If I Lose Myself
Carson Phillips/Aaron Christopherson
Hey, I wrote a thing for Bee. It’s her birthday fic (a day late, whoops) so even if she hates it I think she’s socially obligated not to tell me that. WOO.
If medical stuff triggers you, here is your warning. (No character death.)
The lightning bolt doesn’t kill Carson, it just scares him within an inch of his life.
It’s so close he can see the spot of black earth where it hit. He’s surprised his shorts aren’t full from the shock it’s given him. He can even smell it in the air, crisp and electric.
If he’d taken one more step. If he’d been walking a little faster-
He’d be dead.
But he’s not.
Carson Phillips/Aaron Christopherson, WIP.
this part: ~7k/44.5k so far
A/N: Thanks so much to Mav for the beta! :*
It turns out getting into the back seat is less smooth move like Carson was imagining and more knees and elbows and sort of falling over the center console. His knee lands dangerously close to Aaron’s crotch and being in Aaron’s lap is something he was not ready for— nor Aaron, judging from the roundness of his eyes and mouth.
“My bad,” Carson says, scrambling back to hit the door, trying to catch his breath. He should have thought about taking off his jacket beforehand, because there’s no way he can do it now. Not without punching Aaron in the face in the process.
The seconds tick by and all the bravado he had before drains right out of him. Carson has no idea what he’s doing.