‼️I AM NO LONGER WRITING
ABOUT CARSON‼️
///i'll be leaving this fic up cause i am pround
of it but i do not & will never support
carson or his actions. what he did
is sick & i hope he gets help.\\\
///let's all pretend the misfits moved
to san diego for the sake of this
story & my sanity while
writing this okay?\\\
-a cup of coffee///callmefitz
chapt. 01/01
i walk up to door & even though i know i'm always welcomed in cam's house my head is second questioning this decision. logically i know he told me whenever i start spiraling into dark places to come- no questions asked, but those damn what-ifs rack my brain. so i stand there; uber long gone, hand frozen about to knock on his dark oak door, & a cold, late night breeze goes through my short blonde hair, & i zone out, my mind to foggy to consecrate on anything- more concerned about what's going on in my head then what's around me so when the door opens to a very worried & questioning cameron my unfocused eyes & hazy mind don't register he's there until he gently places his hand on my raised fist, gently pushing it down. i flinch away from him not expecting human contact, i run my hands through my blonde hair, i hold my shaking body, a fist full of my shirt, & look anywhere but him.
"carson?" he asks like he's almost unsure its actually me, "what are you-" he stops when i'm guessing he actually looks at me & the state i'm in, i hear him sigh softly as he takes me in, my rumpled shirt & coat thrown haphazardly over my tall, skinny frame, the glasses that are crooked & smudgy, my usually kept hair going everywhere, & my body shaking violently. "come on, get inside. it's cold out here." he says but my ears are buzzing, hearts racing, & i can't seem to muster the strength to move my legs. he waits for a moment then realizes i'm not moving he gently grabs my right arm & pulls me into his house.
he sits me down on his couch & i want to talk, explain why i'm here, what happened- everything but my thoughts are to loud & my ears are buzzing to much so i stay, sat on the couch staring at god knows what. i don't notice anything except the buzzing getting louder & it getting harder to breath until i feel my hand being moved up by a familiar feeling rough hand, it opens my fist & places something cold & squeezes my hand around it. the pain of how hard he's squeezing my hand mixed with the sensation of burning cold- a sensation i was not expecting- it clears my mind & makes me focus on what's happening in real life, not hyper focusing on the inside of my mind. i wince in pain & his hand disappears, i drop the ice cube.
i look at him, turning my head slightly up, "thank you." i whisper shakily through my uneven breaths & he nods his head,
"you're welcome, love. what happened if you don't mind me asking?" he gets up from sitting in front of me to sitting next to me on the couch. i taking a deep breath in & out slowly, enjoying the feeling of breathing calmly again even though it's still uneven. i lean against his shoulder, he opens his arm & wraps it around my broad shoulders, & i lean further in. the warmth coming from him, the comfortable feeling of being held by him, & those little circles he rubs into my shoulder gently always makes me feel so safe in his arms so i know it's okay to open up & tell him what happened instead of botteling up, i take a breath & start,
"i was laying down trying to sleep &- honestly i don't know what happened, what caused it but i just couldn't stop thinking, it was just to much- everything, &- & i had come here, to see you or it felt like i might explode." i sigh & continue, "i didn't know where else to go or who else to talk to.." i meet his eyes, worry of what i see in them but i have to see them, those little specks of green always warm me up, i don't see what i was expecting, anger or anything negative- i'm only met with worry &- not pity but sadness for what i just said. i look down unsure of what to do now but cam has other plans; he just barely puts his hand under my chin & makes me meet his eyes,
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Fanfiction///requests? open.\\\ ///most of these are hurt/comfort but some are fluffy\\\ ///some of these deal with heavy subjects but i put a very obvious warning on them & will also add a description on what it's warning if someone asks\\\ ///we got mostly...
