BVH Imagines (One-shots & Headcanons)

🍷 || your touch, my comfort

A/N: So sorry I haven't been updating!! Made this chapter super long for you guys and promising to update over the summer!!

To say that Cinnamon Rodriguez had an absolutely horrible month would be an understatement.

It seemed as though misfortune had taken up permanent residence in her life, relentlessly pummeling her with one calamity after another. From watching her school burn to ashes, to her cousin's sinister transformation into a serial killer and Tootsie becoming her step sister and winning prom queen.

"Horrible" was a word that fell pathetically short of describing the misery that consumed her.

As the weight of her despair pressed down upon her, Cinnamon found safety in her bedroom. The expensive pillow sheets absorbed her indignant sobs, while the black streaks of ruined mascara and the trails of countless tearful nights adorned her once flawless face. Her solitude was suffocating, leaving her with a deep sense of abandonment.

'Did anyone notice she left?'

The thought only intensified her anger, causing her tears to flow even more suddenly.

Her cries grew louder, resonating through the room as she screamed into her pillows, yearning for someone, anyone, to care, to love her, to simply acknowledge her existence. Just when she believed that her cries would be swallowed by the emptiness of her surroundings, her phone interrupted the depressing atmosphere.

The heavy breathing and tear-stained cheeks suddenly froze, as silence pierced through the fragile barriers of her sanctuary. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she fought to regain composure, her tanned fingers tentatively reaching out toward the device, only to be startled by your sudden arrival.

As you burst through the door, the phone slipped from her grasp, bouncing gently on the bed before settling. The room grew still, the air thick with anticipation as your gaze locked with Cinnamon's. You had noticed Cinnamon's absence and had frantically looked after her, you knew she had been struggling lately.

Taking in the sight of her smudged mascara, the traces of lipstick and eyeshadow adorning her face, you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of sorrow wash over you.

God, she looked so unbearably sad.

Driven by an instinct to comfort, you rushed to her side, your arms enveloping her in a warm embrace. Your hand moved gently up and down her back, offering  you whispered reassuring words into her ear, "It's okay... Everything's going to be okay..."

Cinnamon's tears dampened the fabric of your neck as she clung to you, her arms holding you tightly, the weight of her emotions slowly subsiding as her breathing steadied. In the tranquility of the moment, a soft smile played upon her lips, finding comfort in the touch of your presence as her racing heartbeat gradually calmed.

After a few minutes, she reluctantly released her grasp, her deep brown eyes peering up at you expectantly, uncertain whether to initiate the next move.

But it was you who took the lead, delicately wiping away the streaks of smeared mascara and lipstick from her face with your fingertips, wearing a reassuring and comforting smile. Cinnamon held your gaze, her cheeks flushed with a mix of vulnerability and anticipation. Your gentle touch on her skin, each stroke erasing the remnants of her anguish, held a transformative power. In that silent exchange, you both stood mesmerized, captivated by the unspoken connection that enveloped the room.

Breaking the silence, Cinnamon's voice quivered as she spoke, her words laced with a blend of gratitude and uncertainty.

"You didn't have to do all that... hug me, wipe away my makeup... and stuff," she muttered, her eyes briefly darting away from your gaze, seeking solace in the distraction of her dress.

"I had to," you whispered, your voice filled with a conviction that echoed through the room. "No... you didn't." Cinnamon's gaze flickered back to you, her eyes shimmering with an unfamiliar emotion that danced within their depths. But just as quickly, she averted her gaze once more, finding comfort in the safety of her bed covers.

"I did it because I love you."

The weight of those words hung heavily in the air, stirring a whirlwind of emotions within you. A pit formed in your stomach, causing your eyes to widen and your cheeks to flush, mirroring the sudden rush of vulnerability you had just unleashed.

Cinnamon's gaze shot up, her lips forming a small, radiant smile that reached the corners of her red-coated mouth. In that shared moment of unguarded honesty, you leaned closer, your hand tenderly cupping her cheek, drawing her near.

The world seemed to hold its breath as your lips met in a gentle, tender kiss. It was a kiss born from the depths of understanding, compassion, and a profound connection forged amidst the chaos of both of your  lives.

Time momentarily stood still as your lips moved in sync, expressing feelings too profound for words.

Every brush of your fingertips against her skin, every soft caress, conveyed a depth of love and care that transcended the pain and turmoil that had plagued Cinnamon's existence.

And as you slowly pulled away, a breathless hush engulfed the room, leaving behind a tingling sensation that danced across their skin, a testament to the unspoken promise that hung in the air.

Cinnamon struggled to catched her breath but once she did, she muttered four words.

"I...love you too."