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trixeeclipse · 1 year

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Falling

*Not My Gif*

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Post Date: 9-11-19

Paring: George Weasley x Reader

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The night sky was peaceful as you stared up into the darkness, eyes casted over the bright twinkling stars. Moments like these, the calm ones, were the ones that gave you hope that this war you were all fighting would end soon. But it doesn’t seem like that would happen tonight. George looked around his family before letting his eyes settle up on you, your head up turned to as you stood unaware of his gaze. He let himself stare for a few fleeting minutes before making his way towards you.

“You always kept your head in the stars.” He says earning your attention as you chuckle. He stood next you, watching your lips turn into a soft smile before he copies your stance.

“It’s a weird thing to think about how all these people, muggles, don’t know there is a war going on. It makes you think a little.” George smirks at your revelation and takes your hand in his, making your breath hitch and look down at the tangled fingers.

“You always were too smart for me.”

“George-“

He shook his head, making you pause and sigh. He squeezes your hand before dropping them, frowning at the loss of warmth from you. “I know. I know what you’re going to say. We broke up for a reason and for that reason we stay broken up. But that doesn’t mean I have to like it.” You nodded your head and looked up into the sky, waiting for the call to be able to enter Harry’s place. George on the other hand stared at the ground, unable to focus on anything else. “Why did we break up?” He whispered as you closed your eyes, trying hard to keep yourself composed. The truth was you had no idea why you broke up. It just happened and at the time it made perfect sense, you thought you both agreed it was the best idea, but you didn’t know George hated it. He loved you with everything in him and he physically felt his heart break when you ended things. He thought you were the one.

“It was for the best.” You muttered and listened as George scoffed.

“You’re lying. Why are you lying? What aren’t you telling me?” he pressed as your heart started racing, dreading this conversation completely. You knew helping the order would mean you and George would be close but you just hoped you could get your Best Friends back. Fred and George were your best friends before you graduated and you and George split, but since then your communication had been limited and it pained you. You were about to answer him before Moody’s voice interrupted you both, telling you it was time to go.

The plan was simple enough, 7 Harrys to get to the burrow days before his birthday. You volunteered to take the Polly Juice potion and become a Harry, but Moody told you they had enough. Moody told you he wanted you by his side so he could protect you. Since you became a part of the Order Moody had taken you under his wing, treating you like family since your parents had been killed in your fourth year. That was also when George and you got together. He saw you in more pain than he ever had, and he couldn’t take it. So, he kissed you. He promised he would always be there to take away your pain and you made the same promise.

The transformation was complete, and you looked between all of them, knowing exactly which one of them was George based on the fact that he was the only one watching you with sad eyes.

“Alright, lets get going.” Moody said as he clapped you over the shoulder, knocking you out of the staring contest you were having. You nodded and followed him out the door, making sure to grab George’s hand before you left and squeezing it.

“Y/N!” he called out and you turned to him. “Be safe.” You bit your lip, watching Moody grab both of your brooms before nodding towards George.

“You too.” You shared a smile before leaving the house only supplied with people now. Something felt off, it worried you, but you pushed the feelings away, believing it to just be in your head. You stood with Moody, Mundungus between you two, rocking on his feet. You stifled a laugh, seeing the “Harry” next to you act so different from the Harry you knew. “Don’t worry Mundungus, we’ll keep you safe.” You tried to assure him but he wasn’t quite listening. You gave up, listening to Moody before you were off, flying through the skies of London.

You were glad you took the time earlier to watch the stars because this was not one of those moments that made it possible. Death Eaters surrounded you and you were barely in the air. All the groups flew apart, each person watching their respective Harry as your head raced. There were too many of them, all of them going after you guys, but they weren’t what you feared the most.

Voldemort.

He was on your tail. He didn’t know which Harry was the real one, so he decided to go after the one with the strongest protector, and just your luck that was Mundungus at Moody’s side, and unfortunately yours. You all tried to speed up, trying to lose him but it was no use when you turned around and saw his wand. He aimed it at Mundungus getting ready to fire as your heart raced. You pulled out your wand, getting ready to fire a curse at Voldemort to distract him but it was to late.

“Avada Kedavra!” Voldemort yelled as you watched his curse take effect, only it missed. Mundungus was gone after having disapparated before the curse hit him. You were so close to relief until you saw the green light collide with Moody.

“NOOO!!!” You yelled as Moody slowly moved off his broom, letting his body fly down as you reached out, trying to catch him, but you couldn’t. Your fingers touched his coat but you weren’t able to grab him. You held back a cry, knowing that it wouldn’t do you any good and you needed to lose the death eaters and get to the burrow. You were still watching his body drop before seeing movement in the corner of your eye. You barely had time to look up before a curse was sent your way. It hit you in the face causing you to let out a scream as you started to fall, hanging onto your broom for dear life but you couldn’t mount it right away. Your eyes closed as the air whipped past your face, making your face hurt from the pressure as it hit the mark from your curse. You didn’t know if you were dying, but you couldn’t do anything to prevent it.

They say before you die, your life flashes before you, showing you everything you need to see in your final moments. But all you saw was George. All you saw was that smile he gave you every time he would pass you by at Hogwarts, the one he gave you the first time you both said I love you, or the special smile he gave you when you both slept together for the first time and he woke up to see you cuddled onto his chest. Those were the moments you needed to see. But you also saw that moment where you both threw it all away, the moment you walked away from what should’ve been your forever. You made a promise to never let him be in pain and yet you both hurt each other more than you ever imagined.

You didn’t want to die. You weren’t going to let yourself. Time seemed to stop as you tired to throw your leg over the broom, ignoring the screams from your body as you managed you sit on the broom. You weren’t going to die. You pulled up on your broom, groaning as you finally got flying again. Moody was gone, Mundungus left, and you were the last of your group. The burrow came into your sight as you let yourself fall on your broom and you made the last little journey. Hermione and Ron were outside when you landed and at your side at an instant, helping you onto your feet. You tried to take a few steps, but you couldn’t. Ron threw your arm over his shoulder wrapping his arm around your waist and they both brought you into the burrow.

“Y/N?!” A few different people in the burrow yelled as they took you from Ron, putting you in the chair next to the couch. George was lying across the sofa, blood coating his face as you widened your eyes. You winced as the action caused your face to throb and your hand shoot up. You traced your fingers along yours skin gently to find the source before hitting a sensitive spot.

“Oh, dear you shouldn’t.” Molly whispered as she brought a rag to your face. You whimpered as she apologized, bringing it back up to clean it more. A hand fell into yours and you didn’t have to look to know it was George’s, he was making you feel better. When Molly pulled the rag away you were in shock at how red it had become, your blood staining the fabric as you squeezed Georges hand.

“Mundungus.” You whispered as Molly paused before she continued to take care of you. “Mundungus.” You repeated as you let out a few quiet sobs, trying to catch your breath to carry on.

“Shh. Shh. Shh. It’s okay, dear. We know.” She tried to convince you to stop talking but you weren’t having it. You shook your head, swallowing down your cries as you pushed her hand gently from your face. Fred, who was sitting beside his brother stood up and came behind you, running a hand up and done your back as you leaned into his side.

“Moody’s gone. Voldemort didn’t know which… He went for Mundungus but he disapparated before… I tried to catch Moody. When he left his broom, I tried to catch him, but I couldn’t. He’s gone.” You finally broke down, burying your head in your heads as all three of the Weasley in front of you comfort you, not letting you go through this by yourself. “I was too distracted.” You continued but before they could tell you it wasn’t your fault you shook your head, gulping as you tried to find the voice to continue. “I watched his body fall and before I knew it-“ you stopped as you motioned to the scar that trailed from your forehead above your left eye all the way down across your face and into your shirt line by your right shoulder. It wasn’t bleeding anymore but it still hurt, the raw skin still fixing together. Molly pinched your chin with her fingers, giving you a smile through her tears that you returned.

“Get some sleep Y/N dear. You both need it.” She whispered as she looked between you and George who you noticed a while ago was missing an ear. Neither one of your injuries were something they could fix; you were stuck with them but you didn’t care because you were both here and you were both safe. Molly gave you both a blanket and you bid her and Fred goodnight as you snuggled into the chair to find a good place to sleep.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” George whispered as he looked over the arm of the couch, catching sight of your Y/E/C eyes illuminated by the single light in the room.

“I’m glad you’re okay too Georgie.” He smiled before moving his head back, falling into a sleep fast after his day. You stayed awake for a little while longer, watching the way George slept peacefully as the moments of your fall took over your head. You couldn’t decide if you should tell him what happened, let him know he was the last thing you would’ve thought about.

“Can’t sleep?” Someone asked from the hallway causing you to jump in your chair a little before seeing Fred leaned against the door frame. You beckoned him over and he listened, sitting on the arm of the chair as you both watch George sleep. “He wouldn’t stop worrying about you.” Fred said as you looked up to him, knotting your brows together. He could feel your stares on him, but he didn’t make any more to look at you. “The moment he got back you were the first thing on his mind, not his ear, not Harry, not even me. It was only you.” You sucked in a breath and held back another round of tears you knew you weren’t going to keep hidden for long.

“I was going to give up. I was falling and I was giving up. When my parents died, he promised me he’d take away all my pain. He wasn’t ever there. He wasn’t even with me” you looked down at the ground, choosing not to look at either twin for your next words. “and yet he saved my life.”

When Fred didn’t say anything, you picked up your head, regretting it instantly when you saw his jaw drop. “Oh my god, you’re still in love with him.”

“Always.” You said immediately not even attempting to deny it. “He’s my everything.” The room became quiet again as you both listened to George sleep the night away. A smile crept to your face before you could even stop it and Fred caught it immediately, having one of his own.

“So, what now? What’s next for you two?”

“I don’t know.” You answer honestly after hesitating. You loved him, you did, but how were you supposed to tell him? Would he even feel the same anymore? You let out a yawn as Fred stood up, kissing your head before letting you get some sleep.

You woke up to someone adjusting the blanket on you, tucking it under your chin as they wrapped it around you. “Morning.” George whispered as you exchanged a lazy smile. He helped you off the chair and fixed the blanket around you as you looked up at him, catching sight of his missing ear. You brought your hand up and ghosted over the spot, letting it linger on his cheek when he leaned into your warmth.

“Reckon I still have my good looks?” he joked as you both laughed, falling into a perfect rhythm.

“You’ll always have your good looks Georgie.” You assured him and placed a hand on his chest, bringing your body closer to his. He didn’t say anything as his eyes scanned the scar running throughout your face. You dropped your head, feeling a little self-conscious before George’s hand copied yours, bringing your eyes up to meet his.

“You’re still beautiful Y/N. You’ll always be beautiful.” George’s words caused your brain to go fuzzy and you blushed but chose not to shy away. Your bodies were pressed closer to each other, no space between you as George started to lean down. You could feel his breath on your lips as your eyes closed trying to remember the last time you had gotten the chance to kiss him. It had been way too long. “Y/N.” he whispered as he paused his actions, scared that this wasn’t what you wanted.

“I still love you.” You closed the distance, pressing your lips to his like he was the only thing keeping you to the ground. George wasn’t going to let you go anytime soon as he grabbed a hold of your waist, letting the blanket fall down before you both separated.

“What changed?”

You shook your head, resting it on his chest. “Nothing really. But I realized that I couldn’t spend my life without you. You and me? You’re the one for me, it just took plummeting to my death to realize.”

You loved him. He loved you. Why you thought anything else would’ve been better than being together was beyond you. Because he was your everything.

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trixeeclipse · 1 year

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Hello! Could I request some sort of scenario where reader is Boozoos guardian spirit in Boozoos ghosts?like maybe they see how he was going to change and they try to protect him/try to get through to mortality etc or something along those lines?I hope that makes sense!

"EVERYONE HAS GATHERED TO SEE YOUR DEMISE!"

"Not everyone."

"Please stop---!!! What?" Confused at the new voice, Boozoo turned away from the melted figures of the ghosts, seeing yet another Christmas-like spirit: you.

Although you looked more like a bear, you were far from terrifying and seemed awfully familiar to him..

You just sighed and frowned at the other spirits. "He learned his lesson, don't you all see? You don't need to punish him. Now stop this nonsense."

Mortality narrowed his eyes, clutching a blue and purple gift box in his hands. "And who might you be?"

"[Y/n]. Guardian spirit. I was actually Boozoo's business partner before my..unexpected passing."

"..[y/n]? I-It's..It's you?!"

Looking towards the mortal, you smiled sadly and nodded. "I've missed you, old friend. I've been watching over you ever since that day, seeing how much you've changed..for better and for worse. You may have done selfish things, but you're not as doomed as Mortality says you are."

The sheer relief over being saved made him weep all over again as he hugged you, begging for help. To see this once heartless old man sob like a child ached your soul, but you held him closely.

"P-Please..save me. I don't want to die..I-I-I swear I won't be cruel to Banny or anyone ever again!!"

"You won't die, Boozoo." You softly reassured him.

"You DARE INTERFERE?!! IT'S TOO LATE FOR HIM TO CHANGE!!"

Mortality's bellow startled Boozoo, though you let him go and moved in front of him in a protective manner. He gripped your cloak, trembling as he wondered what was gonna happen now.

"It's never too late for anyone to change." You sneered at the rabbit. "You think you can just punish whoever you please. But when it comes to my dear friend here..you crossed the line. I won't let you take him. Not now, not ever. If anyone knows him best, it's me."

Sad and Jolly exchanged glances, before looking towards Mortality. Even he didn't know what to do. This certainly wasn't part of his plan at all.

You seem to have powers that were equal to his own..or perhaps even above his. So fighting you would prove utterly useless.

Surprisingly, he gave up and turned back into his more cartoonish form. "Very well..perhaps karma will catch up to you, dear old Boozoo." He chuckled, before looking to the others. "Let us depart."

Then he gazed at you both one last time. "Oh and..Merry Christmas."

And just like that, the trio vanished and you noticed the darkness around you receding. The black goop that once covered the toyshop was soon no more. You disappeared too.

Like nothing ever happened.

"Ugh..boss?"

"B-Banny? Banny!" Boozoo spun around to see his worker on the floor, back to normal. "Oh dear, please..go home and feed your family. Here. Don't even worry about the mug." He hastily shoved several dollar bills into Banny's paws.

She was stunned by the generosity, though she smiled gleefully and jumped to her feet. "Oh, thank you sir! M-Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas to you, too, Banny." He returned the smile and watched as she left the shop.

"Shame it took a near-death experience for you to finally realize your flaws, but..everyone deserves a second chance."

Boozoo's smile faded slightly as he looked at you. "Yes..um..it did. It makes me wonder if I even deserve a second chance..I have been awful and selfish ever since...."

"I believe everyone does if they feel regret in their actions." You patted his shoulder, before you glanced at one of the clocks on the wall, frowning. "Ah..it's midnight. I must take my leave as well, but don't worry. Those silly ghosts can't hurt you anymore."

"I-I hope to never see them again," he muttered. "But...thank you so much, [y/n]. I promise I'll change for the better. I just needed to realize it."

"And I'm glad you did. Take care, Boozoo. I'll be watching over you."

With one last smile, you faded away and he was left alone. He wiped away his remaining tears and sighed.

He learned his lesson.

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trixeeclipse · 1 year

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20 - Be Nicer

Prompt: #20 “That’s what I’m known for”

Fandom: Total Drama (Mike x Reader)

Word Count: 363 words.

Summary: Mike stops another one of your evil plans.

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trixeeclipse · 1 year

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bruh i hate being obsessed with a side character who is on screen for like 3 seconds at a time. im so sad theres no content for ryan gosling… i mean look at him. he deserves at least one reader insert where you’re his best friend and teammate and we are boys in love. ya feel me

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trixeeclipse · 2 years

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Hello, how are you?

I loved your sturniolo fic and was wondering if I could request a fic idea

I was wondering if you could do a Sturniolo Tripets x sister!reader where they are quadruplets and she is on her period and she gets really painful cramps and her brother comfort her and try to make her feel better.

a/n- ANON ILY YOU LIKE SHARE A MIND WITH ME OR SOME SHIT BC IM FR ON MY PERIOD RN OMG ILY!! i feel like some of this is kinda cringy but idk. also im good tyty and ofc you can request!! you can always request unless my requests are closed tysm for this!!

cw- none?

slowly waking up you roll over and turn your phone on. the bright light hurt your eyes so you quickly turned it to the side and turned the brightness down. reading what time it is you groan. you woke up sooner then you usually do.... unless, your on you period. once you realize why you woke up when you did you jumped out of bed and knocked on nicks door a few times before going to the bathroom.

nick tiredly came out of his room rubbing his eye getting used to the light. he didnt know why or who knocked on his door until he heard the bathroom door loudly shut and realized your door was open. he walked over to the bathroom door and lightly knocked on it. “what do you need from the store?” nick knew the drill by now

“i have pretty much everything i just need some tampons- like the variety thing”

“ok ill be back”

“what are you guys shouting about?” matt askes nick

“y/n is on her period. i gotta go to the store” nick answers going back to his room to get changed.

matt waited for you to come out of the bathroom sitting against his bedroom door.

“hey matt”

“hey y/n, do you need anything?”

“food would be great.”

“on it! nick left already by the way.”

before matt went to make you food he woke chris up. matt knocked on chris’s door first to see if he was awake. when he got no answer he opened the door.

“chris” matt said turning on chris’s light next to his bed. “chris” he said louder shoving his shoulder.

“mmmm what” he groaned.

“y/n is on her period im gonna make her mac n cheese, nick is at the store, and you! christopher are gonna make her snickerdoodles- nope dont look at the time, your helping”

groaning you turn over on your side. hugging your stuffed animal. your stomach already hurt so bad. you turned music on in an attempt to distract you, but it didnt seem to work. you could always go downstairs and get a heating pad, but your stomach hurt so bad you didnt even wanna move.

as if nick read your mind he came into your room with a bag.

“hey sweetheart.” he says sitting on the edge of you bed taking somethings out of the bag. “i got your tampons” he says as he puts them on your nightstand. “i also got you some waffles there downstairs in the freezer so just let me know if you want them, and i got you tea and some gummy candy too” he puts your tea and candies next to you on your bed. “oh!” “i also put your heating pad in the microwave, figured if you didnt need it now you will sooner or later.”

“thank you” you replied patting his shoulder in the middle of each word.

“stop-”

“chris dont drop them!”

“oh my god, im not trying to!”

you laugh as you hear your two brothers down the hall slowly getting louder.

“open the door” matt whispers to chris

“chris dont drop them!” chris mocks. “if i open the door i will drop them!”

“just hold the plate with one hand”

“nick i know you can hear us just open the door!” chris kicks your door stretching out the end of his sentence with a sigh.

letting them in, nick laughs “okay okay”

“you two make a mess” you joked

“yes but well clean it up.” matt insisted

“you mean y-”

“chris dont even”

chris changed the subject “i got snickerdoodles! for you!” he sang putting them next to the drink and candy nick got you.

“and i got mac n cheese!” matt sang back putting the bowl on your nightstand. “oh wait and this” matt threw the heating pad on your bed.

“oh my god!”

“the microwave went off so i assumed you needed it”

“yes thank you thank you!”

watching trevor enter your room, you ask, “can we watch a movie?” you pat your bed giving trevor the ok to go on your bed.

“sure” both nick and matt obliged. nick sat on a bean bag in your room.

“only if i can have some of your candy!” chris shouted, lying next to you.

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trixeeclipse · 2 years

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daylight | sturniolo triplets x fem!reader

description: y/n has been feeling insecure lately, but her closest friends are there for her.

trigger warnings: mentions of depression, mentions of trauma, mentions of anxiety, angst, purely platonic relationships with the triplets, mentions of body image, foul language, etc. read at your own risk.

word count: 1.3k

The pad of you thumb grazed over the silver screen of your phone as its bright light shone against the glassiness of your eyes. Your eyes were sunken and tired, the bags beneath them darkened as your dry, cracked lips rested against one another. You scanned the comments across the most recent YouTube video your friends uploaded the day prior.

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trixeeclipse · 2 years

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Not Like This

Sturniolo Triplets x Sister!Reader

Summary: You wish they didn’t find out like this

Warnings: self harm, getting caught doing it, protective Chris/Matt/Nick, short bc my depression is kicking in rn lol, im really sorry

Requested?: Yes

Everything sucked.

The main thing being: your life. Everything you did seemed to make everything worse, your depression got worse, your anxiety got worse. All you wanted to do was leave. But you can't. You feel trapped on this world with your three brothers.

Your brothers were the only thing keeping you sane. They loved you and cared for you, but some times they were oblivious. They knew about your problems, but had never been there during it.

So, here you sat, in the bathroom, bleeding. You couldn't help yourself, the blade was calling your name and you responded. It always seemed to catch your attention, no matter what you did. Whether you were putting some makeup on in the day time, or going to take a shower. You knew it was sitting in the cabinet, just waiting for you to use it. And you always did.

You sobbed into your hand, trying to be as quiet as possible. It was hard to, to not have someone have your back. Some times you felt completely alone, like no one truly was in your life. Like you were the only person you had at this point.

Everything felt numb now. Your feelings, your skin, your thoughts. Whenever something exciting happened, nothing seemed to make you happy anymore. Nothing seemed to truly make you smile.

Your skin was used to this by now. You've done this for a while because you could never stop. It didn't matter how many therapists told you other methods, your need for it overpowering your thoughts. No matter how much you truly didn't want too, to damage your body anymore, you couldn't help it.

Your thoughts were always subsided when it came to this stuff. It didn't matter if you in the middle of a call, or making food; the depression seeped through your body and fought back. You could be in the best mood possible and then ten minutes later you're bleeding on the bathroom floor. Some times you don't know if you truly want to or if you feel like you have to do it. Some times it feels like a chore; like you deserve it. You deserve to be treated like this, to be hurt; that's what you tell yourself.

You sigh, throwing your head back on the wall. The tears streamed down your face, not being able to stop. You didn't know what to do anymore. You felt like nothing was on your side anymore. Anything you did, anything you've done, has always been your fault.

As you got caught up in your thoughts, you didn't hear the voices outside the door, nor the handle turning. Before you could do anything, your brothers were standing there, mouths open.

"Y/N, what are you doing?!" Nick runs over to you, crouching beside you.

You couldn't form a sentence. It seemed as if your world stopped. You never wanted your siblings to see you like this; you never wanted anyone to see you like this.

"Hey, hey," Matt sits on the other side of you. "Please tell us what's wrong, Y/N/N. You know that we're always here for you, please." He whispers, watching the tears fall down your skin. He grabs the blade, putting it on the bathroom counter and taking your hand in his.

Chris walks over, taking a deep breath. Never in his life would he think he would see his sister and best friend laying, bleeding on the bathroom floor. He was terrified.

"Y/N," He starts, but looks down at the floor. "We all really hate seeing you like this and.. we will do anything to be able to help you." He says, looking back up at you.

Your mind was still foggy, but you understood every word that came out of their mouths.

"Please help me."

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trixeeclipse · 2 years

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Can you do a drabble where Vance Hopper finds out about his s/os self harm?

can do!! tysm for the vance ask anon ily /p this was a bit of a relatable ask (for me) so it may be a tiny bit self indulgent

vance hopper x gn reader | self harm

no gendered pronouns or specific appearance are mentioned other than clothes

warnings: self harm!! cussing, mentions of depression, angst, a bit comfort in the end

summer is here in denver — or, it has been here for a month or two. and god is it something you hate with a damn passion. you'd managed to get away with wearing long sleeves for awhile, a few years, actually. vance never really questioned it, and neither did your friends (although you did get a few looks from your parents.) jeans weren't uncommon to wear in warm weather, luckily. you were starting to think a few jackasses in town were beginning to notice the pattern, though. it was the 70's, what you did wasn't even talked about and when it was, it was horrible.

today wasn't your day, in fact, it seemed like the universe was against you in the worst way possible. vance had gotten into a fight, of course, and being his partner, you'd jumped in. it was a quick fight, but it'd been four against two which was not fair, like, at all. and the only reason it ended so quickly was because the GrabNGo employee of the day called the cops, so you and vance had to book it out of there. so, here you were with your boyfriend, crouched behind a dumpster, clutching your right harm, staring at it. god damn it, you gotta be kidding me, you think when you see blood seeping through the fabric of your jacket. vance notices too.

"those motherfucking bastards! did one of 'em. pull out a blade or some shit?" he spits out, inching closer to you when sirens are heard. "no, i think - uh, i think it was when i fell, remember? it's fine, I'll take care of it when i get home.." you murmur, blood staining the beautiful denim sleeve. you know exactly why your arm is bleeding. the fighting and being shoved to the ground probably opened one of the cuts. vance doesn't know that though, and you don't want him to. as said earlier, the universe is against you — the blonde grabs your arm, mumbling "lemme take a look." your first instinct is to yank your arm away, but you can't. it's like the whole world slows down, jaw dropping slightly as your mouth goes dry watching vance push your sleeve up. you want to run, hide, cry, and scream all at the same time. all you can do is stare at vance, he stares at your arm. it's been found out — now he knows — how will he react? will he leave?

finally, you yank your arm to your chest, pulling your sleeve down to cover the wounds. that seems to snap vance out of his little trance. "what the fuck was that? who - did someone do that to you?" he asks, anger laced in his voice. it's not directed towards you, you know that. you open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. "tell me who it was, I'll beat the shit out of them. I promise!" he places his hands on your shoulders. your chest is burning, god, you think you might pass out from the combination of heat and panic and pain. "it was - it was me, vance. i did.. that." you admit, holding your breath right after as you wait for his response.

the next few seconds of silence are painful. "wha - why?" you breath out once he asks the question. you feel a bit glad that his voice softened, but your bottom lip begins to quiver despite that. you have to answer. "I - i dont know..? I guess I'm just..sad? i can't explain - I'm sorry." you stammer, blinking away the tears that were gathering in your eyes. you really didn't know how to explain, or why you did it — you didn't have one specific reason. you can't look him in the eye. you're half expecting him to cringe, tell you that he can't deal with someone like you, that it's fucked up.

but you feel arms wrap around you, and the curly haired blonde pulls you into a hug. it lasts for about a solid minute or so. you know it's some fucked up shit when vance hopper hugs you. "why the hell didn't you tell me? if you're sad we could just - shit, i dunno, go hangout somewhere other than the GrabNGo. or you could've told me or something.. just.. don't do that. please." vance hopper is not the type to comfort people, or speak in such a soft voice - you don't think you've ever seen him like this, staring at you with such worry when he pulls away. "i won't - I'll try, i mean..i'll tell you whenever I'm sad, alright?" it'll definitely be a slow process, but you'll try. both for yourself and vance.

#I FOUND IT I WAS LOOKING FOR THIS ONE TOO #vance hopper

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You being stuck with Finney Blake

(Tw: attempted r@pe, sa, finney literally gonna get feral, violence, blood, scars)

You and Finn were walking to his house when it happened.

The kidnapping. Finney attacked the grabber when he first took you out.

When Finney woke up, he made sure you were okay first. He loves you very much that he would die for you.

“Y/N!? Are you okay?” “Are you awake?” *checks your breathing* he soon calms down when he hears you breathing normally.

Finney looked to the side to see, (that ugly, and musty ass man) the grabber. Finn pulls your body behind him, glaring at the man that’s just sitting there watching every move you both do.

“What did you do to them.” Finney yelled at him. He wanted to know that you really were okay.

“Nothing at all, just gave them the same stuff to knock them out.” The grabber said softly. Finney scoffed at the man at the way he was acting like he cares about you.

Finn made sure you didn’t have any bruises on you. He saw that you had a little bit of dirt in your face so he dusted that off. His eyes softened at the way you looked, but he quickly stopped cause this wasn’t the time to be dazed.

You woke up in Finn’s arm confused and scared. You whimpered known pain as your side was hurting. “Y/n?! Are you okay?!”

You nodded as you looked around to see where you were at. Your eye widened and you started to look around quickly. Your heart started pounding as you looked at the man that is sitting down in front of both of y’all

“It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m here, I’ll protect you okay?”

You nodded as you slowly calmed down. Finn turned to look at the man. Your stomach had growled painfully as you hadn’t eat much today. Finn looks at frowning at the face you made at your stomach. Finn then turns around to glare at the man still watching h them. Finney holds you closer to his body.

“They’re hungry. Give them food.” Finn didn’t even wanted be polite to the man who hurt you.

“Sorry I can’t bring you both anything to eat. You’ll just have to wait.” The grabber said

Finney’s glare hardened. Right now he wanted to tear the bastard apart, but he couldn’t cause he was also holding you. He didn’t want you be scared here. He wants you to be safe with him right now with you in his arms.

“Is there someone upstairs who will see you bring us food?” Finn questioned. Still holding you as you look anxiously at the man who still stares at you.

“Don’t worry about that.” He said

“If you weren’t gonna feed them or me..then why’d you even come down here?” Finn asked suspiciously

“Just to look at you both.” He said, but mostly he was looking at you the most.

Finn noticed this and push you farther behind him, blocking the man’s view on your figure. The grabber clicks his tounge and gets up. Finn’s eyes still on the man as he is walking out of the door and locking it.

Time skip ⏭

You and Finn are sleeping when suddenly the phone rings. You grumble at the sound as it was annoying. Finn hold you tighter to his body as you move away from him. “Finney let me go please..” you grumble more. Finn shook his head no as he grabbed you more tighter. You sighed and surrender to Finn’s strength around you. Both of you falling asleep.

What you didn’t hear, was the door unlocking.

The grabber didn’t know what was so special about you…but he liked how angelic you looked. He liked how perfect your eyes are shaped…he just likes everything about your scared figure.

The grabber softly pulled you off of finn’s grip. The grabber looked how beautiful you looked, he looked how peaceful you looked, how innocent you looked.

He slowly put his cold hands up your shirt, seeing how you turned in your sleep while whimpering at the coldness you felt for his hands. You slowly opened your eyes not feeling the body warmth you liked. Your eyes widened at the fact the grabber looked like he was smiling at you wide awake. You were about to scream when he puts his hand over your mouth.

“Be quiet or I’ll gut your pretty little body.” He said quietly but creepily as he moves his hand down more to your pants. You start to tear up, praying that Finn wakes up to protect you.

Finn always protected you like robin but never fighting. It was more of Finn dragging you out of trouble or getting hurt. He was always protective of you when you first met in first grade.

The grabber slowly unbutton your pants as you close your eyes in fear. You started sobbing lightly praying Finn would hear it at least. “Don’t cry, your too perfect to cry.” He said

Before he could even pull your pants down, Finn got on top of the grabber and started letting out his anger on him. He didn’t care that he didn’t know how to fight. He wasn’t gonna let some disgusting man touch you like that.

“DONT TOUCH THEM ASSHOLE!” Finn yelled while still punching him. Finn bites his ear as the grabber yells in pain and throws Finn off him. Finn gets up quick and runs to you pushing you behind him while getting in a stance to fuck this man up and glaring at him for touching you. If looks could kill, he would be 60 feet below you.

The grabber glares at Finn while walking towards the both of you, Finn bull rushes him while you took action and kick behind his legs making the man hit the floor hard. He got in shock while Finn started punching his face repeatedly, he was filled with anger. He was full of rage. After the grabber had stop moving, Finn looks at you finally realizing what he did. Finn’s knuckles covered in blood and his hair being sweaty.

Finn gets off of him and makes sure you are okay mentally and physically. “N/n..are you okay? Did he touch anywhere else…” he says while buttoning your pants. He didn’t like what he did to you.

You shook your head no, still traumatized by the whole thing. “Cmon, let’s go” finney said he couldn’t believe that he actually fought someone, but right now all that mattered was you being okay and safe.

Finn hold your hand, and drags you out to the opening where you could finally leave.

┆I hope you like this cause i didn’t do much stuff that is like in the movie but I hope you all like this cause this is something not to joke about. Love you all my ghost!!

#finney blake #i was looking for this

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trixeeclipse · 2 years

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happy late bday gaten :))

#gaten matarazzo #edit #capcut #dustin henderson #slayyyyy #i’m crying i missed his birthday by a day😭

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trixeeclipse · 2 years

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slay

#vance hopper #my art #digital art #the black phone #the black phone fanart #fanart #vance hopper fanart #help i’m so tired #brady hepner

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trixeeclipse · 2 years

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Evermore

Summary: You are left reeling after JJ leaves the Outer Banks with no promise of seeing you again. Based on Taylor Swift’s ‘Evermore’.

Warnings: mentions of hurt, angst, suicidal thoughts, suicide attempt, unrequited love, fluff at the end, injuries, hospitals, drowning, etc.

a/n:*Please do not read any further if any of these topics are triggering to you! If you are in need of help or experiencing suicidal thoughts, please reach out to the National Suicide Prevention Line at 800-273-8255*

Word count: 3.5k

Gray November I've been down since July

Motion capture

Put me in a bad light

I remember the July heat beating down on my tan skin the day my world fell apart. We had been actively searching for the treasure, running from the cops, and living the Pogue life since school let out for summer and this day was like every other day. We had come in from one of the hottest days of the year and I sat in my bedroom. There was no reason for this day to be any different, except for Luke Maybank being the colossal piece of shit he was. JJ had just taken the fall for Pope and we all knew it was going to be bad but as I took in the sight of the boy I loved covered in blood and bruises, my breath caught in my throat.

"Bubs..."

I breathed out quietly, afraid just a word would cause him to break in half.

"Y/N, I can't do this anymore."

I pulled him in, hugging him tightly, while he cried into my shoulder.

"Hey, of course, you can. Come live at the chateau with us permanently. No parents, no problems. Pogue life 24/7."

I smiled at him, pulling him away from the hug. I would've held him tighter for longer had I known what was coming next.

"No, I have to get away."

"What? Where are you going to go?"

"I have my dad's boat, I've got to go."

"You're just gonna leave me?"

I whispered out, tears in my eyes.

"Just for a little while. Come on Y/N, don't act like you're my girlfriend or something."

He spoke, annoyed at the accusation in my voice. He was right, I wasn't his girlfriend, but I had loved him since I was seven. We were best friends, we did everything together and suddenly, none of that mattered.

"O-okay. Well, let me go with you."

"No, I have to do this on my own, okay?"

"JJ, y-you c-can't leave. I need y-you."

I didn't even realize the tears had made their way down my cheeks.

"Bird, let him go."

John B's voice penetrated my thoughts as JJ headed out to the dock and I ran after him. The other Pogues knew how I felt about him. They knew I loved him in a way that a best friend isn't supposed to love you. They looked on at me with sad eyes as I chased him down the dock. I couldn't let him go with no promises of seeing me again. I made my way to the boat, out of breath, hoping in some way to change his mind.

"J-"

"No, Y/N. Go back inside. I'm not doing this with you."

"Bird, come on."

Jb extended out his hand to help me off of the boat.

"Y/N-"

Kiara whispered my name.

My tears freely flow down my cheeks, the violence of it all becoming underwhelming.

"Come on, bird."

I nodded my head in understanding, the realization sinking in that if Jj loved me, in the same way, I did him, he wouldn't be leaving me behind. I took my brother's hand in mine and allowed him to hold me while my world fell apart.

I went to the room I shared with the fluffy-haired blonde boy whose piercing blue eyes captivated my soul, the second he sailed away. I closed and locked the door behind me and I collapsed on the floor, hitting my knees against the mahogany hardwood. The tears fell so hard and fast and before I could even register any additional emotions, I was opening my eyes to the next day. I slowly sat up in bed, realizing I was wearing JJ's shirt. His scent was the first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes. I hoped it was all a bad dream and then I surveyed my surroundings, realizing most of his things were gone. My nightmare was a reality. I looked over at my nightstand to the photo of my best friend and me, his long blonde locks blowing in the wind and me, sitting close to him, looking up at him with a bright smile. Sarah had shot it on a film camera and it was my favorite thing in history, yet at this moment, all it brought me was sadness.

I replay my footsteps on each stepping stone

Trying to find the one where I went wrong

Writing letters Addressed to the fire

And I was catching my breath

Staring out an open window

Catching my death

And I couldn't be sure

I had a feeling so peculiar

That this pain would be

for Evermore

Hey December

Guess I'm feeling unmoored

Can't remember

What I used to fight for

I spent every day in my room, in his clothes, stuck in his memory, swearing I'd never be okay again and by the time the leaves changed color, I still found that to be true. The Pogues were worried that I was depressed, so Sarah offered to pay for me to see a counselor, which I refused. No stranger that never knew him could fix my broken heart -someone who never knew his smile or his laugh or the way he wore his hat backward, no one could replace him or convince me that it was time to move on. He said he'd come back, right?

In November I started writing him letters, I wrote probably 10 or 15 and placed them in the blue basket under my bed where he used to keep his weed. I hadn't smoked since he left. When the basket was full, I took them out to the dock and set the basket on fire before I threw it in the marsh. He'd never want to hear what I had to say and there was no chance he was coming back to me, so I burned them all. On Thanksgiving Day, John B came into my room unexpectedly.

"Bird, I think we need to have a chat."

"What is it, JB?"

"Bird, this isn't healthy. The wearing his clothes and writing him letters. He's gone. He's not gonna come back."

"I know that John. B-but..."

"No buts. I want you to forget about him. He was your best friend, I get that. He was my best friend, too. But-"

"Do you really not know?"

"Know what?"

"John, I was-, I am in love with JJ. I have been since I was seven. This isn't about losing a friend."

"Oh, Bird..."

He gave me a sympathetic forced smile as he pulled me in and kissed my forehead.

"The letters are the only thing keeping me alive, John. I d-don't want to be alive a-anymore."

I choked out a sob as my brother ran his hands up and down my back.

"I need you to hang on tight, bird. I can't lose you too. With dad gone, you're all I have. I'll get him back home, okay? But I need you to keep breathing so I can do that."

I only nodded in response as my brother placed a kiss on my forehead.

I rewind the tape but all it does is pause On the very moment all was lost Sending signals To be double crossed

And I was catching my breath Barefoot in the wildest winter Catching my death And I couldn't be sure I had a feeling so peculiar That this pain would be for Evermore

The months after JJ left, it was like I couldn't get away from him. Every place on the island, the Pogue, the Wreck, even Figure-Eight, bore traces of him and it broke my heart. The only solace I found was in my room wrapped in his clothes, even being in my own house was a reminder that he was gone. You're probably thinking the only escape I had was in my sleep. You'd be wrong to assume that. Every night was filled with monstrous dreams of JJ sailing away or worse, him dying or telling me he never loved me. It was like a horror movie on repeat, I couldn't fast forward or rewind. I was stuck at the moment he left me and it would haunt me forever. I saw no end in sight and as much as I loved my brother, I wanted it, I needed it to end.

Can't not think of all the cost And the things that will be lost Oh, can we just get a pause? To be certain we'll be tall again Whether weather be the frost Or the violence of the dog days I'm on waves, out being tossed Is there a line that I could just go cross?

I couldn’t think of the cost of my new found decision, how it would affect the Pogues, or my brother, or even JJ. I just knew the pain had to stop and it was up to me to stop it. I had it all planned out, how I would do it. I made the plan the day JJ left, but I couldn't follow through. I was afraid that he’d change his mind and come back or that it was all some cruel and unusual joke he was playing on me. But, he never came back. So, with the plan in motion, I wrote him and John B letters. I wasn’t stupid, I knew my brother would call him when I was gone.

I met JJ on a Thursday, so it only seemed fitting that I’d end my life on one. I knew John B would be home in twenty minutes, so I placed the letters on the table next to his favorite cupcake that I brought him home from Trader Joes. One was addressed to him and one to JJ, which I trusted he’d give to him for me. He was a good brother that way and I knew I’d miss his smile the most. After I prepared everything, I made my way down to the dock, a large cinder block in hand. Drowning seemed like the only way to go. I had been drowning for what felt like forever now and there was no place more perfect to do it than the place where I grew up and where I fell in love with the ever so dreamy blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy. I was pulled out of my thoughts at the sound of the Twinkie pulling into the driveway and I knew I’d have to jump into the water soon or John B would try to save me.

John B and Sarah made their way into the front door of the house. Sarah scurried off to the bathroom to freshen up and John B stopped in his tracks at the cupcake adorning the table. He noticed the letter beside it. As he pried open the plastic package of his favorite treat and took a bite, he picked up the envelope and began to read the contents of the letter I left him.

Jomby,

I haven’t called you that in a while, huh? Maybe since I was seven, I guess. I just wanted you to know that I love you and while my decision probably won’t make you feel very loved, I still needed you to know. I’ve come to the realization that JJ is not going to come back and I’m just dragging everybody else down with how I feel. I just can’t hold on anymore. It hurts too much, Jb, everything hurts too much. I love you and the Pogues so much and I appreciate everything you guys have done to try to help, but it’s time for me to go.

I love you,

Let the waves take me away

Xx,

Y/N

He was pulled out of his racing thoughts as he heard a splash of water at the end of the dock.

“NO!”

He screamed audibly, running as fast as he could to get out of the house. Sarah followed quickly behind him, unsure of what was happening. Making it to the end of the dock, he jumped into the water as fast as he could. His eyes were frantic as they searched for any sign of me.

“BIRD!”

He yelled out my childhood nickname given to me by our father before diving into the water and bringing my lifeless body to the top. He gasped for air out of his burning lungs and tears cascaded out of his eyes.

“Please don’t be dead. Please don’t be dead. Please don’t be dead.”

He whispered, placing a kiss on my forehead.

“Sarah!”

He screamed out, as the blonde made her way to the end of the dock, trying to examine the situation.

“John B, what happened?!”

Her voice was laced with confusion and concern.

“S-she tried to drown herself, please h-help me get her up!”

Sarah grabbed my unconscious body at my wrists under her boyfriend's instructions and pulled me up. She pulled my arms so hard at the weight of my limp body that she heard and felt a loud pop.

“Shit! Jb I think I did something to her arm.”

“It’s okay, I’d rather her be hurt and breathing.”

They laid me down on the dock and John B started CPR immediately.

“Come on baby bird, don’t do this to me!”

His eyes laced over my chest and he winced as he felt my ribs crack underneath the pressure of his heavy hands. But he had to keep going, he couldn’t bear life without his sister.

“Sarah, did you call 911?!”

“Yes John, they’re almost here. Keep doing CPR, they said not to stop.”

While I could hear them, everything around me was white. I was no longer in the water or in pain and I saw someone’s familiar form in the distance. As I approached him, he turned and the familiar gruff face met mine.

“Hey, bird.”

“Dad?”

“Yeah, it’s me, been here the whole time.”

He chuckled softly. Man, did I miss his laugh. I hugged him tightly, never wanting to let go again.

“Wait, if i’m here with you-, Dad, am I dead?”

“Well, yeah bird. What did you think was going to happen when you jumped in the water?”

“I didn’t expect to see you. I thought I’d just see nothing and it would all go away, all the pain would go away.”

“Why’d you do it, honey?”

“H-he left me.”

“He’s closer than you think. You’ve gotta go back.”

“I can’t, dad. I don’t want to keep feeling it, feeling him being gone.”

“Bird, your brother needs you and so does JJ.”

“I can’t!”

“Why can’t you?! I didn’t raise you to lay down and die or to stop fighting.”

“No, but what am I supposed to do?! You’re not here anymore!”

“No bird, but I’m here.”

He gestured to my chest.

“I love you, go take care of your brother.”

He hugged me tightly one last time before pulling away and placing his hands on my chest, pushing me.

“Ow, dad!”

“Did that hurt?”

He chuckled

“Duh!”

“You mean this?”

He pushed me again. It felt like electricity was running through my body. I gasped for air as the paddles started my heart and brought me back to life. ‘Thanks Dad’, I thought to myself.

“We’ve got a pulse!”

The EMTs shouted and I felt John B’s hand in mine as he ran beside the stretcher.

“You’re okay, baby bird.”

I squeezed his hand as tight as I could before passing out again.

And when I was shipwrecked (can't think of all the cost)

I thought of you (all the things that will be lost now)

In the cracks of light (can we just get a pause?) I dreamed of you (to be certain we'll be tall again) (If you think of all the costs)

It was real enough (whether weather be the frost)

To get me through (or the violence of the dog days) (Out on waves being tossed)

But I swear (is there a line that we could just go cross?)

You were there

And I was catching my breath

Floors of a cabin creaking under my step

And I couldn't be sure

I had a feeling so peculiar

This pain wouldn't be for Evermore

The first person John B called was JJ. I knew that he knew where he was the whole time. They’d been thick as thieves since we were kids, so I knew he wasn’t going to cut off all contact with my brother. But I wasn’t expecting John B to call him and definitely wasn't expecting him to come home. Unbeknownst to me, they spoke every Friday. John B had told him of all the things he was missing on the island but he refused to talk to him about me. JJ poked and prodded and asked about how I was but John B refused to answer his many questions. Part of him felt like JJ didn’t deserve to know but the other part of him knew JJ would come running if he knew I wasn’t doing well. John B didn’t want that. He wanted JJ to come back because he wanted to, not out of obligation. But, this - this was something he had never been through before. So, he called his best pal for help. The phone rang three times before JJ picked up.

“Jb?”

“Hey, JJ.”

His voice was quiet, ‘something is wrong’, JJ thought to himself.

“I’m not supposed to talk to you until tomorrow, what’s up?”

“JJ, you need to come home.”

“I can’t come home, you know that man. What’s this about? Are you in your feelings or something?”

“JJ, it’s Y/N.”

JJ’s breath caught in his throat. John B doesn’t typically discuss his sister with his best friend anymore so he knew it had to be bad if he was calling about her.

“What about her? Is she okay?”

“No, J. She’s not okay. She’s in the hospital.”

Silence lingered in the air as JJ took in the information his best friend had just given him.

“What happened?!”

JJ’s voice was frantic.

“S-she tried to kill herself.”

“W-what?!”

JJ stayed on the line, frantically gathering up his things and shoving them in a bag. He had to get home, right now.

“She left me a note saying you were never coming home and she couldn’t take the pain anymore.”

“S-she did this because of me?”

JJ whispered into the phone in question.

“J-, you need to get home, okay? Please.”

John B pleaded with him and he finally agreed.

I woke up to JJ holding my hand, rubbing circles into the back of my palm. I squeezed him to let him know that I was okay.

“Y/N, honey, are you awake? Are you okay? Are you in pain?”

“Mhm.”

The only word I could manage to muster up the strength enough to say. He came closer to me, rubbing the hair out of my face and stroking my cheek. The tears that rimmed my eyes fell violently down my face and JJ wiped them away. I began to take in my surroundings, I tried to move my head but I couldn’t. I felt the plastic underneath my chin.

“I must’ve really hurt myself, huh?”

I mumbled out and JJ’s sad eyes met mine. He kissed my forehead.

“Yeah, you did, sweet girl. I’m gonna go get John B, okay?”

“Okay.”

I responded flatly, knowing I was in for it when my brother got here. He came back shortly with Jb, who charged at me, wrapping his arms around me tightly. I yelped in pain.

“I know it hurts, I’m sorry. You’re gonna have to deal with it, though. You scared the fuck out of me!”

He exclaimed rather loudly.

“Jb, cool it, man. You’re gonna hurt her.”

JJ interjected. John B pulled away and placed a kiss on my forehead.

“Don’t you ever, and I mean ever, do that to me again!”

I flinched at his yell and tears welled up in my eyes again.

“Hey, hey, no don’t cry. I’m sorry, bird. You just-, you scared the shit out of me.”

He spoke softer now.

“I’m sorry.”

My eyes pleaded with both boys to believe me.

“It’s okay, we will talk about it when you get better.”

“When is that going to be?”

“It’ll be a while, baby bird. You’re hurt pretty bad.”

My face fell. I wasn’t expecting to be that close to death and come back, so I wasn’t prepared for the aftermath of what it would do to my body.

“It’s okay, we’re gonna get you through it, babe.”

As soon as the words left JJ’s mouth, I blushed and tried to smile at him. It came across weakly.

“Do you need anything right now?”

He questioned with care.

“I need you to kiss me.”

I stated matter-of-factly and he leaned in, placing the most tender kiss on my bruised lips. I smiled into it and thanked my dad again for pushing me back down to earth.

Taglist: @scenesofobx @mackenzielovee

#i’m crying

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