Victorious Preferences [COMPLETED]

The Scarlet Ocean (Jade X Female!Reader Oneshot)

Requested by Storm2Shadows - sorry it took so long! If any of you reading this have personal problems with self-harm of any type of abusive family member, please find help somewhere. Remember, you are unique and special, and nobody can make you stop being your beautiful self.

Strolling into your girlfriend Jade's house, you feel ready to tell her your feelings. How you love her - you are so frickin pumped to confess to her!

"Jade, hi!" you yell through the door as you find the spare key and open it, but as you look into the hallway there doesn't seem to be anybody there. Strange; Jade always meets you whenever you come round, just in case her dad pops up unexpectedly.

"Jade?" you ask out loud, and you hear something in the kitchen and snap your head in that direction.
"Jade?" you call out again, and from the kitchen you hear metal scraping against something. Your mind immediately goes into Panic Mode™️ and you rush into the kitchen to see your girlfriend trying to wash a bloody carving knife.

"Jade!" you cry out, horrified, and she looks up hurriedly and chucks the half-cleaned knife in the sink and hides her arms behind her back.
As you run to her she stretches her arms up so you can't reach them, a trick she always does as you're shorter than her, but you jump and manage to pull on one of her elbows. Her arm bends down, and you waste no time in turning it round to see the inside of her wrist.

You gasp, she tries to pull it out of your grasp but you grip her elbow and lean to the sink to turn on the water.
She tries to pull her arm out of your grip again. "Y/N, leave it!"
"No chance!" you exclaim, pulling her to the sink and into the stream of cold water, "I am not leaving you today! What on Earth possessed you to do this again?! "

The blood from her wrists mixes with the water and turns it red. You both watch in silence as the now tainted liquid runs over her lower arm and drips into the sink; it sloshes down the drain with a gloomy sucking noise, and with the blood gone you now can see that the marks she made on her wrist are vertical, not horizontal.

You stare at her, a look of shock and worry and disbelief on your face. She struggles to meet your eyes, and eventually gives up and turns them back to her arm, bringing the other to the water.
As Jade cleans her other wrist herself, you hold onto the other gently and peer at it closer.
Vertical cuts. The ones that open more veins quicker, the ones that show less blood, the ones she hasn't done for so long because you thought she was making such good progress.

"I know what you're thinking," Jade says in a steely tone, "I cut vertically, and I haven't done that in so long. You're thinking what's happened. Well, you should kind of know the only person who makes this happen by now."

You do know, and you bow your head in sorrow because you still don't know how to help.
"When did your dad come back?" you ask quietly.
She sighs wistfully, wanting to believe he didn't come back at all with all her heart. "Last night. His deal in Tokyo was a success, so he came back home as a treat. Wasn't for me, though: he started talking so condescendingly about school, about my apparently nonexistent work - about you."

She turns off the tap and turns to face you, and you catch the fatigue expressed throughout her whole face and body. She's tired of her father, tired of not being validated, tired of being stuck here.
She sucks in a deep breath, hearing it tremble as she opens her mouth, then says to you in the most serious, heartfelt voice she could ever muster:
"Even though he doesn't accept me, you're the only one in the world that makes me feel like I can breathe freely."

You feel hot tears dropping from your eyes as fast as the stream of water that came from the faucet moments ago.
You know all about Jade's father, about how he can never accept anything about his only child. Each time you've had no choice but to meet him, you've been struck with the wonder of why he ever wanted a child in the first place if he knew he wasn't going to get a carbon copy of himself.
You just wish you could do something, anything for her to not feel like this around her own father, but you're just a girl, and she's still under his roof and poor.

You look down to both of her wrists, which are beginning to bleed again. Like lightning you turn the tap back on and stick the wounds underneath, then leave them there as you rootle around in the bag your dropped at the kitchen door to find your first aid kit.
You come back and gently pull her arms to the dinner table with the rest of her sitting in a chair next to you, and begin to slowly and precisely treat and bandage up her wrists.

You're both silent for a long while, you unsure of what to say to make her feel better, Jade unsure of how to tell you what she feels without sounding like a lunatic.
You finish wrapping the end of the last bandage and lie her arms carefully on the table, getting up and going to the sink to clean the knife properly and turning off the water. At the table, Jade looks between both her arms, thankful that you bandaged them up but guilty that she made you go through it again. She had just planned to be alone completely, to make herself feel the cuts purely, without any guilt. She had never planned to actually fatally hurt herself, she could never do that without letting you know and seeing you one last time - but, if you hadn't showed up... maybe she would've gone further than she had before.

She just doesn't know. And that's the scariest part for the both of you.

When the knife is thoroughly cleaned, you walk back to the table and cup her cheek. She looks at you and attempts a weak smile, and you return it bigger and braver. Normally, Jade is the one who protects you; tonight, and until at least her father leaves, it's definitely going to be the other way around.

"How about we watch Avatar: The Last Airbender?" you suggest gently, and she smiles from the corner of her mouth. Avatar: The Last Airbender is one of the only shows you both enjoy, as you have such different tastes.
"Yeah," she nods with a slightly wobbly voice, and you slot your hands into hers carefully and walk the two of you into the sitting room.

You bring the remote up to the arm of the couch where you can reach it and gently pull Jade into your lap, wrapping your arms round her and slipping your fingers into the crevices between hers again. She leans back, her head resting on your shoulder and her body wriggling round to get more comfortable, until she's half on your lap and half on the couch.

You turn on an episode of the series and you feel her relaxing against you, so you carefully bring each of her arms up to your face and kiss the bandages where the cuts are beneath.
At each kiss she sighs, past caring about not seeming 'tough,' and murmurs something almost silently as the intro fades.

"What was that?" you whisper into her close ear, and she smiles at the TV knowing you're still looking at her adoringly.
"I just said... that I love you." Jade ducks her head into her chest so she thinks you can't see her blushing. You can, very clearly, and smile at her and lean over to whisper:
"Well, it's doubly good I came over at the right time then, because... I love you too. I came here to tell you."

She looks up, and turns to you. At the sight of her face completely pink and her smile reaching her ears, after what happened merely five minutes ago, you grin happily and snuggle her more into you as you both concentrate on the episode.

You may not have stopped her, but you stopped her from going further, and you distracted her with both your love. At least it's something she can hold onto for all the days to come - that you love her as fiercely as the moon controls the oceans.