#be gentle on myself cause i got really upset with myself the last go about this

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i had a dream last night that you apologized. it was for real this time. my hands shook while i read it; waiting for you to do the thing you always do - chewing on my lip, i was waiting for you to make it about you. waiting for the part where everything shifts and suddenly - again! - i'm taking care of you.

it's never really your fault, something is always "happening" for you. you always have an excuse. it's hard to explain because my heart is too gentle. i keep finding reasons to forgive your repeated actions. i keep saying well, you didn't have it easy or that was a hard time or maybe i just upset you enough for that reaction. i talk about how i was a troubled kid once. i talk about how people stuck by me when i went dark. i give you what i never got.

i texted my siblings about it: you ever remember something and then get mad about it all over again. and still, that little voice inside my head - did i not explain myself explicitly enough? am i being unfair? the boundary i drew had been communicated, but what if i should have given more chances for you to get used to it?

i had a dream you finally saw things my way. that you said - i realized why you were hurting. i caused that. i'm sorry. i had a dream that i know i'm going to have to talk about in therapy.

you want to know the worst part? i would forgive you pretty much instantly. i would roll over and let you back into my life immediately. i would tell everyone that you've turned over a new leaf. i would defend you like an attorney. i'd say how you've been working hard and finally apologized to me. i'd tell them all that the bare-minimum from you was finally showing.

that's all it would take. a single, real i'm sorry. and it's knowing that you can't do it. it's knowing you will never, ever take responsibility.

[akoyaxs]

˚༄ Tìyora Pt 5 - Final ༊ Aonung x Fem!Sully!Reader ༊ Enemies w Benefits ༊ 5.6k words Warnings: shit is filthy, rut, oral (m and f recieving), 69, rough sex, p in v, multiple orgasms, angst, fluff at the end because we got to finish it off nice :) ~ I just wanted to say thank you to all of you for all the support throughout this smutty slutty little story, I swear it's so unserious at times and I have a good little giggle writing it, but I couldn't do it without all my pookie pies and this one is for all of you Aonung sluts cause this man is so fine 😻 OKAY ENJOY!!! - Zenna

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“He’s a complete skxawng,” you growl, stabbing the knife you’re meant to be sharpening harshly into the sand.

“Right,” Tsireya says consolingly, though you suspect if you raise your gaze, you’ll find her rolling her eyes. The two of you are sitting on the beach, doing your various tasks, though it seems more like you're ranting and less like you're actually doing anything.

“I haven’t seen him in a week,” you scowl. “He hasn’t been at training, or anywhere around the village or the bay or even the rest of the reef. And he’s not even hiding in your marui.”

“And how would you know that?” Tsireya asks, a small smile curling her pretty lips.

“Because I checked,” you say bluntly. “Several times. Because I’m bothered that my supposed warrior commander is neglecting his duties. That is all.” Tsireya doesn’t say anything, just pursing her lips and nodding seriously, and your frown deepens. “I’m serious. What sort of leader is he going to be if he’s just sulking around and hiding from-”

“And what would he be sulking about?” your friend counters. “I haven’t seen my brother in a couple days, even after he’s been avoiding you or whatever, if you’re so bothered, why don’t you tell me what happened.”

At that, you pause.

You aren’t even entirely sure what happened. The last time you saw Aonung, which had been over a week ago, he’d caught you with Ta’ru behind the rocks. You had played a little game which ended up with you on your knees, getting the shit rocked and breath knocked flat out of you as he fucked you like he hated you (which, of course, he probably still did).

You had probably just imagined that he’d become less haughty towards you, that he’d been sweet and gentle sometimes instead of his usual taunts and condescending idiocy towards you. But apparently not, because now he’s even worse. You can tolerate fights and comments, Eywa knows you’ve battled off enough of them, but getting cut out and ignored just stings so much more.

No. You don’t care.

It’s not that deep. Why should you care that the most infuriating person you ever met is treating you with the same hatred you’re meant to feel for him.

You shouldn’t care.

But you do, for some inexplicable reason, and as always, your upset comes in the form of anger.

“Hello?” Tsireya snaps you back into reality. “It’s fine if you don’t want to talk about whatever weird thing is going on between you and my brother, but maybe stop trying to murder the beach?”

“What?” You look down to realise you’d been violently stabbing the sand with your knife, shells shattered at the bottom of the jagged grooves you left behind, loose sand scattered all over you from your unconscious stabbing. “Oh, sorry.” Tsireya grins, and then the rest of her words process in your mind and you straighten up to glare at her. “There’s nothing 'going on' between me and Aonung. He’d be the last per-”

“Oh really?” your friend scoffs. “Yeah, I’m not blind. I’ve never seen Aonung like this before.”

“Like what?” you scowl, but a guilty tone of your curiosity shines through your voice as you study her. But Tsireya just laughs and shakes her head, as though she can’t believe you right now. “Fine,” you snap. “Don’t tell me then. I’ll go find him myself.”

“That’s probably not a great idea,” Tsireya says, scrunching her nose up. “If Aonung doesn’t want to be bothered, everyone knows best than to try and disturb him.”

“Well he can suck it up because I don’t care if he’s some stupid silly prince or some bullshit,” you shrug. “I care that he’s ignoring me, because no one ignores me and gets away with it.”

Tsireya just grins as you stalk away, and you swear you hear her muttering smug, giggly nonsense to herself as she watches your furious, purposeful storming.

You end up in the forest behind the village. You’re not entirely sure why; maybe you’re just too worked up and you need something the least bit similar to home, or maybe you just think better when surrounded by trees instead of sand and sea. Either way, the second your feet hit soft, damp grass and the sunlight is barred by lush shady canopy, your annoyance doesn’t quite dissipate, but at least your body seems to relax in the mere presence of the forest.

You’re just wandering, enjoying the sounds of the birds and allowing the damp, cool scents to roll over you like home, albeit more tropical and sweet than rainforest. Or at least, you think it’s only the sounds of the rainforest wafting through the damp air, until you hear it. Deep, pained, laborious groans. Like someone’s hurting, aching, and there’s nothing they can do about it.

You pause. You could run back and get help, but the groans sound oddly familiar, and you find yourself instantly following them. Through the bushes and trees and shrubs, past thickets of bright flowers and sharp thorns and random animals. They’re growing louder, hungrier, the closer you draw to the source of the sound until you burst into a small clearing, a small woven marui stretched over in a shelter in the centre, blocking the groans from view.

You stalk closer, silently, though you can imagine they could never hear you over their own groans and grunts. Then you’re peeking through the gaps of the weavings and stepping into the hut.

Aonung’s slumped against one side, curled up slightly so you can’t see him properly, and he’s hidden in the shadows anyway. His face looks flushed and frustrated, and there’s a certain darkness around him that has your tail pricking up unconsciously. But when he looks up, when he sees you, his eyes darken further.

“What are you doing here?” he croaks, gritting his teeth, sounding furious.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you snap, crossing your arms in the entrance. “It’s been a week Aonung, where the fuck have you been? Cowering in this little hut doing Eywa knows what?”

Aonung just continues to stare, eyes growing darker and hungrier with every second they rove over your body, and you feel them lingering particularly on the curves and hidden places he knows only too well now.

“You need to leave.”

“What?” you ask, taken aback by the audacity of Aonung. “No.”

“Leave now,” Aonung growls, his voice deep and desperate and dangerous, and you feel a sharp jolt somewhere deep within you, as though your body is recognising something the rest of you cannot.

“What did I tell you about you and your orders?” you say stiffly, glaring at his slumped figure. “I don’t give two flying fucks who you are, you cant-”

“GET THE FUCK OUT!” he roars, eyes narrowing to pale slits, face contorted with desperate frustration.

“NO!” you shout back with equal ferocity, standing your ground and taking a stubborn step into the marui.

And then it hits you. The scent, the energy, the strangeness of his behaviour and his absence from the village, not just you. It should have been obvious already; the lustful darkness in those usually bright eyes, the heat with which he snarls his words, the sheer frustration surrounding him that was no doubt sharpened by days with only his own company.

“You’re in rut,” you whisper, tilting your head down at him.

Aonung doesn’t reply, just breathing heavily. For a moment you think he’s trying to compose himself to speak, but then you realise that his eyes are squeezed shut, hands gripping himself back with fierce desperation for a reason.

It’s starting to piece together in your mind, but not at all. It makes sense that he would go away from the village, hide away and try to master himself in solitude, but he had you. The thought makes you frown, that he didn’t want you near, that he clearly doesn’t want you near, and he didn’t bother asking for your help.

Aonung’s growing more frustrated the longer you stand there, and you can sense wave after wave of pure, vicious, animalistic desire radiating off him and breaking over you in a way that makes something… change.

“You need to leave,” he whispers, his voice a small plead. The change from his snarls and roars for you to leave makes you shiver, and you can already see himself slipping away, his will cracking under your presence and his last attempts to get you to leave becoming weaker as his hunger conquers him.

But you don’t. Surprising yourself, and definitely him, you step closer again, body feeling strangely shaky, even nervous. His ever-darkening eyes watch your every step, and his grip tightens so hard you see his large hands paling, anchoring himself, stopping himself from moving.

“I thought we were supposed to help each other out,” you say quietly, taking another step closer.

“Please,” he breathes, his voice nothing more than a small whine, and you exhale shakily. He’s a fucking mess, and you find yourself longing to take care of it, living off that hunger he’s trying so hard to hold back. You can see that, and that’s probably why you do it.

Your hand reaches out to lift his face towards yours, fingers trapping his chin in your gaze. He’s obviously struggling, whether to refrain from looking away or trying to hold the stare, you don’t know. And you know is the dark desperation in those eyes, and understanding passes between the two of you.

“I won’t be able to control myself,” Aonung whispers, head unconsciously leaning into your palm, looking so lost and helpless you just want to fuck it all away.

“I know.”

“I’ll hurt you,” he says, chest heaving with the cracking efforts to control himself.

“I can take it,” you say quietly, gaze turning defiant. He should know that by now, you have an excellent threshold. Either way, you can’t imagine Aonung ever hurting you badly enough that you’d stay away anyway.

And then he cracks, his restraint crumbling, his grip holding himself back loosening, and he’s crashing his lips onto your with a vicious snarl.

With a small jolt, you remember you never kissed. It was an unspoken rule between the two of you; kissing seemed to intimate, and the arrangement had no room for intimacy. You always told yourself you didn’t have any time for it anyway.

But now, with Aonung tugging you closer with every second, kissing with such desperate fervour, it feels like he’s devouring you whole. His lips are hot and slightly chapped, rough and insatiable against yours, tongue slipping ruthlessly past your lips, fangs sinking lightly down on your warm, kissed skin. His hands are hungry too; roaming all over you with careless abandon, squeezing at the flesh of your ass, trailing between your thighs before infuriatingly pulling away to yank your top straight off your chest.

You let out a small hiss, whether you’re annoyed about the top or just shocked or just plain taken aback by his reckless thirst. The beads go scattering everywhere, the light, joyful plinks sounding completely inappropriate to Aonung’s heaving breaths, or the lewd, mortifying moan you let slip when he hefts you up into his lap and closes his lips around your breast.

You unconsciously arch backwards, pushing your chest forward, and he moves with careless hunger; licking over your tit gently, grinning a little at your whine, the stark contrast of your smooth supple skin against his rough tongue just driving you fucking crazy. He wraps his lips around your nipple and sucks sharply at it before he nips lightly at the underside of your tit.

And then, as though Aonung’s impatience gets the better of him (and you have to remind yourself that this is completely about him, and he wouldn’t be in the right mind to be processing your entire pleasure either), he’s pulling you away and tossing you against the floor.

You aren’t used to it. Sure, he’s been less than gentle before, but when he said he wouldn’t hold back, you admittedly had no idea what you were getting into. Seconds later he’s on top of you, pinning you down and sinking his fangs into your warm neck, inches away from the throb of your pulse.

Another symptom of heats and ruts; marking. It was another thing you’d been careful to avoid, so no one found out you were fucking, but Aonung’s animalistic instincts were obviously overpowering. And besides, it made you feel things you never would have imagined.=

At the first whine of his bite, Aonung knows you like it. So again and again he sinks his sharp fangs into your warm, soft flesh, along your neck, the underside of your breasts, the curve of your waist, the inside of your trembling thighs. Then, eyes looking carefully up at you to see your reaction, he lightly licks away the droplet of blood and brushes your clit with a large turquoise finger. You can't speak, just scrunch your nose tightly, grip onto his braids for dear life as he muscles his way in between your thighs and goes to fucking town.

Everything about him is just too much. His hands are holding you down with the force of an akula, as though he’s worried you’re going to scramble away from him, but you doubt you’d be able to anyway. He’s suckling at you so eagerly, tongue stroking over your hole, over and over and over. 

You’re never really that worried about being too gentle with him either, but you’re finding yourself more free in his rut state, knowing his mind is too hazy to focus on any of the little details he’d usually taunt you for if you dared to do them. He doesn’t care that you’re rutting into his face with desperation to rival his, in fact, you can see his hips searching for any sort of friction with the floor.

“Aonung,” you try to say, but it comes out as more of a broken whine. You cough and try again. “Aonung!”

He doesn’t respond, the only indicator he even heard you was the slight twitch of his ears before he’s sliding a thick finger into you. Trying your best to beat off the lewd moans that spill out of you, you try your best to tug at his head to speak to him, cause there’s no fucking way he’s listening properly when his head is nestled in its favourite spot, squeezed tightly between your thighs.

“I’m supposed to be helping you,” you huff, growing frustrated with the effort to slow him down. “That’s sort of the whole po-”

You cut yourself off with a positive shriek when he’s flipping you over, letting you flop against his front before dragging you up his body so your cunt is hovering over his face, thighs once again straddling the sides of his head in a very different scenario.

“Better?” he grunts, sounding extremely irritated.

“Where did you learn this?” you ask, looking in shock at the insatiable man beneath you, growing suddenly familiar with this position when your gaze drops to where it naturally falls, at the very large tent in his tewng. Aonung just huffs, as though growing increasingly annoyed that you keep delaying him.

“Don’t worry about that,” he growls. “You want to help me, go ahead. Now can I finish you off or are you going to keep yapping like your life depends on it?”

You scoff, but before your next words can be spoken, he drops you down onto his face and sucks at your clit. Hard. You let out a shocked squeak, jolting on his face, but he doesn’t protest at all by your weight, and when you worry you might suffocate him and try to lift off, his arm is looping around your waist and forcing you back down before remembering what you’re meant to be doing.

You reach out to grab his length, and he lets out a soft huff of impatience against you, the vibration making you flutter. Quickly, before you can get distracted to the point you’re completely useless to help him, you lick a long stripe up his length before closing your lips and swirling your tongue around the tip.

Thankfully, he seems somewhat satiated, letting out a relieved groan against your throbbing clit, and you slowly bob your head up and down his length, curling your tongue on the underside, dragging warmly against his sensitive flesh. But unfortunately, you forgot to factor in the rut aspect.

Soon enough, he was thrusting mindless up into your mouth, hand reaching out to hold you there, force you to take it all down your throat. You oblige, tears leaking from your eyes, moans spilling around his length in your mouth from his relentless nipping and sucking and licking between your thighs.

It is, by far, the filthiest thing you’ve ever done. You almost feel ashamed of all of it – the lewd sounds you make, the mortifying wet sounds from Aonung between your legs, his strong abs rubbing against your naked tits as he ruthlessly thrusts up into your mouth – but you remind yourself that it’s all for a noble purpose. You’re helping him out, that’s all. That is all it ever is.

And when you inhale deeply and take him down your throat, all warm and wet and hot around him, Aonung finds his hand falling to sink into your long dark hair, eyes fluttering shut as he lets out a soft, rumbly, “fuck”.

And when he hits the back of your throat and you accidentally moan around his length, his hips accidentally buck into your mouth despite all his best efforts to compose himself, despite your small hand holding him back against the rock. Instantly your eyes fill with tears and Aonung hurriedly pulls you off him with a gentle grip on your hair.

He seems larger than ever, pulsing and swollen and obscene, driven mad and inconsolable with the animalistic desire consuming him, and you know he’s probably completely deaf to you. He pays no mind to the small sobs you let out against his length, though he remains determinedly focused in his task of sucking your soul out of your cunt.

You can’t tell if your lightheadedness is caused by the lack of air from Aonung being stuffed so far down your throat you can imagine he’s prodding your heart, or the overwhelming pleasure from his far less than gentle treatment between your legs, or maybe even both.

It’s filthy. It’s obscene. It’s fucking humiliating really, that there is just something so deliciously wrong with this situation. Oh god, Tsireya probably knew Aonung was in rut, probably knew what would happen, what’s going on right now in this hidden hut in the forest. You can’t even bring yourself to care.

Aonung’s practically leaking into your mouth and you continue, trying helplessly to keep up with his insatiable paces, but you’re growing further from focus the longer he continues, the harder he sucks at you, the further he pushes himself into your throat.

It’s sloppy, it’s messy, it’s hot. It’s a warm mix of saliva and precum that’s shining over your lips and mingling with the tears flooding shamelessly down your cheeks.

And when you come undone, it’s with a moan that’s positively obscene. Aonung’s a mess of strangled groans and bucking hips and hands sinking into your hair as he hungrily crests. Your tongue slides along the veins and ridges of his cock.

There is something just so perfectly fucked about the scene, and when you come back down, tears and come and saliva smeared all over your face and collar and tits, Aonung is still hard, and when he pulls you back down to his face, you realise he has no intention of letting up anytime soon.

Your first orgasm has barely abated before you feel it building again. It’s humiliating really, all your sounds and the way Aonung can definitely feel you practically throbbing. It’s overwhelming to the point you think you might actually die, but there’s no physical possibility you could pull away, not with his arm looped strictly around your waist to hold you still.

It’s hot in the hut, or maybe it isn’t, but you feel as though there’s fucking fire coursing through your veins, heating your face and definitely between your thighs. It seems impossible how much you like this, it’s fucked and filthy as well, but there’s something about Aonung’s insatiable hunger and his plain, shameless desperation.

Your moans are growing hoarser at his absolutely relentless movements, warm, textured tongue and slicked mouth sealing around your overstimulated, throbbing clit as his hands move to squeeze the flesh of your waist and hips and ass. You’re writhing against him with enough force to break his nose, but he’s just groaning right back as though this is helping as much as anything in his frustrated rut.

It’s too much, and it feels as though you might actually pass out on this once. Humiliatingly, yet somehow shamelessly, you’re begging for more, for less, to stop, to keep going. It’s slowly slurring into a sobbing mess until finally all that comes out of your mouth are lewd, strangled cries. You think that somewhere amidst that strangled heap of moans that his name is repeated, over and over again, his body tensing under you with every time you whine it, followed by a demeaning flood of incoherent sobbing.

And then it crests.

Somewhere in the middle of your euphoric, delirious vision of blank, tranquil white and the peaceful ringing in your ears, it strikes you that it really is like a wave. Because when it breaks, you fucking flood.

Your muscles are tensed so tight you might pull something, and you couldn’t care less. You can’t feel anything anyway, beyond blow after blow of overwhelming, world-shattering pleasure, completely unaware of the way you squirted beyond his mouth, over his whole face and body, your intense release gleaming with the tahnì over his flushed skin.

You babble incoherently for a moment, eyes wide and drooping at the same time, mouth open in hopeless shock, hands searching to find purpose on his hips before Aonung is lifting you up, chucking you back against the floor and crawling onto your trembling body.

If you thought the regular Aonung, your Aonung, had gone before, you have no idea what’s happening now. There is no trace of that taunting, careful, jealous, gentle man in those large blue eyes. Hell, there’s not even any blue either, just a starved icy ring around the pools of ravenous onyx gazing at you, filled with raw thirst.

There’s no sign of Aonung in any of his movements, not with the way he’s tugging you into him like you’re a fucking ragdoll, not with the heaviness of his breath, the way he claps you against him so he can sink his fangs into your shoulder as he pushes past the ring of resistance and slides into your tight, welcoming heat.

Your cry is strangled by the dryness of your throat, feeling yourself being stretched to a point you don’t think he ever even met before. It’s painful, but you find yourself not wanting anything more than being able to take him, to be able to bring him pleasure, to let him into his paradise between your legs.

This now is a brutal reminder of why you’re here, who all of this is about. Aonung radiates complete careless selfishness as he pushes deep into you, until you physically can’t take him anymore, until you’re sobbing against his shining chest, gripping his arms so tight his flesh is starting to bruise, before he pulls out and slams back in. Fuck.

You don’t know shit, where you are, what way’s up, even if you’re fucking na’vi or tawtute, because the stretch of his relentless length feels as though he’s absolutely ridiculously massive compared to you. All you can do is cling to his tense, growling figure, praying to Eywa that this is satiating him, your own body limp in his iron grip.

Your lolling head allows him perfect placement to your neck and shoulders and chest, where he litters you with hungry nips, warm, wet, textured tongue licking away the blood his fangs spilt. Your own hands can’t do much either, but when your nails dig into his back, he lets out a low, snarling groan against your skin, and you can’t help raking you hands up and down, tracing your mark into the rippling muscles under your fingers.

And when you think you might actually pass away, where the pleasure has peaked so high it might as well be in the fucking heaven tawtute talk about, Aonung pulls out to the tip, fingers lacing back to tug your kuru, neck completely exposed and throat tight with the stretch, and gaze trapped helplessly in his.

“You’re mine,” he snarls, face inches from yours, large eyes deluged in sharp ferocity. “Mine, forest girl.”

And you find you can’t do anything but whine weakly against him. You can hardly breathe in this position, feeling impossibly empty without him stuffed deep in you, yet still being stretched wide by him. His gaze is raking fiercely over your tear-streaked, flushed face, before he buries himself deep inside you once more and completely loses himself.

And you do lose yourself. You just blank out, knowing nothing but his weight against you, his lewd growls in your heart, feeling strangely safe and comfortable. And content.

When you come back, whether seconds or minutes or hours or maybe even days have passed, you don’t know. All you know is you’re slumped against the floor, and you’re no longer drenched in shining sweat, no longer glimmering with release over your skin. The bites scattering your body are throbbing with a warm sting, no longer bleeding, now ruby adornments to your skin.

There is nothing more distressing than the realisation that hits you next; that you’re alone.

With a flare of panic that makes all of you throb painfully, you creak up to a small, seated position. It stings more than the bites, than the stretch and the intensity of your releases. Aonung must have left you, used and littered, a helpful toy during his rut. The wound deepens when you remember that’s all he would have thought it was.

He had no idea - let alone his mind being in its animalistic, desirous state - simply believing you were here to aid him in his struggles.

But then something catches your eye, a dark, muscular pile in the corner of the hut. With terrified tentativity, you pad lightly over to Aonung’s slumped form, back turned to you, face buried in his lap. You can see the marks you raked into his back as you move closer, but you don’t dare to touch him.

“Aonung?” you whisper nervously. He doesn’t respond for a moment, and the tension curling inside you throbs painfully again. He doesn’t lift his head, doesn’t look at you. “Are you…”

“You should go,” he says tightly. His voice sounds strained, painful, but his words sting further than any ache he could be possibly feeling. You still, hands half reached towards him, face twisted in a helpless expression of hurt, trying your best to breathe. You have no idea why you feel so vulnerable right now, why he suddenly has the power to break everything within you, everything you know, and why he’s already halfway there.

“What?” you whisper, and despite all your best efforts, your small, trembling voice expresses all the ache and horror and heartache you tried to hide. Aonung’s muscles tense a little at the so painfully obvious brokenness of your voice, and you would give anything to see what his face looks like right now, as he ruins you.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters.

That’s all. No name. No explanation. Just two meaningless words tossed carelessly your way, like some twisted reparation for all the damage his last three words did. You bite your lip, feeling your eyes welling with tears.

WHY WERE YOU SO FUCKING STUPID. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU RIGHT NOW.

This is Aonung, the man you hated since the moment you landed in Awa’atlu, the same one just a week before you had practically at your fucking feet. The one you swore you’d never feel this way about. But now here you are, already breaking at his carelessness.

WHY ARE YOU SO WEAK.

The tears stinging your eyes disgust you. Since childhood you had never cried. Not when protecting your siblings, not when getting shot by demons, not when leaving your clan and birthright and all you had ever known. And now you are about to cry over a fucking man, one that you tried so impossibly hard not to care for.

FUCK HIM.

“Fuck you.”

The words are out, they are spoken. Not with quite the ferocity you meant to snarl them with, but the brokenness of your voice had a certain effect too. Aonung tenses, but that just sparks the usual fire inside you. He had no fucking right to be upset right now.

“I’m sorry,” he says again, voice steadily emotionless, and that fire blazes brighter.

“Don’t be,” you glare. “I mean, the perfect prince of the clan does no wrong, right?”

“I’m sor-”

“Stop!” you shout, rage boiling inside of you. “Stop fucking saying that Aonung. I mean, this was the arrangement, right? Careless sex, no strings, no attachment, no concern, fucking NOTHING.”

Aonung’s shoulders slump slightly, and once again, your annoyance flares that he still won’t face you.

“So what was all that shit about your mine if you’re just going to kick me out now,” you say rawly. “Was it just your rut? Are you just a weirdly jealous fucking man, getting mad when people touch shit that isn’t actually yours? Why are you so fucking angry-”

“Look at yourself!” Aonung explodes.

It takes you a moment to realise that he’s suddenly standing, towering over you, fists balled and whole body tense, face twisted in rage and disgust. With himself.

You can’t think of anything to say for a moment, tense, furious silence falling in the dangerously small space between the two of you.

“I mean, you’re hurt,” he says, eyes raking over your body. The bites are glowing against the dark, rich blue like sanguine crescents. Your skin looks raw and flushed still, and you realise that he must have wiped everything off you. “You’re ruined.”

“Aonung I-”

“And I did that to you,” Aonung sighs, face twisting in slight distress as his eyes fall over the bites and grips and few bruises he left over you. You let out the breath you’d been holding.

Aonung’s gaze flicks up to yours, emotionless and blank as you stare back at him. There’s terror in his eyes, which are slowly returning to their usual blue, pupils shrinking away as the animalism of his rut starts to pass. He’s worried, maybe you’ll slap him, or shout at him again. But your hand comes to rest gently on his face, thumb brushing lightly over his flushed cheek.

“I told you Aonung, I can take it.”

Aonung squeezes his eyes shut, face screwed up in overwhelming emotion. But his head unconsciously leans into your hand, and you smile slightly.

“But I hurt you,” he whispers, sounding disgusted with himself.

“You’ll have to try harder than that skxawng,” you smile weakly, and Aonung lets out a shaky laugh. “But I was more than happy to do what it took to help you.”

“Eywa,” he groans, his own hand coming up to brush your hair from your face. “I’m so sor-”

“Stop apologising skxawng,” you frown. “Or I’m actually going to leave.”

Instantly, Aonung’s hand closes around your own, his fingers lacing through yours and tugging you back, so you’re inches away from him, neck tipped back to look at him. There’s that usual grin playing around his face; although his face remains blank, you can see the smirk glittering in those eyes.

“Go on princess,” he whispers. “What were you saying, before I so rudely interrupted you?”

“That you’re a complete idiot,” you grumble, but you don’t let go of him. You don’t want to ever let go of him. “What did you mean before, about me being-”

“Mine,” Aonung finishes. “You’re mine.”

And you feel a small smile twitching at the corner of your lips.

“Alright,” you smile, blinking up at him.

“Alright?” he echoes, as though that wasn’t at all the answer he was expecting, what he dared to hope for.

“Yep. I’m yours, fishlips.”

There’s a brief moment where he’s silent, eyes wide and staring blankly at you. He blinks several times, lips parting, before he’s stepping in and wrapping his arms tight over you, pillowing your body in his own. After a moment, you lean in even closer and snake your arms around his waist, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I still think you’re a skxawng,” you mumble against his skin, and his laugh rumbles warm and comforting against you.

“Of course syulang,” Aonung grins, squeezing your waist lightly. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You stay in that embrace for a moment, before he realises just how tired you are, and then he’s instantly fussing about you, making sure you’re alright, that you don’t need anything, before he’s making you rest against him, cuddled warmly and comfortably on the floor.

His hand is resting lightly over you, lightly tracing your darker patterns or gently playing with your hair as you drift comfortably off, head resting comfortably against his solid chest. You can feel his warm heartbeat against your cheek, steady and reassuring.

When you wake up, he’ll be waiting to be able to hold you tighter without being scared of waking you up, having already gone out and hunted while you were sleeping. He’ll take you gently back to the village where you both deny any of the suspicious comments your friends and family shoot you, but no one believes you; the hopeless grins on your faces and the sly grins you send each other aren’t all that sneaky.

But for now, you’re warm and comfortable and happy in your fucked out, satisfied state, snuggled against the man you once hated so fiercely.

As far as it goes, you came out alright on this one.

Quite the victory it was.

Your tìyora.

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Soulmates? Soulmates. Pt. 4

Word Count: 2127

Summary: History, Boats, Waterfalls, and missions to find the missing Princes

Warnings: mentions of Y/n’s history, canon typical violence, bad grammar probably, let me know if I missed anything.

A/n: Hello and welcome to part 4 of my Soren soulmate Au. I’m sorry if it feels a little rushed. I just wanted to get it out in honor of the new season dropping on Netflix, but I might come back and edit it later. Anyways, enjoy and as always remember to hydrate or diedrate.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

    After stepping out of the boat, Callum and Ezran pulled it on to shore so it wouldn’t float away while we rested. Once they were sure the boat would not be floating away, my companions all turned to look at me. “We found a place to stop so care to explain,Y/n.” Callum said he didn’t sound completely upset about the news.

   Sighing I sat on a log near the beach we had stopped on. “It’s a bit of a long story, but you guys have a right to know.” I motioned for the three to sit down before I continued. I explained everything, how my parents were a human and an earthblood elf that decided being together as soulmates was more important than the stupid feud between the kingdoms. I told them how for the first years of my life we were happy, I told them that when I was five my parents took me to see a Moonshadow elf who gave me the necklace I used to wear. Hell even cried when I told them about how soldiers killed my parents in front of me all because my father was an elf. I finished by telling them how Harrow and Sarai took me in.

   “Wow, I, just wow. I’m sorry you had to go through that Y/n.” Callum said, looking at the ground. I just gave him a gentle smile, it wasn’t an apology in the sense of feeling at fault but of sympathy.

   “It’s okay. Sure it was rough and I don’t think I’ll ever really be over it, but at least I got two of the best siblings I could have asked for.” I said moving to hug my brothers. “Now it’s late, we should probably get some rest before the sun comes up.” I told them, knowing we would all need sleep.

   As Callum and Ezran both curled up on the rough ground, Rayla moved to sit closer to me. “Does your soulmate know?” She asked.

   I smiled at the young girl. “Yeah, he knows. He’s known since we were younger, I had gotten hurt and was thinking to myself how it sucked that I couldn’t heal myself or I'd be found out, and he heard it. After that I told him the whole story.” I explained. “You know you should get some rest too. Don’t spend too much time worrying about me, I got this covered. Plus with the way your hand looks, you should save your energy for finding a way to get that binding off.” I told the girl nudging her to go lay down and sleep.

  She nodded before going and laying down on the ground. I stayed in my spot on the log for a few more minutes, just thinking of how much has changed in the last two days. Once I started to doze off from being awake for so long, I moved to lean against the log instead and fell asleep listening to the sounds of the nearby river.

  As the sun rose, I was awoken by the light shining in my eyes. I took in my surroundings, Callum was awake propped against the log messing with the cube he wanted from the Banther Lodge, Ezran was just laying on his back with bait, and Rayla appeared to be sleeping. Running my hand threw my hair, I paused when I was reminded that now my horns were no longer hidden. God I’m gonna have to get used to this. I thought to myself, before watching Callum move to hover his cube over Rayla.

  He had the dumbest smile on his face as he waved it over her causing the moon rune to light up everytime it was close to her. “This doesn't end well for you.” Rayla said, waking up taking hold of Callum’s hand.

  Callum stumbled back as he spoke up. “Last night, you thought the cube was just a worthless toy. But now we know-" 

  "It’s a glow toy.” Rayla cut him off looking less than pleased. I couldn’t help but laugh at the interaction. “I’m going to find some food.” She was about to walk away when Ezran popped up.

  “Wait, we’ve got food. We grabbed a sack of bread from the Banther Lodge.” He exclaimed holding said bag of bread.

   Rayla looked at me as if asking if he was serious, I only shrugged in return. “I thought this was a sack of clubs.” She said, grabbing a piece, swinging the bread like a weapon. After a moment of her swinging the bread, she yelped dropping the bread on a rock below her feet cracking the rock.

  I then watched with concern as my youngest brother picked up the, harder than rock, bread. “No, it’s food-ish.” He stated before attempting to take a bite out of it.

  Rayla just shook her head, “I’m good” she said before leaving to find something actually edible.

  Sighing, I walked to my brother. “Stop trying to eat that, it’ll break your teeth.” I said pulling the bread from the boy. I sat back on the ground near Bait deciding to wait for Rayla’s return. It was quiet for a few minutes as the boys did who knows what before I heard what sounded like crackling. Looking up I saw Callum holding the primal stone in one hand and a ball of lightning in the other.  “What are you doing?” I exclaimed trying to figure out the novice mage’s thought process.

   “I was trying to cast a spell I saw Caludia do but I think I only saw the first half.” He said before looking back at the ball of lightning in his hand and shouting. “Help! Help!” I stared at him in disbelief, how dumb can one kid really be.

   After Callum’s shouts, Rayla came running out of the woods with her blades drawn. She also froze seeing the stupid predicament the boy got himself into. “What Happened?” Rayla asked me.

   “He stupidly tried to copy a lightning spell, but he only saw the first half so now he’s holding onto a ball of lightning.” I explained.

   I heard her sigh as she thought about what she just walked in on. “When you release a spell, there’s usually a word or a phrase or something in ancient draconic.” She stated.

   “Okay uh, does anybody speak dragon?” Callum asked, looking around at the three of us. “I don’t speak dragon.” There goes Callum’s panicked rambling.

   I thought for a moment. “You didn’t hear Claudia say anything?” I asked hoping he had at least heard the beginning of a word that could help us figure this out.

   Callum paused for a moment thinking “No.” another pause “I mean, I think right when I grabbed her hand away, she might have called me a fool.” He looked to Rayla for help.

   “Yeah, fool seems about right. Okay, give me a second. I know some draconic words. Just let me think.” Rayla responded, rubbing her temples trying to think of what could possibly be the release word for the spell Callum was attempting.

   “Know what? I'm just gonna throw it.” Callum announced. And like the great responsible adult I am, I zoned out not wanting to deal with whatever was going to happen. 

   As Callum and Rayla bickered about whether or not he should throw the Primal Stone, I tried to talk to Soren. Hey Soren, any updates you can give me on what’s happening at the castle? I could tell he could hear me, but he didn’t respond. After trying a few more times I sighed wondering if he had been distracted and just forgot to respond. I can’t imagine he’s having an easy time being the captain of the crown guard and the princes being ‘kidnapped’. 

   I decided it was time to toon back into my surroundings when I heard Callum asking if Rayla was afraid of the water. “-but scared of a little splish-splashin'?” I watched as Rayla looked at Callum trying to think of a response. 

   “Aw, that’s cute.” Ezran said while holding Bait. I quickly looked around figuring out that everyone was ready to head out and we were just waiting for Rayla to agree to taking the boat.

   I looked over at the boat before looking back at Rayla. “I understand your fear, but I have to agree with them. The boat would be faster and isn’t it best to save as much time as possible in our journey when possible.” I suggested earning a groan from the Elf.

   “Fine, we'll take the stupid boat.” Rayla finally agreed before marching towards the boat, clearly feeling anxious about getting back on the water.

   After we all got on the boat and let the river lead us closer to Xadia, I just watched the trees pass by. For the most part the boat ride was uneventful. Callum was asking Rayla questions to distract her from the fact we were on a boat, and Ezran was keeping Bait from playing in the water. It was smooth sailing until I heard the unmistakable sounds of rushing water. Looking ahead of us I noticed we were heading straight for a waterfall. 

   “Hey, guys we should probably try to steer back to the shore.” I said, trying to get the group's attention.

   Callum looked up at what I was talking about, not hiding his smirk as he realized what was going to happen. Rayla also looked up, going pale at the sight of the drop off. “Pull the boat over.” She said, clearly fearing going over the edge.

   Callum and I shared a look before he spoke up. “There’s no time.” Hearing that Rayla started to plead that we pull the boat over admitting her fears. The boy chuckled as we got closer to the rapids, “It’s too late, Hang on.” Callum exclaimed as we started to tip over the edge of the waterfall.

   Time Skip

   After surviving the plummet from the top of the waterfall and Rayla managing to save Bait from the monster in the lake, we took a short break to dry off. While Ezran and Callum comforted Rayla about her being brave and facing her fears, I decided to check in with Soren. How are things going at the castle? I asked him hoping to get an update on what was happening.

   Things are going good I suppose. He quickly responded. Before I could ask what he meant by that he continued. Claudia and I are leaving in the morning to come search for you guys and bring you home. So could you tell me where you guys are so It can be done quicker? 

   I sighed, earning a strange look from traveling companions as we started walking again. I just waved them off before speaking to Soren again. I’m sorry, Soren but I can’t tell you where we are. You know as well as I do that I’m wanted and if you somehow magically find us without any struggle, it will be suspicious. I reminded him.  Plus i already told you that we are going to return this egg to xadia and there is nothing anyone can do to stop us.

   There was a pause before Soren responded. I guess you’re right. Can you at least still keep me updated on if you’re okay or not? He asked, and by the tone I could tell he sounded a little worried.

    I will make sure to tell you if anything happens that could hurt me or my brothers. I assured him before closing our connection. I knew going on this trip in the first place would be difficult, but having to make sure I didn’t share details of where we are on the journey with Soren was going to be even more difficult.

   Deciding it was best to not tell the others that we are going to be being tracked, I focused on making sure we got as far as possible before Soren and Claudia even began their journey. But as it was already quite dark out we didn’t get too far from where we had stopped by the river before having to call it a night. Stopping by a large tree with roots sticking out of the ground we all laid down for the night. Rayla and I each laid on the large roots of the tree, while Callum and Ezran chose to sleep on the ground.

  I woke up to the sound of a twig snapping in the forest around us. Sitting up I made eye contact with Rayla, silently agreeing that she would go investigate while I kept an eye on my brothers. I waited patiently for her to return, hoping she would be back before the boys woke up.

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Bad Dream

Book: Open Heart, Book 2 Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: General Category: Fluff Word count: 1.2K Summary: Sawyer has a nightmare while Ethan is out of town and despite the distance he is able to bring her comfort in the sweetest way.

A/N: To the anon who sent this ask, I’m sorry for taking so long to follow up. I had promised “Coming Soon” content, but the original idea for this fic was not working. So, I scrapped it and ended up going another direction, inspired by the song Bracelet by Lauv. Hope you like it!

Almost three months had passed since the attempted attack on the senator and Sawyer was doing fairly well. Finally back to work full-time, going to counseling, and taking medication as needed. Despite the positive prognosis, Ethan knew there could still be setbacks. Nor was he over his own fear of losing her. So he continued to keep a watchful eye. And being this far away caused stress and constant worry. 

It was supposed to be a quick turnaround trip. The plan was to fly to Cleveland with Baz, consult on a case, and return home as quickly as possible. But nothing had gone according to plan. A diverted flight, lab work delays, and a challenging diagnosis kept him in Ohio three days longer than originally anticipated.

2:00 P.M.

8:30 P.M.

“You were right, Ethan,” Baz announced as he returned to the conference room with updated lab results. “It’s POEMS syndrome.”

A couple hours later, Ethan and Baz had drafted a detailed treatment plan to present to the patient's physician of record.  

“Baz, we’ve been in Ohio much longer than I anticipated. I need to get back to Boston. Do you think you can wrap up this consultation on your own? There’s a flight back to Boston leaving at 5 a.m. that I’d like to catch.”

“I got this, Boss.”

“Thank you.”

1:00 A.M.

After booking the flight and packing his things, Ethan laid on the hotel bed intending to catch a nap before his ride to the airport arrived. Eyes closed but far from sleep, his phone buzzed and vibrated on the nightstand, Sawyer’s name flashing on the screen.  

“Rookie?”

“E-Ethan.”

He sat up and turned on the lamp when he heard his whimpered name. “Hey,” he said delicately, “what’s wrong?” His heart started to beat faster and harder, mind suddenly racing with all of the possible reasons for the broken voice on the other end of the line.  

Trying to stop herself from crying, Sawyer snuffled, “I just needed to hear your voice. Will you talk with me for a little bit?”

“I’m here,” he assured her, “whatever you need.”

With that specific request he understood the cause of her distress. Though not as frequent several weeks later, Sawyer continued to have nightmares about the poison attack. This one likely the result of whatever triggered her anxiety earlier in the day. “Was it another nightmare?”

“Yeah, it was a bad one,” her voice was still shaking.  

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really. Is that okay?”

“Of course.” 

“I’m sorry for waking you up.”

“No need to be sorry. I wasn’t asleep. I was actually lying awake thinking of you.”

“You were? What were you thinking about?”

One night after a particularly upsetting dream, Ethan brought comfort by revealing one of the moments when he started to realize he had feelings for her. Since then, whenever they were together and Sawyer woke up from a bad dream, he soothed her back to sleep with another endearing memory. 

“Do you remember the leather wrist band you bought for me at the farmer’s market last year?” he recalled.

“You mean the friendship bracelet I gave you? Because you were being stubborn and wouldn’t admit that we were friends?” she wise-offed.  

“Can you hear my eyes rolling?” he came back with, earning a light chuckle from the other end of the line. “Yes, that’s the one.” His voice now gentle, “I don’t remember if I ever told you, but I took it with me when I left for the Amazon. You know that I convinced myself that it would be best for us to try and move on… but that didn’t mean I was ready to let you go right away. With a foot already out the door, I realized that I needed to take a piece of you with me, so I went back for it. I figured I’d wear it until enough time passed that I didn’t need to anymore. I was so busy and distracted when I was working that I sometimes fooled myself into thinking I was finally getting over you... but at night when I was alone with my thoughts…” he exhaled softly, “well, they always drifted to you and I’d wake up missing you even more.” Sawyer sniffed back sentimental tears as he continued. “The day that I didn’t need it anymore never came. I wore that leather band every day until I came home.”  

“Thank you for telling me that,” she whispered.  “Want to know something?”

“What’s that?”

“When you first told me about the W.H.O. mission, I started following their Pictagram account. After you had been gone for a few weeks, they posted a picture of you and you were wearing the bracelet. And the night you came back, when we were talking in the beer garden, I saw it around your wrist. Just under the sleeve of your jacket,” she explained. “It’s the reason I kissed you that night. You’d never wear something like that unless it meant something important to you.”

“I see you’ve mastered the art of observation,” he joked before getting serious again. “And it did. It still does.” 

Sawyer’s phone vibrated in her hand as a notification alerted her to a new text message.

“Ethannnnn, you’re wearing it now?” touched by the gesture.

“This time it was the first thing I grabbed when packing for this trip. I wanted a piece of you with me while I was away.”

“I love…” she caught herself. It’s not that she didn’t want to say it, she just didn’t want to pressure Ethan to say it back if he wasn’t ready. “I love that. It’s so sweet.”

“And far less creepy than pocketing a pair of your panties,” trying and successfully making her laugh.

“Well, I should probably confess that I’ve raided your closet and will be spooning your pillow so I can feel close to you too.” 

He laughed heartily at the mental image. “Are you feeling better?”

“Much.”

“I’m glad. Go have a cup of tea and try to get back to sleep,” he encouraged.

“Any chance I’ll see you tomorrow?” she asked hopefully.

“We’ll see, but I think the odds are looking good,” he replied knowing full well he’d be boarding a plane and on his way home to her in just a couple of hours.  

“Well, fingers crossed. And Ethan?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you,” she said most sincerely.

“Only good dreams now, okay? Goodnight, Rookie.”

“Bye, babe.”

9:00 A.M.

Ethan entered the still apartment, leaving his coat and suitcase in the entryway. Seeing no sign of life yet, he quietly made his way to the master bedroom. Head just barely poking out from under the comforter, he found her just as she said, spooning his king size pillow.  

He carefully toed off his shoes and parted with his shirt and pants.  He removed his watch, placing it on the top of the dresser, but left his other accessory on.

Lifting the comforter, Ethan climbed into bed scooting up against her backside and wrapped his arm tightly around her. Though jarring her from sleep, the familiar touch and scent instantly quieted her alarm.  

“Surprise,” he breathed into her ear before kissing her cheek and trailing down her neck.

With a raspy morning voice she uttered “Hiiiii” while her hands hugged his arm, the feel of braided leather under one of her palms.  

“Did you have better dreams after we talked?” he mumbled against the skin of her exposed shoulder.

Rolling over, she nudged him flat onto his back and slowly straddled his hips. “Mhmmm, the best. And it looks like they’re about to become reality,” she smirked before leaning down and kissing him deeply.  

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Make Your Heart Beat Stronger - Part 4

Rotxo x Medic in Training!Metkayina!GN!Reader

Description: you wake up to Rotxo sitting next to you in the Tsahìk’s pod

Timeline: 4 days after the attack

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Warnings: none, this one is all fluffy 🫶

Word Count: Im not checking this time Im sorry Im lazy 💀

Waking up in Tsahìk’s marui, your head is pounding. You groan, rolling over onto your other side.

“——, you’re awake!” You heard a voice. It sounded familiar, but you didn’t care, you immediately went to throw something at the person for being too loud. The voice began laughing, and you simply groaned again.

Sitting up, you yelled “CAN YOU SHUT—” cutting your voice off as soon as you saw him. The boy who all of this had been for. Rotxo sat in front of you, smiling and tears in his eyes.

“I’m so glad you’re okay. Tsireya told me about everything after I brought you back to shore. I wasn’t trying to avoid you because I was upset, I was doing it because I thought you didn’t want to be around me. I’m so sorry that you went through all this trouble because of me.” He spoke, regret evident in his voice.

“No no, Rotxo, I am so sorry for how I spoke to you that day. I was fueled by anger that day and I hurt you. I’ve been so upset with myself every day since and all I have wanted was to fix this with you. Rotxo, I love you so much and I never want to talk to you like that again. I never want to hurt you like that again.”

“It’s okay. I love you too, my heart speaks of you that in ways my mouth could never get across. My love for you runs deeper than the words I speak and I truly just want you to be happy. But right now, you are hurt. And I must call Tsahìk.” Rotxo began to get up and get Lady Ronal, you watched him with joyful eyes. You finally apologized, and he still loves you.

Your leg had been hurt severely but luckily was fully healed after another month, and you were able to walk again. It took you a long time to be comfortable going to the border of the reef alone, still not to the point you would go outside alone. But Rotxo has been supporting you the whole time. You two were together, and mated before Eywa after a couple of months. He was gentle with you every second, and he spoke so sweetly still.

He would always tell you such beautiful things like when you apologized, he was a true gentleman. You had also finally passed Tsahìk training but of course you weren’t Tsahìk since Ronal still was. But you were content, you finally had more time to relax and do what you wanted. You were comfortable. You were at peace. The RDA had attacked and people were hurt, but your people recovered. You were happy. Life was finally looking up. And nothing could ever bring you back down, not with everyone you had on your side now.

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Author’s Note: I am so sorry if this seems rushed, it really was. I genuinely have not had the motivation to work for a bit but this is the last part and we got the happy ending woohoo!! I love him and I love being sweet and sappy so I had to write it for him since I couldn’t for reader (I want to make reader relatable and not everyone is super poetic n shit like me) also I got a new charger cause my old one broke and this one is so pretty

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[haruhar-u]

The second chapter of the thing

a/n also written in February/March so different writing style

TWS for this chapter:

-Death of a parent

-mention of childbirth (not in detail)

-discussions of death

link to the first chapter

3am and I’m woken by a gentle tap on my head. I roll over to not y’know face the wall and see what or who the hell is prodding me. It’s Tian, he’s in tears and his hair is a mess.I get up and face him. “Hey, what happened?” I ask, sitting up then reaching out to smooth down his hair.  Screw my sleep schedule, Tian’s more important. 

“I wanna see my mom.” He mutters 

“This late?” I mean this has happened before, usually due to a terror revolving around his mom which he seems to get a lot. I always drive him since he doesn’t want to drive himself.

Tian nods. I grab 2 hoodies from the pile I had next to my bed. I put one on over what I wore to sleep and hand Tian the other, “It gets cold at night.”  

We then walk out to the car, I get into the driver’s seat and he gets into the front passenger’s seat. I drive about 10 minutes through the city at night, it was still quite busy, I suppose the saying ‘the city never sleeps at night’ is true. 

I pull up in the driveway of the cemetery and park the car. We get out and I follow him to his mom. It’s  about a 5 minute walk and we stop once we finally spot his mom, Guizhong Wu. He rested his head on the tombstone and started speaking to her in Mandarin. After I helped him light the incense stick as an offering to his mother. The tombstone was the cleanest one I’ve seen, there’s no moss growing on the stone and the grass around it is trim. He told me that when he was a child, his father banned him from visiting his mom, not even during the Qingming Festival which  I guess is like their version of Día de los Muertos. Even now he has to be careful to not bump into his dad here. He never told me why. 

A gentle breeze comes by and ruffles Tian’s hair and only his, I feel like that’s his mom letting him know she’s there. I make sure to keep my distance and give him some space. He gets up, bows three times to the grave and goes over to me. “We can go home now.” 

I nod and put my arm around him just cause I felt like hugging him but felt that’d be inappropriate right now. 

“Your hoodie smells like you.” He commented once we got into the car.

“Is that a good thing?”

“Mhm, I might steal it.” 

“Hey, can you tell me why your dad banned you from visiting your mom?” I’m scared this question may upset him and part of me thinks I’m stupid for asking but the other part of me knows I’ll understand him better if I know. 

“I’ll tell you later, can we go?” He says, avoiding my question. I think the part of me that thinks I’m stupid for asking is correct, stupid. 

I nod and start the car, “I’m going to stop by a 7/11 is that ok? My little sister is coming over soon and I wanna give her a lot of snacks”

Tian nods at me.

I put 7/11 in my  GPS and began to drive. Once we get there, I buy a whole load of snacks and instant noodles for Val for when she arrives from Australia in 2 weeks. I also buy a whole ton of snacks for Tian, as well as a slushie for him. I don’t want to have to take another fast-acting  insulin shot (already had to take one last night ), so nothing for myself. We don't care that it’s 5 am. Then we decide  to walk 20 minutes to Central Park to hang out. I don’t think we’re getting any sleep tonight, this isn’t our first all nighter so we’ll be fine!  

We sit on a bench near the Gapstow Bridge. Tian rests his head on my shoulder and I feel his hair brush up against my neck. The sky looks almost like a painting with the mixtures of pastel oranges and yellows with a touch of red and white fluffy clouds that look like something someone would take a bite out of. The sun peeks over the horizon, the reflection of the sun shows in the murky waters of the pond and the birds  start to come out and sing. I think I can hear a mockingbird among them, I really used to like birds when I was a kid, it was a stupid obsession really. 

I whistle the Mockingjay Whistle from the Hunger Games and  surprisingly a mockingbird whistles back. Tian looks up at me equally as surprised and I grin back at him. I didn’t expect a bird to whistle back. 

A little old lady walks by us and she smiles at us, “you two are a really cute couple.” 

Tian’s eyes widen and I awkwardly laugh “Oh, we’re not-“ she has already walked away. 

“Do we look like a couple?” Tian asks me

“I suppose so, but who really cares. As long as we both know it’s platonic” I shrug 

Tian nods then bites his lip, “I suppose you wanna know why my dad didn’t allow me to see my mom.” 

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” I offer, I look directly at him.

Tian takes a deep breath, “He blames me for her death. So he basically sees me as a devil's spawn that’ll have to repay him for doing the bare minimum.” He blurts out. 

I wrinkle my brow, she died when he was just a baby, how the hell is this possible. 

“She died due to complications with childbirth from what I’ve heard. ” 

I put my hand onto his shoulder “Hey hey, it’s not your fault, you probably weren’t even an hour old. Your dad’s just delusional and wants someone to blame.” 

“I was never even allowed to celebrate my birthday…” Tian lets out a hollow laugh, “The birthday party you and Luka threw for me 2 years ago was actually the first time I celebrated it.” 

“Oh..” What am I supposed to say to that? ‘I’m sorry’, ‘I’m sorry this happened to you?’, ‘I hate your dad.’ Or just hug him. I decide to just hug him and not say anything. That’s the safe option, I would think. I pull him into a hug and hold him tightly, just like how I’d comfort my sister when she was younger.

Tian relaxes as he feels a lot less tense the moment I hug him. He doesn’t seem too upset about his dad. Sadly I think this means he’s used to how his father treats him. What kind of sick man would even treat his own son like that?

“He obviously never really cared about my hobbies or grades, I used to try to do really well when I was in elementary school to get his attention because I wondered why all the other kid’s dad’s loved them but mine doesn’t love me. When I got to high school, I just stopped trying and nearly failed and was almost held back a grade twice, so then I dropped out when I was 16.. And not many people are willing to hire a high school dropout.” He lets out a sigh, “I was kicked out when I was 18 and had to couch surf.” 

I blinked at him, taking a moment to process what he just told me. “How did you make enough money to go to the  concert where we met?”

 I was never really low on money (considering my parents send me money which is what I survive off of) as I grew up in a rich household and went to some fancy private school where the worst thing that happened to me were kids asking me to sing Despacito when it was popular because I speak fluent Spanish —the meaning of the song scared me as a kid— or when I realized I’m the heir to my family’s fortune, that’s weird to think about. I had everything I could ever ask for,a personal attendant and more as a child. My mom is the head of the Mexican embassy in Australia. My dad is a lawyer who immigrated with her. I have Australian citizenship because I was born there, Mexican citizenship because both my parents have one and American permanent residency. If you were to ask where I’m from I wouldn’t be able to answer. Honest

“I won a giveaway.” 

Now that I think of it none of us have a job since I rely on money sent from my parents, minus Luka , but he relies on his shop on Etsy anyway.  Luka usually tries to offer me discounts if I try to buy one of his paintings but I refuse the discount and pay full price. Ah, shit my mind is wandering again.

Tian laughs hollowly again, “the band’s all I have at this point.” 

“Then we have to get like famous and make loads of money!!” I declare, puffing out my chest and sitting up a little straighter.

This takes Tian aback. “You think we’re good enough?” 

I grin, “Of course, we’re the best band in the world!” 

“Really?” 

I laugh, “Perhaps an interpretative dance will make you understand better.” I say getting up from the bench and moving to stand directly in front of where he’s sitting. 

“Oh god, Micah please no.” Tian says while obviously laughing.

I start to play the air guitar or as I like to call it the air bass with as much energy as I have, “so you see this is us playing our instruments and just being ourselves,” then I start skipping around with my arms out, “and this will fans flocking towards us!” I sit back down next to him. I grin, “Does that explain my plan?” 

“I didn’t think you’d actually dance.” Tian pieces together while laughing uncontrollably. 

“Well I did, ha!” 

“How do you even think we can get famous?” Tian asks me once he stops laughing. 

“We do really well in performances and hope that we get lucky.” That’s  really all I could think of at the moment.

Tian looks at me and nods and I smile at him. Then I wrap my arm around his shoulder and pull him closer to me as his rests his head on my shoulder once more.

taglist: @xen-blank @krenenbaker @edith-is-apparently-a-cat @the-banana-0verlord

[shadowqueen402]

Corpse Maren: Undying Love (Chapter 4)

(Meanwhile with Aria)

The sky had just gotten dark with the stars and full moon glowing brightly. This filled Aria with dread as that would mean that, in the morning, she would be married off to her new fiancè that she already received bad vibes from. And his sister wasn't any better. No matter how much she tried to see them in a positive view, that feeling in her gut wouldn't go away.

She really did not want to marry him. But she couldn't find it in her heart to tell her parents the truth.

Which was why she found herself getting ready to do the unthinkable; running away from home and finding a safe place for her to hide until her "fiancé" and his sister decide to call off the wedding.

"Forgive me, Mother and Father," Aria muttered to herself. "But I can't see myself marrying that man. I only hope that he doesn't do anything terrible to you two…" She already knew how worried sick and upset her parents would get if they found out about her plan.

With one last sigh, Aria left her apartment and started to be on her way. Fortunately, nobody was outside at that time. So she didn't have to worry about anyone spotting her.

"How do I tell them the truth?" Aria muttered while still walking. "I love them and I know that they love me. They were promised such excellent things by Caspar… If I told them… I can imagine how heartbroken they'd be… Ugh, why does this have to happen to me?"

She stopped when she looked up and blinked in shock. She found herself no longer in Timeville, but rather in…a forest. Since it was night, it made the forest rather eerie.

"Maybe running away from home was a bad idea…" Aria said, looking around to see if she could either find a way back or another way out. But she also had to look out for any wild animals that could be lurking.

Her arm brushed against a branch—or what she thought was a branch— that suddenly grabbed her in a firm yet gentle grasp.

Aria gasped as she tried to free herself. But to her surprise and horror, something—or someone— emerged from the grass, causing Aria to stumble to the ground. It was a strange humanoid being.

The being's striped jester hat was French blue and sapphire blue. Judging from his masculine body figure, Aria could tell that it was a "he". His skin was a lifeless baby blue. He wore a black and white worn-out tuxedo and a gold wedding band on his left ring finger.

But that wasn't what horrified Aria.

The being's face was missing large bits of his skin, revealing parts of his skull. Some parts of his jester hat were also missing, revealing the bone of his horns. His right hand, however, had bruised fingertips and the nails were missing. Like someone had painfully yanked them out.

Aria didn't dare speak a word. She was too frightened to even move. The being opened his eyes and looked down at Aria. His eyes were lifeless, but still had sparkle in them. His black lips curled up in a smile as he wrapped his cold arms around Aria's shoulders and spoke the very words that would change Aria's life.

"After waiting for so long, I have finally found you; my true love. Now, I may kiss the bride."

(Meanwhile with Jett, NiGHTS, Balan, and Lance)

"We got your letter, Jett," NiGHTS said after coming across his figure. "I hope Balan, Lance, and I weren't late."

"It's fine," Jett said. "But since you three are here, I might as well tell ya what I know. See, after I'd finished helping out with the ceremony and all, I was making my way home when I noticed a brother and sister talking to each other. So I've eavesdropped on them. Their names were Caspar and Sia."

NiGHTS's eyes widened at this. "Sia…" They repeated. "My sibling, Reala? His former lover was named Sia. And she, too, had a brother named Caspar…"

"That doesn't sound like a coincidence, doesn't it?" Balan asked. "Jett, do tell us what you've heard; every last bit."

"Caspar and Sia were talking about…Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery's money." Jett crossed his arms and frowned. "At first, I was confused. But then, Caspar mentioned about using the money for something involving their business…"

"That cannot be good," Lance said, frowning. "Are you theorizing that Caspar and Sia would steal that money if they could?"

"Most likely," Jett replied. "But what caught my interest, so to speak, was Sia mentioning Wizeman…"

"How would this Sia know my father?" NiGHTS asked. "She couldn't possibly be the same Sia that dated Reala, could she?" They pondered in silence for a bit.

"Fortunately for you all, I've come up with a plan to help Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery hide their money," Jett said. "As well as create a psychological test on them to see if my suspicions are confirmed. But I obviously cannot do this alone. I will need your help. Not to mention, I have the help from a dear friend of mine named Leona."

NiGHTS, Balan, and Lance looked at each other. Would this plan really work? They couldn't just tell Aria's parents that Caspar and Sia wanted their money. Plus, if the plan worked out successfully, Jett's suspicions would be easily confirmed.

"We'll do your plan, Jett," NiGHTS said. "But we have to pay my father, Wizeman, a visit. We need to ask what he knew about my sibling's disappearance."

Aria, her parents, Caspar, and Sia belong to me.

Jett belongs to @jettthespeeddemon

[sl33py-g4m3r]

less vent filled post about the second nemona fight

trying this underleveled might be a bad idea, lol. all my mons are currently level 7, and the baby pokemon are still babies~~ which might be contributing to my loss repeatedly.

I'm stubborn and wanted to save scum until I won, not happening. cause I tried for an hour and got so unreasonably upset.... making me think I'm bad at the game. I'm not probably, just that i'm currently underleveled by 2 levels and have baby pokemon on my team.

and I think the only faries I can get for the time being anyway. could be wrong tho.

I came really close a couple of times, sweep the quaxly with ralts using confusion, there was one time where quaxly hit through 4 double teams... :(

came really close to taking out the pawmi a couple of times but we didn't prevail. my poor underleveled fairy types.

current team:

ralts, lvl 6, gentle nature with synchronize (was trying to go for modest but aparently the one I was resetting for was a static encounter and you can't save scum those rip nature and ability are always the same when they spawn) growl, disarming voice, double team, confusion

igglybuff, lvl 7, quiet nature with competitive, pound, sing, copycat, defense curl

azurill, lvl 7, lonely nature with huge power, water gun, splash, helping hand, bubble beam

fidough lvl 7, jolly nature with own tempo, tackle, growl, lick

it essentially went like this until I tried using ralts to help take out quaxly: I try to paralyze it with lick, or if that didn't work tried to sing it to sleep with igglybuff, usually resulting in a loss, getting to pawmi sometimes

used ralts a bit to try to take out quaxly and confuse w confusion, why are status elements so rare? and pawmi's static gets me almost all the time?

I came close a good chunk of times tho, tried for an hour and that resulted in me feeling like I'm bad at the game... instead of taking on the trainers and trying to tweak movesets if I could.

and I just recently caught them anyway so...... eh.....

I should've stopped to take a break in hindsight and not got so pissed that I couldn't sleep, but as my last post stated when I upleaded it before deleting it, "I'm a stubborn idiot"

so maybe I'm not bad at strategizing as I thought? hopefully. it's that I've got 2 babies on my team, or 3 actually if you include ralts... and I'm two to three levels underlevel for her team

and she terastralises...

much less upset and feeling bad about myself and my gameplay now. are there any fairys that I missed? or do I have all of them available currently?

I could just lose and advance the plot to get the story going, but I don't want to. cause I wanna win the fight, lol

guess I'll put it here too~~~

a reminder to myself: get so upset that you can't think straight? take a break~~~ it'll help~~~

stubbornness can only get you so far~~~

is the reason the game was kind of easy on my first playthrough just because I was over leveled the entire game?

gonna stick to the level caps and see how that goes~~~

[ducknotinarow]

Michelangelo, why did you leave your brothers for the Foot Clan? What would possess you to hurt them like that?

| Anon asks @aflockoffeathers

For someone who loved to be around other so much, Michelangelo had to admit he never saw how nice some quite and along time seemed to be a nice benefit as well. Closely looking over one of his plants leave's where some where starting to brown he quirked his beak a little and gentle set the Pruning Scissors over to the stem. So he could cut it off letting the leaf fall down as he went to cut the next. Humming softly to himself. He had to admit though this green house still could be far too quite for his own liking as he went about his care, giving this flower just a tad more extra care than he did any of the rest. One of few gifted to him from Ariel. Currently he was tending too the Lily of the valley she got for him. He was curious where she got her hands on the flowers. Not to mentions he was curious for the reason on the flowers she did bring to him. Sure it was a gift for Mikey a way to say sorry.

Not that Michelangelo felt she had a reason to be sorry for a thing that happened. Mikey had been a bit of an unaware idiot. How could he not have thought what he did would effect those around him?

No these flowers must hold a meaning she was Donatello's and Yvonne's kid after all. There was always just a bit more behind what they did. Mikey always knew that half pipe back in the lair was more than a spur of the moment gift. He always knew Von offered to partake in nail painting and giving make over in favor of answering question about being a mutant or well mostly Donatello for a reason as well. Ariel was very much like the two of them, there was just a hidden layer to their actions. Don didn't just make it cause he had the spare stuff laying around. Don would have found use for the stuff, he did it for Mikey when he was feeling down about his self worth. A way to show how much he meant to the team and more his family. Von could just ask about Don. Mikey likes giving the dirt on his brothers always has, so he figured she picked up on his struggle at the time.

it's why He looked at what the flowers gifted to him meant. Smiling as he got the last leaf cut off. He just wanted them to get a tad bit of extra set of care. Though he loved the flowers and they were a great addition to his little green house, it did carry quite whispers from the back of his mind. Why she got so upset with him. Why her emotions got the better of her. Why he has never once blamed her for how she acted or even felt at the time. If anything she was the only one to treat him in away he should for what he did.

Michelangelo, why did you leave your brothers for the Foot Clan? What would possess you to hurt them like that?

When didn't he think about this, how many times did he wait and expect one of them to say it. Left in the back of his mind to be haunted by. setting his scissors down as he resting his hands down to the surface of table he kept the potted flowers. Not quite ready to transfer them out.

"I felt so sure of myself at the time." he admits to the voice, aware the words were not just his thoughts airing out. But one of those grey faced being speaking them into exsitance. "They were all going places, doing things, starting news lives. And I felt stuck." He admits, eyes closing shut feeling himself back in that same place he was in years ago.

"I didn't...want to be left behind. I don't want be all by myself." He confesses. "Karia she was so convincing when she talked to me. Said how useful I would be. We weren't fighting them so I thought it would be fine I even made friends among them." They weren't really his friend in the end, though were they. "But the worst thing? None of them hate me for it and they should. Eve Splinter."

Setting his hands over his face rubbing the heel of his plam against his eyes. "They shouldn't have forgave me they shouldn't have let me back home. I betrayed them but they act like I didn't? Not one of them yelled or got angry for what I did. But I know I caused harm and worse they won't tell?" Mikey wasn't stupid he knew. He was so aware. He might not know the details but knowing excatly how Donatello reacted over what he did?

"Dosent matter why I did it." Because how could he ever properly express the why. It would be like he was trying to defend what he did. How can one defend such a action. Face lifting to look at the flowers before him. He loves them he dose. He knows why they were gifted and the intention. But it wasn't why he cared for them as he did.

They severed as reminders.

Remember what he did, the harm he caused. To those so close to him. That he knows he couldn't go on with if they were all suddenly gone.

[the-rxven-king]

hi i know i dont post much original content on here anymore or anything like that, but i did just go update my ko-fi with commission stuff and updated my gallery if anyone would like to go check it out! even just looking would mean a lot to me

heres a lil link for ya, thank you for your time

[devildomdisaster]

Idk if you read Lore Olympus but chapter 129 gave me an angsty request idea.

So Persephone, who’s the goddess of spring, goes into a hibernation-like state and when her emotions go out of control, she ends up growing her hair really long and her body sprouts a lot of plants from her; to the point of covering her and whatever area she’s in with her plants.

So I would like to request head cannons of the Brothers reacting to an MC who gets really sad whenever the brothers insult or threaten them and after several weeks of being berated by demons it causes MC to shut down and go to their room but mistakes a comfort spell with a plant curse that causes their hair and plants to grow continuously long. The plants fill up MC’s room and while they would normally be surprised at the mistake, they don’t care any more. They allow the plants to to grow, even wrap around their neck and body, and hopes the curse kills them off before the brothers notice as they go in the “hibernation” stage of the curse (The curse causes the victim to grow a lot of plants and vines from their body until they die, which can take a few days).

I’m sorry for being so long and descriptive, I just wanna see the Bros panic and feel guilty that MC felt pushed to do this to themselves but I understand if you don’t want to do it

I don't read Lore Olympus but you described the situation really well so I hope this is something close to what you wanted.

Comfort spell gone wrong

Lately, nothing seemed to be good enough for the demons. No matter what you did one of them would find something to berate you for.

“Mc, your grades are subpar even for an exchange student. You’ll have to try harder in order to not be a disappointment to Diavolo and myself.” Lucifer warned over breakfast.

“Mc, you burned dinner. You should learn to be a better cook.” Beel grumbled. As if you had ever seen any of these ingredients before ending up in the Devildom.

Even Mammon seemed to be in a particularly unpleasant mood. A never-ending string of complaints about how hard it is to protect an ordinary human. “Geez, you’re such a hassle human.”

Taking refuge in the library to study and to give Mammon a break from you proved disastrous and nearly deadly. Somehow you’d managed to spill your cup of tea all over an old somewhat rare text after Asmo had barged in and startled you. Your string of bad luck continued when Satan rounded the corner and saw the soggy tea-stained pages you’d been trying to decipher. In his fit of rage, he’d called you several unpleasant names and asked if you were “capable of doing anything right or if all humans are as stupid as you?” You’d left as quickly as you were able to avoid any more of his wrath.

No matter where you went you kept walking in on Belphie napping and without fail he’d say something nasty to you, that would make tears burn the backs of your eyes.

Levi had angrily called you a “useless normie,” who he wished would “never come back.” and had pushed you from his room with a slam of his door.

Even Asmo who usually just ignored you when he was upset found every reason imaginable to critique your every aspect. Physical and personality. Not a single one of which made you feel any more than worthless.

So was it any wonder when at the end of a long week you’d locked yourself in your room and decided to try that comfort spell you’d heard Solomon talking about? It seemed simple enough. But then your tears had blurred your vision as you’d recited the words and your Latin was still shaky at best. But it was just a few lines! And there was no way you were going to go to one of the brothers for comfort when they had seemed perfectly happy to make you miserable for the last few weeks.

You’d read the spell aloud and curled up hoping that the spell would kick in and you’d feel even just the slightest bit better. The blinding green light and sudden drop in energy was the first and only warning the spell had gone wrong. But being new to magic meant it still sapped your energy, so you didn’t stop to think something might be wrong. By the time you realized what was happening, everything was out of control. Plants had begun to sprout from your skin and the floor around you, growing and growing. With each inch they grew you felt your exhaustion creep up and consume you. You were just so tired. Your eyes fluttered closed. This was wrong! You forced your eyes open again. You need to fix this. The spell! But a short nap wouldn’t hurt, would it? You’d have more energy after you woke up. Then you could go get one of the brothers. Satan would know how to fix this. Or Lucifer! He’d clean the spell up easily. Yes, after you woke up…

Lucifer hadn’t seen you all weekend. He figures you’re most likely studying. But you don’t show up for meals and none of his brothers have seen you either… and oh Diavolo! He can feel the spell from the dining room. How did he not notice sooner? The cold pulling sensation of the spell, like it was sucking the warmth and life from its surroundings.

When Lucifer reaches your door Mammon is already there. Knocking and shouting for you, but there's no answer. He all but breaks your door down, his brothers behind him, and finds you at the center of the spell. Unresponsive and covered in the plants using your energy to grow. The plants had begun climbing up the walls and twisting through your hair, sending out snow-white flowers.

“Beel! Don’t!” Lucifer warns as Beel reaches out to pull a handful of plants from you. “We don’t know what did this and what will happen to Mc if we just rip the spell off like that.”

“Lucifer, Mc did this to themself,” Satan points to the open spellbook. “It looks like they got a comfort spell mixed up.”

Fortunately, your last tired thoughts were correct and Lucifer is able to break the spell quickly. You wake surrounded by the brothers.

Lucifer:

All this happened for a comfort spell? Because you didn’t feel like you could come to him, to any of them?

He’s so sorry Mc. Enough that as he leans down to pick you up out of the mess of withering plants you can feel tears fall onto your face.

“Nothing I did was good enough for you Lucifer. Any of you. I just wanted to feel… I just wanted-”

His heart breaks when he realizes this is his brother’s fault, his fault. “You are always good enough, Mc. Much more than I could ever ask you to be, and if I ever made you feel like you weren't. No, the fact that I made you feel like you weren’t, means I have been truly terrible.”

You’re choking back your own tears now and you curl further into his arms as he carries you down the hall. “You said I was a disappointment.”

“My dear Mc, you have never been, nor could you ever be a disappointment to me. Forgive me for ever making you feel as if you were.”

Lucifer takes you to his bathroom and draws you a bath to wash away the last of the plant matter from your body.

Afterward, he’ll bring you anything you ask for. He wants to wrap you in his arms but doesn’t want to push you, so he asks softly if he can hold you.

He’ll spend weeks trying to make this up to you, even after you forgive him, he’ll be sure to tell you how much he loves you more often than he did before.

Mammon:

Shit human! Why didn’t you come to him? He loves you so much and oh. He made you feel like a burden.

How could he be so stupid when he knows how his brothers make him feel?

Mammon begs for your forgiveness in front of all his brothers.

“Please can ya forgive me? I never meant to make ya feel like a burden. You're the only human I- I want to protect you Mc. I’m so sorry.”

Mammon helps you up and since your room is covered in plants he offers to let you sleep in his room for the night.

He wraps you in blankets and brushes the hair from your face with trembling fingertips.

There are still a few stubborn leaves sticking to your face and in your hair so Mammon takes a warm washcloth and wipes them from your face before gently untangling the plants from your hair.

You’ll be getting little gifts and tokens of mammon’s affections for the foreseeable future.

Levi:

He threw you out of his room when you came to him for comfort and the guilt at seeing you almost die because of it is eating him alive.

He feels frozen

Maybe you would be better off without an otaku shut-in like him. He starts avoiding you like the plague.

You start to think that Levi is so disgusted with the fact that you did that spell that he doesn’t want anything to do with you anymore.

Despite this Levi still checks up on you. He wants to know that you are ok, he just does it without you knowing.

He’ll ask his brothers about you and discreetly glance at you during meals to make sure you’re eating enough and look healthy.

A few days later when your favorite and manga anime start showing up outside your door you confront Levi. “Are you mad at me? Do you just not want to be around me after what happened? Levi, I miss you!”

He is shook, and he can’t believe he messed up so badly.

He’s happy that he can invite you to hang out again, and he makes sure to spend long nights gaming or watching movies with you until you fall asleep against him. He’ll even stutter out how much he treasures his time with you, blushing fiercely all the while.

Satan:

Satan feels anger swell up inside him. How could he have let this happen? How could no one have seen how upset you were?

Once the spell has been dissolved he is at your side instantly. Brushing vines from your skin. His fingers are shaking in anger but his touch is so gentle.

When both you and your room are cleaned up Satan sits at your bedside, book in hand, reading to you.

He just wants to be close to you now. He wants you to know how much he cares about you but is still too worked up to get his thoughts out properly.

Eventually, his thoughts calm and he stops reading in the middle of a sentence. “Mc, I am so sorry. I never meant to make you feel unwanted. Every day I spend with you is infinitely better than a day without you. I know the spell was a mistake but… we almost lost you. I almost lost you.”

He wants to talk about what pushed you to do this. He won’t push but he really does think that he will be better able to help you if he understands.

Satan makes sure to spend more time with you from now on. He makes a conscious effort to check his temper at the door and be with you when you need him.

Sometimes he’ll just read to you until one of you confides in the other in quiet voices.

Asmo:

As you blink your eyes open Asmo gently brushes some plants from your cheek.

You are so pale and his heart breaks as you flinch away from him. You feel like a mess and you know you must look like one too so curl your body away from him trying to hide. Trying to avoid his critical gaze.

This is the moment Asmo knows he screwed up.

He draws his hand back, for a moment, before reaching out to you again. Cupping your cheek and wiping your tears away with perfectly manicured hands.

Lucifer has him take you to his bathroom to clean up while the rest of the brothers work to clear the plants from your room.

Asmo is quiet for a long while as he untangles plants from your hair.

“You’re so loved, Mc,” he says softly. “You are.” he insists when you shake your head no.

“More than you could ever know, and it’s our fault for not telling you. My fault for not making you feel worthy.”

After this incident, Asmo wants to make sure you know how beautiful you are. He starts self-care days once a week that soon turn into whole family affairs. Each week different combinations of his brother attend and you all work to pamper each other.

Asmo makes sure nothing like this happens again, he never wants to be part of the reason you feel unloved ever again.

Beel:

At first, Beel thinks you did this on purpose. Once the brothers realize you messed up the spell he is less angry but no less distraught.

Once you wake up, he wants to take you to get desserts. He’s heard humans eat Chocolate/ other sweets to feel better. And this makes sense to him, food does make everything better.

But you don’t want to go to Madam Screams or the kitchen to make your own. You’re still so tired. Not to mention embarrassed that you screwed the spell up this bad.

And now they are all staring at you like they care so much when none of them had any time to notice how they were making you feel before.

When you become unresponsive to the brother’s questions and apologies Beel scoops you up in his arms and walks away with you.

Something about the way he holds you close to his chest and his warmth causes you to finally let go.

You bury your face in his shirt to muffle your crying.

“I just… I felt so alone! And… I...but no one” you gasp out shakily between sobs.

Beel soothes you with soft murmuring as he gently cards his fingers through your hair and strokes down your back.

Once your crying quiets he starts to speak “Don’t do that again. You can always come to me Mc. I’m so sorry you felt like you couldn’t”

Belphie:

Belphie thinks it’s a joke at first. “Man, how could they mess up this bad?”

Then he sees Lucifer’s panicked expression and it hits him how serious this is.

Belphie is immediately by your side. Hands frantically feeling your wrist for a pulse.

After Lucifer breaks the spell and your eyes flutter open Belphie is filled with relief until a wave of guilt washes through him.

He can’t believe he fucked up so badly again. Sure this time he didn’t directly cause you physical harm, but he did play a role in causing you to almost die again.

“I am so very sorry Mc, I never meant to hurt you.”

He does everything he can think of to make it up to you. Anything you ask him for, as long as it’s within his power, is yours. No questions asked.

He asks permission just to hold your hand for weeks afterward as if he thinks you’ll come to your senses and decide you don’t want anything to do with him.

He wants to comfort you so bad.

To make sure you don’t feel like this again Belphie pulls you away to nap with him as often as he can get away with it. Most likely only a few times a week (much less often than he would like). Sometimes he uses this time just to talk with you. Others you really do nap, and Belphie curls himself around you. Occasionally he enters your dreams while you nap together to make sure no nightmares can touch you.

[loopy-froots]

Childhood Friends

Brahms Heelshire x afab!Reader

Author: @loopy-froots

Word Count: 3261 (WOW wtf…)

Slight request by @leahromanof : small age gap (Brahms is 26-28 and the reader is 20)

Summary: The Reader grew up very close to the Heelshire family, as their parents were business partners with them. However, after the fire incident, Brahms and the Reader took some space from each other. While the Reader knew Brahms was still alive, they didn’t know under the circumstances he was. When a sudden tragedy strikes their family, the Reader is left with no home. The Heelshire family offer their home with welcoming arms, but much has changed between all of them since they have last seen each other.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, swearing, slasher x reader, smut, virgin/unprotected sex (masc and fem), abusive parents (fem), insecurities (on both parts), slight age gap (6ish years?), a slight size kink (if you squint?), etc.

Author’s Note: I wasn’t too sure what to write for the age gap so I hope this is good enough!!! I also threw in a lot of personal needs I’ve been having, so I hope y’all don’t mind! Feel free to let me know your thoughts!!!

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*2nd Person POV*

You couldn’t believe this was happening. You were finally going to see your beloved childhood friend, Brahms Heelshire, again after close to ten years of separation. You wished this was not under these circumstances, as you never intended to cause your family such turmoil.

“Y/n! Come in, why don’t you?” Mr. Heelshire exclaims as he opens his front door. He must have seen you walk up their driveway. You can see Mrs. Heelshire inside, but she shares a concerning expression. Trying to brush it off, you step inside and am greeted by the warmth of the house. It was a terribly chilly winter day, and the walk there exhausted you.

“Come, dear! Let me get you a cup of tea to warm you up! You look rather frozen!” Mrs. Heelshire snaps out of her funk and laughs al0ng with her husband. Their jovial attitude makes you feel rather welcomed and loved.

“I cannot thank you enough, Mr. and Mrs. Heelshire… I… I’m terribly sorry that this all happened… especially so suddenly…” You look down with embarrassment.

“Nonsense! We’re always happy to have you, Y/n! Our home is yours!” Mr. Heelshire smiles at you, but you get a somewhat urgent vibe from him. You’re not sure how to feel about it, but you figure since they’re being ever so kind you were in no position to question.

“Now, dear… why don’t you tell us exactly what happened… Perhaps we may help with your parents’ situation?” Mrs. Heelshire gently suggests, but you shake your head in disagreement.

“Unfortunately, I’m not sure that’s possible… you see, I recently came out to my parents as non-binary… they’ve never been overly supportive of that kind of stuff, but I knew I couldn’t hide myself any longer…” You explain shamefully.

“Oh my… that is a rather difficult predicament, hm? However, we want you to know that we fully support you… in fact, our own Brahms considers himself genderfluid,” Mrs. Heelshire shares, which honestly makes you feel less alone.

“Really? I… I had no idea… Thank you, but speaking of which… where is Brahms…? Does he still live with you?” You wonder.

“Oh, um… yes… he does, but he’s grown to be rather… timid… so he doesn’t always come out when people are visiting…” Mr. Heelshire explains swiftly, and you try to understand. You don’t fully know what he’s been through, so who are you to judge his social anxieties?

“That’s alright. Well, I just hope he knows how excited I am to see him again…” You confess, causing a surprised reaction from the Heelshire couple.

“Really? Well, that’s certainly wonderful! I’m sure he'll become more open to meeting you after he gets used to you being in the house…” Mrs. Heelshire states with a gentle smile, and you nod your head in agreement.

With that, you are then taken on a tour of the house. You’re shown areas you can and cannot wander to, and you mentally note each location that’s off limits. You’d never want to make the Heelshires uncomfortable, despite how curious you were. They show you to your room, which you immediately recognize as Brahms’ childhood room.

“Oh wow! This looks exactly how I remembered it!” You giggle.

“I’m glad you’re fond of it still, as Brahms insisted you take his room for your own… comfort…” Mr. Heelshire shares, but something tells you he’s not entirely being honest. However, you ignore the feeling bubbling up in your stomach.

“Well, feel free to unpack your things dear. As we mentioned before, we are planning on going on a trip within the next few days. So it will be just you and Brahms for a while…” Mrs. Heelshire reminds you, and you shiver slightly for some reason.

“Oh, yes… Well, I hope the two of you enjoy it!” You politely respond.

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“Goodbye, dear! And remember, follow the rules and you’ll get no trouble from our dear Brahms!” The Heelshires bid you farewell and leave in their cab. Closing the door, you sigh in relief.

“Alright, follow the rules… I can do that… it’s the least I can do since they were so kind as to let me stay for a while…” You motivate yourself.

“Y/n…” A sudden familiar, childlike voice echoes through the house. You looked around to see who it came from, but you saw no one. It had to be Brahms, right? Who else could it have been, but where was he?

“B-Brahms?” You sheepishly call out. You hear no answer and suddenly feel quite stupid. Maybe you just heard the shifting of the house or imagined someone was calling your name?

“Alright, focus… first things first, making some lunch… hopefully he’ll come down to eat with me…?” You hope. You could’ve sworn you heard another childish giggle somewhere, but you try to shake the skittish feeling building up. You quickly make whatever you feel like for lunch, desperate to finish so that you can call Brahms down to eat.

“Um, Brahms? I… lunch is done… if you want some?” You yell throughout the house, but you hear no answer. Finally feeling defeat, you turn back to the kitchen and notice that one of the plates of food has disappeared.

“How did he get to it without me noticing?” You ask out loud. Every instinct within you tells you that something was wrong, but you tried your best to give the man some time to adjust to the new living situation.

“Y/n…?” In the middle of eating, you hear a now more adult version of the voice you heard earlier. You drop your fork in surprise and frantically look around for the source. You then see a tall and scruffy looking man standing at the end of the dining room. He was holding the plate that is now empty, and you figure that must be Brahms. He was very odd looking, in all honesty. He wore a porcelain mask that resembles the type of little dollies you used to keep as a kid.

“Oh, um… h-hello, Brahms…?” You try to be friendly towards him, despite the creepy feeling you got from him already. However, him not answering causes the suspicion to form again.

“Um… did you enjoy the meal I made for you?” You try to spark a conversation, but Brahms nonverbally nods in response.

“That’s good! I’m… glad…” You smile awkwardly at him, but his masked face remains expressionless. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, and Brahms notices the tense state you’re in. He begins to step closer to you, and sets his plate on the table. Sweating profusely, you wonder what he’s doing. He steps closer and closer to you until he’s directly in front of you. While you sit, he towers over you. You’d never admit it, but he’s very intimidating. However, you try your best to be polite.

“Is… everything alright, Brahms?” You ask innocently. He just stares at you, though, never saying a word. When you were about to get up and try to walk away, he grabs your arm and pulls you into him.

“B-Brahms…?!” You exclaim as he squeezes you in his broad arms. He’s rather warm, but trembling. Your heart relaxes when you realize he only wanted a hug.

“Y/n… nice to see you again…” He finally peeps out. Your cheeks heat up, but you lean into the embrace. The two of you just hold onto each other for a few moments, enjoying each other’s presence.

“Good to see you, too! I was worried you were upset with me for coming back after such a long time…” You try to pull away and look him in the eyes, but his grip keeps you there.

“Mm, no… not upset… lonely…” He breathes into your ear, sending a chill down your back. He was… lonely? That makes you feel bad… really bad… how could you leave him like you did after the incident?! It wasn’t completely your fault, as you parents were the main reason you stayed away. They told you what a dangerous person Brahms was, and they forbid you from being influenced by him in any way.

Additionally, your parents never liked how fond the two of you seemed towards each other, despite the slight age difference you had. Brahms was only six years older, and to you it didn’t matter for terms of friendship. However, your parents saw the attraction Brahms had towards you right away. As children, it only developed into a little crush, but the older the two of you got the more obvious it became, to the adults at least. You seemed quite oblivious to his attempts to woo you, as you had just thought he was being friendly.

“I…I’m sorry, Brahms… I should’ve… I wish I’d have… I’m sorry…” Tear well in your eyes as you look down from his gaze. Your focus then shifts to the ever growing bulge in his pants that you hadn’t noticed before.

“It’s alright… happy you’re here now…” Brahms strokes your hair with his free hand, and he leans into you. You feel him stroke your neck with his nose, seemingly trying to get a reaction out of you. Completely frozen, you felt unsure of what to do. All of the sudden, your head’s ideas clicked and made you realize the years of yearning he’d been doing for you.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t still have feelings for the boy you grew up with. You always admired how protective he was of you. You never admitted your affection towards him, though, as you thought he might react negatively. To you, the age difference acted as a barrier, but to him, it seemed he didn’t mind in the slightest. All he’s ever known was his love for you, despite the age gap. However, is this still the same boy as before? You probably barely knew him anymore. Then why were you getting so flustered over this simple interaction?

“Brahms?” You look back into his eyes with a curious glint. What was he planning with you?

“Hm?” He nonchalantly answers.

“Are you…?” You start, but then feel too embarrassed to finish.

“Yes,” He agrees without needing you to explain. You feel him jerk his hips into your stomach softly, desperate to get some friction between the two of you. As intoxicating as he was being, you still felt unsure of your stance with him.

“I’m not sure I want to… I mean, this is so soon… don’t you think?” You try to reason mainly with yourself to try and stop this from happening. With that, Brahms stops and pulls away from you with a pout.

“No?” He questions with sweet eyes.

“I… yes…?” You try to stand your ground with yourself again, but it’s no use. Brahms’ heartfelt pleading turns you to putty in his hands.

“Please?” He begs. With that, you finally agree, and he’s onto you. Groping all up and down your sides, front, and back, he feels every inch of your body as if he’s desperate to find something in you.

“Brahms… wait…?” You stop him again, realizing you hadn’t seen his actual face yet. You politely ask him to remove his mask, but he visibly slumps.

“Why…? You… don’t want to see me…” Brahms insecurely explains, but you shake your head.

“I do! Please…?” You whine as he continues to feel up your back. Brahms hesitates slightly, then agrees. With that, he slowly removes the porcelain from himself. This leaves his bare, burnt, and uncertain face into your view. You’re unsure of what to say at first, as your feelings are conflicted. However, you quickly decide to go with what your heart felt.

“You’re so handsome, Brahms…” You confess with a sheepish smile. He doesn’t respond, though, almost as if he’s debating what to say as well.

“Mm!” You moan through a sudden kiss he placed on your lips, making Brahms smile to himself in the kiss. He loved the way you reacted to his touch. He quickly realized you were feeling the same towards him, and that gave him the confidence to continue. You rapidly grew a certain heat in your pelvic area, but the feeling was still unfamiliar to you. Only on the rare occasion did you allow yourself the pleasure, but you felt guilty for it every time.

“Slut… whore… useless daughter…” Your parents’ past words radiate in your head, and a panic washes over your body. Brahms senses your inner conflict again, and stops once more.

“Y/n…?” He gently asks to see if you’re alright. Tears well up in your eyes as the guilt of disappointing your parents consumes you.

“I’m sorry, I just… my mom and dad would be so upset… I just feel so… lost…” You admit, and Brahms wipes your cheeks with his calloused hands.

“Mm, screw them…” He chuckles darkly.

“But…” You try to argue, but he shushes you instead.

“They’ve never been good to you, Y/n…” Brahms shares, and it confuses you at first. They’ve always given you food, shelter, and anything else a child would need.

“But they… they mean well…” You try to reason it out, but he still disagrees.

“I’ve been watching, listening to how they treat you your whole life, Y/n… the way they scream at you, gaslight you, disappoint you… that’s not love… that’s abuse…” Brahms whispers with a broken heart for you. The pain of realization hits you, but you try to muffle your cries with your hands over your mouth.

“I’m so sorry… I know how hard it is… but I… I want to love you… really love you…” He kisses the top of your head sweetly. His words fill your heart with hope that you might not be miserable the rest of your life.

“Really…? I mean, I would love that… but I don’t want to force you into anything…” You self doubt yourself.

“Absolutely. I mean, hell… why do you think I was doing all of this?” Brahms wonders, and you suppose he’s right.

“Yeah, true… I’m sorry, I just feel bad… but thank you, I’d love to… y’know…?” You admit with a shy grin, which he immediately returns.

“Good,” He smirks and kisses you again. This time, the kiss was much more desperate for the sweet result. Brahms shows no mercy for you this time as he begins biting your lips. Your little gasps invoke a strong sense of pride within him. He was making you feel this way, and he alone would make you feel good.

“Hm,” His deep voice rumbles in his chest. Your eyes flutter open and shut, unsure of how to go about this situation. Squirming around awkwardly, you then feel Brahms grab your waist as he lifts you up and onto the table.

“Ah! Brahms...?!” You yelp in surprise.

“Take off your shirt, Y/n.” He demands, already sliding his hands underneath. You timidly follow his instructions, removing your shirt and bra from your body. Brahms looks down from your face and onto your breasts. He adored them, so he ran his hands over them as he gave each nipple a cheeky pinch.

“Oh, Brahms…” Your eyes close in bliss, but he snaps your attention back to his eyes.

“Look at me,” He suggests sternly.

“O-okay…” You do as he wishes and stare deep into his icy eyes. He’s tender and gentle, but he still makes you feel so small next to him.

“You’re so pretty, Y/n… I’ve always loved you…” Brahms brushes a stray lock of hair out of your face, giving him a better view at your beauty.

“I have loved you for the longest time, too, Brahms… I just never knew how to tell you…” You try your best to express your feelings, but your past experience with doing so has never been easy for you. Each emotion you shared ended in an argument with your parents.

“I’m so glad… please…” Brahms pleads, leaning his forehead against yours. He didn’t have to finish for you to understand what he wanted.

“C’mere…” Your sudden burst of trust hits the two of you like a train. Brahms roughly attacks your neck with his lips and teeth, nipping at all your sensitive areas. Exploring each and every inch, he scopes out which areas you like best.

“Mm, Y/n…” He whimpers, rubbing his needy cock against your body. You had neglected it for far too long, and you wanted to give it some love too.

Lowering your hand down to his member, you stroke him through his pants. Pre-cum leaks from his tip and soaks through his underwear slightly. His moans fill your ears with sweet misery. The lack of being inside of you was killing him, but he wanted to take things slow for you.

“Ah, Y/n…! Please! I’ll be a good boy!” He begs you to allow him entrance, and you agree. Instantaneously, he pulls his clothes off and prepares his painfully hard cock to slide into you.

“Oh! You feel… so tight…!” He didn’t tell you, but this was his first time as well. The first feeling of being inside of someone, especially when that someone is you, was the best feeling he’s ever felt. He couldn’t help himself but pump in and out of you. He tried his best to go slow, but his selfish excitement got the better of him. However, you were far from upset by this.

“Ah! D-don’t… stop…!” You plead with him, and he obliges. Slapping his body into yours in a rhythmic motion causes you to quickly feel that coil in your stomach tighten around him.

“F-fuck…! You’re gonna make me…!” As quickly as it started, your love making ended. The two of you came together simultaneously, and everything felt perfect to you. However, Brahms felt a wave of guilt.

“I… I’m sorry… I wish I had lasted longer… and I shouldn’t have pressured you into this…” He goes on and on about all the things he could’ve done better, but you then stop him with a chaste peck on his lips.

“You were perfect. Thank you,” You lovingly look into his eyes. He searches for any sort of regret, but when he finds none he settles into your arms.

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[skinnyducky]

made for you // v.h.

hello.. im sorry i havent been posting. school has been keeping me busy but i wanted to post this. this idea comes from @yelenasdarling so thank you ! i recommend listening to halley’s comet by billie eilish (as well as the whole album) bc that’s the song that is being discussed in this (as well as many others), so yuh. enjoy ! and i promise i haven’t forgotten about party @ y/ns !

vinnie hacker x singer!fem!reader

Word Count: 1408, edited

WARNING: MAJOR FLUFF LUV

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As the year was coming to an end, so was your debut album. For months, you’d been working with the best producers, musicians, and doing endless promo for this album and within a few days, you’d be playing it for the label. Obviously because it is your first record, you’re protective over it. No one had heard it besides the people working on it. So, you were a bit nervous to let your pleading boyfriend, Vinnie, tag along to the studio with you.

It was Friday, and you two had been chilling in his room when your producer, Sarah, said she needed you to go over it before the label meeting. As you bid your goodbyes to Vinnie, informing him of the reason for your departure, he pouted. “Why can’t I come?” he nearly cried, giving you his puppy dog eyes. Because you couldn’t resist them—and you just can’t say “no” to him—you allowed him to come.

Now here the two of you were, in the studio and listening to Sarah go on and on about how long it took for her to finish mastering it. Your manager, Jen, had came too. She had to hear the album for herself also. She couldn’t have her client looking a mess in front of her bosses. Bad for business and her reputation.

“…and after an hour or two of making sure your vocals were clear, I finally finish the album.” Sarah explained. “Honestly, this is probably the best album I’ve produced in a minute, and I worked on SZA’s album.”

“That good?” Vinnie asked with a smirk, leaning against the studio door. “That’s sick. I’m ready to listen to it.”

As that sentence left Vinnie’s mouth, you felt your anxiety overcome you. “Are you sure, Sarah? There has to be some sort of adlib I need to rework or something. Can’t be ready so soon.”

“Y/n, it can’t get any better than this. This is a solid project. I should know, I spent days listening to it over and over again. Trust me, it’s ready.”

“Besides, it’s too late to rerecord now.” Jen added. “The label meeting is next Thursday, and we don’t have a week for Sarah to mix and master all over again. Once the label gives us the greenlight, if there’s anything to tweak, you can do it before you have to submit the final project. But until then, no changes and no additions.”

You sighed, nodded your head. It’s not that you were afraid of it not being perfect. You were more scared of what Vinnie would think. I mean, he’s the one who inspired the album; more than half of the songs are about him. His opinion meant everything to you, and if he didn’t like an inch of it…that would destroy you.

As you were sulking and picking at your chipped nail polish, Vinnie wandered over to you where you sat at the soundboard with Sarah. He leaned against it and smiled down at you. “What’s the matter, baby?”

“Nothing.” You sighed, keeping your head down. He scoffed and chuckled. “Y/n, you’re playing with your nail polish. You always do that when you’re upset.”

He pulled you up and took you out of your seat before sitting down himself and placing you on his lap. “Tell Santa what’s up.” He joked, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I’m just nervous. This album means so much to me.”

“Completely understandable. It’s your first one, it should mean a lot to you.”

You shook your head. “It’s not just because of that. It’s also because it’s about you. The only reason you haven’t came with me to the studio until now is because I didn’t want you to hate anything on this, and it would kill me if you did.”

“Y/n, look at me”—you finally met his eyes for the first time—“I could never not like anything you do. Especially if it’s dedicated to me. That’s like throwing away a gift you gave me. I wouldn’t ever do that. So don’t think for a minute that I’d hate this. That’s literally impossible.”

You smiled, planting a kiss on his forehead. “You’re too good for me.”

“I know.” He laughed and turned to Sarah. “Play us the album!” He said dramatically, sending the producer into a fit of giggles.

She followed his orders and with a few clicks and the press of a button, the first song from your album rang out from the studio speakers. You watched timidly as Vinnie bobbed his head up and down as it went from track to track.

“This shit slaps!” He exclaimed as “Y/n Bossa Nova” played. He nearly about died during “Oxytocin”, claiming it to be god tier. Minutes went by until you got to the final track “Halley’s Comet”, and you were scared to play him this song.

While the other tracks were quite playful in nature, this one was different. The song was a bit cynical, but it was also like a love letter to Vinnie. Never before have you ever felt what you had with him. And at first that made you scared. But as the months went by and your relationship started to blossom, you realized he was the one for you. This was just your way of telling him that.

When it started, you looked everywhere but at Vinnie. It wasn’t just because you couldn’t bear to see the expression on his face, but also because this song was quite emotional. You didn’t want him to see you “being a little bitch” as you put it.

The sound of your soft vocals bounced off the walls and you felt Vinnie place his chin on your shoulder. His hold on you grew tighter as he swayed you two back forth. A small smile crept it’s way onto your face as you tried your best to stray away from crying.

“I’ve been loved before, but right now in this moment,” you sung, “I feel more and more like I was made for you…”

When those lyrics hit, you felt Vinnie stop swaying. Hell, you were pretty sure he had stopped breathing too. You didn’t know what to think about that; did he not like the song, is he shocked? What was he thinking and feeling? Shortly after, the song came to an end with you singing, “I think I might have fallen in love…what am I to do?”

And with that, the album finished. The room was silent, the only sound being your sniffles. Although that was broken when Sarah screamed. “Wasn’t that amazing!? Ugh, my power…I really outdid myself on this one.”

Thankfully, Jen understood the impact of that last song. “Sarah, why don’t we go get a Snickers or something from the vending machine?”

“I can’t eat anything fatty, Jen. You know this.”

Jen mouthed some profanities and threats at the woman causing her to shoot up from her chair and run out into the hallway. “We’ll leave you two alone for a minute.” Jen smiled, leaving the room and shutting the door behind her.

Neither of you or Vinnie spoke and that somewhat was comforting. However, part of it made you feel insecure about the album, “Halley’s Comet” in specific. Out of all the songs, that’s the one you wanted him to like the most.

The silence soon grew uncomfortable, so you decided to be the first to speak. “Well, that was the album. What’d you think?”

He opened his mouth, but it was obviously he couldn’t find the right words to say. “I-I don’t know how to even put it in words.”

“That bad?” You sighed.

“No, never.” He laughed. “It was beautiful, all of it really. And that last song, that was amazing.”

You pursed your lips, hiding the grin wanting to break free. “You think so?”

“Yeah, it was definitely one of my favorites. To know I had that much of an impact on you, it’s really sweet. I didn’t think I could simp for you any harder than I do now.”

“Shut up!” you laughed, slapping his shoulder.

“It’s the truth!” he said, throwing his hands up in defense. “I love you, Y/n. I really do.”

“I love you too.” And with that, he laid a sweet and gentle kiss on your lips.

Pulling back, he said, “Oh and just so you know, I agree with you.”

“On what?”

“You were definitely made for me.”

[badassbuchanan]

Take A Break

Plot: all work and no play makes Y/N a whiny little brat

Warnings: smut; teasing, dirty talk, dom!sub, choking, shaming, unprotected sex, rough.

a/n: I'm not happy about the ending, but I couldn’t think of a better one

also, thank you to everyone who has followed me over the last couple of days - I hope you enjoy this! REQUESTS ARE OPEN

“Buck.” I called out across the empty level of the compound, absentmindedly tiptoeing across the floor.

Bucky had been busier than usual recently with Steve’s decision to give the former Hydra assassin an increasing load of responsibility. “If something happens to me, Buck, I need you to take over. There’s no one I trust more.” Is what Steve had told Bucky on multiple occasions.

Bucky was taking his new position very seriously, which recently meant spending most of his time in his study. It was a no go zone for me. Somewhere Bucky liked to be alone, to focus on his work.

But this evening was the last straw, he’d been in there hours and I wanted nothing more than to be with him. To have his attention. All of it.

The door was already open when I got there, Bucky’s large frame shadowed the desk where his palms firmly pressed into the surface.

“There you are.” I smiled excitedly, swiftly walking over to where he stood. My, well actually Bucky’s, t-shirt I wore tickled the top of my thighs, barely covering my panties.

“Hey.” He huffed with a frown, standing straight to press his hands into his hips. His eyes stayed focused on the computer screen as I skipped over to him.

As soon as I reached him, I hugged both of my arms around his flesh one, looking up at him sweetly. “Hi.” I whispered with admiration, taking in his gorgeous profile.

He sighed, his metal hand running through his hair. “This team planning is endless.” He tutted, scrolling down the computer screen.

“Then take a break.” I replied matter-of-factly with a shrug. I was trying not to sound too eager, even if I was literally hanging off of his arm.

Bucky scoffed with a roll of his dreamy eyes, collapsing back into the big desk chair, pulling me with him.

I landed on his lap, adjusting myself to sit sideways, my legs splayed out across his as I giggled.

“You think Old Man Rogers believes in breaks?” He raised his eyebrows, an amused look on his face as he shook his head, his hand finding its way under my shirt to rub the bottom of my back. His face was so close to mine I could feel my body heat up at his presence.

“But I haven’t seen you in forever, Buck.” I whined softly, resting my face in the crook of his neck. I breathed in his intoxicating scent, his soft skin pressing against mine.

My hand pushed under the loose t-shirt he wore, immediately coming into contact with his rock hard abs. I felt myself get wetter at the feeling, becoming needier by the second.

“What are you talking about? You see me everyday.” Bucky dismissed my comment, his gaze falling back on the screen in front of him as he went back to his work.

“But sometimes I need more than to see you.” I mumbled shyly into his neck, my fingers tracing delicate patterns on his stomach.

“Oh.” He faked a shock of realisation, raising his eyebrows with a light chuckle. His metal hand stopped scrolling on the computer and wrapped itself around my waist, adjusting my body to force me to straddle him. “Why don’t you tell me what this is really about, or sit quietly so I can get on with my work, Princess.”

I huffed quietly, trying not to upset him further as I relaxed against his chest. My body rose and fell with every one of his breaths. The soft touches on my back were nice, but it wasn’t enough.

At a desperate attempt for more intimacy, I began shuffling on his lap, immediately flustered as I realised his thick cock was sitting perfectly between my thighs.

I let my lips leave soft kisses on his jaw as I began slowly grinding myself on his lap. Bucky didn’t seem too phased by my actions, the only indication that he could feel my movement was the hardening of his member.

I smiled proudly, continuing to kiss his neck as I rubbed my pussy against his thick length. Bucky continued his work, the wet spot on my panties increasing rapidly.

My nipples hardened beneath the thin t-shirt, rubbing against his chest with every rock of my hips. My movements were no longer subtle, I was shamelessly grinding on his fat cock like a little slut.

His cock nudged through my folds as nicely as it could considering the confined material we still wore. I felt his length twitch against me, letting my imagination wander to his big red tip fucking its way into my tight hole.

It was only when my cheeks were flustered with a tint of pink and my underwear stuck to my soft pussy lips from my leaking juices that I stopped rocking onto him, the sensation of his tip nudging my throbbing clit no longer enough to satisfy.

“Bucky.” I whined softly, wrapping my arms tighter around his neck, my head falling against his chest.

“I’m busy.” He reminded me sweetly, his thumb dropping to rub gentle circles on my exposed thigh from where the t-shirt had ridden up.

“But I want you.” I pouted against his skin, kissing a line up his neck gently. He’d finally got me desperate enough, fucked out enough, to say it.

“I said I’m busy.” His voice grew stern, his whole body stiffening beneath me as his patience wore thin.

He wasn’t doing this because he didn’t want to fuck. Oh no, I could feel his hard on pressed firmly against my sensitive cunt. He wanted this just as much as I did. Bucky was doing this because he loves to see me beg. He loves to see me so desperate for him that I’ll do anything to get his attention.

“Please.” I breathed out shakily, my poor pussy dripping with need. I rolled my hips down onto his again, his hard cock pressed against my core with such force it caused me to moan. “You want it just as bad as I do. I can feel how hard you are.”

“Because you’re grinding on my cock like a desperate puppy.” He snapped back with slight annoyance from my tenacity as he gave me as little attention as possible.

I let out a whine as my head fell into his neck again, my lips leaving soft pecks against his delicate skin. “Please Buck.” I whimpered softly, my skin grazing his sweet spot as my body became weak with frustration.

“Whining isn’t going to make me any quicker, doll.” He tormented me with his words, his dominance only making me want him more. I wanted him to show me who was boss. To pin me down and fuck the attitude out of me.

“I need you.” I cried desperately, my palm rubbing along the bottom of his tummy as I rocked my hips again for any type of friction. “My pussy hurts so bad, Buck.”

“I know Sweetie, but you’re being impatient.” His words were understanding, yet so patronising at the same time. My juices had flooded my panties, dry humping his crotch no longer satisfying the ache. I needed to feel his big cock deep inside of me.

His hands held me still on his lap, causing me to bite down on his jaw in annoyance. “No.” I pouted childishly, unhappy with his actions - or lack there of.

“Hey, stop.” Bucky’s voice dropped an octave, the room falling silent as he grew serious. “Look at me.”

“Buck.” I whined his name with a pout, shy to lean back and look at him as my eyes fell to his lap.

His gaze trailed up and down my body, his metal hand lifting to my cheek to make me look at him.

“You need my cock that bad, baby?” He asked sweetly, his ego growing almost as big as his cock.

Even the thought of getting his thick, hard cock in me made my pussy tingle. I nodded softly, my hand tugging his shirt up enough to expose his abs.

Bucky watched closely, leaning back in the chair as I traced the pads of my fingers over his stomach admiringly, my breath shaky with anticipation.

“How ‘bout a kiss?” He asked softly, my eyes lighting up at the mere thought of such attention. Before Bucky could change his mind, I leaned up and pressed my lips against his.

I immediately whimpered, repeating the action. Bucky smiled against me, letting me peck his lips over and over without kissing me back.

“More.” I mumbled between kisses, my palm still flat against his exposed, warm tummy. I reached up to hold his shoulder with my free hand, balancing on top of him for a better angle.

He finally moved his lips against mine, his hands firmly on my hips as I relaxed into the kiss. Bucky’s cock was straining against the material of his pants, although he seemed unphased by his throbbing member.

I moaned loudly when his tongue flicked against my lip, parting them to allow him access.

But much to my disappointment, Bucky took his lips away from mine, tutting as he did so. “Such a greedy girl for me.” He growled through gritted teeth, cupping my face with his prosthetic palm as his thumb pressed against my lips.

I whimpered with a slight desperation, willing to do anything to get his cock. My mouth opened for Bucky who immediately took the hint, pushing his metal thumb into my mouth.

I hummed around the cold metal, my saliva soaking the digit as I made eye contact with him. Bucky’s pupils were blown out, his eyebrows formed a frown as he pressed his lips together tightly, using all of his willpower not to give in to my begging.

He watched as I swirled my tongue around his thumb, closing my eyes as I took him deeper. I let my hand slide down from his tummy to the waistband of his pants, trying not to smile deviously as I snuck beneath the material, my fingers tracing over his heavy cock.

Bucky reacted just as quickly, his thumb covered in my saliva left my mouth to rip my hand away from his member. “I said a kiss Doll, nothing more.” He growled animalistically, his metal hand squeezing my wrist so tight I thought it was going to break.

“Bucky, no.” I cried weakly, my head throwing back in defeat. I couldn’t take much more of his teasing, especially after feeling his throbbing member in my touch. I needed him inside me.

My chest rose and fell rapidly, on the brink of crying out of frustration. But Bucky wasn’t cracking, pulling my chest against his as he made me snuggle up against him.

I sighed softly as my eyes closed, the tapping of the computer keys let me know that he had well and truly gone back to his work. He used his metal arm to contain me now, knowing his flesh hand wasn’t going to cut it today, I was in a defiant mood.

“Doll if you’re that desperate why don’t you go get yourself off, hm?” He asked after a while of silence. I rolled my eyes, shuffling slightly to let my head rest against his shoulder comfortably.

“It’s not enough,” I huffed sassily, a pout clear on my face. “Your cock’s so big and hard.”

“Fine, you little brat.” He sighed in defeat, standing up with me still clinging to his body. He stepped forward, letting my ass rest on the desk as he angrily shoved a pile of paperwork onto the floor to give us more room. “You better be able to take all of me.”

I nodded eagerly in response, my legs widening for him instinctively as I leaned back on my palms. I watched Bucky’s eyes travel over my body, his flesh hand running over the bare skin of my thigh.

“You’ve made quite the mess of those pretty little panties, baby.” Bucky licked his lips with a smirk, his hand pushing the T-shirt up my body to completely expose my lower half to him. His fingers rubbed over the wet patch of my panties, the outline of my pussy lips evident.

“I told you I needed you.” I pouted in response, bucking my hips up at the feeling of his fingers on my core. He hooked the material of my panties with his finger, taking his time to slowly pull them down my legs.

I kicked them off the rest of the way once they’d gotten to my knees, my bare pussy glistening in the low glow of the office lights.

“Your juicy little pussy is just begging to be fucked, Princess.” Bucky grunted, his fingers pushing into my folds teasingly as my thighs tensed, heels of my feet digging into the desk.

His hands moved to slide up and down my thighs, his head coming down toward my centre. “I could just eat you up.” He mumbled just before his lips came into contact with my pussy.

I gasped loudly, my upper body falling back against the desk as his tongue licked a strip up my lower lips. “Bucky no,” I let out a defeated whine as my back arched off of the desk, my hand tugging his hair. “I want your cock not your tongue.”

Bucky growled deeply, his metal hand quickly moving to hold my throat down, keeping me against the desk as he hovered above me. “So fucking ungrateful today, baby.” He mumbled, his fingers squeezing harder around my throat.

My body began tingling at the pleasure coursing through my veins, his dominance and the attention I was getting gave me an enormous high.

I suddenly felt Bucky’s tip against my tight hole, my juices already drenching his cock. I gasped loudly at the feeling of finally getting what I wanted, Bucky’s breath hot in my ear as he tried to control himself.

“Such a selfish little brat.” He grunted, stretching my hole as he pushed his length inside me. I moaned at the familiar dull ache of my pussy trying to accommodate his size.

My hands dug into the muscles of his back, trying to distract myself from the pain. Bucky’s cock felt so good, it was just that getting my pussy to take him comfortably took some time.

“Don’t even care that I’ve got work to do,” Bucky turned his head toward me, kissing my lips softly as he shoved his whole length in me. “Just want to get your own way.”

Bucky started thrusting in and out of me, my body having no choice but to take his size. His metal hand stayed around my throat, his flesh one pulling my ass to the edge of the desk, impaling me on his cock.

“Oh, Bucky.” I whimpered, closing my eyes in pure extacy. My hand moved to grab his flesh bicep, trying desperately to steady myself as he made my body jolt with every thrust.

He smiled in amusement, his metal thumb rubbing my neck soothingly as he fucked me. Sounds of our bodies slapping together filled the room along with my little whimpers.

“This what you wanted baby?” He chuckled proudly before biting his lower lip. Bucky lowered his upper body, almost pressing against mine as his hot breath tickled my cheek. “Tell me.”

“Y-“ I panted out breathlessly, my thighs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. He was fucking into my cervix from this new angle, the pleasure too much for me to handle.

Bucky kept up his pace, little grunts leaving his lips as he dug his metal fingers into my throat. I could hear the whirring of his arm, his body moving with every thrust.

“I said tell me.” He moaned as my pussy clenched around him, my walls hugging his cock. His balls slapped against my ass, soaked in my wetness that was dripping onto the table.

I could hardly breathe from all the pleasure, Bucky’s chest pressing on mine didn’t make it any easier. My tits bounced beneath my shirt, rubbing against his chest. I tried to answer him, but my head was spinning so much I couldn’t think straight.

”Oh,” Bucky chuckled against my lips, his gorgeous eyes gazing down at me as I looked up at him. “Look at you baby.” He grunted, angling his hips to fuck me into the desk. “So fucked out you can’t even speak.”

“Buck.” I tugged on his hair, pulling his face down onto mine. I kissed him softly, Bucky’s hips stuttering as I sucked on his bottom lip.

“What’s wrong baby?” He asked in a patronising voice, licking over my top lip before I bit down on his. “Did I fuck you silly, hm?”

I felt my pussy begin to pulsate as I looked up at him, his handsome face edging me to my climax. His pupils were blown out, his lips swollen and glossy.

Bucky knew I was close, slowing down his pace as he fucked deep into me. “Look at my dumb little Princess.” He teased, his flesh hand moving off of my hip to grab my thigh.

He cupped the underside of me knee, lifting my leg as high as it would go to rub his cock a different way. “So desperate to cum you can’t even form a sentence huh?”

My eyes closed again as a familiar pressure started to build in my lower tummy, signalling I was about to orgasm. I moaned out Bucky’s name, begging him to go faster.

“Is my stupid baby gunna take my cum like a good girl?” Bucky asked as his hand moved more toward my jaw than my throat, cupping my cheek to make me look at him.

I nodded innoncently, turning my head to the side and opening my mouth to suck on his metal thumb again. The taste of his bionic digit was something that never failed to turn me on.

I cried out in pleasure as a tingling sensation took over my pussy, the throbbing of my clit made me clench around his length. I sucked harder on his thumb as Bucky pushed his digit further into my mouth, saliva dripping down my cheek. “C’mon baby, cum on my cock.”

I gripped his metal forearm, unable to stop my hips from bucking up to meet his thrusts. The rough stubble on his lower belly rubbed against my clit, sending me over the edge.

“Fuck.” I moaned loudly as my back arched from the desk, both of Bucky’s hands moving down to my hips as he stood back up straight.

I desperately tried to cling to something as I rode out my high, my hands gripping at the edge of the desk behind my need. “That’s it, good girl.” He encouraged me in a grunt, his jaw clenching as he chased his own high.

My pussy pulsated around his cock erratically, causing his member to twitch inside of me. I came down from my high, my sensitive body jolting with his continuous hard thrusts.

I looked down at where our bodies connected, his thick cock disappearing inside of me. A sudden surge of adrenaline had me sitting up to get a better look, my arm wrapping around his neck as our chests pressed together.

Bucky’s eyes were screwed shut, his lips pressed together as he fucked himself into me hard. “I love the way you fuck me, Buck.” I whimpered softly as I pulled his head down, our lips colliding in a slow kiss.

“Yeah?” He asked sarcastically with a raise of his eyebrows, suddenly pulling his cock completely out of me.

Before I could protest, Bucky pulled me from the desk, making me stand in front of him. He spun me around, my back pressed against his chest. I could feel his hot cock against my ass.

“I’m gunna cum deep in this desperate little pussy.” He moaned into my ear, his stubble scratching my neck as his flesh hand rubbed over my ass.

“That’s what my greedy little cockslut wants, isn’t it baby?” Bucky continued, his metal hand lining his cock back up with my dripping core. “To have my cum deep inside of her.”

His flesh hand moved up to my shoulder, shoving me face down against the desk. He pushed his cock back inside of me, making me cry out a “yes” in response.

My overstimulated clit bashed against the desk with every thrust of his hips, his movements getting more erratic as he reached his high. I clenched around him consistently, desperate to get him to his orgasm.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Bucky clung to my hips, smashing against me as his head dropped back, his jaw going slack as he felt his climax take over.

He let out a heavy breath, his hips shakily pressing against mine as his hot spurts of cum filled me up. I let out a satisfied hum as Bucky recovered from his high, pulling out once he’d gotten his breath back.

I stood up straight just before Bucky pulled me back into his arms, hugging my waist as he left a soft kiss on my forehead.

“Do you still have work to do?” I asked softly, still in a stage of euphoria that was clouding some of my senses. I leaned my head against Bucky’s chest, my hand on his metal arm.

Bucky snickered softly at my question. “I think you know the answer to that.” His voice was raspier than usual, his hair tossed and out of place. My heart sunk at the thought of him having to keep working. “But how about you come and keep my cock warm until I'm finished?”

[headingalaxys-spicy]

Bonjour, mon cher!~

May I request a Yandere! America and a Yandere! England finding out that they both love their darling and they both make a compromise and they share the darling in a house in the suburbs, please? Thank you!

- 🎻

America was preparing to meet y/n in the park on Saturday. He was doubling over in joy and anticipation. He was going to finally allow himself to be vulnerable. ‘I’m going to do it. I’m going to tell y/n how I feel about her!’ He was going to do his ‘ultimate proposal of love’. It was going to a grand and cheesy Hallmark movie type of deal.

England on the other hand wanted to have you all to himself in a peaceful affair. He wanted to take you out to a nice dinner and look out under the stars and pour his heart out to you and tel you how he really feels. ‘Even if it doesn’t work …. It’ll make her love me. Magic in my family wasn’t only made for simplistic party tricks.’ He tries to steady his fluttering heart. It was heard when all he could imagine was having you in his arms in that instant.

When Saturday arrived tensions arises and both nations wanted to lay claim to y/n . The sweetest woman they knew.

She had arrived to the park just in time to meet Alfred who’s smile extended from ear to ear. He was spellbound by y/n. Alfred took in your lovely visage in awe. He felt his heart soar high like a superhero. He couldn’t help but imagine how awesome life would be when he could have you as his own Mrs. Jones. Your smile that made his heart overflow with love and passion.

“Hey Alfred!” You coo sweetly at him.

“Hey babe!” You run into his strong arms and feel his bomber jackets worn leather rubs against your cheeks as you embraced. He felt warmth and he enjoyed the feeling of you being smothered between his biceps.

“How are you?”

“I’m … feeling amazing now that you’re here with me y/n. I have to ask will you go”

He was unable to complete his last sentence a force was preventing him from doing so. England. He would hate the words that were about to be uttered from the Americans mouth.

“I think it’s time you loot someone else’s lover.” Englands magic had a hold on Americas voicalcords and he was unable to speak temporarily. He was livid about seeing the woman he loved so close to America and his embrace.

Rage. Rage. Fucking rage was fuming within the air particles causing small sparks of fire to fill the air. The oxygen mixing with the sparks making the passionate anger palpable.

“Funny to assume Someone as stubborn and a jerk like you could ever find it in your heart to love!” America spits at England trying to make him feel guilty about the stuff he participated in during his pirate days . He was far beyond pissed at the Brit’s dumb quips at him. He just wanted to be happy dammit!

“You’re nothing but a petulant child! You could never understand how I feel! My feelings are more important than yours anyways.” He pulls out his wand ready to launch a full scale attack on America. But before a full scale fiasco could begin y/n stepped in.

“Wait! The two of you have got to stop before the two of you destroy everything! Let’s talk this out.” You say you try to ease the flammable tension that was in the air. After your words carried over to their eardrums an intense silence hung in the air like a freshly dampened laundry.

The moment felt like an entire millennia went by before they decided to talk things over, in a ‘deal’ of sorts. After a deliberation that lasted until the wee hours of the morning.

“It’s settled then. We’ll live together….. but I don’t like it entirely…..” England scoffs but still glad that he can have y/n at his side most of the time.

“Yay! I still get to keep my babe with me!” He embraces you with a gentle forehead kiss, glad he can enjoy his love.

“You forget America I get to have her to myself for the next 48 hours. Now if you don’t mind you tosser I want you to leave. America does his best to smile and turn the other cheek. He doesn’t want to upset y/b any further since she just endured a prolonged deliberations. All within a park over pizza and copious amounts of alcohol.

America takes y/n’s chin and gives her a quick peck on the lips before England shoved him off you.

“Get lost wanker!” America scurried off with a massive grin on his face knowing he’d see you soon anyways.

Living with the two of them is fun and extremely chaotic.

🇺🇸America will intentionally piss off England by replacing his tea with coffee. He’s also dumped his tea collection in the nearest river.

🇬🇧 England will give America Jump-scares to pay him back in kind with giant ancient Fae’s that he’s known for hundreds of years.

❤️The two of them will squabble for your attention but more so when you’re not around to witness it.

❤️They both enjoy cooking and baking with you. It’s one of the only times they’re not at each other es throats.

❤️They tend to have designated weeks for when they take you out on dates and have “fun time” with you in the bedroom.

❤️They both do their best to hold back their controlling tendencies and allow you to have friends and a social life. However you do have a curfew. Break it and not give them a text or call heads-up. They’ll burn the entire city down until they find you. When they do they’ll be LIVID.

❤️They’ll both love you and aim for a mutual marriage where your last name will be Kirkland-Jones.

[floralseokjin]

⤑ made-up love song viii.

Your first encounter with Kim Seokjin doesn’t go so well, nor your second, or your third… and maybe that’s because it shouldn’t work on paper. You’re an elementary school teacher, never left the country despite hitting the third decade of your life not so long ago, and you’re unable to remember the last time you dated. He’s the dad of one of your students, nearly a decade older than you and divorced. Oh yes, and just another minor detail – he’s a multimillionaire. 

Your lives are lightyears apart, yet somehow, your paths having now crossed, things just seem to fall into place…

pairing; kim seokjin x reader   au/genre/warnings; strangers to lovers, romance, single dad! seokjin, ceo! seokjin, elementary school teacher! oc, age gap (oc is 30, seokjin is 37), seokjin is a dilf, angst, just straight up angst and drama, arguments, both seokjin and nana are frustrated, both have reasons to feel hurt, both make mistakes  words; 5,122

↪︎ chapter index

chapters; i • ii • iii  • iv • v • vi • vii • viii • ix • x • epilogue (+ drabbles)

You looked at Nana, chest a little tight, something heavy in your stomach. When your eyes locked the corners of her mouth curled upwards. “The stepmom!” She sneered. 

Your face fell, confused at first, as you attempted to make sense of her words, of her anger. You didn’t understand what was going on, but unable to stop yourself, irritation began creeping its way up your body, heat prickling your face. Confrontation made you uncomfortable, but under appropriate triggers, you often saw red. You opened your mouth, ready to say something – you didn’t quite know what – but then your gaze fell to Arin. Still clutching her mom’s hand. Her eyes were on you now, still wide and brimming with tears. She looked frightened. You came to your senses. 

There was no good getting angry. Especially in front of a child. By your side, Seokjin straightened his back, letting go of your hand to step in front of you slightly. You appreciated the thought, but you didn’t really need protecting. You could look after yourself.  

“Stop embarrassing yourself, Nana.” 

Caught off guard for the second time in under five minutes, the tone of Seokjin’s voice threw you for a loop. The venom you heard unnerved you, a sick feeling twisting your gut. You’d heard him stressed, you’d heard him tense, you’d even heard him stern a few times on the phone, but you’d never heard his voice filled with such bite like this. 

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Nana spat back, her long hair flipping around as she raised her hand to point at him. “Not when you’ve been playing house with your daughter’s teacher, letting my daughter call her stepmom.” 

Seokjin chuckled, the sound humourless. He shook his head, practically laughing in her face. “I don’t know where you’ve heard that from because it’s not true.” The look on Nana’s face told you she didn’t believe a word he said.  

Seokjin bent down, attention on Arin. He held his hand out, wanting her to take it. “Arin, come here,” he asked, voice gentle, nothing like how he’d spoken to her mother. She let go of Nana’s hand and slowly made her way over. He immediately wrapped his arms around her middle. “Tell daddy where you got that word from.” She still looked afraid, hesitating as she opened her mouth. “Don’t worry, I’m not mad at you,” he reassured, stroking her hair. 

“Mommy is.” Arin’s voice shook, one lone tear falling down her cheek. It broke your heart. 

“Mommy isn’t mad at you.” Seokjin’s voice was a murmur, but as he looked up at his ex-wife he had to try his best to sound composed. “Right?” 

Nana stared at him for a moment, her dark eyes piercing through him almost, but he didn’t flinch. Her gaze fell to the back of her daughter’s head, immediately softening, the regret obvious on her face. “No, darling, mommy isn’t mad at you. I’d never be mad at you.” 

Her words comforted Arin, and she looked up at her father, small voice still trembling with emotion as she explained. “Suzie told me that’s what Y/N is because she’s your girlfriend. She has one too.”

Seokjin exhaled slowly. “So, you heard it from your friend?” Arin nodded, and he quickly embraced her, rubbing her back as he soothed her. “That’s okay. No need to be upset.” You heard her sniff into his shoulder, but Seokjin’s attention was already on Nana again. 

“Happy now?” He shot, not giving her any time to reply. “Now get out of my house.” 

“Excuse me?” Her nostrils flared. 

“You heard me. Get the hell out of my house!” 

“Seokjin,” you breathed, reaching for his shoulder. He needed to remember everything he was saying was being heard by his daughter. He might be mad right now but he needed to think of Arin. 

As if Nana realised too, she took control. “Arin, go upstairs to your room and let me talk with your father.” 

Seokjin’s eyes flashed in anger. “Don’t tell her what to do in my home.” Nana scoffed, but Seokjin’s attention was back on Arin. He cupped her face in his hands.

“Sweetie, why don’t you go and play upstairs for a little while, okay? Daddy will come and check on you soon.” She nodded slowly, her tears dried. At least that was a positive. He kissed her cheek and stood up, encouraging her to make her way out of the room and upstairs with a nod. As she passed by you, you gave her a small smile. She returned it. You thought someone should at least accompany her to her room, but you thought best not to suggest it. It wasn’t your place. 

There was silence, a few moments as they waited for Arin to be safely out of earshot. Your heart drummed against your ribcage, still feeling nauseous. This wasn’t over just yet. Nana had no intentions of leaving. 

“Hypocrite,” she scoffed under her breath. 

“What did you say?” Glancing over at Seokjin, you saw his jaw was clenched, his gaze hard, unwavering as he stared at her. 

“I called you a hypocrite.” She sounded unbothered, eyes finding yours. “You don’t know him at all, sadly. You’ll soon find out how miserable he is. How frustrating it is when he always has to right. Mr. Perfect, aren’t you, Jin?” She was trying to rile him up, get a reaction. “Could never do anything wrong.” 

The way she called him Jin made you feel funny. It was so…personal. It had never crossed your mind to use the shortened version of his name. It had always been Seokjin for you. 

“Nice try,” he gave a hollow laugh. “Say what you want, we don’t care.” 

That much was true. Nana’s words wouldn’t make you doubt anything. Your relationship with Seokjin was solid. His relationship with Nana was nothing similar. 

“So when were you planning on telling me?”

Just like that you felt your heart drop, turning to look at Seokjin on instinct. You must have understood wrong. Nana knew about you, right? He’d told her about you, surely? 

“Did you just think you could pretend I didn’t exist?” Seokjin stayed silent, only infuriating Nana even more. “Answer me! How long has it been going on for?” 

“It’s none of your business!” He exploded causing you to jump. You had never once heard him raise his voice. His face was red, his blood pressure soaring. 

“None of my business?!” She cried, laughing in disbelief. His shouting did nothing to deter her. They were used to arguing, you guessed. “It is when my daughter is concerned.” 

It was Seokjin’s turn to scoff. “Oh, so now you care? You’re a joke.” 

Nana’s expression faltered. It took a moment for her to compose herself. “What is that supposed to mean?” Her tone was icy. 

Seokjin didn’t give her an answer. “I don’t owe you anything, Nana. You’re nothing to me anymore.” 

“I’m the mother of your daughter!” She was enraged, her eyes wide as she glowered. “You shouldn’t have kept this from me. I had no clue, Jin!” His indifference infuriated her even more. “Not one! Did you tell Arin to keep quiet?”

That had him biting, face scrunching up at her ludicrous claim. “Of course I didn’t.” 

“Then why,” she demanded, “why was I so oblivious?!” 

“Do I come up in conversation much? Maybe there’s your answer.” Seokjin shrugged. “When was the last time we were in the same room together?”

“Don’t! No, Jin, don’t use that as an excuse.” Nana’s voice wavered, words dotted with an emotion you hadn’t heard yet. 

You felt a pang of guilt. You’d been so oblivious too. Hadn’t realised she had no clue of your existence. You understood her frustrations. It was difficult not to. Seokjin was adamant though. Ruled by his emotions. He couldn’t see his fault. 

“You let our daughter stay with a stranger last weekend!”

But that hurt. 

You weren’t a stranger. You had known Arin for months. You adored that little girl and she liked having you around. You weren’t just anyone. Desperately, you tried to keep it together. Logically yes, you were a stranger to Nana. She had a right to be mad. You knew that. 

Although Seokjin didn’t see it that way, defending you angrily. “Y/N is not a stranger!” 

“To me she is!” Nana shouted. “I didn’t have a clue. What if something had happened to Arin?”

You wanted to say something. To tell her you understood her reservations. Maybe you even wanted to stick up for yourself, but you couldn’t find the words. Guilt was eating you up. 

“Just shut your mouth,” Seokjin hissed. His defensiveness made you nervous. “You don’t care. If you did you would have dropped everything and said yes when I called you.” 

“I was working.” Nana ran a hand through her hair, face patched red. “You think I didn’t want to say yes? I thought you’d just cancel or ask your parents to help out.” Then her eyes fell on you, that familiar sneer on her face. “Instead, you asked her.” 

Taken aback, you opened your mouth, words rushing out. “I’m really sorry you had to find out about our relationship this way, I… I thought–”

“I don’t want to hear it, stepmom.” 

Your cheeks flushed, anger bubbling at her dismissal. She wasn’t even going to hear what you had to say? “I’ve never referred to myself as Arin’s stepmother.” 

She raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow. “And what if I don’t believe you?” 

Before you could defend yourself Seokjin flew in, in front of you once more. You felt fresh anger, but everything was moving so fast you didn’t know how to place it. “Don’t speak to her like that. God, you’re such a condescending bitch.” 

“And you’re a smug, arrogant bastard.” She shot right back immediately. 

Seokjin scoffed. “Don’t try to deflect. You’ve just heard Arin say she learned that word from a friend. Do you think I’d force my own daughter to lie?” 

Nana stared at him, her breathing laboured with anger. Her eyes flicked to you and then back at Seokjin quickly, a devious smirk spreading across her face. “She’s younger, Seokjin. Having a midlife crisis?” 

Seokjin exhaled slowly, his voice calm as he replied, lips twitching up in amusement. “Your goading won’t work.” 

Although she still tried. “What would Arin’s school think? Knowing you’re fucking your daughter’s teacher.” 

You didn’t take kindly to threats, no matter the situation. Straightening your back you spoke clearly, voice raised a little. “I’m not her teacher anymore and the school already knows.”  

“There’s nothing you can do, Nana,” Seokjin sighed softly, taking your hand. It didn’t feel as comforting as it usually did. “So just let me be happy. It’s the least you can do.” 

That did it. Nana saw red instantly. “Oh, quit playing the victim!” She exclaimed, laughing at his seeming absurdity. You prayed Arin couldn’t hear all the commotion. The house was large enough, the walls thick enough, but who really knew. “Am I not allowed to be mad? You’ve kept this relationship,” she mocked, eyeing your laced fingers, “a secret this entire time. You’ve been playing happy families with my daughter.” There was a beat of silence. “I’m Arin’s mother.” 

“Yes, but that’s all you are.” 

A noise fell from Nana’s mouth. “I know, I know, you hate me. You’ve made that abundantly clear over the years.” 

“I don’t hate you, Nana.” With a sigh, Seokjin let go of your hand, rubbing his temples. “That would imply I still care. I don’t. I stopped caring a long time ago.” 

Nana rolled her eyes. “This again.” You on the other hand were lost. 

Seokjin’s eyes locked on hers, gaze steady, just like his words that seemed to knock you for six. “I stopped caring the moment I found you in bed with another man.”

You probably couldn’t hide the shock from your face, mind reeling, but they didn’t seem to notice. You were barely concentrating on what they were saying anymore. 

“Shut up.” Nana shot, provoking him further. “You never cared, Jin. Never. I did you a favour when I fucked Jaehyun. It gave you the perfect excuse to leave because you were too much of a coward to do it otherwise.” 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night” Seokjin scoffed quietly, but you could tell by his face he was visibly irritated. Maybe. He felt like a stranger right now. “Believe what you want.” 

“I will because it’s a fact.” 

Seokjin’s chest heaved with anger, breathing heavily as he failed to keep calm. “I didn’t leave sooner because I wanted Arin to be happy!” His voice broke with emotion. “I wanted to stay together for Arin’s sake.” 

“And look how bitter that made you.” Nana laughed, her eyes quickly finding yours again, remembering you existed. “Are you taking notes?” She folded her arms across her chest. “This is what will happen. He’ll promise you the world and then a few years later hate your guts.” 

You looked at the floor, unable to rebuff her claims even if you wanted to. Your thoughts slipped to last night, out on the deck… The way Seokjin had held you, gazed at you, the words he’d said... I want to give you the world. It was silly to let Nana’s words sting, but they did, nevertheless. Last night felt like a lifetime ago.

You felt a strong arm embrace you, wrapping around your shoulders as Seokjin held you to him. It did little to comfort you. Your head was whirring, thoughts swarming you. “Y/N is nothing like you, so don’t.” He warned, glaring across at Nana. “Don’t you dare try to compare our relationship to the one I had with you.” 

Nana laughed loudly, her face contorting as she yelled. “What am I like then, Jin? Go on! Tell me! I’m so fucking curious!” 

“You’re a cold, heartless cow who can’t even be bothered to be a mother to her own daughter!” His words flew out as if they’d been impatiently waiting for the opportunity. 

“Seokjin!” You exclaimed in shock, spinning your head to look at him. He was letting his emotions rule his head, so much so, he didn’t even bat an eyelid at your voice, continuing his tirade. 

His arm let you go as he stepped closer to his ex-wife. “Do you know why Arin probably felt so comfortable calling Y/N her stepmom?” It was a question not meant to be answered. “It’s because she’s been there for her these past few months. Where have you been, huh? She’s so used to you cancelling plans that she always expects the worse.” 

You were gobsmacked, unsure what had just left his mouth as you tried to make sense of his words. He couldn’t be comparing you both. He couldn’t be using you to hurt Nana. Right? 

“That’s not fair, I haven’t cancelled in weeks.” Nana’s voice was quiet, a far cry from her earlier volume, and you took a glance, noticing that her wide eyes were shining in the sunlight that streamed through the window. She seemed smaller now, less imposing. 

“Bravo,” Seokjin spat, beginning to slowly clap his hands. “What do you want, a round of applause?” 

“I can’t help it I’m busy with work. That’s why we agreed she’d live with you.” Nana sounded clearly upset now, Seokjin’s words striking a nerve. You couldn’t help but feel bad for her. 

“And I’m not busy?!” Seokjin wasn’t done. “Your excuses don’t work on me. They never have.” 

“I love my daughter. Don’t you dare try to insinuate otherwise.” 

Seokjin wasn’t listening. “You came here just to create a scene. You didn’t think about Arin at all, did you? You made her give you all the details just to twist the knife in. That’s all you care about. You can’t handle the thought of me being happy because you’re so goddamn miserable!” 

“Just come out and say it, Jin!” She shouted, arms out. “You think I’m a terrible mother.” 

With a casual shrug of his shoulders, he replied, “I never said that, but if the shoe fits.” 

The silence that followed was deafening. You could feel your pulse pounding in your ears, a sick feeling turning your stomach. You didn’t want to be here anymore. You didn’t want to be involved in this shouting match. You didn’t want to see your boyfriend this angry, you didn’t want to hear him speak like this. 

Eventually, Nana’s voice pierced through the silence. It wavered but she kept her cool, head held up high. “Well, thank you, Jin. Thank you so much for finally telling me how you feel. How very brave of you. Finally.” 

You watched as she straightened her jacket and smoothed down her hair, and then she took a step forward. She was heading for the door. 

“That’s it?” Seokjin scoffed, his voice hoarse. “You’re leaving without saying goodbye to your daughter?”

Nana didn’t reply, she didn’t even look at him, just carried on walking out of the room. You heard her heels against the tiles of the hallway, steps retreating. 

“You really have no shame!” He called after her as you both heard the front door open, and then it clicked shut. “Fuck!” 

You jumped at the sudden raise of tone, watching him kick the footrest beside the chair across the room in temper. He had his back to you, his shoulders shuddering with his heavy breathing. You swallowed, feeling your throat dry but you couldn’t say anything. This was all new to you. This side of your relationship, this side of Seokjin. Actually, this whole situation was unlike anything you’d been involved in before. You’d had your fair share of relationship drama in the past, that was a given, but this… You were in over your head. This wasn’t about you. This was a situation involving Seokjin and Nana. You didn’t know what to say or do to make it better. In all honesty, you didn’t even want to try. 

“Daddy?” 

The tiny voice from behind startled you both, and you whipped your head around to see Arin in the doorway. Her eyes were pulled wide, worried and confused. It made your heart hurt. A small part of you couldn’t help but feel to blame. 

“Did mommy leave?” She asked, her gaze on her father, who was staring blankly ahead. 

“Yes, she did,” was all he said, stunning you in the process. 

“Seokjin, you can’t just say it like that!” You exclaimed, looking at him properly for the first time. Arin had walked into the room by now, hovering by your side, a hand to her mouth as she flicked her thumbnail over her teeth nervously.   

Seokjin’s eyes met yours, refocusing before something flickered inside of them – realisation. He looked down at his daughter, voice softening instantly. “She had to go home, Arin. Something came up.” 

You could tell by her face she didn’t quite believe him. She was a bright kid, not that you thought Seokjin was undermining her intelligence, but she knew something was wrong and you didn’t think it was fair to just gloss over the issue. 

“Why don’t you watch some cartoons?” He suggested, guiding her to the sofa. “I’ll make you something to drink. What would you like?” 

She gave him a small smile as he passed her the remote control. “Hot chocolate, please.” 

The tiniest of smiles lifted the corners of his mouth too. “Okay, one hot chocolate coming right up.” He turned to you, a hand brushing yours for a brief second, voice low as he asked you a question. “Can you stay with her?”

Your nod was barely there, and you watched him walk out, heading for the kitchen. After a moment’s delay, you joined Arin on the sofa, attention on the television, watching the cartoon characters bounce around the screen, but you were in a world of your own. Arin’s voice’s tore you from it, her question rattling you. 

“Why did she go?” 

“I don’t know.” You hated yourself for lying to her but it wasn’t your place to explain. Especially not now given the circumstances. Your thoughts were captured once more. Nana had been clueless to your existence this whole time. Had you been a fool to assume otherwise? 

“Did they argue?” 

Your eyes fell to Arin’s, wanting to embrace her but thought better of it. You’d have to reassure her another way. With words. If you could. “It’s nothing to worry about, okay?” You smiled, the action stiff. “They’re just a bit angry at one another.” 

“Because of me?”

Her question broke your heart. You shook your head hastily. “Of course not.” 

She didn’t respond, turning back to the TV. She didn’t seem visibly upset, nothing like earlier, but maybe this was worse. She seemed despondent, quiet. You were reminded of when you were a kid, hearing your parents argue nonstop before their divorce. At times you used to feel at fault too. 

“I’m sorry I called you my stepmom, I didn’t know it was wrong.” As she spoke she kept staring at the television, voice quiet. 

“Arin, it’s okay, sweetie,” you told her, this time unable to stop yourself from wrapping an arm around her shoulders. You wanted to comfort her. She needed comforting. “You’ve done nothing wrong at all.” 

You knew what children were like together. The conversation she’d had with her friend had been innocent. She’d had no clue what the weight of such a word could mean, or even do. None of this was her fault. 

You held her for a while, getting consoled yourself almost as well, but time was passing and Seokjin hadn’t come back with her hot chocolate. You glanced at the clock on the wall, he’d been gone fifteen minutes. “I’m going to check on daddy,” you said, pulling away gently. “To see what he’s done with your hot chocolate.” You tried to joke around but your laugh sounded forced. Arin nodded, giving you a tiny smile as you stood up. “I’ll be back soon, okay?” 

You found him in the kitchen, leaning against one of the counters as he held a glass of whiskey in his hand. Arin’s drink wasn’t even half made. Irritation flooded your senses for a moment. You got that he was upset, angry, maybe even a little dazed by the situation, but he still needed to pull himself together and be there for his daughter. Drinking at two o’clock in the afternoon was unacceptable. 

However when he saw you, his expression softened into worry, concern colouring his tone as he asked, “Is she okay?”

You swallowed down your frustration, but once again your mind was beginning to whir. You had so many questions, so many answers that you needed, but now wasn’t the time. He needed to make sure Arin was settled and then you both could talk. 

You walked further into the room, speaking as you went. “She’s upset. She thinks she did something wrong, that’s why you and Nana argued.” 

Seokjin sounded regretful when he sighed. His eyes closed, fingers tightening around the tumbler. “Do you think she heard any of it?”

In a clipped voice you replied. “I hope not.” 

Hearing your tone he opened his eyes, coming to his senses almost. “I’m sorry,” he breathed, placing his drink down on the counter. He moved towards you, a hand ghosting over your back. “Are you okay?” Despite his tone of voice being one you were familiar with, his concern did little to console you. All you could do was nod your head.  

“Don’t take any notice of her, okay?” He continued, his voice slowly changing again. “This is what she does. She pushes and pushes. She can’t stand–”

“Seokjin, enough,” you begged, exhausted. You could hear him becoming more and more irate. 

The hand on your back froze and then dropped to his side. “Are you sticking up for her?” He more or less accused. 

“What?” You looked at him, baffled. “Of course I’m not. You just need to calm down. I know you’re angry but your daughter needs you right now.” 

His features smoothed out and he stepped back, rubbing a hand over his face. “You’re right.” He sounded apologetic. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s fine.” You watched as he walked towards the fridge, getting out a carton of milk to pour inside Arin’s mug, chocolate powder waiting. He mixed it together with a spoon and placed it in the microwave, setting the timer. As it whirled around, you spoke again. “We can talk about it later.” 

There was silence as he placed the milk back inside the refrigerator. He closed the door. “Are you mad at me?” 

“No.” 

He didn’t believe you. Turning back he folded his arms across his chest, staring at you. “She’s gotten under your skin, hasn’t she? That’s what she does.” 

You heard yourself sigh. You didn’t want to do this now. Not with Arin just down the hallway. Why was he being so insistent? Your mind flew through the tonne of questions you wanted to unleash his way, but one slipped from your mouth before you could stop it. Before you could even acknowledge your own words. 

“Did she really cheat on you?” 

Seokjin looked taken aback, whatever he’d been expecting, it wasn’t that. Maybe you should have gotten your priorities straight, but stood in front of him right now, you felt deceived. You watched as he gave you a brief nod. Your heart dropped. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

He lifted his shoulders, not meeting your eyes. “It wasn’t a big deal.” 

“Not a big deal?” Your voice raised and you willed yourself to keep it down. “It seems like it was the reason you divorced her, Seokjin.” 

The microwaved beeped but you both ignored it. “It was over long before then.” He chuckled humourlessly. “She was right, I was a coward.”

A part of you wanted details but you knew right now wasn’t the time or the place. Besides, you didn’t think he’d share anyway. 

“Is that why you’re mad? Because I didn’t tell you?” He sounded worried, regretful, some other emotions you couldn’t think of right now. 

You sighed softly. “I’m not mad, Seokjin. I’m just… I didn’t know.” 

He went to step forward, to walk towards you but stopped himself. “I’m sorry, I should have told you. Especially with–”

“It’s fine,” you cut him off quickly, not wanting to hear the words you knew he was going to say out loud. You couldn’t bear it. You’d told him about Donghae in a bid to open up – because you trusted him. Why hadn’t Seokjin told you about Nana? You couldn’t help but feel betrayed. You didn’t know if you were being fair or not. 

“I should go and check on Arin,” he said suddenly, moving to the microwave to open it up. “Thank you for taking care of her. It’s more than her own mother could do, and she’s the one who caused this whole mess.” 

“Don’t,” you whispered, closing your eyes. He wasn’t going to do it again. “Don’t do that. Compare us.” Seokjin looked your way, confused now. “I don’t know Nana. I don’t know what your marriage was like, not really, and I don’t know what her relationship with Arin is like. You shouldn’t have said those things to her. She was obviously upset.” 

You understood that people spoke out in anger, that words just flew out, no matter how small the thought was, but it wasn’t an excuse. He was still emotional, but all you wanted him to see was the bigger picture. 

“I don’t care,” he brushed off. “She needed to hear a few home truths.” 

You scoffed. “And you used me to really drive them in, didn’t you?” You continued regardless of his frown. “It’s not a competition. I’m your girlfriend. I’m not even Arin’s stepmother. We haven’t talked about that yet,” – Seokjin went to speak over you but you stopped him with a hand in the air – “and I know Arin made an innocent mistake, but it obviously hurt Nana. She had no clue I existed, Seokjin. Not one!” 

He did look guilty at that, dropping his gaze, but you weren’t done. “You can be mad because of how she acted but you’re also at fault…” 

“I know,” he murmured. “I know that and I’m sorry.” 

You weren’t the only one he should be apologising to, but by now you were too exhausted to keep this up. You couldn’t stay here, not when you were sure it would end in an argument. You didn’t want to fight with him. You needed space to think. On your own. 

“I should go.” You told him, noticing his face wrinkle up in confusion. 

He was in front of you immediately, clutching your hand. “Y/N, wait,” his voice was unsteady, “You don’t have to go. I’m really sorry that I made you uncomfortable.” 

You appreciated his sincerity, and had no doubts that he meant his apology, but it still wasn’t enough to get you to stay. An I’m sorry wasn’t what you needed. It wasn’t as simple as that. 

“Honey, please,” he begged softly. “This is me with all my baggage. I’m not perfect.” 

Your brow furrowed. “I never thought you were, Seokjin.” This wasn’t about your so called flawless vision of him. He was human, just like you. Yes, seeing him mad like that had shaken you up at first but it wasn’t why you were leaving. Nor were you leaving because of the situation. Everyone had a history, or “baggage” as Seokjin chose to call it. It didn’t change how you felt about him. It was all just very overwhelming. 

You put your other hand over his, silently telling him to let you go. Above all else he needed to spend time with his daughter. “Go and check on Arin. She’s waiting for her hot chocolate.” You told him softly.  

He clasped your hand tighter. “Please don’t go.” 

“I just need some space to think.” You admitted. 

He watched you for a moment, eyes glassy – you expected yours were too – but ever the gentleman he respected your wishes and didn’t press you any further, no matter how much he wanted to plead with you to stay. Deep down he probably knew it was the right thing to do. If you stayed now no good would come from it. You could speak about everything when you were both ready. Whenever that was.

With a tight nod he slipped his hand from yours. You gave him a soft smile and turned your back to him. He had no choice but to watch you leave. 

Written 2020 - 2021. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2021