with every hundredth view, there'll be a one-shot //or not//
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ez, i also edited this chap
·I am welcome to do requests·
I had to edit this shit, it looks like a self-diagnosed depressed 14 years old wrote it🤢🤢
//no shade but shade//
⚠Waring: Blood will be explicitly mentioned⚠
And please, suicide will never be an answer to solve a problem that requires more than one person to help.
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Your eyes dulled over with resurrected memoir from the corners of your mind.
Two years ago you attempted suicide.
Two years ago you had nothing, you couldn't even bother to suck up the courage in your mouth and let the words you've been holding backflow a stream.
Two years ago an acquaintance witnessed a stream of blood gushed out of your neck similar to a water hose that was recently switched to its lowest setting. The liquid poured out beneath you, coating the bathroom tiles in your inner essence. A river of crimson crept between each crack slowly arriving the foot of your door. Blood was close to pointing its index finger on your door to claim another territory as its own.
The door was pushed open, effectively going through the claiming process quickly, and thrust further for the viewer to witness the picture full from beneath his nose. It curled at the scent of metal wafting the room. He could taste bile at the back of his throat while also tasting your blood.
He swallowed and hesitantly pushed out a wavering hand to brush against your paling skin. It felt as if every time he shut his eyes to moisturize them, you'd change to a lighter shade. He nimble fingers brushed against your cold face. It was until seeing your eyelashes flutter that made him reach for his phone, dialing the emergency hotline. Was he the reason you survived?
Surely he was because he was the guardian angel to your wandering spirit on deserted earth. He quickly seized the rope you unconsciously clung onto and cradled you like a newborn as you were gathered in his arms, safe once more.
You wondered if your attempt had successful and been broadcasted, how many people would be affected?
Would their heart squeeze and breath be caught in their throats for a teenage girl battling a mental illness or not even an eyelash be batted for another human dying to reserve space for a new one?
You currently were sat in the living room of your shared apartment with your boyfriend of two years blankly staring at the television. You watched the colored pictures dance around but you weren't comprehending what actions the colors were currently performing, you were occupied with your own thoughts feeling as though they were more interesting. You missed the redhead even though he left only hours ago, he was your rock after all.
Nathanael said, "It'll be a minute until you notice I'm gone. I'll be able to get what I have in store for you during the time I'm gone.", looking over his shoulder while heading out of the door. It's been about 182 minutes, where is he?
Is he hurt?
Did he get side-tracked?
Was the place he was going too far enough to be hours away?
YOU ARE READING
Miraculous Ladybug X Reader X Possessive //Original Character//
RomanceYou don't have a Kwami but you were born with the ability to control basic elements. You have a close friend by your side who slowly becomes a little too... possessive? ||edit|| i also do one-shots! °Im currently editing chapters so if they seem to...
