was colder than he expected, and her small hand felt so soft in his larger one, tickling his calloused skin the smallest bit. The flower he still had in his grasp dangled in his other hand loosely, leading him to place it delicately on the floor for now, seeing as she wasn't awake yet. The young girl however was still standing there watching his every move, and he was starting to get uncomfortable under her gaze. Maybe now wasn't the best time to stay.

But she finally noticed and spoke up a bit meekly, "I'll just...leave you two alone." she said before leaving the room without another word. Unknown to Daryl, she had a small knowing smile playing on her lips as she walked away with a quiet shut of the door.

Beth wasn't stupid. She noticed the way he walked in and didn't even notice her presence at first because he was too busy staring almost longingly at Rose. She thought it was really sweet that so many people cared for her, and she also didn't fail to notice the flower the man brought with him, even if he tried to hide it.

Even after Daryl heard the door being shut, he still sat there holding her hand, just staring at her. The anticipation he seemed to feel suddenly melted away upon seeing she was really okay, silently not being able to wait until she woke up. All he wanted was to be able to finally talk to her again. He quickly seemed to realize that she was the only one in the group that he told much of anything, so the fact that he couldn't talk to her for a day or two felt much longer than it actually was.

His eyes then moved away from her for only a brief moment to glance down at the flower on the floor, silently planning what he was going to say once he gave it to her. He had a very embarrassing moment at the CDC and didn't want to fuck up again. Going over what to say seemed stupid in his head, but he knew that if he were to just say whatever came to mind in the moment, he would just make an ass of himself yet again.

But his stomach seemed to do a flip when he suddenly felt her hand move ever so slightly to gently squeeze his. His eyes darted back up to her face to see her eyes now fluttered open heavily and she had a small, growing smile on her lips.

"Hey stranger." she spoke tiredly.

He couldn't stop the grin that stretched across his entire face, "Hey." he breathed.

Her smile only seemed to grow upon hearing his voice speak to her, her eyes then trailing down to see their hands that were still intertwined. He followed her gaze before suddenly realizing what she was looking at and slowly pulled his hand back, thinking it was making her uncomfortable. So much for not embarrassing himself.

But as he let go, she felt herself frown. Though she didn't dare try to move and take his hand again, seeing the unrecognizable look on his face. She didn't want to overstep any boundaries, especially when she didn't know what he was thinking.

He felt his cheeks get hot in slight embarrassment, "How ya feelin?" he asked, changing the subject.

"Like I got shot." she replied and laughed slightly to herself, before hissing at the sudden pain in her abdomen.

"Careful." he reminded her, instinctively placing his hand on her arm.

He then realized what he did again and removed it quickly, internally groaning that he somehow fucked up again, though she didn't seem to notice as she leaned back slowly again on the fluffy pillows. His eyes then fell on the flower that was still sitting a few inches away from his boot, trying to come up with something to say.

But he didn't have time. She was looking at him somewhat expectantly with a small smile, noticing he was trying to find the words, waiting patiently for him to speak as there was clearly something on his mind.

"Okay, close yer eyes." he settled on saying.

Her eyes narrowed the smallest bit, "Oh God, what are you doing Daryl Dixon?" she questioned him.

He felt his heart flutter fast in his chest upon hearing her voice use his full name, trying to ignore it pounding against his ribs. He found he never cared much for his name, thinking it was nothing special. But when she said it, it was a completely different feeling. One he didn't know if he should be scared of or not, knowing silently to himself that if she used his name in any way, he would do just about anything she wanted.

Although those thoughts just stayed permanently in his head, a light scoff leaving his lips instead of what he really wished to say, "Just do it, woman." he spoke with a roll of his eyes.

She looked at him suspiciously for a moment or two, before doing what he requested. He then hesitantly took her hand and opened it up to gently place the stem of the flower there, causing her to open her eyes when she felt something light in her grasp.

She examined it for a moment with softened eyes before glancing back up at him. "Wow, thank you Daryl, it's beautiful. Where did you find this?" she questioned.

"Found some not too far from here...just saw em and picked one for you and Carol. There's a story behind it, and so I thought it would make Carol a little more hopeful. Ya know the story?" he asked.

She smiled at him sweetly while shaking her head.

"Well, the story is that when American soldiers were moving Indians off their land on the Trail of Tears, the Cherokee mothers were grievin and cryin so much cause they were losin their little ones along the way from exposure, and disease, and starvation. A lot of em just disappeared. So, the elders, they said a prayer; asked for a sign to uplift the mother's spirits and give em strength and hope. The next day this rose started to grow where the mother's tears fell. I told Carol I thought these bloomed for Sophia." he said.

Rose sat there still with an even softer expression than before, taking in all the things that Daryl just told her, hanging onto every word. He went out of his way and found flowers that reminded him of her and Carol, and told such beautiful story that went right along with the very beautiful flower. It nearly made her melt hearing how much thought he put into this little action alone.

This was a completely new side to Daryl that she had never seen before. But she liked it.

"That's a really beautiful story," she smiled softly, "I'm sure Carol really appreciated you doing that for her."

He shrugged with a small huff, "No big deal."

"No," she said seriously, "It is. I know you're doing everything you can to find this little girl and that is in fact, a big deal."

His eyes gazed over her, trying to ignore the funny feeling in his stomach as he couldn't seem to come up with a good response. He just smiled at her and nodded his head, showing her he understood what she was saying even though currently there wasn't a clear thought in his head.

The two then began talking normally and Daryl informed her about everything that had happened recently, updated her on the things that she absolutely needed to know. But he then slowly came to realize the more he spoke to her, when she first woke up, all of her attention immediately went to him. She didn't ask where she was, or what happened. She just focused on him, and that warmed his heart.

He still however had his doubts if she felt the same way about him as he did for her. He clearly noticed she did all these things with Glenn, so why would that make him any different? He told himself over and over again not to get too close to her because he didn't want to get hurt, but he just couldn't help it.

He liked the way she made him feel, how she made him laugh, and he couldn't stop himself from staring almost longingly at her beautiful green eyes whenever she spoke to him. He then quickly realized that talking to her again was like a breath of fresh air that he really needed, and time just seemed to pass by in a flash.

A few hours seemed to fly by as they talked nonstop, before he suddenly stood up when there was a brief pause in the air. "Mkay, m' gonna go tell everyone yer up. M' sure they'll wanna see ya." he smiled.

She nodded her head and said a small, "Okay."

He headed towards the door, his hand just about to turn the knob to leave, when her voice stopped him in his tracks. "Hey Daryl?" she asked.

"Hm?" he turned around.

"Why did you bring me a flower?" she asked.

Shit. He didn't have a good enough lie, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to tell her the truth. So he settled on a question.

"What do ya mean?" he asked her.

"Well, you said you gave Carol the flower because you wanted to show her that they bloomed for Sophia. You never told me why you gave me one." she stated.

He didn't have long to come up with a good excuse. He couldn't tell her how he felt, he didn't even know if he ever could. He thought he would just keep that to himself until the feelings for her eventually went away, because in his mind he never thought she would see him the same.

"Uh...um, well..." he stuttered as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

But just by pure luck, the door creaked opened suddenly and there stood Carl whose eyes had grown wide upon seeing Rose sitting up and awake.

"Rose!" he exclaimed, running up to the bed to pull her into a hug, but was just careful enough not to hurt her. She opened her arms and hugged him back with her eyes closed, holding him close to her as she smiled.

But after a moment, she opened her eyes to look back up at Daryl and winked at him before turning all her attention back to the kid still tangled up in her arms. The man's heart skipped and beat, and he felt his cheeks heat up drastically. Damn, how could this girl affect him so much?

"How are you feeling?" Carl asked her.

They parted so she was able to look him in the eye, "Just a little sore, but I'm okay kid." she responded.

Daryl took this as his cue to leave and let the others know she was awake. Hershel probably wanted to check on her and make sure she was recovering well. He made his way out of the room and past the staircase to see almost everyone was in the living room talking quietly amongst each other.

"Hey Doc, Rose is up. Figured you would wanna take a look at her." Daryl announced.

"Oh yes, thank you." the man said with a smile, standing up to pass him.

Then without missing a beat all of the other group members got up and followed Hershel up to her room, and Daryl found himself following right behind them. When he walked back into the space, he could see her face instantly light up seeing everyone come in to check on her. He smiled to himself seeing how happy she looked, watching her interact with everyone as if the pain she was in was the last thing on her mind.

Glenn was by one side of her bed holding her hand, while Carl occupied the other, looking at her like if he took his eyes off her, she would disappear.

"We were all so worried about you." Glenn said, his voice thick with emotion.

She smiled at him and squeezed his hand, reassuring him she was just fine.

"It looks like you're healing well. You should be able to get up soon, but don't do anything too active for a while or you'll rip your stitches." Hershel informed her after doing a small checkup.

"Thank you so much." she said to the man.

He smiled warmly at her and nodded. He then brought his two daughters forward so they could properly meet her and right off the bat she instantly liked them both.

Maggie seemed like a badass, who she could see herself being really good friends with. And Beth looked like a total sweetheart, and she knew they would get along just fine. She also met a woman named Patricia who seemed like a very nice lady, but Daryl told her about her recent loss, so she didn't take it personal when the woman didn't say a lot to her.

Rick then moved his son to get closer to her, the guilt only resurfacing upon seeing her like this, "I am so sorry this happened to you. I shouldn't have let you come with us."

She quickly shook her head, "No, don't you dare do what I think you're doing, this is not your fault. It's nobody's fault, okay?" she asked him, waiting for him to nod his head before she continued, "I'm just so glad you're all here. Safe." she finished.

She then took a scan around the room again and did an obvious double take when she saw Shane. He had shaved his head recently after he came back without Otis, though no one really understood why.

"Jesus Christ, what the hell happened to your hair?" she asked with wide eyes.

This made everyone laugh, including a small chuckle from Shane, "Glad to see you're doing better." he said before excusing himself out of the room.

After that she then talked a little bit with everyone, some swapping stories on what had happened recently that she had missed out on. That only seemed to spark a memory in Glenn's mind, leaning over to whisper in her ear that he had something important to tell her later. Wanting to inform her about the activities that took place on the run he went on with Maggie in the pharmacy.

Though after everyone's laughter died down, people started to get tired and left little by little to turn in for the night. Slowly but surely they started to dwindle until it was just Rick, Glenn, and Daryl left with her in the room.

Rick went to the opposite side of the bed and took her hand, "I'll be back to check on you first thing in the morning, okay?"

She rolled her eyes playfully, "I'm not a child, I'll be okay. I just need time to rest, and I'll be up and ready to help look for Sophia before you know it."

Rick sighed and chuckled at how eager she was to put others before herself, "Just take it easy." he quietly advised, before turning on his heel to leave the room.

Glenn left soon after that, squeezing her hand and wishing her a goodnight before slipping out of the space right afterwards. Now just her and Daryl were the only ones left and there was somewhat of an awkward silence that filled the space between them. But when she turned to look at him, his eyes were already glued on her.

"Well, are you just going to stand there or are you going to sit?" she asked, gesturing to the chair next to the bed.

But he shook his head to her surprise, "Nah you need to rest, I'll come see ya tomorrow." he said.

"Aw, you're no fun." she poked.

He rolled his eyes, "Just rest."

"Okay, okay." she caved as she settled more into the soft mattress beneath her.

He nodded and turned to walk out the door, but stopped and turned back to her one more time, "Sweet dreams." he muttered before he left without another word.

She smiled genuinely and couldn't help but be thankful for everyone that was so eager to help her even though they had absolutely no clue who she was. And for the rest of her group for being so incredibly worried and showing that they cared so much just by gathering around the bed and talking to her for a while.

These people were slowly becoming dearer to her with every passing second, and that scared her slightly. The thought of losing them still lingered in her mind. But she also couldn't help but feel overjoyed to finally have people that she could count on. Her people.

~ Thanks for reading!

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sunnycanvas · 7 months

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Spectral Descent

King Baldwin IV x Fem!Reader

Warning: character death

It was late hours in the kingdom of Jerusalem. King Baldwin IV sat alone in his dimly litted chamber surrounded by lamp meticulously reviewing documents that bore the fate of his realm. The room was illuminated by the soft glow of lamps, casting long shadows across the parchment. The King was consumed by his kingly duties when, suddenly, a haunting howl, akin to a wolf's cry, pierced the silence of the night. A sigh escaped him as he rose from his ornate chair to peer out of the window into the quiet, slumbering kingdom below. The streets lay deserted, the kingdom cloaked in stillness. It was late at hours of the night. People were mostly asleep. The kingdom looked dead. Deep in contemplation, he couldn't help but ponder about the future of his kingdom after his inevitable passing, and more acutely, about your fate. You, his beloved, whom he longed for with every fiber of his being. Knowing that you had journeyed to visit your distant family weighed heavily on his heart. Though he longed to accompany you, He had reluctantly let you go under the protection of trusted knights and a loyal carriage rider

Baldwin IV suddenly felt heavy pain in his heart and felt suffocation in throat almost as if someone is chocking him. Your lack of presence must be truly suffocating the king.

In desperation, King Baldwin IV whispered in agony "Almighty God, Eternal Father, Lord of Lords, have mercy upon me, a humble knight in Thy Divine Service. O Lord, I pray for Thy indulgence and blessing"

Exhaustion took its toll, and he decided it was time to retire for the night. Carrying his lamp, he headed for his bed, but as he turned, a figure in the mirror caught his attention – it was you . You had shocked expression in your face. Your sudden presence startled him. "Oh, hello there, (Y/N)," he greeted with a mixture of relief and anxiety. "You scared me. For a moment, I thought it was an assassin." Baldwin IV smiled as he put his hand near his heart. You smiled softly at him then chuckled. Hiding your mouth with your hand.

"My love, you look even more beautiful in darkness. Your face is glows like that of a porcelain doll and your eyes are shine like those stars outside. A sinister smile curled at the corners of your lips as you whispered "My, my!" "You really do love me" "I sometimes think like you are obsessed with me".

"Enough of talking" "Come here" "Let me hug you".

You appeared scared and recoiled from his hand reaching out to you. King Baldwin IV looked confused and hurt by your rejection. You were last person who he would think would be repulsed by his condition

"I am sorry I am tired". You excused yourself as you walked around the room lighting more candles and placing them around the room. An unsettling feeling gnawed at King Baldwin IV. Something was terribly amiss, but he couldn't quite discern it. "I bought you your favourite food as well as some of the silk clothes". "They shouldn't hurt your leprous skin". You laid out his gifts on table and King Baldwin IV quietly say opposite to you. You took a seat opposite him, and he regarded you with growing suspicion, sensing that you were not what you seemed.King Baldwin IV looked at you skeptically. You could tell your lover has gotten suspicious. To lighten the mood Baldwin IV joked "Hopefully someone didn't sell you poison, saying it would cure me" you flinched hearing that and stuttured "Oof cour-se not" ."Yo-uh know how uh.. much I love you" Baldwin IV feeling of unease increased after hearing your response. "My love don't take it so seriously" "I was just joking" "You aren't that dumb". "You were acting strange so I thought of lightning the atmosphere" Baldwin IV laughed at his own joke but you could read unease in his face. You smiled wryly in response "He's perceptive, just as I expected," you thought, realizing that your true nature had been discovered sooner than you had planned

Just then both of your attention was drawn away by the tapping sound on the window Relief washed over you, but it quickly turned to dread as you gazed outside. A vulture seemed intent on feasting on the food you had brought. In a panic, you grabbed the food and began to dart around the room, while King Baldwin IV watched in amusement. Eventually, the vulture gave up and departed. "You do seem guilty, my dear vulture," you mused, "I promise to feed you next time."

You looked at King Baldwin IV who smiled wryly and said "A bird flying around room is bad omen". "That must be for me" "After all these verses are meant for me".

"You think too much love" your voice lowered to strong degree and suddenly King Baldwin IV felt chilly in his room. "I think we have interacted enough"

"My lov-"

"Enough"

Your attitude made King Baldwin IV feel offended . "You can't talk to me like that" Baldwin IV retorated. "So that's how it going to me" "I came here to have good time but it seems I won't be getting one". "Sleep love, I don't want to play games anymore".

Baldwin IV felt heavy sleep take over him and felt the world go dark around him.

Next day at early morning he woke up on his chair. The table had no food and bed had no gifts on them. "She must have cleaned the table and shifted the gifts" king Baldwin he reasoned, stretching and preparing to search for you, intending to give you a piece of his mind for your strange behavior. Exiting his chamber, he immediately noticed the tense and hurried atmosphere within the castle. People rushed about, their faces filled with fear. Worried and bewildered, he began to inquire, "Where is (Y/N)?" But no one had an answer.

"Brother" Princess Sybilla said as she came with grave expression looking as her tensed brother who said "It seems like (Y/N) is angry with me" "I can't find her anywhere".

"No, that's not true" "Please, remember to be strong for your god and your people"

"Of course, sister" "I am not so weak hearted" Baldwin IV replied offended.

"It was just one silly argument, which we had yesterday night" Baldwin IV explained. Confused Princess Sybilla said "What are you talking about?" Baldwin IV replied "She came to my room yesterday night". Confused sybilla said "That's not possible" "She died yesterday night". This time King Baldwin IV was shocked. "Dismayed, Baldwin IV protested, "No, that can't be true! Please, don't jest about this. Where is she? We had an argument last night, but it was just a petty quarrel". King Baldwin IV looked in verge of tears and sybilla felt sorry for her brother. Sybilla's eyes held the weight of a terrible truth as she delivered the dreadful news, "Brother, I would never joke about matters of life and death". "The knights and carriage rider warned her about the consequences of travelling in late hours but she wouldn't budge saying she longed your presence enough and as a result was willing to take the risk" "She passed away yesterday late hours after carriage accident".

"Late hours?". Baldwin IV fell into deep thought until he realised that's the time you came to visit him.

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Hero In Shining Flannel

Y/N x June Sullivan (and hopefully Hello and Goodbye later lol)

CW: Indications of toxic relationship, mentions of bullying/harassment, as well as self-deprecating/depressive/anxious thoughts

_____________ Put under a readmore - PLEASE READ THIS ITS SO AMAZING AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH IVE READ IT A DOZEN TIMES!!!!!!

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Buzz.

Marshmallow🧡: Why didn’t you invite me??

A small pit forms in your stomach as you see the text message pop up on your phone. Of course you made another mistake. But…couldn’t you go to the mall by yourself? Is there an unspoken rule that you have to bring your partner with you everywhere you go?

You have no clue. Social rules and relationship rules are confusing and hard to maneuver. Sigh. You adjust your body on the edge of the fountain to a more comfortable position and text them back.

You: Sorry about that, I was just gonna do a quick purchase and leave. I know you like longer trips to the mall but I’m not feeling up to that today

The 3 bubbles pop up on your screen, indicating that they are typing. Not soon after, another text appears.

Marshmallow🧡: Dude it only would’ve been like an extra 20 minutes or something. I’m really hurt that you didn’t bring me with you ☹️

The pit grows larger. You furrow your brows at the “20 minutes” part of the text. Last time they said “20 minutes”, the two of you were there for an hour, and you almost had a meltdown right there in the mall because you needed to leave and get out of that overstimulating environment and they just wanted to keep shopping. But you were their ride, you couldn’t just leave them there. It’s a good thing you had your earbuds with you so you could ground yourself in your music. If you hadn’t had them…well. Let’s just say the trip would’ve gone a lot differently, and not in a good way. That trip only reinforced your rule of “always have earbuds or headphones with you”.

With a resigned sigh, you do the only thing you can. Your fingers shakily type out your response.

You: I’m sorry that you’re feeling hurt. I’ll invite you next time I promise.

The 3 bubbles appear again, and your body tenses in anticipation. After about 30 seconds, the bubbles disappear. You wait for about 10 seconds. Maybe the message is just taking longer to send from a spotty connection or something.

You realize after another 20 seconds that you’re probably not getting a message back for awhile. That’s bad, right? That probably means they’re really mad at you. Your stomach feels like it’s going to implode in on itself.

You hate this. You’re not cut out for this. This is just like high school all over again. Why can’t you do anything right? You should’ve known that they would see your location and want to come along. Why didn’t you invite them in the first place? You know they have anxiety about being left behind! What is wrong with you?? You’re a terrible partner. You don’t deserve-

“Hey, you alright?”

Your eyes snap up to a young blond man standing above you, looking slightly concerned. No no no, you can’t burden a stranger with your issues! You put on your best smile, hoping it’s convincing.

“Oh yeah, I’m good! Thanks for asking.” Please go away, I can’t talk to anybody right now…

The young man’s eyebrows furrow, and he looks like he’s pondering something. After a moment, he gives you a kind smile.

“I dunno if most people who are doing okay cry in the middle of a mall.” He sits down on the edge of the fountain next to you, facing towards you.

Wait, you’re crying right now? When did that happen? Great. Now you’re crying in public and making a stranger worry for you. Goddammit.

Before you can say anything, he speaks again. “Look, you don’t need to talk about it if you don’t want to. But if you do, I’ll totally listen!” He taps his fingers absentmindedly. “Or maybe we could go get a smoothie or something and not think about it.”

You just look at this guy, dumbfounded. He would just…do that for you? You try to think and make a decision in the span of a few seconds. You’re now really stressed about the situation with your partner, and you were planning on leaving the mall as soon as possible to get to a safe and controlled environment. But on the flip side, this guy is offering a distraction because he saw you were upset. You get a very kind aura from him, if you’re reading him correctly. Well, it wouldn’t hurt to try, right? You know you’d just spiral in anxiety if you went back home right now, anyway. Maybe a good smoothie and talking to someone who isn’t Marshmallow will be good for you.

You can’t bring yourself to keep up the forced smile, so you let yourself just look as anxious as you feel. “I mean…I guess a smoothie sounds good. But…you’re sure? I don’t want to get in the way of your mall trip.”

The man waves his hand dismissively. “It’s no problem at all! I want to help if I can. I’d much rather make someone feel better than mindlessly wander around stores.” He stands up and offers his hand to you with a sympathetic smile.

You take his hand and he gently helps you up before letting go. He puts his hand to his forehead to shield his eyes from the light, squinting and looking around. “Alright, smoothie smoothie smoothie, show me…smoothies.” He mumbles in a slightly silly voice.

You can’t help but sniffle and chuckle a little bit. “Do you…not know where it is?”

He looks at you, not dropping his smile at all. “I’m gonna be so honest with you, I don’t even know if this mall even has a smoothie place. I just assumed there is one. ‘Cause there’s gotta be, right?”

You softly chuckle again and gesture for him to follow you. “Well, you’d be right. It’s this way.” The two of you start walking down the large corridor towards the food court.

“So,” The man begins. “It’s not lost on me that I’m a total stranger offering smoothies. In our generation, that’s like, unheard of I think.” He chuckles before continuing. “So I just wanted to say here and now that if you get uncomfortable or your social battery dies, you can totally tell me to leave. The last thing I want is to make your day worse. So just do what’s best for you, alright?” He gives you that kind smile again.

You return his smile. For real, this time. Not forced. “Thanks. I appreciate that. A lot.”

“Of course!” He chirps. He suddenly sticks his hand out to you. “By the way, I’m June.”

You shake his hand politely and tell him your name. “Nice to meet you, June.”

You two break the handshake and he just doesn’t stop smiling. His positivity is infectious. “Likewise.”

The two of you walk in semi-comfortable silence for a minute or so until you make it to the food court. You scan for a moment before pointing off to the left. “There’s the smoothie place. Well, it’s not only a smoothie place. But you know what I mean.”

You look over at June, and notice he’s still staring around at the food court, and he’s finally lost his smile. Your brow furrows in slight concern. “June? You okay?”

That breaks him out of whatever thoughts he was having. “Yeah,” He shakes his head a bit and smiles again, though this time it’s a bit…sadder than before. “Just kinda reminds me of my old food court.”

He starts walking towards the smoothie place, and you quickly catch up and keep pace with him. “Oh, so you’re not from around here then?”

He shakes his head. “Nope. New around here, kinda getting a lay of the land.”

“Oh! I’d be happy to show you around.” You offer, surprising yourself. You can’t believe you just offered to do that for a total stranger. He could be dangerous, for all you know! But looking at him in his little blue flannel jacket and those headphones around his neck, the way he fidgets and speaks, and just the overall positive vibes he emits, you can tell. He’s a trustworthy dude.

June’s eyes light up upon your offer. “Oh shit, really? That’d be awesome!”

“Sure!” You smile.

The two of you order your smoothies and find a quiet table to sit at and chat.

“So-“ The both of you start at the same time.

“Oh sorry, you can go!” You say first.

June shakes his head. “Nah nah that’s okay, what were you going to say?”

“As much as I want to say ‘no, you go’, I don’t want us to be going in a circle for who knows how long,” You giggle. “So, alright. I’ll go. I just wanted to say ‘Welcome’, I guess. I think that’s what one is supposed to say in situations like this?” You look away, feeling like maybe that’s not the right thing to say.

“But like I’m not saying that specifically because I feel like I’m supposed to, I genuinely am welcoming you here because you seem cool.” You awkwardly freeze, expecting June to laugh at you or make fun of you.

“Thanks! I appreciate the welcome. And for being called cool!” He smiles. “Always nice when people boost my already overinflated ego,” he obviously jokes.

You both laugh for a few moments. It feels…really nice. “So what were you gonna say?” You ask, taking a sip of your smoothie as June answers.

“Ah, I was just going to ask what you do around here. Job, school, that kind of thing! If you don’t mind me asking.”

You shake your head. “I don’t mind at all! I work part-time at a general store kinda near here. It has a dumb name. ‘Everything Ya Need’.” You roll your eyes with a smile just thinking about it.

June snickers a bit. “Ah yeah, I remember seeing that place and loving the name!”

The two of you smile wider at that. “That’s actually really close to where I work. That new repair and parts place, ya seen it?”

You nod your head. “Mhm! Yeah, I know that place. Haven’t been ‘cause I haven’t had a need to, but I think it’s good we’ll have a shop like that around here. Do you like working there so far?”

June puts his chin in his hands and takes a large gulp of smoothie. “Oh definitely!” He nods. “Couldn’t ask for a better job or coworkers.”

“Awe, that’s so good to hear!” You smile, genuinely happy for him.

“What about your job?” June asks. “Do you like your coworkers?”

You clench your teeth and look away for a couple moments. “Um…I guess it’s not as bad now that this one dude got fired. But the store was so desperate for people that at first, they didn’t fire him even when he was literally harassing and bullying me. And you might be thinking ‘well, why didn’t you quit?’ And it’s because I was too scared to. I know my tasks there, I know the people, it’s comfortable. I didn’t want to have to do more job searching and the terrifying interview and go into the unknown where I would have no clue what to expect. Sad, I know.” You sigh and take an ashamed sip of loser smoothie.

June’s eyebrows furrow in sympathy, and he gives you a reassuring smile. “Hey, come on now. That’s not sad, I totally get it. The comfort of routine and the fear of the unknown are super valid. Even if a routine may have something that hurts you, it’s easier…and feels safer to stay with that than to risk doing something new that could…go wrong.” His voice and his smile oddly faltered a bit by the end there. His blue eyes cloud for a moment, seeming distant, as if he’s remembering something.

“Right, yeah. You get it!” You try to break him out of whatever potential bad memories he might be reliving. “Thanks for validating me.”

June’s eyes flicker back to you, and his cute smile comes back.

Wait. What did you just call his smile??

“Of course!” He says, and you hope to heaven above that your face looks normal.

“So, um…” you try to think of something to talk about before you start accidentally making yourself blush more or something. “Is it alright if I ask you why you don’t tie your shoes? At least, I assume it’s on purpose, given that you’ve had a couple chances to tie them. If that is a rude question or too intrusive, I apologize!” You try not to wince at the anticipation of him getting upset with you for asking him that question.

After June swallows a sip of smoothie, he waves his hand dismissively. “Oh, no it’s not rude! You’re all good. I just don’t like them feeling uneven.”

Your eyes widen, and you subconsciously lean a little towards him over the table. “Wait, you hate uneven shoes too?? Oh my gosh, I’m so glad I’m not alone in that!”

June tilts his head to the side a bit with a reassuring smile. “Of course you’re not alone in that!”

You look down at your slip-on shoes, just wanting to peek at them due to them now being the topic of conversation. “Well, that makes me feel better. Nobody I know has ever talked about it. I’ve been late to class a couple times because I had to re-tie my shoes like, 4-6 times to try to make them feel even. It’s so annoying. I’m very thankful for slip-on shoes, that’s for sure.”

June takes another sip of smoothie, and you follow suit. “Geez, yeah that’s rough. I’m glad you got some slip-ons, though!”

“Thanks! I’m glad that I know a fellow even-feeling shoe enjoyer now. It’s validating as hell,” you chuckle, and June chuckles with you.

The nice moment between you two is interrupted by a loud buzz from your pocket. June looks at you curiously as you tense up.

“Oh boy.” You slowly start pulling your phone out of your pocket, cursing your hand for shaking.

You take a moment to gather the courage to look at it, and…you slump down in your chair with relief when you see it’s just a text from your mom asking how your day is going.

“Oh thank fuck,” you exhale.

June looks at you curiously, but obviously seems conflicted due to not wanting to intrude on your personal life. You give him a knowing look.

“It was my mom. I was worried it was going to be my partner,” you take an awkward sip of smoothie.

June’s eyes widen ever-so-slightly, but he quickly composes himself. “Oof.” He also takes an awkward sip of smoothie.

You’re not liking the tense silence now, so you decide to move on. “I don’t really want to spill all of my relationship issues onto you when we just met, even if you’re willing to listen. Which I appreciate, by the way. I’d like for you to associate my presence with…well, not trauma-dumping, that’s for sure!” You chuckle.

June looks a little concerned again for a moment, but lets it go. “I get it. I’d probably do the same thing in your shoes. So…do you want to not think about it for a while?”

You nod your head eagerly. “Definitely. How about that tour I offered?” You ask, slightly desperately.

June shoots you a solid thumbs up while sipping his drink. “Sounds good to me!”

After the finishing of smoothies, you and June throw your cups away and start walking around the mall. You show him your favorite shops, what kinds of other shops are available, and the quietest times of the week. Luckily, June has no problem having a fast tour of the mall so the both of you can leave and explore the quieter town.

As you walk around, you two pass both your workplace as well as the shop June works at, and you end up exchanging some work stories.

“Yeah, I have a knack for scaring the shit out of Matt,” June laughs. “I swear that I try to let him know I’m there before I tap his shoulder! He’s just so easy to spook.”

You giggle at that, imagining a gruff and rugged 40 year old man jumping 10 feet in the air from a little shoulder tap.

“Poor Matt!” You can’t help but smile.

June waves off your sympathy. “Ah, he’s fine. Don’t worry about him!”

“Okay,” you laugh. “I’ll take your word for it.”

You end up telling June a couple of work stories that don’t involve the guy that harassed you, or basically just any negative stories in general. I don’t want to be a Debbie downer. I gotta make sure I’m somewhat pleasant to be around so that I don’t ruin things right out of the gate with him.

The more you walk around town with June, the more you properly forget about your partner being mad at you, and the anxiety in your stomach subsides for a while. Talking with June feels really nice, he’s super understanding, and the conversations flow so easily. You have trouble remembering the last time you had such a pleasant time with someone other than Marshmallow. You furrow your brow as you think about the fact that you don’t really spend time with anyone other than them. Even if you’re with friends or acquaintances, they’re there.

Don’t ignore their anxiety. Their last partner really messed with their head, it’s okay if they want to come with you to places. How selfish can you be?

You’re pulled out of your spiral when June says your name.

“Huh? What?” You ask, hoping you didn’t space out for too long. Ugh, June must think you’re such a scatterbrain!!

“You good?” He asks, with that concerned look again. You hate making him look like that. You want him to smile, you don’t want him to worry about you.

“Yes, thank you.” You smile and shake your head in a futile attempt to clear it. “Um, so…ah.” You gesture to the park that the two of you are currently walking past. “This park is a nice place to chill and relax, at least when there’s not too many people. It’s nice to watch the birds.”

June looks around at the park’s trees with a soft smile. “Hmm. Good to know! Love me a good birb.”

You chuckle at that, focusing on his smile. “Well,” you clap your hands together gently. “I’ve taken up enough of your time, it’s been-“ you check your phone’s clock and your eyes widen. “Holy shit, 2 hours. Damn.” Time really flew by, it felt like 45 minutes…

June holds his hands up reassuringly. “Hey, it’s no problem at all! I really appreciate you taking me around town and showing me where stuff is.”

You nod at him with a small smile. “Absolutely!” You hold out your hand to him, offering a handshake. “Well, June, it was really nice to meet you! Thank you for being kind enough to check in on a distressed stranger. You’re a good dude.”

June returns the handshake, his face looking slightly bashful. Adorable, you can’t help thinking to yourself.

“Of course! Wasn’t just gonna pass you by. It was really nice to meet you as well!” He smiles politely, but it doesn’t look forced, to your relief.

You and June let go of the handshake, and you point your thumb in the general direction of your apartment. “I’m walking this way, which direction are you going in? ‘Cause I don’t wanna do that thing where we say goodbye and then we awkwardly end up walking in the same direction.”

June laughs, and it’s a wonderful laugh. Not one of judgement, not one of teasing, but one of understanding. He points his thumb in a different direction. “I totally getcha! I’m going that way, so we’re good on that front.”

“Okay, cool. Well June, it’s been a pleasure. Maybe I’ll see you around town again sometime.” You shrug casually, hoping you’re giving the correct signal that you don’t expect him to give you more of his time, but letting him know you’re open to spending more time with him.

“Yeah, for sure! That’d be cool.” He gives you a friendly wave and gently says your name. “Take care!”

You grin and wave back at him. “You too!” You watch him walk away, and let out a quiet, contented sigh. You watch June stick his hands in his pockets, just looking at stuff around him as he walks, as if everything he passes deserves to be acknowledged and observed.

You don’t want to be weird, so you turn towards the direction of your apartment and start walking home. Instead of having anxiety again about your partner as you make your way back, you instead think about June. The way he made you feel so validated and understood. How he didn’t judge you, how he was laughing with you, not at you, and how it felt so easy to talk to him. You can’t help but feel really happy at the possibility of seeing him again sometime.

Even if your relationship never makes it past acquaintance status, even if you never talk with him again, you’re thankful for the time you got to spend with him today. He made you feel a little less alone, and made you feel better about some things you were either ashamed of or worried about.

You look over your shoulder, spotting him one last time as he grows further in the distance. Your lips curl into a small smile, your heart feeling full.

Thank you, June.

#submission #so(u)l project fanfic #IM SO INSANE I CANT BELIEVE I GET TO USE THAT TAG #THIS WAS SUCH A WONDERFUL GIFT AND SO CUTE AND FUN AND AAAUGH #BEAUTIFUL

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iamthenerdqueen · 9 months

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The Red String of Faith - Chapter IV

Idol!AteezXOCs Soulmates!ot8AteezXOCs OCXOC Slight Social Media AU!

slight twigger warnings: Polyamory, group of 10, two OC's -feel free to replace one OC with yourself if you'd like- ,eventual smut, listen this is an idea me and my best friend had and is something for fun read at own risk, not edited as always, also we are starting to explore themes such as bxb and gxg if thats not for you, this story may not be for you.

Chapter I, Chapter II, Chapter III, Next

A/N: enjoy :)

No one could convince Lyra that packing was an enjoyable thing. Trying to decide what was supposed to go with her for the next couple days was more stressful than the phone call with her mother the day after they had made it home from Atlanta and telling her everything that had happened.

In the past few days, a lot had changed and yet at the same time, nothing had changed. Everyday went on as it had before finding out about the other 8 people in their tether. What was really different was the near constant communication with the boys.

As soon as they had gotten inside their apartment after arriving from the hotel, Lia had called Hongjoong which then turned into a facetime call which lasted until nearly midnight. All of them, just going about their business, but on facetime.

Everyday since they had texted constantly, well near constantly, there were times when the boys had schedules and obviously when they were on stage plus Lia had a strict rule about not looking at her phone while on stream. And the one thing that had sent their daily routine into a bit of a spiral was Lia’s announcement to bunnies.

The day after they got home, Lia decided that during her normally scheduled stream, she was going to let them know she was planning to take a break in the near future. More specifically, she told them that from April 1st to June 1st, she would not be going live because she would be moving to the other side of the world.

The cover story, as they had agreed on and what was told to her fanbase that it was so Lyra could follow a job opportunity. This was the exact same thing Lyra told her boss on the same day, in writing setting her official last day at the library as Friday, April 1st. Were both of these announcements very early, yes. Was this the easiest way for the girls to do it, also yes.

To them it was like ripping the bandaid off and didn’t allow for either of them to ponder on the situation or try to back out. Lia promised bunnies two things that would happen during her break. One is that she would be pre-filming a special Sims series to post once a week to her youtube channel through the months she would be gone. Second was she would be posting some vlog style videos of the things she was doing during the break and those would be posted more sporadically.

Bunnies were up in arms for a couple hours after the announcement, but eventually everyone calmed down and wished her well. And now, both girls were trying to figure out what exactly to bring with them.

Both would consider themselves overpackers, but for very different reasons. Lyra was convinced that something would go horribly wrong and ruin her clothes so everything needed a backup. Lia also had this fear, but was more concerned with the fact that she would probably hate at least one outfit she put together by the time she was supposed to wear it, so each one had a backup.

Currently, Lia was debating on just how many pairs of underwear were too many. Not feeling up to yelling across the apartment to Lyra who was in her room trying to finish shoving things into a carry on, she decided to text her instead

Chaos. Pure unhinged chaos was the only way to describe the group chat between the 10 of them. In the seven days since they had seen the boys they had all gotten comfortable, at least speaking over the phone.

Currently, their favorite thing was for the girls to call them before they went on stage. Everyday, the girls would facetime a different member's phone about an hour before they were set to go on stage and together the girls would wish the entire group good luck for the show.

The girls had no idea just how much it also meant to the boys to hear from them and to know that they were routing for them even though they were separated.

Then each night, the girls would call a different boy, trying to get to know them on a personal level too. They had each fallen asleep on the phone with six of the boys in the past several days, as the first night they were on a giant group call and in just a few minutes they would be on their way to the airport to rejoin their darling boys.

To combat this, they had promised to sit in between the boys they hadn’t gotten to call during their second flight from Dallas to LA.

Lia was going to be sitting between Jongho and Yunho during the flight while Lyra was going to be sitting between Mingi and Hongjoong. The other boys had been pouting on and off about it since the day before. Everything was still new and they wanted to spend as much time together as possible.

The boys had also grown comfortable enough to show their affection for each other in front of the girls. It was Lyra’s favorite thing to watch how each of them had a different way of showing how much they cared for each other. Some were more reserved, only giving a quick kiss to the cheek or pecking someone on the lips while some were more than happy to makeout, sometimes forgetting they were on facetime.

When Lia had been on her call with Yeosang the night before, Wooyoung made a surprise appearance and thank god for Lia reminding them that they weren’t supposed to give hickeys before a concert because Woo is a biter.

Time seemed to drag, even though the girls only had a few minutes before Lyra’s mother would be there to drop them off at the airport, it seemed like they had been trying to put the finishing touches on everything for half an hour now.

Like a mind reader, Hongjoong sent a text checking up on them. They had sent the boys their flight information and knew they were keeping a close eye on them until the were in the air.

In the back of Lyra’s mind she wondered how they had gotten this shy bean to turn into a flirt that was almost as bad as Lia, but there was a part of her that also knew this part of his was probably reserved only for his soulmates.

It was odd to think that they got to see a hidden side to the boys, well maybe hidden wasn’t the right word. A special side of the boys and in return, they shared a special part of themselves with them.

It wasn’t even a minute later that both girls could hear a series of honks coming from outside their apartment building. It was a distinct pattern of honks that only belonged to one person, Lyra’s mother.

With that the girls did one last scan of the living room, grabbed their bags and set their alarm before heading out the door.

“Hello Ladies!” Lyra’s mother, Jamie, said from the driver seat as the girls got into the car.

“HI Mom”

“Hey Jamie!”

After everyone was buckled in, they headed toward the local airport, which was only about 20 minutes from the apartment. Jamie had offered to drive them and pick them up so they didn’t have to worry about leaving one of their cars at the airport.

“So, tell me again why i’m letting you both do this? I get that y’all are all soulmates, but neither me nor Ange (Lia’s mother) have met them.” Jamie was a protective mother, and as someone who had never found her soulmate was reluctant to just let things happen.

“Well, we’re grown, so you can’t stop us. But besides that, they’re schedule is not flexible at all. Almost every moment of every day is planned for them, plus they’re currently on tour, Mom.” Lyra and her mother were close enough to be brutally honest with each other.

“She’s right, Jamie. We can’t interfere with their schedule.” It has taken years for Lia to get comfortable enough to drop the Mrs. from Jamie's name, but she had never been afraid to match the blonde woman's energy.

“I just don’t like the idea of the two of you going across the world because of some guys. If something happens, we can’t be there for you two. Y’all will be leaving your families behind.”

Lyra didn’t think she could roll her eyes any harder than she was currently, maybe they would get stuck that way.

“Mom. We’re only going to LA tonight. And you know just how offensive it is to refer to them as just some guys? Do you think we are stupid enough to decide to up and change our entire lives for some random dudes?” Lyra’s tone had gone from passive to stern with her mother in an instant. She knew her mother always had something to say, and she loved her for it, but right now her mother wasn’t even trying to see the whole situation. “Listen Mom, I understand you have a very particular viewpoint on soulmates, but the situation is what it is. We have two months before we leave for Korea and in that time I promise you will get to know them in some way, even if it's a couple phone calls. But a time comes for everyone when they have to make a choice in life, to take the chance at happiness or to be complacent. Frankly, we don’t want to give them up and the chance at feeling whole with the people we are destined to be with.”

With that, Jamie had run out of words and arguments. The truth was, she didn’t have anything against the boys. From the little bit of research she had done into them, they seemed like good people, but this was her daughter. In her mind, both girls were her daughter even if they weren’t romantically involved. She was scared at the thought of her youngest child being on the other side of the world. She may have never found her soulmate, but her children and their soulmates, the makeshift family they had all created together, was her whole world.

“It’s all going to be okay, Mom.” Lyra said as she came to a stop to let them out of the car as they had arrived at the airport drop off.

“I trust you both, and love you both. Just please be careful in LA and call me when you land in Dallas.” Jamie got out of the car to hug them both around the neck and watched them walk into the airport before pulling away.

Overall, Jamie had been the most stressful part of the whole check-in process at the airport. That was one of the good things about it being a small airport was that there was barely anyone there. They would go from Columbia to Charlotte with only a twenty minute layover before going from Charlotte to Dallas.

They wouldn’t really even get the chance to call or text anyone during their layover at Charlotte as their plane had arrived late and they had to run from Gate A2 to Gate C14 with only 10 minutes before their flight was set to take off. So, their flight planning skills were less than brilliant, oops.

It was just under 3 hours from Charlotte to Dallas, and thankfully this plane left on time and arrived about 5 minutes earlier than scheduled. That last walk from the plane into the terminal was nerve wracking. The girls knew they would be meeting Hajoon there before going to a private lounge, yet neither of them could stop the jumpiness that set into their bones.

Lia saw Hajoon first and helped guide Lyra, who had gone ahead and called her mother toward the manager.

“Hello again, Hajoon!” Lia put on a blinding smile as she gave a small wave to the man. He nodded in return, offering his own hello.

“Can I help either of you with any bags or help you carry anything,” Hajoon asked quietly as they walked toward the lounge. Lyra was still on the phone with Jamie, but shook her head at him with a polite smile before mouthing ‘i’m okay, but thank you.’

“It’s okay, we only have one bag each and our purses. We’ve got it, but it’s very nice of you to offer. Really, we’re very grateful for you helping us with all of this. It’s been more than we could have ever asked for.”

Lia’s words were true. Hajoon had gone out of his way for them countless times, not only the last time they had seen the boys but in the last week he had helped them with the NDA KQ had asked them to sign. It had nothing to do with their relationship, but it was very strict and clear that they weren’t supposed to talk about any unreleased music or content coming out for Ateez.

It was surprising, all of the higher ups were more than pleased that the boys had found the last two in their tether. They were behind them in this as much as they were behind the boys. It was heartwarming to see how close they were with their artists and how much they truly cared for their well being.

Lyra finally got off the phone and properly greeted Hajoon as she caught up with them.

“Lia now would probably be the best time to film in this airport, just so you don’t have to leave the group later on.”

“Yeah, hold on let me get my camera out, it is okay if we go a bit slower Hajoon? It’ll let me get some decent footage of the airport.”

“Sure, we’ve got time to spare before take off and have to cross the airport to get to the lounge. Get what you need.” He was no stranger to content needing to be filmed and how to stay out of the line of the camera.

Lia spent the next few minutes as they navigated their way through the airport speaking to her camera, getting some shots of her and Lyra here and there. It wasn’t very intense filming as the vlogs were very casual and wouldn’t be regular content through the break.

She finished up as they were passing the cluster of restaurants that was dead center of the airport.

“Have you all eaten? The boys, you and the other staff?” Lyra asked Hajoon, she knew that her and Lia had very little time to sit and eat through their long day of travel.

“Oh, we all had lunch and the lounge has some finger foods. We’ve been slightly off schedule today, so we will probably get something for everyone soon. Why? Are you hungry?”

Lyra couldn’t help but grin at Hajoon’s instinct to take care of others first. “I am hungry, but I was asking because we’re right here. I’m sure you would know what everyone would want to eat, it’s on me tonight, so let's go ahead and stop.”

“Oh no, it’s my responsibility to take c-”

“Hajoon. You take wonderful care of everyone, even me and Lia who are not your responsibility. I know buying food and treating people to food is very important in Korean culture. This may not be a large meal out with delectable meats, but please. Let me show our gratitude this way, until we can take you all out to a wonderful dinner.”

Hajoon was touched at the effort the girls were making and after a little more arguing, gave in and let Lyra buy the food for everyone. They settled on buying fried chicken for everyone who was currently with them as a large portion of the staff had already made their way to LA. Those who were flying with them were mostly managers, security for the boys, and one of the stylists.

All of the staff on tour had been notified of the soulgroups situation, and upon the return of Ateez to Korea the rest of the company who needed to know would be informed. The girls were hesitant for so many people to know, the boys were private people and this was their livelihood. Who knew what the reaction would be from fans if someone told them when the boys weren’t prepared to address it.

Hajoon and the boys let them know that everyone who worked at the company was contractually obligated to a strict level of confidentiality. It was apparently so legally binding that if someone were to leak information on the boys, about their music or personal affairs, they would not only be terminated but may also face legal repercussions as a violation of privacy in Korea. It was intimidating, just the thought of how much went into this new life they were stepping into.

But even just the week of talking to them over the phone was more than enough for them to know it was more than worth it.

After giving the poor workers at the chicken place a heart attack with their order, they were off once again and at the lounge. Hajoon had taken Lyra’s suitcase from her to make it easier for her to carry the bags of food.

He entered the lounge first and every one of the boys whipped their head to the manager. In seconds they were all standing trying to crowd around the door as the girls came in after Hajoon.

“Wow, I knew you guys liked fried chicken, but damn. I didn’t know it was enough to get this type of reaction,” Lyra couldn’t help but make a joke about the boys reaction to them entering the room. Affection was hard for her, it was one thing for Lia to show her some affection and be excited to see her. It was still hard for her to think that any of this was real, and they were just as overjoyed to see her as she was to see them.

She placed the bags of food on one of the tables in the lounge and told Hajoon to get the staff so they could grab some food first then they and the boys would get their food after.

“YA! I don’t care about the food,” It was Wooyoung who had wrapped his arms around her from the back pulling her into a hug, “I’m excited to see you!”

Lyra gently grabbed his hand that was resting around her waist and squeezed it before turning around to give him a proper hug. Wooyoung was only three inches taller than her, so Lyra’s head fit perfectly into the crook of his neck.

Over his shoulder she could see Lia getting pulled into a hug by San, him picking her up off her feet just slightly causing her to let out a little yelp. At that Lyra let go of Wooyoung so she could go see the other boys and give them their own hugs.

As she let him go, she turned her head towards his and was met with him doing the same. Their faces were so close that even one small tilt of the head the two could be kissing, but instead she just grinned at him.

“I missed you,” Wooyoung’s voice was quiet as he spoke the words to her

“I missed you,” Lyra had a brief burst of confidence as she kissed his cheek before heading over to pull Mingi into a hug.

Lia had already been able to see San, Hongjoong, and was now in the arms of Yeosang. Yeosang had a death grip on Lia, he didn’t say anything as he held on to her just savoring her being there. The playful persona he had taken up with them slipped for a second, but before Lia could even process that she felt his hand go from her lower back to her ass. Then he squeezed.

“SIR! THAT IS MY BEHIND!” Lia was not quiet in her words causing a few eyes to turn toward the couple and particularly to where Yeosangs had was still on her butt.

“I am very aware. It’s nice and soft.” He gave it one last squeeze before letting her go and flashing her a smirk.

“You, specifically, are going to be the death of me.” Lia said to him over her shoulder as she went to hug Jongho.

Some greetings were longer than others as some boys were more comfortable with physical touch at this stage. The same with the girls, Lia thrived on physical closeness but Lyra was more hesitant. It wasn’t something she was accustomed to receiving from anyone other than Lia and even then it was mostly just her holding her hand or generally being close to her.

Lyra tended to show her affection through her actions or words, which sometimes worked out and sometimes didn’t.

“Get some chicken, please. I’ll go last, I really don’t mind.” Lyra and Hongjoong had been going back and forth for a minute or two now about who would go last in grabbing their food.

“You choose first, I am okay taking whatever is left.” Hongjoong tried putting on his leader's eyes in a silent attempt for her to give into him.

“Sweetheart. If you don’t get you food right now I will not be a happy camper. I know you all had practice today and you’re all exhausted. Get all the food you want, there will be more than enough food for me after you’ve gotten all you want.” Lyra challenged in her own way turning on her stern southern lady voice in that moment. She was smiling at him and her words were confusing to him, but her eyes left no room for argument.

To the surprise of all the boys, and the staff who were secretly invested in the small bickering of the two, Hongjoong gave in and went about getting his food.

“Wow, how did she do that?” Mingi wasn’t sure if he was more scared or impressed that Lyra had just pulled that move on their captain as he asked Lia to explain.

“She can be very persuasive when she wants. She very rarely takes charge like that, but she kinda like a mama bear sometimes. I think she’s used to taking care of people, she took care of her dad her whole childhood and has taken care of me anytime I get even slightly sick since we were teenagers.” Lia was eating her chicken beside Mingi and looking at him.

“You get sick?” Seonghwa asked from the other side of her.

“I have a crappy immune system, so I catch colds easily. Like this past week I had a pretty constant headache and Lyra was making sure I had everything I needed or keeping me from overworking myself.” Lia was casual in her response, not realizing the concern she had stirred in the boys sitting around her.

Lia was focusing on her food when she felt a hand start playing with the back of her hair before carding through it. It was Seonghwa, playing with her hair and looking intently at her.

“Please, don’t be sick. I don’t want you to be unwell, especially if I can’t be there to take care of you.” His words were so gentle.

Lia smiled at him softly before speaking, “I will do my best to be healthy, but that means you and everyone else have to do the same. Don’t think me or Lyra are blind to how tired you all are right now.”

Seonghwa smiled at her and nodded, still playing with her hair. Everyone was settled around the room just waiting until they were to get on the plane, some of the boys seemed to be fighting off sleep now that they were fed and all their soulmates were in the same place.

The time came to board the plane, the boys and security went first. Then the staff and the girls followed. Almost all of the first class was full of KQ staff and the soulgroup save for one or two empty seats.

Take off was Lyra’s least favorite part of a plane ride, the feeling of leaving the ground made her whole body hurt. It was like being on a rollercoaster, as the plane took off Lyra grabbed both Hongjoong and Mingi’s hand in hers and squeezed hard.

This caused both boys to turn their heads toward her, seeing her eyes closed tight and her jaw clenched telling them what they needed to know. Her grip lessened as the plan steadied itself in the air.

“Are you okay?” Mingi asked Lyra from her left

“I’m okay” she answered still holding both of their hands

“You sure?” Hongjoong asked on her right

“As long as you’re all here, I’ll be okay,” she was smiling at them now, but made no move to let go of their hands.

A row back, Lia was between Jongho and Yunho. She was playing with Jongho’s hand and had pulled Yunho’s hand to sit in her lap for now with full intention to play with his next. She knew she would fall asleep before long, the calming hum of the plane always got to her.

LA was only a few hours away and then they would get three whole days together. Well, as together as they could be with the boys schedules and concerts, but they would be there nonetheless.

A/N: Hello all! I am back again :) Also, like always this is something me and my best friend are doing, so it might not always make sense but its just to make us happy lol. Shout out to my best friend for the text convos! I got asked about a tag list, so if you're intrested please let me know! The next chapter will probably have our first bit of smut ;) so get ready for that.

Tag List: @babyhailey819

P.S. If y'all see a spot where i any of Ateez's names are wrong please let me know cause my computer HATES me and always changes them.

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9 people Id like to get to know better !!! thank you sm for the tags @irregularcollapse @drarrymyheart @wolfpadx @achillesankle @solmussa @imsiriuslyreading - (doing this again bc well why nawt now that i dont have to wake up at 3 am tomozzy)

Last song: Secret door by arctic monkeys... I just... i'm fine (i'm not immune) im also trying really not to fall asleep before 10 but im in bed locked and loaded.

Favourite colour: I do wear a lot of black but bee wrote something like 'garish crimson' and i thought yeah thats the red i like... yeahh

Last movie/TV show: Hazbin Hotel on amazon soszocjvf soj nl so gay and insane someone please watch and Masters of the air on apple EXTREEMeLY gay they tried to broify war and they succeeded but not in the way they think

Sweet/Savoury/Spicy: going with savory bc if im at gails im picking savoury first... you know?

Last thing I googled: Keira knighlteys discography i think.... but before that i had to google if tea was slow releasing actually its just less caffeine than coffee

Current obsession: Check please thanks to bee and also regulus going " youre so silly , i love you " in @soliloquy-dawn lost on you also james going "you're so messy" and chuckling as he fucks regulus brains out i wasnt normal about that i cried alsooo in sols first kiss fic when geto and satoru cant kiss each other because they are so nervous they keep missing and yeahh im- im not. immune to guys being stupid in love, defending movies i dont really stan that much to film bros who love christopher nolan but call other movies 'self indulgent' brother are you okay??? lmao.

Last book: Ive got three hours left of Dark Rise by CS PASCAT and i was listening to it sobbing at 4 am on my way to work and then I just ordered Dark Heir (which is book 2) christian coulson who narrates in memoriam narrates them so.. i mean.. mdoznvao you know?

Looking forward to: This two week break I have and not waking up at 3 am for work weheeee and also finishing hazbin hotel and thinking more about monk damen and also thinking about heartbroken writer laurent and ummm hmmm , looking forward to pondering on them some more and recording some marig and EIAT!!

Well since ive done this np tagging @kaaaaaaarf @paintedgray @titstractiontag @assclaptherapy but also open tag <3 <3 <3 <3

#disocoraphy is not even the word i

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wing-ed-thing · 1 year

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Guilty Conscience (Kakashi x Reader) Part IV

Synopsis: You tried to walk away, you really did, but the guilt gnawed at your chest until you found yourself walking back. No, you couldn’t live with yourself if you just left him there.

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V

Word Count: 2k

Tags/Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Injury, Description of Injury, Gender Neutral Reader, Theif!Reader, Fake Medicine, Minor Original Characters

Notes: So this is just “one half of the chapter” which means I wrote it all and completely messed up the timeline! So I guess I have the second half of chapter five already done hahahahahahhahahaa...

“Sit up.”

Kakashi hadn’t even realized that he had dozed off until your blurry face came into view. The setting sun illuminated the back of your head like a halo, tinted green by the surrounding leaves. The light breaching through the vines glowed a rich golden color as the setting sun cast directly into Kakashi’s eyes. It would be dark any moment.

He squinted, a dirty hand coming to cup his eyes as he struggled to scoot back against the nest of foliage he had settled into. Kakashi’s other hand hovered gingerly over his wound. You helped him, placing down whatever was in your hands as you studied him.

You didn’t know what Soetsu did, but Kakashi already looked better. The bags under his eyes were still prominent and he wouldn’t be doing any crazy shinobi tricks anytime soon, but seeing him even just an hour after his treatment gave you better hope that you would make it to the river in time to catch your boat.

You sat next to Kakashi with your legs crossed and placed the bowl you had put down in your lap. You dipped in the spoon, dragging the back of it against the side of your makeshift bowl before offering it to him. Kakashi’s one eye stared at you as your spoon hovered around where you assumed his mouth was.

“Don’t you ever take that thing off?” you frowned, but remained postured as you were. Kakashi shook his head.

“The face coverings I have at home are nicer.” You lowered your arm, resting it on your knee. He didn’t answer your question.

“How do you eat?” Your brows furrowed.

“I have a mouth.” At that point, you returned the spoon to the bowl. You rested the neck on the lip, not completely resigning your effort. Kakashi gave you a once over. “I don’t make it a habit to have company when I do.” You rolled your eyes.

“Are all shinobi this difficult?” you asked with a shallow huff.

Kakashi said nothing, although you thought you heard a snicker from behind the ragged cloth that covered the lower part of his face. Instead, he wrapped his fingers gently around where your palm met your wrist. You seemed to freeze, as he guided the spoon back to his face. The thin metal stopped where it did before.

Kakashi’s one visible eye locked with yours for the briefest second.

You could see just the bottom of his chin as he lifted the cloth just high enough for him to guide the spoon into his mouth. He had a bit of stubble the same color as his dirty, silver hair. Kakashi let the cloth cover his pale skin once again as his lips contorted. He shifted again, the effort of guiding your hand causing his tender muscles to ache.

“You don’t like it, do you?”

Kakashi studied your face, mouth still puckered as whatever he just put into his mouth washed down his throat.

“No, that’s not it.” He smiled nervously, not quite knowing what to tell you. “It, uh, it, uh tastes a little—”

“Green?” You sucked on the inside of your cheek, sheepishness creeping onto your face. “It tastes like the color green, doesn’t it?”

‘That’s…” Kakashi trailed off, pondering over the taste in his mouth and the word you had assigned it. “I never knew that something could taste green.” The sheepishness on your cheeks warped your mouth into a goofy, contagious smile. He couldn’t stop himself from laughing. And as soon as his exterior fully broke, yours did too.

You sat together for just a few moments, gentle laughter filling the grove where you hid. Kakashi let out an exasperated groan, the tension in his core muscles drawing a dull pain from his healing wound. Even as the laughter died down, it left a subtle smile on your lips. Kakashi couldn’t recall seeing you smile before. It was nice, he decided.

“I had this whenever I got sick. Well, you’re not sick… same principle.” You dipped the spoon back into the bowl. You offered Kakashi the handle as you held the green liquid closer to him. “It’s all fresh herbs from the forest. It’ll give you some energy.”

He refused the spoon. Rather, he took the bowl in both hands and held it to his lips under the cloth. You looked off to the side, still gripping the stem of the used spoon between your knuckles. Kakashi studied the green mass as he sipped. He muttered something about resourcefulness into the rim of the bowl. His arms trembled subtly with effort.

“It was taught to me.” You nodded to yourself, staring deeper off into the distance.

A moment passed by.

“Are you alright?” Kakashi’s softly concerned question cut through your reminiscing. Your eyes darted immediately to his. And as you locked gazes, you couldn’t help but feel as if something was different.

Perhaps it was the lighting or the acute shock of being snapped from your thoughts. Kakashi had an aura about him that seemed familiar. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

“Yeah,” you said, the both of you starting to see each other for the first time as people.

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You laid in the darkness of the grove, unable to fall asleep. Your hands held each other at the center of your chest, your heart beating steadily beneath them. In the dimness, you took a deep breath as you settled deeper into the bed of foliage behind your neck. You tried to close your eyes again.

Despite the looming feeling of dread in your chest, you felt oddly calm. Sure, there were many things to worry about, but you were sure you had done worse in your lifetime. Worse than smuggling a shinobi into the forest’s one and only secret and safe haven… Convincing yourself of that one would be a gradual effort.

The side of your hand ran over a patch of your clothing. You could feel the slightest variation in texture. You pressed down on the tough fabric, having forgotten what you placed inside your breast pocket.

The photograph.

In between your reminiscing, you became painfully aware that you were nursing a shinobi— a predator. A predator who was raising other, young hunters.

You reached into your pocket, and sure enough, it was still there. The glossy paper felt oddly warm from your body heat. You stretched, carefully tugging it from the fold in your clothes. You brought it up to your face to study it the best you could in the dimness. The amorphous figures of the Kakashi and the three children were detectable in the near pitch black. If you hadn’t seen the image earlier, you probably couldn’t have even made out the outline of people in the first place. The image had developed a prominent crease across the center.

You sighed again.

“Is something wrong?”

You raised your head, a useless action considering the dark that filled the grove. Kakashi’s voice came somewhere to your left, somewhere among the raised tree roots. You lowered your head back down onto the moss, the weight of it heavy with stress and uncertainty. You played with the photograph, pushing the material against your fingernail, but not hard enough to tear.

“Nothing’s wrong,” you answered, almost as if Kakashi had levied an accusation against you. Your tone lacked bite. Your chattering thoughts left gaps between your words. The questions you found so hard to articulate balled up in your mouth, a physical discomfort locking your jaw. Even despite your unconvincing tone, you didn’t expect Kakashi to pry. And he didn’t.

The silence sat between the two of you: tense and palpable. It hung in the air almost as thick as the humidity in the cold air, but under the protection of the grove, you might be able to rest before you began your journey down to the river.

The river itself wouldn’t be too far of a walk. You could probably see it from where you were now if you went high enough into the trees. But then came catching the boat that Soetsu mentioned, and not only that, but also negotiating your way on with a shinobi from Konohagakure. And if you managed to convince the crew to let you on, managing your way into the Settlement was a completely different matter. Kakashi’s injuries aside, Soetsu was completely right; you’d be lucky if you weren’t killed on the spot.

It couldn’t have been worth it.

“So, you said that The Settlement was this, uh, main hub for the forest.” Kakashi’s voice sliced through your thoughts. Immediately, you wondered if he could hear your thoughts. Ninja magic and all of that. But you quickly brushed the thought off as ridiculous. After all, it wasn’t difficult to guess what occupied your mind. “I’ve never heard of it before.”

“If you shinobi knew about it, it wouldn’t exist.” It came out of your mouth before you could even think.

You wondered if the money was worth potentially screwing over everyone else in the forest by revealing the forest’s most widely treasured secret to a shinobi. But more than anything, you wondered what kind of person that made you. You heard him shift in the darkness, almost seeming to prop himself up by an inch— if an action like that could have such a distinctive noise in the first place.

“Why do you hate shinobi so much?”

Another few seconds of silence suspended itself in the cool humidity. You could almost hear him hum. His hesitancy to push the unspoken boundary was masked by the natural smoothness of his voice. Kakashi had his theories.

You took a moment to answer.

It was an honest question.

“You need to purchase services from Konohagakure…” You trailed off. “But with what goes on in these woods I don’t think hiring a shinobi would solve anything to begin with.” Kakashi waited a few moments to ensure that you were finished speaking.

“You’re putting a lot on the line, huh?” You couldn’t tell if his tone was genuinely considerate. “Sneaking a shinobi into this place… all for the money?”

You didn’t answer. It was a stupid question. Injured as he was, he would be smart not to put such thoughts into your head.

But in the bout of silence, you once again became aware of the photograph in your hand and became overwhelmed with the urge to do away with it. You pressed your thumb and your index finger together, squishing the corner. The children bore the same Leaf Village symbol that Kakashi did. A frown turned the sides of your lips downward.

“You have three kids, right?” You didn’t even let him answer. “It’s sweet that a rough looking guy like you carries around their picture. I saved it for you when Soetsu had me get rid of your vest.” You wet your lips with your tongue. The temperature of the air suddenly dropped. “I’m sure those ninja kids won’t want for nothing… if they even get to grow up…” You muttered the last of your words under your breath.

You expected him to fight you on what you said, but he didn’t.

Part of him wanted to know what led thoughts about his team to pop into your mind. The other part ruminated as to how he could best get more information out of you. He couldn’t say that he knew too much about the forest community: other than the thievery and danger that occasionally came up on the job. Kakashi had his own moments of questioning the grander system himself, but his honed intuition told him that something greater lurked behind your words and to tread carefully. He had already pushed his luck enough.

“Thank you.” Another bout of silence rang in your ears. You instinctually looked in the direction of his voice, but even with your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you could barely make out his form. “For keeping that for me.”

Kakashi’s questions about the tributes, the forest, and The Settlement were swiftly allocated to the back of his mind. He could find out in due time, but for now, it was best to keep his only hope out of the forest placated.

Quiet overtook the night for the last time that night, not to be broken until the morning.

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Notes: I’ve only gotten weird, unprompted critical comments on two fics ever in this hobby (which I think is a decent track record), but this was one of them. I spent so long on this because someone said something on like Chapter 2 so I’ve been pouring over it editing it to death. I wish I could let those sorts of things roll off easier, but hey, it’s something to work on in the new year.

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