Heya rev!! Hope Ur okay girlie ❤️ sooo anything new with our b-127 😭🙏🏼😩I miss my traumatized boi I want to give him kisses and hugs but my stubborn ass wants to leave. anyways take care of yourself and take Ur time love u❤️🥰😘
Bee needs some love and to understand personal space
Coma Kid Pt 17
B 127 x Reader
• Sinking deeper into his plush seat as his belt tightens on you, it’s his silence that’s making you jittery and anxious. Hadn’t realized that he knew how to shut up. Always babbling and he’s not said a thing since carrying you outside and transforming around you. Pointing hesitantly, you tell him where to turn, his steering wheel turning on its own as he drives himself. Taking you home and it still feels like a trap.
• Why couldn’t he do better? Be better when it actually mattered? Had overwhelmed you instead. Made you feel trapped. That’s why you hate him. Why you want to abandon him. Following your directions, he feels almost numb. Empty. Wants to apologize to you. Maybe beg. Pulling into your driveway, he feels you try to release his seatbelt and he can’t. Can’t let go. “Was it so bad with me?” He asks almost against his will.
• Eyes closing because he’s not going to let you out until he’s ready to. “You can’t make someone love you,” you say and the seatbelt releases with a click. Hand on the door handle, you’re wound tight. Want to bolt for the house. Lock the door behind you. Because it’s over. You’re really free. Home. Opening the door, you slide out half afraid he’s going to stop you. That he might transform and grab you. Run back to the Ark with you.
• “I’m sorry,” he whispers, voice tight and your hand on his door stills. Wants to beg you not to go. To stay. That he’ll try harder. Give you space and not overwhelm you with attention. You’re his. He’s yours. Knows you can feel it, too. That you’re meant to be together. To be bonded mates. Please don’t go, don’t leave him. Not alone again. “We could try again. I can be better.”
• “Can you, though?” Gently shutting his door, you back up toward the house. Tense and expecting him to grab you any second. “I’m sorry, Bee.” Inhaling when he doesn’t move, doesn’t transform, you climb the steps and bend to find the spare key hidden in a flower pot. Fumbling to unlock the house, you’re aware of him sitting there. Watching you as a lonely ache lifts through you. That pull, the feeling of familiarity urging you to go back to him. Making you feel like you’re making a mistake. ‘Please, don’t go,’ he calls out as you open the door and you inhale before you go inside and lock the door behind you. Shouldn’t have to fix him. To hold him together and it feels like you’re breaking apart. This isn’t love.
