Everything you can imagine (or not)

bf!toji becomes totally obsessed with this—knowing he can make you lose control just by touching you makes his ego go through the roof. the sweet boyfriend who hates to see you cry in public completely disappears behind closed doors. in bed, your tears mean he's doing a good job.

bf!toji gets really smug and loves to tease you about it. he’ll purposely slow down, touching the exact spot that makes you crazy, watching your eyes fill with tears while he smirks.

"look at you," he’ll whisper, wiping a tear away with his thumb. "crying already? you're so sweet for me. keep going, let me see how good it feels."

bf!toji loves to push you over the edge by building the friction until you can't take it. he’ll pin your wrists above your head, spreading your legs wide so he can look right at you while he slides all the way inside. every time he thrusts deep and hits your sweet spot, a fresh wave of tears leaks from your eyes, and he just stares down at you with a dark, heavy grin, loving how loud you gasp and sob under him.

bf!toji who will change positions just to make you cry harder. he'll flip you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up high so he can slide in from behind. the angle is deep and intense, and as he grips your waist hard enough to leave marks, you're burying your face in the pillows to muffle your crying. he'll lean down, his chest pressing against your back, and talk right into your ear.

"baby, let me hear it—turn your head and look at me—god, look at how wet your face is just because i'm stretching you out like this."

bf!toji decides that if you aren't crying by the end of the night, he didn't try hard enough. it becomes a game to him. he will deliberately push you over the edge, using his dick and his dirty mouth to keep you completely overwhelmed until you're shaking and crying in his arms.

Cold winter sun spills through the open window and into the optimal coziness created.

Windows: open

Duvet: thick

Record player: miraculously on

Randall: right where he belonged.

The chill of the open window was mitigated by the pair of you taking a nap in your double bed. Winter meant an onslaught of viruses throughout town, one you’d both fallen sniffly victims to and insisted on doting upon each other.

You were conten with your two reprises from this town, your bed and Randall.

The soft crooning of sunsetz by cigarettes after sex floated through the room and you burrowed further into him head tucked into the crook of his neck as his deep breaths lulled you into thought.

You couldn’t sleep too scared you’d wake up in the dark with a monster ready to kill Randall and make you watch. That fearful thought luckily wouldn’t happen but others weren’t so lucky. You remembered how far you’d come, how much you’d survived and what you’d found.

No one expected anyone to find love in this hellhole yet you did. And you intended on keeping him.

You’d pulled up to the town music blasting confused and so close to sunset. The panicked faces of the townsfolk scared you into attempting to drive away. Randall unwilling to let you drive into certain death ran alongside the car wrenched the door open and pulled you into a park, he then dragged your rightfully hysterical form onto the bus and held you to him until dark.

When they came.

You pushed away the thought of the monsters.

But hey at least you’d brought a ridiculous amount of personal items including your beloved record player and vinyls.

In any other circumstance that meet cute can not ever be romantic but in this one it was what drew you to him. That and other things but mainly the fact he risked his life to ensure you didn’t die to those things. From then on you always felt safe in his arms.

Even now as fear snuck in through gusts of wintery air, the bands of muscle wrapped around your waist wrested those fears away. Your heart clenches as you look up as his peaceful face, giggling as he breathes out a particularly dramatic gust of air as he stirs.

“Stop watching me” he dramatically pouts and you stifle a giggle and quickly shut your eyes pretending to be asleep.

Your facade makes him laugh heartily and he begins to smother your face in kisses causing a flutter of laughs to pour from you.

After the laughing dies down you realise he knows you too well.

“How long ‘ya been asleep baby?”

At your silence he smooths a hand down your cheek and probes, “you haven’t been to sleep at all have you ?”

Looking away and sighing you begin to formulate a lie and he cuts you short rising from bed.

Your dampened demeanour is lifted watching his writing muscles strain as he stretches and saunters towards the window in only his boxers.

He firmly shuts and locks the window ensuring you can see.

When he rounds the bed once again you smirk up at him and smooth a hand onto his exposed hip, “I can think of much better things to do than sleep”.

He chuckles as he climbs back in, wrapping you up in him, feet and arms tangling.

“You can’t fool me baby and as much as I’d love to do that right now you need to sleep off that cold, we both do. I’ve had my sleep share and now it’s your turn , you’re gonna need to energy when you wake sweetheart” he teases and kisses you softly.

“Now sleep” he jokingly commands.

So you do. Because you are always safe and warm with him.

Your record player scratches at the end of the song, his heart softly beats beneath your ear, his hand cups your head and safe soft sleep welcomes you.

The man immediately loosened his grip and pulled back. Jade saw the way that you averted your gaze. He gently touched your jaw and tilt your head up, your eyes finally meeting his. “Tell me.”

The last toll from Boyd’s bell echoed into the air. The sound of wind rattled through the streets and you felt unsettled more than normal. You had almost finished locking up when the very disconnected landline behind the counter began to ring.

You had half a mind to ignore it but fear and curiosity won. Picking up the receiver, you held it against your ear, unsure if you should speak.

“Get out.” A voice warned. You could have sworn it was a puppet. “They’re coming.”

“I have a talisman.” You frowned.

There was a moment of silence before the most haunting words were spoken through the line. “No, you don’t.”

You heard the first shriek of the creatures in the distance and glanced at the front door where the talisman… shit. Where the fuck was the talisman?

Jade hadn’t taken it when he stormed out. Another howl and you realised that there was no more time to think. Tossing the phone to the side, you quickly crept to the front door and peered through the window.

The street was still empty and there was no one on the porch. And so, you took a deep breath and ran outside - straight for the Sheriff’s station.

There was a glow of light through the station windows but before you could feel relief, you saw a brief flash of white to the side. The creature dressed as a nurse was smiling and walking over. Then another creature appeared - and another.

Adrenaline coursed through your veins as you reached the door, slamming a hand against it. There was a soft laughing as those things neared but you were too terrified to turn around and look.

You were never going to hear Jade’s voice again.

The door burst open and Boyd grabbed your arm, pulling you inside. “What the hell are you doing?” He growled before slamming the door shut.

Jade was speechless. He was relatively safe at the Settlement during the night. There was a working talisman to keep the creatures out but you? You almost died.

His eyes were scanning your face, your body, for any injury before he closed the space once more by slamming his mouth over yours. “I am so fucking sorry.” He whispered and felt the way you held him close. Jade squeezed you firmly, pressing a soft kiss against your collarbone.

He was never going to leave you like that again. One way or another, Jade was going to get you out of this nightmare of a place. And if he couldn’t, then he’d be right by your side until final breath.

~ More imagines here ~

This is not what you had in mind for your Friday night.

Sid had given you four tickets for the game and you couldn’t have been more excited to go with your friends. Brendon was working, so it was a total girls night. You had your favorite penguins jacket on, and even put effort into your hair and makeup. You were sitting in the club seats, enjoying the unlimited food and drinks, taking plenty of selfies with your friends, when he went down. There was a collective gasp amongst the crowd.

You didn’t even flinch at first.

Your brother had played hockey your entire life. You have watched him go down on the ice more times than you could count. If you had a dollar for every time it happened, you would never have to work again.

What made you flinch was when he didn’t get up. And what made you stand up from your seat and go down to the locker room was when they came onto the ice to carry him off.

Your parents weren’t here, your sister wasn’t here, it was just you. So you knew you had to be with him. You told your friends to stay and enjoy the perks, as you collected your things to go.

The entire walk down felt heavy, your anxiety was seeping into your bones, you could feel every step radiate through you, your entire body felt like a weight. When you finally pushed through the door, Sid sat perched on a stretcher with a grimace.

“I’m fine,” he said the second his eyes met yours.

“He is definitely not fine,” the medic standing next to him said, already exhausted with Sid’s stubbornness. “Besides your knee, it looks like a concussion, and you know the protocol for that.”

You would have laughed if you weren’t so concerned.

“He did in fact, not pass the concussion test. We’re gonna take him to Presby,” the medic started, looking down at his iPad.

“That is absolutely not needed,” Sid said.

“Can you take him to PTMC?” You asked, ignoring Sid completely.

The medic looked up at you confused, “Presby is closer.”

Sid laughed, answering before you could, “she knows some people at PTMC.”

You rolled your eyes, “I have some pull there… and since he’s obviously fine, he can handle the longer drive,” you teased.

The medic shook his head, “that’s fine with me Crosby siblings.”

The drive was relatively silent, you sat in the back of the ambulance, far too squished besides the stretcher. Sid’s knee was wrapped in ice and slightly elevated. His eyes were squeezed shut, you would assume from the headache he was lying about.

“You okay?” You asked quietly.

Sid nodded, slowly opening his eyes to look at you. When he did, you could see the disappointment all over his face.

“You didn’t let anyone down, no one is mad at you,” you added, reaching your hand out to squeeze his briefly.

“How’d you know I was thinking that?” He asked.

You shrugged, “guess I’ve known you a while or something.”

He smiled at that.

The ambulance came to a gentle stop before the back doors swung open. You stepped out first, then they pulled Sid out and started wheeling him in.

A blonde nurse approached the second you went through the doors.

“Mr. Crosby, we got a room for you right over there, Santos, trauma 3 and make sure you close the blinds and the door,” she smiled at him before walking away in a hurry.

You checked your phone again, still nothing from Brendon. You had texted him the second you had left the arena, knowing he was somewhere in the depths of PTMC.

You sat in the shitty chair in the corner of the room.

A tall older man walked in almost immediately, “hi Mr. Crosby, I’m Dr. Robby, chief of the emergency deparatment.”

He smiled politely and looked down at the chart. Robby. You knew the name from Brendon, except you really only heard complaints from him when it came to his ED coworkers. You knew his direct surgeon friends, but he tended to be private, so you really didn’t know anyone from beyond the OR.

“We have you in line for a CT scan, and we paged ortho for your knee,” he placed the chart down and looked at you both, “anything I can get you guys?”

Sidney shook his head no, but you immediately spoke, “some water, if he’s allowed,” you glanced at Sid who gave you a glare, “and do you know who’s coming from ortho?”

Robby looked confused, “um no, not yet, but you’re VIP so I’m sure it will be the attending on staff. Do you know someone up there?”

You shook your head, “not important, just wondering.” Attending, good. That’s exactly who you needed.

He gave you a tight lipped smile, although he was definitely still confused, “I’ll have someone bring you some water.”

He turned and left.

“Why can’t you just say it?” Sid asked the second the door closed.

”Because I know he’s private at work and I don’t want to be the one to start that rumor. From what I hear they move pretty fast around here,” you said, gesturing vaguely.

“It’s not really a rumor if it’s true,” he quipped back.

You simply rolled your eyes in response. A few seconds of silence passed when there was a soft knock on the door.

A dark haired man with stunning blue eyes pushed the door open, “Mr. Crosby, your water.”

“Sidney is fine,” Sid said quietly.

The man brought the water over and stood awkwardly by Sid’s side.

“Listen, I’m sorry to do this right now, but um, you’re like my hero,” he said nervously.

You snorted, still finding it funny when people gawked at your brother, because to you he was always just that.

Sid glared at you out of the corner of his eye before sticking his hand out, “thank you,” he paused waiting for a name.

“Frank,” the man said.

“Thanks, Frank,” Sid said casually.

Frank, you looked at his badge, Langdon. Oh. Last time you saw Yolanda she said her situationship in the ER got him in trouble for drugs. It was nice to put faces to the names of all the gossip you received from her.

As Frank nearly drooled over your brother, another knock sounded at the door. All three of you looked at it and he finally walked in.

When Brendon looked up from the chart his eyes widened.

“What are you both doing here?” He asked frantically, coming to meet you. You stood from the chair, trying to give him a smile, but you knew once you saw him the emotions of tonight would overwhelm you, he was your safe space.

“Hi Bren, I tried to text you,” you said as he pulled you into a quick hug.

He pulled away and turned to Sid, “sorry, they said VIP, but they didn’t give me a name or anything or i would have been faster.”

Yolanda stepped in beside Frank, “Langdon get out of here,” she said firmly.

He flinched at her firm tone, but left the room without putting up a fight.

“Are you three done with the family reunion yet?” She asked sarcastically.

You laughed and Brendon put his arm around your shoulders. You leaned into his touch.

“Yola, this is my big brother, Sidney, Sid, this is Yolanda Garcia, the best surgical resident Pittsburgh has to offer,” they shook hands politely.

Sidney turned to Brendon, “what’s the score?”

Brendon laughed, taking his phone out of his pocket and handing the game to Sid.

”Thank god,” he whispered as he took it from him like a child being granted screen time.

Robby piled in the room with the same blonde nurse as before.

“Park. Garcia.” They both nodded at him. His eyes lingered on where Brendon’s arm held you close, but he chose to ignore it. The blonde nurse on the other hand, wasn’t even trying to hide her smirk.

“Have you done an assessment yet?” He asked, looking at Brendon.

Brendon shook his head, “this one is all Garcia,” he flicked his eyes to Garcia, who was snapping gloves on and removing the wrap from Sidney’s knee meticulously.

Robby furrowed his brows, looking at Park for an explanation.

“Can’t treat family,” Park said simply.

The comment only made Robby’s confusion amplify, but the nurse behind him looked borderline evil with her smirk.

“He’s my brother in law,” Brendon said simply.

Robby’s jaw dropped, “you’re married?”

You giggled quietly, fiddling with your wedding band that was hidden behind Brendon’s back.

He nodded, “yes.”

And you knew that was all the information he was going to spare at this time.

“And Sidney Crosby is your brother in law?” Robby asked, dumbfounded.

He nodded again, “yes.”

Sidney laughed lowly at the interaction, but didn’t bother looking up from the game. You said your name followed by Crosby-Park, and stretched your hand out. Robby took it slowly and tentatively, like his brain still hadn’t caught up.

“CT is ready for him and you shouldn’t be looking at screens mister,” the nurse said, “I’m Dana by the way,” she said kindly.

Sid smiled politely at her, in that Canadian way that came so easy to him.

“Garcia, you done?” She asked, getting ready to transport him.

Garcia nodded, “yeah, let’s order an MRI for the knee, X-rays they took at the arena aren’t too helpful.”

Robby mumbled in agreement, “so, I take it this is Garcia’s case and you will be overseeing it?”

Brendon nodded, “correct.”

They all began to file out of the room, Sidney with them, he handed Brendon his phone back as he left.

”Dana, can you get that Frank guy? I think he’d be willing to keep me updated on the game,” he asked kindly.

She laughed, “oh I bet he will.”

“I’ll be right here!” You shouted to your brother.

He threw you a thumbs up in response. Finally, the door closed behind him and it was just you and Brendon. You took a deep breath and faced him. His hands found your waist on instinct. Your entire body relaxed.

”You okay?” He asked, his tough ortho demeanor slipping immediately as you stood in front of him.

You nodded your head, swallowing, “I’ve never seen him go down that hard. At first I thought it was nothing, but when he didn’t get up,” you cut yourself off, shaking your head. He pulled you into a hug, kissing your forehead.

“He’s okay,” he said, bringing his hand up to the back of your head to hold you closely.

You nodded against him, letting the few tears fall that were mostly anxiety related.

After a few moments, he pulled away and you craned your neck up to face him, wanting to stay as close to him as possible.

“So, secrets out,” you said with a smirk.

He rolled his eyes, “you were never a secret, I just don’t like these people.”

You laughed at that, a real smile forming. He brought his hand up to your cheek, wiping the stray tears away. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips. You held onto his biceps like they were a lifeline. You closed your eyes and let yourself feel his hands on your waist and his lips against yours. Just as your anxiety was slipping away, the door swung open. He tensed immediately.

“AH!,” you both turned around, but his grip on your waist only tightened, “oh-uh-um Dr. Park?”

The young brunette looked utterly confused. Her eyes moved frantically, from your left hand, to his on your waist, to each of your faces.

“What, Santos?” He asked, annoyed. Santos - Yolanda’s situationship, okay got it. You bit back the smirk at the information you were holding.

She began stuttering, “I came to bring the patient to um- CT, but-“

“Dana got him, do any of you communicate? Or do your jobs?” He asked, his ortho surgeon demeanor coming out again, but still holding you.

She looked between you both, now somehow even more confused, “right, um sorry.”

She swiftly closed the door and left you two. He turned back to you, holding your gaze.

But outside the door you heard it, “Whitaker! I just saw Park kissing someone! AND she had a wedding ring on!”

You heard the residents and nurses getting closer to to the room whispering.

“No! I’m not lying, Princess. I saw her! She was way too pretty to be kissing Park!” Santos added.

Brendon sighed, “okay, I guess you’re right, secrets out.”

You laughed as you pulled him towards you into another kiss.

When you pulled apart he smiled at you, “I’m done upstairs for the most part, so I’ll stay with you both and then take you guys home when they let him go,” he moved a stray hair from your face.

You smiled up at him, “you don’t have to do that, Bren. We might be here a while.”

He shrugged, “I want to stay with you, okay?”

You nodded, knowing not to press further.

“Want me to call your parents?” He asked, knowing that wasn’t something you had gotten to yet, because he simply knew all your attention was on Sidney.

“More like call them back,” you pulled your phone out, noting the missed calls from them, “but yeah, that would be helpful. I don’t have the capacity for it right now.”

He took your phone, "I know.” He didn’t mean it maliciously, he just knew you, and he knew your anxiety in a situation like this exhausted you and made you want to shut down. He always tried to take some of those things away, to make everything easier. He separated from you and took the call.

When he hung up the phone he handed it back to you, “they’ll be here in the morning.”

You nodded, knowing that was going to be the result.

“I’m off tomorrow,” he said with a small smile, knowing that would cheer you up, “and it’s a Saturday.” He added, because that meant you were off too, and those were always extra special days.

You smiled up at him, “we can sleep in.”

“Or we can go to the gym,” he countered.

“Or you can stay in bed with your wife and take a day off from bulking,” you said teasingly.

He smiled down at you softly, a smile that was reserved specifically for you, “sleep in it is.”

Your anxiety slipped away as you stood there in his arms. And you let the thought of tomorrow get you through everything tonight.

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To say you were busy was an understatement. As a small local baker, you didn't tend to get too many orders on a regular basis. But this week? Absolutely slammed for your business of one worker, yourself.

You started tackling orders at 6 a.m., briefly saying goodbye to Brendon as he kissed you on the cheek before leaving for his shift.

It’s now 10 a.m. and you're almost caught up on orders. Right now you’re working on a few apple pies. It’s not the worst thing but peeling and cutting apples? That’s the annoying part.

You’re scrolling through emails as you cut the apples, trying to manage orders while keeping up with the ones you’re working on.

One email snags your attention as you work

“Ten cakes for next weekend? Are they insane? That’s way too m–FUCK!”

Your mumbling turns into a scream as you glance down and see a deep gash in the palm of your hand, bleeding pretty bad.

“Shit, shit, sh–owww” you wince as you make your way to the sink.

I guess that’s what’s bound to happen when you cut an apple in your hand.

Brendon had warned you time after time to use a real cutting board and not sacrifice your hand as one.

Of course he’d eventually be right about this.

You find a clean dish rag and tightly wrap it around your hand as you turn off all the appliances before heading to the pitt.

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You walk into the pitt nervously. You had never met anyone from the hospital and Brendon had kept you private from his work life. He just loved being able to unload the day’s stress in the safety of home, specifically in your arms.

You had been to the pitt a few times for friends, family, and a few injuries of your own. You didn’t really know who anyone was other than names and they definitely had no idea about you.

—-

After checking in you only sat in chairs for around 30 minutes before being called back. You sit on the bed and count to twenty in your head to try and distract yourself from the pain that’s now setting in.

“Good morning, I’m Dr. Langdon, what brings you in tod–oh!”

Your face warms in slight embarrassment. In your haste to make it to the hospital you didn’t check your appearance. One that consisted of being covered in flour, sugar and now some blood.

“Langdon, you know it’s rude to stare at our obviously injured patients.”

A man as you recognize as Dr. Michael Robinavitch ,or Robby, speaks as he follows Dr. Langdon in. You had seen him on the hospital’s website in the list of doctors when you had wanted to see who Brendon worked with.

The same voice draws your attention back.

“Good morning Miss…” he looks at your chart “Miss Park.”

You can tell he doesn’t make any connection to your husband.

“What brings you in today?”

You slightly lift your wrapped hand “Me vs. a knife and it's safe to say I didn’t win” you manage to say with a smile as a tear falls.

“Well, I hope you put up a fair fight.” Robby jokes to help ease your nerves.

He gently grabs your hand and unwraps the towel for a closer look.

You wince as it peels away and turn your head to the side.

“Sorry, sorry. Yeah, you got yourself pretty good here. It’s gonna require stitches unfortunately.”

You nod as you wipe your face.

“That’s fine. I should’ve known cutting things in my hand would end badly one day. My husband told me this would happen.”

Robby chuckles as he gathers the medical instruments.

“Smart man.”

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The elevator dings as it makes it to the pitt floor and opens, revealing Brendon Park. He stalks towards the nurses station in search of information on a consult.

As he shuffles through some charts, he quickly glances up at the patient board and looks back down.

Suddenly his head snaps up and he reads the board again

‘Y/n Park’

The name makes his blood run cold and he moves quick towards the room listed, not even looking at the reason you’re there.

He comes to a halt at the doorway of your room. Robby is gathering supplies and Frank sits by the tray holding your hand out to examine it before numbing it.

“Get your hands off her.”

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Dr. Langdon or Frank, as Robby has also referred to him as, holds your hand out to look over it one more time before administering the numbing medicine.

He grabs the needle off of the tray and goes to inject it when a deep familiar voice grabs everyone’s attention.

“Get your hands off her.”

You look up towards the doorway and are met with the eyes of your husband.

Brendon stands there very still, frown in place, and eyes locked on you.

“Bren, I–” he cuts you off, repeating the same phrase to Frank.

“Get your hands off of her now.”

Frank looks over his shoulder as Robby looks at Brendon. “Park? What's going on? We didn’t ask for a consult. Nothing's broken.”

“Yeah Park,” Frank says as he turns back to you “This has nothing to do with you.”

Brendon’s eyes harden, as they shift towards Frank.

“She’s my wife.”

Everyone looks at each other. Then you. Then Brendon. Then back at you again.

“Your wife? You have a wife?” Frank questions in shock.

Brendon pulls out the ring attached to the chain around his neck.

“Shit” Frank mutters.

Robby steps forward “Look Park, you know the rule about working on family. You can be here but you can’t help.”

Brendon silently looks at you before nodding slightly.

“But only you or Abbot can do the stitching.”

Frank makes a face “Look I’m perfectly capable of—“

“No.” Brendon states firmly “She’s my wife and she gets the best care that’s available. You can put a bandaid on at the end if it makes you feel better but anything else is attending work. I won’t have anything less for her.”

He sits behind you on the bed and pulls you back against his chest.

“Hey baby.” you whisper over your shoulder.

He rests his chin on your shoulder and whispers to you.

“What happened, sweetheart? You okay?”

You laugh a little “I think I might take your advice on using a cutting board after today.”

“Cutting those damn apples in your hand, huh?” you feel him smile against your cheek.

You roll your eyes playfully “Yeah, yeah, yeah you were right, big guy.”

His hands come up to your face and gently wipe the last few tears away.

Your moment is interrupted by Robby grabbing your hand and administering the lidocaine.

Brendon holds you tighter when he hears you wince.

“Sorry, Mrs. Park” Robby cracks a half smile with you.

“No,” you smile. “I’m sorry about my husband and his oh so gentle words.”

That pulls a laugh from Robby. “No worries. He’s prickly because he cares. Can’t say I wouldn’t do the same if this happened to someone I loved.”

You blush as Brendon rubs your hip gently with one hand as he securely holds you around the waist with the other.

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Unbeknownst to you three, there's a small group at the nurse’s station watching the interaction.

“Who would’ve guessed the Park the Shark would have a wife. She looks like such a sweetheart too.” Trinity says to Dana as they both watch Brendon hold you.

“She is but him? What a fuckin peach.” Frank mutters with his head on his fist.

Trinity glances back at him with a teasing look

“You’re just mad because Park made you look like an intern compared to everyone else.”

“I’d say he’s husband material if you think about it. Very book trope coded” Samira says looking at the other two.

“Black cat x golden retriever.” Frank states.

“Mmmm, more like grumpy x sunshine. Only soft for her.” Trinity says.

They all three look at you and Brendon in the room.

“Yeaaaah.” they all agree in unison.

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You wake in his arms.

Relinquishing a soft sigh you turn to take him in.

He sleeps like the sun.

Peaceful yet an undeniable power and strength beneath that fearsome facade. He’d overcome so much and taken it in his strike. He was radiant.

But you weren’t burnt you were warm like butter, melting in his open palm.

You let your hand roam free tracing the dips and juts of his face. It’s been a week of this.

A week of pure inhibited bliss yet you caught yourself allowing deep seated to fear gurgle up in sickening swathes.

Nothing good ever lasted here.

A jutting pain sparks at you finger tips as he playfully catches your fingers in his mouth. And as soon as you realised he was awake he spun on top of you smothering you in light nips and kisses. You couldn’t help but squeal in delight. When it got too much, your hands playfully pushing his face from you he stops.

He stares looking deeply at you.

“I’m so glad I ended up in this hellhole with you” he murmurs his hand tucking your hair behind your ear in blissful reverence.

“I’m glad I’m gonna leave this hellhole with you asshole” you giggle growing uncomfortable at his intense stare.

No one had ever looked at you the way he could. He sees you finally but before he did it was like he was trying to peel you back with his eyes.

Now you simply told him.

The thought pushes you to leap.

“Move in with me” you fumble our heart clenching at the silence that follows.

His face blistered into irradiating joy.

“Thought you’d never ask,but I mean at least take me on a proper date and don’t just try get into my-”

You cut his smart mouth off with a bruising kiss. Hoping it could convey your happiness at his acceptance.

Your lungs ached to say I love you.

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Getting dressed to face the days chores you turn to watch him tug on a simple t shirt and hoodie, he catches your eye and smirks.

“See something you like darling?” Walking over he tugs you by your belt loops and pulls you flush to him smiling down smug.

You push him away with a murmuring of asshole and turn to grab your coat, you couldn’t keep Donna waiting.

“Okay so I’m gonna be up at Colony, but I’ll be back for dinner and a little welcome home surprise”

He perks up eyes snapping away from watching you, “welcome home surprise? I like the sound of that” he attempts to advance on you but you push him away finger pointed at his darkened gaze.

He knew you too well, you’d found a lingerie set at the bottom of your drawers that you’d forgotten about. But that was for you to know and him to find out.

You sprint out the bedroom and swing down the stairs leaping, he could be far too convincing.

He’s not far behind chuckling at your surprise sprint race.

Letting yourself settle in the entryway catching your breath, a heady sense of dread settles over you.

Something was coming.

It cinched your chest as you eventually watched him walk off.

———

Your day was uneventful at colony house until you saw it was too risky to make it back home.

Fuck you’d let him down.

You won’t be there to greet him.

To welcome him home.

You’ve abandoned him, you can only hope he made it back.

You’d apologise tommorow.

———

Thirty minutes into dark and with one town member dead and their killer being a new addition it was safe to say you were worried.

If only you were telepathic you’d say don’t be stupid Randall, don’t be you, go home ignore it.

You knew him too well.

A solemn silence settles over the house.

It was going to be a long night.

———

You attempted to question Boyd about Randall and failed, opting to ask later if he had seen him.

He’d come crashing in with Jim, Tabitha and an old man.

Panicked, flustered and bewildered you’d opted to let them rest after whatever they’d witnessed.

Leaning against a wall you take in the scene before you.

The newbie was freaking out ranting to some townies.

Ellis was clutching Fatima.

A prayer was being left for the dead colony house woman, you didn’t even know her name.

You made a mental note to ask later.

Donna marched over to talk with Boyd, he guides her upstairs. Not before a sheepish look towards you.

Minutes later a scream rings throughout the house.

Everyone tenses in anticipation of the incoming horror.

You sigh.

Boyd comes barrelling down the stairs and grabs Ellis to follow him outside.

Donna isnt far behind and command people to move. She freezes and something in you itches to look.

“Take her upstairs” Donna commands and you turn to obey, only to be grabbed by someone in a weak attempt to take you upstairs.

You sway in stance as you see his limp body dragged and dumped on the couch.

Randall.

A great gasp bleeds from your lips snatching everyone’s attention. Your fingers and toes start to tingle and go numb like a candle stuttering and flicking out. Your whole body goes and you feel like you’re floating. You are by his side as suddenly as you see him.

This couldn’t be real.

Blood seeps down the couch in a sickening display. Iron and rot permeates the air mingling with the blood from earlier. The town and its beasts were greedy in their bloodlust.

Taking him in you freeze. Half of his face hangs down and a great fleshy gash has been embedded upon his pale throat. He drags in breaths and murmurs in delusion suddenly sparking to life like Frankenstein’s creature himself. You stare like a fool unsure if it was real.

The blood on your hands was real. The screaming was real. Him dying in front of of you was real.

Knuckles pale and taught around any piece of him you could find you just stare in hope that he wouldn’t slip away under your gaze.

He was calming.

You somehow feel nothing and everything you wished his pain to you as he writhed and groaned. Perhaps he was once again in the purgatory coma you’d watched over him in. He made it out of that didn’t he? Or perhaps he had been gone the moment he stepped foot in this town.

Everything was blurred, your ears buzzed and all you could see was him.

Him as they dragged you away. Him as you stared at a blank wall.

His pallid skin. His blood coating your hand like some sick offering. His flesh open and raw. Because you finally had him, this town rescinded that offering.

He had to stay. He couldn’t leave you here.

A door opens in the distance and someone starts a car.

Snapping somewhat out of the foggy haze you jump eyes snatching at the curtains to see pale winter morning shine through. A sight that would typically soothe you. Now it meant finding out if he was still alive.

Tentatively your feet somehow manage to guide you step by step until you are at the bottom of those mocking steps.

Couch empty. His blood coating too much of the house you simply turn and walk.

Ignoring the plethora of voices attempting to seize your mind back to reality.

The choir of pleading fades as you march on.

———

You walk till your feet are like ice and you sit.

Heavy breaths heaving in and out materialising in the icy air you just sit.

He was gone. He had left you.

No.

You had left him to die. You could do nothing but stare at him when he needed you most.

You left him out there.

Was he out looking for you?

Had the idea of you guided him to his certain death.

Had he been tortured by images of you laying amongst the grass glassy eyes staring at the sky waiting for him to rescue you.

He was dead because of you.

So you sit.

You let the snow fill you with cold and fear and spite.

Sobs slip from you as you take in your surroundings the trees once so full of life and meaning now mock you. Here where your flesh first met his. Here where your soul truly first met his.

It was fitting.

You laid down and closed your eyes.

It was fitting penance.

———

Screams of your name make you jump awake and you panic for a second until reality hits you.

You’d been dreaming of him, he’d batted away the cold you felt drawing you into his warmth.

He was alive and he laughed your fear away. It was warm and summer. It was blindingly hot.

The screams grew louder closer and you looked up through the branches. You pretended the buttery yellow and orange were warm like the licking of a great fire coming to encompass you. It’d be dark soon.

You’d be back with him soon you felt it.

You knew it.

“HES ALIVE” a great yell rings out and fills you with hesitance.

Jolting up with a great strike of hope, you scan the area and manage to stumble to your feet. It had to be a trick it sounded so much like-

Donna comes barrelling through the foliage and grips you eyes wild.

She takes you in and tears seep from her furious face.

“You stupid,stupid girl” her hands now clutch your cheeks as her watery eyes angrily look at you.

She begins to hurriedly drag you but you hesitate, she’d say anything to keep you alive to keep you warm.

“You’re lying” you whisper bitterly.

Her head snaps back at you shocked, and she persists tugging you to the treeline and outside the hospital.

“You can not believe me and go back out tommorow if you think I’m a liar but tonight I need you in before dark”

The bell sounds in the distance.

You wouldn’t cause her death aswell so you let her pull you.

She brings you to the gates of your own hell.

The hospital.

Was he really in there?

Was to look back to truly love?

“Honey I need to get back and tell the others you’re okay, go see him” she punctuates with a knowing look.

In a kiss of your forehead head and an “I’ll see you tommorow” she’s gone.

And you’re alone again.

———

The weathered door squeaks under your icy hands and you’ve in the hallway.

A petrified Marielle comes rushing to face you.

“Jesus you scared me!”

You don’t answer.

You can’t answer.

“You wanna see him?”

You almost collapse in relief.

Nodding furiously she guides you into the bay. A graveyard of beds and stories.

Amongst the ghosts of the past there he is.

He lies like the night.

Still and abhorrently quiet.

Marielle leaves you muttering about checking the door.

Taking tentative steps towards him so slow it’s almost painful.

He looks so little, so hurt.

So still he is tucked into the bed. He breathes in and out smoothly as if nothing was wrong.

The bandages encasing his face and throat allude otherwise.

Would he ever wake up? Did it matter if he couldn’t forgive you?

Whatever the outcome you decide you’ll be by his side as long as he wanted.

You hate to think how alone he’s been whilst you were gone for those hours.

The realisation collapses you in a great sob and you kneel by his side in penance.

You would stay beside him and hope it absolves you.

Kneeling and clasping his still hand you begin to softly whisper to him with whispered prayers.

I love you please don’t go. I’m sorry for leaving I’ll never do it again. Forgive me. Don’t forgive me. I’ll die without you. Don’t die without me. Wake up wake up wake up. I want you. I need you. I had you. I knew this would happen.

The prayers soften into sleep and you’re under the soft haze of delusion again.

You dream he wakes and forgives you in one great hug. He promises to never leave your side and lies back down. Suddenly you’re peeling off his bandages and unplucking the stitches. You’re hurting him again and watching him as you did at colony house. You stitch him up and kiss his wounds. You cry awake and asleep.