UNKNOWN: I'm not taking in a child! // UNKNOWN: For change sake, look at them. They can't be older than... what, 14? And that's being generous, just look at how small they are!
UNKNOWN: Oh that's old enough to handle themself. Unless you'd like to take them in, since you're so adamant. // UNKNOWN: You know I have my hands full with my boys already. // UNKNOWN: Well what do you suppose we do with them them? We're not leaving them at the beach.
SIFFRIN: Flower for-- // PERSON: AUGH-! // WOMAN: Kid, we're talking. Can this wait? // MAN: They've been giving us headaches left and right, you reckon they're cursed? // WOMAN: Oh, don't be ridiculous.
UNKNOWN: Look, I say we just drop them off in Bambouche. Someone has to want them. // SIFFRIN: ... // UNKNOWN: Isn't that...? // SIFFRIN, internal: You don't know what they're saying, but you don't think they find the flower as pretty as you do.
SIFFRIN, internal: ...You feel as if you're supposed to be more than just the memory of a beach. // UNKNOWN: Hey kid, come. We've decided to take you into town. Fun, right?
Homesick
ISATtober (aninny) | Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8
This is simultaneously not as much effort as I could have put and probably too much for isattober
Synopsis " Deep into the luminous depth of pandora crytaline cave resides the Tìkawngte (Tee-KAWNG-teh). Their cave is filled with beautiful scenery of water, crystals, and other cave networks that make it seem like another reality. However, we won't just explore the cave; we will explore a young Na'vi woman who is currently struggling with emotional, physical, and spiritual pain. Her family led this clan, her brother to be the next olo'ektan, and her as a tashik in training.
Her family holds her up to a stander in which she struggles to keep up with being different physically and holding the burden to please people drowns her down in depression and desperation. she flees her clan in hopes to find the place where she can belong. "
Feature Pairing... Tonowari X OC! fem! Curvy! Na'vi X Ronal
Content [TW]... MDNI! Depression, Self-hatred, Body dysmorphia, Anxiety, Emotional neglect, Suicidal ideation (implied, not explicit), Isolation, Rejection, Abandonment, Unrequited love, Emotional manipulation, Internalized shame, People-pleasing to the point of self-harm, Feeling like an outcast, Family pressure, Detailed descriptions of injuries (from training or accidents), Near-drowning experiences, Storm-related trauma, Physical transformation (body acceptance journey), Pregnancy (later in the story MUCH LATER), Secret relationship, Jealousy, Polyamory, Emotional vulnerability, Intimate scenes, Clan rejection, Religious / Spiritual questioning, Inter-clan tensions, Hunting scenes, Training accidents, Slow Burn, Fluffy, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family
Writer's Notes... This will be set pre-ATWOW and a bit before Avatar.. I've been itching to write for a while, and mind you, I am not a poet or a good writer. In this case, I can say English isn't my first language, and I struggle with a lot of the writing, so please bear with me. I wanted to write something set before Tonowari and Ronal were clan leaders, with more younger characters and a forward-moving plot. This entire series will be inspired by the album Eternal Blue by Spiritbox. [THIS IS NOT A READER]
Reader Resources... If you are struggling with feelings similar to the Oc's, please know you are not alone. You are loved by people even if you do not feel it. Help is available: Take care of yourselves, beautiful reader.
It really saddens me to see Aziraphale get the full force of everyone’s contempt over his reaction to the kiss & here's why:
What do we know about Aziraphale's true character? What they we been shown? Well, he’s a silly angel, who cares too much, loves his partner Crowley and truly wants to do what he believes is the right thing!
Don't get me wrong, I can see why a lot of people side and identify with Crowley after the final fifteen, given his trauma and the fact that he was the one making himself vulnerable by initiating the kiss.
But here the thing: it’s not like Aziraphale acted out of character after hearing Crowley’s proposal. We, as the audience, have been shown multiple times when Crowley has begged for them to run away together and every time we’ve seen it, it has been in a situation where Crowley wants to abandon all responsibility. It’s a trauma response and I don’t blame Crowley for being traumatized by Heaven and Hell. Just like I don’t blame him for not wanting to go back to either.
But Aziraphale has never responded positively to this proposition before. The only difference this time was the kiss. A beautiful, desperate, awkward kiss!
Aziraphale has always been wired to take responsibility and direct action even when he shouldn’t. For him, Azi’s personal code is to always do what he believes is the right thing to do, even if it might not end well. He gives the flaming sword to humanity, he saves Job’s children, he discorporates himself to stop the apocalypse, he does the thing with the halo.
I just don’t buy the narrative that he chose Heaven over Crowley. I think Aziraphale chose Heaven *because* of Crowley. He knew as long as he was in charge, he could keep Crowley safe.
Azi clearly loves Crowley despite his cognitive dissonance at all times. He can talk all the livelong day about how they "aren’t friends," but his actions speak the opposite. He cares deeply for Crowley. Azi trusts Crowley, he lets him get “plenty of use” out of the bookshop, he turns a neighborhood association meeting into a cotillion ball so that he can dance with him, he risked an eternity in Hell by wearing Crowley’s face.
He also knows that Crowley always comes back especially his angel needs him. Unless Crowley does a 180 and returns to Hell to actively thwart Heaven out of spite (which ngl that would great television & a theory I’d like to dwell deeper into elsewhere) this was just another disagreement and they will work it out somehow by working together. And hopefully learn how to communicate clearly!
The very root of the argument was misunderstanding and failure of communication on both sides.
The more I think about the “I forgive you” line, the more I think it may have just been Azi’s gut reaction to read the kiss as one of Crowley’s “temptations.” It’s a loaded word, but I think most people read the kiss as a last act of desperation to convince him to run away. In the past, we have seen Azi’s automatic response to what he feels like is a temptation from Crowley has always been to “forgive” him.
Is it irritating? Yes. Is it good communication? No. Is it a trauma response? I think yes.
I think that’s why the ending of season 2 didn’t upset me as much as it has upset others. I feel like I understand both sides—both how and why Crowley and Aziraphale make their decisions—because the writing is so damn good.
*Aziraphale did not reject or abandon Crowley.*
That last look at Crowley before stepping into the elevator was not a “good bye” or a “fuck you.” I truly believe he looked back to remind himself why he’s doing what he’s doing in the first place!!!
Aziraphale is protecting Crowley because he loves Crowley and believes their relationship is not only worth making sacrifices for, but also strong enough to withstand them!
this is entirely @ariesbilly’s fault, i saw their post and couldn’t stop thinking about this
(once again i’m not figuring out the canon timeline and what has/hasn’t happened. i’ll do that if i ever actually write this — also i’ve never run away from home so idk how accurate this is but you know what it’s fandom so sue me)
- billy graduates high school with a small sum of money he had managed to keep from his father (doing odd jobs for people and picking up extra shifts his father wouldn’t know about when taking his money for “being expensive to raise”)
- he leaves in the middle of the night with only his clothes and a few things he couldn’t bear to part with. he had stood in max’s doorway for five minutes trying to decide if he wanted to say goodbye. ultimately, he couldn’t do it
- he survives by staying at cheap, sketchy motels and doing odd jobs for people he meets
- he sells his car then gets a new one about a month into his journey so his father can’t use it to track him. he wasn’t sure if he was but he didn’t want to chance it
- his destination? california (he remembers his mother telling him she would never be able to leave that state, he was holding onto hope that was still true)
- it takes him six months to get there
- he finds the cheapest apartment he can and instantly starts looking for stable work
- it’s a few more months before he gets the chance to ask around about his mother
- he doesn’t know how to feel about how easy it is to get information to find her. she had remarried. had kids from her new husband’s previous marriage and a few they had together
- everyone he talked to about her only had good things to say. if asked he said he was the kid of an old family friend
- he had found her. found out where she lived. where she worked. where her husband worked even. but for some reason he can’t get himself to go to any of those places to talk to her. to confront her
- eventually she comes to his place of work, wanting to know who this kid asking about her is. she recognizes him instantly and billy once again doesn’t know how to feel about that
- he takes his lunch break then they go to a diner a few blocks away
(my phone crashed while i was writing this so excuse me if the dialogue isn’t that good — it never is my second time writing it)
- it’s silent between them until after the waitress brings their drinks then takes their food orders
- billy looks up at his mother, a million questions running through his mind. he isn’t even able to pick one to ask before she is speaking, “billy, you have to stop this.”
- it takes him a good ten seconds to form the words, “stop what?”
- “stop asking questions about me. stop trying to come back into my life.”
- he slams a fist onto the table, "i am your son! and you're trying to push me away? again!"
- "push you away?"
- "you left me. abandoned me with that abusive excuse of a father. why? to start a new family? one that isn't broken?" his mother stayed quiet. "did you even try to see me after i begged you to come back?"
- “by the time i did, your father said you didn’t want to see me.”
- “and you believed that?”
- “billy, please. people are staring.”
- “i don’t fucking care! how could you say that to me? how could you leave me there? and now, how can you just sit there and reject me?” his last question was quieter than the rest. his gaze fell down to the table, he couldn’t look at her any longer
- “i’m sorry but i moved on years ago and you should do the same. we’re better off apart.”
- billy didn’t even know how to comprehend her words. he had dreamed about this day since she left. them reuniting and fixing their relationship. it would take time but never once did he think she would kick him out of her life for good. he slowly looked back up to her. he could see it in her eyes that she didn’t want to see him
- “fine.” he gets up, blazing past the waitress coming back with their food. his mother doesn’t even try to stop him, doesn’t even call out his name
- he doesn’t make it back to work that day
- he does make it home, despite the tears streaming down his face. he doesn’t fully remember the drive or even getting up to his apartment. but there he is, standing in the middle of the tiny living room with fucking tears streaming down his face
- why didn’t either of his parents love him? why was it such a crazy thing to want from the people who brought you into the world?
- he feels so numb
- and a few days later he would decide to move on like she told him to. he would accept the closure and work on starting a new chapter of his own
- but for now he was standing in that room, clutching the phone because all he wanted to do was call her but he couldn’t risk him answering the the phone. and would she even want to hear from him?
So I've read some of your writing and was wondering if you'd consider doing a HC's for the Bur's of your AU's in like how they would react with rejection?
Also happy Spooky Season!! 🎃
Ah yes, the thing we all fear. Rejection. Hardcore actually going to be difficult to write because I myself have never been rejected due to the fact I've never been the one to ask someone out due to a paralyzing terror of our topic 😃
(Also yay first HC!)
But I will do my best ✨
Front Lines of L'manBur (pun intended)🎼
Let's just say tears were shed...in private. Where no one could see him. Specifically on a hill in the middle of nowhere in the dead of night.
When F.L.o.L-Bur loves and puts his heart on the line he does it with full intent of possibly spending the rest of his life with that person so to be rejected/friendzoned would shatter him
Definitely a drama queen if you knock down one of his flirtatious comments
Angel AU Phantombur💀
Plays it off as a joke while secretly dying inside
No like really he starts to decay slowly inside which he has to get drunk on regen. potions to fix
I picture Phantombur kind of like a swan in this instance. They can actually die from a broken heart so to have his Angel deny him finally removes that smug smile off his face
Although he seems perfectly normal to everyone else and seems to brush off your rejection, the whole S.B.I crew knows he's a wreck over it and Philza has to remind him to eat
Ranboo almost burns down the potion shop from Phantombur's absence as he's terrified that you'll walk into the business and he'll have to face you one-on-one again
So. Many. Cigarettes.
Workplace AU Simpbur🌷
The world has ended. It's done. He took a leap of faith and plummeted to the ground
But really Simpbur accepts your decision but that doesn't stop him from openly expressing his affection and still trying to win you over. Some things he keeps to himself
If you can't be his now then he'll make sure you can in the future. Anyone who flirts with you gets a dark look from the lanky, but fairly muscled, guitarist.
All competition is eliminated and soon enough you'll begin to wonder why everyone who seems interested in you backs off until only one option remains. Him.
Then he'll have you and he won't ever let you go. So to summarize, Simpbur refuses to accept you'd deny him so he makes himself the only one who would want you.
Ghostbur💙
Oh poor Ghostbur...
When you told him you'd only love Alivebur and could never be with him in that way it hurt so much
Honestly I imagine him kind of getting into a realm of self-loathing for a split second. Kind of in a scenario of "why can't I be more like him?"
Actually now that I think about it that would make a great Spooky Season piece-
Ghostbur would kind of be a combination of Phantombur and Simpbur in the situation. He would attempt to make himself as much like Alivebur as possible, even going as far as experimenting with explosives once (spoilers: Philza did NOT like that).
Ghostbur would try his best to keep your friendship, your presence. He wants to be near you all the time even if you reject his affection that doesn't stop him from comforting you and giving you blue or lending you Friend whenever you seem a little down.
As of how he seems like Phantombur? Ghostbur would carry on in his duties down in the sewers when you weren't around and try and distract himself from the horrible pain in his chest.
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These are the 3 AU's on my list but if you want specific HC's for a specific version of C!Wilbur in my writings please specify. Ofc I had to add Ghostbur just because I've written quite a bit of him and I'll never pass up a chance to write our wonderful ghost-man.
Done for the January challenge by @americangodschallenges and edited by the amazing, wonderful, lovely @dragon430. Seriously, none of this would have been possible without her. Thank her, guys, thank her.
TW/CW: Rejection, arguments, yelling, physical violence (it’s brief but it’s there), and insults.
Word count: 3.8+K
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Technical Boy laughed as if you'd told the funniest joke in the world. His chuckles bounced through the house, the echoes only hammering the spear of pain farther into your heart. After a few minutes, he finally quieted down, realizing you weren’t laughing with him.
"Oh, you’re serious? Okay, wow. Not expecting that.” He shifted in his place on the sofa, lifting his free hand to count his reasons. “Um, first of all, ew. Second of all, never say that again. And third of all, that is so gross, why would you say that in the first place?"
The sound of disgust in his tone was the last hit needed to drive the spear completely through your heart, shattering it into a billion, microscopic pieces. You knew he didn’t like you the way you felt for him, but you still found the courage to tell him. It was stupid, but you wanted him to know. After years of being friends, you thought he should at least know that you had developed more intense feelings for him. Yes, you expected him to reject you, but you never thought he’d be so harsh about it.
"Okay," your voice bubbled out as a quivering whisper, too filled with conflicting emotions to come out steady. “I should go. I have to work in the morning.” Standing to leave, you looked at him over your shoulder to see if this was just some sick joke of his.
He just stared at his phone and scrolled aimlessly. Without looking up, he questioned why you’d be leaving now. It wasn’t that late, and he knew for a fact, you always worked the late shift. You said yourself that you hated waking up early. He had no remorse for his words, and that broke your heart even more.
As the door slammed shut behind you, Technical Boy rolled his eyes. He'd see you tomorrow. He always did.
•
Water flooded out of the tub faucet. The cool water quickly warmed itself, and you couldn’t be more thankful for it. Taking off your clothes, you stepped in, closing the curtain behind you and turning the showerhead on.
Your heart squeezed in your chest as you breathed heavily. The water's warmth and a thick layer of steam surrounded you, helping your body untense slowly but surely. But as your mind relaxed, the more it decided to bring up the memory of Technical Boy’s rejection.
Sinking to the warming, slick floor of the tub, you pulled your knees to your chest and wrapped your arms around them. Gently, you laid your head down and cried.
You hadn't expected him to like you back. That would have shocked you more than him hugging you. Still, his cruelty stung. His disgust burned you. He didn't need to go that out of his way to hurt you, to reject you. A simple no would have sufficed.
Water continued to cascade down. It did not judge your tears or your pain, one of the only things that wouldn’t. It, simply, was there, basking you int its warmth and surrounding you with the calming noise. The noise did not muffle your sobs, but it did make you feel less alone.
•
Hearing someone knocking at your door, you walked over, brushing away leftover tears and water droplets. Opening it, shock ran through you as you watched as Technical Boy stood there, scrolling through his phone. You didn’t open the door fully, not wanting him to see it as an invitation.
Technical Boy looked at you, nodding his head in nonchalance. “Hey,” he said.
Leaning against the door, you looked down. "What are you doing here?" You asked.
"Got bored. Kinda missed you. Had time to spare." He shrugged, slipping his phone away. The god acted as if yesterday didn't happen. Like he didn't reject you in such a cruel manner. "Does it matter?"
You wiped your nose, sniffling quietly. "Now isn't really a good time."
"Why? You have fun last night with someone or something like that?"
You could have punched him. First, he shows up, then acts like neither of you said anything about love or rejection, and now he's making jokes about you fucking someone? Rage boiled in you, but one look into his eyes and it all melted away. You hated how easily he could calm you without even knowing.
"What do you want, T?" You sighed.
"To talk to you. That would be nice." Getting closer, he pressed one hand against the door frame, leaning against it. "Come on, it'll only take a second. Maybe two."
Unable to say no, you moved aside, letting him in.
"Okay," you said, crossing your arms. "What do you want?"
Not even a second after the words left your mouth, Technical Boy pushed you against the wall and slammed his lips to yours in a harsh kiss. Your hands immediately flew up and cupped his cheeks as his hands settled on your hips, pulling you closer. Your bodies moulded together perfectly as if they were puzzle pieces made to do just that.
You tilt your head to deepen the kiss, but just as quickly as he kissed you, he pulled away.
The god stared at you for a moment before leaving in a rush without a word. For a moment, you stood there, using the wall as support, dazed and confused and very, very angry.
Your crush just kissed you like his life depended on it after rejecting you. Shit like that leaves people with mixed signals and emotions/ But, worst of all, the kiss left you utterly breathless and wanting more.
•
Technical Boy’s foot tapped repeatedly against the floor of his limo. He lifts his hand to his lip and bites the corner of his thumbnail in concentration. His mind plagued with the realization of what he’d done, thoughts flowing back and forth like waves.
First, he rejected you, rather cruelly, he might add. After which, he showed up at your place, acting as if nothing happened. Then, he kissed you. He fucking kissed you. The one thing he swore to himself he wouldn't do.
Friends with benefits was totally something he'd be whatever about. Or just friends works, too. But, if he kissed you, as he did, that would mean he'd have to confront himself. That was not something he was ready to do.
He fell back into his seat with a sigh and stared at the roof of his car. If he closed his eyes, the young god could still feel your lips against his. He could still feel your body, the water droplets rolling off your skin, the heat of it, and your hands cupping his cheeks. He craved those feelings again. He’d had a taste and now he wasn’t ready to let them go.
But the god had made a mistake. One he had no idea how to fix besides ignoring it and leaving it broken. He didn’t want to leave it that way, though. The gods know he doesn’t want to, but he didn’t have much of a choice. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place with no way out.
The limo rolled to a stop, and he stepped out with a huff. The ride wasn’t as long as he’d hoped.
The branches of large trees swayed lightly under the clear, blue sky of the countryside. A single white cloud drifted by, only to vanish behind the rolling green hills in the distance.
It smelled of wildflowers and grass, of mighty oaks and maples. It smelled of the wild and the unknown and the silent. If felt of them, too, as if every living being had a presence only he could feel. Birds sand melodiously high above him, flitting from one tree to another. The sun shone down, rays scattering to heat the dirt road and offer a little light through the emerald leaves.
He stopped and breathed deeply, enjoying the fresh air that nature offered him. He never really liked the outdoors until you came into his life and dragged him out all the time. He complained nonstop every time you did it to try and hide his happiness from spending time with you. But now he wonders if you had noticed, and that was the reason you did it so often.
Technical Boy shook his head to clear his thoughts and walked into the woods, old leaves and brittle twigs crunching and snapping beneath him. When he found himself far from the surrounding civilization, he screamed as loud as he could. It shattered the previous, blissful silence and echoed through the foliage, scaring every animal in a 20-foot radius of him away. He unceremoniously dropped to the forest floor, his throat burning from his shriek. But the ache didn’t stop the next scream of anger from rippling past his lips.
He was such a fucking idiot. If World ever found out how he felt for you, the bastard would use Technical Boy's love to his advantage. World could hurt you or have someone else do it for him. And that wasn’t something the god could deal with.
Technical Boy could lose you completely because of a stupid fucking mistake, and, as smart as he was, he had no idea how to protect you. From himself or World.
•
You said nothing when Technical Boy came home. Just stewed in your anger. The arsehole wasn't going to get a fucking word out of you. Not even a sound.
He sat on the sofa and pulled out his phone. Predictably, he didn't acknowledge what had happened a mere 2 hours ago.
Time passed slowly as the two of you refused to talk to the other for very different reasons. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife, but neither of you wanted to act on it. After all, that would mean you’d be claiming defeat.
He threw an arm over the top of the sofa and continued his scrolling. His fingers tapped th back of the furniture to restrain himself from doing something rash. Whether that be to kiss you again like he’d bee longing for or to complain, he had no idea.
Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. The silence and the glares you threw his way were too much, and he cracked.
"What?" he growled, scowling at you.
You looked up from your phone and shrugged in fake innocence. Out of sheer spite, you were downloading Tinder. Now, you had no idea if he could tell, but it did make you feel better.
The god's sneer deepened.
"You aren't seriously downloading fucking Tinder, are you?"
You shrugged again, not looking up. If you did you were sure you’d cave, and that wasn’t something you were planning on doing until he apologized.
"Y/N, stop giving me the fucking silent treatment and respond."
You simply flipped him off, starting to set up your Tinder profile.
He allowed himself to fall back into the sofa, his head falling onto the top. Defeated, he sighed. He couldn't muster the anger to be like that to you. Not right now.
"What do you want from me?" He asked, his head tilting to look at you. "Do you want me to apologize? Say, 'I'm sorry'? Well, I'm not. I'm not fucking sorry and I'm not ever going to be." He didn't know if he was talking about the kiss or the rejection, but either way, he was lying straight through the gap in his teeth. "I did what I did, Y/N. I can't change either of them."
Breaking your promise to yourself, you finally spoke.
"What I want is an explanation." You sat up quickly, your emotion taking over your actions. "Why did you reject me only to kiss me? It doesn't make any fucking sense."
He sighed and stood, walking away. He couldn't offer you that answer, not once that would satisfy you, anyway. You were always good at seeing through his bullshit.
"Don't walk away from me," you shout, reaching over and grabbing him before he could get far. "Just tell me why. That's all I want."
•
He pulled his arm free, anger starting to boil inside him. Not at you but at this situation. He just wanted to get away from it and act like it never happened, for your safety. But now he saw that won’t happen, so he has to solve it the hard way.
"Don't tell me what to do, Y/N. I'm a god," he growled, hovering over you. "You are nothing."
Your shoulders fell, and you step back in shock. The switch in his attitude wwas so quick it almost gave you whiplash, and his comment stung worse than a thousand wasp stings. And just like a wasp’s venom would infect a wound, Technical Boy’s words poisoned your mind with insecurities and sadness.
"You mean nothing to me. I kissed you because I felt like it. Because I could. Because I wanted to mess with you. No other reason but that. You're human," he sneers, looking you up and down in faux disgust. "You are a tiny little flea that does nothing but annoy me."
Tears slipped from your eyes, and he could feel his resolve weakening. He had to do this to you. He had to protect you. If that meant hurting you and chasing you away, then he would. As long as you were safe. As long as you were far from him.
As he watched your tears fall, he wanted nothing more than to pull you close and apologize over and over again. But he couldn't. Losing you like this, knowing you were alive and safe somewhere out there, was easier than admitting he cared for you and losing you in a far worse way to World. If he did this to you, you’d leave, and sure, it’d hurt for a time, but not forever. If he told you he cared and you were happy together, but he got upgraded, you’d lose him, and that would hurt you in a way he didn’t think you were ready to handle. And if World found out, he’d use you against him. World would hurt you, and if that did come to pass, Technical Boy wouldn’t be able to live with himself. Temporary heartbreak is easier than living a life loving one person that you can never be with.
He turned away from you. The god couldn't look at you; he couldn't look at what he'd done to you. "Get out," he said. "I never want to see you again."
That was a lie. A horrible, brutal lie that he hated to say.
And you hated to hear it even more. You knew it was a lie. He could never look you in the eye when he lied to you. He didn’t when he rejected you (you didn't know why you hadn't noticed at the time), he didn't when he was at your place, he didn't when he insulted you a few seconds ago, and he was doing it again.
"T-"
"Get out!" He shouted, fists clenching to keep himself rooted in his decision. "Just go."
Your arms shook, anger erupting at his untruthfulness. “No,” you said. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what the fuck the problem is.”
Years of friendship crumbled to dust as soon as you mentioned having a crush on him, and he gets like this. He acts like he never cared in the first place. It was fucking ridiculous, and you weren’t okay with taking his shite.
“Fuckin’ answer me, Technical Boy.” You stormed over, arms crossed and eyebrows creased in frustration.
“I hate you,” he said. “Now get the fuck out.”His back was still turned to you.
“No.” You stood firm and did your best not to let him get to you.
“Just go, Y/N! Just fucking get out of here!”
“N. O. Technical Boy. N. O. I am not leaving until you tell me why you’re so insistent on pushing me away and why you rejected me, only kiss me the next day. I want to know why you’re doing this to me. To us.”
“There is no us, okay. I was just using you! You’re a thing to me, not a person, not a friend. Nothing.” He turned to you and leant in closer, his face only a breath away from yours. “You mean nothing to me. Now go.” The god pointed to the door, hoping that this would be what pushed you away.
Getting in your face was a mistake of epic proportions that hit him like a brick in seconds. Not only could you see the hurt in his eyes but he was also close enough to--
“Fuck!” He shouted, stumbling back and grabbing his jaw in pain. His surprise quickly turned to anger. “What the fuck was that for?”
You glared at him. Your hand hurt from punching him, but you ignored it.
“What do you think it was for? Shits and giggles?” You spat. “Here, I’ll give you a fucking list, you arsehole.” Starting to count on your fingers, you named the things he’d done to you in the past 24 hours. “Lying, hurting me, insulting me, kissing me after rejecting, getting in my face. Oh, and did I already mention lying? Probably, but I’ll do it again because it’s really starting to piss me off.”
His nostrils flared as he straightened his spine. Internally, he knew he deserved it, but he couldn’t let you know that.
“Would you have rather I lie and tell you I liked you back?” The god challenged.
“No!” Your arms spread out. “I would have rathered you not fucking kiss me out of the blue! That’s what I would have rathered. I would have rather you just ignored my feelings for you than treat me like this.”
“I didn’t fucking start this, Y/N. This is on you.” He pointed at you, scowling.
You just laughed. “Me? I didn’t start this. You did as soon as you kissed me. All I wanted to know was why but then you started lying.”
He chuckled mockingly and looked away, his tongue poking at the skin under his lower lip inside his mouth. He was reaching his end, and he wouldn’t be able to keep this up much longer.
“Just tell me, for fuck’s sake. That’s all I want!”
And that was his breaking point.
”You wanna know why I kissed you? Why I lied?” He asked, frowning and his hands on his hips. He had lost all his fight. You weren’t going to drop the subject until you learned the tuth, so that’s what he’ll have to tell.
“I did it because I care about you. Okay? That’s why. I kissed you because I have cared deeply about you for years, and I was being an impulsive idiot. I lied to you because I’m fucking scared, Y/N. I don’t want you to die because of me. World is dangerous and volatile, and we don’t have the best working relationship. If he felt like it, he could have you killed just to hurt me. And when I get upgraded, you’ll be left alone, not knowing what happened or where I am.” His voice lowered, his anger turning into fear and uncertainty.
His eyebrows scrunched together in sadness, his emotions bursting like water through a dam. “I’m a god. One of modernity. We either burn bright and fast or long and low. World and Media play the long game. They know how to use people and mortal connections against those that piss them off. I can’t- I can’t let them use you against me because I pissed them off. I wouldn’t be able to handle that. I wouldn’t be able to handle losing you like that.”
Hearing his explanation, as good as it felt to finally know, made you cry. You hadn’t known that he cared about you like that. Maybe you were blind or stupid. Honest, you thought he never would care as anything more than a friend. But to hear this, his fear and love mixed together, it broke your heart.
“You care about me?” You asked, staring in disbelief.
“That’s what you got out of that?” He sniffled. “Out of all of what I said, the care part is the only one you picked up?”
“I stopped listening after that part, yeah.”
He laughed, tears streaming down his face. “I can’t believe you.” The god wiped away his tears. He looked at you with a pained smile.
Quietly, you walked to him, placing a hand on his cheek.
“We can’t,” he whispered. “For your safety, we can’t.”
“Says the guy who kissed me first,” you joked.
He nuzzled into your hand and kissed it before looking into your eyes. “I’m serious.”
“Then push me away.”
He couldn’t, and you knew it. So, once again, he kissed you, his lips moulding to yours perfectly. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss, lips moving slowly in tandem with yours. He didn’t want to rush this like he did the last. He wanted to cherish it. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you as close as possible. Impossibly close to where you could feel his heart hammering in his chest. You were sure he could feel yours as well.
“Just tonight,” he muttered, slightly pulling away so he could speak. “Then, never again.”
You nodded, pressing your forehead to his and rubbing it affectionately. You opened your mouth to answer, but when your eyes met his, it was like you were frozen in time. His expression was one you never wanted to forget.
His pupils were blown wide, almost encasing his beautiful, blue irises in inky blackness. But still, his eyes held so much emotion, it would take years to sort through them all. The most prominent being love as it overlapped everything else, burying the unimportant feelings to deal with later.
His hair and clothes were slightly dishevelled from the yelling match and pacing from earlier, but in this instance, it only made him seem more attractive. He sighed gently, and his breath fanned over your face, leaving a heat tingling over your skin and the smell of mint in its wake. He mumbled your name at your silence, leaning closer and just barely tapping his lips against yours.
“Just tonight,” your voice comes out as a whisper, your lips gracing over his as you pull him in for another kiss.
Both your eyes fluttered shut, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, twisting your fingers through his gorgeous locks and pulling lightly on the strands. He sighed into the kiss, squeezing fistfuls of your shirt and trying not to drag you closer to him, not that you could get any closer.
Those are the last sounds heard in the house as you and Technical Boy spend the rest of your night together. That would be the only time anything like that would happen, so you both were ready to milk it for everything it was worth
Yan cornered him in the kitchen, between the stove-- still charred from the last time Wilford tried to cook-- and the coffee machine, which gurgled away.
“Did you get my letter?” She demanded, the words spilling out in too much of a hurry to be truly intelligible. She did a little excited dance, school skirt swirling at her thighs. Her eyes were practically heart-shaped. “Did you get it? Did you like it?”
The Host paused to take a drink from his coffee mug, which was purple, decorated with dozens of tiny eyes, and read I’ve got my eye on you. Really, what he was doing was reading the different paths that lay before him, judging which was best to take, while heaving an inward sigh. Becoming Yandere’s crush of the week was an inconvenience at best.
Of course he’d gotten her letter; it was an overdramatic, poorly written, scrawling declaration of love that bordered on obsession. It was something the Author might’ve indulged, once upon a time.
Ah.
The Host sneered at her. “I got your letter, and it had to be the worst thing I’ve ever read.”
“What?” Yan looked taken aback. Her grin flickered. “What do you mean? Do you not love me, too?”
“Love you?” The coffee cup plunked to the counter and all of a sudden he was looming over her, drawing up to his full height and coughing out a scornful laugh. “Why would I ever love you? I hardly know you exist.”
He withdrew the letter from a pocket within his trenchcoat and tossed it at her, a cruel smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth as she scrambled for it, tears rolling down her cheeks to splotch the wrinkled paper.
“You’re horrible!” She cried, crumpling the letter into a ball and throwing it at him; it bounced uselessly off his chest. Then, she fled the kitchen, weeping.
Meanwhile, the Host relaxed, resuming his usual slouch. He leaned back against the counter and took another drink of coffee.
I imagine George going on blind dates with other guys before realizing that Wilbur was the one for him, and all of Wilbur's friends telling him that he has to forget about George before meeting again after so many years.
it's something like that!! yeah!
George has never really been the one for commitment in the au, so he's always going about things and going around, seeking something each time! but it's truly just him worrying about the thought of being left behind or rejected that really makes his commitment issues spike.
he can never settle on one thing because he feels as if no one will settle for him.
