#( I CRY )

[365partygirl305]

Glory i remember reading this the first time and it was incomplete

Rereading it completely now after this got reposted hits the spot man

(Sometimes)

Matty x Reader

WC: 1.6k

Warnings: suicidal intentions/talks (please take care of yourself)

Summary: Matty finds you on a bridge.

Masterlist

The water staring back at me was basically welcoming me with open arms. Whispering all the right things; that I’d finally have peace, that the sadness would be washed away, that I’d finally be able to breathe.

“Just do it.” I say to myself, looking up to the night sky above me. “Who is going to miss you? Just do it.”

Taking one last, deep breath, I let go of every ounce of hesitation clinging to me. The crisp wind whirls around, nudging me forward with an insistent push. This is it— for me to finally see something through. I glance down at the inky water below; its waves swirl like dark ribbons, crashing against the rugged rocks and weathered metal of the bridge beneath my feet.

I tip just the toe of my foot off the ledge, gasping when I nearly fall over. “Fuck! God damn.” I scream into the nothingness, gripping a hold the railing behind me. “It’s easy, just close your eyes and jump.” I encourage myself, repeating the words over and over in nothing more than a whisper. “And it’ll all be over.”

The waves were like a siren's song comforting my decision. After a few ragged heartbeats, I nod to myself and slowly let go of the railing.

This is it. I’ll finally be okay and everything will just stop.

Just as I expel all the air from my lungs, footsteps catch my attention. My hand grips the railing as I nearly topple over when I look to my right, a silhouette walking towards me with his head down and a lit cigarette between his fingers. The moment his eyes look up, catching mine and focusing on me, he pauses.

The bridge's lights catch his face, his brows furrowed and his lips parted slightly as he watches me. He looks confused for a moment before realization crosses his features and then it’s overtaken by genuine concern.

He opens his mouth to say something but the hand I already have outstretched comes up to silence him. “Don’t. Just go, walk away. Please.”

I hate how broken and pitiful my voice sounds.

“No.” He shakes his head, ignoring my plea to be left alone. “I’m not fuckin’ going anywhere with you up there.”

My grip falters as he takes another few steps, flicking the cigarette onto the pavement beside him. “Oh my god, what are you doing?” I whine as he reaches up and grabs a hold of the railing, hoisting his leg over and then the other, until he's standing beside me.

“Enjoying the view,” He states, not blinking an eye as he wobbles next to me. “Nice night, yeah? A bit fuckin’ chilly though.”

Rubbing my thumb against the metal railing, feeling the coolness seep into my skin. My gaze scans the vast expanse of water before me, and I unconsciously tighten my grip on the railing, knuckles turning white. “I want to be alone.” I whisper, not looking over to the stranger next to me.

“No you don’t.” He declares, crouching down so he can sit down onto the frame and dangle his legs over the edge. “I think that’s the last thing you want.”

“You don’t know me.” I scoff, finally breaking my eyes from the water to look at the man next to me. “You don’t know what I want.”

He pats the space next to him, a crooked smile playing on his lips. “Well, why don’t you tell me then? Maybe I wanna listen.”

A frustrated huff escapes my lips as I shake my head back and forth, the strands of my hair swishing around my face.

“I got nothing but time, sweetheart.”

Frowning at his audacity, I look away from him and shift on my feet, feeling unsteady. “I don’t need a lecture right now, okay? I just need… I just want…” My voice trails off as the weight of my own words suffocates me, the tears threatening to spill over. My grip loosens as I slide down, sitting down onto the cold metal.

“There ya go!” He praises, smiling widely at me.

“I just sat down.” I mutter, avoiding his gaze.

“That’s the first step; and that’s usually the hardest. It’s a big accomplishment, and who gives a flying shit if I’m some stranger you don’t know? I’ll scream it if I have to make you believe me.”

Before I can even respond, he cups his hands around his mouth and screams into the darkness. “She got down! She did it!”

He laughs when I roll my eyes, clapping in encouragement. “All bullshit aside, I’m serious.”

This man barely even knows me. Hell, we’re literally strangers. He doesn’t know shit about anything. But his presence is strangely comforting. I take a deep breath, inhaling the chill of the night air, and finally look at him directly. His eyes meet mine, the warmth in them seeping through the layers of my numb exterior.

“You should go.” My voice wavers slightly, betraying the vulnerability I desperately try to hide. But this stranger beside me feels oddly familiar yet so distant at the same time, like a piece of a puzzle trying to find its place. I don't know what led him to this bridge tonight, why he chose to intervene in a moment that felt like my final one.

He chuckles softly, running a hand through his unruly hair. "Nah, I think I'll stick around for a bit longer. Enjoy this beautiful night, and talk with a pretty girl, what more could I ask for?” He leans closer, and I feel the heat emanating off of his body as I try my best to ignore him.

“So talk. What do you want?” He asks. His fingers lightly brush against the top of my knee, and I cringe, moving slightly away from him.

“Nothing,” I say, hoping he gets the message that this isn’t about him. I gaze at him, observing the twitch of his eyebrows and the way he clenches and unclenches his jaw. He removes his hand from my knee and leans back against the railing, releasing a heavy sigh.

He reaches behind his ear with slender fingers and extracts a cigarette. “Look, you don’t have to talk if you don’t wanna. But I’m not leaving until you do.” He fumbles in his pocket with one hand, while the other holds a cigarette. As he lights it, the flame dances on the end of the cigarette, surrounded by swirling smoke. He inhales deeply and exhales a slow stream of smoke into the air.

“You won’t regret telling me, s’promise.” He smiles reassuringly again, and I stare back at him warily.

We fall into a comfortable silence after that, except for the occasional crackle of thunder. I look up at the sky, a blanket of thick grey clouds blocking out any sign of stars.

Suddenly, the stranger speaks, and I almost flinch back from surprise. “What’s your name?” With each word, a plume of smoke escaped his lips, and his intense stare never wavered.

I hold his gaze for a moment, trying to decipher the emotions behind his eyes. Finally, I give in and open my mouth to offer my name.

His eyes softens, and the corner of his eyes crinkle with amusement as he turns his head slightly to give me a better view of his face. “Matty.”

I hum in response, glancing back out towards the water. The wind blows gently around the two of us, rustling our hair and pulling our clothes slightly as it goes. I can hear him breathing quietly as he lights and takes another drag from his cigarette.

“Do you always smoke this much, Matty?” I ask, turning my head so that I can look at him.

He shrugs nonchalantly and blows the smoke towards the sky. “Do you always feel like this?”

‘Feel like this’—as in, ‘feel sad, depressed, angry or scared’, or, ‘feel numb,’ or, ‘feel empty,’? Or, ‘feel broken, lost, worthless, unwanted, alone, unloved,’?

My mind wonders and I can feel Matty's eyes never leaving me. It's as if he's studying every twitch in my expression, every flicker of emotion that crosses my face. I take a deep breath, the cold air stinging my lungs, and decide to be honest with this stranger who has somehow become a lifeline in the darkness.

And it was almost like he knew that. 

“Sometimes,” I mumble, staring down at my lap. There’s silence, but not awkward silence like most people would expect.

I can hear Matty take another drag of his cigarette, the embers glowing brightly in the darkness. He doesn't press for more information, understanding the weight of my words even in their simplicity. The wind picks up, causing the water below to ripple softly.

“I think…I think you should go, Matty.”

He flicks the cigarette butt, watching the glowing embers disappear into the darkness below. “And let you kill yourself?”

“It’s just…it’s hard.” I say, my voice quieter than before.

“Being a person?” His voice is soft, understanding, and tinged with sadness. I nod my head, not trusting myself to speak. “It can be, but…” Matty says with a faint smile, trying to impart some kind of bullshit wisdom upon me. “It’s part of being alive—surviving in this world.”

As I turn to face him, the dim light from the streetlamp catches his face. I can see the pain etched into every line on his face. “That sounds like a shitty way to live, Matty,” I say, looking away, my voice trembling with emotion.

He doesn't respond, but I can feel his steady gaze still on me as we sit on the edge of the bridge, our feet dangling over the dark waters below. Despite not knowing each other, it's comforting, in a way, to know that he's here beside me.

Matty chuckles, “Yeah it is but we've gotta try.”

[ilta222]

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[kymsys]

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[lucienarcheron]

✨meet me in the afterglow✨

DELIGHTED to share this beautiful elucien piece I commissioned from @/the_megabee33 on Instagram 🥰 Emily (@toastyrobos) took my vision and ran with it and I ADORE how it came out! I’ve been screaming, crying, and throwing up joyfully since I saw it 🥹♥️ I was thinking of saving it until July for elucien week so forgive me because how could I when I can give you some ✨fated mates in their wedding bliss✨ right now!! 

*please do not repost anywhere!

[bernard-the-rabbit]

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It’s so good I love it so much

And it’s interactive y’all it’s so fun

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[damntheyare]

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♡ reprint permission was granted by the artist.

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[oliziii]

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