Dead in Love (Nico x Reader)

Frost Bite

   Yo, sorry for the serious lack of actual updates. I am working on part 2 for Just a Common Girl but writer's block has been intense lately.

    Winter wind sent chills coursing through my body. I pulled my hood lower and tried to shove my hands deeper into my hoodie pocket, but I still felt the beginnings of frostbite creeping over my fingers and toes. I had left the main part of camp as fast as I could. Some campers had been harassing me all day and I had had enough. I bolted like a scared rabbit without stopping to get the appropriate wardrobe. Thus leaving me only wearing a CHB hoodie, jeans, and a decent pair of combat boots. I felt like I was turning into an ice cube. The magical barrier of weather that the camp had could only stop so much.

     So as I struggled against the snowflakes and wind that prevented my progress-screw you Khione-I had to also struggle with the urge to curl up in a ball along the path and stay there because that would probably kill me quicker. It didn't help that the insults from earlier that day kept playing in my head. They were petty and shallow, but they could make deep cuts if you let them, and me being the sensitive person I am, I let them. I stumbled on for what felt like an hour before I finally caught sight of a light. It was the light I was praying for, and it was also attached to the person I had been hoping to see.

  "(Y/N)!" the voice of my savior called.

 "Over here," I managed to croak out.

 "Oh, gods," Nico Di Angelo emerged from the darkness and wrapped me in a blessedly warm hug, "I was really hoping that you wouldn't be dead."

  "I was hoping I wasn't dead too," I muttered. Then I passed out and collapsed into his arms.

---------------------------Time skip because what am I doing---------------------------

    I woke up what felt like 1 second later but it was actually an hour.

  I was completely wrapped in about 20 quilts, I probably had on 10 pairs of socks, 2 pairs of mittens, and a variety of other layers. The first thing I did was pull my mittens off, because mittens suck, and pull the quilts over my head.

  "So I'm assuming you're awake," I heard a muffled voice say from outside my newly founded quilt cave.

   "No, I'm dead," replying to the person that I assumed was Nico.

  "Well, if you are, I'd just drag you back up from the underworld. I'm not about to lose my first decent girlfriend."

  "So I'm just 'decent' now?" 

  "You know that's not what that meant."

  "Then what did it mean?"

  "It means that everyone else I've dated sucked and you're the first one to actually care about me."

  "Great, we've established that I kinda don't suck, now can you leave me in peace?"

  "No," He paused for a second, "Can you please get out from under the quilts? It's weird talking to a pile of blankets."

  "Well get used to it because this is now where I live I'm going to build a new life under here. I refuse to show my face in public anymore," I said and buried deeper in my quilt cave.

  "That's rather disappointing for me because I enjoy your face."

  "Big whoop." Then there was silence. I heard Nico shift closer to my bed on whatever he was sitting on.

  "Do you want to talk about it?" Nico asked suddenly.

  "Talk about what?" I asked, still basking in the warmth of my new home.

  "Why you ran into the woods?"

  "Why? There's nothing to talk about, I wanted to clear my head." That wasn't completely a lie.

  "We both know that's not it."  This time I initiated the silence, it's great to have a guy who knows you, but this guy knew me too well sometimes. I lay quietly under the warmth of my 20+ quilts before Nico gentle drew them back just enough to see my face. He watched me quietly, still waiting for an answer. His answer came in the form of tears pooling in my eyes then slowly spilling over and down my cheeks. 

   Without saying anything, he pulled me up from my bed and into his arms. He held me like he was scared I would go running back into the woods if he let go. I buried my face into his chest as my tears quickly dried up. I stayed there, in his lap with my legs folded underneath me, breathing in his sent and relishing him being there.

  "Just tell me next time instead of nearly dying and I'll beat there sorry butts," Nico whispered in my ear.

  "I'll try to remember that," I grinned back.

 This sucks. Yay.  And just a little PSA, I've been going through a lot emotionally recently so I'll probably be writing a lot of depressing/depressed ones so if you don't like negativity or something, sorry. ALSO, I'm actually starting to write another book on here so If you want me to publish it as I go I will but if not I'm just using wattpad as something to write on then.

  ~Sad Trash