Tik Tok Mafia x Reader

The Accident

Request: Would you mind sometime just writing, even a small one, on 86. He's my favorite out of everyone and I would be so greatful! What about one being caught in the raim and a car swerved hit them ans drove off leaving the other one to find them laying on the side walk. That's all I have for begining.

TRIGGER WARNING: character death, blood

Holding hands with 86 is probably better than anything in the whole world. It's like when he grabs my hand, he doesn't want to let go. Maybe because it's how much he loves me or how protective he is. He is always so gentle, treating my hand like it's this fragile object that he doesn't want to break. 

This makes today even greater since not only do I get to hold his hand, but I get to have my favorite ice cream, chocolate (if it isn't your favorite you can change it). I look over at him, giggles escaping me when I notice his difficulty with getting the ice cream in his mouth due to the stitches.

"Maybe try undoing the stitches first, sweetie."

He looks over at me, eyes wide like he hasn't thought of that before. I look with curiosity as he carefully pulls the stitches off his mouth, so gently that it wouldn't cause any pain or discomfort towards him. When he finally takes it off, he nods to me and starts eating the ice cream. 86 doesn't talk much, but I don't mind because we still are able to have a lot of fun together. Right when we are finished with our ice cream, he pulls a napkin out, holding my chin in his hand.

"W-what are you doing?"

His eyebrows quirk up, almost like he's saying "you're kidding me right?" He gently dabs the ice cream off my face, while looking at me with utter joy in his eyes. After he dabs my face, 86 places a hand on my cheek with a big smile on his face. 

My face turns beet red, and I push him aside.

"D-don't do that, i-it makes me feel embarrassed."

I look away, crossing my arms with a pout on my face. I hear a little chuckle and I turn to see him laughing. It takes a little to process, but then I start laughing too. While we're laughing, I feel something hit my head. I look up in confusion when I feel something land on my nose. Then on my hands.

It's gonna pour, isn't it?

As if mother nature had a sick sense of humor, the rain started pouring even faster, making both myself and 86 soaking wet. 86 grabs my hand, and runs with me, in hopes of finding shelter.

Wait.

He's holding my hand.

A blush creeps on my face again, as I try and calm myself down. I think to myself, "Hey, (Y/N) focus. He doesn't like you in that way. We're just trying to find shelter that's all." Interrupting my thoughts, 86 pushes my elbow and points.

We just got to the road, and noticed on the other side is the mall. The perfect place to shelter from the rain, and we can go shopping. It's a win-win situation.

86 takes off in front of me, and just when I was about the run after him, I notice a car driving in the road. All of a sudden the car hits a pothole and starts swerving. Fear hits me like a slap in the face, as I notice the car is headed right towards him.

No!

I run into the road, not even thinking about anything else, and shove 86 to the other side of the road. I then look next to me and see the car headed right towards me. I close my eyes, shivering, awaiting the impact that would change everything.

Crash

I look up, noticing it stopped raining. Wow, there's even a rainbow in the sky. I guess we don't have to go to the mall. As I try to stand up, I notice a sharp pain coursing through my body. Confused, I look down, and what I see scares me to my core.

There's my body with a huge bloodstain growing under my shirt and expanding all around me. I notice my left leg is snapped like a twig, and I can't even feel my lower half anymore. I look around noticing, remembering what happened.

I see people surrounding me, children crying, 86 running towards me, a car crashing into a tree.

86 running towards me

I turn my head slowly to see his face. Tears stream down his face, his shirt ripped. Must have been when I shoved him out of the way. Right when he gets to me, he kneels on the floor, and gently cradles me in his arms, taking my hands into his own.

Wow, his hands feel even softer as he traces gentle circles on them. I look over to him, blood and tears streaming over my face, with a hint of a blush.

"W-w-would h-have thought y-you w-would have b-b-been first t-to g-g-go."

He looks over to me, shaking his head back and forth with anger almost as if to say, "Stop talking, you need medical attention."

"I-I'm n-n-not g-gonna make i-it, s-s-sweetie."

Tears burst through his eyes, and he buries his face into my chest. "Don't go," he must be thinking. I want to hold out for him, but black starts blurring my vision, and I can no longer feel his hands. Those soft, warm hands.

I'm about to cry out in fear when I notice a feeling of sleep taking over me. It feels so good and so warm. I want to go to it. But I don't know if 86 wants me to go to sleep.

"8-86, I f-f-feel s-so t-t-tired. W-will you b-b-be th-there f-for m-m-me w-when I g-g-get u-up?"

He lifts himself up from me, wiping the tears from his eyes, sniffling. He smiles and nods his head.

"O-ok g-g-good. I l-l-love y-you, a-and I'll s-s-see y-you in t-t-the m-morning."

As my vision starts to fade, I hear a deep voice. The last voice I hear before I go to sleep.

"I love you (Y/N), have a great rest."

Wahh I want to cry that was so sad. I'm not entirely used to writing sad stories, but I just saw a sad movie yesterday and it totally inspired me to head towards this kind of direction. I hope you enjoyed this story, even if it was short, and please look forward to the last of the requests!