(feel free to use<3 tw/mentions of blood! @urfriendlywriter yall.. 18th to 25th ones</3 tag me when yall write, i wanna read!!)
cradling them into your arms, blood smearing all over you
^ they try to smile, followed by an immediate hiss
"it hurts, huh."
"shh, it's gonna be fine. please keep talking." "i can't.. t-talk-"
their blood smudged hand reach for your cheek. eyes trying to focus on you
"i.. love you."
"this is not your fault."
"i can't.. *tearing up* i can't feel your touch."
eyes tearing up, not knowing what to tell you
"it hurts so much, it's so.." frustrated tears flow because there's nothing they can do now
"please don't leave me.." "i want to rest, my love."
hugging them, saying something to them and then panicking, when they don't respond. (bonus points if one said i love you and the other died right after hearing it!!)
wincing between every word.
"I'm- so...so sorry."
"You're my heaven o-on earth, did you k-know that? :)" followed my an attempt at a smile that shreds you apart.
constant shortness of breath.
they take your hand and kiss it, griping it tight. it's when their grip loosens, you know...
"You've to live your life, [name]. You need to survive, and move on, and-and be.. happy. The happiest. just like i am now."
^ "why are you happy--now?" "because i get to die in your arms. the safest place.."
noticing a tear rush down their cheek after they've closed their eyes.
"no, no-no, fuck, [name], don't give up on me like that, please-please.. stay.."
"I'm gonna get you--" "no, no, no.. no don't. don't l-leave me alone, [name]. I can't br-breathe..."
"let go of me, love, I'm gonna sleep now."
lying near their cold unmoving body.
^ holding their limb hand, praying that this is all a nightmare and then you can wake up to their cheerful self. stupid hope.
-did they keep using the same pot
-if so, how the fuck does it keep surviving
YEAAAAHHHH
"I would kill for you. I would die for you" would you take a break for me? Would you sit down and rest? For a day, a week, a year? Would you let others take care of your needs for me? Would you let yourself be held for me? By me?
Reblog to kill it faster
zesty backstreet boys: believe...when I slay
medieval backstreet boys: you are… my friar
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Welp time to go trigger some quick and slow dopamine I guess
My therapist just told me my problem is that I need to write more fanfiction.
Please enjoy the infectious laughter of the Australian senate struggling to keep its composure while grilling a man about bee semen