blake richardson imagines

"A gift to cheer you up?"

Waterfalls. How deceptive they can be. They appear at first to be peaceful, serene, maybe even a paradise. But no one can prepare for the horrors of their crashing waves and rushing waters, ready to whip you away when you least expect it.

Or are they something more than that? There's a line in a song I love, that I believe goes, "every tear is a waterfall". What does that mean? Every tear that falls is like a waterfall; large and whooshing down the hills of your face on a sad day. Or something further? That every tear contains every essence of your being, how one minute everything can be good and fine before you look inside and see the inner darkness that slowly swallows you up.

That's how you felt that day.

Just yesterday you'd been laughing and smiling with your friends, the smile on your face as a shield to keep your many worries at bay. But suddenly everything happened at once and swept you away.

To begin with, it was exam season. The stress was keeping you very occupied and fairly short tempered; good grades was the very least you'd settle for.

Then there was your boyfriend. Off somewhere in Asia with his band mates, away for months at a time. That was hard. He felt like most of your life. Now he had gone.

Your cousin. Your cousin that you adored so much, being imprisoned in the same 4 walls of his prison cell.

The bullies. They came every day. Especially while Blake was away and he couldn't stick up for you. Then they'd take their chance and attack you with their vicious words, each one burning into you like acid on your skin.

And today. The day your brother had decided to pick on you. Great.

You got home on the Monday, your brother fully aware of all the stress and anger coursing through your veins and buzzing around your head like wasps constantly. He decided to make things personal. "Y/n just because you can't keep your life in order doesn't mean you have to over react," he said halfway into the argument.

That pushed you over the edge.

"What was that, y/o/b/n?" You asked, turning towards him and folding your arms slowly. "You can't even keep your boyfriend in the same country as you. You're a mess, y/n. Face it. It won't get better,"
"How dare you!! I'm stressed enough with school. I don't need to come home to more abuse! Blake's not home until tomorrow so I'm sorry if I'm not fun. But you try being me, just for one day. Then you'll get it. Then you'll understand." You shouted back at him, running to your room as a small teardrop ran down your cheeks, past your chin, dripping onto your duvet.

You put on some calming music in an attempt to steady your temper. You looked at the fresh bruises on your arms from the harsh punches of the bullies, tracing a finger iver them lightly. What would blake say if he was here? "It's the bruises that make you, you. They make you stronger. They make us stronger." Oh how you longed to be held in his embrace.

More tears.

Then the breaking point. You and your cousin's favourite song. The one where'd he'd lightly press keys on a piano, his voice harmonising perfectly with yours as the words fell from your mouth like they were your own. You thought of him, alone in a cell, locked up in his prison clothes with the cold biting at the bare skin in his neck.

Oh how you missed him, too.

More tears.

A knock on the door.

"A gift to cheer you up...?" Your brother's head popped round the door. You looked at him, the tears staining your face, and smiled slightly, nodding. "I thought you might... want this. I'm sorry, y/n. I shouldn't have said all that stuff. I know your stressed. So from one sibling to another, I love you," he grinned, opening the door further to reveal your boyfriend.

More tears, happier ones.

They fell as he ran towards you, catching your weakened body in a tight embrace, caressing your face constantly.
"Blake," you whispered into his chest, leaning up to kiss him.
"Y/n," he whispered back, allowing you to lean into him. "Baby whatever it is I'm here. It's okay. I've got you," He said, kiss the top of your head over and over again.

"I missed you. Everything's gone wrong since you were away. I thought you got back tomorrow, the 26th?" You asked, confused. The tears choked your words up a little but you didn't care.

Blake was back.

"It's the 26th today, babe. What's gone wrong? Those bullies back again?" You nodded your head in response, looking down in shame. "Hey, look at me. Don't be ashamed. I'm here now. I can protect you, baby girl. I'm here for as long as you need," he said, lifting your chin with a finger and pecking your lips lightly.

"My cousin..." you muttered. "I know, y/o/b/n told me. I promise you he'll be okay, y/n/n. I could hear you listening to his song. It's only a couple of months until he's out, now. Then you can see him again," Blake spoke for ages, lying back into the bed with you in his arms.

He talked until you fell asleep.

Until you were happy again.

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SORRY IVE BEEN AWAY FOR AGES BBS SNSBNANAQIQOQLA

IM MEETING MY IBF IN 72 DAYS AFWVEBWHAGWUQ

and this chap was a bit different, but what do you think? You like?

xx