Summary | Temptress might be your middle name because seeing you in that dress has Holland begging for a sliver of your attention and not to go out tonight. You can only be so resilient when it comes to him. [4.3k] ✮⚝
Lars and the Really Big Crush
Summary | You and Lars—two awkward humans, clumsily orbiting around each other for months. And before you know it, you're in the midst of a developing crush, and he isn't helping with his "accidental" run-ins with you. [4.3k] ⚝
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Warnings: death, blood, suffocation, car crashes, loss of a loved one, & wounds.
Word count: 1.2k
Note: Thank you @ohtobeleah for helping me out with this one!!
Your fiancé's laughter was the last thing that you heard before everything went quiet. Nothing had ever been this quiet before. It was almost peaceful. Almost. Right up until you felt the searing pain come from your abdomen. All of a sudden, everything seemed off. You could still hear Nick talking to you, but you couldn’t make out a word he was saying. And while your whole body felt numb, you could quite easily detect the immense pain shooting up and down your right arm.
It was raining. The road conditions were bad. That semi truck ran the stop sign. All were perfectly true excuses as to why Goose was watching the love of his life bleed next to him, and yet he couldn’t help but blame himself. If he had just looked up a few seconds sooner or if he hadn’t taken that back road, you wouldn’t be hurting right now.
A million thoughts rushed through his mind as he stared at your nearly unconscious form. When accidents like this happen, there are two common reactions; fight or flight. However, when Nick saw the way your head lolled to the side, all he could do was freeze. It wasn’t until the first drop of blood spilled from your mouth that he moved. He immediately moved to cradle the side of your head. While your eyes weren’t fully closed, he could see them rolled back into your head.
The sight nearly had him throwing up in the mangled car. Goose had never been this scared in his life. He was absolutely terrified. So much so that he completely ignored the searing pain in his wrist. It shot all the way up into the side of his neck but right now, he couldn’t care less. His main priority was you.
The semi truck had plowed into your side of the car, meaning that you caught the brunt of the impact. It was obvious, from the way that you were dangerously unfocused when he called your name and the visible injuries that he could see from here. Your fiance knew that it would only be so much worse under the surface. With his good hand, Goose unbuckled his belt and tried to tilt your head up.
Suddenly, Nick’s voice was so much clearer than before. It seemed as if your head was underwater with the way that you could instantly detect everything around you. From your fiance's horrified cries, the sound of the car alarm and the feeling of the jagged metal cutting further into your flesh. Goose sounded relieved when you finally squinted your eyes open. “Thank god, Honey!” He cried, well past the point of being close to tears. They rolled down his cheeks quickly, not a single one caused by his own physical pain.
But even though your eyes were now open, they were unfocused. “Honey?” Goose tried, tapping your cheek gently. There was more panic in his voice when you couldn’t respond to him. If the RIO were to drop his hands, your head would fall back into the limp position from before. Instead, he shook you softly, pleading that you could just look at him. When you started coughing violently was when the panic truly set it.
Goose watched, helpless as blood leaked down the corner of your mouth, dripping onto your already-ruined white blouse. One of your favorite shirts, the one that you wore on your first date with Goose, now stained with your crimson blood. The man had never hated irony more than he did in that moment. “No. No, no, no, no.” He murmured, desperate to make you okay. Praying wasn’t something that Goose did often, but right now he was begging anyone that would listen to simply keep you safe.
He shook you gently, wishing, praying, that your eyes would just focus on him. “C’mon Honey, you don’t get to leave me like this,” Normally, Nick Bradshaw was a fun, care-free man. However, at this current moment, he was slowly losing his reason as to why he ever was that man. You were the light of his life, the woman he was going to marry and hopefully the mother of his children. Nick didn’t know what he was going to do if he lost you. Sobs racked through him violently when you coughed up more blood. “Please don’t leave me.” Goose couldn’t even hear how loud he was yelling.
“Baby you’re gonna be okay. I’m gonna get help.” And yet he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Not even for a second.
You were shaking, however, you had finally managed to focus on your fiance. “Goosey,” Slowly, so slowly that Nick wasn’t even sure it was really happening, you raised your hand to cup his wet cheek. A sad smile graced your beautiful, blood stained face. “My big stud,” Ever so gently, your humb stroked over his cheek, brushing the tears away from his mustache. “Don’t stop yourself from falling in love again. Please.” It was almost like you were begging him, but Goose couldn’t focus on it when he realized the implication behind your words. You were ready to die. You were ready to leave him. How was he supposed to just accept that?
“No.” It was firm. He was not letting you leave him. Not like this. All you could do was smile, tears of your own leaking down and into your blood-matted hair.
Your voice was shaky and weak. “My sweet Goosey,” Coughing again, more blood landed on your shirt. “I love you so, so much…” And then you were coughing uncontrollably, the blood filling your lungs and slowly suffocating you.
Gut wrenching sobs teared through him. “No. Please Honey…” He was pleading, the most vulnerable he had ever been. “Please don’t leave me.” Ever so slowly, that once-bright light in your eyes slowly died out. Your fiance went to speak one last time just as you drew your final breath. “I love you more honey. So much more.” Only, you never heard it. You told him that you loved him and he waited until it was too late to say it back. And that realization had Goose feeling sick to his stomach. Before he knew it, he was bent over in the car, contents of his stomach emptying quickly.
The man remained in the position for so long that he lost track of time. Eventually, his hands drifted down until he was putting pressure on your wound. Pointless as it was, he would do anything to get you back. There was itching more that he wanted than to be holding his baby in his arms, safe and sound. No matter what he did, he couldn’t stop his crying. It was soon interrupted, however.
“Hey buddy!” Nick turned his head, bloodstained hands desperately clutching at your lifeless frame. His tears clung to his flushed cheeks. The man was convinced that he had never looked worse. Honestly, he had never felt worse either. To the left of the totaled car, he was met with the sight of a short man with jet black hair wearing a brown leather jacket running toward the wreckage. “Are you alright?!”
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