Falsettos Oneshots

Flames (Reprise)//homosexuals

Trigger warning
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It was out of the blue. It was fear-inducing, and torturous, and it came straight out of nowhere. After just three months of being together, Whizzer had completely stopped talking to him. It hurt, badly. It hurt even more than all of the new burns that had been appearing all over his skin. They were everywhere, and much worse than they were before. Hell, if it weren't for the little apologies all over his skin written in dark ink, he'd think Whizzer was trying to kill him.

And don't think he hadn't tried getting ahold of Whizzer. He'd texted the boy, called him every fifteen minutes, showed up at his house countless times. It was no use. The calls would always go to voicemail. The texts would be left on read, and the door was always locked. Every time Marvin got a new burn, he at least felt the relief of knowing that his boyfriend was still alive.

At least, until the middle of a rainy Saturday. Out of nowhere, Marvin had noticed a fuck ton of apologies written all over his hands, and was immediately scared shitless. At first instinct, he ran straight out of his house, wincing as his bare feet touched the cold, wet sidewalk. He could make it in five minutes.

Five minutes.

But, five minutes seemed to be less than enough. There was a searing pain in his left wrist, and he screamed, tears immediately springing to his eyes as the water touched the wound. There wasn't a drop of blood, and that only allowed him to see how deep the cut happened to be. He ran faster, despite his vision blurring and his eyes growing heavy. He was almost there. One minute. The same pain came upon his right wrist, and he wailed, running up to the porch of his boyfriends apartment and banging on the door, screaming.

"WHIZZER! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!" Marvin hollered, tears mixing in with the water dripping down from his hair."WHIZZER, PLEASE DON'T DO THIS." He leaned his head on the door, sobbing loudly. the pain was moving up his arms, and so were the cuts. Quick, sharp pains flew up his limbs like wild fire as smaller, less deep cuts made their way up his arms. "I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME!" He screamed, gasping for air. "BABY, PLEASE! I CAN'T FUCKING LOSE YOU. I NEED YOU, WHIZ, YOU CAN'T DO THIS!"

Suddenly the door opened. Whizzer stood there, pale,
teary-eyed, and tired. He was thinner than ever, and the bags that sat under his eyes were darker than any Marvin had seen on a person. There was almost a smile on his face. If Marvin wasn't already crying, he would have burst into tears that very second.

"I'm not going to die." Whizzer whispered, biting his lip. "I didn't cut deep enough for that. But, there's a lot of blood. There's so much blood, Marv, the burns, they never- they never bled this much." Immediately, Marvin grabbed Whizzer's bare arm, and they yelped in unison. Blood was already gushing onto Marvin's hand, but he was only really paying attention to his boyfriend's life at the moment. After making sure Whizzer had no more sharp objects and was sitting safely on his bed, Marvin quickly grabbed a few wash-cloths and couple boxes of bandaids, wetting the wash-cloths and dashing back into the room. 

"Ready?" Whizzer nodded, leaning gently on Marvin's shoulder. Marvin bit his lip, and they both flinched as he brought the cloth down onto one of Whizzer's wrists, soaking up most of the blood. He gently dabbed at the wound, and Whizzer squeezed his eyes shut, inhaling Marvin's scent. He smelled like vanilla and roses, an odd combination that seemed to calm him.

"You smell gay." He giggled, tears stinging his eyes. Marvin looked over at him.

"How does someone smell gay?" He asked, taking the other wash-cloth and bringing it to Whizzer's other wrist. The two main cuts were all he was really worried about.

"Oh, there's a smell." Whizzer whispered, smiling a little bit. Luckily, he was no longer bleeding- he hadn't cut deep enough to actually do any major damage. His breathing slowed, but gratefully didn't stop, and he leaned further into Marvin.

"Whizzer?"

"I love you." Whizzer mumbled, so quiet that it was almost inaudible.

"I love you too." Marvin said quietly, placing the last bandage on Whizzer's arm. He picked the boy up, carefully laying him down in the bed.

"Marvin," He said quickly, sitting up. "Don't leave."

"I'm not leaving." He said, frowning, and Whizzer shook his head.

"No, I mean- right now. Literally. Stay. Please." Marvin nodded, gently climbing into bed next to Whizzer. He wrapped his arms around the boy's waist, placing small, gentle kisses on the boy's jawline. He smiled, cupping Marvin's cheeks. "I'm so sorry. For putting you through so much pain. I love you so fucking much." He said quietly. Marvin nodded, tracing squares on Whizzer's lower back.

"Go to sleep." Marvin whispered, pressing a kiss on Whizzer's cheek and resting his head on the boy's chest. "No more talking."