drown with me 。(an abbachio x reader ♡〜)

fever dreams w/ sides of trauma.

abbachio's pov;

i woke up in the cold embrace of the autumn breeze, no longer engulfed in just two hands of a girl and a comb. my eyes wet from yawning and reminiscing, hands longing to be in theirs. she was gone by daylight, as soon as the sun creeped up over the morning dew. i've had a few one night stands in my life; although this felt different than one. she left a cup of hot coffee on my table; a croissant to match. they left a blanket wrapped around my body. left my comb where it was originally.

i like the way they cared. i liked our friendship.

maybe i just like them.

tying my hair to prepare for the morning breeze, i checked my phone, a few messages unread and blurry without my contacts.

n/n!! (doo doo head); "aghhh sorry for leaving before you woke up!! i had to go do something with my .. dead fiancé? our anniversary is today so i decided to pick up some flowers early."

a bitter squeeze drained a bit of my heart, before reading on.

"would you like to come with me?? i'd really like it if you could, :)"

i smiled, teeth clenched, eyes closed; she was so amazing.

"of course y/n. i'll be there in an hour to pick you up. be ready by then! ^o^"

showering, and dressing for the occasion, i drove to her house; slowly.

y/n's pov;

stopping at the flower shop, i picked the biggest, freshest bouquet of daffodils i could see. i bought little heart chocolates and macarons for him. i wrote him some of the songs he liked and little nothing is wish i had said. oh to wish every breath of yours to be back again. my phone buzzed, as i skimmed the message. jogging back home, i tried to look my best in the small time slot leone gave.

time skip by hollys lovely smile<3

opening the door, abbachio stood there with bleak eyes and a bouquet of lilies. i gave him a teasing smile, i giggled. "are these for me?"

he blinked at me, before faking a throw of the bouquets into my sorry looking face. "no, y/n. idiot. these are for him, could you put them in a pot of something?" i nodded, allowing him to step into my house. we chatted about the yellow rising clouds always floating around the town, casting yellow rays of sun down even when it rained. chatted about how the scones in the neighborhood always tasted fresh, though we knew they weren't. chatted about the way i liked his scary voice, how he liked the way i yelled about the things i was passionate.

"then, lets go, y/n." he smiled, and i hid the sparkles in my eyes behind my (hair length heree) hair.

driving to our secret grave, i felt the air in the skies shift, knots building all in my system, water shining my eyes. i held his hand out of habit; he tried to squeeze back, but it felt like he was just trying to make sure i wouldn't let go either. "i know," he said. "i know, y/n." we trotted along the uneasy path, but the autumn leaves weren't satisfying to step on anymore. the branches no longer smelled of sappy syrup, but the smell of buried organs now. his voice under every rock, his breath lingering across every corner.

i pressed my pursed lips to the card, to the chocolates, to the flowers. sucked out every feeling in my ever breaking heart and put it into every kiss. leone hugged his solemn card, a picture, his police badge. and then we cried. i don't remember anything but wetting his cold, leather jacket. "its okay, n/n. i can fix it at the laundromat. its okay, you can cry." his voice cracked under this ever thickening tension, his hands lightly holding onto my (fav color<3) shirt. his eyes drained of yellow, his voice no longer light and dark. we were tired, tired i knew. my head molded into his neck, his eyes fixed on the crown of my head.

"can you stay over, abba?" "..of course, y/n."

i cried in his car, as he leaned his arm on my armrest; i clung to his arm, feeling his warm hand rub my scalp. "i miss him, abba. but i want to get over it." i like you, i wanted to say. i like you, i thought i should say. you are my best friend. "i like you, leone." he glanced at me, question written in his eyes. "you are my best friend." he gave me a smile, overwritten by his puffy, tear stained eyes. "you are my best friend, y/n." he rubbed my cheek.

"we're home."

i unlocked the door, took off my shoes, opened the fridge. "what ice cream flavor, leone? i feel like depressed ice cream and poetry." i heard him mumble. "oh, i.. i like poetry. and chocolate, please." bringing out the carton and two big spoons, i led him to my bedroom. we rubbed our eyes, climbing the velvety mat. opening the door, i crawled on the bed, as did he. we hid under the covers of my (OTHER FAV COLOR <3) bed. my head under his, i knew i'd have to wash the brown out of my sheets at least twice. i was a messy eater. "we act like a frreaaking .. like two gay best friends." he gulped a fistful of cold, chocolate ice cream. i laughed, lightly head butting him. "shut up kid, i get it, you're tottallly in love with me."

and then he just stared.

i blinked at him, he blinked at me. and i inched closer, testing the waters.

and oh god did i drown.

his chocolate stained lips slowly ushered towards me. "okay." he whispered. and then i closed the gap, feeling his smile against mine, his warm cheeks radiating heat and embarrassment. and then i felt his hand on my shoulder, and then i felt him pull away, for his head to rest on mine.

"i'm sorry," he started. "did i rush that?"

"no." i smiled, smearing ice cream on his cheek.

"... FUCK YOU Y/N-"

HIIII GUYS INHOPE U LIKED THIS LITTLE ROMANCEEE IM SO HAPPY TO START IT ITS GONNA BE A SLOW BURN SOOO YEAHHHHHH HEEHEE I LOVE U ALL AND YESS SHOULD I MAKE A LIL NSFW WAYY DOWN THE LINE?? ILY GUYS <3
-cat