Sink or swim
summary When the tsunami hits you're at the pier, watching in confusion and shock as the huge wave nears. You're swept away with a dozen others but gain back consciousness with a weirdly attractive guy and his.. son?
tags medical inaccuracy (I made everything medical up pls ignore it), blood and injuries, one POV change, cursing
word count 2831
a/n just watched the episodes with the tsunami and oh my god? Iâm so in love with Buck, Chris and Eddie. These three are adorable. Also these episodes were just good as hell, wtf? Andddd I hope I didnât make any of them OOC (out of character) but if I did forgive me yall đ«¶đ» also English isnât my first language, so⊠đ„č
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Maybe you should've guessed what it meant when the sea started retreating and a huge wave built up more by the second. But somehow it seemed so surreal that you didn't. You clung to the thought that it was an optical illusion, after all there was no way a tsunami would hit that one time you're at the pier.
Now moments later you regret not running faster, earlier or simply finding a spot to hide. You're pulled under the surface every few seconds, swallowing mouthfuls of salty seawater that makes your nose burn and eyes blur.
You're choking when you're swept against a hard object, it's sharp edge digging into your waist. âFuck!â you curse, though it ends in a gurgle when more water sweeps over you.
When you resurface you're facing an object that turns out to be a sunken fire truck. The red is striking against the blue and Grey around you and you could cry at relief when you manage to hoist yourself onto it.
You're exhausted, your side hurts and you're dizzy. Your phone is useless, the water having destroyed the technology. Cursing, you pocket it again and lean back. You're about to relax, aware that it could take hours for emergency services to reach you when you hear high pitched screaming. You look up, just in time to see someone with a yellow sweater being pulled towards you with the current, screaming at the top of their lungs.
âJesus,â you swear and crawl to the edge of the truck, yelling to get their attention with your arm reached out as far as possible.
You almost faint when the person turns around and a small child looks at you, red glasses full of water and messy brown hair. He's crying, reaching out as he's struggling to stay afloat.
âHey! I'm here, grab my hand!â You yell and lean over the ledge as far as you could. As soon as you saw that little boy you knew you'd jump after him if he couldn't grab your hand now.
âI got you, sweetheart, come on!â
Your assurance seems to help and he kicks his legs, managing to move closer to where you are. In a split second you grab his hand and pull him over the railing and onto the truck, holding the little boy close to your chest in relief.
âThank you,â he mumbles, coughing a little as he adjusts his glasses. You try to look as calm and collected as possible, gently smiling at him and beckoning him further away from the railing and rushing water.
âAre you okay? Does anything hurt?â He shakes his head, biting his lip as he looks out at the water again. He must've been with someone else, you guess when he sits up at every piece floating by.
âAre you looking for someone?â You ask gently and he nods. He slowly speaks, hands fidgeting in his lap, âB-Buck. He's a firefighter.â
You stop yourself from cooing at this adorable child and nod, âWe're gonna find him, okay? Just stay here and it'll be okay.â
He looks worried but slowly nods. You go back to sitting between him and the railing, looking out for anyone else.
Just as you spot someone, the small boy moves rapidly and pulls your shirt, âBuck! It's Buck!â He stutters loudly.
You whip your head back around to the rushing water and try thinking of a way to save him too. You couldn't just grab his hand, he would probably just pull you off the truck and you wouldn't risk leaving the kid by himself.
âShit,â You mumble as you look for a way to help the man, the boy desperately crying out for âBuckâ behind you.
It seems you don't need to do much when something slams into the truck and seconds later the man pulls himself up and next to you.
And, damn. He was attractive. His dark blonde curls stick to his forehead as his blue eyes fixate on you and then the boy, strong arms holding him up as a smile builds on his lips, âChristopher!â
You move a bit as the two reunite, the boy- Christopher throwing his arms around the man's neck and giggling wildly.
You watch with a smile, the adorable sight momentarily distracting you from the tsunami keeping not just you but these two strangers trapped on top of a fire truck.
He turns around after a minute, keeping Christopher in his lap as he looks at you. He clears his throat and nods, âThank you for saving him.â You shake your head and wave your hand in dismissal, unsure how to deal with compliments.
âNo, really. I was going crazy when I couldn't find him,â his eyes are fixed on your face and you blame the heat creeping up your neck onto the temperature changes from the water and sun, smiling nervously. âIt's all good. Your son is a sweetheart.â
He chuckles, âHe definitely is. Though he's not my son,â he mentions, poking the boy's side when he mumbles something. You quickly nod, embarrassed. âSorry, I shouldn't have assumed-â he shakes his head and a relaxed smile sets on his face.
âIt's fine, don't worry. Did you have any luck reaching 911?â You shake your head and hold up your broken phone, screen flickering sadly as you do. He sighs and brushes a hand through his hair (you try not to stare at the hot sight because wow, what are the odds of meeting such an attractive man in the middle of a tsunami?).
âWe're probably just gonna have to wait. It'll take time to get boats and units here. It probably looks like this everywhere,â he explains and you tilt your head in surprise before remembering that the kid had mentioned he's a firefighter. Meaning he knew the protocols.
âRight. Christopher mentioned you're a firefighter.â You smile when the boy perks up, a seemingly never faltering smile on his face. âGuess I'm lucky to be stuck with you. Safest I could be.â You shrug, a bashful smile on your face.
âBuck will s-save us all,â Christopher proclaims proudly and you coo at the cute boy. The man now seems a bit uneasy and sighs before his eyes widen, âShit, right, I'm Evan. Everyone just calls me Buck, though.â You shake his outstretched hand and introduce yourself in turn, biting your lip as a nervous habit.
âSo you're a firefighter?â You prompt curiously.
âIt's a bit complicated right nowâŠâ He sighs, a frown setting on his forehead. You're about to apologize for overstepping when Christopher speaks up again, âHe threw up blood.â
Your eyes widen and Evan- Buck pinches the boysâ side in reprimand. âBlood clots,â he elaborates as he looks at your slightly shocked expression. You hum sympathetically before realizing something. âWait. You were the one trapped under that fire truck? On the news?â
He chuckles (which makes him even more attractive, what the actual fuck?) and nods, âYep, that's me.â
You grimace in sympathy at the memory and automatically glance at his leg, âIs it all healed? You don't have to talk about it, it's fine if you don't-â he waves you off assuringly, looking relaxed.
âIt's fine, don't worry. Yeah it healed fine, had some physical therapy and stuff but now I have blood clots kicking my a- butt.â He stops himself from cursing with Christopher on his lap and you almost smile at the adorable expression of confusion on the kid's face, when Buck presses his hands over both of his ears and whispers what he was originally going to say.
You laugh at the two and a relaxed and almost light atmosphere surrounds the three of you, momentarily disregarding your situation.
âIt's kind of ironic isn't it?â He starts and you tilt your head in question. âYou saved me, a firefighter, by pulling me onto a fire truck,â he elaborates and you can't help but chuckle, âRight. It should've been the other way around,â you sarcastically add and he holds up his hands in mock surrender.
You relax back against the railing, your eyes drawn to Buck again just to notice him already looking at you. You cock your head questioningly and he bites his lip before grinning, âSorry, you're just- like, really beautiful.â
Your jaw drops momentarily before you compose yourself and hide behind your hands, âStop! Geez,â you laugh and he does as well. You exaggerate a shake of your head as you look at Christopher who giggles happily and exclaims, âHe likes you!â
Now both you and Buck fluster as he continues, âHe's always angry but n-now he's happy.â You notice the small struggle of getting his words out but you couldn't care less, you'd wait hours for this sweetheart to finish a sentence if you had to.
âOh, really?â You ask in mock surprise and he eagerly nods before Buck intervenes, âWoah, Woah. I'm not always angry. Just.. grumpy.â Christopher makes it a point to look at him and then at you, rolling his eyes and shaking his head which makes it hard to refrain from laughing.
When Christopher busies himself with leaves floating around them Buck lowers his voice a bit as he speaks to you again, âDon't get the wrong impression itâs just, itâs hard. Not being able to work, saving people and all that.â
You nod quickly, âNo worries. Iâd go insane if I was in your place. Iâm guessing theyâre keeping you from really doing anything âdangerousâ?â You ask, careful in case of him wanting to change the subject.
He nods and drops his head back against a siren light, âIt is. Theyâre trying to put me behind a desk! I mean, Iâm supposed to be out here, saving lives, fighting fires. Thatâs my purpose.â He frowns and you hum to show that youâre listening.
âI know they just want me to recover, butâŠâ
âIt feels like theyâre holding you back?â You finish for him. He chuckles in surprise at the accuracy of what you said and nods.
âIâm probably in no place to tell you this, but trust me, itâs worth it. Get better, do the light work and sooner than you think youâll be back doing what you love. But if you start now and ignore your health.. itâs going to catch up with you. And itâll be way worse than a few weeks behind a desk.â
He looks thoughtful for a moment before slowly nodding, âYou're right. Thank you.â You smile and put a hand on his leg, making sure he doesnât mind before adding, âI mean look at you, crushed by an entire ladder truck and youâre up and running already.â
âIâm just that great,â he sarcastically pats his own shoulder and you both break into laughter.
-
You don't know if it's been minutes, seconds or hours when you wake up, laying on top of destroyed concession stands and other things. Something is digging into your back, your leg is awkwardly bent and your ears are ringing.
Groaning you sit up, wincing in pain when a sharp pain strikes through your back at the movement.
Around you is just more trash and destroyed cars, you see an arm laying on one of the cars and decide to avert your eyes as quick as possible for your own sake.
Every step hurts but you keep going; walking through the flooded streets with your eyes looking for either of the two boys youâd spent earlier with or other survivors.
The sun is starting to set and youâre starting to get hopeless. You have no clue where you were, completely disoriented as you pass houses that look entirely the same. Your phone is useless and youâre alone. Shouldnât you have met at least one person by now?
Your back has gone practically numb, same as your leg, when you see faraway lights in the distance. Your steps get quicker as you see people and to your utter relief firefighters. You donât know if the tears in your eyes are of joy or utter despair from what happened but you couldnât care less when a man with short, brown hair spots you and approaches.
Youâre trying to walk closer when a small voice somewhere close stops you. Youâre not sure if itâs your imagination but you turn around, squinting your eyes in the darkness. And then you see it. A small boy, waddling your way with his arms stretched out like he couldnât see.
Could it be..?
âChristopher?â You see his head perk up and he tries going faster, stumbling over his own feet. Your heart drops in relief and you gather your last strength to run to him, âHey, you remember me right?â He nods and you note the missing glasses.
âThereâs help, come on,â you point out but he doesnât look happy. He looks almost angry, âBuck.â You had almost forgotten about the charming firefighter. But your priority right now was Christopher.
âWeâre gonna find him. Letâs get you help first,â you say with fake enthusiasm in your voice. He doesnât look okay with that but stays silent and you awkwardly wrap your arms around him after making sure heâs okay and lift him into your arms.
Itâs hard to avoid any obstacles while walking but you manage, seeing the brown haired man from a few minutes ago still there.
âHey! I need help! Itâs a kid!â You yell.
He waves you over while walking towards you and as soon as you can actually see him youâre once again surprised. What was it with these firefighters and their good looks? Jesus.
When heâs close enough you nudge Christopher, âThereâs help, heâs gonna make sure youâre okay,â you nod at the man and he stands still before running the last feet over to you, basically ripping the child from you.
âChris!â He cries, clutching the kid with all his might. Oh, this must be his father.
You smile, relieved that they found each other. He looks up at you with gratitude, âThank you so much. Thank you.â You just smile.
âHeâs found us himself. I couldnât find him after..â you donât even know what happened- you just know you passed out and woke up alone. Sighing you rub your temples and shake your head.
âYou should get checked out, too. Youâre barely walking,â the medic (you guess) advises. You take in the people behind him, the full cots and stressed professionals. âIâm okay. Thereâs people that need more help,â you nod.
He frowns and shakes his head, âI could tell you at least two injuries of yours that need treatment. Come on.â He nods his head in the direction of one of the tents and you chuckle but follow him. At least you try to. Four more steps and your legs give out, you clutch a random person's arm to prevent your fall, mumbling a sorry when they just barely catch you.
The ringing in your ears is back and you groan when youâre laid on one of the cots, your back protesting painfully.
Your vision is blurry and you canât understand whatâs being said - what the hell was happening to you?
-
âWait, sheâs- she was with me and Chris.â Eddie looks up in confusion as he hooks you up to an IV, checking your pupils with a small torch. âWhat?â
Buck nods, âYeah, she saved Chris and then me. When the last wave happened she was swept away- we were all swept away.â
Eddies brows furrow and she looks down at you, your hair a damp mess, clothes dirty and bloody. âShe saved Chris?â His best friend nods and crouches down next to you - Eddie notes the pained groan he tries to conceal as he does so - extending a hand and awkwardly patting your shoulder.
âWill she be okay?â
Eddie's answer is interrupted when you open your eyes and wince at the lights surrounding the tent.
âHey, you feeling okay?â Buck asks before Eddie can get a word out, and you almost faint again seeing these two fine men looking down at you with concern. Great first impression, you think.
âFeel like I was in a tsunami,â you grunt and both of them laugh a bit. A third voice pops up next to you, âWe were in one, silly.â Leaning over your head and looking upside down at you was Christopher, a smile on his face.
You huff a laugh and hum, âYouâre right. Smart boy.â
Eddie looks at Buck at the exchange and he just shrugs with a grin. Chris walks to Eddie and leans into his side, eyes still on you.
âIs there something on my face, or..?â You ask half joking as three pairs of eyes stay trained on you.
âJust beauty,â Buck grins and thereâs a second of silence before Eddie gags and rolls his eyes, âThatâs so creepy, dĂos.â You laugh as Buck tries defending himself, simply looking just as cute to you as earlier.
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Hi, i love your blog so much so Iâm requesting a Jimin oneshot. I thought of a âjealousy fuckâ : Jimin and his girlfriend ( reader ) are out with his family, at a dinner.
His cousin kinda flirts with her, so Jimin is jealous and acts possessive. Heâs always around her, occasionally sneaking his arms around her hips or waist and kisses her and you know.
Then when they are finally at home, they end up on the bed or sofa ( you choose ) and fuck / make love.
remind me | pjm
pairing. jimin x reader established relationship au
genre. smut, fluff, jealousy
w.c. 2.1k
summary. After a dinner where Jiminâs cousin was a little too infatuated with you, you assure Jimin that your heart is set on him and only him and he proves his love back to you in bed.
contains. jealous & possessive jiminie, jimin wonât admit heâs jelly, jiminâs cousin is a homewrecker đ, soft/intimate sex, unprotected sex, so much kisses omg, fluffy shower scene, jimin is whipped and loves oc đ„čâ€ïž
âremind me how much you love me⊠how Iâm yoursâ
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It wasnât the fact that he was showing you extra attention tonight, but the blatant possessiveness that came with it.
Jimin was never shy to show you off in front of his family. In fact, he loved to do that more than anything so that they could see the love of his life like how he does. Admirable, is what he thinks you are. Except tonight, itâs almost as if heâs trying his absolute best to prove youâre his. A sight for his eyes only.
Sat beside Jimin at his momâs dining table, his arm slumped over your shoulder, you pat your boyfriend's thigh and try to meet his eyes despite the proximity. Your glance holds a question, eyebrows creased as you nod your head to his arm in gesture.
He interprets it incorrectly, however, assuming you thought his arm was uncomfortable for you, only to remove it and engulf the top of your thigh with his hand instead.
And after several more failed attempts to indirectly ask him what he was doing, even trying to excuse the two of you to the bathroom at one point only for Jimin to reply with an oblivious âyou go ahead, Iâm fineâ followed by a kind smile, you gave up.
And it wasnât until the car ride home that you were able to vaguely piece together what that whole possession act was about after going over the events and conversations that occurred at the dinner in your head.
âWhat was that about?â you ask, bringing the matter directly to his attention for the first time tonight, despite the fact you already know the answer.
Jimin stares straight ahead at the dark road as he continues to take you both home, one hand on the wheel as his other toys with his bottom lip, elbow on the windowâs ledge.
His reaction is delayed as his brows furrow in attempted confusion a full two seconds after your question.
âWhat was what about?â
You roll your eyes and face him with a deadpanned expression, and he allows his eyes to flick over your still features before adverting them back to the road.
âWhat?â he asks again, his tone a tad bit exaggerated and it wouldnât take a genius to detect his obvious acting.
Understanding that he wonât be the one to confess, you eliminate the opportunity you gave him to explain for himself, jumping straight to your own conclusions instead.
âIf this is about your cousin then -â
âSo you noticed too?â
His interruption catches you off guard and you fall silent for a moment as you register his words. But before you can answer his question, he speaks.
âI canât believe he talked to you like that right in front of me. The audacity one must have -â
âIâm sure he was just being nice, Jimin.â Your tone was gentle but authoritative in an attempt to halt what you thought were absurd accusations of his.
Although, those âabsurd accusationsâ do make sense, in Jiminâs defense. But youâre sure his cousin meant no harm by all the compliments and gestures he gave you. However, when he kissed your hand, it did catch you off guard and you noticed the way Jiminâs hand fisted by his side. But posh people kiss hands all the time, you conclude. Even if his cousin isnât necessarily posh (or British for that matter) itâs still just a gesture of basic, formal etiquette.
âBeing nice?â Jimin reiterates your words, disbelief coating his tone. âBabe, he kissed you.â
âMy hand.â you correct him.
Jimin scoffs, shaking his head and he doesnât dare to glance over at you, keeping quiet for the remainder of the tension-filled ride.
âŠ
The delicate and soothing flow of the warm water dispersing from the shower head has sent you and Jimin into a much more relaxed state compared to a few moments ago.
Itâs still silent, but itâs comfortable.
He even started washing your hair without you having to ask, the small yet loving gesture being instinctive to him, and it wasnât until you turned around to face him in the large shower that he finally spoke.
âIâm not mad, by the way.â he guides you to stand directly beneath the stream, the soapy suds rinsing out of your hair.
âWellâ at least not at you.â
You bring your own hands up to massage your roots, allowing the water to clear all remains of the shampoo. Your head is lolled back and eyes are gently shut, and Jimin catches himself admiring you.
âI know,â you softly respond, waiting a moment before continuing.
âAnd Iâm not trying to take his side when I tell you he didnât mean anything by it. I just really do think he didnât purposely try to get on your nerves. He is your family after all.â
Jimin hears your words and understood them vaguely, but his attention is on you. Heâs realizing that there will always be people like his cousin because just look at you. Youâre stunning, he thinks. And he canât fight the smile that pulls at his lips upon the further realization that youâre his.
Reopening your eyes, you're met with his small smile and dilated eyes.
âWhat?â you ask, voice coming out in a whisper as you feel yourself getting shy in front of his gaze.
Even after all the time youâve been together, one look is all it takes to feel those same familiar butterflies that you felt the first time you met him.
âNothing,â he whispers back, his top lip falling over his bottom as he restricts his smile from growing to save him from looking foolish.
But you wish he knew that you see his smiling face and lit-up eyes as anything but foolish. You see it as love, and in return, you feel loved. And this love is the very reason that people like his cousin is not something he should ever have to worry about because you only feel this way with him. No one else.
You take one step forward, closing the gap that was originally between you, and your hands press flat against his chest.
Looking up at him, your chin rests just below his collarbone, and he meets your gaze.
âYou know I love you, right?â
Heâs warm beneath your touch, and you canât feel it but the butterflies are dancing in his stomach. His increasing heartbeat does a good job of representing that as the comfortable stream of the water truly accentuates the moment.
Nodding his head yes, his lips meet your forehead, leaving a soft, prolonged kiss.
âNo, I need to hear you say it. Say you know that I love you.â
Your tone is hushed yet emphasized, genuinely wanting him to do as asked as if saying it out loud will give him a deeper understanding that your heart is set on him and only him.
âI know that you love me.â
Too busy soaking in the moment, he almost forgot how to speak but managed to add, âI love you too. A lot.â
Your hands snake up his chest until your arms are locking behind his neck and youâre reaching up to meet your lips with his.
Itâs subtle, the meaning clear behind it but the intent is not fully there yet. Thatâs until you pull away with a light suction sound, eyes deep on his.
âRemind me how much you love me⊠how Iâm yours.â
And just like that the intent comes to show, becoming even more clear as your lips travel to his neck this time, kissing softly before biting with little to no pressure.
A groan leaves his parted lips, the butterflies seemingly having traveled a little more south. And this time, you feel those butterflies of his as itâs becoming harder and harder against your bare stomach.
Blindly reaching behind you, youâre able to twist the nob of the shower head off, the new silence allowing the damage you're doing on his neck to be heard.
The more you feel him growing against you, the harder your biting gets and the lewder the sound of your lips against his neck gets.
And just as you start to need him, he reaches an arm out to push the glass shower door open, walking you backward until you are both safely out and heâs guiding you to the bedroom.
âBut Iâm all wet.â you giggle as you realize heâs now guiding you to the bed.
âI hoped so.â he teases, your legs against the edge of the queen-sized bed, the soft bedding felt against your water-droplet skin.
You allow yourself to fall back, internally cringing at the fact your wet hair was pressed against the dry comforter, but you know its going to be worth it.
Jimin follows, crawling over your body until his face aligns with yours his wet strands dripping water just beyond your forehead.
âYouâre so beautiful, jagi. My pretty girl.â
A smile creeps onto your face and you whisper a shy âthank youâ, your expression quickly transitioning into one of desire upon feeling his hungry lips again.
Itâs quick when he guides your legs up, skipping foreplay altogether and lining himself up with you.
And you enjoy foreplay, but right now, heâs on a mission to prove his love.
âYou werenât lying,â he mutters as his tip is slippery against your sopping core, feeling just how wet you actually are for him.
He meets your eyes, waiting for your nod of permission for him to continue like how he always does before you make love.
Itâs a small gesture that you really do appreciate. You appreciate how gentle he always is with you, never wanting to do anything that could potentially hurt you. Only doing what you want.
Ironically, his length begins to slowly ease into you, his hands blindly searching for yours and intertwining your fingers together.
âKeep going?â
âYes.â you breath out sharply as you feel more and more of him, his girth stretching you out in the most orgasmic way.
He tries to refrain from moaning too much to fully concentrate on his movement in you, but when you buck your hips up to bottom him out, he canât help his whimpers.
âY/N.â he exhales, face nuzzling into your neck as he pulls out halfway only to slowly ease back in.
He finds a comfortable rhythm, and you both melt into it.
But if this werenât an intimate moment, heâd be shamelessly telling you how proud he is to fuck whatâs his. Heâll make you say it out loud. Make you tell him how he fucks you better than anyone else, even though heâs the only one. But this moment is a lot more subtle than that, and for good reason.
The difference between making love with Jimin and rough fucking is similar in terms of pleasure, but the underlying emotion that lingers when he slowly fucks into you is something you could die happily in.
His subtle âI love youâsâ that he spits out when the pleasure feels too good. The way he knows exactly where to aim. The soft and assuring kisses he places on your lips every once in a while when your moans become whiny. All of it makes you feel so overwhelmingly happy and loved. It makes you want to never part from his touch, and live in the moment forever, even as cliche as it might sound.
His thrusts pick up the slightest bit as he feels a pang of his desired pleasure spark in his lower stomach, and you can feel him twitch inside of you when you become more audible.
âLet me hear you, jagi.â
He unlocks one hand from yours, bringing it to wipe the hair out of your eyes and tuck it behind your ear.
âIt feels so good, Jimin.â you almost cry, sucking in air through your teeth as you tighten your hold on his hand.
Heâs confident that he can cum in sync with you, so using his free hands he allows his fingertips to toy with your clit.
You gasp, back arching an inch off the bed as you grind your hips.
His name falls past your lips more times than you could count, body tending as you feel the climatic bliss start to build.
âJimin, I'm gonna cum. Iâmââ
Upon your cue, he finally allows his own orgasm to approach before becoming undone on top of you, his jolting and cock spurting his warm aftermath deep into your convulsing core.
As his head becomes foggy in pleasure, all he sees is you. Youâre in the same state, and the look shared right before you shut your eyes to finish riding out the feeling was like a confirmation of some sort.
He holds himself on top of you with his forearms for just a moment before recollecting himself and crashing his back to the space beside you.
Turning to face him, heâs already staring at you.
âDid that remind you?â
âŠ
After having fallen asleep in the same spot on top of the wet sheets, you wake up in the middle of the night under freshly dried blankets and one of Jiminâs T-shirts covering your boding. Jimin is fast asleep next to you, and you canât help it when you lean over to place one last kiss of the night on his cheek, murmuring one last âlove youâ before laying down to go back to sleep.
âI love you,â Jimin whispers back in a sleepy voice, and once again, youâre reminded.
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A/N: hope this fulfilled your request anon <3 i was going to add actual dialogue for the cousin but i was eager to get to the fluff part lol (if u enjoyed this pls like, reblog, and send feedback!) also this was not proof read *im running on 2 hours of sleep T_T*
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Have you heard the song love at first fight by LANY? If you havenât you should the chorus gives me major Eddie/Reader vibes. The chorus is:âUnder the moonlight, clenching your jaw. And that's when I saw the fire in your eyes. Clothes on the floor, you stormed out the door. And that's when I knew that I can't live without you. It was sparks at first sight. But it was love at first fight.â
And OMG. Can you imagine? Eddie and her are still in puppy love honey moon stage and they have their first fight. Over nothing too serious, but serious enough to warrant an argument. And she storms out of his trailer slamming the door and all of the anger just washes from Eddie, and heâs standing there feeling alone, and sad, and helpless and panicked. And it slaps him in the face âoh my god Iâm in love with her, I canât let her leave mad.â And he runs after her scooping her into his arms before she gets in her car and just keeps telling her heâs sorry and heâs an asshole and heâs not letting her leave mad đ„č
ohhhh lordy. đ
the first fight feels like the world is falling out from under both you and him. itâs not even anything big, a stupid argument over a miscommunication and a forgotten date on eddieâs part. you hate the pain in his eyes when you raise your voice at him, but for whatever reason you donât back down and it just turns into both of you yelling back and forth, saying things neither of you really mean. thereâs so much unspoken love and passion behind it all, and the fear of jumping off the ledge into new depths of a relationship definitely spurs on some of the anxiety riddled into the argument. you decide youâve had it and you slam the door, harder than necessary, feet stomping on gravel as you go to your car. eddieâs dead silent inside, staring at the door hoping itâll open again and youâll come back in. but you donât, and he gets so scared. he feels like he canât breathe as he thinks over the possibility of having lost you, and everything just hits him like a train. itâs so obvious to him then that he loves you, adores you, and he canât let you leave angry. he canât let this ruminate and become something unrepairable. and so heâs running out the door after you, in his socks because he couldnât be bothered to put shoes on. he doesnât care if the ground is wet from the previous nightâs rain and his feet are getting muddy, he doesnât care about any of it when he sees you leaning against your car with your head in your hands. he just scoops you up without thinking, pulls you so tight to his chest youâre surprised your bones donât shatter. heâs kissing the top of your head over and over, mumbling âIâm sorryâ between presses of his lips. all of your anger just melts away, all of the stupid things you said swirl around your head and shatter to the ground. âbaby, I-â is what you start to say before eddie cuts you off. âdonât apologize, I was an asshole and I need to be more careful. I didnât mean any of those hurtful things I said,â his eyes are huge and glassy as he looks at you, and you just hold his face in your hands firmly as your lip wobbles. âI love you, I love you so much. please donât leave me, I canât let you leave angry,â he whimpers, and it makes your heart ache and swell at the same time. âIâd be a fool to leave you, because I love you too,â is all you say back before heâs pressing his lips to yours and youâre both standing there with tears streaming down your faces, salty wet lips colliding. you canât even remember why you were so mad before, why you let something so small blow out of proportion. all that matters is that you love eddie and he loves you, and youâll figure all the rest out as you go.
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No fr. Ozone by chase Atlantic is top fucking tier. And it matches this fic so good.
âI need some reasons to live, maybe you could show me someâ
âI might just jump off the ledge, and drown in alcohol again.â
âI donât think Iâll ever get soberâ
âShe told me show loves me, but I do not deserve her love.â
âI wish I was more of a manâ
LikeâŠwhat?đ„čđ„č
My girl came in and saved his life.đâ€ïž
STOP! BECAUSE YOU TOOK THE WORDS RIGHT OUT OF MY MOUTH WTH??? SHES SO GOOD FOR HIM.
When youâre dealing with depression, sometimes all it takes is that one person to come and lead you out of that dark place, and sheâs that person for himđ„č đ«¶đœ
brb, gonna go cry in the corner
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