gbg oneshots [misfits]

zucklesXreader| do it

ship: zucklesXreader [zuckles & (y/n)]
smut: nah
trigger warning: suicidal thoughts, weed, self harm

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we've reached over 200 reads?!?! i couldn't even dream of people wanting to read the bullshit i write but thanks for the support guys!

Third POV

"Let's get high mates!" Mason yelled from the kitchen, bringing a bag of edibles to the living room.

"Are you sure? It's (y/n)'s first day here," Cam looked at her, making sure she's okay with it. 'So, what can a few edibles do to me?' (y/n) thinks. Not having ever done weed, she simply said:

"Let's get fucked up, bois."

time skip

"Guys, I'm so fucked," Eric said as he laid on the floor, swimming. Mason tried beating Matt in Mario Cart, but to Matt's advantage the Aussie was so high he couldn't tell the Queen of England and his own mother apart. Mason stole glimpses of the only girl in the room, making sure she didn't see it.

Cam decided to keep an eye on (y/n). He worries what kind of high she'd have, since everyone acts differently when they're high. He sat next to her, drinking a beer and chuckling at his friends' stupidity. He decided to have only half an edible, making him the most responsible one because Toby was asleep.

(Y/n)'s head was bombarded by all the thoughts she has been pushing back for years. Like the 'do not open' drawer has been opened and the dark thoughts swallowed her, it's claws gripping (y/n) to pull her down under.

But outside of her head, (y/n) seemed fine. Absolutely high, but fine. She smiled, laughed like an absolute maniack at Eric yelling about swimming away from a shark on the floor. She seemed happy, but inside.. (y/n) wanted to kill herself.

"Guys, I'm going to get a beer, you want one?" she direct the last part to the giraffe, who was nodding and giving (y/n) a 'thank you' smile.

Mason stared at (y/n) back, thinking about following her to scare the living crap out of her.

"Ay guys, someone get the camera. I'm going to go and scare (y/n)," Mason jumped on one spot, laughing like a child. Cameron chuckled at the idea and walked to his room.

On the other hand, (y/n) was walking up to the fridge, opening the door and squinting from the sudden light. There was only three beers left, so she picked up two and closed the door. As she turned around, her (y/e/c) eyes met the knife set on the table.

(Y/n)'s POV

Do it.

What are you waiting for, pussy?

You know there's no other way.

He doesn't love you, you don't have anything to live for.

The thoughts of suicide I've been pushing down for ages just rush up to the surface. I've never had the courage to actually do it, using self harm as my reliever. But I feel like now, today, is the right time.

I put the beer bottles on the counter gently and make my way to the knives. Grazing my fingers over the multiple
sharp tools, I yank the biggest one out of the case and look at it. So pretty. It's actually sad that it's going to be covered in blood in just a few moments.