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just-wrting · 7 months
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The Babysitter (Part 4)
Title: The Babysitter (Part 4)
Summary: You do your best to get a little closer to Aaron, while still keeping enough distance that you don't catch feelings. The only problem? It doesn't seem like it's working.
Word Count: 2687
Master List Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
A/N: I promised that Part 4 would be what I posted next and here it is!!!! It only took me longer than expected. I also think that despite the migraines and my terrible work schedule I'll be doing my best to post 3x a week. Also yes I know, I didn't post this at 3 AM my time for once.
You stretch and lean back on the couch. Aaron had texted you that plane had landed and that he’d be on his way soon. It's already much later than you want it to be. Jack has been asleep for a while, leaning against you while the TV plays whatever movie is on.
You know you shouldn’t go to sleep now, not when Aaron is so close to being back home, but you can’t fight it anymore. You shuffle Jack into your arms, it's much harder to move a sleeping child than an awake one, and go to the bedroom.
You're too tired to take Jack to his bed, so you take him to Aaron’s room. You push the covers to Aaron’s bed back and climb in. You shuffle the blanket around you and Jack, tucking it under his chin. Within seconds, you feel your eyes flutter shut. You wish you could stay up until toron gets here. That thought doesn't stop you from falling asleep.
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You wake up well rested to an empty bed. A slightly burnt smell wafts through the house. You race to the kitchen in a panic, worried that Jack has decided to mess with stuff. Instead Jack is standing next to the toaster, with Aaron.
"You should’ve woken me up,” you say as you lean against the doorway. "You nearly gave me a heart attack.”
“I didn't want to wake you. Jack said you had a long week so I thought it was best to let you sleep."
Aaron sets a plate on the table and Jack rushes over to you. He eagerly grabs your arm, and guides you towards the table.
"I helped make you breakfast!"
The way he smiles makes your heart melt, and you sink into a chair.
"Yeah I can see that But is it really okay to eat without you? Maybe I’ll wait a bit.”
Aaron sets two pieces of toast on your plate. The edges are darker than you prefer but you know better than to make a face about it in front of Jack.
"It’s fine. Better to eat it while it's still hot," Aaron says with a gentle smile. "Besides, Jack ate first.”
“That doesn't stop me from feeling a bit bad. How much sleep did you get Aaron?”
His silence is the answer. He got less sleep than you wish he would as is, not to mention how strenuous his job is. You make note to talk to about that habit as soon as you can.
—-
As you pack up your things you hear a knock at the door. You hear Aaron get the door and a voice talking about Jack. Walking to the front door leads to you seeing a mom and son duo.
“He's been talking about this all day," the mom giggles, "I'm so grateful that you’re willing to let Jack come over for a little bit."
You slide up to Aaron and take a look. The kid is Jack’s age, so you guess he's a friend from school. The guess is correct as Jack shoves his shoes on and runs between you and Aaron to go outside.
"I had some stuff to do so it made sense for him to go with a friend.”
"Alright. Just text me when you want me to bring him back. He's always welcome."
With that, the three of them left. You take your time watching Jack get into the car and leave, choosing to stay silent for a minute.
"When did you set that up," you ask, turning to Aaron. "Cause I didn't.”
"This morning. I figured it would give us time to talk about things.”
You nod, "There's still coffee left so we best get to it. I just want a few things to clear up."
A sigh leaves his lips. “I can imagine there's a lot to clear up.
You make both coffees. "I'm not upset with you, if that makes you feel better.
"I suppose it does. I don't know what I'd do if you decided to leave."
"'Probably hire someone else."
"'I don't-" he sighs, “Jack doesn't want someone else."
Your eyes soften as you look at Aaron. He looks exhausted. You want to push him into bed and force him to sleep. You feel yourself thinking about how much you'd like to help him .
“Good thing I love you guys.”
Aaron chuckles. “That’s good. He’d be heartbroken if you left.”
“I can tell. He looks so sad when I have to leave for the night.”
“He does, doesn’t he? What was it you wanted to know?”
You hold the coffee mug in both hands, staring at the surface. There’s only a few topics you want to ask about, you just aren’t sure where to start. There’s stuff about his job, not to mention a topic that you’re positive will be awkward, Jack’s mom.
“Let’s start with an obvious one. Why didn’t you want to tell me about your job? I’m sure that not wanting me to run far away was part of it.”
There’s a pained look on his face. He probably has lots of stories of things happening to people he knows that aren’t agents. You want to give him some sort of comfort, but you aren’t sure what you’d even say.
“You’re right. I also just don’t want you to get hurt. I’ve seen what people will do to people around me and everyone on my team and I was hoping that if you didn’t find out you’d be safer,” he explains, the expression on his face unwavering.
“I’m sorry. I hate to ask it then, but does that choice have anything to do with Jack’s mother? You don’t have to give me details, I just am unsure if I’ll meet her.”
This time, Aaron takes a while to answer. You worry that you’ve asked too much. Clearly something bad happened, and it still weighs heavy on his mind. You choose to focus on your coffee as you try to figure out how to backtrack.
“Forget I asked about it, Aaron. I’m sure I understand enough without you explaining it.”
He shakes his head. “It’s okay. You’re right. My job got in the way and she passed.”
You reach across the table and give his hand a quick squeeze. “You don’t have to say anything else. I’m not entitled to information like that. How about you tell me about this team of yours?”
“I think you’d like them. They do tend to profile everyone however, which can be an issue.”
You give Aaron a smile. “Does that mean you’ve been profiling me since the beginning? And why you didn’t need a background check?”
“Our tech analyst is amazing. She’d find any sort of dirt on you I’d need. Not that I need any.”
“That is a bit terrifying. I’ll make sure to behave I guess. Is she super nosey?”
A small smile breaks across his face. “For sure. Penelope Garcia knows everything I could ever need about you.”
“So do you know everything from my star sign to where I live? Or is that just her?”
“I don’t know any of that. I just made sure you don’t have a criminal background.”
“That’s good. If there’s anything you want to know just ask me. Besides that I don’t have any other questions.”
You down the rest of your coffee and move to the sink.
“Then I’ll get to work. I have some paperwork to get done.”
You turn and look at him. A hand rests on your hip and you frown.
“You’ll do the paperwork after you rest, right? I know for a fact you didn’t get a lot of sleep.”
Aaron looks a bit startled at your question. “I’ll be okay.”
“What time did you get home? When did you go to bed? You slept on the couch, right? When did Jack wake you up?”
“I got home around midnight and went to sleep shortly after. I promise I’m fine.”
You cross your arms and frown. “That doesn’t mean much, Aaron.”
“I’m used to it at this point. Long nights are a part of my job.”
“Aaron, I work with kids. I know how to make you take a nap," you say, Your voice is calm, but you hope he knows you’re serious. "You worry about Jack all the time. Someone has to worry about you.”
“I'll be fine, You don't need to worry about me.”
"Too late. I’m already worried."
Despite the frown, Aaron isn't taking you seriously. His eyes are crinkled and you're sure there's a small hidden behind the coffee mug.
"Since you insist, I'll try to rest. I can’t promise anything."
“I'm sure you'll find the bedroom is nap ready. I swapped out the curtains so it was easier to sleep and brought a fan over.”
Aaron sets his coffee mug next to the sink. You were right about the smile. The corners of his lips are still upturned. You know he’s probably doing this to make you feel better.
Thankfully, you’re able to do everything you need around the house. The dishes, sweeping, dusting and various other chores are a breeze without anything or anyone in your way. Things you have been putting off due to a lack of time are officially done. The only place you haven’t cleaned is the master bedroom.
After a few hours, you hear Aaron begin his paperwork. You do your best to not check in on him again, but you can’t help yourself from peering through the crack of the door. His face is set in a frown, and his eyebrows are furrowed. The way he meticulously goes through each page is impressive.
You aren’t sure if he’s eaten, and you can feel the lack of food start to catch up to you. After setting your resolve, you push the door open and lean against the doorframe. Aaron looks up at you almost immediately.
“I know there’s not much in the fridge since I’ve got to go to the store, but did you want lunch? I may not be able to make something that’ll impress you, but I could probably impress a kid,” you joke with a light smile.
While Aaron doesn’t say anything, he gives you more of his attention. You take that as a good sign, and keep rambling.
“Does a PB&J with an apple and milk sound okay? There’s even some leftover brownies that I’ll throw in. That’s something a kid may like, but maybe not something you’d like.”
“Sure. That does sound like something that a kid would like and be impressed by.”
“Of course it is. I cut the apple up which is a superior way of eating it, and they get sugar. Not to mention, sometimes I let them have some chips."
Aaron's smile is less tense, and you feel satisfied. Nothing makes you feel better than knowing you can make someone important to you happier.
“I'll get started on that. Will Jack be joining us for dinner?"
"I thought that it would be a good idea for him to spend as much time as he wants with his friend. It gives me time to get you a contact list for his friends’ parents and that way you can have some free time.”
“If you insist. I already have free time. It's usually a few hours after he's in bed that you’re home. Plus he has stuff he likes to keep "secret" like things for you.”
The frown is back. "What about your dating life? I'm sure that whoever you're seeing wants to see you more."
“Yeah I'm sure that's what my ex would want. I'll make lunch real fast."
You make your escape to the kitchen as quick as you can. Talking about your ex unisn't something you're keen on doing. It was a messy ending.
You push all relationship thoughts out of your head. This is not the time or place to be thinking like that. It's lunch time, which means focusing on making food. Not that making a PB and J is hard.
The whole thing only takes you about ten minutes; you really should just buy an apple slicer. It would save you so much effort. In fact, Aaron's house was missing some of that stuff that would make housework easier.
You do your best to arrange the food on the plate, hoping it all fits. Balancing more than two plates is a struggle, so you choose to grab the drinks separately. Milk is hard to get out carpets if you don’t have the right materials. The smell will attract a pet and that's a hassle. At least it doesn't stain.
"Where do you want me to set this?"
Aaron shuffles the papers into neat piles, creating a space in the middle of the desk. You avert your eyes, not wanting to read the files. Even if they weren’t confidential, it isn't something that you’d want to read. After setting down the plates, you go to get the drinks.
The first few minutes of eating are done in silence. You’d like to get to know Aaron better, you just don’t want to come off as weird. It would suck if he misunderstood your intentions. Not that you wouldn’t date him.
"Something’s on your mind. Did you want to talk about it?”
"No. I think I’ll be okay in regards to what I was thinking about. On a different topic, what do you and Jack do together?”
Aaron looks a little ashamed at the question. You can sense he has a lot of guilt about how things have turned out. The look in his eyes makes you want to comfort him, but you don’t know what to say.
“If you ever want to talk about something, you can talk to me,” you offer. "I won't understand everything, but it's still good to get it out.”
“Maybe at a time when I don’t have so much paperwork,” he says with a sad smile. "I almost feel like-“
"Work has taken over your life? Tell me about it. I love kids, but there are times I wish I choose different job. Like the time all three kids had the flu, so I was cleaning up so much vomit.”
The rest of the meal is spent telling each other embarrassing work stories. Aaron shares things from all his team members, while you tell him the ridiculous things some kids have done. As the stories go on, you find yourself entranced by his laugh. The way his eyes crinkle and the corner of his lips turn up have your heart almost skipping a beat. For some reason, you start to feel self-conscience. Thankfully, the doorbell rings.
"I’ll get it. You probably need to get back to work," you say as you collect the dishes.
You stack the dishes, and carefully close the door behind you. You don't even bother going to the kitchen, opting to just set the dishes on a table nearby. Thankfully, the doorbell rings only the one time. You see the mom from earlier standing there, and swing open the door. Jack rushes in to hug you. You ruffle his hair as the mom starts to speak.
“I’m so glad that Aaron’s finally dating again. Poor man has been alone for too long,” she laments. “How long has it been?”
“I'm not sure. I didn't even know Aaron was dating," you reply with a shrug.
“Wait, you aren’t dating Aaron?” Her face is
turning red. "With how Jack talks about you, I thought maybe. He doesn’t talk about anyone but his dad like that.”
"It's Fine. Can’t blame you for what kids say," you offer with a smile. "No harm done.”
She doesn't say more, instead rushing back to her car. You don’t stop her, figuring that would make it worse.
You'll mention it to Aaron, hoping that he’ll be able to handle it.
For now, you'll be content to make Jack happy by pretending to be whoever he wants. After all, Aaron will have fixed it by tomorrow and there won’t be any more problems.
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goldeneyedgirl · 3 months
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TwiFicmas23 Day 9: to ground (jasper/archie)
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Good evening! An early post tonight because I am fueled by chocolate frogs, the potential for some amateur surgery tonight (doctor approved, it's fine), and the promise that the holiday season is nearly upon us and I'll stop waking up in a terrified haze that I've forgotten to order something that Amazon doesn't stock locally.
It's been a weird day.
Tonight I bring you what at least three people have requested: an Attempt at Jasper/Archie. This was started for Pride and I've continued working on it. This is the first draft, so it'll undergo some polishing and edits before it hits AO3, not to mention a ream of author's notes for context.
This is my first time writing m/m, so I'm oddly fascinated with how this turned out. I think it's okay? I think my biggest issue is characterizing Archie right and making sure I capture what we know about him with what we know about Alice.
I probably need to do more world/lore building for the boys like I have with Jess and Alice, but c'est la vie. I tried and I hope for all the people that wanted this, you enjoy it!
going to ground. The motel is dim and smells damp, some rundown place halfway to Olympia that was never more than half full, used by truckers and seasonal workers on their way to Peninsula and back home again. The bedspreads were shiny, discoloured polyester; the smell of mould and stale air permeating every crevice.
Archie isn’t happy. But it’s easier to be pissed at the state of this motel to distract himself.
Jasper’s stripped to his waist in the bathroom, prolonging the inevitable. Hot water will alleviate the pain for a short time, but he’s damn well pushing it. He’s not even treating the wounds anymore; he’s just hiding.
It’s always been Jasper’s habit to go to ground when he’s injured. In Calgary, in New Hampshire, and now in Forks. He won’t - can’t - even be around the Cullens when he’s that physically vulnerable. Archie always privately wondered if Jasper brought him alone so that someone had his back, or if he knew Archie would follow him to the ends of the Earth no matter what, or maybe so that he knew that Archie was protected.
His boy was wretchedly overprotective.
Which was, frankly, the reason that they were in this mess in the first place.
Scowling, Archie nudged the bed ruffle with his toe and nodded to himself when it crinkled like plastic. This place really was a dump. Normally, Jasper would take them out in the middle of the forest somewhere, carefully chosen for their inability to be tracked. After Calgary, it had taken Archie weeks to convince Jasper to go home, that it was safe. That they were safe, Maria was gone, and the Cullens were their family - they were no danger to them, they weren’t angry or upset with them for what Maria did (though Esme had been nigh hysterical at their sudden disappearance) - and they needed to go back.
New Hampshire had been somewhat easier; it had only taken a week to get Jasper home, and that hadn’t been an emotionally loaded incident, just some territorial nomads.
And now Forks.
Jasper had driven them here, and it was an unexpected that he hadn’t simply insisted on plunging into the Olympic National Park for days on end. But maybe that was more strategy - the woods were the first place the Cullens would look. A shitty motel halfway to Olympia wouldn’t be a place anyone would come looking for them for days - especially with both Bella and Jacob wounded.
Archie scowls again, and decided he’s been patient enough. He’s not one to sulk over big things - he wants the air cleared and everything resolved. But Jasper hates arguing so much that he’ll cloister himself rather than face Archie. It doesn’t matter where, as long as he can hide - in his study, in the garage with Rose, or - apparently - in a motel bathroom only a few steps above a truck stop.
The pain would be excruciating.
He’s been in there long enough.
“Jas.” He knocks on the door, and hears nothing besides the running tap. He waits a beat before he tries the knob - surprisingly, it’s unlocked and Archie wonders if he missed Jasper unlatching it, or if he just assumed it was locked.
Jasper’s slumped against the wall, his eyes pitch-black. There’s something about them that when they’re thirsty; vampires look gaunt and slightly grey-er than usual. A little closer to dead. Probably not noticeable to humans but to him, who looks at Jasper every single day, he looks miserable.
Archie moves closer, crouching down. Jasper’s eyes are tracking him, but he says nothing.
“Show me,” Archie says gently, but Jasper’s eyes have dropped to Archie’s right arm, covered by his sweatshirt.
“Jasper, you need to let me help you.” He can smell the venom - mostly Jasper’s, but there’s a sharp, foreign note that makes Archie worry. The scent is strong enough that the wound is still open, and it’s been hours. “Please.”
“Let me see it,” Jasper says hoarsely; speaking sounds painful. He needs to hunt, on top of everything, and he can’t. Not yet. Not til they take care of this.
“You first,” Archie replies firmly, but Jasper doesn’t move, his eyes fixed on Archie’s arm.
Sighing, Archie shoves the sleeve of his sweatshirt up; there’s an old ace bandage wrapped around it whilst the skin repaired. But after he removes it, the wound is obvious - the angry purpling of the bite has faded, now that it has been cleaned of foreign venom, it’s only slightly darker and will fade completely in a few hours, especially if Archie goes hunting. It’s a shallow wound, will barely scar. Frankly, Jasper’s given him more impressive marks in bed.
But Jasper doesn’t even stop the horror from rolling off him at the sight of it.
“Your turn,” Archie says in a voice that brooks no arguments, trying to squash the irritation down. It’s been a long time since Jasper’s been this… shaken up over anything, and it’s easier to pretend that it’s him being dramatic over Archie’s bite mark right now.
Jasper nods, and gets on his knees to lean forward.
It looks exactly like Archie’s visions showed him. Worse, actually, because this is real life.
The fissure runs down his back, parallel to his spine, from where his neck and shoulder meet, to his waist. The flesh has split like a geode, and Archie can see all the petrified fat and muscle right down to the bone, with an eerie golden sheen over it all. The edges are purple-black from the foreign venom, almost blistered. In contrast, the bite mark on the back of his neck looks benign, even though it should scare him more.
The whole thing makes him feel sick and frankly, Archie doesn’t feel even a tiny bit capable of dealing with this. He would give anything to have Rose or Carlisle here to patch Jasper up, whilst he flirted and made jokes to distract him.
But Jasper wouldn’t trust them. He might respect Carlisle, and love Rose, but when it comes down to the meat of it, he doesn’t trust them like he trusts Archie.
“Don’t be mad,” Jasper says in that same hoarse, flat voice. “Please don’t be mad.”
“I’m not mad,” Archie replies, and it’s not totally a lie. He’s panicking internally, he’s still annoyed and frustrated, but he’s not angry.
Jasper lets out a sound that’s somewhere between a groan and a whine, and that pushes Archie into action - Jasper’s in pain and he’s sitting here navel-gazing.
“Come and lie on the bed, and we’ll clean this up. I promise I won’t make any moves on you,” Archie tugs him to his feet, his lame attempt at a joke falling flat. Jasper limps after him, looking miserable.
The groan Jasper lets out as he lies face-down on the bed is made uglier by the way the wound pulls and shifts as he moves. Archie’s not one with a weak stomach, but knowing that mess is attached to the person he loves most in the world… it’s hard to look at.
He almost understands why Edward’s so fixated on keeping Bella safe. If Jasper were as vulnerable as Bella…
There’s no one else to help them, so it has to be Archie.
The bag from the convenience store is on the nightstand; salt, a bottle of cheap vodka, and a tube of aloe vera. It was a goddamn crude kit; Carlisle would be horrified at the use of vodka. Actually, he’d be horrified by this whole set-up. In a perfect world, they’d be back at the Cullens and Archie would be allowed to do this properly.
But they aren’t and he can’t.
Archie had honestly never asked Jasper how they discovered flammable fluids could purge out foreign venom, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to know -the vodka would draw out any venom that stuck to the open wound, since foreign venom gained a nearly honey-like stickiness to it after a short time. The inability to purge it successfully was nearly always what caused scarring. Salt worked to purge the rest of the foreign material out of it, and aloe vera kick-started their cells healing again.
It’s not human blood; human blood would do the heavy lifting if they used that, but both of them know that it’s a slippery slope, and one that is best left alone for many reasons. The least of all is the fragile alliance they’ve formed with the Pack. Archie feels like they wouldn’t take kindly to them stealing blood from the hospital, even for injury treatment, so he didn’t even suggest it.
Carlisle would adore to discuss all of this in great detail - he’s been fixated on vampire healing principles for years. Archie should suggest it to Jasper as a holiday gift for next year. Hell, one page of notes would keep Carlisle and Eleazer occupied for days.
The worst part of treating Jasper, Archie decides as he very quickly douses Jasper’s back in salt and alcohol, is the fact that Jasper stays silent. Protesting the pain, even the smallest noise, is a sign of weakness. The only indication of the agony that he’s in is the tightening of his back and arm muscles.
So Archie talks. Everything spills out, all the inane shit that goes through his head - that he’s still disappointed that Bella didn't want to go to senior prom because the dress he had in mind would have been a showstopper, and no he wasn’t going to use it for her wedding dress because that dress has been drawn and cut for a while now.
He complains about the fight, that the wolves blocked his visions and there were one or two half-visions that looked like they spelt doom but nothing came to pass so now he’s reconsidering the accuracy. Or was the fact the wolves are unknowable affecting the outcome?
He’ll have fun debating that one with Edward at some point.
Archie isn’t sure when he runs out of easy words to say, but it does happen as he watches the foreign venom burn out of the fissure, and the room is silent. The only real communication they have is Archie’s hand rubbing Jasper’s shoulder soothingly; the only form of reassurance that he can offer right now. Too many things need to be said. Even more need to not be said.
So, they sit in silence. When the wounds look clear, Archie carefully helps Jasper lie back on the bed. It’ll take a while for them to heal, and it’s draining - Jasper told him that years ago. He’ll need to hunt immediately after this. Jasper lies back with a sigh, a breath released now that the worst of the pain has been dealt with, and closes his eyes. Archie takes up his spot in the rancid-looking armchair, hugging his knees to his chest, and waits.
Jasper breaks the silence after a couple of hours.
“Do you want to talk about it?” He sounds clearer, better, and it’s a tangible relief. Archie immediately crawls onto the bed, motioning for Jasper to lean forward so he can check his back. The fissure already looks so much better; the bite too has lightened, but both are going to leave a nasty scar.
“You still need to hunt,” Archie informs him, absently pressing a kiss to Jasper’s shoulder blade before settling Jasper back against the pillows.
He’s delicious and it doesn’t matter how many years pass, Archie still gets butterflies looking at him. Shirtless and in worn out jeans really is his very best look. If this were any other moment, just a quick getaway for some privacy…
But it isn’t.
“Talk to me,” Jasper said insistently, his hand reaching up to cup Archie’s cheek. “I know you’re still mad.”
“It was a stupid fucking risk,” Archie says precisely, but without the vehemence he had earlier. “I had everything under control. One bite is not the end of the world.”
“It is to me,” Jasper said simply. “When it’s you.”
Archie closed his eyes to drag up some patience. “Jasper. One bite verses this,” he waved his hand over him. “You were mauled. It was opportunistic and you could have gotten killed.” His voice rises and he has to stop himself, keep his temper. It’s the fear of what could have happened that makes him angry, he knows that. “I have seen you get hurt so many times over the years… so many near misses, so many times you’ve been so close to not coming back, not being there, that the fact you take those risks…”
He closes his eyes for a moment to compose himself, and instinctively lies next to Jasper, curled to rest his head on Jasper’s shoulder. It brings back memories, the scent of Jasper’s skin (the same leather-sun-wood he’s known for decades, but tinged with the venom and alcohol that leaves him uneasy) not quite soothing Archie’s anxiety. He remembers the visions where Jasper was too far gone to fight but he still went into battle. How many times did he nearly lose his head, did he nearly get overrun by enemy soldiers desperate to prove themselves by bringing down the Major of Monterrey?
How many times did Archie watch everything he ever wanted fade away for a second, because Jasper took a stupid fucking risk? And he was certain those days were over so many times - when they met; Ohio in ’49; Calgary is ’76; New Hampshire in ’81, and now Forks. It just never stops; it’s always going to linger, that idea that Jasper is never going to be safe, never going to be protected.
“If you’d been able to see it, would you have stopped me?” Jasper asks softly, one arm wrapping around Archie.
“Duh.” He’s tracing the scars on Jasper’s chest now, scars he knows so well he could draw them with his eyes closed - an absent gesture that calms him. “You never would have noticed.”
“Exactly.” Jasper waits for Archie to acknowledge his point, but he doesn’t look up. “I saw what was happening and I stopped it. The same way you would have for me.”
“But you were…” Archie scrunches his eyes up and turns away. “I would have been okay. One bite is nothing compared to all of this!”
Maybe this will turn into a proper argument. They haven’t had one since Calgary. Maybe they’re due for one.
“Come back,” Jasper says, and he sounds so tired that Archie rolls back over reflexively, but sprawled half-across Jasper’s chest this time, staring up into Jasper’s black eyes.
“I’ve seen arm bites go terribly, terribly wrong,” Jasper said in that low voice that he used just for Archie’s ears; intimate and almost dark. “You’ve seen Peter’s scars; that’s one of the better outcomes from a bad bite. And there is no part of me I wouldn’t sacrifice to make sure you aren’t the one with a mutilated arm - if we managed to save your arm at all. That newborn wasn’t going to just bite you; he was prepared to take his pound of flesh, and I…
“The injuries I’ve seen on the battlefield… Arch, I know what our venom can do to vampire skin. I’ve seen it go half necrotic, I’ve seen it eat through flesh until you just have to amputate at the shoulder. Neither Maria or I ever figured out why that happened to some bites. Only that it did and there was nothing we could do. It might just be a bite, but I couldn’t risk it. I wouldn’t risk anything about you, ever.”
Archie leads out a huff of breath and Jasper chuckles, brushing his hair from his face.
“I’m not gonna lie to you, it got away from me for a moment,” Jasper continued, his hand cupping Archie’s face again. “But I knew you were there and you had my back and that everything was going to be okay as long as you were.”
“You know that it’s the same for me, right? That it’s only going to be okay for me if you are?” Archie’s contemplating kissing him right now, but not if that’s going to interrupt this talk so that they have to finish it later. “I need you to… I need you to be selfish and be safe. Every time I think it’s gonna be okay and we don’t have to worry about dying any more, something changes and I’m tired, Jas. I’m so, so tired.”
Jasper ghosts a kiss over Archie’s cheek, and it’s not enough. “I’m never going to apologise for protecting you, and I’m never going to stop making sure you’re okay,” Jasper murmured, frowning as he shifted on the bed to redistribute their weight. “But I swear I will always come back to you, okay? When it’s our time, we’ll go together.”
Archie nods, and that’s when Jasper surprises him by pulling him flush and kissing him hard. It’s the kind of kiss that is always a precursor for more, especially if Jasper’s hand on his belt is any indication of how the rest of the night is going to go.
And he’s okay with that, as long as Jasper doesn’t mess up his back any worse.
Tomorrow, he’s going to have to check in with their family, reassure them that everything is okay, and drag Jasper home and pretend they just ran off to fuck in the woods and everything is fine. There were no grievous bodily wounds tended to in a rank little highway motel, there were no meltdowns.
But right now, he’s going to take this kiss, and the next one, and just be here and now, with the battle over and won and everyone in one piece. He’s going to get his boy naked and have one of those nights they don’t get to have very often in a family of seven where they don’t have to be quiet or subtle or keep one ear out for potential interruptions.
And he’s going to turn those words over in his mind - “When it’s our time, we’ll go together” - warm and safe, until he can trust and believe that they aren’t just a promise, but their future.
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traayaa · 11 months
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Mushy May - Day Five & Seven
Hair braiding & Compliments - Dew & Swiss
I'm back! In the interest of trying to keep Mushy May to May, I'm combining a few prompts and skipping a few. The timezones have thrown me, when I catch up I'll stick to posting on Aussie time for the sake of my sanity XD
Word count: 685
Dew took the hottest showers possible with the abbey’s ancient pipes and a subpar hot water system. He’s tried complaining to Imperator, but unless there was something broken, she wouldn’t pay the outrageous costs associated with updating the entire plumbing system yet. That would be some major work that the Clergy wasn’t ready for yet. He would just have to make do with what he got, which admittedly was more than enough for everyone except the little fire ghoul.
It had become a sort of ritual now, after his showers, Dew would take his brush and a couple of hair ties out into the common room. It started out with him braiding his own hair in the company of his pack. One night not long after they’d got back from a tour when Dew had been struggling with getting his sleep back into some sort of normal, Cumulus took mercy on him and offered to braid his hair for him. Since then, someone else would do it. He preferred Cumulus’ softer touch after tours and when he was overwhelmed. She would comb through his hair before braiding it, he’s fallen asleep halfway through on a number of occasions, waking up in his or Aether's bed a while later. Usually, it was Rain or Swiss, pulling the little ghoul into their lap. He grew to love the routine, the feeling of someone else playing with his hair, the feeling of the brush or fingers gliding through his damp locks. The soft purrs from both of them, the cuddle time afterwards that he used to fight against, tooth and nail, that he now looks forward to. The closeness with his pack. 
Both Swiss and Rain had different ways of doing his hair. Rain would try out different types of braids, constantly learning new tricks, depending on mood and if Dew would sit still long enough, he would attempt some more complicated ones, braiding and rebraiding a number of times. Swiss however took his time. Slowly running the brush through Dew’s long locks, being meticulous in getting the knots out, making sure his hair was smooth and both the brush and his fingers didn’t snag. He knew Swiss was playing with his hair more than was needed, but he’d never stop the others from the joy they got out of this routine. With a sigh, Swiss started sectioning his hair and braided it quickly, something that would last him throughout the night but would start to fall out as the fire ghoul tossed and turned as he slept. Swiss loved seeing him the next morning, one leg of his sleep pants hiked above his knee, one of Mount or Aether’s old tees hanging off one shoulder because they were entirely too big on him, eyes open enough to avoid others and door frames on his way to the coffee pot and some stray strands that had worked their way out of the braid framing his face. Those mornings were Swiss’ favourites. Dew would never tell the multi-ghoul that he has on occasion messed his hair up, just to see the bright smile he’d get from Swiss on those mornings.
Even with both ghouls drawing out the process as long as they could, the braid was finished pretty quickly. Dew ran his hand over it before tucking a few of the shorter stands that didn’t make it into the braid behind his ear, turning in Swiss’ lap to rest his head on the other's shoulder. His purr getting just a little louder. They stayed like that until the smaller ghoul started yawning, Swiss taking them both to bed. They ended up in Swiss’ bed, with Dew diving under the covers as soon as he was out of Swiss’ arms. Once the multi-ghoul joined him, Dew cozied up to Swiss’ side. 
“Swiss? You still awake?” A mumbled ‘yeah’ into his hair was his response. “Do you, maybe, think you could show me how to do your hair? …I love it so much and I wanna do your hair, like you and Rainy do for me.” 
“I can do that Firefly."
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soggykookiesandcream · 9 months
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𝐵𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒴𝑜𝓊 - 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒱𝐼
Taehyung's POV
It's been four days and my dear still hasn't woken up. I healed her perfectly. Why isn't she waking up? I was sitting beside my dear and rubbing her arms. Is the temperature right? Was she feeling okay? Is it too hot with the blanket?
"Wake up, dear," I plead, "I can't lose you again. Please."
I hold onto her hand and kiss it, "If you wake up, I swear I'll buy you anything. I'll give you anything. You're joining Korean Archaeology Expeditions, right? I'll fund your first expedition. No. I'll fund every expedition you go on. No! I'll just buy the entire company and make sure you have a nice time. I'll take you everywhere. I'll show you our castle in Luxon and tell you everything about ancient people, how they lived, where they lived and everything. You just have to wake up, my dear."
I didn't realise I was crying until I heard my phone ring. I wipe my tears and answer the call.
"Hello?" I ask.
"Sir," my secretary speaks, "It's been four days since you came to the office. You have to come here, please."
"I have to take care of someone," I reply.
"Sir, please. Hire a maid to look after them. Just one day. Please come to the office. There's a HUGE mess and the media are here," he begs.
"Okay," I hang up.
I sigh and look at my dear, "I have to go check out something in my company. I'll be back soon."
I call my maid and instruct her to not take her eyes off my dear. I quickly drive to my office and see a ruckus on the outside. I check my phone to see the news headline.
Mr Kim, CEO of Kim Enterprises accused of black magic.
What the hell just happened here? CEO of Kim Enterprises, Mr Kim teleported?
People are shocked: Is it fake? Here's an analysis of the video.
Click here to see the video of Mr Kim teleporting with a woman.
Who is this woman? Find out here.
Oh
my 
God
What the hell? Why are humans so annoying? I rush inside the office from the back door.
"Secretary?" I call.
"Sir!" He comes running to me, "Mess! Huge mess. I don't know what to do. The relations officer needs to see you now!"
"Okay," I follow him.
"Sir?" He asks, "I-Is that video real?"
"No," I reply.
"Sir!" The relations officer runs to me, "What is that video, sir?"
"Couldn't you see? I was helping a woman," I snap at him.
"What is the brown puff and you disappearing?" He asks.
"I don't know," I reply.
"Sir, who is that woman?" My secretary asks. 
"None of your business," I reply.
"They all found out. They're calling her a slvt-" he informs.
"WHAT?" I ask.
"See the comments under this post," he says pointing at his phone.
Mr Kim Teleported!!!??!!?1!1!!?!😱😱😱😱
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Who is that girl guys? 
Comments (17)
Anonymous Mango: Woah, that's definitely fake. It can't be real. 
Replying to Anonymous Mango > JeffreeStarFanGirl69: Ikr!! People are so dramatic. I feel sorry for the girl I saw someone call her a sl*t for no reason. 
Replying to JeffreeStarFanGirl69 > JustANoOne: What? Really? Why would they call her a sl*t. She was bleeding and dying ffs.
JeanDoOrDie: She's prolly Mr Kim's sl*t haha that's why he cares so much.
Replying toJeanDoOrDie > OkayMamaSick: What? Why are you assuming? She could have been his sis or something. Why would he be at a college graduation ceremony otherwise?
Replying to OkayMamaSick > NoNoBoySTAYAWAY: Yeah she could have been a relative.
Replying toOkayMamaSick > JeanDoOrDie: Mr Kim doesn't have a sister or any relatives. I know him.
Replying to OkayMamaSick > WhereAmI: I mean she kinda hot so... maybe?
DigorstangShat4ever: I know that girl. She graduated from my college a few days ago. Her name is Min Yuna.
I was fuming in anger as I read those comments. What the hell is wrong with people and who the hell is this 'JeanDoOrDie'? How does she know me? 
"Who is this user?" I ask pointing out the person's username.
"Jean," my secretary says, "That girl who always flirts with you."
"I see," I clench my jaw.
"What do we do about this?" The relations officer asks.
"Find me who posted this video first and get me his details," I order.
"Okay, sir," they both leave.
I run my hands through my hair. Should have listened to my minister.
I'll be killing that girl first... Jean.
My phone starts ringing and I answer it, "Hel-"
"SIR! MA'AM IS AWAKE!" The maid screams.
"WHAT?" I ask, "I'm coming."
I run out of my office room to be stopped by my secretary, "Sir! Where are you going? We need to fix this!"
I push him out of the way and run, "I don't care!"
I run into a secluded area in my office and teleport. I run into my room to see my dear panicking and the maid trying to calm her down.
"Dear," I whisper to myself.
"WHO ARE YOU?" She screams, "AND WHERE AM I?"
"Yuna," I walk towards her, "You are safe."
"What happened?" She asks, "Where is my grandfather?"
"H-he," I stutter, "I'll explain. Please sit down."
"Who are you?" She asks.
"I'm Kim Taehyung," I introduce myself.
"I'm Min Yuna if you didn't know," she informs.
"I know," I reply.
"How do you know me?" She asks.
"I was a close friend of your grandfather's," I answer.
"He's," I sigh and lie, "He's missing."
"WHAT?" She screams.
"Please calm down," I extend my hands.
She slaps them away, "What the hell happened?"
"You got into an accident," I inform her.
"And?" She asks.
"I brought you here," I reply.
"I got into an accident?" She asks, "Then where are my injuries?" She looks at herself.
"You didn't get many injuries," I reply.
"How many days was I out for?" She asks.
"Four," I reply.
"Four?" She raises her eyebrow, "I was out for only four days and I have no injuries?"
"Y-yeah," I stutter.
"Where am I?" She asks.
"In my house," I reply.
"Why are you keeping me here?" She asks.
"Because I knew your grandfather and he asked me to take care of you," I reply.
"Why would he ask you to take care of me?" She asks.
"He trusted me the most," I smile.
"How come I don't know you?" She asks.
"W-we were supposed to be arranged for a marriage," I lie.
"What?" She asks.
"Your grandfather promised your hand in marriage to me for money," I lie and paint him bad.
"No," she shakes her head, "He would never do that."
"He wanted money for your education," I gulp, "So he made a deal with me."
"What deal?" She asks.
"You," I reply.
She closes her and buries her head in her knees, "So he sold me to feed me?"
"H-he didn't sell you," I stutter.
"Why do you want my hand in marriage?" She asks.
"I don't know-"
"How old are you?" She asks.
"Uh, 25," I reply. Actually 3900.
"I-" she runs her hand through her hair, "I don't know what's going on."
"It's okay, don't worry," I reply.
"Do you have any leads on my grandfather?" She asks.
"I don't know yet," I reply.
"Can I please call someone?" She asks.
"Who?" I ask.
"None of your business but I want to call my friends," she replies.
"I think it's better you don't," I stand up.
"What do you mean?" She asks.
"There are a few reasons," I reply.
"And what are those?" She crosses her arms.
"Rest. I'll explain later," I walk outside the room.
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"Why is this so complicated!?"
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A/N- I hope you cringed well omg. Idek where I'm taking this. It's gonna be a rough ride ;-;
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razielim · 3 years
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My first attempt to reply to @cosmic-navel-gazin was some kind of sleep deprived manic love letter full blown affection meltdown full of quotes and references and god, I hope I’m able to act like a sane human tomorrow so I can tone the draft back a bit before posting. Who wrote this? What a freak. I’ll keep the tsundere ACII allusion, but the Futurama quote is fired. Arnold Schwarzenegger can stay, but he’s on thin fucking ice.
tldr i’m disgustingly enthusiastic and earnest please make it stop it’s embarrassing me in public
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flameboyace · 2 years
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NOT YOUR BED
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OP boys reacting to yiu going into their bed to sleep.
This totally sfw so everyone can read this, i don't know if i'll do a serie (?) About this or not, maybe i'll do a second post with more people.
Fun fact: i'm writing this while watching op in the side of my phone and my brain keep messing every single word lmao
• gn y/n
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□ doesn't really know what's happenings at first so he just stare at you
□ kinda embarrassed when you throw your clothes away and grab one of his shirt only to put it on
□ even more embarrassed when you grab the sheets and just move them aside only to go into his bed
□ asks to you what you're doing and he's definitely confused when you only say "sleeping"
□ goes back to sleep when he understands that you're not going anywhere for that night
□ doesn't say it, but he actually enjoys your company
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□ stares at you for the whole time while you just enter his room and start to undress into your underwear
□ it's not surprised when you grab one of his shirts, buy he definitely is when you go into his bed
□ "the fuck are you doing here?"
□ laughs a lot when you say to him that you want to sleep there
□ doesn't send you away, but kicks you at the end of the bed to make room for himself
□ ends up taking all the blankets and throwing them to the floor during the night
□ his bed his rules, no blankets, they're too hot for him
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□ actually, he was waiting for you
□ gives to you one of his shirts himself, maybe his favorite one, or the only one he owns actually
□ hugs you as long as you set your ass on the mattress
□ if it's cold outside he just heat himself up a bit to make sure you can sleep comfortably during the night
□ loves when you sleep with him
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□ doesn't even look at you, he just keeps doing what he was doing when he was alone
□ looks at you only when you're already under the blankets
□ obviously he asks to you what you're doing in his bed, but he only nods when he hear the answer
□ doesn't say it, but he likes when you sleeps with him, at least he's not alone with his thoughts
□ let you sleep on his chest sometimes, this until he starts moving while sleeping, that and you're almost every time on the floor with half of the blankets
□ that or he just hold you until he actually wakes up
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□ he waits for you whenever so he's never actually surprised when you enter his room and start to search for a shirt
□ never said anything about it, even the first time you did it he was totally normal about it
□ let you set down how you like an then reach the bed himself
□ always cover you before sleeping, can't have you catching a cold during the night
□ often holds you while sleeping or let you sleep with your head on his arm
□ wakes you up every morning so you're not late for your daily duties
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quietly-by-myself · 2 years
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Chapter 4 - Lost Time is Never Found Again
Masterlist
A couple of things before this chapter: this story does have a title (thanks hold-him-down for reminding me to post it!). It's Mercury, Titanium, and the Balance of Time or Mercury and Titanium for short. I also do have a running taglist.
Updates in the next few weeks will be slow. I am undergoing a minor surgery and normally don't react the best to anaesthesia. I'm going to be focusing on my classwork and my research project after it, too.
I'll probably do ask games to bridge the gap. I don't like writing drabbles for my stories, so ask games are probably going to fill any gap over 2 weeks (or 3, maybe).
There's some intense stuff in this chapter. Please heed the warnings carefully.
Themes: slavery, post-traumatic stress/mental illness/panic attacks, aftermath of abuse, trauma, dehumanization, war, POWs, and the aftermath of, fictional countries/politics/organizations/happenings, past noncon (will come up in some chapters more than others), homophobia in a military context.
Chapter-specific: emeto, explicit descriptions of flashbacks, med whump (involving medications, none of which are drug of abuse and general pain/injury aftermath)
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Louka sat there, on the floor, staring down his plate of eggs from a cautious distance. He didn’t want to eat, but he didn’t want to insult his new owner by not eating them. By the time he mentally prepared himself enough to eat the eggs, the slimy, horrid texture that they were cold, it threw Louka into a violent flashback.
He saw William, standing in front of him. The taste in his mouth went foul as the eggs became something much more sinister. The scars on his back ached as he felt bile rising in his throat. He didn’t want to swallow. He couldn’t swallow. William knew that but if Louka didn’t, he would get a second caning. Louka wasn’t ungrateful. Louka would be good. He couldn’t survive another caning.
Suddenly, he couldn’t take it anymore. Louka made a dash for the sink - the brand-new stainless steel sink of this new house he had the audacity to defile. He hurled once, twice, three times, crying, crying tears full of pain from the burning in his throat. The force of his stomach made every abused muscle in his abdomen hurt.
Please make it stop. Please make it stop. Please.
Finally, as though his prayers were heard, the vomiting stopped. He coughed a couple times, looking at the mess he left in the sink. Tears overwhelmed his eyes. It hadn’t even been half a day and Louka had already screwed everything up. He couldn’t eat the food graciously provided to him. He’d vomited in the beautiful sink. Louka felt awful.
His sobs shook his body as he did his best to be quiet. His new owner slept deeply. Louka was thankful for that. But he wouldn’t risk waking him with his needless crying. It was just eggs. Eggs with expensive maple syrup on them, nonetheless. Why was eating eggs so impossible for him? Why was he so pathetic as to not even be able to eat?
Another wave of nausea hit him, but his stomach hurt much too badly to vomit again.
I need to clean this up.
Louka was dizzy. He always got dizzy after throwing up. However, he couldn’t let the smell of the bile wake his new owner up.
The drain on the sink was odd. It didn’t have drain holes. Rather, it was one big hole that made it easy to cut the leftover eggs up into pieces and flush them down the sink, down with his sins. He let the water run for about five minutes - he counted the time on the clock - then pumped a bit of soap in after, turning the water hot and letting it run for a further two minutes. Louka prayed it would be enough.
He wiped his face a bit with the napkin he’d been given, then threw it in the garbage. Louka figured it would be best to clean all the dishes, but worried he was too dizzy to stand for long periods of time.
His head was pounding. The lights above him were burning holes in his eyes and the sound of water dripping off the faucet was like a pin being shoved into his skull with every drop. Still, he willed himself to rinse off the dishes and leave them in the sink. Louka would wash them in the morning before his owner came back down.
Where did he want me to sleep?
Louka hadn’t been paying enough attention. The memory of his owner’s anger with him for insulting his furniture and cooking overwhelmed him. It was after he’d scolded Louka that he’d mentioned where he was to sleep, but he was too stupid to remember it. He’d simply shut down. God, he was so stupid.
His owner would probably punish him in the morning. Louka tried not to give into another panic attack as he thought about it. No, he needed to sleep. His owner would be angry if he didn’t sleep. But, where? The couch? No, that was impossible. He couldn’t. Maybe he’d left Louka to sleep on the cold floor with the lights on, no blanket, as a punishment.
It was all his fault.
He moved over to the hardwood floors towards a wall of windows, far away from the lights left on in the kitchen. The sky was so different from the sky in Vavalon. It was clear, with clouds of glitter behind the immense blanket of stars. He’d never seen so many details in the sky, yet the longer he looked, the more he could see.
He wasn’t deserving of sleeping there. His owner might’ve been mad at him for daring to look outside. Louka decided on the floor of the kitchen, near the lights.
He laid down on his back, staring up at the ceiling. Of course, the anxiety kept him awake. The more that time went on, the more anxious he felt. Maybe the medicine was wearing off, because the pain in every bone in his body was getting worse.
Should he punish himself? Let his owner know that he knew his place?
No, that wasn’t for Louka to decide.
He decided on counting lines in the paint on the ceiling. He counted and counted until eventually, his brain hurt too much to allow him to continue. Then, he tried closing his eyes to get the sharp pain to abate. It didn’t. However, the sharp pain was one of the last things he’d remembered before he fell asleep that first night.
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Atticus woke up exhausted. He turned his head to the clock, where the time read 4:00. It made sense - Vavalon was three hours ahead of Freinleau. He normally woke up at 7:00, so of course he’d be waking up earlier for a while. Atticus decided to try to go back to sleep, but after watching his nightstand, trying to make the time go by faster for twenty minutes, he realized he wouldn’t be going back to sleep.
Slowly, he sat up and took his crutch under his arm. Getting up was always a challenge - the cyclobenzaprine made his muscles loose which, although it helped him sleep without pain, made it hard to find his footing. So, he took it very slow as he walked to the bathroom to splash a little water on his face before he made his way down the stairs.
What he saw when he got down startled him. The lights were on. Immediately, he thought someone might’ve broken in. However, through the initial wave of panic, he realized that the lights he’d left on were just never turned back off.
The bigger shock came when he looked at the kitchen floor. Louka was lying there - no blanket, no pillows, in dirty clothes, with the lights on.
What the hell was he thinking?
Atticus was unsure of whether or not to wake the man. It was just such a strange sight. It wasn’t possible that Louka just collapsed and fell asleep. He hadn’t… oh shit. Atticus had forgotten to give him his meds, though it took away the possibility that he’d just fallen asleep on the floor.
In fact, he had no clue what to do. It was such an odd situation and Louka was so fragile that he feared even waking him to move him to some piece of furniture would scare him beyond measure. Atticus needed to be more awake, more alert before he could begin to work with Louka.
Quietly, he went to the sink and noticed the rinsed dishes. That was sweet of him. Atticus thought he’d smelled something a little foul, but he thought it must’ve been his nose playing tricks on him.
Figuring out where everything was in his new kitchen was half the challenge. He was trying not to wake Louka as he went along, finding a saucepan and a box of loose tea. Although his mother had always insisted on making tea in the kettle, Atticus preferred to boil water in a saucepan and seap tea on a gentle stovetop heat. It made more and tasted plenty strong, just took a little longer. He never minded.
Once his water was set to boil, he looked back to Louka. Atticus needed to wake him up. He was determined now.
Louka awoke with a frantic start as he hit away the hands that were shaking him awake. His head hit the stone of the floor and he let out a cry of pain. The hands he’d just hit away instead went to cradle the back of his head. Unwittingly, Louka felt hands curl in his curls, pulling, pulling, as he tried to get away. He needed to get away. He couldn’t run. He couldn’t make his owner angry. He still needed to get away.
“Hey, hey, take a deep breath.”
Master’s hardened, yet kindly green eyes looked down at him. He’d moved his crutch to the table to help Louka.
Louka’s breathing was panicked as he flinched away, trying to move. Master allowed him to. As soon as Louka sat up, he crawled away from Master’s touch, pressing himself against a cabinet.
“It’s okay, I won’t come near you again.”
Master reached for his crutch, groaning as he moved up from the ground. Louka knew he must’ve been angry at him for making him come to the floor for a lowly creature on a bad hip. If he wanted any chance of a lesser punishment, it would be better to apologize and apologize quickly. However, Louka couldn’t bring himself to. His panic was building in his chest. If he told Master anything, it was sure to be used against him later. However, if he didn’t apologize, he’d just be made to admit it with the cane.
Suddenly, Louka felt something wet on his face. For a moment, he worried it was water or perhaps something more disgusting, but soon realized he was crying. Master had taken a seat, waiting quietly, watching him.
“Louka, if you want to tell me anything, you’re welcome to talk to me about it.”
It was posed oh-so innocently. Louka could almost hear his old Master’s voice in those words. The saccharine sweet way he posed it was more of a threat than a demand and a cane. Refuse the generosity of fear and be punished twice for disobedience and for ungratefulness. Answer honestly and be punished once for wrongdoing.
“I’m sorry, Master, I’m sorry,” Louka curled into a ball, protecting everything he could from the beating he knew as coming. Perhaps Master would use his crutch. It would certainly hurt. It was made of pure metal that was sure not to bend on his back.
“Sorry for what?”
Master was challenging him. Louka covered his face as he began to weep more and more. He didn’t want to say. He didn’t say to say. He had to tell Master. It was a question. He couldn’t disobey a question.
“I-I,” he spoke between gasps, “I couldn’t eat the eggs. I-I-I,” he took three deep, panicking breaths before he could speak again. “I threw them up in the sink. I tried to clean, I swear I did Master. I rinsed the dishes. I slept on the floor with the lights on like you wanted. I’m sorry I couldn’t eat your cooking Master. Please, Master, I know I do not deserve your mercy but my head hurts from the lights. I can’t think. I know the food is worth more than I am, Master. Do as you wish, Master. I can’t think. I can’t think.”
He broke down in uncontrolled sobs. He’d thrown out good food, food that was worth more than he was. He’d slapped Master’s hands away. He’d disobeyed. He was awful. Pure, awful garbage.
“Do you… not like eggs?” Master gave him a somewhat puzzled look. Louka gave him a startled, frozen look. He couldn’t insult Master’s food choice. He couldn’t let Master know he didn’t like eggs. For all he knew, Master would feed him three plates of eggs just to see him squirm.
“It’s okay if you don’t like eggs, Louka. I’m worried about why you threw up. It wasn’t because of the lights right?”
Worry. Fake worry. Louka had to answer now. “N-no, I just don’t like eggs, Master. Their texture makes me feel ill.”
He huddled, waiting for the other boot to drop. He was just cornered into insulting Master. It wouldn’t go well.
Master looked up at the ceiling for a moment. “My sister hated their texture too. I only got used to it cause in some of the rations, they had these fucking disgusting pre-made eggs. A hazing of sorts, I presume. Fresh eggs like these are delicious, but I understand why you might not like them.”
Master stood leaving his crutch against the table. “I’m making fruit tea right now. Is there something you’d like to eat, Louka? You must be pretty hungry, not having eaten for a while like that.” He went over to Louka. “Is it okay if I pick you up? I want to move you to the couch, but you look pretty pale and I don’t want you falling.”
Louka nodded frantically. He’d be good. He’d let Master take him tonight, the first night if he wanted. Anything, anything to prevent falling out of his good graces.
Gently, Master scooped him, despite Louka flinching and pressing himself against the cabinet. Slowly, as though Louka were a scared, cornered dog, Master brought him over to the leather couch in the living room and laid Louka on the couch.
“Stay here a moment.”
Louka allowed himself to close his eyes, not wanting to see what Master would be carrying when he came back. He heard the footsteps, braced himself for the punishment, but instead a fuzzy, thick, warm blanket enveloped him.
“I’m going to lift your head a moment, okay?”
It wasn’t really a request for consent more than it was a warning. Master lifted his head and laid a soft, comfortable pillow under his head.
“They did a really good job stocking this house. I told them with my hip, I couldn’t do house shopping, so they had someone furnish it for me.”
Suddenly, bubbling and sizzling came from the kitchen. “Shit! The water’s boiled over.”
As he ran out of the room with that limb in his step, Louka allowed himself to calm, tucking his chin under the warm blanket. His tears slowed less quickly now, but no less steady. He allowed himself a few sobs before Master came back in the room, with his crutch this time.
“I’m sorry if I scared you there.”
Louka hadn’t the slightest clue what he was talking about.
“I found some like, pre-made preserved coffee cakes. You can have that or I can put something on a slice of bread for you.”
“Whatever pleases you Master,” his voice came out more wobbly than he wanted it to.
“It would please me to know if you would like bread or coffee cakes.”
Louka didn’t know how to answer this test posed before him, but he couldn’t imagine the idea of eating jam after the violent flashback the eggs had given him. “Coffee cake, Master, please.”
Master nodded and stood. Soon enough, a time that Louka couldn’t really make sense of, Master came back with two mugs of tea. He walked back to the kitchen and then came back with two plates - one with cake on it and the other without. Before he handed one plate off to Louka, he put some of it on a plate for himself.
“Please, eat it all, Louka.”
Louka pushed himself up at the easy command. Holding the fork for the coffee cake was difficult for him, much more difficult than he’d expected. As he tried to take a piece of it with the edge, his hands were almost uncontrollable with their shaking.
He looked up nervously at Master, scared of his reaction. Master put his dishes down, then moved towards Louka. He flinched away, terrified, but Master just picked up the fork and the plate. Before Louka could beg to be allowed to eat, Master seemed to have already answered his questions.
“They warned me of nerve damage in your hands that would make it difficult for you to eat. If you’ll let me, Louka, I’ll feed you just this once so we can have you take your medicine. They gave me something to give you for your tremor, so you’ll have an easier time eating once it’s in you. I just don’t want you to hurt your stomach when I give you your meds.”
Louka didn’t understand a word of what Master said, but he understood being fed. It made sense. He was simply too pathetic at eating on his own and Master wanted to make him eat.
Louka gave a firm nod and Master picked up the fork and began to feed him one forkful of cake at a time. It was absolutely delicious. He could hardly believe, after everything he’d done, that he’d be given such a tasty thing to eat.
“I don’t know how sleepy these are going to make you. I ask the doctors to prescribe smaller pills, so there’s more of them, but they should be easier to swallow.”
It was all noise to Louka. He couldn’t tell one word from another with the pain in his head. However, he understood very clearly the position he was in after Master returned with three pill bottles and one box of pills. His eyes went wide as panic surrounded him.
No. No. No. No. It was a trick. The cake was a trick.
He didn’t want drugs. Now that he wasn’t with the nurses to protect him from Master, he was going to face punishment. Master wanted him drugged - that had to be it.
The more he thought, the more he worried, the more his head started to pound. He gripped the edges of his head, as though gripping that invisible band around his skull would relieve the pain. He was in too much pain. He couldn’t face his first day of service in such condition.
A soft voice brought him back.
“Hey, Lou, it’s okay.”
The voice was scratchy speaking so gently - probably from years of yelling. He sounded more congested and raspy than quiet, but there was an unmistakable tenderness between the difficulty and the rasps.
“Lou, are you back with me?”
“I’m sorry, Master.” It was the first thing that came to mind to say.
“You have absolutely nothing to apologize for, Lou.” He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, it hurts for me to speak quietly like that.” He spoke at a still quiet volume, but one that was more normal. “Lou, can you call me Sir Atticus instead? It would be a lot better than Master.”
Sir Atticus. He could do Sir Atticus.
Lou?
“Can you say it once for me, Lou?”
There was that name again. Lou.
“Sir Atticus.” Louka was scared as he said the words, but wouldn’t disobey a direct command from his owner.
He expected a frown, maybe a twisted, angry expression. However, Sir Atticus gave him a gentle, tired smile that reached his eyes. “You did a really good job, Lou.”
Louka glowed at the praise. He was doing well. He wasn’t bad. He wasn’t going to hurt.
“Now, I won’t make you take any of these if you don’t want to.” Sir Atticus pulled the pill bottles. “I’m going to explain what each one will do. Then you decide if you want it or not, okay? I want you to tell me what I’m going to do so I know that you understand.”
This, at least, felt familiar. “You’re going to tell me what each medicine will do, then I will tell you if I would like to take it or not, M- Sir Atticus.”
It was an illusion of choice. He couldn’t refuse any of the medication. He knew that much. However, Sir Atticus was at least happy with him. He would take the medicine and say anything he wanted him to so he would not be hurt.
“Okay, good.” Sir Atticus went to the first bottle. “This is propranolol. It’s going to help with your shaking and make it easier for you to do things. Do you want to take it, Lou?”
“Yes, Sir Atticus.”
Sir Atticus nodded and took one, tiny pill out of the bottle and placed it on the table. “I’m going to help you drink until we get you stable, so I’m putting the pills you’re going to take here, so you can see them all and know that I’m not going to give you anything you don’t know, okay?”
“Yes, Sir Atticus.”
He smiled at Louka. Louka was doing well again.
“Now, this is duloxetine. It’s going to help with your pain and also make you feel less sad and worried all the time. It’ll take a few weeks to start working, but will help you long-term. It can make your stomach upset, so I’m going to give you one of those pills I gave you at the hospital. Do you remember the ones that taste bad and melt in your mouth?”
Louka nodded.
“Okay, do you want to take them?”
“Yes, Sir Atticus.”
“Good.” He gave another one of his gentle smiles. “This is the last one. It’s called buspirone. It’ll help you with your anxiety, but it’ll probably make you a bit sleepy. You’ll need to take it a few times a day to have it work all the time. Do you want to take this one?”
“Yes, Sir Atticus.”
“Okay.” Sir Atticus let out a deep breath that confused Louka. “You’re doing really well, Lou.” He put the pills in Louka’s hand, leaving the little silver packet on the table. “Put them in your mouth and I’ll help you with your drink.” Louka did what he was told and Sir Atticus brought the glass of tea, hot but not too hot, to his lips for him to drink. He held it to his mouth until he’d drunk half the glass and the pills were safely down his throat. He then opened the blister with the pill he remembered from the hospital. After it dissolved in his mouth, Sir atticus helped him drink again.
“Okay, good job, Lou. I want you to try sleeping some. You’re probably very tired and need rest to heal your head. I have a room for you. I won’t go in. I’ll show you where it is, then I’m going to come back down here. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir Atticus. You’ll show me my room so I can rest, then you’ll leave.”
“Yes, good.” Atticus used his crutch to stand up, then motioned for Louka to follow him up the stairs.
Louka wasn’t sure if the medicine was working extraordinarily quickly, but he was relaxed enough to not panic as he followed Sir Atticus up the stairs as he made his way up slowly with his crutch. Just as he’d said, he showed Louka his room, then turned around.
It wasn’t the biggest room ever, but it had its own, private bathroom, shower, closet, and, of course, a double bed with a heavy duvet cover. A pair of boxers, some flannel sleeping pants, and a cotton shirt. He was quick to change into it, thankful for clean clothes that weren’t the scratchy military fabric he was given before.
The duvet was warm and heavy in the best way possible. Louka felt a warm wave of sleep wash over his body as his eyelids felt heavy and he found himself drifting into a pleasant, gentle sleep.
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Atticus didn’t really know what he was expecting when he took Louka in. He knew the man would be terrified, of course. But, the nurses seemed to be understating the extent of his anxiety when they explained it to him.
Atticus was infinitely thankful for Louka to be asleep so he could take a moment to himself. He needed to gain his composure. He couldn’t help Louka if he was in a horrible mental state and, admittedly, he had no clue what he was getting himself into.
Back to the coffee cake and tea that was now cold in the living room, Atticus ate and decided on a book to read to help pass the time. Whenever he wasn’t doing something, Atticus found himself at a loss of what to do. It’d been years since he completed his degree. He thought about taking a walk to the town about thirty minutes away, but realized with his hip that it was a horrible idea. Anyway, there was no guarantee a town so small would carry any journals of interest. Maybe he’d call someone about getting them posted to his home.
Soon enough, he found himself in the kitchen, staring at the food. Maybe the trip to the town wasn’t such a bad idea. He could pick up some cookbooks there and start practicing his craft. However, as he shifted to look under the sink at what was in the cabinet, his hip audibly cracked and pain shot through his leg. Atticus wasn’t used to his condition and being stuck between needing physical activity and needing rest was just protracting his recovery.
He finally settled on a series of philosophy books. He’d been forced to take philosophy in his officer’s school, but never really paid attention. However, he soon realized why he hadn’t. It gave him far too much anxiety, especially only a month fresh off deployment, to question the purpose of life.
Instead, he settled on some classics. Atticus regretted never reading the classics. His school wasn’t for those going into academia - classics weren’t given much mind. They focused on teaching him the important parts of his job as a miner. Reading and writing came second.
Thus, a sort of pattern formed. Louka would come down around the same time as Atticus. Atticus would negotiate the pills with him, reminding him of his freedom of choice, then would help him eat breakfast.
The medicine for his tremors were making a huge difference. By the third day, Louka was steady enough to hold a fork on his own. The fifth, he could hold a glass without help. Every time Louka made a little stride like that, Atticus felt a little pang of pride in his heart, like watching a little brother overcome something that had scared him.
Of course, Louka was forcing Atticus to do a lot of things he didn’t like. Atticus knew that Louka needed some degree of normalcy while he introduced humanity back into his life. The biggest problem, he found, was Louka’s silence. He would sit quietly by Atticus, waiting for orders and exuding anxiety until Atticus said something to him.
Atticus had been in the military for eight years and sometimes found himself missing it. He soon realized, though, that now that he’d left, there was no going back. Nothing showed him that more than Louka. Atticus found himself uncomfortable with Louka calling him “Sir Atticus.” It was far less formal than “Colonel” or “Dufort” but felt so much more out of place.
He also found himself unable to give Louka orders. Atticus found it absurd! A Colonel who couldn’t give orders to someone who wanted them more than anything. Ridiculous.
Atticus soon realized that Louka didn’t take care of himself. That fifth day, he’d come to understand that Louka hadn’t showered or brushed his teeth since coming to his home. He knew he needed to have Louka washed and have his teeth brushed so he wouldn’t have cavities. The process, though, was going to be difficult.
“Louka, do you need help bathing?”
When Atticus brought it up over his book and fruit tea, Louka flinched, then froze.
“I- uh, yes, Sir Atticus.”
Atticus paused and tried to think of how to ask his question. “Can you tell me why?”
Louka was quiet, with that anxious look on his face. Atticus had long gotten used to it. He was trapped between wanting to listen to Atticus and wanting to keep his privacy. It was an infinitely frustrating cycle for Atticus. He wanted Louka to have his privacy, but some things he just needed to know. Like, why his new house guest wasn’t showering or brushing his teeth. If it was a problem, he wanted to help Louka instead of having him develop cavities and skin infections.
“The water here is cold, Sir Atticus. Very cold. It hurts my wounds, Sir Atticus. I’m sorry, Sir Atticus. I know it’s unacceptable for me to be in this condition. If I am too disgusting, I understand that I should endure a punishment.”
Atticus still managed to be taken aback. “You… shower with cold water?”
“Yes, Sir Atticus. Warm baths are a gift, Sir Atticus.”
Atticus took a deep breath. “You are to shower with whatever temperature water you’d like, Lou.” Closing his eyes quietly, he thought of what to say next. “Please, go take a quick shower. A warm one. We need to re-dress your wounds. If you haven’t been showering, they could get infected.”
Louka looked absolutely downcast. “I-I’m sorry, Sir Atticus.”
Atticus summoned that unfamiliar gentleness into his voice once again. “It’s okay, Lou. You’re doing well.”
This time, Louka didn’t believe him. He just quietly bowed his head as he walked up the stairs.
Louka did his very best to do exactly what was told of him. Touching the water in the shower was a terrifying venture. He adjusted it to what he felt was “warm” then hopped in. Sir Atticus had told him to take a quick shower. He was disgusted with Louka’s condition.
The truth was, though he was using cold water and it was difficult, he’d tried to shower the first time and had gotten thrown into a violent flashback. Looking down at himself, he easily remembered why. Wounds had begun to transition to scars, blemishes in his flesh like the brand that had healed away five years ago. Tears flooded his eyes, but he persisted. He needed to be good. He needed to listen for once in his life.
However, the longer he spent, the longer he felt those thoughts coming back. He was disgusting. He was trying so hard every day. Why was he never enough? Why did he have to be so strong all the time? Why was being weak punished so harshly?
I’ll break every bone in your body.
I’ll never let you go.
You’re fucking pathetic. You’re good for nothing. What do you use those hands of yours for anyway?
Hmm, do you really need those ears since you don’t seem to listen to anything?
More and more thoughts overwhelmed him as he tried, failing, to compose himself to see Sir Atticus. Kind Sir Atticus who refused to hurt him but was surely one bad day away from it.
As he came down the stairs with eyes full of tears, ears full of insults, body full of hands, and nose full of the smell of burnt flesh, Louka had to turn to face Sir Atticus.
For once, he didn’t care. He wanted the thoughts gone. If anything, the inevitable punishment for his decrepit state would be a relief, some sense of normalcy.
“Lou, are you okay? Did something happen?”
Sir Atticus hurried to get up, best he could with his bad hip, and walk over to Louka. Yes, he would cry and show his weakness. He needed the abuse.
Louka shook his head. He wasn’t okay. He needed the relief.
Instead of a hand across his face, Louka found that Sir Atticus had pulled him into a tight hug, hand gently combing his hair.
“Please don’t break me. I’ll be good forever, Sir Atticus. I’ll accept whatever punishment you have for this, but I promise, I promise I’m-”
Sir Atticus pulled him tighter, balancing his own weight with Louka’s, and shushed him. “I told you, you’ll never have to hurt again, Lou. Just let it out. You don’t need to explain.”
It was a command, one Louka would obey. He went quiet and allowed himself to crumple into Atticus as he moved them both to the couch and held him close, closer than anyone had before.
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captainstiddies · 3 years
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Little One ; Lawyer! Levi Ackerman x Fem!Reader
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a/n: this is my first time in like years posting smut so be gentle lol, but massive thank you to @illumisbundles for being my test dummy and helping with the title and everything love u!!
universe: modern, lawyer! Levi
pairing: Levi Ackerman x fem!reader
warnings: SMUT MINORS DON'T INTERACT LIKE AT ALL, jealous!Levi, edging, dacryphilia, slight overstim, daddy kink, dom!Levi
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Levi was always incredibly formal, always a firm handshake and a cordial nod at these types of events. He always had a firm hand on your back leading you through the crowds of people at the annual gala. He was already so stand-offish on the day to day but having to be surrounded by every single one of his rich clients whose only problem was picking which summer home to visit this year was headache-inducing. Having you by his side, however, made it so much more manageable. The way you could navigate any conversation with a graceful smile while always finding a quick way out, made these events much more pleasing for the lawyer.
He tapped your back twice signalling silently that he was going to get a refill on drinks and you nodded pressing a kiss against his temple as he walked towards the bar. Leaving you standing at a small table by yourself, it wasn't long until one of his interns had approached you sparking up a lively conversation. At first, it wasn't a big deal you learned his name was Eren Yaeger and it was his first gala and he at first just seemed nervous until you could tell he started leaning in a little closer, complimenting your 'form'. And when you met eyes with your boyfriend across the room you could see him seething.
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Even with how logical Levi was he couldn't help how jealous he became whenever he saw someone flirting with you. Especially when they were almost a good foot taller than him and still taller than you in your heels. He stalked back towards you and by the time Eren even noticed you weren't interested Levi was beside you again this time his hand was gripping your waist, bunching the fabric of your dress. "Yaeger, don't you have better things to do than annoy her?" His stern voice could've made Eren shit in his pants if he hadn't rented the tux, so he almost ran away from the table.
Turning towards Levi you went to speak but instead, you were met with that look in his eyes that already had heat pooling between your legs. "Downstairs, get the car I'll be down in five minutes." With that, he kisses your cheek walking to Erwin to make some excuse that you both have to leave, and without a second thought, you gather your coat and clutch and head towards the elevator.
Your crossed legs bounced as you waited in the backseat of the car, the driver simply smoking as he leant against the wall. You on the other hand couldn't seem to relax knowing exactly what punishment you were going to be given. When the driver swung open his door you jolted upright and less than a second later Levi slid into the seat beside you adjusting his jacket and tapping on the divider signalling to the chauffer to leave. For most of the ride Levi's silent, his hand placed firmly on your thigh squeezing just enough to remind you what you were in for when you got home.
The minute Levi let you into your condo he pulled you into a searing kiss, his hands gripping your hair before he pushes you against the wall. "Levi..." His glare silences you before you can continue before picking you up by your thighs, instinctively causing your legs to wrap around his waist. Levi's lips attach to the soft skin of your neck, sucking and biting harshly intent on leaving marks in his wake. He carried you to your bedroom before letting you fall onto the sheets and Levi had to admit he loved seeing you like this, dress up over your hips, lipstick smudged across your mouth, your heaving chest showcasing the already developing array of reds and purples marks along your neck.
His hands came to run along the skin of your thighs as he sighed. "Oh angel, do you know how much Yaeger truly angers me? He acts like everything belongs to him, and you played right into that didn't ya?" His eyebrow cocked as he looked down at you but all you could focus on was the feeling of his index finger ghosting over your clothed pussy. "Answer me." His command is followed by a swift slap to the outside of your thigh, watching as the skin jiggled. "No! No, I swear Daddy." He tsked at your pathetic plea before finally rubbing against your clit through your panties eliciting a moan to fall from your lips. "Little one, don't lie, I know exactly what you did, you showed him just how low cut that dress was, you let him think he could have you but no. You're mine." Pushing your panties to the side he slid his fingers into your already slick core, curling against the spongey spot inside of you. Setting an intense pace he leaned over you.
"Say it, don't make me ask twice angel." Levi's hot breath against your ear sent a shiver down your spine. "I'm yours, all yours, please I'm all yours-Please." You begged a hand going to his shoulder to steady yourself as the heel of his hand hit against your clit eliciting a lewd moan to leave your lips. Levi snickered as he lowered to his knees. "Use your words little one." He knew you like the back of his hand he knew from the minute he entered the car he knew he had you all riled up the way each time he squeezed your thigh a little harder and you would jump. Now even with his fingers knuckle deep inside you he could read you like a book the way you rolled your hips at each curl of his fingers or the shiver and whine that came from him blowing cool air against your skin.
"I want your mouth, hnn Daddy please i-I'll be good I promise." Your voice hitched as he pulled his fingers from inside you, a whine leaving you as Levi hooked his fingers into the band of your panties pulling them down and throwing them over his shoulder the smirk never left his lips nor did his eyes ever leave yours as he lowered his mouth to your now soaked pussy. He blew cold air against your clit causing you to jolt and whine out for him a hand going to his hair before Levi grabbed your wrist. "Hands above your head angel, one-touch and you won't cum for the rest of the fucking week." You did what you were told and when he was satisfied he sucked your clit into his mouth causing a loud moan to leave your lips gripping tightly at the sheets above your head, back arching as he continued his assault on your clit.
Levi slid his fingers back into your aching core curling up against your g-spot. You were getting close and he could tell from the way you clenched around his fingers at each thrust and from how desperately you were clinging onto the sheets trying to be his good girl."'M so close daddy- Fuck! So close so fucking close, please!" Sadly, your cries fell on deaf ears as you felt the knot tighten in your stomach until Levi pulled away completely. "Bad girls don't get to cum."
Levi continued his attack on your pussy bring you to the edge over and over again until you were crying for him to just fuck you. You were a blubbering mess when he finally rose from his knees, from where he was standing he towered over you, was able to look over your naked form. The dress had been discarded almost ten minutes ago your body was twitching and shaking from the sheer amount of times your orgasm had been ruined. Levi wiped your slick from his chin as he watched you pant. Your eyes glazed over with tears as he undid his belt and pulled his pants and boxers off. Levi slowly worked his hand along his cock, precum already slowly spilling from the swollen tip. Grabbing you from beneath your knees he pushed your legs against your chest, exposing your spasming pussy to him.
He pushed himself into your tight walls, a low groan came from his chest as he bottomed out. "Still so fucking tight angel, so fucking perfect." He started his pace slow and deep rolling his hips against yours every time, hitting your cervix with each roll. It didn't take long for that knot to tighten again inside you, Levi's lips met yours in a bruising kiss, you could still taste yourself on his tongue causing an almost pornographic moan to leave you. The second his free hand came to your clit rubbing hard and fast circles your hands flew to his shoulders. "Please, oh god! Please 'm gonna cum!" This time however he didn't pull away instead he moved his lips to your shoulder biting against the soft skin. A scream ripped through you as the white-hot of your orgasm moved through your body.
Watching you come undone just drove Levi crazy, his thrusts turned erratic as he came closer and closer to his own edge his fingers never stopping as he made you jolt from the overstimulation "No, no daddy, I can't." Your cries were masked by the absolutely lewd sounds coming from your pussy as Levi pistoned into you. "You've been begging to-fuck cum for an hour angel, Jesus Christ can't take another one?" his head fell forward resting his forehead against yours as he pressed further against your legs with his chest his free hand came to your neck squeezing it as he watched you cry from pleasure, the orgasm almost catching you by surprise. You clawed at his back as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.
Levi snapped his hips into you one more time as he let out a low groan quickly followed by thick hot spurts of cum. Pulling out he watched as a mixture of yours and his cum dripped from your fluttering and gaping hole. He was tempted to finger it back into you, maybe if you got pregnant no one would ever act as if you were free to be picked up like a common whore. His eyes scanned up your body and landed on your tear-streaked face. "Little one, look at me... c'mon open those pretty eyes." He cupped your cheek, thumb brushing against the damp skin of your cheekbone. Slowly you opened your eyes a hand coming to rest on his. "There's my pretty girl." He cooed softly as he kissed your forehead. Standing up he went to the ensuite damping a towel for your face and another to clean you up. Pulling on a clean pair of boxers he sat beside you running the cool cloth against your skin cleaning you as best he could until your shower in the morning.
Once you were situated under the covers he pulled you into his side, pressing soft kisses along your hairline, rubbing gentle circles along your spine. "You were so good for me little one, I love you so much don't forget it ever, please." His voice was soft as he whispered against your skin. Sleepily you nodded, your body was still sore and would probably be tenfold in the morning. "Levi...I love you too, 'm not gonna leave you for some stupid intern, you know that right?" It was his turn to nod, reaching over to turn off the table lamp. "I know angel, sleep now. You need to rest."
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yunhosthetic · 3 years
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[3:38 a.m.]
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pairing: san x seosang
top: san
bottom: yeosang
genre: smut
words: 1463
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yeosang mumbled to himself while staring at his computer screen. he took a quick sip of his cappuccino and shook his head.
"nope. it doesn't sound genuine enough," he sighed in disbelief and tapped the backspace key a few times to clear out the words he had typed.
waking up at three in the morning with a house full of seven crack heads is the worst decision yeosang has ever made. he would sit in his room writing a fanfic about two male kpop idols being a couple. he wouldn't talk about it to anyone. not even to wooyoung, his roommate.
the blonde yawned out of boredom and being tired and lightly scratched his cheek. looked at the time on the corner of his computer screen.
"three thirty-eight... and i still haven't posted anything in my writing account for a month, except for silly life updates," yeosang complained then closed his laptop and set it under his bed.
"i'm going to grab something to eat really quick. i'm hungry. maybe get another cup of cappuccino while i'm at it."
he quietly left the room and tip-toed to the kitchen. once yeosang made it there, he opened the cabinet of snacks and grabbed his two packs of dried, sea salted seaweed. he opened the other cabinet that was filled with coffee mugs of all kind. some being LGBT and BT21.
yeosang grabbed the shooky mug and set it on the kitchen counter. he opened the bin of coffee beans and poured a cup into the coffee machine, thankful that it wasn't empty. seonghwa and mingi went out grocery shopping recently and hongjoong, san, and wooyoung restocked everything after their necessary walmart run.
while turning on the grinding button, he heard soft taps from the hallway. a tired groaned followed by it.
"sangie," a voice groaned, sounding a little annoyed from the coffee machine being on, "we can't have coffee until six. what are you doing up at this time?"
yeosang looked over his shoulder to san. san was his best friend for five years and his lover for six months. the two met in high school months before graduation and college orientation. san was never the one to make fun of yeosang, unless he's done something weird or being effortlessly funny towards the roommates, and he can let someone be themselves.
he cleared his throat and added water to the boiling water kettle, making a cup for himself.
"i can't sleep. once i'm up, i have to do something like making coffee," the blonde simply answered, cautiously pouring water into the grinded coffee and mixing it with a spoon.
"it's been like for years. i tried counting sheep, but i am an adult. none of that crap works unless it's booze."
san let out a quiet chuckle and took a seat at the kitchen counter.
"well, you have me. you could've just asked for some cuddles. we all know you don't drink. you're a light weight for fuck sakes," he reminded.
"you never had a drink before. not even a fake daiquiri."
"and i don't plan to any time soon. i will forever be an uber to all of you drinkers, including jongho," the older added then stretched and rolled his shoulders while the coffee was brewing into the coffee jar.
"ouch. that hurts my feelings, sangie," san teased, getting up from the stool and walking over to the male. he circled his arms on yeosang's waist and swayed him to side to side, smiling fondly.
a deep red blush covered yeosang's face. he could feel one of san's hands going under his shirt, and his thumb gently pressed against yeosang's nipple, which caused him to let out a soft gasp and closed his eyes.
"s-san, baby, what're you — w-we can't. not right n-now," he whispered helplessly while san placed soft kisses on his neck and shoulder.
"please, yeosang. it's been weeks that we've done it. you've been avoiding me for too long, baby," the other whispered back.
the black and red haired male turned off the coffee machine and pressed his body against yeosang, his chest touching his back as his other hand pulled yeosang's pink lace panties down to his lower thighs. san scooped him up and took him to his bedroom, his foot pushing the door closed once they were in.
the two began making out passionately. yeosang's back against the wall while san held his wrists pin above his head with hand. yeosang moaned when felt precum dripping out of his tip.
"sannie, please, please," he whispered through the kiss as san pulled away to take yeosang's shirt off and cover his chest with hickeys and bites.
"come on, bunny. speak to me. what do you want me to do?"
yeosang felt chills going down on his back from the pet name. he has always been san's bunny. he was hardly a brat in the bed, unless he was impatient with the teasing.
"touch me, please. i need you inside me, san," he begged, rolling his hips against his boyfriend's.
"can i ride you, please? i've been good all day."
san groaned softly from the friction and nodded his head as his reply. how could he say no to an idea like that? what yeosang wants is what yeosang gets.
the couple pulled away and lied down on the bed. yeosang hurriedly took off san's sweatpants and boxers and handed him the condom. he stood on his patiently while san tore the package with his teeth and carefully slipped on the condom.
"are you prepped, bunny," he asked while yeosang sat on his lap and placed his hands on san's chest, straddling him.
"yes, i am. only for you, san."
"good job, bun. you're going to take my cock so well. you won't be walking for a week," san praised, making yeosang bite on his bottom at the idea.
yeosang positioned his hole to san's big cock and slowly slid down, letting out a broken moan. his nails dug onto san's skin while adjusting to his size. san held his waist and groaned at the friction.
maybe san was right. no. he was definitely. yeosang has been avoiding his and san's sexual needs for too long. all the working and errand runnings have took up so much of their time. they'll have to make it up by this and possibly going to breakfast and dinner.
"so tight ~ start moving, babe ~"
and yeosang did what he was told. he rode and bounced on san's cock like there was no tomorrow. the cal king size mattress squeaked, and head board thud against the wall over and over.
the two men were a hot mess. both of their sweaty bodies grinding up against each other, slobbily kissing and leaving marks on their skin that wouldn't leave in a day or two. san flipped yeosang and thrusted deeper inside him. his cock going in and out of yeosang's turning him on more and more till san hit yeosang's prostate.
"right there! right there, san! oh fuck~ 'm cumming," yeosang screamed in pure bliss, close to his orgasm.
a knot form inside san's stomach, and his thrusts became sloppy after giving yeosang permission. he came on his chest and stomach, tears staining the bed sheets. he spasm and panted softly. san pulled out and came into the condom.
"fuck... that was so great, honey. you did so well. let's get cleaned up before hyung catches us."
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san and yeosang slept in that morning, cuddling under the sheets and wearing new pajamas. the sun's ray seeped through the curtains. yeosang groggily opened his eyes and rubbed the sleep off his eyes. his brown orbs stared at san, who was peacefully asleep and had his arms on his waist.
"such a cutie," he whispered and heard a knock on the door.
yeosang slipped out of san's arms and stretched and cracked his knuckles. he walked to the door and opened it just to see jongho with a smug smirk.
"you forgot these panties, hyung," the youngest teased, holding the evidence in a plastic bag.
"i don't know if you know, but i'll say once for you horn dogs. these walls can talk. we heard every little thing."
yeosang blushed in embarrassment and sucked in his teeth. he grabbed his panties and closed the door. he rolled his eyes and turned to see san waking up and getting out of the bed.
"was that jongho? that little shit," san mumbled and sighed.
"where should we go for breakfast, bunny? it's on me today. "
"it doesn't matter. i just wanna spend time with you this week and next. forever actually."
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sagemusesoutloud · 3 years
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Anti-Romantic, Part 2
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(credit to the original owner of the image)
Character | Jaehyun x reader
Genre | nonidol!au, Mutual Pining, Slowburn, Fluff
WordCount | 2 K (bitesized for your convenience lol)
Author'sNote | I know this is kinda short, but I've decided not to rush the ending. I'm for sure not drag it out too much, but the slowburn reaaaally got to me and I ended up liking more than I orginially thought, so! I'll be back to post Part 3 tomorrow!
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
I know that you love me, It makes me deeply drunk
You’re like champagne, I shouldn’t do this
You’re at the base of the stairs to your apartment complex when he pulls up. The window on the passenger side rolls down.
“Hurry! I think they’re about to wash the machines at the ice cream shop!” he reaches over and opens your door while you grab your two bags and your pillow. You loved him, you really did, but he had the flattest, most uncomfortable pillows in the world in his guestroom.
“What? Why didn’t you stop there before picking me up? It’s not like you don’t know what I like.” You’re trying to move all your stuff to the backseat as he pulls away.
He sighs, “Thank you Jae, you’re so nice to pick me up,” he mutters. You’d be a bit apologetic if it wasn’t for the grin he was trying to hide. “I’ve already spent most of my ‘special’ day alone, thanks to someone who had to bail on me. I wanna spend the rest with you.”
“I knew it, it bothered you didn’t it?” You accused while fastening your seatbelt. “Next time, just tell me, I know it seems as if I know everything but I actually can’t read minds.” You knew he was just messing with you but for some reason his words cut at the guilty feeling you were trying to push away. “I actually got you something this time around, it’s why I wanted to see you before the day ended.”
Jae parks the car outside the shop before turning to you, “wait, did you really get me something?” You sigh, offended, “well, if you don’t want it or don’t like the idea of it, then I can still return it.”
“I just thought of you when I saw it…” crap, it’s too soon for you to go anywhere near that subject.
“That’s not what I meant,” he shakes his head, “It’s just been a while since we shared birthday gifts.” You look away from him. If he kept this up, you’ll start to regret calling him. Your hands were slightly shaking with the effort of not reaching over and pouring all your feelings into him. Unlike what you’re used to, he was dressed down with a simple t-shirt and grey sweats. He looked so soft, and domestic. You hated how much you loved it. At least for work, you had both always been professionally dressed, which was a nice barrier for your thoughts. If you dressed professional, you felt professional. This helped control your thoughts. But now that you were here with him, it was definitely harder to keep track of your thoughts.
Today was a day for him, not for you. You took in a deep breath as you turn to look at the shop. It looked like they were getting ready to start closing duties. Even if you weren’t looking at him, you could feel your heart race with acute awareness to his proximity in the small car. He was waiting for a response.
You open your door, “yeah well…if we don’t hurry, we won’t get those diabetes-inducing bombs you’re so fond of. And this all would have been for naught.” You needed to get a grip, fast.
I can clearly see the end, Worse than a hangover
It will be hard, Now, Just end it somewhere here
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“I can’t believe you told them it was my birthday,” he groaned, pushing off his shoes at the door. You followed suit.
“Of course I did, it meant free goodies!” You raise the plastic bag with macarons. “It just sucks that they’re all valentine’s themed.” You make your way to the kitchen to put away the snacks you brought, dumping your overnight bag at the door of the guestroom. Maybe if you kept the heart-shaped gift out of sight, it won’t make you as nervous with him.
“I brought your fave by the way, chocolate covered almonds and gummy bears,” you call out. He appears in the kitchen, hair out of his way with a headband. Be still my heart, you thought. You decide to hyper-focus on placing some snacks on a plate to bring to the living room.
“So, what’s the plan?” He reaches over you to grab a water bottle from the fridge, brushing your hip with his front. No no no no no no no!
Was he teasing you? You knew that your face would give you away, you could feel how warm your ears and cheeks were. You hated how honest your face was, and it didn’t help that Jae knew you like the back of his hand. Maybe this is how he is nowadays? Flirty and confident? You’d be lying if you didn’t find it attractive, but not when his attention was only directed at you. You felt like you were slowly suffocating but even that wouldn’t stop the warm light that seemed to burst from your chest.
It seemed so easy to pretend you were closer to him, to pretend this happened all the time. That you were close enough to reciprocate his flirty actions.
“uh, em,” you clear your throat, “actually, I remembered you wanting to see that movie last time we hung out. I have it ready in my apple tv account.” You back away with the tray, “can you also grab me a water?” your throat was suddenly parched.
You settle in the couch, grabbing the throw blanket behind you. Any physical barrier you could place between you, you’d take it gratefully. “You remembered? That was almost three months ago, when the trailer came out.” He handed you your water and grabbed at the corner of the blanket nearest to him, covering himself with it and moving closer to you so that you both could fit under it.
“Jae, there’s another blanket on your side of the couch,” you wanted to feel embarrassed but you just felt an unexpected giddy feeling at him wanting to be near you. “Yeah but it’s my birthday and this blanket is my favorite,” he says as he pulls you closer and wraps his arm behind you on the couch.
“here, put in your credentials so we can start the movie,” he hands you the remote.
You suddenly thank your lucky stars that the movie was an action packed one and not a romantic one. You couldn’t help but sink further into his side, wanting to be comfortable. As the movie starts, he takes the remote from your hand and wraps your arm around him. “I’m cold, keep me warm,” he mutters. Oh sweet Jesus.
Back in the day, this wouldn’t have been something new. Your friends knew you were very heavy with the affectionate touches. A hug, sharing seats, even holding hands. You never shied away from it because it was part of how you showed your friends that you loved them. Some of your friends were also this way, so it was never weird. But now that you’re older, and now that it’s been a long long time since you’ve been close to someone else, the once innocent touches Jae was giving you felt like hot brands across your shoulders and under your arm. If you focused enough, you could feel his hard work at the gym in the way your softness gave way to the hard contours of his leg that pressed against yours and how your shoulder leaned against his chest.
This was going to be a long movie.
You prayed that Jae wouldn’t ask you what the movie was about, you only had enough sanity to pay attention to the first fifteen minutes. It was all a blur after Jae pulled you half over on his lap, “you’re hogging the blanket, move over,” was the only excuse he gave.
Now, your legs were tangled with his and you sat almost on his lap, his arms encircling you from behind. He felt so soft and every little movement made your skin break out in goosebumps. You felt like a live wire about to explode.
“D-did you like it?” you started shifting to the side so you could face him but he held you tighter in place, resting his chin on your shoulder. “yeah, it was pretty good, we have to wait for the end credits though. I heard that they’re starting to give hints about The Eternals.”
“Did you like it?” he squeezes your middle.
Did you? You’re not sure, but you sure as hell loved the attention you were getting for the past two and half hours. “Yeah, all Marvel movies are great,” you finally concede.
“Wanna watch another one? You can pick this time,” his hand started tracing through your arm as you waited for the stupid end scene that was taking too long to start. Is it getting hot in here?
“Sure, whatever you want,” you mutter. He could have asked you for the most ridiculous thing and you would have still agreed to it.
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Jae wakes with a start, the room was dark, the only light came from the still on TV. A show was playing softly, the clock under the tv read 3:45 am. He felt pretty hot, was the A/C not working?
He begins to shift when he realizes the position you both are in. Your legs were still tangled together, as if unconsciously refusing to let go of the proximity. You gripped his shoulder, your breath hitting his neck as you slept soundly on top of him. God, if this is a dream, let me never wake up, he thinks.
He usually hates being too close to someone, any sort of intimacy was bad news to Jaehyun. Either emotionally or physically, he kept everyone at a distance because he had seen it too often. How people settled for something they weren’t sure of and hurting those involved. He was aware he was too logical sometimes, but it’s what he knew to protect himself. Moments like these, they only lead to expectations and empty feelings, leaving behind only pain that even time couldn’t heal sometimes.
But why was he finding it so hard to untangle himself from your embrace? He should go to his bed and sleep comfortably, but at the same time, having you in his arms felt just right. Like two pieces of a puzzle finally coming together.
He could smell the light scent that was you and it almost made him squeeze you closer, as if it was possible. You smelled of spring, a light floral scent that reminded him of better days.
He was glad he woke up, he was going to enjoy every second of peace this brought him. He would store it in a little box and hold on tightly when the cold reality came back. As he fought with his drowsiness, he felt you nestle closer. He kissed the crown of your head as he finally gave in to sleep. I hope I dream of you… If this was love, he finally understood why sometimes the pain was worth a shot.
So stupid, sweet love song, extravagant rom-com
As much as I was happy, on the receipt there’s a red line
EndNote | I know this chapter was pretty short. In all honesty, I had written something else before deleting it entirely and starting again, but I really like the direction the story is going now. Hopefully I can update Part 3 tomorrow, but I'm really excited about it!
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alina-yol-ramsey · 3 years
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Blurry Night
Summary: Ethan sees MC 3 years after their breakup. Written completely from Ethan's POV.
Book/Pairing: Open Heart/ Ethan Ramsey x F!MC
Rating: teen
Word Count: 1.1k
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As he makes his way to the bar his eyelids feel heavy and his head hurts. He starts questioning himself why is he even going for more Scotch but he doesn't stop himself.
Ethan doesn't like the music here and the place is too crowded for his liking but he has no intention to leave.
He orders two glasses of his favorite drink and starts observing people around him. Too many young people with a bad taste in both music and drinks. He feels sorry for them.
He empties his glass in one sip and then sees her. Or maybe that isn't her, he isn't sure because in the last three years her face was at the bottom of every glass he emptied. He looks again in her direction and he is sure now. That is her, his Alina.
Her red dress is shimmering under the lights. He’d never seen anything so breathtakingly beautiful.
All he could do is stare.
And it doesn't matter that in a few hours he will come back to his empty apartment and lay back in his cold bed alone again. She is here now, maybe in a distance but closer than in the last three years, and for Ethan that is enough.
She is so rare.
So magnetic.
So not his anymore.
A tall blonde guy hugged her from behind. She probably shivered slightly when she felt his touch. And then she kissed him.
Ethan feels strong aching in his stomach. It's so painful to be away from her and watch her with another man.
He isn't even her type. His hair is blonde and she likes dark-haired men. Or maybe that was only because of him. Before he broke her heart.
He takes a big sip of Scotch from his glass and continues watching them from distance.
His hand rests perfectly on her hip and her hands are in his hair. Maybe she really likes blonde-haired men now.
He probably said something funny because her smile is twice as wide as it was a moment ago.
He wonders does she still smell like vanilla and how do her lips taste now?
He misses her. And not just because she is here with another man. He misses her like he lost all the things he loves in life all at once the moment he let her go. He misses how it felt to have her hand in his. Or her lips on his lips. But most of all he misses her irresistible laugh. It is that kind of laugh that could make anyone fall in love with her. Ethan can't help but wonder how long it took her to forget all those little things she loved about him?
He could not remember the names or faces of the women he had been with before and after her. As if everything else is blurry and she is crystal clear.
After her, he could not fall in love. He always compared the feeling she aroused in him and wondered why no one else had succeeded the same.
There is still only one touch engraved in his skin. Soft and gentle like the touch of cashmere. Hers.
He remembers how one night she whispered in his ear that she wants to be the last one he loves. And she is.
He closes his eyes and sees her with messy hair, and half-open full lips. She looks like a goddess when she creates a mess in his bed. Then he opens his eyes and sees her kissing that blonde guy again.
Ethan is so drunk and jealous at the same time.
Dangerous combination.
If only he can blame her for leaving, but he can't.
He is still hopelessly in love with her. He realizes.
It was easy to remember that night in his apartment - eating dinner together and denying that their ending wasn't there in front of them.
His heart slams against his ribs.
God, she loved me. He thinks. She fucking loved me.
He wants that she looks at him like she is now looking at that blonde guy. With her sparkling gentle eyes. The most mesmerizing green color he could imagine. But would she love his, not blue anymore but the strange color of grey?
Probably not.
Ethan loosens his tie and rolls his sleeves up. It is so hot here. And he is not sure is it just because of too much Scotch, jealousy, or presence of her. Maybe it is a mix of all of it.
He wants to scream and yell that she is his. Always was, always will be. He feels the urge to take her hand in his and leave this bustling place with her. He wants to take her home and show her how much he missed her, and how every room in his apartment missed her too.
But he decides to leave. He saw enough. She is happy. Probably the happiest she has ever been. Why would she want him back?
Ethan throws one last glance at her. She is the most beautiful woman in this room. Damn it. She is the most beautiful woman that ever entered this place.
He makes his way to the exit and then hears a familiar voice behind him.
"Ethan."
Ethan swiftly puts his hand on the other side of the bed.
It is warm.
He feels relieved. It had all just been a bad dream.
Then he opens his eyes and sees Alina looking at him confused with her big green eyes. The light coming from the windows illuminates her hair, which now looks even more golden.
He smiles looking at the view in front of him.
A small beautiful figure sitting in front of him wearing nothing but his white shirt and with nothing but the love in her eyes.
"It never takes you so long to wake up," Alina smiles at him, "I made us pancakes for breakfast."
He places his hand on the back of her neck and pulls her toward him. And kisses her as if nothing in life he wants more than her.
"I love mornings like this," he whispers after breaking the kiss, "with you by my side."
"I think you need to get used to it because I plan to spend even more time here."
"What do you say about canceling our dinner reservation for tonight and we just stay here instead. I'll cook us something and we can spend the whole night here, alone," Ethan suggests.
"I say it is a perfect idea."
Suddenly the room is filled with her laughter, he’s covered with her vanilla-scented hair, and he doesn't have to wonder how her lips taste anymore.
She is his.
Notes: Thanks for reading my first ever posted fic ♥
@openheartfanfics @choicesficwriterscreations
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sicjimin · 3 years
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A.N : another spontaneous nonsense at 1am bc im scared to sleep again lol .. im sorry for posting ab mpreg again . might regret this post in the morning :D
TW : emeto, mpreg
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Jimin pants heavily, his breathe trickling against the calm water below him. He squeezes his eyes shut as he's riding the sloshing in his stomach. Nausea that has been bugging him since the moment he wakes up, becomes overwhelming now. He spits the thick saliva that dangling on his lips, before brushing his hair back and lean tiredly on the toilet seat. He slips one of his hands under Yoongi's sweater that has been his since their early relationships, rubbing a circle pattern against it. It's comforting, almost calming, if it wasn't for the fact that nausea has been getting worse. He groans, propping himself back facing the bowl, his hand brushing his black hair back as it has been growing longer, before a gag leaves his mouth, followed by another. His hands are starting to tremble as his stomach continues to roil and churn.
"Uuurrkk-", Jimin jolts forward as his stomach clenches. Warm chunky liquid sliding up from his throat and splashing loudly to the bowl. The sound is loud and clear as Jimin retches again.
Tears spring out of his eyes, and Jimin can feel his whole body shaking. His eyes flutter shut again as he grips onto the edge of the toilet seat tightly, steadying himself as his body keep heaving more and more of his dinner last night down to the toilet. The sickly sweet smell of vomit hitting his nose and Jimin gags again.
He coughs, spitting into the toilet when he feels there's nothing more to bring. Jimin leans over the side of the toilet seat, wipes away his sweat from his forehead with his sleeve as a wave of dizziness takes over his body. He flushes the toilet, grimace when he sees it filled with brown half-disgested food. The sight making his stomach twist. He closes his eyes, resting his head on the toilet seat, breathing deeply as he tries his hardest not to throw up again.
Jimin groans when he feels his phone vibrates in his pocket. The familiar ringtone filling the silent bathroom.
"Yoongi-hyung calling..."
Jimin slides the phone button.
"Hello, Jimin-ah?"
"Hm...Hyung" Jimin hums softly.
"Is everything alright? You sound really weak.." Yoongi asks concerned.
Jimin sniffles, trying to keep his sobs at bay. His hand rests on his stomach, rubbing it soothingly. He could feel newfound nausea pooling there.
"I just puked" Jimin mumbles.
"Is it your morning sickness again?" Yoongi asks worriedly.
"I don't know .. maybe. I woke up already feeling nauseous. I was trying to make breakfast but— ", Jimin pauses as another wave of nausea hits him, "—oh my god, wait hyung"
Jimin scrambles back to the toilet, not registering Yoongi that frantically asking from the other side as he burp out water. Another wave follows after as Jimin hurls once more. Tears stream down his cheeks while he gasps for air.
He feels like crap.
"Jimin-ah? Are you sick again?", Yoongi asks through the phone, worry evident in his tone.
"Nn... Uuurrkk-" Jimin tries to say but another wave of nausea hits him. He doubles over once more.
"I'm coming home"
"What? No!", Jimin chokes out when his stomach stops clenching. He could faintly hear shuffling in the background and Yoongi talking to someone.
" Hyung, you dont need to come, i will be fine", Jimin says as he flushes his vomit. Lifting himself from the floor and rinse his mouth. He's sure he's already empty and won't throw anything up, at least for the few hours.
"Yeah, well i'm leaving anyway". Yoongi answers.
"But hyung! I'll be fine!" Jimin cries.
"No, see you!"
Yoongi hangs up on Jimin and Jimin stares at the blank screen for a moment, before placing the phone down and leaning against the sink, sighing. But he can help a tug on his corner lips, knowing that his boyfriend gonna come home soon.
Jimin turns off the tap and walks back to the bedroom, curling himself small under the covers.
🥟 🥟 🥟
Yoongi pulls into the driveway and parks his car. Shuffling his feet to their apartment door and push the code. 9395, before it beep and opened.
"Jimin-ah?", Yoongi calls out.
He walks further into their apartment, looking around until his gaze lands on his boyfriend, lying curled up in bed. Yoongi sighs, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He kneels beside Jimin, taking the younger features. His cheeks flushed, and there are tears stained. Yoongi shakes his head, pulling back a strand of Jimin's hair.
"Hey wake up", Yoongi whispers gently and Jimin groans. "Come on"
Jimin sits up, wiping his eyes before sitting beside him and leaning into Yoongi's side, snuggling close to his chest. "Hyung" he whines. Yoongi runs a hand through Jimin's hair, "How are you feeling?"
"Nauseous", Jimin replies, sniffling. Yoongi nods.
"Have you eat anything?"
"No, i'm afraid i will throw it back up. I don't want to throw up again", Jimin admits, voice raspy and husky. Yoongi purses his lips, looking down as his thumb smooths across Jimin's cheek, before Jimin looks up at him, smiling weakly. Yoongi chuckles.
"But you need to eat baby, you had another person to feed now"
Jimin pouts.
"What if i cook for you? What do you want?" Yoongi asks. Jimin shrugs, "Anything. Really, but maybe something light. I don't know if i can handle rice"
Yoongi nods, offering his palm for Jimin to takes as they head downstairs. Jimin sits on the stool, resting his head on his palms as he watched Yoongi moved swiftly into the kitchen. Light conversation falls between them, mostly from Yoongi, as he's the one that goes out and interacting with people today. Jimin hums, giving in response once in a while.
"Here, eat up"
Yoongi tells him, placing a plate with some rice, and some broth on the counter in front of him. Jimin peeks up, seeing the steaming hot meal on the counter and smiles, before reaching out to take a bite. A sigh slipping past his lips. Yoongi laughs lightly before kissing Jimin's forehead lightly.
"Is it okay?" Yoongi asks, Jimin nods quietly, swallowing a piece of meat in his mouth. He hums appreciatively. Yoongi smiles.
After about ten minutes, Jimin was already more than halfway through the soup, that his stomach decided to churn again. He quickly puts his chopsticks down, his hand going straight to his stomach, fingers squeezing it in an attempt to hold back the sickness he feels rising up. Yoongi notices Jimin's tensed posture and quickly comes towards him.
"Are you feeling sick again?" He asks.
"Yes, a little..." Jimin replies.
Yoongi frowns, pulling the bowl out and grabbing Jimin's arm, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. He moves his hand to cover the top of Jimin's belly. "Are you gonna have another round?"
Jimin nods, biting his lip. "I think .. i don't know. I hope this one is just a fluke", he grunts, holding his stomach.
Yoongi stands up, offering him a glass of water, " Here, drink it". Jimin takes the glass carefully, sipping at it slowly to give himself a chance to get used to it, to ease up his stomach and nausea. He sets it down again, staring at it and sighing heavily. He leans his forehead against Yoongi's crook. "I don't feel good"
"Hmm, i know", Yoongi murmurs. "You wanna lie down?"
Jimin shakes his head no, scrunched his face when a wave of nausea hits him, "It will make me more—", a burp escaped his lips, "—nauseous" he finishes.
Yoongi frowns, wrapping his arms tightly around Jimin. Pulling him close, resting his chin on the boy's head.
"Okay..."
They stay like that for a minute, only their steady breathing that could be heard, as Jimin is way too busy to keep his food down and Yoongi is busy rubbing his boyfriend tummy, giving it as much comfort as he can, hoping that the warmth from his palm could at least help.
"Hyung", Jimin breaks the silence between them, shifting uncomfortably on his seat. His hand pressing his lips to a thin line.
"...what is it?"
Jimin exhales deeply. "I want to puke, i don't think i can hold it anymore", he mumbles.
"Oh shit"
"I think i might throw up, now" Jimin adds. He doesn't feel any better yet. He wants to cry. The feeling of wanting to be sick still lingers inside of him and every time he thinks about it, he gets a horrible taste in his mouth.
"Do you want me to go grab you something to throw up in?", Yoongi worriedly asks. Jimin shakes his head.
"Bathroom .. please .. ", he decides.
As he gets up, nausea hits him once more. He clutches onto the counter in an attempt to remain upright. Yoongi rushes by him, helping him to stay upright, " Slowly baby"
Jimin swallows hard, nodding. He slowly makes his way towards the bathroom, his steps slow and sluggish. Yoongi's hands linger around his waist, keeping him stable and safe.
It was only few steps left, or to be frank, they have already reached the bathroom door, when Jimin's stomach lets go. The sound of gag and chunky liquid splatters against the floor echoing throughout the hallway. Yoongi rubs soothing circles into his lower back, supporting his weight. Jimin was sure he heard Yoongi gasps and curses under his breath, but he didn't have time to ponder in it as his stomach let go of another stream rushing on his mouth, adding to the puddle below him.
Yoongi pulls himself back a little, avoiding it getting on his feet as Jimin bends forward further with heave, his face scrunching into a grimace. Yoongi rubs soft circles into Jimins shoulder and backs away as Jimin stands upright again. The boys face flushed red and sweaty.
"Fuck..", Jimin whispers, looking at the puddle of his food that lay on the floor.
"Shit, Jiminie, what happened?" Yoongi asks, worry lacing his tone.
"I dont know.." Jimin says, shaking his head. "I'm sorry hyung, i didn't mean to make a mess ... ", he whimpers as tears start stinging on the back of his eyes.
Yoongi reaches for his hand and squeezes it reassuringly.
"It's fine baby, its alright. It is just vomit"
Jimin huffs and wipes tears that managed to escaped, "Still..",
"Baby stop worrying about it so much. Come sit down", Yoongi says, leading Jimin to sit on the toilet lid. Jimin lets out a small sob, hiding his face against Yoongi's chest.
Yoongi strokes circles in his hair, running a hand up and down his spine, trying to help calm him down.
" Hyung .. i'm sorry", Jimin sobs.
Yoongi chuckles lightly, "Why are you apologizing?"
Jimin looks up at Yoongi. He sniffled.
"You're feel sick, and that's fine", Yoongi coos. "Now, are you feeling better or ...?"
Jimin shakes his head, "No .. i think i'm gonna puke again", he huffs, " 'm still queasy"
Yoongi nods understandingly and guided the younger in front of the toilet, lifting up the seat, "Let it out until you feel better", he suggests, rubbing Jimin's arm gently. Jimin nods, leaning over the toilet as Yoongi holds his hair up. Jimin throws up for a good five minutes after that, letting out everything he just ate,including Yoongi's soup that now floating on the toilet bowl.
" Okay .. i think i'm done hyung ..", Jimin coughs out weakly, his stomach still aching and his throat dry. He rests his forehead against the toilet bowl.
Yoongi rubs his back, "You're doing great, sweetheart", he murmurs. "Do you feel dizzy, or anything?"
"A little.."
"Okay. lets get you clean up. I will clean the ...", Yoongi trails off at the hallway that still had vomit. Jimin follows his gaze, almost gagging at the sight. " I can help you clean that hyung .. i'm sorry"
Yoongi flicks his forehead, "Stop saying sorry. And no, you're not helping anything. I won't risk you throwing up again because of that. Just clean yourself up, okay? So we can rest after that", he rambles. Jimin nods softly.
"You're not mad?" He asks, a bit hesitant.
Yoongi shakes his head smiling at him lovingly. "When i can ever get mad at you, hm? Stop making your brain working too hard, Jimin-ah"
Jimin's cheeks turn bright red, a smile forming on his lips unconsciously. Yoongi laughs, reaching to ruffle his hair before guiding him to stand up and clean himself.
"I bring you tea, and crackers. Eat that when you feel like it, okay? I hope our little one could accept this", Yoongi says as he trudges into their bedroom. Jimin peek in from the blanket, watching as Yoongi puts the tray on the nightstand before the older scoots at the empty side beside him. Jimin immediately curled himself against the older, sighing contently when Yoongi starts playing with his hair.
Yoongi places a gentle kiss on Jimin's temples, "You should sleep now", he murmurs. " Our baby there has been tiring you out"
Jimin nods sleepily against him, closing his eyes. "Yeah they are .. thank you hyung", he hums.
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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years
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𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎! 𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜:
𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚈𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚘
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Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, justifying, encouraging nor trying to romanticize yandere behavior. This is all a work of fiction and not meant to represent real life scenarios.
Warning: Mentions of toxic relationship, yandere behavior, self harm, sexual scenes, guilt tripping, gas lighting and other forms of mental manipulation are contained within this post. Read at your own discretion.
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𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎: 𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚈𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚘
𝙳.𝙾.𝙱: 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝟸𝟹𝚛𝚍, 𝟷𝟿𝟿𝟿
𝙷𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝: 𝟷𝟾𝟼 𝙲𝙼/ 𝟼'𝟷 𝙵𝚝
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𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕: 𝙻𝚘𝚠
𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝙳𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝
𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙰𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚜:
• 𝙸𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 .
•𝚄𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝.
•𝙵𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.
• 𝙴𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚕/ 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍.
•𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏- 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.
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Normal Yunho at first seems like your average guy. He's very sweet, caring, playful and his close, and very few, friends he has would say that he's full of energy and smiles.
He just radiates this sunshine personality that draws people to him, although they may not stay very long.
He met you through mutual friends and acted the same as he did with others.
Albeit it's true, he was very affectionate towards you from the start, which both surprised and didn't surprise his friends.
But that doesn't mean he felt love at first sight with you.
Yunho isn't one to get overly attached right away.....yet.
It happened gradually.
He became attracted to your confident, strong and bold nature, all traits which he lacked in.
But no one knows that because he's good at hiding it.
You were also a very compassionate and empathetic person, which sealed the deal for him.
He admired you from afar, not wanting to get close to you just yet.
However, he'd get pouty and insecure whenever another man would show intentions of wanting to get close to you.
He'd whine often about it and that's how you found out he had feelings for you.
You thought it was cute, that he was cute.
So you were the one who took the first step to start a relationship.
Although shocked, Yunho was extremely happy.
As a boyfriend, he is very devoted to you, putting you above everything else, including his friends, family and health.
Everything moves really fast with him. Example:you had your first kiss on your first date.
Yunho just doesn't see why you have to wait if you two love each other.
"I feel like I've known you my whole life."
Not even 3 months later and you were already sleeping together.
Yunho sees that was the moment he went to heaven......
And that was the moment when hell started.
Yunho started becoming more and more clingy.
Texting, calling you at odd hours, asking you things like where you were, what were you doing, who you were with and if he could go see you.
He usually makes you stay till very late at his place that you have to spend the night with him.
No other option. He insists.
Even keeps spare clothes for you in a drawer he set aside just for you.
Till one day: "Why don't you just move in with me? It'll be so much easier and I could see you even more."
You hesitated, since you were barely 6 months into the relationship and you already felt smothered by his constant presence.
"I don't.... I don't know Yunho.."
He panicked at your hesitation.
"Why...why not? Don't you love me? Is it because you don't want to be around me?"
You began calming him down, trying to explain that maybe things were going to fast, but that only made him get more agitated.
It was truly terrifying for you to see him hyperventilating and choking on his own breathing like that.
Hot tears were falling rapidly down his face as he began saying:
"Why don't you love me? Is it something I did? What am I doing wrong? Tell me!"
"Yunho you did nothing wrong. You're perfect the way you are and I love you just the way you are."
He sniffled and wiped his nose on one of his sweater paws.
"Do you love me? R-really?"
You nodded your head in confirmation. But Yunho was still sulky about something.
"But then.... wha-why not move in? I p-promise you'll like it."
He looked at you with such fragile and tender eyes that you could not refuse him. So you agreed to move in with him.
Biggest mistake you made.
Even though he had his eye on you for most of the day, it wasn't enough for him.
If you were even 3 minutes home later than usual, he was badgering you with questions like:
"Who were you with? What took you so long?"
And you're like "Geez. Let me breathe."
Don't say things like that to him. He starts feeling bad and responds with things like:
"I know I'm sorry, I'm such a pathetic excuse of a boyfriend."
It honestly broke your heart to hear him say such things.
But it also irritated you how jealous he got when you hung out or even talked to another man that wasn't him.
He'd latched onto you in public if he felt you were paying more attention than he liked to another guy.
Sometimes would cause a scene that made you run back home in embarrassment.
"I'm sorry! I just can't help it! Don't you get it?! They're trying to take you away from me!"
"No! You're just an overly possessive and overly jealous boyfriend and I can't stand it anymore! I'm leaving."
"Wait what?"
Yunho watched in horror as you began packing a small bag so you could spend the night somewhere else, and pick up the rest of your stuff later.
All throughout that, Yunho begged, cried and went ballistic.
He repeated for you not to go, not to leave him.
"Y/N you don't understand....you can't leave me... I'll die, I can't live without you.."
You merely rolled your eyes at that. No one dies of a broken heart.
So you just walked out the door and rented a hotel room for the night, unaware of the mess you were about to wake up to.
You woke up bombarded by texts and missed calls from Yunho's friends:
"What did you do to him?!" "You heartless bitch!" "I hope you die if anything happens to him!" "All he did was love you and you destroyed him."
Then the hospital called you: Yunho had tried to kill himself in the night.
Your heart stopped when you found out. You felt so guilty and you felt like a monster.
Without thinking twice, you ran to the hospital to see him.
He layed there, still unconscious from the medication they gave him to calm him down.
You stayed by his side, praying that he'd wake up soon so you could apologize.
He woke up and although he looked surprise to see you....he was only feigning.
Of course you'd go out of your way to see him.
You were bawling your eyes out and holding him close, scared out of your wits at the thought that you almost lost the love of your life.
Yunho apologized, but you hushed him with a kiss, saying it wasn't his fault.
From then on, you began blaming yourself for everything....
And he made sure to remind you not to test him again.
You thought that after that talk, everything would be back to normal and you two could be a regular couple.
How stupid you were.
Life with Yunho now was like walking on thin ice all the time.
You couldn't mention anything about him that made you slightly uncomfortable because he's belittling himself with such foul words, crying to the point of hysteria....
But the worst times are when he's banging his head on a wall hard enough to draw blood, or punching the concrete wall so hard that his knuckles end up bloody and bruised.
You have a heart attack whenever that happens.
You've been so traumatized by his previous suicide attempt that any harm he does to himself sends you in a panic and you're holding him to you, comforting him and reminding him that you love him and won't ever leave him.
Then happy Yunho is back, as if nothing happened.
And he always wants you to reaffirm your love after such ordeals in the bedroom.
Yunho never ever fucks you, no matter how messed up he is.
He likes to take his time with you, going down on you or teasing you with his long fingers before he's thrusting his cock deep inside you.
Always cums inside you, always. With no protection.
It's a reminder that you belong to him and him only.
And also because he knows there's a possibility he could get you pregnant.
Which is what he wants.
If you two have a child together, it would only strengthen the bond you two have and it's another reason to tie you down to him.
And that's exactly what happened.
You were terrified and tried to conceal it for the longest time, but Yunho isn't dumb.
He was elated when he found out you were carrying his child inside of you.
Which only prompted his obsessive nature to escalate.
He made you quit your job because he wanted you to stay home to take care of your baby.
Of course, that's just an excuse to keep you from leaving the house.
You two also officially got marriage, and that was it for Yunho.
He finally succeeded in bounding you two together for life.
As a father, he doesn't mind sharing you with your new baby daughter.
He loves and adores his daughter very dearly because she is a physical manifestation of the love between him and you.
But she's the only child you two are having. There's only so many people he's willing to share you with.
To others, he's a doting and loving father and husband.
In the eyes of an outsider, you guys are the perfect family.
But you.....you stopped fighting a long time ago.
You resigned yourself to accept that this is your life now and you'd better make the best of it.
You're no longer the strong, confident and decisive woman you once were.
Yunho made sure to tear that all down to the point where you simply just act in a way that'll make him happy and won't trigger him to repeat what happened years ago...
Especially not in front of your daughter. You do not want her to experience what you did.
So the question remains.....how do you escape Yandere Yunho?
Well....... you have two choices:
Either spend the rest of your life playing into his façade of a perfect relationship, that's the easier choice.
It certainly spares you the mental, emotional and physical strain of fearing when his next suicide attempt might happen if you do anything that'll result in him degrading himself or guilt tripping you into staying with him.
Or..........kill yourself. But keep in mind that if you do, he won't be too far behind from you. In the words of Yandere! Yunho himself:
"Nothing will ever break our bond, our bond is forever. Even in death, our love will go on."
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nctworststuff · 3 years
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Pairing- Boyfriend!Renjun x nospecific!reader
Warning-Death,Cancer
Genre: Angst
a/n: Here what you guys got after a months I’m not post anything. Also Thank you my friend,Lucy because helping me a lot :). Hope you guys like it
He always with you
He avoided meeting with you lately. You missed to spend time with him so much. You missed his scent, his hugs, his kisses, his presence, but most importantly, you missed him.
You recently spent a lot of time in your apartment, all by yourself. Watching movies, drinking hot chocolate and staying under your fluffy blanket. Sometimes you went to hangout with your friends, but not as often as you used to. However, today you couldn't take it anymore. I have to visit him, now!
Deep inside you knew that he would never cheat on you. What if something bad had happen to him? Maybe he got sick or maybe something in his family came up? You didn't know. Helplessly you scrolled through your media social. Usually, he would be active on Instagram. Always adding things to his story or at least posting the pictures he made. But ever since 3 weeks ago, you haven't seen him post a single thing. As if he vanished.
You took a look at your photo gallery on your phone. It's filled with pictures of you and Renjun. Everytime the two of you had met in the past months, you had taken at least one picture. Are you okay, renjun?
You didn't want to waste your time anymore, so you walked into your bedroom to change your outfit. You arrived at his house that felt like a second home to you. Big dark clouds covered the sky and sun. It may rain soon. You slowly walked to the door and opened it with the spare key Renjun gave you not so long ago.
You couldn't see him when you entered. Maybe he is in his bedroom? You steped further into his apartment. It was a big mess. You tried to comprehend what could've happened here. The TV was on, adding some noise to the otherwise quiet space. Some old snacks that have neither been fully eaten nor thrown away, covered the floor. It surely wasn't healthy for him to life in all this trash.
You finally went upstairs and pressed the door handle down slowly after knocking and getting no reply. Who knows, maybe he's sleeping? However  you suddenly heard a faint crying sound instead of the silence. What's happening to him? Thousands of thoughts were running in your head, creating one scenario worse than the other. "Renjun?" You softly called out his name and fully opened the door. He turned his head and body to look at you, surprised by your arrival. His eyes were more red than white and his face looked as white as freshly fallen snow did.
"Y/n? W-what are you doing here?" He looked at you with what you could only assume was an angered expression. You slowly approached him and sat down on his mattress beside him. You hesitantly leaned your head on his shoulder and put your hand on his thigh, joining his own one. Oh, how often you had fiddled with his slender fingers before. They were just as beautiful as the art they created, but now they were just dried skin and bone. You were convinced, something bad happen to him!
"And why are you crying?", you asked him in return, probably a bit too late, but not that it matered anyways. He kept quiet for about a minute, before taking a deep breath and forcing those awful words out of his mouth. "I have a disease! I-I have cancer..." He closed his eyes tightly to hold himself back from sobbing. The fear that lived within him ever since the doctor told him he was going to die earlier than expected, suddenly skyrocket in your presence.
Shutting you out in the hope of making you forget him, had been so much easier than seeing your heart break right in front of him. You didn't deserve the pain he caused you, so why...? Why are you still here y/n? Why couldn't you stay away from me? "So that's the reason why you pushed me away? The reason you avoided me? Why didn't you tell me? Renjun? Explain it to me. Please explain everything." you looked at his eyes that beared so many emotions, while he bit his chapped lips.
"I-I don't know. I... I was just so, so scared. Actually, I-I knew I had cancer... It... They told me a year ago."
His confession was interrupted by a hiccup. He started crying again and put his hand on his face. You've been together for 3 years and he kept this a secret for all the time, telling you just now? "I-I'm only going to live for one more week. My doctor said there is no other way for me." Why? Why did he need to leave like this? Couldn't he be healthy and grow old with me? Searching in your confused and helpless mind you looked for a solution.
"Hey, i-it's okay. Its not your fault! I-I could spend all my money for your surge-", but he cut you off with a harsh movement by his hand. "You heard what I said. There's no chance, y/n!" Now your eyes were filling with tears, blurring your sight. This can't be true! "You said you would never leave me. You- You promised." The tears poured out of their home, painting a wet line down your cheeks until they dropped down your chin, falling. You too, felt like falling. You were so angry, but not at him, no, he didn't wanted this either. You were angry at the situation. At the fact that you couldn't do Anything.
Watching your little emotional breakdown, Renjun stayed quiet. After he had avoided meeting you for so long, seeing you come back to him, crying with him, still caring for him, there was only one thing he wanted. "Y/n? Can I ask for one last thing, before death is taking me?" He moved his hand to your shoulder, pressing it softly. "Anything for you, Renjun!" You desperately looked into his eyes, meeting his softened expression. "I just want to spend my last week with you. Please. One last time?"
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Day 2
Standing in the kitchen for about half an hour, you had made a healthy breakfast for the two of you, since he loved your cooking. You poured some hot porridge into his favourite bowl and placed it on the tray. Walking slowly to not drop anything you brought the food to his bedroom. He was still asleep, looking utterly peaceful.
While you put the tray on a near small table, you called his name softly, to wake him up. Upon hearing his name, his eyelids fluttered open. Still a bit sleepy, he rubbed his eyes and gave you a questioning look. "I made some porridge for you. Should I... feed you?" You smiled at him shyly. He could just nod his head, feeling exhausted even after taking such a long nap.
You sat down beside him and took the spoon to feed him. He followed your every move as you put the still warm porridge in his mouth. A big smile suddenly stretched across his cheeks. "I knew your cooking would never disappoint me!", he complimented, making you giggle. Yet, you couldn't ignore the sad feeling in your chest, knowing you had to accept the fact that he was going to die soon. Only five days would be left after today.
Of course Renjun noticed the way your expression changed. “I dont like to see you sad. Please smile for me” He grabbed your other hand too, making you smile. The smile only he got to see. You don't even know if the sweet smile you were currently wearing on your face would show up for another guy, but for now it seems like it is just for Renjun, who finally noticed the bracelet on your wrist.
"You still wear that bracelet?” His eyes fixated on your wrist. You just watched him with sparkling eyes, while thinking back to how you got that gift.  “Of course! It looks so pretty and it bears a lot of memories for me!” He smiled at you with just the same sparkles glowing in his eyes, making your heart beat unbelievable fast in your chest. You didn't knew why, but the comforting feeling of love, the love created between the two of you, filled your now shared room. Softly touching your own cheeks you felt how they heated up.
“It's- wait... I gave you the bracelet 5 years ago, when it was your birthday? A-and we still didn't turn into lovers that day, did we?”, his eyes widened. You simply nodded and started chuckling, him joining not much later. Of course you could still remember the day he gave you the precious bracelet. He was being so shy back then, when he planned to give it to you. Haechan, Mark and all the other dreamies kept hyping him up, after he gave it to you.
“You know what? I really can't believe our relationship will just end soon. I really thought we would last longer. I'm sorry!” He smiled at you again, but this time it was a sad smile. You sighed, closing your eyes in agony. “It's not your fault, it never was, Renjun! After all, these moments are the most precious ones that we have. Trust me, I will love and remember you until I take my last breath!” I'll really do! Besides bringing it up first, you hated talking about his disease so much.
Not because you blamed it on him. Not because you couldn't believe, he was going to die soon, no. You hated talking about it because you feared being left behind. You hated the fact that you'll eventually forget about him. That you'll forget how he smelled, how his hands felt, how his hugs felt. And the worst thing was, that you'll forget how it felt to be loved by him. When did all your laughter turn into cries?
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Day 4
"Look! It's your favourite flower!” Renjun points his finger to a small bunch of flowers in the middle of the park. You loved going to this park with him before and today wasn't any different. Softly swining your linked hands back and forth and slowly walking near your favourite flower felt like one of those cliché moments from a drama. Especially when you kneeled down to smell on it.
The heavy, but lively smell of the rose lingered in your nose, bringing up even more memories. Renjun gave you one of those exact roses, when he had confessed that he liked you. A small grin made it's way to your lips. “It looks so pretty.”, Renjun said while putting his arm around your shoulders, “Pretty like you!” You couldn't help, but roll your eyes. This was typically him. Renjun loved to compliment and tease you at the same time
You loved the moments when he was simply being himself. He was acting different. Usually he would be rather harsh, or how people liked to put it, ignorant towards other people’s feelings. But he always cared for you. You were his soft spot. It was only normal that couples had little fights from time to time, but renjun never let the two of you be angry at each other for a long time.
He always was the first one to apologize, or if it wasn’t his mistake, he would still want to make up, inviting you to do something that you liked. His classic line which always worked was weather you would want to eat some food ugh him. It was one of the many personality traits that you liked about him
“Ah! I really want to draw the pond and swan over there! It’s unbelievable pretty!” He excitedly took out his paintings tools and moved the stuff around until it stood perfectly within his reach while drawing. You just followed him and tried to not get in his way.
Tipping the smallest brush into the water glass, he started to draw the perfect scenery in front of you. He truly was talented at this. You couldn’t help but admire the way he let the colors dance on the Canva “Your drawing is so unbelievable. It really does look like it’s real”
His face lit up,once the words left your mouth “This is the last painting I”ll before I’m gone. I want it to be perfect!”he still smiled at you, but his eyes showed how he truly felt. The sadness dominating any other feels. Once again, you sighed. It has been almost 3 years, since you’ve been a couple and now you two just stood there, waiting for him to leave
Quickly noticed How your mood shifted towards a bad one, you tried to change the topic
There will be enough time for me to sad once he left
“Do you remember that this place is the first place we met and-“ “The place where I confessed my feelings for you?” He finished your sentence with a smirk. Chuckling you nodded at the statement
That day he called you and asked you to meet him at the park “ can you cell me?” was that he said, when he actually was going to confess to you. You can’t forget that day. You never will. It’s a very precious moment to you, even if he stuttered a lot and the confession felt really awkward too
“Your birthday is this week, isn’t it?” Renjun suddenly asked. You stopping your thoughts. Right, you totally forgot about your birthday. Surprised you just hummed and nodded. “What do you want for your birthday?” You didn’t need to think twice “I just want you stay alive and healthy. I wish you could always be my side” you smile confidently
That will never happen
It was obvious to renjun, but to avoid you sadder he just smile sweetly at you instead of responding “Can we go somewhere after this? Maybe the shopping mall?” You asked him. He looked at you and hugged you close to his chest “Of course!”
He would spend his time with you wisely and make sure that every precious and special moment will never be forgotten
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Day 7
I can't lose him! Please!
You buried your face into his shoulder and grabbed his sweater like your own life depended on holding it. You couldn't believe he was going to die in less than a day. He couldn't... Your fragile, pathetic hope only faded more when he started coughing. In the last few days his condition extremely worsened and you tried to understand why people needed to suffer before dying so much. Isn't death enough?
“It's your birthday tomorrow, isn't it?”, he quietly asked while stroking your back.  “Yes” Your answer was barely loud enough to hear, being muffled by his neck. Still, you hugged him only tighter, afraid of finally losing him. “Y/n, I'm so sorry if I'm not able to be with you tomorrow to celebrate your birthday.” You knew what’s he meant. No, this couldn't be happening! Why were you suddenly to dumb to accept it?
“Please find a better guy than me. A guy who will make you happy, who will stay loyal to you and only loves you. Find a guy who will stay by your side forever. Don't find another guy who'll make you feel dissapointed.” You wanted to tell him, that he never disappointed you, but he already pulled you into a sweet kiss. His lips felt so soft. Soft but rough. It was like your first kiss with him. It was like your first night with him. But in reality, it was your last kiss with him. Yet you saw it as another moment that had been created in this special time.
“You know... I am never going to stop loving you!” You said and looked at him. His face was so pale, you could see the soft blue shining through it. “Me too, honey. There are 7 billion people on this earth but I fell in love with you. We have been a long journey together. Everyone can fall in love but not everyone has a happy ending with it. I'm sorry that I couldn't keep my promise, Y/n!” I know, Renjun.
The worst part for you was that it all happened so fast. But somehow you still hoped this was only a dream. That you would wake up to a healthy Renjun wishing you a happy birthday. Finally the clock was showing 12 AM. It was your birthday. Sounding just as sleepy as you felt he whispered a soft “Happy birthday, Y/n!” He stroked your hair while looking at you with loving eyes, a smile on his lips for the last time, before you both fall asleep under your shared blanket.
Not knowing, that they were his last words.
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Day 8
You woke up from a deep slumber and moved your blanket. You saw that Renjun was still ‘sleeping’. Softly you shaked him to wake him up, with no sign of success. He didn't response in any way. After a few more times of you trying to wake him up and him still not moving an inch, you tried to recall which date it was today.
No, it can't be.
Yesterday was the last day you would spend with him. One week. Seven days. All moved by faster than you could remember. In your final hope you searched for his heartbeat, but you didn't hear anything. You couldn't. Now you would need to accept the fact that he was gone. Forever.
You start sobbing. "Renjun, please wake up. Please!" Despite your wobbly arms, you shook his body, screaming so uncontrollably loud that it even hurt your ears. It's my birthday. Today is supposed to be a happy day. This has to be a nightmare. I'll always be by your side. Resonating in your mind you hear a faint voice, but you just ignore it. Renjun was right. Not everyone has a happy ending. And you were certainly one of them.
I'm sorry for breaking our promise
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Don't - Chapter 1
Hello everyone! This is my first time writing fanfiction. Chapter one is an introduction to the kind of relationship the characters have and, in future chapters I will fill in the gaps left in this part.
But first, let's see how this one goes.
Feedback is greatly appreciated.
I took the name from a song written by Jewel. Go and listen to it. Trust me, after the first verse, THAT person will pop in your head. Never fails.
Before we jump in, there's a few people I need to thank:
@littlefreya for helping me with the editing since I don't have a beta yet, for encouraging me knowing what a big deal this is for me, and for all the things you already know. I'll always be in your debt.
@mary-ann84 for making me feel welcome since day one and putting up with me and my annoying questions at any time of day. Girl, you deserve an award for patience.
@radaofrivia for taking the time to read my ramblings and giving me the reassurance I needed. For showing up out of nowhere when I was almost defeated by my lack of tumblr comprehension and explained everything to me with the patience of a kindergarten teacher. Greek god Henry sent you my way, I have no doubt.
There aren't words enough to express how big of an inspiration all of you are to me. To be able to call you my friends, fills my heart with extreme joy and gratitude. So again THANK YOU.
I took the liberty to tag some people, to some I asked for their permission, to others I didn't, so if this bothers you in any way, just message me and I'll fix it, there's absolutely no obligation and I won't be offended.
With that being said, let's get to the point.
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Title: Don't
Pairing: Henry x female reader.
Word count: 1682
Warnings: Angst, fluff, and if you squint your eyes you might find a bit of smut.
Summary: Henry and reader are a couple living together for 1 year. Reader have struggled with self esteem issues and insecurities her whole life and when she met Henry, she thought she had left all that in the past, but certain events made her realize that her soul is far from being healed.
Disclaimer: This is an original work of fiction written by me. Please don't post it anywhere else without my permission. Reblogs here are welcomed of course. Thank you.
"Are you ok, darling?"
"Yes, honey"
"Are you sure? You don't seem ok"
"I'm ok, Hen," you smiled, "I'm just tired. I wanna get home, have a shower and then go to bed"
He didn't seem convinced but he didn't ask again. The rest of the ride home was silent, you looked out the window and prayed for the strength to act like everything was normal, while he concentrated on the road and hummed along to the radio.
But you knew better. You knew that this man, the most gorgeous man on earth, the man you called your boyfriend, the man every woman (and a lot of men too), thirsted for, was also the smartest, the most affectionate and that he paid attention to every single thing, especially you. He could notice the smallest change in your demeanor, he could tell when something was wrong and this time was no difference. He was just giving you time to process whatever it was upsetting you before you could talk to him, but in no way was he buying the "just tired" bs. And you knew it.
You entered the house and discarded your shoes and purse. Henry was taking Kal out of the car and into the house when you said "I'm gonna take a shower," and quickly rushed upstairs without waiting for an answer, you needed to be alone so desperately.
You got into the bathroom and took your clothes off without even glancing in the mirror, you didn't want to see anybody, much less yourself.
The hot water was bliss to your sore muscles, too bad it didn't make a difference to the pain in your heart. You rested your forehead into the tiled wall and felt the water gently massaging your back and legs. You were so immersed in your thoughts that you didn't hear the bathroom door being open. Henry was already behind you, his strong hands caressing your back as light as a feather and his mouth on your ear, "may I join you?"
You turned around and looked at him, at those eyes bluer than the sky itself, at those curls that did things to you just by looking at them, and that smile, the most perfect and genuine smile you had ever seen, it was literally impossible not to smile back at him, it was contagious.
He didn't wait for an answer, he lowered himself to put his arms around your waist as you put yours around his neck and kissed you deeply and tenderly. You knew he did that so you wouldn't have to be on your tiptoes to kiss him, he was so damn considerate and perfect it infuriated you sometimes.
So you closed your eyes and kissed him like there was no tomorrow, he sensed the heat in your kiss and grabbing your behind, lifted you up still kissing you, putting your back against the wall. You instinctively wrapped your legs around him and he broke the kiss to look at you, his hair was tousled all over from the water and your hands. His lips were swollen from the kissing and his eyes were dark with lust but also full of love. Oh,so much love.
"What do you want?" He said, "Tell me. What do you need? I'm here, I'm yours".
Something inside of you broke, it was too much. "I want you, Henry. I need you. Now. Inside of me. Please".
He didn't wait for you to ask again, maneuvering you as if you weighed nothing, he made you descend on his length without breaking eye contact, until you were completely full of him. He started to move, slowly and leisurely making you moan and clung to him for dear life.
He didn't know about the battle that was going on inside you. You wanted him to crawl within you and fill the emptiness eating your soul, you wanted to hold him and never let go, you wanted to stop time. Or maybe go back in time, or just disappear. But for the time being you were just grateful for the water running over both of you, not letting Henry notice that your tears were running as well.
Even if you were shattered inside, your body would always succumb to him, there was no point in resisting, and as he kept moving in and out of you, whispering sweet nonsenses in your ear, the orgasm hit you like a thunder lightning crying out his name, his release following moments later triggered by your loud moans.
He held you still between him and the wall while you both recovered your breath, filling your neck with open mouthed kisses.
He lowered you and you held him tightly, putting your head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. It always soothed you. You both stayed that way under the shower in silence, until you started to feel the boiling inside you rising again. "I'm gonna get the towels" you said, "I got it" said he and with a swift move of his long arms, he reached for the towels and started drying you, hair first, then your body, slowly, caressing every inch of it and leaving light kisses everywhere his hands would pass.
He was kneeling in front of you, drying your legs and slowly going up, your eyes were fixated on him and his movements, not saying a word. He looked up, saw you staring, and reaching up, caressed your face so softly it made you lean your head in his hand, closing your eyes. It was like time stopped and you were there alone just savoring that moment, keeping it in your memory forever and you couldn't help the single tear rolling down your cheek into his hand...
When you opened your eyes, you saw the look of concern on his face, "What is it baby? What's wrong?"
You needed to make a choice, so you chose the truth. At least the one truth that wouldn't hurt him: "I love you so much".
"And that makes you cry?"
You chuckled a little, "No, I sometimes get overwhelmed by all these feelings, I'm sorry for being so sensitive" you said, wiping your eyes and smiling through tears.
He stood up and crashed your lips with his, taking you by surprise and lifting you up, carrying you like a bride to your bed.
He got in too, cuddling you from behind and you intended to get up to find one of his t-shirts, your go-to pajamas since day one with him, but he stopped you with his arm around your waist and pulled you against him, your back on his chest, your naked bodies molding perfectly together under the sheets.
You clutched his hand in yours, closed your eyes and tried to ease your racing heart.
His voice took you back to reality:
"Look at me, love"
You turned around in his arms just enough to look him in the eyes, and it surprised you to see, his were a little watery too.
"I love you" he whispered. "I love you like I never thought it was possible to love someone. You have brought to my life the hope that my tired heart believed was lost. I want to spend every minute of every day with you and when my work keeps us apart, I can't wait to share with you every detail of my day. You know sometimes..." he paused, smiling and looking away, "sometimes I have to tell myself *get it together Cavill! You're a grown man acting like a teenager*, but that's what you do to me" he said looking at you again and caressing your lips with his thumb, "You're my fuel, my reason, you're my last thought when I go to sleep and my first one when I wake up, and I'm so grateful to have you that sometimes I'm scared to think that I don't express it enough for you to actually get a glimpse of how happy you make me. That's why I might seem a little clingy around you... I love you and I want you to know that you can talk to me about anything, that I'm always here for you, it doesn't matter if I'm working or doing anything else, you are my priority, ok?"
You were a crying mess by now and watching his red eyes trying so hard not to cry, wasn't helping.
"Ok?" he said again, clearly demanding an answer from you.
But your words wouldn't come out. How? How could you tell him? How on earth was he supposed to imagine that he had chosen the worst possible moment to tell you this?
So again you settled for the truth, the only indisputable truth you could give him, and nodding you took his face in your hands and kissed him, pulling him on top of you.
He engulfed you in his arms and broke the kiss to breathe, you covered his face with light kisses tasting the salt of his tears which only added more sorrow to your battered soul.
"Make love to me," you said against his lips. He looked at you through hooded eyes and went for the spot on your neck he knew drove you crazy.
This was the truth. The fact that when you were together you couldn't tell where each of you ended and the other began. The absolute certainty of loving him with every fiber of your being, knowing you could never love anyone else this much, not even in a thousand lives. You never hid it. It was impossible to...
A few hours later, you were watching him peacefully asleep, his features even more beautiful in the dim morning light. You carefully kissed him and placed your head on his chest, he held you tighter against him and said something that sounded like "I love you". "I love you too" you said, granting him again the truth you couldn't deny.
The unspoken truth however, the one he was about to learn, was that in fact, the one you didn't love... was yourself.
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since i haven't posted anything in a hot minute, why not more tweets from colby?
here is a continuation of colby’s tweets from 2017.
i don’t have proof that these are his tweets, but believe me, they are his.
if it’s bold and italicized, it’s someone’s tweet to him (or… tweets for context to what he was responding to).
if it’s in (), that’s just me commenting lol
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July 6 - I've said it before and I'll keep saying it forever ... Confidence = the key to success in all aspects of life
July 9 - Power is out in the entire city. This is so hectic
I'm tired of things being so complicated and complex, like, I just wanna have fun ! Hahahah
July 12 - I love my friends
July 14 - Japan isn't ready for Titties Flying in Lasagna, am I right boys or am I right? @/BrennenTaylor @/JayWalkr @/EltonCastee
July 15 - Everyone here is so friendly :) Or maybe they're just cussing me out to my face while smiling, how am I supposed to know
July 17 - "It's you and me, and all of the people .. and I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you"
Can't trust anyone.
July 18 - "don't assume that your dreams are just a fantasy"
It's been a while since I've heard the sound of thunder .. :)
July 19 - 2 nightmares in the past 2 nights . Where's a dream catcher when you need one ?
July 20 - Can hide emotions so great that it's bad
July 21 - People are trying to control my life and I absolutely hate it.
Imma just do what makes me happy, and you should too
July 23 - Spread knowledge. Spread love. Spread positivity. Communication is key
July 25 - Still can't get what I saw in the forest out of my mind .. Posting tomorrow.
Since when has it been okay to call a girl a slut? Especially on a public platform like social media! Guys, have some respect. Makes me mad
July 29 - Just had one of those crazy dreams you're convinced it's real until the second you wake up .. My mind is all over the place
I've been having these weird flashbacks and memories of the forest .. Really strange
July 30 - No, I did not lose my virginity to Hannah Montana
Aug. 1 - You ever just wanna forget about the world and cuddle someone?
oh, happy #NationalGirlfriendsDay btw .. 😒😐
Don't let what scares you take control
Aug. 4 - If you haven't even "rawr XD'd" at least once today then can you even call yourself emo ?
Aug. 6 - I swear I lose my mind every time I'm in it
I don't wanna wait anymore. Time to focus on me myself and I only.
Aug. 8 - Your love is my medicine.
The difference between "Walmart" and "Gucci" is Walmart doesn't need to use FaceTune to make the eyes pop #Brolby >
(what a flip flop of emotions there, colby lol also there were a bunch of other brolby vs brikey tweets that i didn't include)
Aug. 10 - I like me better when I'm with you
Aug. 12 - What a time to be alive
I want you all to myself, I swear
Aug. 13 - You sing in the shower, ADMIT IT
Aug. 14 - The nerve of some people out in LA .. it's ridiculous.
Aug. 15 - So many fake porn accounts tweeting me today, wtf is going on
Aug. 18 - I will always have trust issues because of what someone did to me ... it's messed up. Loyalty is so important in this world.
I'm okay, it's time for me to grind and really focus on myself. You guys are always there for me.. Thank you for that. I'll make you proud
Aug. 21 - People are trying to control my life and I absolutely hate it.
(who the fuck was trying to control colby lol)
Aug. 22 - Sometimes, you just gotta go with your gut feeling .. regardless of what anyone else says.
Aug. 23 - Out of all the people I've met my entire life, the one person who's been by my side through everything is @/SamGolbach // I'm so lucky
Aug. 26 - Never forget to reminisce on the old times
Aug. 30 - Find happiness from yourself not from others
Sept. 1 - Amber is such a sexy name.
Sept. 2 - @/corinnakopf: Uh @/ColbyBrock is my new favorite person
@/corinnakopf <3
Sept. 3 - Judge people based on their souls, not looks
My mind is so clear and I'm just a generally happier person when I'm not in the same place everyday
I start to overthink when on my phone too much
Sept. 5 - I need someone who can be my escape. My distraction from the world.
Wow, there are so many angry people on YouTube. We gotta make stress ball merch a thing.
(honestly.... still true to this day lol)
Find you a boi who constantly smells like a fresh, Hawaiian breeze because of their new car freshener (me)
Sept. 8 - I'm a professional at making handshakes a super awkward thing, I should win an award
Sept. 12 - Throughout life, people who mean a lot to you will come and go. But the best will stay.
Sept. 15 - "I pick myself apart cause, I couldn't care at all"
Sept. 18 - Life's so much more fun when you don't give a shit about anything
Sept. 23 - Almost didn't see the diss track brikey released cause it wasn't in my verified tab
Sept. 25 - "I show you a different side of me that no one else sees"
(woah... sounds almost like skin's lyrics)
Sept. 29 - I swear to god our house is haunted
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