January OTP Prompts
I think this might be my least favorite one I've written so far, but I actually wrote it so I'm calling it a win anyway.
Warnings for mention / descriptions of blood (Fictional!Matty accidentally cuts himself chopping vegetables) and a reference made to a past suicide attempt
4. Bright red
“Fuck!” Matty swore. He dropped the paring knife, and it clattered to the counter, then slipped off the cutting board and landed with a clang on the hardwood floor. “Shit,” he continued, tears welling in his eyes as he tucked his bleeding hand to his chest. He didn’t care that he was staining his white tee shirt with the fresh bright red blood that welled from the slice in the webbing between his thumb and pointer finger.
“What’s wrong?” George asked, spinning around from the stove, his eyes widening at the commotion, at the bright red splatters on Matty’s white quartz countertop.
“I nicked myself,” Matty said, purposely not looking at the blood on the counter, he knew it wasn’t a bad cut but the shock of the sting had caused him to recoil in pain and surprise. Matty had always been squeamish and now even just looking at his own blood was making him feel light headed. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to focus on breathing, a steady inhale and exhale. His hand felt like it had a pulse of its own now, throbbing painfully as his heart pumped more and more blood out of his body.
“Let me see,” said George, stepping into Matty’s space and carefully pulling his hand away from his body, wincing at the blood staining his shirt, dripping down Matty’s hand. “Fuck,” said George, grabbing a wad of paper towels and pressing down on the cut, trying to stop the bleeding.
“Is it bad? I didn’t think it was that bad?! Is it bad?!” Matty asked, the pain making him feel frantic, he didn’t want to look, he couldn’t look for himself. He tried to focus on the counter behind George, instead of the bright red splotch growing larger on the paper towel as he continued to bleed. They were going to have to throw away the bell pepper he had been slicing for the stir fry he thought hysterically, he had bled all over the vegetable.
“It looked pretty deep,” said George, his voice sounding far away as Matty’s vision tunneled. He was no longer thirty four years old, standing in the kitchen with the love of his life, but sixteen in the bathtub, hands shaking as he tried and failed to end it all, bright red staining the white porcelain. His parents hard ripped out the tile in the bathroom after, replacing the bathtub with just a shower.
“What does that fucking mean?” Matty asked, he needed to stop looking at the blood on the counter, but his vision felt spotty, and George’s worried face wasn’t providing any sort of comfort.
“It means you might need stitches,” George said, “or to have it glued back together or something, I’m not sure I’m not a doctor.”
“What about dinner?” Matty asked, his voice wavering.
“We’ll get takeaway on the way back,” said George softly, putting his hand on Matty’s lower back to shepard him to the car. He paused, leaving Matty standing in the hallway to run back to the kitchen and turn off the stove.
“I’m sorry,” said Matty, still feeling woozy as he climbed into the passenger seat of his Audi. George pressed a kiss to his forehead.
“Accidents happen love,” he said softly, “let's just go get you all patched up.”
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they tell me I need to stop being so self-critical
me when others have period problems: oh it's okay! Accidents happen to everyone. Just take it easy, it's natural and nothing to be ashamed of 😊🌸
me when I have period problems: now look what you did, you gross sack of shit. No, why even bother changing your undies, you're just going to befoul them again in about five minutes. Oh, now you're crying? Good, cry harder, baby. I hope you're satisfied. Hey come back here I'm not finished with you--
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hey!!
your work MATTERS.
you show up every day and you care so much and you give so much of your time and energy, and that MATTERS.
it matters so much!!!
even if you get no recognition.
even if you get snubbed.
even if you can’t see the fruition of months and months of trying.
even if you’re feeling stretched so thin you wonder if you’ve helped anyone at all.
even if you’re second-guessing the way you handled one thing or another.
CONTINUE!!!
because you have inherent value and you bring something unique and new to the table and you are seen even when you do not feel it.
and resilience shines brightest not in the mountaintops but in the valleys.
so take a deep breath. take a mental health break. talk to the people who will uplift you, and hold their words close to your chest like priceless treasures. hold them up to the light when you begin to doubt yourself again.
and continue!!!!
your work matters even today, even here.
i see you. you’re doing great, lovely. keep going.
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