#Oh man we're halfway through (sobs)
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WRONG NUMBER P13
matt sturniolo x f!reader
y/n's pov ☆
It has been exactly five hours since they discovered the mix-up. Chris, Jimmy, and Marylou decided to go check the police station to see if they could find any updates about Matt.
Me and Nick decided to go on a little drive in my car to clear our heads. As we were driving, I could feel the tension in the air. Nick kept looking out the window, lost in his thoughts, while I tried to think of something to say to make him feel better.
"Hey, you know, at least there is still a chance that this is some sort of mistake, right?" I said to Nick, trying to sound more optimistic than I felt. "They're working on finding Matt and getting this sorted out. We just need to have faith in them."
He looked over at me, his eyes red from crying. "Yeah, you're right," he said, his voice barely audible.
We drove around for a while longer, neither of us saying much. The silence was almost painful, but neither of us knew what to say to make it better. Finally, Nick spoke up, breaking the silence. "I keep thinking about that guy on the bed. How his family must feel right now. It's just…unbelievable."
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. The image of that man, so peaceful in his sleep, haunted me. I couldn't imagine the pain his family must be going through, thinking he was gone when he was really just a victim of this horrible mistake.
"Do you think he was rich though?" I asked smirking slightly "Like, really rich? Cause he looked pretty comfortable to me. I mean, that bed was like a fucking cloud." Nick chuckled a little, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.
"I'm just saying, maybe after this mess is done, I'll go ask him to be my sugar daddy if he's still alive" I joked, trying to lighten the mood.
"stop oh my god," Nick said giggling "What? your girl needs a little money to feel better" I said with a smirk. "You know, if he was rich, I bet he'd be more than willing to help a girl out." I glanced over at Nick, trying to gauge his reaction. He was smiling, I grinned satisfied that I'd managed to make him laugh.
We drove in silence for a few more minutes before Nick decided to break the silence again " I'm so mad we met in these fucked up circumstances, you know?" I smiled softly at him " Well at least we met, right? I mean, even if it's under these horrible conditions. Maybe one day we'll look back at this and laugh about it." He snorted a little "So real girl "
We decide to grab some coffee from Starbucks to clear our heads. As we sit there, talking about random things or scrolling through our phones, I take a sip of my coffee, burning the roof of my mouth. "Ouch, damn it's hot," I complain, blowing on the coffee.
Nick suddenly shoots up from his seat, staring at his phone with wide eyes "Oh my god" he says. "what? What is it?!" I ask him, my heart racing.
He looks at me with his mouth agape, trying to find the right words. " It's Matt…they found Matt!!" he exclaims, his voice cracking.
I feel my whole body go limp with relief. "They found him at a different hospital !" He hugs me tightly, tears streaming down his face. I'm crying too, unable to contain my happiness. We sit there in the Starbucks, surrounded by the noise and chaos, but for a brief moment, nothing else matters but the fact that Matt is alive.
"Do you know what hospital?" I manage to ask between sobs, clinging to Nick.
"Chris sent me the address, let's go," He says, already halfway out of the seat. I follow him, feeling a mixture of excitement and fear as we both know what we're about to face.
The drive seems to take forever, but eventually, we pull up to the hospital and spot Jimmy's car in the parking lot. Our feet are moving before we even have the chance to think, hurrying into the building.
We find Chris and Marylou in the waiting room, looking just as relieved as we feel. They jump up when they see us, and we embrace tightly, not wanting to let go.
It feels like we're all holding our breath, waiting for the moment when we can see Matt again. The nurse finally calls our names, and we follow her down the hallway.
Our steps slow as we approach the door, our hearts racing. The nurse pushes it open, revealingn none other than Matt lying in the bed.
He looks tired and pale. We all rush forward, surrounding his bed.
"Hey buddy, you're gonna be okay," Chris says, squeezing his hand. The nurse cleared her throat making us turn to look at her.
"The good news is that he's alive," the nurse started. "He's still unconscious, but he's stable for now. He'll probably be unconscious for a few days but don't worry he'll wake up" She paused for a moment
" However, he suffered severe injuries, There is a chance that he may never regain full cognitive function or the ability to walk."
The words hang in the air, heavy.
"come again?" Chris said, his eyes wide with shock.
"Oh God," I whisper, smacking my hand over my mouth. I feel like I've been punched in the gut. Can't we just have one good thing today?
"you're joking right?" Nick asks, his voice cracking. The nurse rolled her eyes before shaking her head no. The fuck is this bitch rolling her eyes for?
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I didnt get enough sleep last night but its not my fault qtoey fuckin kissed
hes literally the most babygirl in this entire show
HIM FRANTICALLY CLEANING UP I LOVE HIM SM
I love this more than I can ever possibly describe
it's so silly
so goofy
HES SO GOOFY
they should kiss again I think
babes your voice just got three octaves higher, do better at lying next time
who the FUCK is this guy and why is he being introduced in episode 7 of 16 (apparently 16??? it's wild that this show is supposed to be 16 episodes long (according to mdl?) cos we're not even halfway through the show and 2 out of 4 of the main couples have officially kissed, and 1 is officially together. which is insane when you think about how msp is 12 episodes long and tinngun didnt properly kiss til thE END OF THE LAST FUCKING EPISODE)
(no im never getting over this, they COULD have counted 67 FUCKING TIMES throughout the show and they fucking DIDNT)
anyway this guy is probably gonna be a main part of the drama that's gonna go down in order to keep this show long enough 😭
why cant we just keep the light and fluffy show as it is and keep spreading joy and dopamine straight to my bones
two adorable little munchkins standing next to each other
theyre my sons
THAT LITTLE GIGGLE I CANT
whAT rEAlLY???
he asked if he could hit on you, then asked if he could KISS you, AND THEN YALL FUCKIN MADE OUT IN A HAUNTED HOUSE
AND THEN WHEN YOU SAW HIM TODAY, HE MADE SILLY KISSY LIPS AT YOU
so I suggest you all give up on this "plan", and change to this real plan: march up to him, ask him out, plant a kiss on his cheek, take your fuckin artist easels and canvases to a fuckin beach at sunset, paint and make out
oml pun's an astrology girlie
HOLY FUCK ITS HAPPENING
what the fuck no why does it look like its gonna get angsty, I cant do this :(
dont make me watch toey sob, I dont want that, I want them to make out again :((
im so confused dude why is he so angry
I genuinely dont get it
I mean im watching at 2x speed so I can get through this quickly so I might've missed some dialogue somewhere or smth, but still
why's he angry
idk why he's angry but I do know one thing: satang is too fucking good at portraying anguish
im too tired to process words so im not entirely sure what he means but I think it sounds poetic so we're gonna go with that
(ahem) THATS SO BEAUTIFUL WTF
WHAT THE FUCK
brb just gonna rip my fucking SOUL out
"its like im sitting in a vast grassy field with a gentle breeze under a bright sky" OKAY WTF ARE THE GMM WRITERS READING MY TUMBLR POSTS OR SMTH
THATS LITERALLY HOW I DESCRIBED THE WAY WIN PROBABLY FEELS ABOUT SOUND
its why his heart doesnt beat fast for sound, he just doesnt have that kind of crush, its more of a relaxing crush, like a gentle breeze
ill fucking find the post if I can
I literally wrote an extended metaphor poem combined with a fic about it
what the fuck dude
if they're watching my posts then why havent they given us my satang and perth siblings agenda yet
and where is the markford series
gmm I know you're looking at this, answer my fucking questions guys
I LOVE THEIR FRIEND GROUP SO FUCKING MUCH DUDE
they all just make me so happy 😭😭😭
okay but he didnt know you were milk frappe boy when hE FUCKING MADE OUT WITH YOU IN A HAUNTED HOUSE
theyre holdin hansssss
is what I think and want to happen about to happen
that wasnt grammar but its fine
THEYF CYKING END IT THERE??
BUT HES ALL PUCKERED UP
HES READY
ALSO THEYRE IN A SCHOOL HALLWAY AND IT WOULD BE REALLY FUNNY
WTF
I HAVE TO WAIT A FUCKING WEEK TO FEEL JOY????
COME ON MAN
oh fuck yes next week theyre goi g to a volunteer camp
volunteer camp episodes are always comfort episodes so thjis is gonna be GOOD
PUN DID IT BC HE WANTS QTOEY TO SPEND TIME TOGETHER??? BRO HE'STHE WINGMAN OF ALL TIME
well anyway I just wanna see qtoey kiss again :(
ill rewatch that one scene in the meantime
buhbye for now my friends, see yous next week
#quodekash's side couple syndrome boss fight#we are the series#winnysatang#qtoey#I would tag the other ships but I like didnt talk about any of them at all in this post#winny thanawin#satang kittiphop#pond naravit#poon mitpakdee#we are series
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Can you do the King of the Hill Junichiro and Cotton reunion scene too please?
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"Dad? Dad, can you put Zwei on the scroll?" Ruby asked as she waited for her father to honor her request. She was greeted with familiar panting. "Zwei!" She covered her mouth and whispered. "I can't talk long, but I'm in Mantle. It's so cold here, I bet you'd love it. We're meeting Weiss' half-sister and I wish you were here to meet her." Ruby sniffled. "I miss you so much. I love you!"
As she hung up, she heard her father groan in disgust. She never sobbed like this when she called him.
"Do you think this armor is too much?" Jaune asked as Ruby returned. "Or maybe I should wear more?"
"Look, kid," Qrow said, "love doesn't care what you look like, or if you're still a work in progress."
"Uncle Qrow, did you meet someone?" Yang teased. When she was met by a smiley nod, she chuckled. "Hey! Good for you! See if you can score some free stuff for us."
"Yang!" Ruby chided.
"Hush!" Weiss scolded, before turning her attention to the doors opening to reveal a bulbously large man with jowls like a bulldog, followed by a sickly woman helped inside by a girl who looked almost exactly like Weiss!
"Good evening, Kuche." Jacques greeted, kissing the woman's hand.
"Hello, Jacques." She replied sweetly, as though he hadn't abandoned her for nearly twenty years. "I'm glasd to see you're still boasting such a proud and virile mustache." With help from the girl, she seated herself next to him. How have you been?"
"Well, it has been a productive time in my life. Since returning to Willow, I have been getting back into Big Nicholas' good graces..."
As he boasted, the girl seated at the far end of the table, next to Weiss. The two silently nodded before the coal-haired maiden reached for the liquor and began drinking straight from the bottle. All the while glaring at the man on the far end.
"...and since then, I have balancing home and work, as CEO of the Schnee Dust Company and as a father to Winter, Weiss, and Whitley." He smiled. "And how have you been, Kuchi?"
"Thank you for asking." She replied with a shiver. "Since you left, I have been working as a service woman to support my daughter- excuse me, our daughter, Bliss." Jacques grinned at the girl, but was only replied with the same cold, red-eyed glare. She was halfway through her bottle. "Since then, I have been eating what I could since the sickness makes it difficult to do much, especially when everyone I thought I could trust abandoned me to raise our child. Then, I found a man who was willing to accept me as his wife, my dearest Koomers Peck." She gestured to the mountainous man already three bowls into his meal.
"I... I'm Weiss Schnee, second daughter to Jacques and Willow Schnee. I'm a huntress. And what work do you do?"
"I'm Bleiss Gelé, and I work three shifts as a housemaid to cover for my dying mother and her fatass scumbag of a husband." She took one final swig.
"I... see..."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Weiss." Bleiss slammed the empty bottle down. "Was my reaction to our disgusting shared sperm donor too harsh for your high class huntress world?" Her glare fixed on Jacques. "You finally feel guilty after nineteen years of high society and sucking on Big Dickless' tiny chode and think paying for one fancy dinner is enough to make me forgive you? To make me think of you as my father?! Fuck you! That walking human smegma is only a fucking inch more of a man than you ever will be! Even if it means I would never have been born, I wish my mother had never met you!"
"Well... You certainly have that Schnee fire in you." Jacques mused.
"Bliss, please!" Her mother pleaded.
"My name is Bleiss, and I refuse to be a Schnee!" She threw the empty bottle. "I HAVE NO FATHER!"
As the bottle shattered behind Jacques, the tension built to an unbearable weight for everyone, save Kummers, who continued to eat half of the table's servings.
"I... will see that this is cleaned up." Jacques stood and swiftly left the table.
"Um..." Weiss cleared her throat. "I'm... I'm sorry for what my father did to you, but-"
"Shut. The fuck. Up." Anger and fury were now cast on Weiss. "Listen to me, you flat-chested, no ass having, uppity femcel cunt. I. AM NOT. YOUR SISTER. If you were on fire, I wouldn't piss on you to put you out."
Weiss could only gulp at the harsh words.
#rwby#my submissions#king of the hill#ruby rose#jaune arc#qrow branwen#yang xiao long#weiss schnee#jacques schnee#bleiss schnee
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Pushing myself out of my slump to listen to the new Balance audio.
Is this a direct continuation of the previous Aaron/Elliot video ? oh this is Delicious.
Aaron reassuring Elliot that they'll figure this all out, regardless of how Smartass reacts :') ooooh i love them.
Smartass set up cards to play with Elliot, because Aaron told them the good things about their past ? I'm going to lay on the floor and SOB.
He called him "El" rAAAAAH. BROTHERS !!!!!!
SMARTASS KNOWS ABOUT MAGIC ??? THEY'RE INFORMED UNEMPOWERED ???? FROM THEIR EX ???? Oh this is Interesting. Well, that makes things a little easier !! Welcome to the Club i guess, Smartass ! Hooray !
Him explaining the situation :(( "I don't know how to help him, but he's my Brother. I'm not going to let him face this alone. And I couldn't step into all of this without telling You about it." :((( And him giving Smartass the option to Not be dragged into everything, but making sure they know that he HAS to help. They can change their mind at Any time about helping.
SCENE TRANSITION NOISE WOOOOO !!! CINEMA !!!!!
Aaron saying that they All care about Sunshine oh my god i'm screaming.
Hearing all of this planning just has me sitting in Awe about how Real it all feels. You get sucked into the world so naturally. It's so cool.
Also, it makes me think that it's been Two Years-ish of CloseKnit Operation as of the Monarchial Summit. I hope Sunshine is still okay. And that Elliot actually did get his foot in the door to open a better investigation.
"You don't have to save the world, Elliot. No one can ask that of you. You are one person. It's okay to not be able to take out a nationwide organization on your own. You just have to save Them, and we're going to do that." YEAAAH AARON. Oh my god. Thank you for the reminder. Just because you have being a Main Character to hide behind for safety, doesn't mean you should do everything on your own !!!!!!
Aaron's worry behind closed doors, still checking in on Smartass about it. I agree, everything else IS so big. Even I have trouble keeping track of every nook and cranny of the magical world we've been told about. It's a VERY big leap into a VERY deep pool these two are jumping into. But they're doing it Together, I suppose that's all that counts.
Uhoh, Smartass not being Officially Informed !! All the more reason to get the paperwork after all is said and done, I guess.
(How are we only Halfway through I'm afraid)
Aaron checking up on Elliot when it all becomes overwhelming :( Him telling Smartass of El's struggles with anxiety and how he tried his best to help. Burying myself alive and crying into the Earth about this. He cares so MUCH about his brother.
And I totally get feeling like a fish-out-of-water with your emotions when you're going through something, like you aren't Feeling what you're supposed to in the moment. Ooo ough and using it to keep going and be strong for Others.
Him almost tearing up about keeping strong and getting things done for Elliot, having to clear his throat and get back to business. He's just like me fr.
And the subtle mention of the Inversion's impact with the lady at the counter. Such a good detail.
THEY CAN BE SEEN !!!! LET'S GOOO !!!
SOUTHERN ? SOUTHERN INVESTIGATOR ? Sweetheart who is this. Do you know this man. Is he cool.
Mister Southern Investigator is right :( Unfortunately nothing is ever as easy as we hope it to.
"Our team of Stealths" SWEETHEART ? Hi Sweetheart. You're my hero. I love you.
"I can't lose them, Aaron, I can't." I'M CRYIIING AHHH. Blaming it on him telling them about Magic :(( And reliving their dream and how he couldn't do anything :((
Aaron reassuring him that everything will be Okay :((
Elliot having a death grip on his phone as he tries to fall asleep on the couch HURTS. Hurts dude. And Aaron hurting every time he sees his brother on the brink of breaking down.
AARON CALLING SUNSHINE SWEET :((( SAYING THEY LAUGH A LOT AND JOKE AROUND WITH ELLIOT :(( THIS WORLD IS CRUEL. FREE SUNSHINE DUDE PLEASE LET THEM ALL BE HAPPY.
CALLING THEM A GOOD BALANCE FOR EACH OTHER. HE SAID THE THING. THE TITLE OF THEIR STORYLINE. HE SAID IT ABOUT THEM. I HAVE TO EAT RAW IRON AND STEEL ABOUT IT.
Aaron doubting his abilities to be strong for his brother, to be able to reassure him that things will turn out alright. That hug and kiss with Smartass about it. I feel the worry through the screen. :((
Unbelievable acting Mr. Redacted. i'm going to lay on a country dirt road and think about this for the next 3 business years.
#redacted audio#redacted asmr#redacted spoilers#redacted the balance#redacted aaron#redacted elliot#redacted smartass#moon's thoughts#it's 2024 !!!! Get up Moon !!#Hi in 2024 i want to be more involved with redacted tumblr again :)#maybe finish the fic i was writing. who knows.#also maybe actually make some friends in the community ? Scary to think about. But I want to try. :')#EJ if you see this thank you for the comment about looking forward to these. It's what I needed. I owe you my life lmao. :')
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I mean if we're just out here putting Brynjolf in all kinds of ~💖fun💖~ situations, any chance you'd be willing to write a follow up of this where he finally catches up to Mercer? Please? *Puppy eyes*
OOOOH time to write fucked up angry Brynjolf. thank you so much for this opportunity because he deserves some rage.
content warnings: explicit violence, depictions of grief/mental illness, blood/injury.
i listened to. a lot of old hawthorne heights while writing this if u want some vibes.
Karliah would never forget the first time she met Brynjolf. Mercer had questioned the kid's abilities but Gallus saw something in him no one else did. She could still picture Brynjolf's toothy smile when he showed up in the Ragged Flagon, eyes shining with hope every time he looked at Gallus. He was a young lad back then, still gangly and stuck in that awkward phase between childhood and adolescence but he was talented. He could sneak through the Cistern without making a noise and stayed up all night just to practice his lockpicking, determined to be the best.
That boy was gone.
When Karliah saw Brynjolf looming over Mercer the hope in his eyes was dead. There was a glint of malice when his dagger traced along Mercer's throat, tipping his chin up until he met Brynjolf's gaze. The young lad she'd known so well was gone, yet another loss at Mercer's hand. Brynjolf's smile was cruel and unfamiliar when he leaned toward Mercer.
"We need to move." Karliah reminded him as the water tickled at her ankles. Brynjolf grunted out a noncommittal reply and she saw how far gone he was, entirely lost in his need for vengeance.
"You're going to feel every bit of pain I feel." Brynjolf's voice was dangerous and Mercer had the audacity to sneer at him.
"You always were too soft, Brynjolf." His eyes rolled toward Karliah and she waited for whatever awful surprise he had next. "I told Gallus that but clearly he didn't listen and now look at the mess we're in."
"Don't say his fucking name."
"Oh come on, Karliah. Aren't you over this by now?" Every bit of her body burned with the rage she'd tamped down years ago as if it was fresh and new. She saw Brynjolf's hand quivering on the dagger and the tears rolling down his cheeks.
"You deserve the kill." Brynjolf spoke through gritted teeth, eyes never straying from Mercer. "You've been planning this for ages."
"Go on, Brynjolf." Karliah knew what he was feeling, that unending grief that was surely eating at him. She knew that hunger for violence was the only reason he'd been able to get out of bed and trek halfway across the continent. She'd been there before and relearned how to survive but Brynjolf's loss was too new.
"We all know you're not going to kill me." Karliah watched in horror as Brynjolf's eyes softened just a touch. Mercer was under his skin. She knew how badly Brynjolf wanted to believe the man who had taught him how to pickpocket and shoot a bow, the one that always gave him tough love when he felt Gallus was being too soft on him. Mercer had been the only constant in his life through all of the loss and abandonment and part of her worried that Brynjolf's resolve would break.
"Come now, Bryn." Mercer's hand carefully covered Brynjolf's where it was twisted into the front of his armor. The blade didn't lower but Brynjolf didn't strike, either. Karliah's breath stopped, readying her hand over the blade at her hip just in case. "This was all just a big mistake, right? You're not going to side with Karliah after she left you." She'd never heard Mercer's voice so soft. It was sickening. He was feeding on the trust he'd built with Brynjolf over the decades she'd been exiled. "She could have come back and told you at any point but she didn't, did she? She left you to me."
"Shut up." Brynjolf sobbed, the tip of his dagger drawing a pinprick of blood from Mercer's throat. She had to believe in him.
"Who took care of you all those years? When you cried every time you saw Gallus' handwriting who helped you move on?"
"I said shut up!"
"You're going to be a good lad and listen to me." Mercer's voice hardened. He had the upper hand. Karliah drew her blade and aimed it at Mercer but he didn't make a move, just stared right back at Brynjolf. "We're going to get rid of Karliah and go back to the Guild. We're going to explain what happened here and go back to how we were before your little recruit ruined everything."
Brynjolf's hand steadied, tears stopping at Mercer's words. Karliah's heart ached for Brynjolf when she saw the rage eating away at him but it was enough to get Mercer out of his mind.
"You killed her." Brynjolf breathed the words, ignoring the water rising to their knees. Mercer's body was half underwater but he didn't seem to care. "I was going to marry her and you took her from me."
"She got in my way. She had to go. Someday you'll-"
Mercer's words devolved into gurgles when Brynjolf's dagger punched through his armor. His blood stained the water as it rose around his body, eyes staring blindly up at Brynjolf while he sunk beneath the waves.
"It's over." Karliah sheathed her blade and patted Brynjolf's armored shoulder. He was silent as he followed her out of the chamber, paddling at her side until they reached solid ground. She wanted to remind him to change out of his wet armor but stopped when she saw the look on his face.
He was far, far away. Brynjolf stared into the distance as he deflated against the cave wall, dagger dropping at his side. She sat beside him and allowed herself to accept the knowledge he'd just had slammed into his mind. Their revenge was sated, there was no more anger to fuel them. The hardest part came next - moving on.
"What do I do?" Brynjolf whimpered and Karliah caught a glimpse of the boy she'd once known. She could still see the way he'd lean on Gallus after a verbal beatdown from Mercer and reached out, mimicking the way her love's hand would always pat him on the back.
"We'll figure it out together, Bryn." She promised, allowing the man she'd missed for so long to rest on her shoulder. He'd grown much taller but holding him felt like it healed the years she'd missed with him. "They wouldn't want us to die with them."
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mr.whites daughter 2- 18 months
There is a major plot fuck up in this chapter and I’m too lazy and unmotivated to fix it, it’s italicized for now.
Jesses pov-
It's been about a month since Mr.white and I cooked for the first time.
To say the least The next few days after the whole...phosphine gas thing didn't end well, first I went and stayed at the "crystal palace" for a few nights after (y/n) left because her dad came in and tried to start shit with me and o wasn't staying there. I soon went back home, krazy was gone and so was Mr.white
Your pov
I haven't been to jesses in a month? But currently I was at a cookout at my parents house and my aunt and uncle were over.
I was sitting by my mom and uncle hank. Dad was telling the story about how him and mom met. She was a waitress, and crossword puzzles, talking about it for my brother.
It was going fine till I noticed my mom start crying.
"Mom?" I put mh hand on her shoulder as my aunt pushed her chair back and came over, kneeling down.
"What's wrong? Skylar what's wrong?" My mom shook her head and let out a sob as she stood up.
"Ask him." She pointed at my dad and she left. I watched her walk back into the house and looked at my dad.
"Walter?" Marie asked,"what is that about?"
"Dad?" I asked and he fidgeted with his napkin before admitting what it was.
"I have cancer." He said and I stopped breathing,"lung cancer."
"Are you serious?" I whispered and I felt my aunts hand on my shoulder,"are you fucking serious?"
"(y/n)." Hank scolded lightly. I looked at my dad, biting the inside of my lip.
"That-that's why you've been coughing like that, huh?" I pointed out and he nodded. My body went into auto pilot and I got up from my seat,"and you didn't think to tell anyone? Not ur wife-"
"Skyler knows." He said.
"When did she find out? Cause obviously it was recent."
"The other day."
"Jesus fuckin Christ." I scoffed.
"(y/n) let's just-" my aunt Marie said and I cut her off.
"Sit down? Talk? I think we're past that to be honest." I laughed and looked at junior who wiped his eyes with his napkin and the he stood up, grabbing his crutches.
"Junior." My dad said and he continued to walk away and go back into the house.
"You know, your children and your wife, wouldn't be acting like this if you had maybe just...I don't know, told us." I shook my head.
"Let's all just...go inside and talk about this?" My aunt suggested.
"I agree." Hank nodded.
"Sure why don't we? If you'll excuse me, I'm gonna comfort my mother and little brother." I pushed my chair in and grabbed my beer and walked to the door, sliding it open and closing it behind me.
We ended up all talking, and halfway through I had to leave. I just had to. If I didn't, I would've punched him. How the hell coukd he keep that from someone? Huh? How?!
Jesses pov-
I went and stayed at parents for a bit, and then ended up getting kicked out because the cleaning lady found my brothers pot and I got blamed for. Earlier I went to mr.whites house and gave him his money and he flipped thinking k was wired or some shit.
This whole...thing. Had me fucked up. I looked in the news paper listings and tried to get a job at the bank. Ended up running into badger, in a dollar bill costume, spinning s sign.
We went to the ally and smoked a joint.
"Think you coukd hook me up with a little crystal man?" He asked.
"Uh, nah i don't do that anymore." I shook my head.
"Why? Man shit was the bomb!"
"I had this partner...it just didn't work well, and sudo is so hard to fine these days..." I tried to brush him off and it didn't work.
"Yo I could hook you up with mad sudo man! I got my channels bro!" He said in a energetic yet quiet voice,"we could partner up!" He looked at his watch,"oh shit, o gotta get back." He waddled away and Pat my shoulder and I followed him and went to my car.
This shit just ain't working. Can't get a normal job or Fuckin anything. I looked back over at Badg and his offer came to my head, I couldn't resist it, so I got out and went to talked to him.
That didn't end well.
Your pov-
I parked in jesses driveway and saw my dad and him standing my the rv.
"Hey." I greeted them as I got out closing the door and walking over.
"Yo." Jesse smiled.
"You actually came, for a second I didn't think you were." My pointed out.
"Ya I came." I smiled lightly, I still didn't forgive him for not telling me about his cancer earlier.
"Listen, we need to cook." My dad said.
"Alright." I nodded.
"Ya, sounds good."
Lucky to say, tye next day we headed out to the boonies. I checking the flame on the boiler when my dad started coughing a bit as he poured the red liquid into it. I stood up as his coughing got worse and he put the glass down and quickly stumbled out of the rv. Coughing hard as he tore his mask off.
"Yo man!" I rushed out of the rv as Jesse got up from his seat and my dad rushed to sit down, Jesse leaned forward,"you have cancer."
"What?" My dad coughed out.
"That red dot,"I walked over lifting my mask up as he spoke,"to target the radiation, it's in your lungs right?"
"Yeah." I said crossing my arms.
"Why did you tell me? I'm your partner man!" Jesses yelled in a soft and disappointment tone. I still wasn't ready to talk or even hear about his cancer, so I pulled my mask down and went back into the RV, letting them talk.
Jesse and I left sometime later to go sell as much as we could before the morning, we had a pound each. He went to the dog house and some places around town and I went to my bar, know a couple of guys there who are always willing to buy crystal, hear them talking to others guys about it, and before I got clean, I use to buy from them.
I ended up walking out of there with 65k, offered to pay a lot more cause it's glass grade they, bought the pound I had.
Went back tye next morning with it split 21k each, Jesse sold two ounces and got 26k, split three was 8.6 k each.
"8 thousand each?" My dad said.
"I only sold two ounces, she sold the whole one." Jesse pointed at me,"so ya, 8 k each."
"How'd you sell the whole pound?" My dad asked.
"I know some distributors." I smiled.
"I don't know them, but I mean, you need to be vouched for and shit, it's not that easy." My dad nodded.
"Then get someone who's knows someone, and have the vouch." My dad shrugged.
Next thing I know, I'm getting a call from skinny Pete that Jesse is the hospital because of Tuco.
The secretary said room 34 and I rushed right toward it, down the hall and to the room.
I pushed the door open and I saw skinny and my dad. Jesse was in the bed, his face bruised to hell from whatever that guy did.
"Oh my fucking god." I whispered as I closed the door.
"Tuco went crazy." Pete said and I nodded.
"I can tell." I didnt blink, or even move. My body felt cold, I was...angry? Scared? I couldn't tell between the two. But one thing I knew...this Tuco was going to regret it.
"Where is Tuco?" My dad asked and took me out of head.
"Outside the side of the bar, corner of Alamo." Tuco said,"gotta ask for him."
"I know where that is." I nodded,"ya, I use to know some guys who went there."
"So you know where it is?" My dad asked.
"Ya." I glanced at him.
"Alright, we need to go to the camper, now." He stood up and grabbed my shoulder.
"Right now? I just got here." I said and he raised his brow and mouthed the word 'mercury'
I didn't go to the RV. He was going to tucos to "talk" and was bring an explosive mercury to trick him and really use to explode him. Here's my thing, I use to be known in the meth scene, my name is known, I helped distribute some for people around. Ive heard about Tuco, I'm not Fuckin around with him. So I went home, for the next few weeks, my dad never called me, was dodging my calls, ao I just stopped trying. Jesse was moved into his RV I guess? I've been taking a lot of shifts at work, and he also told me to not come because he didn't want me to see what he looked like so I respected him and never went over.
I actually didn't hear from them for awhile.
I saw my dad at the baby shower, I bought some clothes and stuff for Holly, but my dad and I...we didn't really talk. He gave me a hello and a hug, and a jiw have you been doing? And normal things, but he didn't even pull me aside or come to my car and talk when I left. I had no clue what they were doing.So I called jesse.
"Yo, wassup?" I heard some talking behind him.
"What are you and my dad doing?" I asked leaning against the back of the couch in my apartment.
"Getting supplies? We're gonna cook in my basement? Did he not tell you?" He spoke slowly and confused.
"No, he hasn't told me anything." I said, taken back at that fact.
"Ya, we gotta make Tuco like 4 pounds a week now Yo."he tone was low, I guess he was out getting the supplies,"He told me he would tell you when we left the wreck yard, I guess he didn't. Said you were busy with something."
"Ya no he didn't." I shook my head.
"We'll we're gonna cook this weekend." I heard him place something into a cart,"gonna bring all this stuff into the basement when I get home. "
"Alright." I nodded.
"Hey um..." I leaned forward and I rested my head on my hand,"I don't...I don't want you involved with Tuco."
"I don't wanna get involved. I've heard about him, he's insane."
"Good, good."
"You wanna come over after?"
"Ya sure." He chuckled,"look I gotta get this supplies so imma call you later, aight?"
"Sounds good." I hung up. I put my phone down on the table and scoffed,"what the fuck?"
A few weeks later...
Jesses pov-
It's been a....eventful few weeks.
Welll...(y/n) was currently sitting in the back seat with Tuco as i pulled up by Mr.whites driveway. I looked back at (y/n) in the rear view mirror and saw here starling blankly our the window to the front door. Mr.white came out shortly after, walking uo to the car and leaning into the window.
"What are you two doing here?" He looked at (y/n) and back at me as I looked into the backseat as tuco sat up and pointed his gun at him.
"Get in." He said,"get.In." Mr.white got in reluctantly and I felt the tip of the gun flick my ear,"drive."
Every second I could I'd look back in the rear view and look at (y/n). Stuck in the black stare, and occasionally I'll find her glancing at Tuco or towards me.
"Real quiet ese." Tuco said to Walter,"what happened to that mouth of yours?"
"Why is (y/n) here?" He asked and I glanced over at him.
"Pretty thing was at jesses house, Ese." I looked kk the mirror and saw the tip of the gun under (y/n) chin,"why not have something pretty to look at for the ride, huh?"
"Don't touch her." I said, as calmly as I could.
"Why? Whatchu gonna do?" I kept silent, I didn't wanna say the wrong thing and have to later be cleaning her blood up,"that's what I thought Puta."
"Take the gun away from her." I said and he pushed the gun harder into her chin dragging it to jaw.
"I don't think I will. Seems to be keeping you two tamed." I heard (y/n) hum out a chuckle as the road changed from asphalt to red dessert dirt.
"Fuck you." She looked over at him, my eyes darting from the road to the rear view mirror, the gun was now under her lip as she faced him,"fuck. You."
"Just tell me when Perra." He let out a laugh and she looked away,"hard to get huh? I like em hard to get, I like the fight."
He was making my blood boil, and I can only imagine how Mr.white felt about it.
"And I like when I can see their dick size through their jeans, seems we like we're both out of luck huh?" She spit snd he whacked her with pistol and I slammed on the break.
"KeeP drivin!" He yelled, I saw blood drop down (y/n)s temple as she blinked rapidly. I picked up the speed, mr.white sharply exhaled and shook his head.
I wanted to kill this motherfucker.
The sun was up and all three of us were sitting on a bench by his wheelchair bound uncle. (y/n) was sitting in between us and she had drives blood running down the side of her face stopping at her jaw.
"I'm gonna Fuckin kill him." (y/n) whispered.
"We're trying to." Mr.white whispered back.
"Alright." Tuco said walking back from the kitchen,"empty your pockets, now!" We all stood up. I dug in my pockets for my phone and my wallet and tossed them in the table. Mr.white pulled multiple things out including his phone, wallet, and medicine. (y/n) tossed her phone and her wallet down.
He picked up mr.whites wallet and looked at his license.
"I thought it name was Heisenbergc Walter hartwell white." Tuco looked at him.
"It's more of a business name." He nodded and Tuco took out two pictures.
"I like working with a family man." He showed us the pictures, it was him, his wife, (y/n), and her little brother,"lots of collateral."
He dropped them down and picked up mine, opening it and shaking it out to find nothing hit a condom.
He laughed out loud and tossed it onto the table.
"That's Fuckin sad." He shook his head.
"Only in there cause I don't have to use one." He looked at (y/n).
"Why is it, Every 10 minutes you seem to get even hotter, Perra?" He asked her grabbing her wallet.
"Because you don't seem like you've gotten pussy since your twenties." (y/n) retorted as he pulled out a dime bag , of what I could only assume is Coke and a NA chip.
"Hmm, you lines huh?" He asked walking around the table and grabbed her, pulling her away from us. I didn't take my eyes if her as he gripped her shirt collar, grabbing the chain she wore around her neck as well. He shook the baggie in front of her and spoke,"why don't you snort one off my Dick?"
"Come back to me when you find it." She spit in his face and he shoved her into the wall.
"Don't you two Fuckin move!" He yelled at us and we didn't. I watched as he walked towards her and pushed her against the wall, his forearm up Against her neck. (y/n) was tough, no she really was, i remember in high school how she's get into fights with all the douchebags at the skatepark who would taunt her for being there with me, skinny, and badger. She never backs down, right now, I was hoping she would.
"You don't scare me asshole." He got really close to her face.
"I bet I could. Only actin tough cause ur daddy's here huh?" He pressed his forearm harder against her neck.
"Which one?" I heard her whisper, I don't think mr.white heard it and I really hope he didn't cause I didn't wanna explain that,"no response? eres un marica."
"I've had enough of you!" He threw her off the wall and onto the floor where she landed on her ass.
"No! No no!" I yelled,"yo look don't, okay? She didn't mean it yo!"
"Tuco, we can do this without the assault." Mr.white said,"just leave her alone."
I could see (y/n) shaking a bit, mainly in her arms, and by her staggered breathing. But she stayed stone cold, matching the energy he was delivering.
"Leave her alone? After she comes to ny house and disrespects me?" He pulled her off the floor and she grabbed his wrist,"let me show you what happens when you disrespect me in my house. You two, sit!"
We did just that as he pushed (y/n) away somewhere into the house.
"Fuck, fuck man!" I rubbed my face with my hands, they were shaking like hell right now,"we gotta do something."
"What did he grab out of her wallet?" He asked me.
"Man I don't-"
"Was that Coke?" He asked.
"And a NA chip." I said,"fuck man, what is he doin with her?"
I heard that door slam and I flinched.
"Yo fuck you!" I heard (y/n) yell.
"He's gonna Fuckin kill her." I bit onto my knuckles.
"No he's not." Mr.white said,"he's stupid but he's smart."
"How can you say that?! That's your daughter man!" I kept my voice low so Tuco couldn't hear.
"If he kills her, he's just gonna men everything worse, that's not his plan, she's not that important." I looked at him like he had three head,"you know what I mean."
It felt like an hour till Tuco brought (y/n) back out. She had a bloody lip. He pushed her onto the bench next to me and she wiped her nose.
"You three, stay right Fuckin there. Don't move." Tuco walked away to the kitchen.
I looked over at (y/n) as she scrunched her nose and Sniffed. (y/n) was sober for a year, and he just ruined that.
"I'm gonna kill him." She said between her teeth,"I'm really gonna Fuckin kill him."
"Not now." Mr.white said,"are you okay?"
"I'm fine." She hissed, her jaw was tense, her eyes had tears in them that she blinked away, I could tell she wanted to break down, but she didn't. I grabbed her hand and held it tightly, her hand was trembling in mine and she leaned on her elbow, resting her chin on her fist.
Your pov-
My nose, my tongue, and my throat were numb. A year I've been sober, I carry that bag in my wallet with every new chip I get to remind myself that it's not that hard, yes it hard but I've came along way...and now my dad knows.
"Eat." Tuco put two plates down on the table as he went and sat another two down. We walked over as he sat the last plate down. I sat at the end of the table by Jesse, and dad sat where Tuco was sitting. Tuco rolled his uncle over and out him next to me at the left end corner of the table. Before he came over my dad our the ricin laced meth into his burrito. Coke made me feel calm but also have energy. Probably why I didn't freak when The old man pressed his bell or when he slammed the plate to the floor.
"What did you do that fooor!!?" Tuco yelled,"old people, you bring them to a nice house in the country, you out food in their bellies, and yet they still treat you like...shit!"
"Can't blame him."
I can't exactly remember what happened after that. I remember Jesse getting pushed up against a pallet wall outside and having a assault rifle pressed against the back of his head, and then Jesse hit him with a rock a shot him, and next thing I know Jesse and I are walking down the desert road and my dad got picked up by some guys in a truck.
"Yo You good?" Jesse asked and I looked at him and nodded,"you sure? Seem pretty spacey."
"I'm fine." I assured him,"I'm-im fine."
"Ya, okay, sure." He nodded.
"I was bound to relapse at some point." I looked to my right into the desert. I felt my arm be grabbed and I was pulled back. Jesse kept a firm grip on my arm.
"Don't. Say that." He said firmly,"you were a year clean, don't say that."
"A year clean with a gram of coke in my wallet." I scoffed.
"How long has that been sitting in there though? Huh? A year right?" He didn't let go of me, he instead stepped closer,"I remember when you texted me, when you called me in a panic because you did too much, I drove you to the hospital. I sat in the waiting room for hours until they said I could go in." He let go of me and poked my chest,"so never say that, because you're not that type of person."
I stood still, paralyzed in my place as Jesse started to walk away, he only for a few steps before he grabbed my hand and started leading me down the road. He got his phone out and called someone.
"Yo badge, think you could do me a solid?" He asked,"(y/n) and I are like 15 minutes from the Sandia firework stand, think you could pick us up?...get in ur car, and start Fuckin driving."
He shoved his phone back in his pocket after he hung up. I followed him aimlessly, he looked back every few minutes until he stop walking.
"Sit down." He said, i opened my mouth to protest,"sit down (y/n)."
I sighed and sat down on the diet road, knowing my blue jeans woukd be stained a tint of orange, he got down on one knee and gently wiped my temple, and down my cheek to my jaw.
"What?" I asked trying to move his hand away but he grabbed my wrist with his Other one and stopped me.
"You're sweating and opening up the gash on ur temple." He wiped my jaw and cheek once more begire dabbing the gash again.
"When the fuck did that happen?" I asked.
"In the car on the way to that assholes place." He said as he held the sleeve to my temple, he grabbed his phone out of his pocket and called badger again,"man hurry yo ass up, (y/n) is bleeding bad right now...I'll explain once you get ur ass to the firework stand." He stood up and put his phone in his pocket,"come on, keep that pressed on it, I'll get something at the stand."
Jesse and badger dropped me off at my place, my car was here.
"Yo clean that shit when you get inside." Jesse leaned over badger,"and drink some fuckin water."
"What are you? My mom?" I walked over and leaned into the drivers side window.
"No, im your concerned boyfriend who just watched you-" he stopped talking and took a breath,"just do what I say, please."
"Okay." I said and badger smiled at me,"can I help you?"
"Nah, we'll see you later." I pushed his head lightly as i for out of the window and walked away.
"Wah-ter!" Jesse yelled.
"Fuck off biatch!" I yelled as badger drove away. I walked up the pathway to the 2 person apartment, and took a right to mine. I grabbed the spare key from under the cactus pot and unlocked the door and went inside. I've been gone for three days, well we all have.
I ran into the hospital and to the desk.
"(y/n) white, my-my father was admitted, my mom and brother are here with him. Skylar and Walter junior." I said and she checked the database
"Level 3, go left of the elevator to B hallway, and he's in room 23." She said, i nodded and rushed away.
I made it the third floor and went left down the hall checking each room number till I reached it. I opened the door and saw my Dad, brother, and mom.
"What happened?" I asked closing the door, getting a hug from my mother,"you found him?"
"The hospital called me." She kissed my cheek and brushed over the bandaid on my temple,"what happened? Your lip is busted."
"I slipped in the kitchen after I mopped. I'm fine, don't worry about me, okay?" I felt my brother head on my shoulder so I turned and hugged him, looking at my dad.
"Did-do you get ur head che-checked out?" Junior asked.
"One of my coworkers did a simple concussion test, I'm fine, don't worry." I smiled as junior let me go, I walked over and gave dad a hug, he Pat my back and kissed my cheek,"how you feelin?"
"Im feeling better, I just got...confused." He smiled and gave my hand a squeeze, i raised my brow at him a bit and he winked at me,"I'm okay, don't worry."
I nodded and looked over at my mom who was sat in one of the chairs and my phone rang, I actually grabbed my phone before I left tucos, atleast I remembered that. I checked the number.
"I'll be right back." I flipped my phone opened and open and closed the door and spoke,"hey."
"Yo." Jesse said,"how you feelin?"
"I'm fine." I said,"my dads in the hospital."
"Shit,why?" He asked.
"Cause he's been, quote unquote missing for three days." I said,"apparently he doesn't remember much."
"Damn." He hissed,"guess what?"
"What?"
"I said to guess, so you have to guess."
"You want me to come over?" I heard him chuckle.
"No, well yes, but no. The Fuckin cops were at my house today, and then I got pulled in for questioning by some bald ass DEA agent, Askin me where I've been for three day, then he brought up you and Mr.white, Askin me if I knew where you guys were, told him I had no clue." My brows furrowed,"apparently he knows about us, well highschool us."
"Hank Schrader?" I asked.
"Ya that's his name."
"That's my uncle." I nodded,"Fuckin A." I rubbed my face and heard the room door open behind me,"what are you doin now?"
"Just got done with badgers cousin who's stowing the RV away." He said and I nodded.
"Alright."
"I'm also out of 80 grand because your dickhead uncle found the duffel in my Ride. So the DEA Fuckin took it." He groaned.
"Are you serious?"
"As a Fuckin heart attack (y/n)!"
"(Y-(y/n)?" I heard my brother speak.
"Shit." I groaned,,"we'll figure out something okay? I-I gotta go."
"Aight, fine, whatever." He groaned,"I love you."
"Love you too, I'll talk to you later." I hung up and turned around mad faced my brother.
"I love you?" He smiled.
"My boyfriend, Shh." I put my index over my lips and he laughed,"wanna go and get a snack?"
"Ya sure." He nodded and we walked down the hallway,"I-I haven't seen you in a-awhile."
"I've been busy with work." I apologized.
"We're were looking for you-you and dad for the last few d-days." I nodded.
"I got ur calls." I lied,"I listened to the voicemails, I just got super busy helping my boyfriend and taking extra shifts."
"Oh-oh okay." He stopped when we got to a vending machine. I grabbed my wallet out and handed him some cash as my phone rang again. I answered it and bent down to grab the chips he got from the opening.
"Hey uncle hank." I smiled.
"Hey kiddo, how you uh, you been?" He asked.
"I'm good, currently at the hospital, we got Walter back." I shook my hand at junior, I gave him a five and let him keep the change, I didn't need it.
"We were worried about you kid." I walked back towards the room with junior.
"Ya I've told, I got super busy with work and personal things. I read all the voicemails, but you're not allowed to make calls in the office." I laughed.
"Ya ya don't worry about it. Look, I hate to bring this up but You're ex-boyfriends car was found at a cartel members house, wondering if you knew anything by chance?" I felt my body go cold.
"Who Jesse?" I asked.
"Ya pinkman."
"I haven't talked to that bitch since I left for college. So no, I know nothing. Sorry." I heard him click his tongue.
"It's good, it's good. I'll talk to you soon alright?"
"Alright, talk to you soon." With that I hung up and opened the door for junior,"hey look, I've gotta go. I'm helping Andy with some papers and such in the morning."
"Alright." My mom came over and gave me a right hug, I hugged her back and he stayed like this for a few seconds,"I'll see you later then."
"Ya, cmere kid." I gave junior a side hug and kissed the top of his head and then gave dad a hug.
"Stay safe." He said.
"You too old man."
Jesses pov-
A few weeks later-
I blew the smoke out of my mouth as I watched (y/n) car pull up to the RV sight. Last time we cooked was a few weeks ago, Jane invited me to a art museum in Santa Fe and instead I came here because mr.white said we needed to cook from todays till Tuesday because the methlamine was going to spoil
"You're late." Walter said as she got out.
"Ya ya I know." She locked the car, I coukdnt see the Bruise on her bottom lip and the ot bruise surrounding the gash on her temple. Her lip was healed but thst gash seemed like it was refusing to, still looked only a few days old. she walked towards me and stole the almost dead cigarette out of my hand.
"Since when have you smoked?" Mr.white asked her.
"Since I started college." She blew out and I caught glimpse of her pink toned eyes,"are we cooking or what?"
"Yo We better be cause I just had to buy an apartment because my greedy ass parents kicked me out." I said as she dropped the cig and stomped it out.
"The fuck?" She said and I nodded,"damn."
"Fuckin assholes." I groaned.
"If you wanna cook, then let's get in and start."
Mr.white and I ended up getting into a argument about who's job was whose. I sell, he and (y/n) cook, that was the agreement and the he just, look the man gets in my damn nerves. Then he said some shit about me and (y/n), she wasn't in the RV when he said it and it was honestly fuckin disrespectful. Some shit about how she's only with me because she feels sorry for me, and how I shouldn't even let her near me because I'll just corrupt her. (y/n) and I haven't really spoken since I moved.
Oh and the RV died, and the generator blew up, so we got stranded here for a few days. Oh and (y/n) car was to hot to run so the overheating practically killed her engine, she was able to get it started though.
The last time I saw (y/n) was when I was getting my crew together, taht was after Tuco, when we needed to expand and shit...
Badger, skinny pete, and combo were all in my apartment, I was telling them about our new gig, about how we gotta sell as much as we can tomorrow.
"Badger," I caught his attention,"what is this?"
"Uh..a business opportunity." I nodded and there was a knock in the door.
"Bitches already pulling up man!" Skinny Pete exclaimed as I unlocked and opened the door, it was (y/n).
"Your third." She handed me a brown paper Bag,"20 thousand, all there."
"Yo how much?!" Badger asked.
"None of your damn business Badg." (y/n) smiled.
"Wanna come in?" I asked.
"I-I can't." That when I noticed her eyes were bloodshot,"I really should just get home." I closed the door behind me.
"Whats wrong?"
"Nothing." She shook her head.
"So like your eyes are just bloodshot from nothing?" She looked away towards her car.
"Look you for your third, I gotta go." She didn't wanna talk.
"Tell me what's up." I pressed,"come on."
"It's nothing, really Jess." She denied, I looked at her car, I saw a CD on the Dash, covered in dust.
"(y/n)."
"I have to go."
"Ur high." I looked at her,"you're fuckin high."
"Not like ur not all the time." She shrugged it off.
"How much?" She looked away so I grabbed her shoulder,"how much?"
"Half a teenth." She whispered and my hand dropped from her shoulder.
"Are you fuckin serious?" I was more confused then mad, I mean I was mad, (y/n)s had her problems and shit and now she's just...I don't know givin up?
"I'm not gonna stand here and he berated by Jesse fuckin pinkman for smoking some okay?" She walked away.
"What's the spose' to mean?!" I yelled as she for in her car. I looked at the bag of cash and shook my head as she drove away and went inside,"20 grand already."
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Werewolf AU - Part 1
The hospital room is beeping too loud.
Everything is too loud, so loud, so high-pitched. He screams. Someone shoves him back against the bed, clutching his hand, pressing against his chest. They poke him with things. They smell. Everything smells. Too loud, so loud. Iodine, bleach, gauze, blood, his own blood, his skin, his hair, the wolf, the wolf that bit him, the nurses, the ER doctor he's supposed to know the name of, the resident who screamed when she realized it was him, the air outside, the air everywhere –
It smells. It's loud. It's so loud. He screams. He can't hear himself scream. Smells everything. It hurts.
“Henrik, Henrik.” The clear voice of a stranger tries to pierce through the haze, the nurse pressing him down as hard as he can. “You have to be calm. You have to. The doctor can't give you a stronger sedative, but we're going to take care of you.”
The blood is sticky on his skin. He sobs as a terribly unfamiliar sensation crawls along the inside of his mouth. His teeth hurt. His ears. His bleeding, torn shoulder. Hurts. It's so loud.
“Please help me,” he screams, knowing it's not quite English and not quite German, a mangled mess of a sentence filled with misplaced vowels and the spit drooling from his mouth. “Please help me, I don't want to die.”
“You're not going to die, Henrik.”
“I won't be myself,” he howls, the last rational thought cutting through his panic. “I won't be myself, please, please stop this, I don't want to die, I don't want to go away.”
“Where's the on-call rehabilitator? Sean, call Sean. Henrik, we're going to take good care of you.”
“No, no.” He doesn't know what he's saying no to. Doesn't know what's happening. It hurts. It's so loud. He thrashes and they pin him down, but it's a struggle for them, even though there's four of them and one of him. They can hardly keep him down. Being trapped beneath them hurts in a new and terrifying way he's never experienced. He's suffocating. He's bleeding out. It's so loud. He throws up on himself, too disoriented to feel it coming until he's already vomiting, and all he can do is sob and whimper, shaking and bleeding.
“Hey, man, hey. It'll be okay, bud. Look at you, poor thing.”
This voice is new. And the smell that comes with it is new too, pleasant and calm, somehow, shot through with sympathy and... coffee?
Coffee smell, with vanilla. He loves coffee. And something like fire, warm and comforting.
“Give the poor guy some more pain relief, doc, can't you see he's already halfway through his turn? The human drugs won't do you much good anymore, brother. We'll figure it out though, okay? Yeah.”
He hiccups a sob, tearing his wet eyes open as someone mops sick from his face with gentle white hands, laced in dark hair along the back. He coughs, inhaling the smell of the stranger, a low whine he's never heard before escaping his throat.
“Please, please, please,” he groans. “Please, please, it hurts.”
“We're going to get you some sleep, man. What's the name? Henrik? I'm going to stay with you, Henrik. We'll figure it out.”
“I'm changing,” he weeps. “Please, I – I don't want this, no – ”
“I know, I know,” whispers the stranger. “Oh, brother, I know. I'm so sorry. But all you can do right now is sleep. That's all. Sleep and heal. I will stay right here.”
Henrik reaches almost blindly towards the man, towards that sweet, hot coffee and flame smell, blood staining his trembling fingers. The man clasps his hand, tugging it to his chest, and holds on to him as something is injected in the tube on Henrik's left arm, something that makes his head go thick and dopey, his eyes sliding shut.
“Please, please, please,” he begs.
“I will stay right here,” promises the man, the werewolf, holding his hand. “You just gotta get some sleep. I'm sorry, brother. I'm sorry.”
It's so loud. It hurts. It hurts. Coffee and fire are his only comforts. He clutches the hand in his own with his last second of strength, and then, thank the Lord, he sleeps.
.
He fumes through the smell of blood still on his face, through his fingers changing to claws and back again, through a halfway shift Jackie has to pull him back from with shouting and snarls.
He fumes.
“You calm down,” Jackie snarls at him, shoving him back to the couch when he tries to rise for the tenth time. “You'll get in more trouble! I'm sick of bailing you out, Marv!”
“I don't give a damn,” he growls back, gripping his cousin's arms so tight he'll no doubt leave pockmarks in his hoodie sleeves. “They can't talk to me like that, like I'm an animal, like – ”
“You still can't make people think you'll bite their faces off!”
“They deserved it! They called me feral. I was just running!”
“You're always just running, and they always deserve it.”
Marvin snaps his teeth at Jackie so harshly he actually jerks back for a second, but Jackie's eyes narrow an instant later, and then he's in wolf form. They go crashing to the ground, Marvin struggling to hold his snapping teeth away from him, lacking the space to shift beneath Jackie's weight.
“Oh, and I'm the one out of control?” he hisses, baring his fangs at Jackie. Jackie shifts back to a man in a movement so fluid it almost makes Marvin nauseous, and then a wolf again. Okay, fine. So his control is impeccable.
“Show-off,” he growls.
Jackie circles him with a growl of his own, grabbing his shirt for a second just to drag him back towards the couch. Marvin snuffles, cowed for a minute, and snaps at the rug instead of the only friend who's still bothering to stick around.
Jackie's scent cools after a minute, always a little summery-hot, and sometimes buttery. Marvin sinks in on himself, exhausted, and lets himself shift into a wolf with blood still on his snout and side where the humans got a cut or two in.
Jackie rumbles at him and sits down at his side. Marvin lays his head down, fuming – but more quietly, now.
Fuck, he really does have to stop. And dragging himself to Jackie's... he shouldn't be tangling him up in his messes, but he doesn't really trust his own place, anymore. Not since the landlord found out what he was. He'd tried so hard to keep it secret.
He's so tired.
Jackie sets his chin on top of his head. Marvin huffs, settling down on his paws, and Jackie rumbles peacefully at him, forgiving him in a vibration of his throat. Somedays, Marvin thinks he understands Jackie better as a wolf than a man. Somedays, he thinks Jackie understands himself better that way too, and everyone else, for that matter. But Jackie's in control these days, so much more grown-up from the reckless kids they used to be, and while he was maturing, Marvin just... didn't.
That's how it feels, anyway. And now he's gotten in another stupid fight.
They did deserve it, though. Chucking rocks at him and laughing.
Feral bitch. You think anyone wants your kind in public? In the parks? Maybe this is the one who's been biting people out late at night. Fucking werewolf bitch. Give me the bottle, five points if you hit his head.
He just... lost his temper. Again.
Jackie gets off him after long minutes, slinking back towards the couch and taking his clothes into his mouth before ducking into the hallway to change. He comes back towards Marvin as a man, hands shoved in the pockets of that familiar red jacket, and smiles at him, gentler now.
“Get up, dude,” he sighs. “Let's get some sleep. It was rough, but... it's over now. We'll talk about it some more tomorrow.”
Marvin sighs, his body aching. Yeah. He wants to sleep. And Jackie's neighborhood has lots of wolves. No one will bother them here.
That's when he hears the sirens coming closer, and sees the red and blue lights flashing through Jackie's window, bright enough to hurt his tired eyes.
Oh, for fuck's sake. He should have kept his teeth beneath his lips, and his claws against the dirt.
Six days later, sitting in a courtroom and watching a human judge order him to goddamn werewolf rehabilitation like a fucking pup –
He fumes. He fumes. He fumes.
.
Our first class is July 1st, 6:00 PM, at my office. Come in through the green door on the side of the building by the grocer's. You don't need to bring anything except an ID for me to make a copy of. You are welcome to text me with any questions. See you there.
Okay. Alright. He can do this.
Chase reads through it again. Green door by the grocer's. That's where he is. Checks the time – 5:55. Perfect. Just as he planned. Just as he ran through it in his head all day long. He's not usually a particularly punctual guy, but this is important – and terrifying. This is worse than family court.
He never thought he'd be in this situation.
A shaky sigh slips out of him without his permission and he blinks hard, despairing to feel his eyes getting wet already. No, he can't do this. It's been four weeks since he was turned. He has to start adjusting to this. He just has to. For the kids.
As soon as his rehab – okay, both of his rehabs – are complete, he can see them. Unsupervised, at his own house. And maybe once he's got a hold on this, everyone will stop looking at him like they're horrified at what he's become.
Maybe he can stop seeing himself like he's horrified at what he's become.
There are tears dripping down his face. He's standing outside that green door, crying, gripping his phone in his hands like it's the only thing left that can save him from all of this. No one else is going to help him, after all. The way she looked at him when he accidentally snapped his teeth at her... he'll never forget that look for the rest of his life. The fear is so much worse than that exhaustion and anger she had before. The way she'd clutched Hunter to her...
He buries his face in his hands, trying to breathe.
“Thought I smelled you out here.”
Sean's voice cuts through his panic. He rears his head, coughing and rubbing at his face to cover the tears, straightening up as Sean pushes through the door, smiling patiently at him. “Oh, hey, dude, what's good?” he asks, clearing his throat. “Warm night, huh? Thought it might rain, but not yet.”
Blue eyes regard him warmly from the doorway. “Yeah, man. I'm good. You maybe don't look so good, on the other hand.”
Chase waves his hand. “No way, I'm chill. Lot better than I was. Up and walking without help, see?”
“Chase,” says Sean, in the same way he had said his name the first time he broke down in the hospital, rocking in his triage cot. “You're not supposed to be put together, you know that, right? That's why you're here.”
Chase nods rapidly, then cuts to shaking his head as his lip begins to tremble again. Sean steps towards him, hands reaching out tentatively, as though he's going to collapse and Sean will catch him.
“Hey,” he says. “I'm glad you're here.”
Chase sucks in a breath, reaching to grab his wrist like the next rock on his climbing wall. “Me too. Just a little freaked, I guess.”
“That's okay. It can be a lot.”
“I also – I, I. I walked here, you know? And I didn't realize it would be a problem. But it's the first time I've been out walking in the evening since... you know. And I just feel kind of...”
“Yeah,” says Sean, when Chase fails to finish the sentence. “Yeah, of course. That's totally normal. Why don't we get you inside and that could help, huh?”
“Sure, sure. Are there other people in there? Er, wolves?”
“Just one. I'm excited for you to meet him, actually.”
“Okay, just give me a second.”
He stands outside that green door and wipes at his face, drawing deep breaths in, letting deep breaths out. Sean is quiet at his side, supremely non-judgemental, patient.
“Hey, Sean?”
“Yeah?”
“You are, like, amazing at your job.”
Sean laughs. “I'll tell my boss!”
Chase laughs too, shaking his head. Sean employs himself. He'd explained it to him in the hospital: how he's supervised by a national accreditation organization for werewolf rehabilitation and advocacy, but, from what Chase understands, they're stretched so thin Sean is mostly on his own. He's funded through a Health Department grant as a licensed werewolf control educator and werewolf crime victim advocate, but not well-funded. That's probably why, as Chase pushes through the door, he can't help but think the office is kind of a wreck. The carpeting is almost amusingly vintage, like it belongs in a bowling alley that hasn't been refurbished since 1970, and one of the chairs actually has a bucket underneath it in place of a missing leg. There's a worn dining table instead of a check-in desk, and tired sofas and armchairs instead of a neat set for a waiting room.
But it smells good, that's one thing Chase will say for sure. Sean's coffee and fire smell seems to warm the whole place, combined with incenses tied together and left smoking quietly in the corner of the room. It's homey. And after weeks of trying to adjust to his over-sensitive nose, it feels more like a breath of fresh air than entering a crowded office.
That's when he catches a new smell.
There's a werewolf in the corner, sitting between the dining table like it's his shield for the day, and the bandages on his neck and arms are so fresh Chase can still smell the blood beneath them. His hackles rise instantly. This man... why is he familiar?
“Chase,” says Sean, perhaps ignorant of the sudden tension in the air, or more likely just ignoring it. “This is Henrik, or Schneep, as the residents insist on calling him. Schneep, Chase. You two actually have a lot in common.”
He's pale as paste, curled into the corner looking so exhausted Chase honestly doesn't think the guy could get up without help. He meets Chase's gaze for a second – those eyes are sharp as flint, blue as crystal, and intelligent in a way that's alarmingly obvious – but he looks away just as quick. Whatever his natural smell is has been overrun by the scent of sick, blood, hospital, medicine, Sean. His face is bruised. He ducks his head low as both Sean and Chase look at him, hiding his neck and his gaze.
It's then that Chase gets it. He's familiar not because they've met before, but because Chase has been in this exact position, only four weeks before.
Assaulted and turned.
It is 6:05 PM, officially five minutes into their first lesson. Why is Chase already crying a second time?
Sean takes him by the shoulders and sits him carefully down, reaching out to wrap his arm around him, and for a second, all Chase can do is bury himself in Sean's shoulder, breathing in his scent in a way that would definitely not be normal for someone who wasn't a werewolf.
“Was it – was he – do they think that – that we – ” Chase chokes out nonsense, struggling to speak.
“Yes,” Sean murmurs. “I could smell him on you both when you were in the ER. The police say they aren't sure, but I am. You were both bit by the same wolf.”
“Why haven't they caught him?” His voice is a mixture of yelling and crying now. “They knew this happened to me and didn't stop it from happening again? How? They have his bite marks! He should be in their system! Why did they let this happen again? Why did I – ”
“Chase, this is not your fault.”
“I was such a fucking coward,” he cries. “I was so – I wish I had fought. I thought he was robbing me, you know, I just wanted to give him my wallet like you're supposed to do so you don't get hurt, and then he leapt at me, and I just – ”
The door opens. Chase is confused a second later when his usual instinct to straighten up and quickly hide his tears is immediately overrun by the need to press his face into Sean's shoulder, startled by the smell of strangers, wolves in the doorway.
“For the love of the moon,” spits an unfamiliar voice. “No way, I am absolutely out. Ow, Jackie!”
Peering over Sean's shoulder, Chase sees one wolf grab the other by the collar of his dress shirt, dragging him into the office as Sean turns to smile at them.
“Play nice,” the one holding the other says, some jacked guy with a red hoodie that looks like it might be secretly bulletproof or something, slightly shiny when you look at it from the right angle. He releases the slightly smaller wolf at his side and beams at Sean. “Jack one!”
“Jack two!” Sean replies, gently releases Chase to turn and face him, holding out his arms. Jack two crashes into him, squeezing him to his chest so hard he lifts Sean fully off the ground for a moment. “I didn't know you were coming!”
“Well, Marv has to come, and he's pissed, so I figured I could balance him out by wanting to be here.”
Marv glowers at the both of them from the doorway, crossing his arms over his chest, but they ignore his grumpiness – unlike Schneep. Chase feels him pushing himself farther into the corner, head low, and his sickly scent spikes with something sharp and bitter that Chase doesn't recognize, though it makes his gut roll for a second. He doesn't feel much better himself. Jack two and Marv don't look much bigger than him, but somehow, he knows in his chest that they are not wolves to be messed with.
“We were just working on introductions anyhow,” says Sean, pulling back from his friend. “These are our new wolves: Henrik, here, and this is Chase. Chase and Henrik, this is Marvin and Jackie. Marvin and Jackie are born wolves, like me.”
“They're here to help with class?” asks Chase weakly.
Sean shoots a look at Marv, who bares his teeth and growls. Chase balks, squishing back against his chair.
“Marv,” Sean barks back, and Marvin's attention turns to him in a snap. “Don't growl at them. How's that for rule number one?”
Chase shifts in his seat. The authority in Sean's voice is so sure of itself and commanding that he almost feels the need to get to his feet and agree with him. Marvin, however, doesn't seem as inclined to back down. He watches Sean warily and slowly bares his teeth again, though he doesn't growl this time. Sean opens his lips in return. His white teeth gleam in the cheap yellow light of the office.
Marvin licks his teeth and quietly tucks them away again, turning his head. Chase blinks at him, his eyes following the curve of his neck as he extends it to Sean sullenly.
Sean's assertion drops immediately and he's smiling again rather than baring his teeth. Apparently just as attuned to whatever weird power-play is happening as Chase is, Jackie makes a low rumbling noise, almost like a purr, and puts his head down on Sean's shoulder, his neck bared right next to Sean's teeth. Sean rumbles back, his scent warm with familiarity.
“What Jackie just did for me is called deferring,” Sean explains to Chase and Henrik, wisely leaving Marvin's deference unspoken between them. “Not submitting – submitting is when you challenge another wolf, usually involving a physical fight, and one of you comes out on top. That's old-fashioned stuff, really. Between friends, you can defer, and it doesn't mean as much as the humans want you to think it does. We're in my home right now, my territory, and I'm here to teach you. Really, it's just good sense for Jackie – and the rest of you – to defer to me while you're here. In other contexts, I wouldn't mind deferring to you back.”
“What's the point of all this?” Henrik speaks up for the first time, and maybe Chase shouldn't be surprised by his German accent, or the exhaustion therein. “Showing necks and baring teeth. You said we're not animals just because this happened.”
Marvin rolls his eyes deeply in the corner, but Sean smiles politely at Henrik. “Good question. Coming from a human perspective, it probably looks unnecessary. But the truth is, you tensed the second Chase came in here, and then even worse when Jackie and Marvin joined us, and part of the reason for that is that the four of you haven't established deference yet.”
Henrik flushes slightly. “Maybe I just am not comfortable around strange wolves after what happened.”
“That could also be part of it,” Sean allows. “But really, you'll feel better if the four of you establish.”
There's a weird silence. Chase shifts in his seat. “Um. How?”
“Say hi to Schneep,” Sean encourages. “Look each other in the eye. The rest will happen naturally.”
“This is so juvenile,” hisses Marvin to Jackie. Jackie points a threatening look his way, and he shuts up.
“Why don't you guys say hi, and I'll talk to Marvin... alone, please.” Sean heads towards one of the side rooms and Marvin, spitting curses the whole way, follows after him.
Jackie doesn't seem uncomfortable at all, stepping towards Henrik despite the way the new wolf shrinks away from him in alarm. “I'll defer to you since you're living here right now,” says Jackie cheerfully. Without hesitating, he leans down til he's lower than Henrik and pulls him into a hug, tilting his neck towards his teeth. Henrik freezes, eyes wide as something inside him seems to have a fifteen-second war with itself, but then he's letting his hands wrap tentatively around Jackie's back. He presses his nose a little closer to Jackie's neck. For just a second, he opens his mouth and shows his teeth, and Chase flinches at the thought that he might bite him, but he doesn't.
Jackie pulls away. And you know what? Henrik really does look calmer.
“Thank you?” says Henrik.
“The most important thing you can learn early on is what Sean said, that deferring isn't a big deal,” purrs Jackie. “You're right, we're not animals. I don't see it as any different from how people use honorifics in different languages. But if you get obsessed with deference, you'll start becoming one of those wolves who challenges every other wolf you meet, always looking for the high of submission, and not only is that miserable for you, but you sure won't find a pack doing that.”
“I don't think I'm that kind of man,” sighs Henrik.
“It's not masculinity, dude. It's wolf stuff. Just be aware of your instincts. They really are different now.”
That makes Henrik sad. Chase blinks, not sure how he knows that. Then he realizes that... he can smell it? Yeah. Something cold and dusty curving into his scent. Sorrow. Grief.
That has a smell?
“Did you say you were living here?” Chase cuts between them. “Did you know Sean before that happened? That's kind of a crazy coincidence, to get turned while living with a rehabilitator.”
“No,” says Henrik roughly, pushing his glasses up his nose. “My apartment building is not a place for werewolves.”
“What? That's not legal.”
“It's not anything official,” says Henrik. “Sean said I may not be welcome there anymore. I didn't believe him at first. But he went to get some of my things for me while I was in the hospital, and one of my neighbors came out and shouted at him. Said they'd kill him if he came back. I... was too scared, after that. Most of my stuff is still there.”
Jackie tenses between them, still crouched in front of Henrik. Chase is scared that he doesn't seem surprised.
“Oh.” Chase looks down at the carpet. He has a house of his own since Stacy went to her sister's and wants her own apartment now. It hadn't occurred to him that the neighbors might have a different opinion of him now. “I'm sorry, man.”
“I just want to go home to Germany,” Henrik whispers. “I was to be here for six months as part of a research grant, working on piggyback transplants with one of the local experts. I've only been here for two. But now I can't travel – I can't take a bus or a plane until I'm rehabilitated. They think I will be claustrophobic, could attack someone or become feral. They took all my documentation, suspended everything until I can get the certification. I just want to go home. I wish I had never come here.”
“What happened?” murmurs Jackie, touching his knee.
“I was attacked coming home from the hospital,” Henrik chokes. It's his turn to sound close to tears, and that cold scent is painfully evident in his smell, cutting through the smell of bandages and injury. “I never even saw my assailant. He left me bleeding behind a dumpster. I screamed for what felt like years before someone came and helped me, and even then, they would not touch me or hold the blood in as it flooded out of me, just kept their distance and called for help. They could already smell that I was not a human anymore.”
Chase's stomach hurts. He stares at Henrik as Jackie murmurs comfort to him, squeezing his knee. “When was that?”
“It was three days ago,” Henrik whispers.
Chase can't help the curse that escapes him. Three days! He gets to his feet without even thinking about it, joining Jackie at Henrik's side, and reaches out with the offer of a hug. Henrik pauses, but only for a second. He leans down, and Chase – okay, yeah. This is what Sean meant, it must be. This immediate need to either rear up and force Henrik lower on his shoulder, or to lean down and let Henrik see his neck. He almost whines with the force of it. The awareness that Jackie is at his side and that Chase doesn't know if he should bare his neck to him either is suddenly uncomfortable and overwhelming. He tries to draw back from Henrik, but apparently the other new wolf is comprehending the same thing as he is, because he grabs Chase uncertainly, and then –
Henrik's teeth flash. Chase almost rears back, but then Jackie is there between the pair of them, making that low rumble deep in his throat again.
“You're both fine,” he says. “Calm down. Try again. Stand up so you don't feel trapped, come on.”
They both get awkwardly to their feet. From the way he's flushed, Chase is pretty sure Henrik is just as embarrassed as him about whatever the hell just happened.
“Sorry,” he manages.
“Ah, ah!” Jackie waggles his finger at him. “Don't apologize! Instincts, remember? You're three days old and – Chase?”
“Um. Four weeks.”
“And four weeks. You're not expected to be in control. Why don't you pick who will defer to the other?”
They regard each other. Henrik's lowered his head again, turned slightly away.
“You're newer to this than me,” says Chase. “You be – um. What's the opposite of defer, Jackie?”
“Accept.”
“You accept, and I'll defer.”
Henrik nods slowly, his eyes flickering. When Chase approaches him this time, he doesn't grab him, hands carefully kept at his side.
Chase allows his head to fall against his shoulder, just like he had with Sean. This close, he can smell the scent of the other wolf beyond the hospital and bandage smell. It's almost salty, a thought that makes him laugh a little despite himself. Maybe kind of like the ocean? And a little lemon? But also, that bandage smell – maybe that's not all the actual bandages. Maybe Henrik has a bit of a clean gauze smell himself, just as part of him. Weird.
He's smiling by the time he draws away from Henrik, squeezing his shoulders warmly. “What do I smell like?”
Henrik fumbles over his words for a second, flushing, obviously having been caught smelling him too. “Uh, well. Kind of like chocolate.”
“Really?”
“Yes,” Henrik admits. “It's not unpleasant.”
They look each other in the eye, like Sean said, and the feeling of being unsure of what's going on dissipates from Chase's shoulders.
“Did you see the wolf who attacked you?” asks Henrik softly.
“Yes,” Chase replies, just as quiet. “Sounds like he left you there after biting you, but... not me.”
Henrik tenses. “What do you mean?”
Chase swallows. “He, um. He abducted me.”
Jackie is silent beside them, face taut with worry, his eyes flickering between them. Henrik just stares at him, like maybe it's too horrible to comprehend.
“Brought me to some rundown building,” Chase manages, mouth very dry. “I... turned there with him. He comforted me. Had his hands on me, told me he'd look after me now. When I finished my turn, he forced me to shift into a wolf. It – it hurt worse than the bite. And he did – he made me – submit, like Sean said. Told me to shut up and stay where I was, and I just did. Like I couldn't do anything except what he said. It was awful.”
He leaves out the worst parts: the parts where he was comforted when his attacker forced him to submit, how it made him feel like he would be cared for when he bit into his neck but did not kill him, shoving him into his place. The parts where his instincts were so addled he allowed the other wolf to feed him and pet him and call him pack. The part where he brought out a leash and a collar, like Chase was a fucking dog, and all he did was lie still and let him chain him in place.
He left those parts out when the police asked, too. They already looked at him like he was the most pitiful victim they'd ever seen.
“I only got away because the police found us,” he says. “And he didn't have time to... to escape with me.”
Didn't have time to get him off the chain.
He feels sick thinking about it. Might honestly puke here in Sean's office.
Long fingers tangle into his own.
“Maybe he didn't grab me because you got away,” says Henrik, squeezing his hand. “Thanks for that.”
“I'm sorry I couldn't stop him from hurting you too,” whispers Chase.
Henrik's face creases with sympathy. He shakes his head. “It's only ever his fault. Never yours. Neither of us could have stopped him. We're just... here now. It's unfortunate, but at least we're not alone.”
“Yeah,” Chase agrees, smiling at him a bit despite himself, at the way his pained scent lessens as they stand beside each other. “Yeah, you're right.”
And he thinks maybe this is a little bit of what Jackie and Sean meant, when they talked about instincts and figuring out how you fit with each other. Because he's never met Henrik before, but he knew they had a sameness to them the second Sean said they had both been through this with the same wolf, and he feels it now, with their fingers and their scents wrapping together. Maybe this is instinct too: the way that he feels completely right with himself, for a second, as he stands beside another new wolf and calls that camaraderie.
Not that he's going to overthink it. Henrik is still just a stranger to him – but he feels, in that moment, much less alone than he did twenty minutes past.
Jackie stands to the side of them. When Chase turns his way, his eyes are fixed on him, and they don't flicker away when he meets his gaze, unabashed to be caught staring. Jackie looks at him with something deep and heavy in his gaze, and Chase wishes he could know what he was thinking. Jackie blinks and the look clears. He smiles, but it's weaker now, and as he steps slightly back, Chase sees his hands clenched tightly into fists, and the way his jaw is gritted.
He wonders why that doesn't make him scared.
.
There's water dripping into a bucket in the corner of the sideroom. Marvin smells rain, metal, leaves. The walls are tired, cracking in places, but Sean has tacked up posters and paintings where he can, trying to keep the place cheery. Drywall, bleach, putty, paint. He's shoved some of his spare boxes into this room, filled with his personal belongings that won't fit anywhere in the cramped apartment he lives in upstairs, but there's two nice chairs pressed close together in the center of the room. Strange wolves, comfort, tears, Sean.
“You need more space, Sean,” Marvin says finally. “It's gotten so rundown since you used to see Jackie here. Is that lemon-smell wolf really living in your apartment with you? Where's he even sleeping?”
“There's a couch up there,” says Sean. “He doesn't have anywhere else to go.”
“Oh, and of course everything falls to you to fix for every werewolf in the city.”
Sean shoots him a look, warning and amused at the same time, but beneath it all, he looks so tired. Marvin gets that. He flops down in a chair, stretching luxuriously, and now that he's out of the sight of those new wolves – practically still humans – he's comfortable rubbing his head against the backrest of the chair, spreading his scent. “You gotta take care of yourself too, man.”
“Don't change the subject. We're here to talk about you getting in trouble, Marv.”
“Oh, don't even start with me. You know I'm only here because I have to be. I don't need any of this puppy stuff.”
“I helped Jackie when he was out of control.”
“He was seventeen. I'm twenty-three!”
“How is he doing?”
Marvin deflates, crossing his arms over his chest. “Annoyingly good with his control these days. Now he lectures me about not getting into fights. The nerve.”
“What happened?”
“It's just getting worse. All of it. The way we're treated, the way we're looked at. I was walking around the park and some drunk fucks started sneering at me and throwing things at me, throwing rocks. It hurt. I attacked. They deserved it.”
“It doesn't help, though,” murmurs Sean. “Petty fights, getting caught right away, not thinking things through. You have to just... run away, Marv.”
“And what does that help?” spits Marvin, sitting up straight, his hands hot. “I'm sick of people treating me like shit. Of every human I come across treating me like shit.”
“You lose your temper.”
“Yes, fine, I lose my temper. Do you think any of them ever keep their temper in check with me? With Jackie? You know how much I hate seeing my cousin getting harassed, and all he does is sit quiet until they leave him alone? It makes me fucking murderous, I swear.”
“But he knows that's how it has to be, while we keep making change. All you're doing, Marv, is enforcing their idea that we're violent and dangerous.”
Marvin scowls, shaking his head. “I just want this to be over with. Just certify me, okay? You know I'm in control when nobody's being a total dick to me.”
Sean clucks his tongue. “Sorry, brother. No can do. You're going to have to go through the classes – and my one-on-one appointments – just like the baby wolves.”
“What? Sean, come on! Just tell them I did it! Do you want me to go to jail? I thought we were friends!”
“You could benefit from this, Marv. You know I'm a good educator.” He folds his hands in his lap as he sits down beside him, smiling warmly, the picture of professional friendliness. “Maybe we could talk about some ways you could help me make actual progress for the wolves in this city while we're at it.”
“Sean. Seriously. You really think it's fair that I'm here? That I defended myself from some assholes who hurt me, bruised me, cut me, and I have to go to fucking rehab? You have no idea how unfairly the courts treat me, how – ”
“I have no idea? I have no idea how unfair the courts are, is that what you just said to me?”
The sudden vitriol in Sean's voice shuts Marvin down so hard he barely resists the urge to bare his neck. He swallows hard.
The other half of what Sean does outside this office is werewolf advocacy.
“I'm in court every other day, on dozens of cases for dozens of werewolves – sixty-seven active cases right now, Marv, thanks very much – and every fucking day I'm seeing injustices, hearing about injustices, reading about them. I have a wolf right now who just got sentenced to three years for a crime I know he didn't commit. The housing authority never calls me back about complaints, the county attorney keeps making shitty deals. Fuck, Marv, I have some kid who got sexually abused by her dad, and we are barely convincing the court to place her with her mom instead of taking her into foster care because mom's a wolf, and I guess to them that's almost as bad, I guess that's just – ”
Sean cuts himself off, hanging his head. In the quiet, Marvin can hear his heart beating hard as his scent spikes with snowy grief and copper rage, his hands clenched into fists.
“I'm sorry,” Marvin mumbles. “I'm really sorry, I just...”
“I know,” Sean replies, voice soft. “I know, Marv.”
“I know you do.”
He breathes out slow, through his nose. Marvin gets up and sits down in Sean's chair instead, wrapping himself around him, and he rubs his head firmly against Sean's, sharing his smell, and they sit in the quiet together for a long minute.
Marvin wishes it was always like this, with everyone: that everyone got it, that everyone smelled this nice, that everybody understood it isn't weird for him to cuddle with a wolf who's almost pack to him and Jackie, and has been for years.
“I'm just tired, Sean,” he says finally. “I think you are too.”
“Yeah,” Sean sighs. “Yeah. But we don't have to be hopeless, Marv. And I think maybe that's why you do this, sometimes. That you're angry at everything and you won't channel it anywhere useful because you don't think it will help, that it will change anything. But it can, Marv. I swear, we can make a difference in ways other than fighting. You don't have to just... fume with this anger all the time. Really.”
Marvin says nothing. Sean has always been such an optimist. He can't really share that endless positivity.
“Jackie told me about that night. He said you were upset earlier that day. About his dad.”
Anger curls, low in Marvin's gut. He says nothing.
“Is he really getting released?”
“Of all the wolves that deserve to rot in jail,” growls Marvin, voice low. “Jackie's dad is the first one.”
“Will Jackie let him move in if he gets out?”
“I don't know.” Despair and anger. He's so tired. “He cares so hard, about everyone. I hope not, though.”
“Is he... okay, lately? He told me his pack dissipated. Said there were interpersonal problems.”
Marvin laughs humorlessly. “Is that how he explains it?”
“What happened?”
“Two of them got married and then had to move away when she got pregnant. That's when the fighting started between the ones that were left. It was... when Jackie was trying to get his diagnosis. They found out. Started treating him different. Eventually it turned into full-on fighting, and Jackie wasn't going to force them to submit if they didn't want to anymore.”
“So they left.”
“Yeah. And one of them, he said – he told Jackie that if he knew he wasn't right in the head, he would never have let him be his Alpha in the first place.”
Sean's silent. Marvin tastes his anger in the air again, but there's no lashing out, not with him.
“He's such a good Alpha,” he says finally.
“He's the best fucking Alpha anyone's ever heard of,” Marvin agrees, voice loud in the little room. “The best fucking – he's so caring. Fuck! He cares so hard. And he lead so confidently, so cheerfully, never let them get hurt, was always there, just – just – fuck, Sean. You don't know how bad it ticks me off. His confidence is shattered since then. He doesn't try to find a new pack. He won't even pack-bond with me, anymore. Says I deserve better.”
Sean sighs, low and tired. “I'll talk to him too.”
“Okay, yeah. Maybe he'll listen to you.”
Sean shifts in his seat, letting Marvin sink against his side.
“Did you hear about that human who got attacked by a wolf downtown?” Marvin asks.
Sean stiffens. “The human who had just gotten out of jail?”
“Yeah, he had been convicted of hate crimes against wolves, but got out because of some mistrial shit. Or lack of representation, or something. But he was out. Got mauled out near the beach. The wolf didn't kill him, but they fucked him up pretty good. Taught him a lesson, I guess.”
“I heard, yeah.”
“I'm worried that maybe that was Jackie,” Marvin whispers.
“What? Why?”
“Guy deserved it, and Jackie had followed that case when it was first in the papers. The way he's been bottling stuff up lately... he's in control, like I said. But I wouldn't put it past him to make the decision to go out and punish someone who deserved it. He's back into his comic books again – like, nothing but Spider-Man unless he's at work. You know him. He loves vigilante stories, and that's what the police were saying might have happened. That there was a similar case before that, another asshole getting attacked by a wolf, but not killed, never killed. They said it was some red-brown wolf, not huge, but definitely powerful. What if that's him?”
Sean shakes his head, grimacing. “I'll talk to him,” he repeats. “You tell me if you find any hard evidence.”
“Fine.”
“As for you – ”
“No. Can we not? Seriously?”
“Marv, Henrik and Chase could use your help. Yeah, seriously. You need to get some purpose back. You just have to, Marv. Are you even working these days?”
“So what if I'm not?”
“You're lonely. You're bored, for fuck's sake. Here's my plan: you'll stay an extra half-hour after the course with the newbies. We'll have one-on-ones. Talk about your goals, fight a little of that extra energy off, do some anger management stuff. When you're actually making progress, I'll certify you. I'm not going to make this hard on you, brother, but I think it could help. I think it might be good for you to see some of the work I do day-to-day. Maybe you could help me out with some things. You've sure got the passion.”
Marvin lets his head loll back so he can squint at Sean more efficiently, letting his grumpiness seep into his scent. It makes Sean laugh despite himself, reaching out to pet Marv's head, just once.
“Hey. They need you and Jackie, the experience and understanding that you bring. This could be good for all five of us. All I ask is that you try, Marv. Maybe for the first time in a long time. Have just a little hope. For me.”
For Sean.
The friendliest, nicest-smelling wolf he's ever met, endlessly giving, endlessly positive, who thinks every wolf alive is his brother or sister or sibling, who turned his cousin's life around when no one else was willing to try.
Practically pack. And you don't have to be a wolf yourself to know that Marvin Ahearn would do anything for pack.
“Alright, you old bastard,” he says, laying his head down on Sean's shoulder. “For you.”
One lesson can't hurt, right?
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Tokyo Soul summary ep 1 bc i cant rn
@paranoidpug frick you but there's a third series just called "Yandere" and the thumbnail is grian sam and taurtis as children so do with that what you will
anyway lads so to those of you who don't know my good friend Pug sacrificed her sanity for a good smarru of samgladiator's infamous yhs series. And her sanity, despite rumors of grian angst in the sequel series Tokyo Soul, could not handle anymore. So she requested for someone else to take up the mantle.
So i volunteered.
Anyway here we go
Parts 2/3/4/5
Tokyo Soul e1: New beginnings
"you are now sitting"
okay
Taurtis: *snoring and clearly sleeping*
Sam: I think he has a serious problem *slaps him awake*
Taurtis: hwhheugwauhway?
Same: you had like, a sleeping condition
Why did Taurtis think they were going to disney land nooo ;w;
Sam: I know big cities kinda scare you so that's why i didn't tell you we were going to tokyo
Taurtis: is there going to be lots of people?
Sam: yes
what the shit sam stop scaring Taurtis with the concept of big cities
Taurtis: *wants to go home*
Sam: we can't go home because were in witness protection YA GOOF
sam stop making fun of taurtis' chin
lads i need to slow down we're not even two minutes in
SUHSIWUSHI
SAM WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CNA'T READ JAPANESE YOU'VE LIVED THERE YOUR WHOLE LIFE MAYBE
Sam: I'm not japanese!
Tautris: you live in japan!
See? taurtis gets it
sam what the fuck is that accent i'm sobbing
me, who didn't watch yhs: *tearing up the room* WHERE'S GRIAN
Dom is so far the best character and he's had like three lines
please their fake accents are making me so uncomfortable ;w;w;w;w;
"<Old_Kurokuma> mm fresh meat..."
WHAT
oh
oh my god dom stop flirting with the old guy ;w;
IS DOM GETTING SEXUALLY HARRASED WHAT
also sorry Pug i know you want Grian angst but Dom is my new favorite character
also I haven't seen Grian yet sadly
oh so Taurtis can't read japanese but he can speak it? got it
IgbarVonSquid is mvp he knows where the sushiwushi is
Sam, based off of what i know from Yhs, please, leave the dumpsters alone. no matter how great they look
Sam nobody wants to go into your dark alley just go follow IgbarVonSquid to your sushiwushi
istg the old man is literally an scp
Sam, who was the one who coerced Taurtis to go back into the alley despite Taurtis just wanting sushiwushi: "why'd you make me come back here Taurtis?"
why are they burning money this is some real anticapitalist shit right here
OH MY GOD THEY'RE BEING OFFERED SUGAR
OH MY GOD THEY'RE ON FIRE
Dom, when on fire: stop drop and rick roll
sam don't steal the fucking bike
Igbar is biggest brain
dom is top ten road crosser
Sam and Taurtis: Is the car parked or is it moving really slow?
IgbarVonSquid: what the fuck is even happenign
halfway through the episode and finally they are at sushiwushi
Sam: Here's a moneys
Taurtis: you didn't have to pay him
Sam: you gonna sit in it?
Taurtis: I FORGOT HOW TO SIT SAM
why for fucks sake did taurtis bring a mountain dew and sam bring snacks to a fnacy resturaunt ;w;
when will they stop antagonizing the waitress it never ends
Taurtis: no don't order the pufferfish they might be pete's children!
Sam: i would like all the pufferfish please :)
OH NO THE WAITRESS SAID FOR PETE TO GET BACK IN THE KITCHEN I STG
Taurtis: I kinda have a trigger when i see girls with knives (write that down write that down)
Sam: *laughs* oh yeah
oh my god the old guy is back i hope this doesn't become a running joke
Sam: should we go complain about our food nto being ready?
Me: i'ts been five minutes ;w;
Taurtis has raised dead fish? alright then
Sam don't eat a stranger's sushi wtfff
Okami gave sam a phone and did not give taurtis one
remember this is coming from sam do not trust it
KIYU ARRIVES
DONT PRANK SOCILA WOKRERS (i think she's a social worker? might just be a student idk) SAM WTFF
oh my god now they're re doing it bc taurtis didn't record ;w;
it wasn't even that funny
yeah probably someone with the witness protection program at least
oh my god sam why aren't you paying you have 31 dollar wtf AND THE WIATRESS HAS A KNIFE WHY ARE YOU TORMENTING KIYU LIKE THIS
god bless kiyu
Sam: my phone
Taurtis: our phone
Russian anthem: *begins*
okay wtf was that ending? no sign, no end card, no nothing, just Kiyu ending her scentence and then the video restarting???
Pug you should know that Taurtis is treating Sam like they are good chummy old buddy pals once more, and i don't know if that was occuring at the end of last series because i did not watch it, so keep that in mind. Also, Grian dissapeared. He may have gone back to britain, I do not know.
Also, lads, if you haven't noticed, my way of doing reviews is a sort of live reaction per episode, but this whole thing is new, so i don't really know how to do this, and there are 85 episodes, so things are subject to change.
anyway, seeya maybe in an hour depending on Carl's decision of what i do next lol
#Sketchy's unhinged yhs summaries#but it's tokyo soul#my sanity was gone the moment i opened a new tab
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Part 2- Die Katze
(Sorry this took so long, I've been super unmotivated lately)
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Henrik sits at the kitchen island. A warm cup of coffee is still before him. He stares into the darkness of the drink in front of him. He hasn't gotten a full night's rest in over a year. His fingers drum against the ceramic cup, index, middle, ring, pinky, index, middle ring, pinky, index, ring-
"Fuck! Jesus Christ, Henrik, you scared the shit out of me!" Henrik jumps at Jackie's yell. He quickly looks at his watch, oh, it's already 5am. Jackie lets out at small laugh sitting next to him at the island. "I didn't think you'd be up this early man. Sorry if I scared you." Henrik shakes his head.
"No, no. I apologize for startling you. I should be resting. I did not hear you come in." He sighs staring down into the mug, the warmth seeming to drain away.
Jackie fiddles with his thumbs impatiently. "Is something bothering you? If not I'm gonna go shower and stuff. I'm not trying to be rude I just-"
"Go."
"Look man I just can't... You know I can't process emotions right I just-"
"Just go. I'll talk to Marvin if I need anything."
Without another word, Jackie stands up and goes to his room without looking back. Henrik sets his coffee mug in the sink and quietly returns to his room.
After 2 hours of restless tossing and turning, he journeys back to the kitchen desperate for another cup of coffee. He's stopped halfway down the steps by the sight of Marvin and Jackie on the couch. He moves out of view to listen,
"...he's obviously scared."
"Scared of what? You said that you warded the house, Anti's not getting anywhere near here."
"I did. Maybe if you actually sat down and had a conversation with him-"
"Maybe you should stop leaving him alone in the house-"
"Maybe you can take some fucking responsibility for once."
"Take some responsibility? Who was the one who even found Henrik? Who was the one who killed Anti the first time? It certainly wasn't you-"
"I'm the only one acting like an adult-"
He coughs from at the top of the stairs. Silence hits the room faster than a car hitting a tree. They both whip around to see him. Marvin speaks first, "Sorry Henny, did we wake you?" He shakes his head and decends the stairs. "Look, um... Jackie and I want to talk to you about something."
His heart drops. He can feel his stomach start to churn. God he might throw up. What could they want to even talk to him about? Are they going to kick him out? Yell at him to find another job? Fuck, hes so fucked. He sits on the love seat across the couch, eyes moving between Jackie and Marvin.
"You're not in trouble we're just worried about you that's all." Marvin speaks slow and calm like a mother hushing her child to go to sleep. "You rarely come out of your room or even talk to us. I just want to do what's right for you and I wanted to ask if there's anything we can do to help."
He feels like a child. He feels so small and vulnerable. He wants to cry. He wants to run and hide under his covers. They're telling him they want to help, why is he so scared? What the hell is wrong with him?
"I'm...I'm fine. I-I don't need help."
"Henrik look, I know I'm not the best at talking to people and I'm better with physical comfort that, ya know, emotional, but of you wanna talk to me I'll listen as best I can." Jackie moves to sit next to Henrik on the love seat. "I'll might not be good at talking but I'll do what I can if it will help."
Henrik hasn't even realized the tears rolling down his cheeks. Why the fuck is he crying? This isn't something to get emotional about. Before he is mind even registeres it, he's being pulled into a hug. Great now he's full on sobbing. He hugs back clinging to the fabric of Jackie's familiar red hoodie. Marvin comes over and rubs their hand along his back occasionally running their hand through his hair. He just continues to cry, occasionally trying to talk through the sobs but it's at the point where it sounds like mumbling.
"Oh sweetheart, it's ok. I promise it's gonna be ok. Just let it out honey." Marvin soothes next to him. Eventually his cries turn into hiccuped sobs.
"I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry. I don't know why I'm crying I don't know I don't know I don't know." His nails dig into Jackie's hood, his breathing beginning to slow.
"It's ok Henrik, you've been through a lot the past year. How about we just watch some movies or something? We'll have a nice day."
Henrik nods into his shoulder sniffling. Maybe he could enjoy a movie or two with them. He wipes his eyes with his sleeve moving off of Jackie. They watch movies until the sun begins to set, the light casting an orange and pink glow in the room. Jackie lounges in a bundle of pillow and blankets on the floor whilst Marvin sprawls out on the couch. Henrik watches from the recliner as they try to throw popcorn into eachothers mouths. The room fills with laughter and smiles as a cheesy rom-com plays in the background.
Henrik shifts quietly in the recliner, "Marvin, did you ever look into that Jameson guy?" He asks softly, voice barely a whisper. Marvin's head whips to look at him, the room falling into an uncomfortable silence.
"Oh yeah, I did, but I didn't find anything." Marvin flips their hair over their shoulder, quickly moving on from the subject.
Jackie perks up, "Huh? What do you mean 'Jameson guy'? You know I don’t like being left out on stuff." Marvin shifts uncomfortably, not making eye contact.
"It's nothing, Jay. Just drop it." Marvin speaks finally. Jackie's eyes soften looking down at the nest of pillows.
"I thought you said you knew something." Henrik mumbles quietly. Marvin glares at him, something fierce behind their eyes.
"I said just drop it."
They definitely know something.
#jacksepticeye egos#henrik von schneeplestein#jacksepticeye#marvin the magnificent#fics#jackieboy man
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Spooky Season Special: Until Dawn (Male Reader x Chris)
Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three
Trigger warning: blood mention, death mention
Chapter 4: Malevolence
- Seven Hours Until Dawn -
Everything hurts. Your face. Your head. Your neck. Your arms... wait. Why are your arms hurting? Why are your shoulders on fire? Why are your arms stuck above your - oh no.
Your eyes snap open to face some kind of strange observation area, sealed off by wire netting. It's dark, you can barely see.
Ashley's on your right, stirring. And Josh is on your left. At least, you think. Both of them are tied like you are, hanging against a slab of metal, helpless.
"Wh-what the hell is going on?" you give a strangled yelp.
"Oh my god oh my god oh my god! What happened?" Ashley squeaks.
"Guys? What the hell!" Josh groans, looking around.
Struggle
Observe
"Okay, look, we just need to calm down. These ropes have held our weight for a while already, they're not gonna budge." you say, forcing yourself to calm down. "Try and grab the ropes, maybe we can, like, pull ourselves up and get on top of these slabs?"
Ashley tries her best, but like you, her arms are probably burning from the weight of her body and she can't find any purchase on the slab.
"Good idea, but I think we're all fucked." Josh growls.
And then you hear Chris' voice.
"Guys!"
"Chris!" "Chris?"
"Ashley? Y/N?"
"Chris, please, he tied us up, you have to get us out of here!" Ashley screams.
"Hello."
You jolt as the mystery man's voice booms through the room. lights suddenly shining on you all and Chris, in the observation area.
"And thank you all for joining me. Tonight, we're going to conduct a little experiment. A sort of test. Now, for this experiment, we have three test subjects. But we need one brave participant to determine which one of them will live, and which will die."
Ashley screams at the top of her lungs. "OH GOD, OH GOD! CHRIS! GET US OUT OF HERE PLEASE!"
Josh tries to wriggle as best he can. "NO, NO YOU CAN'T DO THIS! LET ME DOWN FROM HERE YOU MANIAC!"
Plead - "PLEASE HELP ME, CHRIS!"
Struggle - "LET ME OUT OF HERE!"
do nothing
"Please. Please please, everyone calm down. It's all very simple. Christopher, you will find a lever placed directly in front of you. All you have to do... is choose who you will save!"
You refuse to give the Masked Man any satisfaction in watching you break down, so instead you look for anything that could help. The ropes are too strong to fray in any kind of quick time. The slabs are too steep and slippery to gain purchase. The Masked Man talks... funny, but there's something familiar about it.
There's a spinning rusty sawblade, and Ashley and Josh are babbling beside you, and you just look at Chris. He has to make a choice here of who to kill. That's what it comes down to. But there's something off here. It just seems... it's way too Saw to be real. And not in an "oh god this can't be real" way, in a "something is rotten in the state of Denmark" way.
"Chris!" you yell. The sawblade is now halfway towards the three of you. Or towards you specifically. You take a deep breath. "Leave the trap alone. I want to try something."
"ARE YOU INSANE?" Josh shouts, and Chris seems to second it.
"Look, something feels wrong here. It's a hunch."
Chris yells wordlessly. "I'm not gonna let you die on a hunch!"
"Look, I think I can get out of the way. My legs are pretty long. But if I'm wrong, then at least it was my choice and not anyone else's. Do this for me." you say.
Chris looks at war with himself - finally, he screams and puts his hand behind his head, stepping back...
...and then the sawblade swerves to the side.
"Ah, I see. You have chosen to sacrifice Josh."
"What? No, I didn't touch it, I swear!" Chris yells, trying to reach the lever.
"NOOO! CHRIS HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? I thought we were FRIENDS!" Josh sobs, screaming as the sawblade draws close. You look away as the squelches begin and you feel tears prick your eyes.
"Please, just - oh god, just don't look!" Chris orders, and you shudder. Suddenly he's close, untying your arms, and you tumble into him, Ashley sobbing as soon as she sees what's left of Josh's body.
You're dangerously close to a freak out now, the only thing keeping you from utter hysteria is the strange hunch you have that something is not quite right here...
You bump into Matt and Emily on your flight from the shed, and you try to calm down. "Okay... fuck."
"Who's blood is that? Is Ash hurt?" Emily asks loudly.
"There's some kind of weirdo out here. He killed Josh, he nearly got us all, we need to get out of here, as soon as possible."
Emily and Matt pause for a moment, focusing on you instead of Ashley and Chris' babbling. Emily shakes her head. "This is - this is crazy. We... Matt, we need to get some help."
"The others..." Chris croaks.
Pragmatic - I'll go look for help.
Selfless - I'll go get the others.
You look at Matt and Emily. "I'll come with you. Three heads are better, right?"
Emily nods at you. "Okay. Chris, Ash, just go gather everybody. We'll be back."
Chris grabs your hand as you move. "When you... when you sacrificed yourself back there. It made me realize I don't want to lose you. I... I like you, Y/N, so please, just come back safe."
He's gone before you can even respond, and Emily smirks at you for a moment before coming to her senses. "Come on, we have to go!"
NEW Butterfly Effect: Y/N kept his cool in the Masked Man's trap; and Chris admired Y/N's clarity of thought...
Butterfly Effect: Josh teased Chris about Ashley; but Chris was not baited; AND Josh was impressed with Y/N’s personality…
Butterfly Effect: Ashley discouraged Matt from using the telescope; Y/N did not expose Ashley; Matt didn’t see Mike and Emily flirting; SO Matt did not confront Mike; AND Emily and Jessica fought.
Butterfly Effect: Emily and Jessica fought; Y/N sided with Emily; Y/N felt guilty…
Butterfly Effect UPDATE: Y/N was caught by the Masked Man; AND used in his trap, so Chris chose to save Y/N and Ashley, AND Chris confessed his feelings for Y/N.
#until dawn fic#until dawn x reader#until dawn x male reader#chris hartley x male reader#chris hartley x reader#until dawn
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Only One: Keizo Arashi x Fem!Reader
synopsis: (no one asked for this.) a battered heart and battered body make a shell of a man.
wc: 884
tw: angst, blood
masterlist
song recommendation:
this fic hurts enough. cut the music.
"You're okay."
Water and blood mix in swirls on the giant's arms, coating his tattoos in a light sheen that reflects off the street lamps as he stumbles along the beaten path, eyes straining to see the road ahead.
"You're okay."
The soft chant is more to reassure him than you as you float in between the realm of the living and the dead, head lolling on his shoulder like a poorly-made bobblehead doll. and all the while, his arms are shaking, weakening, trying their hardest to hold you up while he's stumbling around, looking for help on this foreboding night.
"'s too far..." you choke out, gasping for air while you cling to his frame. "...too far."
"It's not," Keizo lies easily, letting the words slip through his teeth without thinking.
It's his first lie to you, ever.
"Need a break," you retort, arms slipping from around his shoulders. "So thirsty..."
It's fucking raining, Keizo wants to grit out, calling you back to your senses. But when he looks at your mindless gaze while you dangle limply, his heart splits in half again.
"There's a vending machine at the hospital," he whispers, feeling the rain slide down his lying lips and serpent's tongue. "If we can get there--"
You cough - it's an incredibly wet, gurgling sound - and blood spatters all over his face and shirt. But Keizo doesn't even flinch. He just gives you another hoist over his shoulder, lacing his bruised arms underneath your legs and leaning forward to avoid dropping you backward.
His shoes scrape against the pavement in labored, sluggish steps, almost like the sound that drags itself from your beautiful throat. The reddish circle that laces around it now is just a mirage, he tells himself. No one tried to hurt you. No one tried to harm you while he was unable to--
"Remember that time..." you begin, rasping the very words that he needed most. "You carried me from the donation center?"
"You mean the time you passed out giving blood? And I just so happened..." Keizo struggles for air and the memory in full. "To see a gorgeous woman go weak at the knees?"
"Yeah." You try for a laugh, but all that comes out is a long breath. "You saved me."
"No," Keizo shakes his head only halfway, trying to avoid jostling your body. "You saved me." Another long breath that was intended to be a laugh. The back of his shirt begins to feel warm, and Keizo suddenly realizes he running out of time much quicker than he first anticipated. "R-remember when we went skinny dipping in that lake?"
"Oh," you perk up a little against his back. "When my clothes were wash--" Another round of coughs coats his neck in a shower of droplets. "Washed into the water?"
"And I let you borrow my shirt."
"You did," you croak, leaning your forehead down on his shoulder. "Thank you."
"You thanked me then," Keizo remembers your face, the way you slipped into his shirt with ease, the massive item swamping you in black cloth. And he swept you into a kiss too. Your first one, the one that made him fall in love with you. The one that made him tumble headfirst into a headspace that he couldn't - can't - recover from.
"Thank you for being my lover."
"The hospital isn't far." Keizo raises his voice to lie, drowning out your whispered thank you's with his own hopes. "You're okay, baby."
"Thank you for letting me love you."
"We're not far," he chokes out, tears joining the rain in bittersweet harmony. "It's so close-- I can see the lights..." His voice is petering out as he begins to sob, chin quivering while he drags endlessly down, down, down, toward nothing. He'll never recover from this.
Keizo doesn't even know what direction the hospital's in.
"I wanted so much--" you break off, squeezing his neck with the rest of your dwindling strength. "I wanted to be your everything."
"You are," Keizo wobbles, truly unsteady now. "You are."
One wrong step and the broken ankle collapses underneath him. The giant comes tumbling down, with you laying on top of him, breath haggard and terribly shallow.
"Just give me-- a moment--" Keizo grunts, trying to right himself and you. You inhale a long, breathy gasp; your body suddenly shivering.
"The lights are so bright, Kei," you breathe out softly, sounding so sure of yourself. Keizo strains to rise again, trying his best to lace you around his body while lifting off of the pavement so you don't-- "So bright... so... s-so--"
Keizo feels every nerve in his body cry out for help, and the desperation erupts from his mouth in a roar. The rain drives wetness down his legs, down his arms, down his head. He can now taste his own blood, his own tears, his own misery.
Got to get up, he chants to himself. I've got to get up.
But you've gone terribly still. The shivering has stopped.
It's no use.
He's still laying on the pavement when the medics arrive - always woefully too late. When they see the stacked bodies, they think it's a double homicide. But when they get closer and hear Keizo's forlorn weeping, they know it's only one.
#keizo arashi x reader#keizo arashi#arashi keizo x reader#benkei x reader#benkei tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers angst#tokyo revengers x reader#tokyo revengers
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Surprising Arrival Home
❈Through HELL or HIGHWATERS Masterlist
Taglist: @dreamiezpsycho @queenofgames @ms-starlight (If you wish to be added or removed just ask)
Word count: 2.5K
Warning: Ateez seem like a little bit of assholes at first, but I promise by no way do I believe the boys would ever act like this to anyone ever. Sexist, old fashion view of women
Note: 'Gruean', is just the currency I have made up for the purpose of this story.
Akari's POV
The tip of the blade kissed the end of my nose, the four men dressed in rugged clothing, smelling strongly of sea salt argued in front of me.
Bickering like children fighting over the last piece of chocolate─ Pirates, not so dissimilar to children, I thought.
Frantically I'm searching for some way to get myself out of my current situation.
There is a small knife on the counter top arm length away from my position, if only I could reach it.
The tall dark haired man with the sword in my face lowers his weapon as he turns to argue with a much shorter man who has a gun pointed at my head, both their backs are turned, it's now or never.
I slid my bare foot along the flooring panels, trying to creep my body towards the small knife, it wouldn't be much to defend myself, I had given myself the peace of mind─ That it would be enough.
Internally I chant away, praying they don't notice me moving, halfway there...
"Don't move." A voice commands from behind me, brushing the ice cool feeling of a steel dagger to my windpipe.
For fuck's sake, can a girl not just catch a break.
The four in front of me now turn, abandoning their line of arguments against each other. They watch me like predator to prey, my skin feels like it's hit with a cold sweat, some female part of me feels something with four, very good looking men, watching me. My gut twists pleasantly, warming me from the inside.
The shorter out of the four in front of me clicks his pistol into place, aiming the barrel at the centre of my forehead and holding it there, I wait for him to pull the trigger. But he doesn't.
I frown scanning each expression of the men around me, they seem vaguely....excited. Of course they would be, they're Pirate they live and breathe for this stuff.
My eyes are drawn back to the barrel of the small handgun, after another second of nothing happening I urge courage up through my stomach, "I'm sorry" his gaze meets mine along the spine of the pistol,
"Are you going to pull the trigger or not?"
He looked genuinely taken aback by my question, now it my turn to be excited because this excites me. If I could get into their head maybe I could distract them long enough to get my hands on the knife.
The Pirate holding the gun sends an almost confused look back to the three behind him.
"Oh, I get it" I add, aiming to bring his focus back to me, I smile when I succeed, so I continue making my lines up as I go, In a desperate hope it will turn whatever this is into my favour
"Are you waiting for me to start sobbing and begging for you to spare my life" The cold line of the dagger to my throat only makes my adrenaline pump faster, "Well sorry to disappoint boys, but I'll be dead long before I beg a man for anything, so you're better of just pulling the trigger now if that's is what you're looking for"
There was silence in the room for a few seconds before the dark haired tall male who previously had a blade pointed at my face, laughed aloud, it was a bubbly sound which I found myself resisting the urge to join in with.
A man stood at the back of the group behind the others, with his own pistol held loosely at his side, lowered next to his thigh, steps forward, "We aren't looking to take your life, we're just looking for our friend"
Ah so this is the rest of the Pirate crew shit why didn't I think they would come looking for him. "So you're the friends of the guy who got himself stabbed and half bled to death"
Every single one of their faces pale,
"What happened? Is he alright?" A tall blonde headed boy asked rather quickly, I barely had time to register what he said,
This could be my chance
"I could show you to him but..." I flick the dagger held at my throat with my finger, smirking at the satisfying clink my nail made as it made contact with the sharp weapon.
"San '' the shortest of the group spoke, his words heavily weighted with authority. The knife was slowly released from around my neck, They continued to watch me as my hand came up to rub the skin, I gasp lightly when I see spots of blood on my finger tip.
"You drew blood" I mutter under my breath, trying to ignore the sting spreading under my jaw, I sure as hell hope that knife is clean.
"Just be thankful I didn't slit your throat"
I turn to look at the guy behind me, Scowl tightening the skin on my forehead, his angular eyes and sharp set of his jaw draw attention to his attractiveness, he smirks down at me.
"Keep talking like that to me in my own home and I'll castrate you─" His face falters in its cocky expression for a fraction of a second "With your own knife" I finish, adding salt to the wound.
A snort comes from the doorway positioned behind me, that leads towards mine and Akio's room, my defense is instantly up as I look over my shoulder to spot a new Pirate, leaning against the door frame, which was now more an archway after the door fell off its hinges.
His dirty blond hair fell into his eyes, covering them from my view at first, he is scowling straight back at me but that angered expression doesn't dampen his obvious good looks, "You're a girl, you would never be able to do such a thing"
"And I suppose you pirates are ballsy enough to do it yourselves"
"It isn't natural for girls to do such things" he sneered in my direction, I matched the look with my own internal fury. I may not be able to stomach the idea of pirates, but I've never backed down to anyone especially arrogant pirates.
"No, what isn't natural is for someone to be as stupid as his friends and yet here you all stand" the insult passes through the group and the dirty blonde pirate whipes out a knife.
"Yeosang, Chill" the shortest male said, I could only assume he was the captain. This is valuable information
"Yeah Yeosang, behave" I mock, watching his anger build beneath the surface, he is scowling at me. This was fun.
"Do you know where Wooyoung is or not?" The man with the pistol at his side asked, I glanced across the room to him, something about the genuine worry on his face made me want to help them. I nod, sighing before walking through to the back of the small wind rippling house. Running my hand along the counter top where the knife lay.
On the low rise table is the pirate, still looking like death, the colour had started to come back to his cheeks. I stood at the door, watching as a couple of them rushed down to his side, giving him a double check over. The air of nervousness in the room died as soon as Wooyoung's chest rose, it was steady but slow all at the same time, but it rose nonetheless, allowing all those around him to breathe freely once more.
"I can't guarantee he will make it, but I gave him a decent fighting chance" I spoke softly, folding my arms over my chest while I watched the Captain stand to look back at my form leaned against the door frame.
"It looks like there's nothing wrong with him"
"Well I guess I did my job right then" I didn't care if I sounded cocky, I had gained my right to be after everything I had gone through to get here, I didn't care of what they thought of me, they would be gone soon and I would have nothing to do with them ever again. That was what I wanted.
"How did you do it?" Yeosang asked, his tone still sharp with anger which bubbled inside him, I shrug trying to brush off his question.
"Why did you do it?" another one of them asked, providing me with the best distraction, but it ignited a thought within me, why did I help him?
The answer to that I wasn't entirely sure of, other then what I felt in the moment I saw the pain in Wooyoung's eyes after he was impaled, sometime between then and when he hit the floor I realised I couldn't leave him, some attraction to him made me haul his ass all the way here. I didn't really have much more than that to explain myself.
"He saved my life so I chose to return the favour" some of them gave me looks of respect at my words, had it really been that big of a deal.
"What happened?"
I sigh pushing the weight of my body further into the wooden frame, praying it didn't give way.
"Some guy had a hold of my companion, your dear friend came flying around the corner and jumped in to help. '' I was leaving out some details but they didn't need to be privy to all information about me, in fact they didn't really need to know anything.
"Where is your companion now?" the Captain asked, narrowing his eyes in my direction, I bite down into the sneer straining to break out onto my lips.
"Shiber!" I yell,
A couple of the Pirates shift, everyone of them seeking to reach for weapons concealed within the sea-taminated clothing clinging to their bodies.
The tapping of the small canine’s claws catched the boards of the flooring, his small rounded golden head appearing next to the low rise table Wooyoung lay upon. While watching the small dog, my heart beats harder within my chest when my eyes drift across to look at Wooyoung.
Three of the Pirates stood over their friends looking down to scan the body of the small dog, one of them, San if I recalled his name correctly smiled widely down at Shiber though he tried to keep his gleeful expression hidden from his friends.
Pushing my shoulder into the frame I begin walking over to them, crouching down next to the table, brushing my hand into the fur around Shiber's neck, he lips the side of his snout, It was a starking contrast to me, he seemed highly relaxed with the strangers in his house, usually he wasn't like this.
There was shuffling behind me as one of the Pirate's moved closer, He stopped right behind me, the scent of salt was the strongest on him.
It was at this very moment that I slipped the small knife out from my sleeve, tightly gripping between my fingers I spun while rising, driving the knife up so fast until it was under the jaw of the Captain.
The air burst from his lips, fanning my face with warm air that smelt of some kind of alcohol. The five other Pirates around the room all jumped to whip out their weapons, probably ready to kill me within a second in defence of their Captain who was currently under the control of my small knife.
Something solid pressed into the back of my head, I saw the sudden spark of shock in the Captain's eyes when I didn't dare blink with fear at the prospect of dying, I didn't need to, I stared into the face of death and laughed at it before, what was so different now?
"Who are you?" I whispered lowley so the Captain could hear me.
"Tell me when Cap, and I'll drop her" the voice of San said from behind me─ I almost laughed at his statement.
"Tell them to put their weapons down" I spoke softly
The Captain matched my stare, "Why, scared?" The expression on his face reflected a hint of hope, it was clear in the way his lips twisted he was trying to not laugh or smirk.
"Not scared, would just prefer to not have that gun pressed to the back of my head and possibly mess up my hair" I tighten my finger around the leather straps wrapped around the knife "It's a terribly difficult job to fix when one doesn't have a mirror─ Now tell them to drop their weapons" the sweetness I mustered into my voice almost made me want to boak.
"What makes you think they'll listen to me?"
I smile downward "I already figured out that you are their Captain, and if they value your life, trust me they'll listen to you"
The room falls silent, and one by one the noise of weapons drop to the floor. "Now let me repeat myself, Who..are..you?"
I didn't know what changed but something, some expression or thought, but something changed within the Captain, he swallowed against my knife before talking, "I'm Kim Hongjoong Captain of the Fedora ship and Ateez Pirate crew"
"Why are you in Zydari?" I question, applying pressure to the knife when he refrained from answering.
"We're searching for a slaver, he has a price of 50,000 gruean on his head"
The image of the man from the alleyway popped into my head, was he perhaps the one they were searching for, it would make sense why Wooyoung showed up, but one question continued to linger at the back of my mind,
"So, Were you sent by someone?"
Hongjoong looked taken aback by a second, looking to the faces of his friend before looking back to meet my gaze.
I couldn't risk all Akio had done for me, I couldn't do it. I wouldn’t put at risk my brother and all he had sacrificed and so I move the knife from under his jaw, I beat him to a reply
"Leave"
Hongjoong stares at me with a look of almost confusion, I catch the movement of his eyes as he looks down to the knife still gripped in my hand.
"Did you not hear me" The questions slips faster from my lips them the knife did to my hands,
There was a hesitance to their movements, and I watched them with a glare as hard as I could muster while I watched them gather up Wooyoung's limbs, his torso flopping like a ragdoll when two tall men picked him up, each of his arms over their shoulders while they lifted him up. It didn't look like much of an effort to the two tall males, but I watched them all begin to gather their things to leave.
The front door swung open and I saw the reddening face of Akio as he stood in the doorway, his shoulders squaring out with his bag hung over his shoulder, muscle tense beneath them.
His face turned thunderous when he looked over, taking in the sight of the Pirates filling our home space, his eyes meeting mine over the seven figures.
"What the Fuck?!" he hissed,
Well shit,
I’m in for it now.
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department of matchmaking || s.r
summary: in which you’re asked by aunt may to babysit peter while she’s away at a business conference & steve tags along. peter, being the innocent smol bean he is, tries to get you and the Captain together.
words: ~3.1k
warnings: none, just fluff & a little matchmaking spider-man :) and OH steve’s blue jacket heheh. tony’s your dad in this oop cant resist a stark child. shhh CW never happened bc i’m still in denial
Peter: Aunt May says she has a couple errands to run so she won't be back until later this afternoon. Can you pick me up? School just ended.
You: Of course!
Peter: Ned and I are planning on building the Lego Death Star tonight. I know you're a sucker for building stuff :)
You: You know me so well, kiddo. I'm definitely in. How could I miss out on our weekly date nights?
Peter: You're the best! See you soon
You: See you!
"Where are you going?"
"May's busy, so I gotta go pick Peter up from school," you explained to Steve as you slung your purse over your shoulder and grabbed the keys to your (Tony's) Audi, sliding your sunglasses on. "We're having one of our weekly Friday movie nights, and he and Ned just got a new Lego set that they want me to help construct. You wanna come along?"
"Sure, I don't mind."
You headed outside to the car together, sticking the keys into the ignition as Steve slid in next to you in the passenger's seat. "I hope you don't have anything else planned for the rest of tonight. We might be there for a while...I know we were gonna see that new action movie in theaters tomorrow. I'm sorry."
"Nope, no plans," he smiled, "I'm free for the rest of this weekend. As long as I get to spend time with you, it's okay."
You couldn't help but feel your heart flutter a bit at his words.
But you quickly brushed the thought off, knowing the last thing you were supposed to do was fall for someone after you'd just gotten over a nasty breakup.
Soon enough, you pulled up in front of Midtown High School and saw Peter standing with Ned by the curb. You rolled the window down and called out to them. "Hey, boys. Need a ride?"
"My favorite Avenger! Hi!" Ned greeted as he and Peter got into the backseat, strapping their seatbelts on.
"Ouch, I'm offended," Steve placed a hand over his chest and pretended to look hurt. "I thought I was your favorite?"
"Captain America! It's an honor!" he exclaimed. "I've heard so much about you from Peter!"
"Oh, really? I hope he only told you good things?" the super-soldier chuckled.
"Yup!"
"So, how was school?" you glanced back at the two teenagers from the rearview mirror. "Anything interesting happen?"
"No, except they actually served something edible in the cafeteria for lunch today," Peter rolled his eyes. "Which is a first."
You sighed, placing your hand back on the wheel, "School food isn't the best thing ever."
"So uh, I have a question," Ned spoke up as you headed down the street, "are you and Y/N a...thing? ‘Cause I hear a lot of fans are speculating that the kickass agent and America’s golden boy are dating."
"What? No," you and Steve replied in unison, exchanging a knowing look before bursting into laughter. "No."
"Okay..."
It was mostly quiet for the rest of the car ride back to the apartment. Peter pulled out the keys from his jacket pocket and slid it in the lock, pushing the door open and gesturing for the rest of you to come inside.
"So," he breathed out, setting his backpack down by the front door and dusting his hands off. You sat around the sofa together, glancing at the massive Lego set on the coffee table. "Here it is, in all its glory."
"How many pieces is this?" Steve questioned, looking at it in shock.
"Almost 4000."
A buzzing sound from his phone made Peter look down, swiping a few times before unlocking it and scanning over the new notification.
"May has an overnight business conference and she won't be back until tomorrow evening. She wants you to babysit," he explained as he looked up at you.
"Fine by me," you shrugged. "Cap?"
"Sure, why not."
"But I'm 15 and 8 months! I'm not a baby."
"Well, kiddo, I'm 28 and Tony treats me like a baby even though I’m not a baby anymore. Steve's going on 32, and acts like he's 12."
"I do not!"
"Yes, you do."
"I do not!"
"Yes, you do."
"Arguing like a married couple," Peter coughed, and Ned wiggled his eyebrows up and down. "Cute."
"For the last time, we're not a thing," you let out an exasperated sigh, but felt a blush creep up your cheeks as you spoke.
Two hours later you were a little over halfway done with building the Death Star, and fatigue was beginning to catch up with you after you neglected your sleep schedule and pulled three all-nighters in a row bingeing Netflix with Sam.
You let out a yawn as you flipped through the instructions pamphlet, stretching your arms up in the air.
"You tired?" Steve asked. You were too tired to respond, simply leaning into him and closing your eyes.
"You can take her to the guest room. Straight down the hall, then turn right," Peter said as he noticed you'd now fallen asleep on him. "We can continue this after dinner."
Steve scooped you up into his strong arms and carried you down the hall, pushing the door to the guest room open with one hand before carefully setting you down on the bed, tucking you in.
"Sleep tight," he whispered, a ghost of a smile on his face as he leaned down to kiss your forehead and left.
"Ahem. Now that she's gone," Ned cleared his throat, "time to plan on how we're supposed to get our OTP together!"
"Ned, really-"
"You should ask her out, Cap. I see the way you look at her," Peter raised an eyebrow at him, "I mean, it's clear to everyone how you feel about her, and the way she feels about you. Sam sees it, Mr. Stark sees it, heck, I think May has her suspicions as well because she wouldn't stop talking about how great of a couple you two would be over dinner last night-"
"Look, Peter, I don't think she's ready for a relationship."
"Why not?"
"She just broke up with her boyfriend two months ago. I doubt she'd be willing to date again."
"But you're her best friend! You're literally the perfect man for her!"
"It doesn't matter. I'm not taking advantage of someone when they're vulnerable. That isn't right."
He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest and kicking his feet up against the coffee table, tossing a spare Lego piece up and down in one hand. "Yeah, I totally believe the great Captain America isn't in love with the great Y/N."
"She's my friend. A teammate."
"Friends with benefits!" Ned chimed in. Steve made a face at this. "No, not like that. I mean that as in, you guys do all the things that regular couples do, except you're not officially a couple. And I think that's big enough of an indication that you should get together for real."
"I'm just waiting for the right time."
"AHA!" both boys shouted. "So you are in love with her!"
"Keep it down!" he scolded. "She's asleep!"
"You didn't deny it this time..."
"Fine, whatever. What do you guys want for dinner? I'll go pick it up."
"Pizza."
"If Y/N asks where I am, just tell her I went to go get the food."
"Okay."
As soon as the door shut behind Steve, Peter and Ned's heads immediately whipped over and they faced each other, exchanging evil grins.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Ned practically squealed.
"Yeah, I'm thinking what you're thinking!"
"Romantic dinner and movie night setup!" both boys whooped and hollered.
"I'll light the candles and get the napkins. May always keeps a stock of scented ones when Y/N comes over because she loves the smell of cherry blossoms."
"...I'll grab the rose petals and tablecloth."
"Rose petals?"
"Mind if I tear apart the flower on your desk?"
"Yeah, yeah, go ahead. Also, the regular tall candles are in the cabinet below the sink in the bathroom."
"Yessir."
Twenty minutes later, Steve came back with the pizza in hand, setting the keys on the counter and closing the door, stopping dead in his tracks as he observed the scene before him.
"What is going on?"
"We set up a date night for you two because we know you've been working hard this past week and deserved to relax," Peter explained happily. "So, here you go!"
"Peter," Steve sighed, rubbing his forehead, "I appreciate your effort, but Y/N isn't ready for a relationship and neither one of us has feelings for the other."
"But you guys deserve a break! After working nonstop you should at least rest or something."
"Alright, alright. I'll go get Y/N. You guys set the pizza on the plates for everyone, okay?"
"Got it."
You yawned and rubbed your eyes, then stretched your arms up into the air, skidding to a halt as you observed the sight before you.
“Wh...what’s going on?”
Peter and Ned grinned from where they sat on the couch, paper plates on their laps. “We thought you deserved a nice break, so we set up a little something for you guys!”
“A romantic dinner? Why...”
"It looks pretty and gives off a relaxing mood. Why else?” Peter laughed nervously. “Now eat!”
“Okay...” you started growing suspicious, but didn’t question it, “alright, then.”
You fell into an awkward silence after that, aside from the occasional sound of silverware clinking against plates and drink glasses being set back down on the table. The atmosphere felt heavier than before and you couldn’t help but wonder what it was.
“So, uh...how have you been holding up?” Steve asked you tentatively. He knew the topic of your ex-boyfriend was still that of a rather sensitive one - you’d come storming through the elevator doors and gulped down half a bottle of vodka (you never drank, so this had everyone genuinely worried), before heading upstairs and taking a forty-five minute shower, then afterwards, proceeded to lock yourself in your room for the rest of the afternoon.
When you wouldn’t come down for dinner, he had to carry up your food to you and when you refused to eat, he was the one to force-feed you. When you suddenly broke down sobbing when he asked you if you were alright, he was the one who held you in your arms. He was the one who got you out of bed to bring you downstairs for some fresh air and to interact with the others, and not once during the time he was having to take care of you for, did he question any of your behavior. You were hurting and that was all that mattered. If you were hurting, he was hurting, too.
“It’s been a rough eight weeks...” you sighed, rubbing your forehead with one hand as you took a sip of wine. “Could be better, but...I’m alright. I just wish I could’ve seen that coming from the moment I went on that blind date with him.”
“What do you mean?” Steve was confused - you’d never mentioned any details of your relationship, you were a very private person, for that matter. You rarely ever opened up to anyone. “I thought you were...”
“Happy? Hell no, I don’t even know why I stayed,” you scoffed as you took another swing of your drink. “It was so easy to fall into a routine. There was this gaping hole in my heart, and...I needed it to be filled somehow. Then Agent Williams comes along, a seemingly perfect new SHIELD recruit, almost everything a girl could possibly want in a man standing right in front of me...how could I not fall for his façade? I didn’t realize it was doomed from the start until about a week into the relationship...but I held my tongue. I knew if I dared to speak up against him, he’d somehow manage to use my words against me, twist everything I said into a whole new lie...he manipulated me, day after day...yet I still didn’t leave because I genuinely believed he’d change.
“But I was wrong. I was naïve, I stayed because I was so desperate to experience true happiness that I went as far as to stay with someone I knew would do a number on my mental health in the long run. I shouldn’t have been surprised when I walked into HQs one day to drop stuff of for Coulson, to see Williams on top of someone else...in the gym. In the gym...of all places. I only didn’t blast him because I didn’t want to destroy Fury’s property. So I slapped him and left. That’s it. This whole...fling, or whatever the hell you want to call this shitty relationship, lasted only twenty-six days before everything fell apart. God, I’m so stupid - I should’ve known. I was so stupid, I’m such a horrible person for doing what-”
Steve felt his blood boil with anger. Williams had cheated on you - that’s why you’d broken up. All this time he’d been thinking that you simply fell out of love, or maybe ended it on friendlier terms - when in fact, it was anything but.
Nobody deserved to be treated this way, especially you. I could treat you much better, he thought to himself.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he said softly, reaching a hand up to wipe the stray tears that fell from your eyes. Instead of letting his hand fall back at his side right away, he let it linger there for a moment, gently stroking your cheekbone with his thumb. The feeling sent electricity up his fingers. “It’s not your fault. You’re not a bad person...he is.”
“Shit, I think our plan’s backfiring,” Peter hissed into Ned’s ear as they watched the scene unfold from the couch. “What the fuck, Ned!”
“Shh! Hold on, they’re having a really deep conversation. Let them be for a second.”
“I was stupid enough to stay, when he was giving off all the wrong signs...I should’ve listened to Tony and Nat. They knew. They knew from the moment we first got together, but I didn’t listen...”
“It’s okay. You didn’t know any better,” he reassured you, absentmindedly taking your hand in his and rubbing circles across your palm, “you just wanted to be happy. To experience that feeling that came along with being in a relationship. Frankly, I think I would’ve done the same thing.”
“And what makes me feel even worse,” your voice caught in your throat as you spoke, “...were my true intentions of staying. I wanted to be happy, I really did. But I realized I’d never achieve that with someone like him...in a way, I was using him too, I guess. Not for my personal gain or anything, not to boost my social status, like he did...he always made a point of walking around and declaring that he had an Avenger girlfriend. But...”
“But what?”
“I knew if I was in a relationship with someone, that’d prevent me from thinking about being with anyone else. Well...that plan failed...horribly.”
“...What are you saying?”
“Of course, I didn’t figure that out until not long ago...but yeah. The heart wants what it wants...and it didn’t want him.”
“Then who was it?”
Your gaze flickered down to your now-intertwined fingers. You hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “...I think you know who it is, Steve.”
“See!” Ned kicked Peter in the shin as he was in the middle of finishing off his second slice, and he winced. “It’s getting saucy!”
“Ow!”
“I think we both know,” Steve murmured.
You let out a sound that was a cross between a laugh and a sob. “I don’t know why I tried pursuing a relationship that wouldn’t fulfill me in the long run. I should’ve known it was you all along, huh? You know me like the back of your hand. For Odin’s sake, you remembered every detail of my SHIELD file, my favorite color, my exact birth date, everything there is to know about me. It’s always been you-”
“...It broke my heart to see you with someone who wasn’t me,” he said quietly.
“Then why didn’t you say anything?”
“I didn’t want you to feel like I was meddling in your love life. I know you hate it when people do that.”
“Steve-”
“I knew you weren’t as happy as you let on. I shouldn’t have stayed silent...I should’ve at least said something. I was terrified to speak up, thinking that you wouldn’t reciprocate my feelings-”
“You...you what?”
“Yeah,” he chuckled lightly, “I’m in love with you.”
Peter let out a squeak. Ned chucked a pillow at him, a giddy look on his face.
“Good news,” you laughed, “because I’m in love with you too.”
“FINALLY!” Ned whooped, unable to contain his excitement for any longer. He and Peter exchanged a fist-bump. “FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY! I can’t believe our ship finally sailed! Though I gotta be honest, I had no idea pizza could bring out people’s true feelings like that.”
“We’re geniuses!” Peter squealed, pulling out his phone.. “Oh, wait until Mr. Stark hears about this!”
Your eyes widened in realization. “Peter, don’t you dare c-”
Too late. A buzzing sound came from your phone, alerting you of a new notification, and you unlocked it to see a text from your father.
Mr. Stank😡: Took you long enough, honey. I expect a grandchild soon.
Mr. Stank😡: But I’m gonna be honest, I wouldn’t want any other man for you than Capsicle himself.
You let out a loud groan, shoving your phone back into your purse. “Oh, come on.”
A buzzing sound came from Steve’s phone as well, and he took it out of his pocket to take a look.
Stark: You better not knock her up until after you get married and then leave. I learned that lesson too late. I’m being serious when I’m telling you to treat her right - she hasn’t been the same since her mother walked out all those years ago. You make her happy, though, so I won’t try to intervene.
Stark: But if you hurt her in any way, I’ll break your face. Capiche?
Steve: ...Capiche.
“Ooh! I just got a promotion for telling him about you guys!” Peter clasped his hands together. “I’m joining you on your next group mission!”
“That’s great, Peter!” you congratulated, “but...why would he give you a promotion for...this?”
“Because he’s been waiting for this to happen for the longest time! Oh and also, your food’s getting cold.”
“We could just reheat it. Or...if you guys are still hungry, do you want to go to Olive Garden?” Steve looked over at the two teenage boys.
“YES.”
“Y/N, what about you?”
“It’s a date,” you winked. You let out a small laugh upon seeing his cheeks flush red.
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Rise of the Forest God
Chapter 1 - Bedtime Stories
"Mommy, can you tell me a story?"
The woman smiled warmly. "Of course. Which one do you want to hear?"
"A spooky one!"
"All right." She sat down in an old wooden rocking chair that comfortably nestled itself within the corner of a small bedroom, and brushed her short black hair out of her face. The snow outside the window, barely illuminated by the soft candlelight in the room, already set the tone for her story. She leaned forward. "But first you have to promise you'll close your eyes and sleep when it's finished."
The small child in the bed nodded gleefully, shuffling under it's faded blue blanket. "Will do."
"Good." The woman stroked her child's dark hair. "Have you ever heard of the Forest God?"
The child thought for a second, then furrowed it's brows. "The what?"
The woman smiled. "The Forest God. A little over a hundred years ago, here in Forest Lane, lived a girl named Alice and her husband Eustace..."
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It was a white winter's day, the pale grey sky casting it's shadow upon the landscape, and Alice's heart was beating faster at the sight of the glistening snow outside. She smiled. "Eustace, it's snowing!", she exclaimed and glanced at her husband, who lay on a carpeted wooden floor in front of a warm, roaring fire. He grinned, revealing the slight gap between his front teeth. "Walk in the woods?"
Alice chuckled softly and nodded. "Walk in the woods."
His smile widened.
They'd been married for almost a year now. Alice's father had strongly disapproved of the marriage - A blind man, living in a small, secluded village in the middle of the woods seemed so unfitting for a rich girl from London. But Alice loved him. Oh God, she loved him to death.
"Ready to go?", Eustace asked, getting up, halfway tying his long brown hair together with a ribbon. Alice smiled. "Yes."
***
"Is this going to be fluffy the entire time or is there going to be something spooky in it?", the child interrupted.
The woman laughed. "You haven't even heard everything yet, relax!"
***
"There's a snow storm coming up!", a neighbour warned the pair as they were walking hand in hand down the white street. "If I were you I wouldn't go too far!"
Eustace laughed. "Don't worry Agatha. We'll take care."
Alice snuggled up against him the best that she could, taking in his warmth. Eustace always, without a fail, had warm hands, which was absolutely wonderful in winter. "We will."
***
"When will it get spooky..."
"Don't be so impatient!"
***
The forest glistened with ice and snow, as if the landscape itself was littered with crystals. When Alice closed her eyes she could hear the snowflakes drizzling on the ground. Her hand slid into Eustace's and he squeezed it. "This is nice."
The moment seemed to last a lifetime, the pair in their own bubble, secluded from the rest of the world and whatever it had in store. It could wait, just for now.
Then, a bitter gust of wind threw Alice out of the haze. She furrowed her brows and looked to the darkening, cloudy sky. "The snow is getting heavier. Maybe we should go back."
Eustace shrugged his broad shoulders. "Alright."
The snow was, indeed, getting heavier. Though, by the time the air was heavy with a dark white blanket of fog, the pair realized they had made a mistake.
"I think we're lost," Alice finally admitted. "I can barely see anything through the snow."
"Well, barely is more than nothing- ow!"
She lightly elbowed him in the ribs and he laughed. "Don't worry, we'll make it home."
"I don't think this is the right way," Alice confessed after they'd walked down a narrow path leading through mossy old oaks. The snow was almost reaching her knees. "I don't recognize anything." She briefly let go of Eustace's hand and made a few steps towards a slender tree on the side. "I've never seen this place before." She muttered, brushing her fingertips over the rotten bark.
Then, she realised, it was quiet. Too quiet. She turned around. "Eustace?"
Suddenly she felt the colour draining from her face. He was gone. No snowy footprints leading away, no trace he had even need stood there at all. Nothing. It was as if he'd vanished into thin air.
"Eustace? If this is a joke, it's not funny, I swear-!"
No answer.
Alice started to shake. "Darling, please, I'm scared-!"
Nothing. Just the drizzling of the snow, cold and merciless.
"Eustace!", she screamed, her voice cracking in fear. There was no echo and no answer. It was perfectly quiet.
Alice felt tears running down her burning cheeks. "Please," she whispered.
It was dark by the time she found the village, alone and sobbing, her long raven hair in her face and trembling in every limb. She stumbled towards Agatha's house and weakly knocked on the door.
The door opened and the older woman peeked out. Her brown eyes widened. "Alice! Good heavens, what happened? Where's Eustace?"
Alice sobbed into her trembling palms as Agatha wrapped an arm around her shoulders, a source of warmth in the bitter winter's night. "He...he disappeared...we got lost and I let go of his hand for a moment...and when I turned back he was gone...!"
"Shh, come inside, you're as cold as death!"
"Agatha, he's all alone out there!"
"Shh, you sit down and I'll talk to my husband."
The next morning, the snow storm had passed, clearing the rolling landscape of the blanket of fog that had enveloped it the previous day. A dozen men from the village went out to the forest and searched for Eustace.
When the evening had arrived, they came back empty handed.
Months passed. Alice grew pale and quiet. A part of her still hoped her husband would return, that he may still be out there, wandering the land alone, so she waited for him on the forest's edge every evening, no matter hopeless.
In the first days of spring, when the snow had just started to melt and the flowers begun to bloom anew, a lumberjack found a body in the woods.
A small group gathered around. They immediately recognized the man. Long wavy hair, now battered and matted with old blood and stale dirt, a gap between his chipped front teeth and empty eyesockets. No question, it was Eustace.
"This is gonna break Alice's heart," Agatha mumbled softly, against the palm of her hand, unable to tear her eyes away from the body.
She was right.
Alice cried. She cried when she heard the news, she cried during the funeral, she cried the entire night after, until her eyes were red and her throat sore and hoarse. But at midnight, suddenly, she heard a soft, unsure knock on the door.
She wiped the stray tears winding down her freckled cheeks and straightened her faded emerald dress to the best of her ability. Then she went over to the door and opened it.
At first she didn't recognize him. His beautiful, honey brown hair had turned a snow white colour, and his skin just the same, only a few bluish blotches of colour remained here and there, as if he had been beaten up. There was a blindfold over his eyes and his teeth were chattering. He was trembling in every limb.
"Eustace?" Tears once again welled in Alice's eyes. Though, for once, no longer from the sorrow that had plagued her for so long. He nodded shakily.
And then she launched herself forward and threw her arms around his thin frame. She cried into his dusty, stained shirt. "You're alive!"
***
"That.... sounds rather suspicious."
"Shush, don't interrupt me."
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Not just a Monster
Warning: blood, violence
5: A helping hand
( Scenes in this story from the show will change a little for it to fit in with my character's plot)
I pushed on the door trying to get it to open but it wouldn't budge. It must have been locked. I banged on it to one of their attention.
It must have worked because a younger girl came noticing me. She a was quickly unlocked it and pulled the door open. But the look on her face seemed Scares.
It was probably because It seemed like I came from a murder scene. As I stepped forward she backed away holding up a Machete that she had possibly picked up I doubt she could use it.
Telling by how bad her hands were shaking. Taking my attention away I saw a Familiar tongue as it Searches for its next victim. Blood dripped from it as it busted through a locker door a man had picked up to block the monsters from coming in but not every part of it.
Taking the machete from the girl's hand I gripped it running over there to help it get away from the ground of people that was still holding back the wailing woman.
Bringing the long sharp blade up I brought it down cutting the monster's tongue in half. The impact of the hit sent blood flying in all directions.
The guy that was standing next to the locker had gotten it on his round glasses and face. While I got it in my eyes.
The tongue monsters Shrieks could be heard. As its tongue rejected back into its mouth. I kicked the rest of the cut-off tongue away as it made a slimy trail.
It was still for a minute everyone panting until the woman that was on her knees and crying spoke up. Her chest heaved up and deep like she was hyperventilating.
" it's all your fault!" The woman got up, I didn't get what she meant by that until I saw out the entrance a young girl laid dead on the ground that must have been her daughter.
" I should've gone out!" She went up to the guys hitting his chest as She drew more heavy sobs. " It's your fault.... you killed her!" The woman kept repeating as the rest stayed quiet.
Continuing to hit the guy. But it was like he wasn't listening like he was in a daze or something. Keeping the Machete that was in my hand I walked away but got stopped by a few gasps a old short man that had a wrinkly face came up to me.
" what the hell was that?!" The short man shouted, I frowned wondering why he was yelling at me knowing I expanded their lives. " some thanks would be appreciated?" I bumped into his shoulder going to get some Furniture to block the entrance.
He seemed taken back by my words and gesture. And followed me, " where did you come from looking like that did you kill someone?" The old man kept asking me annoying questions.
" honey, she just helped us leave the girl alone." An old lady in blue with curly hair asked that must have been her husband I feel sorry for her. " the man on the speaker asked survivors to come down didn't he?"
I turned to look at the nosy-ass man. He just grumbled going over to his wife saying fat ass cow. This angered me knowing what it was like being called names like that.
Look who's talking I mumbled. I went near the back, looking I found a lounge chair and pushed it to the front. I knew everyone had their eyes on me except the lady that lost her daughter that was being comforted by a woman with a white Pomeranian.
Knowing my action that all began to do what I was doing. Even stacking the plastic crates up against the rolling steel doors. The guy with the round glasses was still in a daze.
I followed him helping pick up a door. " It's not your fault you know," I said, not knowing how to handle this. " I bet you Kept her from going so she wouldn't be killed. Am I right?" I questioned.
But he still wouldn't talk, I wasn't good at trying to comfort people especially people I didn't know. Biting my lip I stayed quiet and just continued with what we were doing.
Going back-and-forth carrying heavy stuff the woman with the Pomeranian and the old lady in blue was talking. Finishing up with a conversation they were having.
I heard the woman's name that lost her daughter was Cha Jin-ok. I frowned as she sat on the ground in despair. Going over to my duffel bag I took out a pack of tissues and brought them over to her.
It took a few minutes for the woman to notice me but when she did she glanced up. Bringing my hand forward I Motioned for her to take the pack of tissues.
I saw tears drop from her eyes as she pondered on if she should take them. But she eventually did opening the pack taking one of the white, soft, paper.
Wiping off her face with them I smiled when she gave me a nod of thanks. She was about to give them back but I shook my head. " keep them, you need them more than me."
That's was all I said but she stopped me before I left. " you might want to wash up?" I frowned, " Pardon?" not getting what she was talking about but then remembered I was covered in blood.
"Oh," I pointed to myself and laughed " we're are the restroom?" Lifting her shaking fingers pointed behind me. I bowed and left. As I was passing the restroom that had an ugly shade of green tile there was a conversation coming from the guys' room.
I wouldn't normally stop in and Eavesdrop on someone's conversation but it was about me. Getting closer I listened carefully.
" so do you think she's infected?" A young voice said I didn't recognize it. Well, I only know three voices here and that's all. " I don't know but I hope that fat pig is so she can get thrown out!"
I recognized the voice it was from that grumpy old man. " I've never seen her here? She had come out from the back, not the stairs there are no apartments back there just store she had to come out from outside." He kept speaking.
" if any are found infected they should be thrown out, and–" I left before he could finish his sentence. My palms in fist from anger.
He doesn't know what it is like to be infected waiting on if when you're going to turn into a hideous monster. At any given time And try to survive out there All alone I bet he couldn't do it he would die in minutes!
I stormed into the lady's room going to the sink. I was so shocked when I saw myself. My face was nothing but covered in blood, sweat, and ash feeling it was all smeared and dried up.
Maybe I should go, knowing I was infected I shouldn't stay here if the others are clean I don't want to risk humanity's safety for what little it is left.
I signed, Turing on the knob of Cold Water and pumping some soap in my hands. I Scrubbed my skin hard until it was nothing but red and raw. Finishing up I dried my face with a brown paper towel.
There was no telling when I would have another nosebleed? Thinking I should have taken the rest of the issues paper from the woman I grabbed a few sheets from the paper Towel dispensers did stuff them in my pockets.
Walking out I passed the guy with the round glasses he was holding his stomach in pain. I would ask if he was alright but he would just ignore me it still looked like he was dazed though.
Walking back to the front I noticed the door that had locker compartments, chairs, and dresser blocking it that must have been one of the Entrances coming-down from the stairs.
The doorknob rattled Indicating someone was behind there But why was it blocked off if they wanted the survivors to come down?
The man on the speakers probably wanted them to take the elevator instead since it was working. I'm still surprised this place had power and running water.
I hurried over to the door pushing and pulling things away trying to let the person in when I was halfway done when there were a loud thud and an ear-piercing scream.
I had jumped but wasn't surprised knowing the Situation we were all in. It was probably a monster attacking somebody. I hurried to search for my Machete picking it up I ran back to the door Swinging it open.
Ready to attack but stopped seeing a girl covering her face as she was staring at somethings I followed her terrified gaze and my heart stopped.
There laid a teenage boy on the floor unconscious or dead as his blood crept out through his clothes creating a puddle. He was holding some advanced Speer in his hands.
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Shauni x Reader
Summary: Shauni and Eddie’s first date but your Eddie.
Warnings: Light cursing?
(Baywatch Season 1)
Your first date with Shauni was going better than you could imagine. The pier fair (I don't know what it's called.) was the perfect place for a first date. You won Shauni a stuffy from one of the booths and couldn't be prouder of yourself. You both had gotten hungry and were on your way to eat when Shauni said that she had to use the bathroom. You nodded your head, grabbed the stuffy you got her, and stood near the armor car where a little girl was getting her pictures taken. You stood off a little to the side, so you weren't in the girls picture before hearing a weird sound and watch as the pier breaks under the truck, throwing it and it's contents forwards. You react immediately and help grab the truck to try and stop it from slipping further. "We need to get her out of there!" Some guy yells as he holds the mother back from doing anything stupid. You almost roll your eyes at his obvious statement and start reaching your hand out for the little girl. "C'mon sweetie, just reach for my hand." The little girl just shakes her head in fear and doesn't move (If you have watched Baywatch and seen this episode, the little girl had me mad, she couldn't reach out her hand but could climb over two people... like... what???).
"I have to go in there." You say to Garner, who always seems to be the only police man around. "That could cause it to tip!" "It's the only way she's getting out of there!" Garner nods at you and calls a bunch of people to help hold the truck as you climb in slowly. With your body now halfway in, you reach your hand out again and ask the girl to reach her hand out. The little girl shakes her hand again. You mentally face palm at her unwillingness to move and climb in farther. Once your fully in, you hear Shauni call your name from behind you. You turn to look back for a quick second, to see Shauni standing at the door to the car with worry on her face. You give her a quick reassuring smile before looking back at the girl. "Okay all you have to do now is stick your hand out. My friend here..." You motion to Shauni to help you and she climbs in the truck too (Because logic right?). "Will pull you out the rest of the way okay?" This time the girl finally nods and reaches her hand out and you grab it. You help pull the girl over you and hand her off to Shauni. When the girl is finally out, you look over to Shauni, "Okay start slowly back---" You get cut off by a loud creak before feeling the truck start falling. Before you can even think to scream, your head slams against the back wall and you feel something large crush your ribs before passing out.
Y/n... Y/n. Y/n! Your eyes open slowly and you look to your left to see Shauni, face wet and full of worry and fear. You attempt to shift some to try and comfort her before groaning in pain. "Don't move too much. The safe landed right on top of you." You look down to see the safe sitting on your lap and pushed up against your stomach. "Oh... What happened?" "The truck fell and we're sitting against the bottom of the ocean right now. Luckily we're just off the pier and the ground isn't too deep. Unluckily, the truck is filling with water." You watch as Shauni starts playing with her finger, a nervous habit you picked up on after pining for her for 6 months. You grab her hand and rub her knuckles, "It's okay, before you know it Mitch or Jill will be here to save us." Shauni, who now has tears in her eyes, chuckles a little. "Shouldn't I be reassuring you. You're the one with a safe on you." You let go of her hand and rub your hand against her cheek. "It's fine, I think I'm too numb right now to feel the pain." Your statement causes Shauni to grab your hand and give it a squeeze. "C'mon let's get this safe off of you incase the water gets too high." You nod your head in agreement before you start pushing on the safe. After a few minutes, you were getting worried. The water was now reaching up to your neck. "Why isn't it moving!?" Shauni asks with tear in her eyes, still desperately pushing against the safe. "How long has it been?" You say as you throw your head back against the wall.
You look over at Shauni to see her in tears. "Hey, hey, hey... It's gonna be okay. How about once we get out of this, we redo our first date... Far away from the beach." Shauni lets out watery chuckle at your joke. "Sure but I get to--" Shauni looks over at you and screams your name. "Y/n!" She starts pushing at the safe harder to try and get it off. Your head was now full submerged under water and there was no way for you to get air. (In the show Shauni breathes into Eddie's mouth but like... She's just giving him CO2, so I don't know how that works.) Shauni keeps pushing the safe, hoping to push it of or somehow slid you out from under it. Her attempts get more and more desperate as the water gets higher and fewer bubbles from you rise to the top. "Come on... Come on!" The water gets high enough that the safe starts to float and she can finally push it off you. She grabs you by your shoulders and pulls you above the water. She can't really lay you down to perform cpr, so she makes sure your airway is clear and starts the Heimlich maneuver. Before she can even get a second squeeze in, the doors to the truck open and the current of water sucks you out of her hands and into the hands of Mitch and the other life guards.
Jill (I don't think she is actually in that episode) comes over to the truck once the guys pick you up and lay you down a little ways away. Jill pulls Shauni from the truck and into a hug. Shauni instantly starts sobbing, trying to explain everything in between breathes and hiccups. Jill is trying her hardest to calm Shauni down while also keeping her back to you as the guys try and resuscitate you. "C'mon... C'mon..." Jill keeps mumbling over and over again. Jill finally watches as you suddenly lean over and cough out tons of water. "Oh my god." Jill says as she lets out a breath of relief. "Look... Look..." Jill says as she slowly turns Shauni around to see you getting carried to a stretcher, fully conscious. Shauni almost starts crying again in relief before sprinting over to you, pushing through the other life guards and slams her lips into yours. Your surprised to say the least and open your eyes. Once you see blonde hair, you realize it's Shauni and close your eyes and kiss back. When you both finally pull away, you blush hard seeing the other life guards all smirking at you. You just shake your head and put your face into your hands to hide the blush as you get loaded into the ambulance. You ask the paramedics to let Shauni ride in the back with you, to which they agree to after seeing your... little (?) display of affection. After a few minutes of silence with Shauni playing with your fingers, you speak up.
"We definitely need a redo first date... far away from the beach."
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