Emo Trinity x Reader

Ray Toro x Reader - Snow in March

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Warnings: abusive father
Word count: 1 630

You were not even sure what you were supposed to have done this time as you ran up the stairs.

It all had started out when you arrived home. Your father had been in a bad mood since this morning and he smelled of alcohol when you came home from uni. He had asked you calmly when you had taken the car, if it had been to get to college or to hang out with your friends. When you had told him that you had not taken the car at all, (why should you, you still had no driver's license,) he had yelled at you to confess that it had been you, who had caused the scratch in the paint. Obviously he was not remembering that a week ago he had had a tiny car crash that damaged the paint. Instead he hit you in the face. So you started running. It was not the first time you had run away from your father in fear of being hurt. God damn it, you were almost 22 years old and you only lived with your father because you could not afford your own room, because literally all your money went into paying the tuition fees. You should not be afraid of being hurt by your father anymore. Hell, no child should ever be afraid of being hurt by their parents.

When you reached the top of the stairs, you quickly ran to your room and locked the door behind you. You could already hear the heavy footsteps of your father in the hallway.

Without much thought you threw on your jeans jacket that hung over the back of a chair and opened the window. Underneath the window was the garage. You had never actually broken out of your room before but you were afraid that the door would not hold your father's angry blows much longer. You were really not keen on finding out if he actually was able to break through a door. Quickly, but as careful as possible, you climbed out of the window and walked over the garage roof to the edge. From there the floor was only two meters away. You sat down on the roof and dangled your legs off of it. Just in that moment you heard the splinter of wood, and a second later the red face of your angry father appeared in the window.

"(Y/n)! Come back inside now!"

You did not make the effort of answering and instead jumped of the roof. It was risky since it was dark already and the light of the lantern did not quite reach the garage, but you landed safely.

"(Y/n), come back!"

He sounded furious, not the slightest bit of worried.

You ignored him and started jogging down the street, ignoring the stinging cold wind on your face. You heard the front door of your house open and you sped up, taking the first turn you could find, but kept running.

Even after you were sure you father was not following you anymore, you still kept running. You were angry at him for accusing you for every fault in his life. You were sad, because he used to be such a great dad. You felt lost and unwanted and all of this made you even sadder and angrier.

You only stopped after all of your energy was used up. You were sweating from all the running and freezing at the same time. Of course it had started to snow while you were running away from your abusive father. New Jersey's weather seemed to be against you. Out of breath, tired and exhausted you looked around. You recognized the street and the house you were standing in front of. Your friend Ray lived here.

You had met Ray in middle school, but only befriended him in high school. Now you were both attending university. Unlike you, he had moved out from his parents as soon as he finished high school. Often you envied him for being able to live alone, but he assured you that it was hard as well.

For a moment you wondered why your feet had carried you to Ray's home. You had friends who lived closer, who you were closer to than Ray. But then again it was no surprise at all, if you thought about it. He was always so kind and caring and he always found time for you, so it seemed to be an obvious choice to go to him. Your well-hidden crush on him had nothing to do with you going to him for help. At least that is what you told yourself before you pressed the doorbell. A few seconds later a buzz in the duplex system allowed you to tell Ray that it was you who stood in front of the door. A second buzz opened the door and you walked up the stairs to the third floor where Ray was living.

"Hey (y/n), what's - Jesus, what happened to you?" Worriedly Ray's eyes studied you when you arrived at his door.

Just then you got self-aware of your appearance. Your hair was wet from the snow, your jacked was dusted over with snow flakes and you probably had swollen eyes from crying while running.

"Oh god, you're bleeding!" Without asking further questions Ray pulled you inside and sat you down on his sofa. He quickly left to get a towel and when he came back, you had started crying again. This time, because his kindness was too overwhelming after the shock you had lived through.

He helped you out of your jacket and rubbed your hair dry before wrapping you in two soft blankets. Somewhere in between he even managed to make some hot chocolate and wipe off the blood on your chin, before he sat down next to you. He hugged you, rubbed your back and whispered calming words into your ear while you were crying. When you had no tears left and felt weak from the events of the evening, you leant your head against his shoulder. Ray hugged you again, pressing your shivering form against his warm and muscular body.

After some time he spoke up. "What happened to your lip?"

You did not really want to talk about, yet your fingers reached for the wound, then you answered truthfully. "My dad."

You felt Ray stiffen around you, and then he relaxed again.

"You should go talk to the police," he told you, but you shook your head.

You knew he was right, but you were scared. Scared that your father would only come home from the police after telling them blunt lies, and hurt you far worse than a split lip.

Ray stayed quiet after that for a long while. To avoid thinking about your own problems, you thought about what Ray might think about. Did he worry about you? Was he unnerved that you ruined his evening?

"You know that you can stay for as long as you want, right," he suddenly asked.

A wave of warmth washed over you at his words. "Thank you," you whispered, nuzzling your nose in the side of his neck.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" His voice was quiet, more like he was talking to himself than to you.

"Oh, sorry," quickly you pulled away, giving Ray back some of his personal space which you had invaded.

"That's not what I meant, don't worry," he assured you, but he sounded bitter.

Confused you looked at him. Feeling your stare at the side of his face, he turned to look at you. His eyes were full of love and care, yet his jaw was clenched when he talked again.

"You are so fucking beautiful and so clever and funny and... perfect, even with everything going on in your life. It's beyond my understanding."

"And you are so caring and gentle and patient, even with someone as broken like me," you answered, ignoring the firework in your stomach at his complements.

"You're missing the point," he told you patiently, but you knew inside his mind he was freaking out, even though you did not know why. "What I'm trying to say is that you are so fucking perfect and I love you so fucking much, I can't put it into words, like... my chest is bursting every time I even think about you and-"

You barely listened to anything he was saying after he spoke the word 'love'. Instead you leant forward and sealed his lips with a soft kiss.

When you lent back again, Ray's eyes were slightly closed, his cheeks were dusted over pink and the tension is his jaw had disappeared.

"Did I just imagine that," he asked carefully.

Instead of answering, you kissed him again, longer this time. When you pulled back, a smile was playing around his lips.

"Oh," he whispered.

"Again?" you asked, smiling yourself as your gaze wandered over his still closed eyes.

"Yes please," he nodded.

Again you lent forward, pressing your lips against his soft ones. You could feel him smile before he eagerly kissed back. His lips were so full and soft and gentle, yet demanding. He tasted of hot chocolate and smelled of toasted toast bread. This time you did not pull back and neither did he. Honestly, you had not been able to image the feeling of his lips against yours, and now that you felt it, you were addicted to it. It was like for the first time in almost four years, you were able to really breathe freely. And while Ray kept kissing you with so many sweet, caring and sometimes also demanding kisses, cuddled together on his couch, New Jersey was disappearing under a thick blanket of white snow.