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kaiba-cave · 3 months ago

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Guys. I had a crazy day earlier. 😭 Me and my mom went to get food and once we got it we were just sitting in my car for a minute when we saw this guy stumbling down the street. And at first we were just watching him like “ah, so sad, another drug addict on something”.

But this dude freaking collapsed on the side of the road. On his back, arms out, not moving. He was OUT. So we were like uh. We should call 9-1-1 probably?

I called 9-1-1 and I don’t know why but I wasn’t expecting the dispatcher to want me to check on the guy (I don’t know why I didn’t think that like, duh they’d want you to check) so we got out of the car and I went over to him and yeah, he was completely out. No response at all to anything.

And I am NOT the type of person to take charge doing anything. Usually I would’ve even made my mom call 9-1-1. But for some reason I started talking when the dispatcher answered and once I got out to check on the guy I was just focused in on trying to do what the dispatcher told me.

Dispatcher told me to watch his chest super carefully and put my hand near his nose/mouth to see how often he was breathing. And I was like. I don’t think he IS breathing. I could feel a super fast heartbeat but his chest wasn’t rising and I didn’t feel any air. The dispatcher was starting to walk me through how to do CPR, like I had my hands on him to start chest compressions when this guy ran over out of nowhere like “I’M AN EMT, MOVE!” and he took over the chest compressions. Thank god.

Before the EMT got there the dude on the ground was making this weird gargling/gasping noise and I couldn’t think of what it was called at the time but I’ve listened to enough true crime/911 call podcasts to know that it’s BAD. The type of breaths you take when you’re dying. The EMT guy called it agonal breathing after and I was like yes, I knew it was bad I just couldn’t remember what it was called.

But when the actual ambulance got there they said he had a pulse, so thank god for that guy. If I had to do it myself I don’t know if he would’ve had one tbh. I know how hard it is to do chest compressions, how tiring it is and how hard you have to actually press for it to work properly. Hard enough that you can sometimes break ribs doing it. But I’ve never taken a class or anything for it so I was freaked out. I was going to try, but holy crap.

My mom on the other hand was running around like a chicken with its head cut off, lmao. The dispatcher told me to ask someone to get a defibrillator if I could, so I told my mom to go to the pharmacy that we were close to and ask them, so off she went and after that I was so focused on the dispatcher and doing what he was saying that I don’t even know where my mom was for most of it. I think she went into like three different stores before anyone else bothered to come help and by then the ambulance was there.

And when he first fell, this guy had two friends walking with him. They literally just ignored him and kept walking. I saw one random guy just walk right past him. Another one walked up to him and sort of smacked him in the face but when he got no response he just left. So by then we were on the phone with 911 and getting out of the car to check on him.

I think eventually one of his friends came back? I guess, because he had a big cup of water from the 7/11 and he was pouring it over the guy’s face and kept repeating to me “I told him not to do that stuff, I told him not to do that, I only did some weed but I told him not to do that stuff”. But I was basically ignoring him because I was trying to listen to the dispatcher who I had on speakerphone. And by the time the ambulance came that guy was long gone, so I guess it was his “friend”, but he wasn’t gonna stick around to talk to the EMTs or the cops. That’s the main reason I’m sure it was an overdose. Plus this guy was maybe mid-20s. He wasn’t like an old man that maybe had a heart attack or something. Like I know that stuff can happen to young people but… no.

Anyway, I made sure to thank that random EMT guy before he left because damn. Lucky he was there.

Once it was over and I was back in my car I was trying not to cry, I think just from the adrenaline lol. It’s so weird like as it’s happening, it’s like you’re in your own world. I didn’t know where my mom was and didn’t care, I wasn’t listening to that guy, I was just focused in on listening to the dispatcher. It didn’t even feel like it took that long for the ambulance to get there, which in that situation you would think usually it would feel like they’re taking forever even if they aren’t, but by the time I heard the sirens I thought “wow they got here fast”.

We can get free NARCAN kits from pharmacies here too. Every time I get my prescriptions I see the sign there that says to ask about their free NARCAN kits and I always think about it but never do. Well now I’m going to. Because it would’ve been handy to have today.

I hope dude ends up okay. It’s sad how many people just ignored him while dude was literally dying on the side of the road. And yes, me and my mom assumed he was a drug addict too because of how he was stumbling around before he fell. But damn, I wasn’t going to just leave him there and drive away when we watched it happen. :/ It’s like some people just think eh another druggie, leave him be. He was also obviously not okay, it wasn’t like he was sitting against the building half asleep or something so you could maybe think he’s just high or whatever. He went down on the side of the road and you could tell it was bad. And like I said before, he looked maybe 25. He was young, he had a skateboard with him. And when the ambulance got there, they didn’t even seem to be in a rush when they got out. Like they were so used to this type of call it was just another normal day to them. 🙁

Anyway. After that we all just went about our days. Don’t even know what his name was but hopefully he makes it.

#text #long post #did not expect this when going to get a sub today #we don’t even go to that city very often we just wanted to go to this particular sub shop #and just so happened to be there still when he collapsed

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lacontroller1991 · 1 year ago

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WHUMPTOBER 2023

ITS SPOOKY SEASON BITCHES AND YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS???? WHUMPTOBER

Main Master List

SOOOOO I am giving it a go again this year. That being said, I don't have all the days planned out and I might not post on all of the days, but the ones I do have planned out I do plan on posting. So HUGE SHOUTOUT to @ailesswhumptober for supplying the prompts I will be using this year.

They are as follows:

1) Drugged/Sick/Poisoned (Sub: Bloody Knuckles) - Johnny Lawrence

You got in a fight for your life and the only thing you could think about is going to the comfort of your sensei, unknowing of your wounds.

2) Overworked/Insomnia/Exhaustion - Ernest Lawrence

Lawrence has been working very long and very hard hours to produce the first nuclear bomb. Long enough hours to forget a very important celebration.

3) Sensory Deprivation/Overstimulation/Isolation - Ed Baldwin

Being on the moon by yourself is tricky as is, dealing with the loss of you however? It’s downright insufferable.

4) Hiding an Injury/Betrayal/Lying - N/A

5) Hostage/Kidnapping/Held at Gunpoint - Roman Sionis

With you now being known as Roman Sionis’s girlfriend, you becomes an easy target.

6) Conditioning/Mind Control/Forced to Hurt Someone - N/A

7) Flatline/Restrained/CPR - Rick Flag

Rick and you have always had prank competitions, but this year, you take it a little too far.

8) Panic Attacks/Dissociation/Seizure - Gordo Stevens

You wait at the restaurant for 30 minutes and are very irritated that Gordo doesn’t show up. Deciding to give him a piece of your mind, you go to his house only to find that Gordo is in the middle of a panic attack.

9) Scar Reveal/Interrogation/Presumed Dead - N/A

10) Branding/Scarring/Collar - N/A

11) Fainting/Paralyzed/Adrenaline - Ernest Lawrence

Feeling the buzz of finally completing the first nuclear bomb, Lawrence comes home to you and fucks you.

12) Self Harm/Sacrifice/Character Death - Gordo Stevens

After a night of heavy drinking, Gordo reflects on his life and how pathetic he has become. Wanting to hurt himself but not go through with it, he calls you, who he knows will help out.

13) Earthquake/Flood/Crushed - N/A

14) Bleeding through the bandage/Field Medicine/No Anesthesia - N/A

15) Experimentation/Muzzle/Transformation - Jonathan Crane

You decide to be a test subject for his new toxin.

16) Amputation/Chronic Pain/Hospital - N/A

17) Hypothermia/Heat Stroke/"You Look a Little Pale" - J. Robert Oppenheimer

In which the detonation of the atomic bomb is successful but the one person who should be celebrating isn’t looking too hot.

18) Fever/Vomiting/Warm Soup - Gordo Stevens

Gordo survived Jamestown but at what cost?

19) Taken for Granted/Left Behind/”Why wasn’t I enough?” - Stephen Holder

Holder is smitten by a fellow detective and so he does all of your paperwork at your request. Linden confronts Holder about this behavior but Holder deflects it. When he goes to ask you out, you reject, leaving a heartbroken Holder.

20) Dehumanization/Stockholm Syndrome/Master and Servant - N/A

21) Blood Loss/Shock/Near Death Experience - Gordo Stevens

Follows the events of season 2 where instead of Ed’s plane catching on fire, Gordo’s plane catches on fire and he’s forced to eject, causing him to land in the middle of the ocean. You are nearly devastated, Gordo has never felt more alive.

22) Whipping/Punishment/Stress position - N/A

23) Begging/”Take me Instead”/Forced to Watch - N/A

24) Failed Escape/Hunted Down/Too exhausted to keep running - N/A

25) Nightmares/Flashback/”Why didn’t you save me?” - Joe Pickett

In which Joe has recurrent nightmares about his childhood and you try to help him.

26) Magical Exhaustion/Curse/Came Back Wrong - N/A

27) Forgotten/Locked Away/Immortal - N/A

28) Whumpee Hair Pulling/Oxygen Deprivation/Sweating - N/A

29) “The easy or the hard way?”/Bargaining/Force To Choose - Obi Wan Kenobi

Maul is holding both you and the Duchess Satine Hostage and forces Kenobi to choose one, the woman he “loves” or the woman he loved.

30) Possession/Mind Games/Coma - Rick Flag

The Enchantress control’s Rick’s mind and knowing Rick’s connection with you, his best friend, the Enchantress decides to get rid of you.

31) PTSD/Headaches/Crying - N/A

If you guys have any thoughts about the ones I have unnamed, please send me an Ask or DM if you would like to see someone in that slot!!!!

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yearningagain · 1 year ago

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don't let me drown

[PART ONE], PART TWO

so i had this thought and decided to elaborate on it, but i ended up having 1.5k words and i'm not even a third of the way done :,) so pls let me know if this would be something you guys would like more of!! this is my first time posting writing here except for a few snippets, so pls be nice but constructive criticism is welcome!

ft. modern au, Single(Seahorse)Dad!Eddie, SwimInstructor!Steve

Eddie Munson didn't know how to swim. Growing up in landlocked states while despising every swimsuit he was ever presented with, it just made sense. He didn't need to know how to swim, there was no reason for it, and he was perfectly fine with it.

Until Max.

Specifically, until Max decided, after watching the 2020 Olympic swimming, that she was going to be an olympic swimmer. She kept bugging Eddie, begging him to sign her up for swim lessons with all the umph a six year old could muster.

And Eddie was a weak willed man, especially when it comes to his daughter. So he said yes.

Eddie spent the next week and a half researching the best swim instructors around, googling and calling and looking at reviews. Eventually, he settled for the Hawkins Aquatic Center. With it being relatively close, a 20 minute drive at most, and having the best reviews out of any and all other pools in the area, it was a clear winner.

So that Tuesday, while Max was at day camp, Eddie made the call.

“Hawkins Aquatic Center, this is Robin! How can I help you today?” One of the bubbliest voices Eddie had ever heard answered the phone, immediately putting him a little more at ease.

“Hi, I was looking to set my daughter up for some swim lessons?” He asked, hoping Robin didn't pick up on his slight nervousness.

“Of course! I just need a little information. Her name, age and birthday, and skill level is what I need now, and I’ll ask for some more information about you once we schedule.”

“Yeah, for sure. Her name is Maxine Munson, but everyone calls her Max. She’s six, her birthday is June 14th, 2014. She doesn't really… know how to swim?” As he gave her the information, his nerves almost doubled. He couldn't swim, he wouldn't be able to practice with her! What if she drowns? What if something happens? What if-

“Alright, Mr. Munson, I’m assuming?” Robin asked sweetly, interrupting his spiral.

“Uh- yeah that's- that’s me. You can just call me Eddie. Eddie Munson, at your service! Ha! Sorry, that was, like, super lame.” He cringed at his antics, but a bubbly laugh filled the phone.

“Got it, Eddie! So from the information you’ve given to me, it seems like it’ll be best to put her in our beginners class for kids under 7. We typically have two instructors that rotate throughout the week, but one of them is on paternity leave, so she’ll only be with Coach Harrington. There's two options for this class. Twice a week, on Tuesdays and Thursdays from 4 to 5:30 in the afternoon, or three times a week, on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays 5 to 6:30 in the afternoon. Do either of those work for you?”

Eddie hesitated. He knew how much enthusiasm Max had about swimming, but he was nervous about taking her so often. But the more time she can get in the water, the more she’ll practice. Plus first grade homework isn't terrible, so she’ll be able to continue when school starts up again.

“Eddie? You still with me?” Robin asked. He must have taken too long to answer.

“Yeah, sorry! Just, uh, just thinking.” He replied lamely.

Robin seemed to catch on to his anxiety. “A lot of parents are nervous about teaching their kids how to swim, I get it! But Steve, or Coach Harrington I should say, is the best in the area. He’s been an instructor here for a few years and loves it. There’s always lifeguards on duty and all of our staff are trained in basic first aid and CPR. Parents are always welcome to sit in on lessons as well, there's seating in the instructional pool area. Max will be in great hands!”

Eddie took a breath. Robin's ramblings helped put him at ease, knowing all of the precautions the center takes to keep everyone safe.

“Thank you so much, Robin. I think three times a week will work best, Max has been bugging me for weeks! I know she’ll be ecstatic when I tell her I signed her up.” Eddie can already picture her reaction, grinning and hopping around in excitement.

“Sounds great, Eddie! I can guarantee she’ll love it. So now I just need to ask you a few questions! I just need your email, the best phone number to reach you at, an emergency contact other than you, and we can get her all set!” Eddie breathed a sigh of relief, giving her the information she asked for.

“Alright, we’ve got her in the system! You guys can come in any time this week for a tour of the place and meet Coach Harrington, but her first lesson will be next Monday, August 10th. We do ask that she brings goggles, but we have extras in case she forgets them. Do you have any other questions for me?”

Taking a second to think, Eddie replied. “I think we’ve got everything covered. Thank you, Robin. I really appreciate your help!”

“It’s really no problem! If you do think of any questions you may have, you can always ask when you tour, or call us! We look forward to seeing you!”

All that was left to do was to invest in a good swimsuit, some goggles, and tell Max.

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“Hey, stinker! How was camp today?” Eddie asked as Max climbed in the car and got herself situated in her seat.

“It was great! We did finger paintings ‘n played on the playground! There was a worm on the slide and Lucas was too afraid to touch it, so I got it ‘n brought it to the grass!” Max beamed at her father, showing her gap toothed smile. “I’m gonna bring home the art tomorrow, but Miss Joyce said we have to let it dry tonight. I did a picture of us!”

Eddie laughed lightly at his daughter's antics, smiling right back at her. “Sounds like today was fun, bug! I do have a little surprise for you when we get home though, okay?”

That got Max’s attention quickly, asking all sorts of questions about it. Eddie simply smiled at her and turned up the music, an old The Cure CD playing on the radio system. As the volume rose, all Eddie could hear was an exasperated “Daaaaaad!” from the back seat.

The ride home was short and sweet, the ending of Friday I’m in Love fading out as they pulled into the driveway. As soon as the car stopped, Max unbuckled and sprinted towards the door, abandoning her backpack and lunchbox.

“I know you're excited, Max, but you have to come get your stuff!” Eddie called out as he exited the driver's seat. The sound of her Skechers on the concrete and her small giggles approaching before receding back to the front door where she bounced on her feet in a poor attempt of patience.

Eddie sighed and shook his head, a small smile playing at his lips as he unlocked the front door. Immediately, Max ran inside, throwing her stuff on the couch and turning to her father expectantly.

“Where is it? What is it? Can I know now?” She asked, her little body practically vibrating in excitement and anticipation.

Eddie laughed warmly, dramatically rolling his eyes. “I guess you can know now, since you’ve been so patient.” Max snorted at his sarcasm, eyes going crinkly at the corners. “Go look in your room, love.”

And with that, she was off. Running as fast as her little legs could take her, not minding her dad’s warnings to not run in the house. Practically tearing her bedroom door off its hinges, she rushed into her room. Sat in a neat pile on her bed was a small black and red one piece swimsuit, a pair of black goggles, and a print out of the confirmation email from the Hawkins Aquatic Center.

Finally catching up and leaning on her door frame, Eddie quietly asked, “What do you think?”

It’s a miracle the neighbours didn't call the cops that day.

All of Max’s excitement and happiness seemed to explode out of her, letting out one of the loudest screams he had ever heard. Before he could blink, the small child tackled Eddie into a crushing hug, jumping onto him like a koala.

“Really? You’re for real?” She asked, pulling her head back from the embrace to look at her dad, unshed tears threatening to escape from her eyes.

“I’m for real, baby. I promise.”

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #stranger things steve #eddie munson #stranger things eddie #theo's silly little brain #modern au #modern #single dad eddie #singledad!eddie munson #swim instructor steve #swiminstructor!steve harrington #robin buckley is the best #trans eddie munson #that will be important at some point #max mayfield #maxine mayfield #max munson

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meetinginsamarra · 1 year ago

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Whumptober Day 25 "they're not breathing"

“You know,” after a while John continued, this time focusing his teary eyes on Sherlock, “Mrs Hudson found Mary’s recording. She had understood how you tick so much better than anyone else. Mycroft had been there in 221b as well and he had been utterly clueless about your real motivation for doing all this. It should have been funny to see him like this but it actually scared the hell out me.” John took a deep breath. “Mrs Hudson made me watch the video. Mary told you to go to hell in order to save me and I suddenly understood that you have done exactly what she demanded of you. Had I not heard what Mary had planned for you, and me, I would not have come back to the hospital to rescue you. You would dead now. For real.”

“It’s OK, John. It’s over.” Sherlock croaked, shaken by John’s inner torment.

John sniffed. “These minutes it took me to rush to the hospital were possibly the worst in my life. With every second ticking by I prayed that I would not be too late.”

Reaching out with one trembling hand, Sherlock grabbed John’s arm, tugging softly. His voice wavering, Sherlock stressed, “But in the end, you still returned. You saved me after all, John. The result is the same. You could have come earlier and have avoided the choking maybe but I am alive and that’s the only thing that counts. At least for me.”

“When I arrived, I was afraid to death that I’d be too late just like back then when you stood on this cursed roof. Smith had just killed you, Sherlock!” John cried out. “I saw the heart rate monitor and you were not breathing! You were fucking dead and it was all my fault again. When I performed CPR, I swore that if you survived, I would talk to you for real this time, say what I feel, not just babble to your gravestone.”

“And you did, John. You did it good.”

“Yeah, it feels good, too.”

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find the fic on AO3 HERE

chapter 5 "Explanation" (prompts 20-23) is up now!

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Please tell me if anybody wants to get tagged or untagged (just say it, I won’t get mad).

@helloliriels @calaisreno @7-percent @lisbeth-kk @peageetibbs @gaylilsherlock @totallysilvergirl @alexisnoir @blogstandbygo @jobooksncoffee @missdeliadili @kabubsmagga @mary-johnlocked @vaticancameos221 @kestrelwing64 @sabsi221b @jelly-of-many-ships

#whumptober 2023 #no.25 #they're not breathing #Sherlock #fic #my sherlock fanfics #slowly suffocating

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discotitsposts · 7 months ago

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epilogue i. season 7

it’s thunderstorming outside yayyy

spoilers for ep

this is sad

IS THIS THE ONE WHERE REID GOES IN THE WATER

penelope in hotch office

JJ looks so good

reid watching rossi

rossi never takes longer than 17 minutes to turn a page

extrapolating probabilities. bro speaking another language

why oh why do i watch this show while eating.

especially while eating a bologna sandwich

the area means something to the unsub

1016 yes

isn’t he drowning them and then doing cpr

GARCIAS OUTFIT IS SO CUTE

FASTER THAN A HOTCH ROCKET

doesn’t one of the girls get left behind

HES TAKING THE GAS OUT OF THE WATER SCOOTER

what’s it called

jet ski i think

handsome spencer as usual 🤭emily looks gorgeous too

having bi panic rn

DO NOT GO WITH THE GUY

damn it she went with him

ISNT THIS ALL BC THIS GUY WANTS TO KNIWVWHAT HAPPENES WHEN U DIE

this strawberry soda is delicious

hotch looks rlly good

omg doesn’t the mom almost die

that’s so sad about rossi’s ex wife

REID STOP BEING SO FINE UR GONNA KILL ME

the cardigan🤭😫

i will make hipaa my bitch😭 GARCIA PLS

ugh why is everyone so hot

me just staring at reid’s beautiful eyes

dude he has her in the trunk

“did you see the light” yeah the bright ass sun behind ur big head dude

hottest fbi agents period

REID AND PRENTISS SHARING THEIR DEATH EXPERIENCES

he may be a man of science but he could be my science man😫

reid seeing light and prentiss seeing dark is sad :(

“You actually died” REID STOP IM GONNA CRY

nah this man couldn’t have got me i can swim so i would have swam away like a fishie bye motherfucker

me when reid speaks

“come and get me u son of a bitch” lol come and get it na na na na na na na na

spencer running god i love this man so much

the vest 😫

mans ran towards the light

haha they saved him

wet spencer wet spencer wet spencer yes pls!

OH MY GOD THE WAY SPENVER SAID UR UNDER ARREST. YES SIR PLS ARREST ME ILL DO ANYTHING

wait the hotel room rossi’s ex wife is in the number is 118 lol (9-1-1 reference)

oh no this is sad :(

NOO

awww rossi at her grave

OH MT GOD THEY HAD A SON WHO DIED??? I DONT REMEMBER THIS

the end

#criminal minds #spencer reid #mgg #criminal minds rewatch #matthewgraygubler

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hughungrybear · 1 year ago

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Me watching Dangerous Romance Ep 5:

1. Wow. Grandma IS aware of Kanghan's issue with his dad. Good for grandma giving Kang the motivation (and inspiration) he needed to improve himself. 😊

2. Kanghan and Sailom testing the bounciness of the bed. I kennat 😂😂😂

3. Oooh, share bathroom and connected bedrooms. So many dirty thoughts forming already lol 😅😅😅

4. Grandma using Kanghan's old shirt to fix Sailom's bag and selling Kang every chance she gets. If she isn't a shipper, I will lose my sh*t 😅😅😅

5. Sailom, why are you behaving like a blushing maiden? But Kanghan, why are you stripping? 🤣🤣🤣

6. Gods, if I was the driver, the bickering at the back will definitely piss me off lol It's hard enough to concentrate on the road

7. Oh, so June (Nabdao) is a trainee teacher? Man, I don't like romance between student and teacher (even if she is a trainee). On the other hand, Pimpah looks fascinated already.

8. What's with Kanghan and his propensity to phone snatching (only applicable to Sailom's device)? 😅

9. Ah, Engineering. Should have known since this is a BL lol But Kanghan not having a dream is just plain sad.

10. The fvck, Kanghan? It's cute he still thinks he likes Pimfah more than just a friend. But I also just love Sailom's sassiness and turning the sh*t around on Kanghan. Introvert, my ass lol.

11. Saifah calling his little brother out lol But I think it hurt my soul a little when Kanghan seemingly not notice Sailom's getup. Also, Pimfah scoring an unintentional date with Teacher Nabdao is smooooth.

12. Well, that lasted about 5 seconds. But seriously, only 20,000 baht a month for engineering jobs? Damn and here I thought earning only 30,000/mo in my home country's currency as a Science grad is effing laughable.

13. Hmm, there are hints of Sailom getting a uni scholarship abroad in future eps.

14. Whaddya mean it's scary? The bearded dragon looked cute. Although, pooping on Kanghan's shirt ain't cool lol

15. Oh, Teacher Nabdao, as much as I agree with you on Sailom's future his present does not allow him to quit being Kanghan's tutor. Romance aside, he cannot afford to lose this job if he wants to save himself from the loan sharks.

16. I'm sure, after some time, both Kanghan and Sailom will be aware that they are wearing a couple's shirt lol.

17. Uhm, pretty sure everybody else is still pumping their partner's chest, Kang. Just CPR, no mouth-to-mouth resuscitation happening in this open house 😳🫣

18. Guy and Nava. Just literally kiss (each other) and make up lol.

19. Oh, so Sailom originally wanted to be a musician/performer, but due to financial reasons, chose Engineering instead? 😭

20. Kang, you do realise this performance fully demolishes your claim that Sailom is introverted lol Also, where is Pimfah? Did she sneak away to find Teacher Nabdao? 😅 <after a few seonds> oh, nvm, there she is in the audience.

21. And here I thought for a hot minute the Kang forgotten Pimfah. Ah, gods dammit.

22. Wait, I'm confused. Does Pimfah like Sailom??? When? How? Why??? 😭😭😭 This is a love triangle that I didn't expect nor need 😶‍🌫️

I hope the preview kiss is not Kanghan trying to prevent the (im)possible romance between Sailom and Pimfah 😑

#dangerous romance #dangerous romance ep 5 #kanghansailom #kanghan x sailom #kangsailom #perthchimon #perth tanapon #chimon wachirawit

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kaitlynpcallmebeepme · 3 years ago

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Two hearts beat as one

Spencer Reid x Fem!reader

Idea: Spencer x reader friends to lovers based the idea off of a blurb from @rintsuru where Reid shows the reader a magic trick where he writes something on a card and shows it to the rest of the team (they know he likes you) and shuffles the deck and pulls out not their cards and then says something like its behind your ear and then that's when the reader pulls the card out and reads will you go on a date with me. Reid frames that card in glass later.

Add a part where spencer just loves how she thinks of random things, after she gets shown the card and answers she says, you know the doctor had 2 hearts, how do you think cpr would work on him

Requested: Nope. @halloween-is-my-nationality This was the Spencer idea I had that I said I would write.

Author’s Note: Ok, 12 hour night shifts aren’t terrible, for me at least. It’s just bad when I either have not gotten sleep the night before or I have to do something the morning I get off. I’m currently 7 hrs after getting off my night shift and I’m not tired enough to go to sleep, so I finished this (which I also started on my bored night shift last night). I’m going to try to sleep after this. I made the perspective Spencer’s in the first person for the most part. I couldn’t resize the card picture. Requests are still open. Feedback is always appreciated. Also, tell me if you want to be part of a Tag List and I’ll tag you when I upload something new.

Warning: Just some cuteness, card magic, Doctor Who references, and Morgan being the big brother that Spencer needs.

Word Count: 1,351

“You can’t just keep staring at her forever pretty boy.” There goes Morgan again teasing me about my very obvious, but still trying to hide it, crush on my co-worker and team member.

“I’m not staring. I’m silently observing and you were staring at her first, I just followed your line of sight.”

“But I haven’t kept staring at her for 3 minutes.”

“2 minutes 47 seconds. You’ve been staring at her for 23 seconds.”

“Just ask her out pretty boy. You got some game to you.”

“The last time you tried this with me it was really awkward, we were on a case, and in a loud bar. My brain was distracted with too many things that time.”

“It’s definitely distracted now.” I hate to admit when he’s right. She’s the only person who can make me lose my train of thought if she’s speaking or just listening to me.

“Ok well if this is so interesting to you instead of all of the other women throwing themselves on you, then at least try to be helpful.” I couldn’t stand Morgan’s teasing much more. Yes, we hung out every weekend and watched some nerdy show or movie. So what. Garcia has seen most of them already and Y/n’s the only other person in this building who will watch any of that genre in general, much less with me. She’s just perfect, from the way she’ll read Harry Potter at her desk or has Supernatural and Sherlock stickers on her laptop and will trace them with her fingers every so often.

“Hey, I'm trying to help my brother ask out his future wife.”

“And you’re jumping from step negative 10 to 8 of relationships. I start on the scale at a negative 20. Work with me.”

“If you are not going to ask her out, there has to be reasoning behind the hesitation. You only ever do things when the odds are in your favor.” That was one thing Morgan was right on. There was a lot of hesitation. No one’s ever liked me that way, liked or put up with my rambles, and wanted to stick around for the stressful and dangerous career I chose.

“I just don’t want her to not like me then leave like those who left before.”

“I guarantee you that won’t happen. You guys hang out every break we get, she’s met your mom, always sits next to you on plane rides, plays with your hair when you don’t notice, knows to grab you lunch and take care of you when you won’t take care of yourself, and if we could, you two would be sleeping in the same room on cases.” What a list Morgan. You’ve been keeping tabs on us.

“Hotch would probably make us have ground rules to keep professionalism so the department doesn’t separate us off the team.”

“So you do want there to be an ‘us’?” Morgan’s teasing tone is so annoying. But I have to admit he’s right. I want to wake her up to breakfast in bed and read to her until she falls asleep next to me.

“I just don’t want to lose her either way.”

“I get that. It’s the fear that’s holding you back. Fear of if it’s worth it to not have that happiness but still have her in your life. But, from what I can see, the way she look at you, always asks about how you’re doing when I get a call from her on a case, the way she's the first person you ask anything to case related or not. You two were made for eachother. You aren’t going to find that magic in just anyone.”

That phrase hit me. I know now how to ask her out without saying anything and, if I’m honest with myself, it was one of the better ideas I’ve come up with.

"You know what I'm going to ask her right now." I opened my office desk drawer, grabbed two things, and marched off to her, avoiding the unnecessary stress from Morgan’s smirk. Having already finished her paperwork, she was reading Goblet of Fire at her desk, but her attention turned to me as I went up to her desk.

"What's with the cards Spence? You have another magic trick to show me?"

Ok Spencer, now or never.

"Yes, and so you don't have to memorize the card number I'm going to write on this one and this will be your card." I took out the marker I had brought with me and wrote on one of the cards.

"Are you sure Spence? Wouldn't that be ruining a good deck of cards?"

"It's fine. Now." I flipped the card with the note on it over so only the back showed and she didn’t see the message. I could start to see the team at least gazing in our direction wondering what was going on. I turned back to her because I wouldn’t be able to finish this if I was focusing on the team. I placed the card in the middle of the deck. "These are going to get shuffled by you." She grabbed the deck, split it in two, shuffled it three times, and handed it back. Counting strategically I moved a couple more cards out of the deck that I knew weren't hers. I placed one card in front of her. "Flip that card over and see if that's it." She picked it up and, not surprisingly, it wasn't her card. I flicked through the backs of a couple more cards deleting some from the counting. I handed her another card. "Is that your card?"

She flips that card over. "No. Spencer are you sure you're doing this right?"

"Yes I am. Ok, one more try." I pay close attention to cards as their stiff corners flip through my fingers. I pull out the last card, my nerves rising as I pushed it across the table to her. "That's your card." I said with the most amount of confidence I could mustard up at the moment.

She picks it up, and her eyes widen.

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes. I would love to go out with you Spencer Reid."

She smiled as she held the card. I was just cherishing that this moment went so well for how little time I planned it.

"Did you pick the two of hearts because of our two hearts or because the Doctor has two hearts and we both love Doctor Who?"

"Mainly for the two of us and that couple saying 'two hearts beat as one'."

"How do you think CPR would work on the Doctor since he has two hearts?" That was a question I wasn’t expecting after this. Back to our nerdy-selves.

"Well they showed that in the 2005 version Season 3 episode 1 where Martha performed CPR on the Doctor. Although it was inaccurate CPR as she did 5 compressions per breath where as it's supposed to be 30 compressions then two breaths, and the doctor was suffering from blood loss as well as hypoxia, so compressions and breaths alone would have done little to help without a transfusion or a fluid bolus, but I think it would still work as long as the compressions are helping to pump both of his hearts. However, I sus- *kiss*."

I did not expect her to kiss me that quickly. It was only a quick kiss as she also knows I’m not someone who shows big signs of PDA, especially in the work place, but I’d let her kiss me any time.

"And that's why I love you Spencer Reid."

I could care less about the fact that the rest of the BAU could see us, or that Morgan was probably about to clap me on the back, or Penelope filming this whole interaction right now. I found my other half. She kissed me again, longer and deeper this time, and then took the playing card. "This is getting framed, so you'll be down one card babe."

"That's ok. I don't think Jack and Henry will mind."

#criminal minds imagine #criminal minds masterlist #Criminal Minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #Criminal Minds Fanfiction #criminal minds family #bau #BAU Family #spencer reid imagine

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zi-i-think · 3 years ago

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Friends for Now

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Rating: SFW

Word Count: 1500+

Warnings: curse words(?)

Request: yes, @rainelikerain

Prompt: fluff

1. “Boyfriend and girlfriend right now?” “No.” “Boyfriend and girlfriend eventually?... You didn’t say no.” “I’ll play the long game.”

AN: So sorry it's been a while, I've been busy with transferring universities and work.

You went into Hogwarts like all the other students. You were 11 with wide eyes, walking through the halls and already picturing your next 7 years. The train ride to the school was the beginning of your life-long friendships.

You can recall the first conversation with a redhead claiming he could turn his rat yellow and a boy with glasses. The redhead, Ron, was starstruck that the famous Harry Potter was in the cart. You, as well as Harry, were new to everything, so the wide eyes and questions were unexpected and a bit strange.

You later met a girl with bushy, brown hair. A bit of a smart aleck, but you grew to love her.

You hold all of your first meetings with your friends close to your heart. And those memories of others. You met Ron’s older siblings later after the train ride. You found Percy stuck up, and the twins were two of the most incredible people you’ve ever met. George was brilliant, and Fred made you laugh harder than you think you ever have.

Harry said that there were hearts in your eyes when you first set eyes on the older twin. You didn’t keep it a secret. Looking back at it, your face turned red in embarrassment.

“Hey, cutie. Wanna save me a seat at the dining hall?” You’d flirt. As a 12-year-old, you admit you had some moves. Most of them were things you saw in the movies and on TV. And to be fair, you didn’t know what CPR was when you asked if you knew how to do it cause he “took your breath away.” There was an awkward minute after he asked what it was, and you didn’t know what to say.

But it built up some sort of relationship between the two of you. Any time you were around each other, you find some way to flirt with him, and he’d give back a cheeky response. You admit, it hurt knowing he didn’t reciprocate the same feelings you had. But the playful banter and the smirks were a part of how you interacted. A part of you wondered if he even realized that you were making real moves, not just joking.

Leading up to the Yule ball in your fourth year, you desperately wanted for him to ask you to be his date. But you knew he wouldn’t.

Sitting in the dining hall to do an essay Professor McGonagal had assigned, you had only partially been listening to your friend’s complaints. Something about not having dates to the ball.

“Might I interest you to know that Neville’s already got someone.” You heard Hermione inform the boys.

Ron groaned. “Now I’m really depressed.”

“You should be. I think I’d rather go with Neville than either of you two blokes.” You mumbled, still paying more attention to your essay. You always hated how your friend talked about Neville. You found that a little bit of picking on was alright, but you barely ever heard them say anything good about the forgetful boy.

“Shut up, Y/n,” Ron grumbled.

Out of the corner of your eye, Fred slipped Ron a piece of parchment. Ron glanced around, making sure Professor Snape wasn’t watching them. Curiosity overcame you, and you leaned over Harry to read Fred’s messy handwriting.

It read: “Get a move on, or all the good ones will have gone.”

“Tell me, Freddie. Do you consider me one of the good ones?” You winked at him.

“Obviously, gorgeous.” Fred bounced his eyebrows. You giggled and shook your head. It was the little comments like that that made your heart flutter.

“Who are you going with then?” Ron asked his brother.

Fred glanced at Angelina and then threw a paper at her. And that’s when your heart, at first fluttering like a butterfly, then fell to the floor, crashing on the marble floor like glass. Angelina gave Fred an annoyed look while he pointed at the two of them and mocked a dance. The ruffled look turned into one of more surprise, and the girl nodded “yeah.”

You looked away from the scene. Attempting to refocus on your assignment felt like a better option than watching the guy you like ask someone else to the ball.

In the end, you went to the ball with Harry. You figured that since Fred was going with someone, you might as well already get a date. Not that Harry was your date date, since you only went as friends. Harry had eyes for Cho, and most everyone knew about your crush on Fred.

It wasn’t until the ball that you realized how bad of a partner Harry was. He didn’t want to dance and just sulked through most of it. You kept glancing over at Fred and Angelina. They came as friends, you knew that. But you so desperately wished that it were you dancing and having fun.

“Harry, I swear to Merlin if you don’t get out of that seat right now.” You threatened through grit teeth.

“I’m not going to dance.” He said bluntly.

“You’re an arse.” You put it just as bluntly.

You didn’t want to sit there anymore with the mood-killing boys. With a huff and a stomp, you left the table and went out into the hall. It was mostly empty. A few horny teenagers making out in the darker parts of the corner, and there was one couple fighting at the top of the stairs.

You took a seat at the bottom of the stairs, leaning on the wall, and closed your eye. Focusing on the music in the dance hall, you imagined you were with Fred. Swaying to the beat and actually having fun rather than sitting around and hating everything.

“I can see you’re having the time of your life.” Fred’s familiar voice pulled you out of your daydream. You opened your eyes, seeing him walking up to you from inside the Great Hall doors.

“Obviously. Nothing I’d rather be doing than sitting outside the ball while everyone else has fun.” You said sarcastically, looking into the ballroom. The lights were bouncing off the walls, and the song changed to one of your favorites. The crowd inside got wild, and voices were singing along. “Harry isn’t much of a dancer, it seems. I’d much rather be alone than with brooding teenagers.”

“You couldn’t come with anyone other than Harry?” He asked while he sat next to you on the steps.

“There was one boy from Durmstrang who asked me, but I turned him down.” You shrugged.

“Now, why would you do that?” He tilted his head and raised an eyebrow. His smirk was an amused and questioning one. It made you a bit angry, honestly.

“Don’t act like you don’t know.” You huffed. “All my flirting and the obvious hints. I wanted you to ask me. Not some Durmstrang boy or Harry.”

“Oh, you think I didn’t want to ask you.” He laughed and bumped shoulders with you. “Merlin, Y/n. Of course, I wanted to, but your best friend, my brother, was right there. He’d kill me if I asked you out.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Ron?” You wanted to laugh. Whether in humor or frustration or whatever. He couldn’t be serious. “He’s the reason you haven’t asked me out?”

“He’s really not ready for that.” He justified. “Come on. His prankster of an older brother dating his friend. He’d crucify me. Say that I’m playing you or something.”

It was quiet between you two. You sat there for the moment, thinking to yourself, eyes staring at the floor. You knew that Ron hated your blatant, sometimes vulgar flirting. Ever since your first year, he’d roll his eyes and tell you to stay away cause his brother was a pain.

You didn’t know, however, that as the years went by, Ron has also been telling Fred to keep away. That he didn’t want to have to comfort you when you were crying about him. He didn’t want any awkward dinners in the future.

Fred looked at you in the silence. Studying the crease between your brow and the frown you had. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, and you turned your head to look at him.

“So, what if,” You thought. “Boyfriend and girlfriend right now?”

“No.” He chuckled at the way you asked that.

“Boyfriend and girlfriend eventually?” You asked. Fred stayed quiet, a cocked smirk painting his lips. “You didn’t say no.” You bit your lip with hope.

“I’ll play the long game.” He shrugged. “I’d rather wait for you, knowing that I can truly live with you happily than have to deal with my brother’s incessant nagging.”

You grinned and turned your head back down, feeling a blush creep on your cheeks.

“Well, then. I guess tonight wasn’t terrible.” You giggled.

“How about we go back in there,” Fred pointed inside the ballroom. “And you can come dance with Angelina and me. As friends.”

“As friends for now?” You needed one last clarification.

“As friends for now.” He nodded.

“Beats sitting here.” You jumped up from the steps. Fred followed your lead, and the two of you entered back into the party. Not together, but together.

For now, at least.

#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #harry potter imagine #hogwarts

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raineydays411 · 4 years ago

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Trauma does really bond

Umbrella academy x teen!reader

Summary: You were number eight, The Healer. With the power to heal anything you touch. Or at least you would be, if the world knew about you.

A/n: I know I said new fics on Friday but I couldn’t wait lol

Everybody knows the story of the Umbrella Academy. Seven children, adopted by an eccentric billionaire, forced to become superheros and eventually fizzled out of the limelight.

But know one knows about you.

You were the eighth child Reginald Hargreeves adopted. You were Y/n Hargreeves, age 17. Everyone knows that the seven siblings were all born at the same time, and day. So how are you 17?

Well basically the same thing, but when your mother spontaneously gave birth to you, she handed you over to Reginald within a heartbeat and as far as he knows, you were the only spontaneous birth on y/bd. So he took you in. Now he wasn’t completely sire that you would get powers. For all he knew, your mother just didn’t want you. But all that changed when you were just 6 years old.

You had stumbled upon a mouse that was squirming in a mouse trap while exploring the attic. You felt so bad for the poor thing that you had set it free. You cradled it in your hands, as you teared up at the sight of it twitching when suddenly you felt it. It was like magic, you felt each bone and nerve that was broken heal until the mouse was once again moving, full of life. You ran out the attic, mouse in hand. Running all the way to your fathers office, barging in despite his protests.

“Y/n Hargreeves, how many times must I tell you--” “ I’m sorry father, but look!” you cut him off, thrusting the healed mouse towards him.

“Number eight. You interrupted my studies to show me vermin?”

“No father! I healed him! He was in the mouse trap and I healed him!” You exclaim. That caught Reginalds attention.

“You healed it?” He asks eyeing the mouse, “ How?”

“I dunno” you shrug, “ I just felt bad and touched him”

Reginald hums, standing from his desk and walks over to you.

“Come with me.” He says, leading you out the study with a hand on your back.

From then on he put you through brutal training. Nicking you with knives I see if you could heal yourself, bringing you hurt animals to heal, injured people. Then it escalated. He brought in people who were on the brink of death, comatose. He forced you to heal them, despite it taking all your energy. There were multiple times where you ended up collapsing, sobbing and exhausted from healing too many people in one day. He forced you to get up, and heal some more claiming,

“You have been given a gift. It would be selfish of you to hoard it just because you get a little tired”

Not to mention the brutal physical training. Because you had no siblings, he made training robots. They, unlike humans, did not hold back. Forcing you to fight as if you were actually trying to survive. And if you lost, you weren’t able to heal yourself.

Now all this training would have made some sense if you were going out into the world and saving lives. You weren’t. Reginald didn’t allow it. You were to stay on the premises, 24/7, 365 days a year. He claimed

“The world is cruel Number Eight. You are not yet ready to face the harshness that is reality. It is best to keep you here until you are.”

So alone you were. Well not totally alone, you did have Grace an Pogo. And you had Luther but all he did was missions and avoid you so he didn’t really count. But Grace and Pogo? They were your best friends. Grace was practically your mother. She sang to you, brushed your hair, tucked you in, told you about your “siblings”, and taught you how to bake and cook as well as other things. She like you, wasn’t allowed to leave, so you felt like she understood you. Pogo, taught you everything you know. He helped you learn seven languages, he sat and was forced to listen to you learn the piano, violin, and guitar, he was the one who snuck you Vanyas book and answered any questions that Grace couldn’t. And he was the one who sat with you in the attic as you both looked out at a city that didn’t know you existed.

You secretly longed for the day you were able to leave. If not training or doing school work, you could be found gazing out the attic window, or outside in the courtyard staring up at the sky. Despite being in a huge mansion, you felt trapped. You have read almost every book in the house, including Luthers research that he sent from the moon, Fives old theories, and Allison’s diary. You started meditating, yoga, and even picking up little hobbies like scrapbooking or candles making. You learned different ways to play chess, ballroom dancing ( your father insisted), how to read music, and so many other things. You were so smart and yet so naive. You, theoretically knew the cruel realities of the world, having read them in books and such. But you never experienced them. You had no human contact other than your father (and Luther till he was sent to the moon). You knew battlefield medic techniques but not simple everyday things. Hell, not even your so called siblings knew that you existed except Luther and he was sworn to secrecy. Not like he payed attention to you anyway. You weren’t even allowed to watch movies or listen to modern music. Just whatever records Luther had, and the Walkman you found up in the attic. But secretly, at night when you crept into the attic, you can see into the apartment across from you. Their large tv playing movies and you were able to watch. Playing classics like Dirty Dancing and Grease, action, and scary movies that scarred you for life. But it was your escape. You couldn’t hear the words but you made them up. A little world all to yourself, your little secret. You yearned for that moment when you could leave. Leave behind strict schedules and brutal training. Leave behind empty halls and loneliness. But you knew it wasn’t coming soon.

Not over your fathers dead body.

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Your father is dead.

You didn’t realize it at first, having been extremely exhausted for some reason. You went to bed early saying good night to everyone and promptly passing out. But you know that your father was fine. Healthy even, as you could sense it with your powers. So when you woke up and reached out, sensing your family as you always did, you knew something was wrong. You couldn’t feel your father. Not how you used to. It felt like...like the dead bodies he used to force you to heal.

You leapt out of bed and dashed to his room, heart racing as you passed a humming Grace. You burst into the room, seeing him collapsed against the bed, limp and eyes closed.

“Nononono father?! Father can you hear me?!” You say rushing to his side. You feel for a pulse but find nothing, noticing his cold skin. You start CPR, like he trained you to do.

“ Father?! Father please!” You start to cry, tears running down your face as you race to save him. But deep down you knew...you couldn’t heal a dead body.

“ MOM” you scream desperately, starting to use your powers, “ POGO”

You start to get light head, your basically pouring your energy into this dead body. Your powers kickstart the healing process, accelerating it 10 times it’s usual rate allowing for quick healing. But if the bodies dead...it can’t heal itself and you basically just heal superficial wounds but not bring them back.

“Father...” you start to slur, you’re running out of energy and he still hasn’t woken up. “Father you have to wake up...don’t leave me...”

Your world starts spinning as you fight to stay awake. Desperate to save the man you consider as your father. But you collapse. The world fading in and out as you see two silhouettes hover over you.

“ oh y/n...” a voice softly says. You feel someone touch your head and you succumb to the darkness. Feeling helpless as you realize one thing.

Reginald Hargreeves is dead.

That night, around the country seven siblings find out that their father has died. And make plans to come home.

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You were unconscious for the whole day.

You woke up letting yesterday’s events wash over you. You cry. Not for the man, cause let’s face it he’s an asshole, but because of what he represented. He was part of your family. Your world that only consisted of three.

And you couldn’t save him.

And let’s face it, he was your father. He kind of raised you for seventeen years. You had to care about him.

After calming down, you reach out. You try to feel for Pogo or Grace, but you can sense the presence of two people you’ve never met. So you force yourself out of bed, and creep down the hallway. Your room right closer to Reginalds as it was the only room left. So you snuck into the main room, seeing your mother staring into space.

“Momma?” You whisper, catching Graces attention.

“ Oh Y/n dear, you woke up.” Grace says with a smile standing and stroking your face, “ Darling, your in your night clothes, you know the rules.”

Your eyes water as you throw yourself in her arms. Feeling like a child.

“ I..I tried momma..I really did”

You feel her arms wrap around you, “ Do you want breakfast, you haven’t eaten in 12 hours and 15 minutes.”

You were confused. Why was she acting like nothing has happened?

“Momma I-“ “Mom?”

A male voice cuts you off. You freeze, not knowing who the voice belongs to. His presence unfamiliar.

“Diego, welcome home are you hungry?” Grace says, “I was just going to make breakfast for Y/n” she squeezed you gently before letting you go to turn to Diego.

You hide behind her, like a child. Peaking over her shoulder to get a glimpse at the man. He was average height, Hispanic most likely, wearing all black with a harness and some knives. He had short hair and a scar on the side of his face. He looked at you then Grace in disbelief or shock. You can feel that he was healthy, just a bit sore.

“Um mom who’s that?” He asks gesturing to you.

“Oh I suppose you haven’t met yet. Diego, this is..well why don’t you introduce yourself.” She says to you. Your eyes widen and shake your head.

“Come on dear, just like we practiced. Go on.” Grace nudges you in front of her. Setting a comforting hand on your back.

“ hello...my names y/n Hargreeves. It’s lovely to meet you.” You say softly, and then you give a shy smile.

“Hargreeves?” Diego asks, shocked, “ I don’t understand...how?”

“ Y/n is just like you and your siblings.” Pogo chimes in, startling the three of you.

“ She came to us 17 years ago, just as the six of you left. Your father kept her secret as he did many things. She has remarkable abilities just as you and your siblings. ”

Diego looks at you, sizing you up and taking you in. “Why didn’t we know about this?” He asks Pogo.

“ Your father had his reasons. He believed she wasn’t ready to see the outside world. She has been here her whole life.”

Diego scoffs, “ What? It wasn’t enough that he ruin our lives, he had to start again?”

He looks at you, “ Welcome to the family, kid.”

Then he walks off. You look at Grace and Pogo

“ Did..did I do something wrong?” You ask.

“ Oh no, Diego is just...on edge. You did great.” Grace says cupping your cheek.

“ I am glad that you are alright Y/n. It’s good to see you up and about.” Pogo says with a comforting smile.

“ thank you..” you say, “ there’s another person here..a woman.”

“Yes, well I think it is time you meet your sister. Come along.” Pogo says, leading you to the kitchen.

Oh boy...

#the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy x reader #diego hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves x reader #vanya hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves x reader #alison hargreeves x reader #luther hargeeves x r #klaus hargreeves #Diego Hargreeves #grace hargreeves #pogo hargreeves #reginald hargreeves #netflix #teen!reader #comics

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marjansmarwani · 4 years ago

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say that we’ll stay with each other

3k || ao3

On what seems like a normal day and a normal house fire things go from bad to worse in an instant and Carlos is left to confront his biggest fear, one of the things that keeps him up at night. But this isn’t a dream, it’s very real and Carlos will do anything to make sure it doesn’t mean the end. Not from them, not for TK.

Electrocution for @badthingshappenbingo requested by @officereyes

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Carlos was already waiting at the edge of the lawn when the ladder truck pulled up. Behind him there was a house fully engulfed flames and there was someone trapped inside.

“There’s a woman trapped inside,” he informed Captain Strand before the older man had even fully exited the truck, “her husband is pretty sure she’s hurt and she’s definitely trapped.”

The Captain took it in stride, nodding before turning to the crew, “Alright team, it looks like we have a trapped and injured woman in the structure. She is in the,” he paused here, turning to Carlos.

“Second floor bedroom, far right window,” he provided. Owen nodded and opened his mouth to continue instructions when Carlos continued, “but the stairs are out. They collapsed as the husband was coming down.”

“Okay so we will be entering through the window,” Owen said with a nod, turning back to the team. “Mateo, prep the ladder. There’s not enough clearance here to use the truck ladder so grab one of the ladders of the side. Captain Vega,” he called over to Tommy, “can I borrow one of your team? We don’t know how badly she’s hurt and having a paramedic on scene could make things a lot simpler.”

“What do you say, Strand,” Tommy asked TK with a raised eyebrow, “feel like going back to fire for a bit?”

TK flashed her a grin, already reaching into the compartment for his turnout coat and pulling it on with relish, “Sure thing, Cap.”

Carlos shook his head at his boyfriend’s obvious enthusiasm for walking into a flaming building as he turned to Nancy, “the husband’s over by my cruiser, he took a fall when the stairs collapsed. He seems to be okay, but if you wanted to give him a look anyways I already told him to expect it.”

“You know us so well Reyes,” she quipped back, flashing him a grin as she shouldered her pack and crossed over to where the anxious husband was watching the activity around the house.

Carlos turned to the house then, watching as Mateo got a ladder set up. He wasn’t surprised there wasn’t enough clearance – the house was surrounded by thick trees on all sides. He was surprised that the city hadn’t done anything about them, however. The powerlines weaved through the trees and stretched across the front of the house, which seemed like a serious safety and fire hazard, in his opinion. He wouldn’t even be surprised if that had something to do with the start of this fire. Thankfully there was enough of a sloped roof right at the base of the windows which made accessing them all the easier.

He caught TK’s eyes as he walked by, his boyfriend flashing him a cheeky grin. Carlos smiled fondly at his excitement. He knew that TK loved being a paramedic, that he hadn’t regretted his choice in the slightest – once the rocky transition period had passed. He also knew that there was absolutely no denying that he was in love with an adrenaline junkie and that even if TK hadn’t wanted to admit it there was definitely a part of him that missed the thrill of running into a burning building.

Carlos couldn’t say that he had missed the worry that came with that particular action too much, but he supposed he could stomach it one more time if it meant seeing TK this happy.

“Think you remember how to do this kid?” Judd called with a grin as he approached, clapping Carlos on the shoulder as he passed by.

“I think I’ll manage,” TK deadpanned, “you know how hard it is to remember 7 years of experience and training after only being out of it for a few months, after all.”

Judd rolled his eyes at TK and reached over to muss up his hair before he could get his helmet on, ignoring TK’s indignant noise, “Yeah, yeah, alright. Don’t get your stethoscope in a twist. Just remember, you’re medical now so I call the shots getting us there and getting us out. I’ll leave all the medical up to you but...”

“In and out, don’t treat anything that can wait until we’re not in a burning house,” TK finished. “I know Judd, I’m not new at this.”

“I know you ain’t kid, just wanted to make sure we are on the same page.”

“Aren’t we always?” TK asked with a grin and Judd rolled his eyes. Even Carlos couldn’t repress a snort at that.

Any comeback on Judd’s part was prevented by Owen calling for the teams to move out and TK paused long enough to throw another grin in Carlos’s direction before he was off and heading up the ladder after Judd. Carlos hung back at the edge of the scene, keeping a watchful eye out for anything he might need to address, but it seemed all was calm. He was also keeping an ear open, however, and couldn’t deny that he was relieved when he heard TK’s voice across the radio only a few short minutes later.

“We’ve got her free and she’s stable enough to move,” he reported, “we’re bringing her down soon but she will need treatment for some pretty severe burns when we get out of here.”

“Copy that, Strand,” Captain Vega replied, “get her down here and we’ll take it from there.”

“On our way now, Cap.”

Carlos couldn’t deny the relief he felt when TK appeared at the window a few moments later. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust his boyfriend’s skills, it was that while he might not be an expert it did seem to him that the flames were getting stronger and stronger with each passing second.

It was also that he had a bad feeling he just couldn’t shake. It was probably nothing, but the sooner TK and his team were out of there and back on the not on fire ground, the happier he would be.

He watched as TK stepped onto the ladder, swinging his leg over to the front of his and beginning the process of climbing down.

At least, that was what was supposed to happen.

What happened instead was that the moment TK put his weight on the ladder, it slipped. It fell to the side and it was all TK could do to catch himself, flailing his arms to keep his balance, to avoid the 10-foot plummet to the ground. He succeeded, but his actions propelled him back as he overcompensated, sending him in the direction of the other edge of the roof, and the improperly placed power lines Carlos had noticed earlier and Carlos knew with a sinking, heavy dread what was about to happen before it did.

Knowing didn’t make it any easier to see the sparks emitted the moment TK made contact with the lines, or the way his body convulsed as 240 volts coursed through his body. Foresight did nothing to ease the fear of watching him crumble, falling onto the roof in a heap before rolling down the roof and hitting the hard ground with a decisive thud.

For a moment, Carlos froze. TK was crumpled on the ground at the edge of a burning house and he wasn’t moving. Not a twitch, not a blink, not a breath. He heard a desperate voice calling out TK’s name and realized with a start it was his own.

There was deadly silence for a moment as the assembled team processed what they had just seen. But only a moment. The next moment was filled with shouts as the fire chose that instant to erupt, filling the last corner of the first level with bright and hungry flames. Marjan and Paul rushed to attend to it with a hose and Owen put in a call for another unit to respond. There was so much going on and no hands to spare so Carlos took off running, meeting Tommy at TK’s side.

“TK?” she was calling when Carlos skidded to a stop, “can you hear me?”

There was no answer and Carlos felt the dread inside him grow. Tommy gave TK a quick once over before glancing back at the raging flames that were far too close for comfort and looking up at Carlos, “Officer Reyes, I need you to help me move him.”

It took half a moment for the words to process before Carlos was moving, nodding even as he was already bending down to help the paramedic captain.

“Carefully,” she told him as she indicated for him to support TK’s left side, “he took quite a fall and I don’t know for sure what injuries he might have, but this fire is getting out of hand and we’ll get trampled if we stay here.”

Carlos nodded, as if he had any intention of doing anything but. TK was the most precious thing in the world to him, he wouldn’t risk hurting him further for anything.

Distantly he heard the noise of Judd calling for assistance and then descending the ladder with Mateo’s help to grab the victim at the bottom. The 126 continued to work at their usual efficiency even now, splitting into seamless groups to attack the rapidly swelling inferno before it began to spread through the neighborhood. They were consummate professionals, but even they couldn’t help but throw a worried gaze in TK’s direction every few minutes. Carlos couldn’t say he blamed them. This was easily the most horrifying sight he had ever seen.

But once they got TK settled in a more remote corner of the scene anything else ceased to exist. Because they had just carried him a good 30 feet and he hadn’t woken up which could not be a good sign. He watched, his own breath trapped in his throat and his own heart beating its way out of his chest, as Tommy leant down with the side of her face close to TK’s and her hand atop his chest. The seconds ticked by like hours before Tommy shook her head with a quiet yet desperate curse and reached out to check his pulse again. She frowned and muttered “C’mon Strand,” and Carlos’s heart sank. TK wasn’t breathing, his heart wasn’t beating, he was…

His spiral was interrupted by an ambu bag being thrust into his hand.

“Place this over his nose and mouth, like you have in your CPR courses and squeeze when I tell you to,” Tommy instructed.

There was no talk of how there was no one else to help, no mention of how they were stretched thin with her third paramedic lying still on the ground before them. There was no discussion of how it shouldn’t have to be Carlos, that it shouldn’t be him having to push the breath back into the lungs of the man he loves more than life itself; but it was conveyed in a glance, and Carlos nodded. There is no other option and he would have to be dead himself before he stood by and did nothing to help TK.

He placed the mask over TK’s face and followed Tommy’s rhythm, trying not to think how each thrust of her arms was the only thing keeping his blood moving through his veins; trying not to dwell on how each pump of the bag was the only thing bringing air into his lungs. Tommy was calling out instructions but it was all white noise to Carlos who was hyper focused on the horrifying sight before him and the rhythm of the CPR: 30 compressions, 2 breaths. 30 compressions, 2 breaths. 30 compressions…

And then Nancy was there, kneeling down beside him and unpacking the defibrillator with calm professionalism. She reached around Carlos without a word, placing the pads on TK’s chest. She attached the leads to the machine and called for Tommy to stop and for them both to stay clear as she administered the shock that would hopefully reset his heart.

Carlos’s body followed her instructions on autopilot, stopping his motions and watching with dread as TK’s body arched off the ground as electricity coursed through his body once again. He wanted to erase the sight from his memories but he knew with a cold certainty that it was one he wouldn’t be able to, that it would return in the night for days and weeks to come. He knew it was an image that would forever be burned into his brain.

He waited silently, not even daring to breathe on the off chance he might miss something, that he might upset the tenuous balance of the universe. He watched as TK’s body settled back onto the ground, as Nancy examined the ECG. The single moment it took her to read the display seemed to last a lifetime but finally, she smiled and Carlos almost dared to breathe.

“He’s in sinus rhythm,” she declared, voice heavy with relief, “he’s going to be okay.”

Carlos sagged, all the tension caused by fear leaving his body in an instant. He was going to be okay. He repeated it to himself like a mantra, desperately wanting it to be true - desperately needing it to be true.

From his spot a few feet away he could now see the gentle rise and fall of TK’s chest and he was certain he had never seen anything more wonderful in his life. He never wanted to see it stop ever again.

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There was a voice calling his name. It was raspy and weak, but familiar. He knew he should answer but his body was so tired he wasn’t sure if he even could sit up even if he wanted to.

“Carlos.”

The voice called his name again and somehow his sleep clouded mind connected it with a name - TK. TK was calling him which meant…

“TK!” he exclaimed, sitting bolt upright, eyes wide as he took in the sight before him. TK was in the hospital bed that Carlos had been resting his head on just a moment before and smiling at him. He was awake and Carlos was quite certain he had never seen anything more wonderful, “You’re awake! How are you feeling?”

“Sore,” TK replied with a wince, “very sore. I kind of feel like one giant bruise?”

Carlos couldn’t help but snort at that, despite everything, “That doesn’t surprise me.”

TK frowned at him now, taking in his disheveled state and the dark night evident through the windows, “What happened? How long have you been here?”

Carlos swallowed, reaching across the bed to take one of TK’s hands in his own, “What to do you remember, Ty?”

TK frowned as he considered, “I remember the house fire with an injured woman trapped inside. They needed a medic inside so I went in with Judd and then...nothing? Did something happen? Is Judd okay?”

Carlos squeezed TK’s hand, “Relax babe, it’s okay. Judd is fine, everyone else is fine. We’ve all just been worried about you.”

TK frowned at him, still clearly needing more explanation and Carlos sighed before launching into the story: “You were coming out of the house with the victim and Judd when something happened with the ladder. It slipped and you fell off, and managed to fall right into the power lines by the roof.”

TK’s eyes widened and he breathed a soft, “Oh.”

“Oh is right,” Carlos agreed quietly, running a thumb across the back of TK’s hand as he studied their linked hands. He knew his eyes would show too much. He knew that the fear he had felt then was just as evident now. “It was scary,” he said simply, softly, “you got shocked and then fell off the roof when you collapsed. Your body is pretty much one giant bruise right now and you do have some nasty electrical burns from where the lines hit you, but you’re so lucky. We’re so lucky. For a while there I…”

He trailed off, using his hand not intertwined with TK’s to hastily brush away the tears sliding down his face. He took a deep breath and forced a smile before he looked up to meet TK’s eyes, “But you’re okay, and I am so happy.”

“But you were scared,” TK observes softly, “I’m sorry I made you feel that. If it had been you…”

TK trailed off but Carlos could fill in the blanks easily. He was about to reassure him, about to tell him he had nothing to be guilty about when TK continued.

“I know it was an accident,” he assured Carlos, “but that doesn’t change the fact that I am sorry. I know we can’t control what happens in the field. This was an unavoidable accident, you know I would never willingly put myself in danger. Not anymore,” he paused, holding Carlos’s gaze for a moment before continuing, “not when I have so much to lose. Not when I stand to hurt someone I care about so much. I would never do anything to cause you pain on purpose, Carlos.”

Carlos swallowed around the lump in his throat. TK was still holding his gaze and he knew how much he meant those words. Just as much as he knew that this was an accident - that it couldn’t have been stopped, no matter how much he wished it could have.

“I know,” he said eventually, voice thick, “but that doesn’t change the fact that you scared me. I really, really thought I had lost you for good this time and it is the worst thing I have ever felt.”

TK’s eyes grew even sadder as he studied Carlos. He leaned down to press a tender kiss on Carlos’s forehead before resting his own Carlos’s. Carlos savored the closeness, the familiar warmth of TK’s skin against his as TK spoke.

“I will always do everything in my power to come home to you, Carlos Reyes,” he vowed, voice warm against Carlos’s skin, “I promise. All I ask is that you try to do the same.”

Carlos nodded, pulling away so he could see TK’s eyes, so the other man could see how sincere he was.

“Always,” he promised, “it’s going to take an act of God to pull me away from you, Tyler Kennedy.”

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thegreatestofheck · 4 years ago

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Ransom ✥JJ Maybank✥

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request? Yes!! thank you so much for the request anon! I love the angst material. warnings - swearing, mentions of violence, mentions of drowning tagging - @simonsbluee, @parkerpetertingle, @diverrdown, @ponyboys-sunsets, @outerbanksbro, synopsis - John B’s sister is taken by the square groupers. In exchange for her life, they ask for the compass and a heavy ransom price. It’s a race of time as the Pogues, with the help of Sheriff Peterkin, journey into the marsh to save her life before the clock runs out. a/n - This is like the millionth Reader!Routledge fic I’ve written and I will continue to make a million more. I think the only Pogue I haven’t done a sibling!reader for is Pope and honestly, that needs to change. anyway, thank you anon for this request! I hope I do your vision justice. Disclaimer: I have no real idea how CPR works outside of what I’ve seen on TV, so if this is inaccurate, please take that up with the creators of Lost, thank you. I love you all!!

***

“Okay, guys, where the fuck is my sister?”

“Calm down, JB, I’m sure she’s fine,” Pope said, brushing chicken fodder out of his hair. “We, on the other hand-”

“We’re fine,” snapped Kie, the last to crawl out of the chicken coop. “I’m worried about y/n, too.”

“We just barely escaped the square groupers and you’re already stressing about something else?” JJ shook his hands. The remainder of the chicken feathers flitted carefully back down to the ground. “Wherever y/n is, I’m sure she’s having a better time than us.”

“No, JJ.” Kie wrapped her arms around her stomach. “Didn’t you hear those guys talking about her?”

“What?” John B whirled around toward his friend, who swallowed a thick lump in her throat.

“I thought I heard those goons say something like ‘we already have the girl’, or something like that.” Shivers ran up Kie’s spine. Just thinking about they might have done to her friend made Kie sick to her stomach.

“Why didn’t you tell me this before?” John B asked, his eyes going wide and his voice rising an octave.

“Well, I didn’t really have much of a choice, did I?” Kie said and narrowed her eyes at him. “There wasn’t really time to bring it up until now.”

Instead of responding to her, John B growled and turned back toward the house in a hurry.

“John B, wait up!” Kie cried, following after him.

“Do they really think she’s in danger?” Pope asked. There was an obvious dosage of fear in his voice. JJ shrugged, but behind his eyes there was a glimmer of worry. He knew y/n could handle herself, she always had, but he knew guys like the square groupers, knew what they wanted and what they would do if they didn’t get it.

So, he tried not to think about it.

By the time they made it to the house, John B was frantic. Kie stood rooted in the ground, as she always was, reaching out to him as he rushed by her time and time again.

“Buddy,” JJ said after a few minutes of this. He stepped forward and put his hands on John B’s chest. “Relax. You’re not going to find her here. I’m sure she just found a hot dude and got carried away-”

John B shoved his friend away from him, eyes ablaze with rage. It wasn’t really rage that made him act like this, it was fear. Fear of losing his sister, the only family he had left.

“Hey, we’ll find her,” Pope reassured his friend once JJ and steadied himself.

While this had been happening, Kie had wandered off. She searched the rooms, hoping that y/n would pop up out from nowhere. Kie wanted to think the best, that maybe she had just gotten caught up with a boy somewhere, but with every second that her friend was not at the Chateau, an even bigger pit carved into her stomach.

She walked back into Big John’s office. Just 20 minutes ago, she and the boys were hiding in here, thinking they had discovered some new and riveting information. Now, Kie was searching for something, anything, to tell her what had happened to her best friend.

Closing her eyes, Kie tried to remember what it was she had heard the men saying.

“They’re not here,” one man said.

“Don’t matter,” the other replied. “Routledge kept his stuff here. That’s all we need. ‘Sides, if there’s anything we’re missing, we already have the girl.”

Kie snapped her eyes open. She had heard right. And now she was convinced more than ever that those square groupers, the ones that had just driven away from the Chateau, had taken her best friend. With her heart pounded painfully against the inside of her chest, Kie caught sight of a chicken scratch note pinned to the wall by a knife.

That hadn’t been there before.

“Hey, guys!” Kie called, never once taking her eyes off of the note on the wall. She didn’t have the strength to look at it herself. It didn’t take long for John B, JJ, and Pope to come running in to the office. They didn’t have to ask what she had called them for when they looked into the room.

“Oh god,” John B breathed, running a hand through his hair. But he seemed just as frozen where he was as Kie. It was Pope who took the first step forward. His hands shook a little by his sides as he crossed the room. He yanked the knife out of the wall and dropped it against the table behind him without looking at it.

Kie, John B, and JJ watched, breathless, as Pope’s eyes scanned the words once, twice, three times before he looked up at them.

“What is it?” JJ asked, his impatience getting the better of him after Pope’s extended silence. Pope looked back down at the letter one last time.

“It’s a ransom note.” He turned it around to face them. “For your sister.”

***

“No, you don’t understand I need to talk to Sheriff Peterkin.”

“John, she’s very busy right now.” Shoupe put a hand against John B’s shoulder, trying to keep him from approaching the Sheriff’s office. John B tried to push past him, the ransom note in his hand. Before he could protest again, JJ pushed open the door behind them and snatched the note out of John B’s hand.

Shoupe couldn’t stop him before he marched right up to Sheriff Peterkin’s office. JJ didn’t even knock. John B took advantage of Shoupe’s moment of distraction to brush past him and follow after his friend.

“Sheriff,” JJ said, holding the note up. “We’ve got a problem.”

The woman looked at the two, breathless boys with an unconcerned look on her face.

“Clearly.”

“It’s my sister,” John B said, his voice hitching. “She’s been taken.”

Peterkin’s eyes widened ever so slightly.

“Taken?” JJ shoved the note into her direction.

“Sheriff!” Shoupe stepped into the office just as Peterkin took the note from JJ’s hand, her eyes already reading the ransom. “I’m sorry, Sheriff. They-”

Peterkin’s hand flew up into the air, cutting off Shoupe’s sentence. He paled and quieted down. JJ and John B watched Peterkin’s face shift from mild concern to all out worry.

“What have you boys gotten that girl into?” She asked, her voice shaking as she looked back up at them. John B’s mouth ran dry. If Peterkin was worried, this was real. His sister had been taken and there was only one way to get her back.

“Shoupe, out,” Peterkin ordered with a flick of her hand. Shoupe nodded his head and ducked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. With a careful breath, Peterkin set the ransom note down and laced her fingers together. “So, these men have y/n and they want $15,000 and a...compass?”

“I don’t have that kind of money, Sheriff.” John B’s hands trembled. If he didn’t find a way to come up with that money, his sister was dead.

“You’re not worried about this compass?”

“I’ve got that covered.” John B’s voice was tight. “It’s the money I’m worried about. I have $16 to my name and I don’t get paid until next week. She’ll be dead by then and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

“I’ve got like-” JJ shoved his hands in his pockets and pulled out a wad of ones. “7 dollars and 79 cents.”

Peterkin sighed, pressing her chin to her interlocked fingers. The two boys watched her think, the gears spinning and turning in her mind. She opened her eyes.

“I can help you get your sister back,” Peterkin said.

“Damn right you can,” JJ snapped, shoving the money back into. “You’re a goddamn cop, that’s your job!”

A cold glare from Peterkin shut him up quickly.

“I’ll get you your sister back without the money, but in return, you hand over that compass,” Peterkin said.

“I’m not bartering for my sister’s life,” John B said, glaring. “Not with those square groupers. Not with you. She’s worth more than that.”

“More than a rusty compass? I should hope so.”

John B clenched his jaw, his hands curling into fists. JJ glanced at him.

“Dude,” he whispered to his friend. “It’s the easiest fucking choice. That goddamn compass or your sister.”

John B didn’t take another second to pull the thing out of his pocket and toss it toward Peterkin.

“Now, help me get my sister back.”

***

It only took a little bit of haggling to get Peterkin to let JJ, Pope, and Kie to come with them to the drop point in the marsh. They took the HMS Pogue. It was a little snug for all five of them, but it didn’t matter much.

John B’s heart refused to beat in his chest as they barreled through the marsh. Kie’s legs were shaking and Pope put a reassuring hand on her knee.

“If I had just told you guys when they were in the house-”

“No, Kie,” Pope whispered to her. “There was nothing we could have done.”

“We’ll get her back,” JJ said, though none of them were sure who he was really talking to or if he was trying to convince himself it was true. No one said anything after that.

Peterkin hadn’t told them her plan. They were going in dark. John B had his own plan; pray that Peterkin shot the square groupers dead so that he could swoop in and grab his sister.

JJ’s plan was to shoot them himself.

It didn’t take long for a stalled boat to come into sight. John B’s heart came alive, leaping into his throat.

No one breathed on the Pogue as they neared the square groupers. At first, they only saw the two men standing there, dressed head to toe in black. For a moment, they couldn’t see a third person on the boat.

“Where is she?” John B whispered to Peterkin as they neared. The woman didn’t dare speak. She simply shook her head. It wasn’t until they pulled up right beside the boat that they finally saw you.

You were sitting on the floor of the boat, still wearing the bikini top and shorts that you had been wearing early that day, but your button up had been discarded somewhere along the way. Your lip was busted and there were bruises on your arms. One eye was starting to swell and your hands were tied behind your back.

Through it all, there was a smile on your face as you saw your friends pull up in their boat.

“Hi,” you said. “Took you long enough.”

“You motherfu-” John B lunged forward, his eyes fixated on you and your bruises. JJ grabbed John B’s arm to keep him from lunging into the other boat and Pope stood, holding his friend around the waist.

Both square groupers pulled out their guns, pointing them at Peterkin.

“We said no cops,” one of the groupers said, glaring at Peterkin.

“Actually, no you didn’t,” Kie piped up, standing and putting a hand on John B’s shoulder without taking her eyes off of you. You flashed her a small smile, trying to assure her that you were okay.

“I told you to put that on the note,” one grouper said to another. The shorter one shrugged.

“Hey, fuckers,” you said, slouching down so you could tap your foot against the shorter grouper’s ankle. “Can we get on with the whole handing over of the prisoner thing? I’m starting to lose feeling in my hands.”

You wiggled your fingers behind your back, even if no one else could see it.

“Good to see they didn’t beat the smartass outta you,” JJ said from the Pogue. You flashed him a toothy grin, almost forgetting that your teeth were covered in blood.

“I think my smartass is, like, in my bones. No way these two idiots could beat that out of me,” you said, nodding your head at the square groupers.

“Why did we have to grab the annoying one?” the taller grouper grumbled. “Just give us the money and the compass and we’ll be done with this.”

“No money,” Peterkin said. “No compass. You give us the girl and I don’t charge you for kidnapping.”

“What?” Kie almost shrieked. “You’re gonna let them get away with this?”

Peterkin put up her hand, but didn’t even turned to look at the girl.

“That ain’t gonna fly with us lady cop. No compass, no money, no girl.”

You rolled your eyes.

“You think anyone on this goddamn island has $15,000 to spare?” You asked. “You should just leave while your ahead. Drop me off, skedaddle-”

“Will you just shut up?” The shorter grouper spun around and gave your face a hard backhand.

“Don’t touch her!” Both John B and JJ started toward the other boat. It took Peterkin, Kie, and Pope to hold them both back.

“Jeez,” you groaned, shifting your jaw against the pain that bloomed on your face. “You hit like a bitch.”

“We’re not giving you any money,” Peterkin said again, her hands still on John B’s shoulders to keep him back. “And we don’t have whatever compass you’re looking for. So, I’m going to ask you one last time, give us the girl and make your get away or I put you in the grave here and now.”

“Damn, Peterkin,” you said with a grin to cover how badly your body was shaking. “Didn’t know you cared that much.”

You felt your heart pound in your ears, mouth going dry as you waited for an answer. You liked to pretend you weren’t absolutely terrified every single second, but at the prospect of being so close to freedom made that fear start surface.

The two groupers glanced at each other. Their plan, which was never very well thought out to begin with, was falling apart and they needed to come with another one quickly.

The taller grouper, clearly the smarter one, walked over to you and grabbed you by the hair. John B let out a strangled sound of protest, trying to break free from Pope’s strong grip. You met his eyes and gave him what you thought was a reassuring nod.

Kie had tears in her eyes as she stood in front of JJ, holding him back from getting any closer to the edge of the Pogue. He was breathing heavily, like he had just run an entire marathon before coming here. His gaze wasn’t fixed on you, but the grouper who was holding you by the neck.

“Using me as a human shield, huh?” You ground out through your teeth as he positioned you in front of him. You let out a quiet gasp as he cocked the gun and pressed it to the back of your head.

“No!” Kie cried, barely able to keep JJ back. You let your tear filled eyes close gently, ignoring the cool of the gun against your skin. This wasn’t the first time they had threatened you with the gun in the last few hours, but this felt the most real like this time, they might actually shoot you.

“Give us the compass or we’ll shoot her,” he said from behind you. You flinched, your jaw tightening and a rogue tear running down your cheek.

“Peterkin!” John B’s voice was desperate, breaking as he called out for the sheriff to do something.

“You killing that girl will accomplish nothing,” Peterkin said. She sounded completely calm. But you imagined it was much easier to be calm when the gun wasn’t pointed at her. “Let her go.”

Your body shook against your determination to stay completely still. Coming into this, you had hoped that your tough skin and smart mouth would be enough to get you out safely, but now you weren’t so sure about that. All you could do was pray that Peterkin knew what the hell she was doing.

Keeping your eyes closed, all you could do was listen. And there was almost dead silence. The waves lapped against the side of the two boats, which rocked and knocked together. The reeds rustled against each other, syncing with the chattering bugs like a symphony. A bird flew high above your heads, calling out to the sun and the clouds.

If these were the last things you were to ever hear, you didn’t think that would be so bad. With the sun beating down on your bare shoulders and the water beneath your feet, you couldn’t think of a better way to go out.

At least a bullet was fast.

But it appeared that your kidnappers had a better idea. Making you eat a bullet ran the risk of Peterkin giving them a taste of their own medicine. Even if she hadn’t taken her gun out yet, she was fast, faster than they were. They needed a distraction, and you fit the bill perfectly.

With a graceless shove, the taller grouper sent you flying over the side of the boat and straight into the water. You let out an involuntary cry, met with a mouth full of marsh water.

“No!” Pope cried out.

“y/n!” John B’s voice chorused.

That last thing you heard before you were completely submerged was the sound of one of the boats roaring to life and the pop of a gun going off.

The water was dark, even if the sun was still in the sky. You’d gone swimming in the marsh more times than you could count this summer alone. It never seemed this dark before. Never seemed so bottomless.

Lungs already filling with water, you kicked your feet and hoped to right yourself so you could start going upward. But the deeper you sank, the harder it was to tell which way was up.

It was colder in the water than you remembered. On a day as warm as this one, the water should be pleasant at least. But this water froze you to the core, tearing at your lungs and reaching for your heart. It was already impossible to breathe, but the cold made it all the more worse.

The reeds that had once seemed a safe distance away now reached out for you, grabbing at your legs, dragging you farther down even faster. Hair billowing out around you, panic started to settle in to your bones.

This was it, you were sure. Your legs stopped kicking, the tension in your muscles beginning to relax away. The darkness seemed a little less terrifying and a little more inviting, the water circling around you like a warm hug. Your lungs screamed their last and your body forced your mouth open.

Water takes up whatever available space it finds and your lungs were full of room. What was left of the light in your vision started to darken. You let the darkness and the cold and the exploding feeling in your chest envelope you.

But the world wasn’t done with you yet.

Just as quickly as you had sunk into the depths, you were rising steadily toward the surface.

You didn’t feel it when you broke free from the water, meeting the sun once again. You felt nothing at all.

“I’ve got her!” JJ struggled to keep himself above the water as he supported you from underneath. Somewhere off to the side, John B surfaced with a gasp for air.

“JJ!” Kie called out, half leaning out of the boat, reaching out with her hand. John B swam up to JJ, carrying part of your weight as they made their way back to the boat.

“Is she breathing?” John B asked, voice shaking. JJ just shook his head, water dripping from his soaked hair.

“Here, here!” Kie reached out even farther, almost slipping into the water, but Pope reached down and grabbed hold of one of her belt loops, pulling her back into the boat.

Once JJ and John B were close enough, Pope and Kie hauled your cold, limp body back into the boat. Peterkin left her position at the front of the boat, holstering her gun, and helped them lug you back to safety.

“Is she okay?” Kie asked, holding her arms close to her. Pope put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into him, trying to keep her steady. Peterkin pressed two fingers against your neck, checking for a pulse. She let out a hiss of discontent, freaking Kie out even more. The girl pressed a closed fist to her mouth to keep her sobs muffled.

By the time both John B and JJ were back in the boat, Peterkin had the zip ties off of your wrists and was already starting mouth to mouth.

“What’s wrong?” John B asked, kneeling by your head. “Why isn’t she waking up?”

“She took in a lot of water, JB,” Pope said when Peterkin didn’t respond.

“How? She was barely down there for a minute!”

“A minute can do a lot of damage.”

John B looked back at you desperately.

“Come on, y/n.” He could barely make a sound over a whisper. “You can’t leave me. Come on, wake up.”

A silence fell between them once again. Even the reeds and the birds fell silent as they waited eagerly for you to return. There was only the sound of Peterkin’s heavy breaths and John B’s quiet whimpers.

“Come on, girl,” Peterkin said through her teeth, leaning back down toward you.

A minute later, she fell backwards, gasping for air. All four sets of eyes turned to her in desperation. She met each of their gazes, landing lastly on John B’s, and gave a short shake of her head. Kie let out a sob, her knees giving out beneath her. If Pope hadn’t been there to keep her steady, she probably would have fallen out of the boat. JJ was uncharacteristically silent.

A sob came from John B’s mouth as he leaned over you, cradling your head in his trembling hands.

“Don’t leave me,” he whispered. “You can’t.”

“Nah, fuck this,” JJ said finally, stepping forward. He dropped to his knees beside you and John B sat up.

“I fucking ate your Twinkie that one time and lied to your face about it, y/n, you gonna let me get away with that, huh?” JJ asked, his eyes glazed over in tears. John B scowled and sat up straighter. JJ put his hands against your chest like Peterkin had been doing just moments before. “I convinced that one douche who asked you to the dance to ditch you so you would dance with me and not him, you really going to die and not beat the shit out me for that?”

“JJ,” Kie said quietly. Her heart was already shattered, she really didn’t need to watch her other best friend fall to pieces. JJ ignored her, leaning down to breathe air into your lungs.

“I put pickle juice in your beer when you weren’t looking the day after you told me you hated pickles,” JJ confessed, tears dropping off of his lashes as he pressed against your chest again.

“Maybank,” Peterkin said, placing a hand on JJ’s shoulder.

“Fuck off!” He swatted her back before returning his attention to you.

“I put itching powder in your bed when you brought a boy home once,” John B said, his hands still holding your head steady as JJ continued mouth to mouth. “You can’t let me get away with that.”

“We have a bet,” Pope piped in, stepping away from Kie and kneeling on the other side of your body. “A secret bet and you can’t let me win.”

“Kiara,” Peterkin turned toward the girl who stood with her arms around her stomach, hoping that one of them would see the reality of the situation. “This isn’t going to-”

“You’re my date to Midsummers this year.” Kie ignored Peterkin completely and joined her friends by your side. “You can’t ditch me and let me go alone.”

“Wake up, you stupid son of a bitch,” JJ growled as he started to pound against your chest with a closed fist. “I know you can hear me, so wake the fuck up!”

Your eyes snapped open. Coughing up water, Kie and Pope backed up to give you space to empty your lungs. Peterkin took a step back in shock as the two of them started to laugh and shout in glee.

JJ sat back with a look of shock on his face, confused as to how the hell that had worked. A grin grew on John B’s face as he pulled your hair back so you could continue hacking up water.

“I knew your dumb ass was too stubborn to die,” he said with a laugh, feeling tears continue to run down his face. Through a cough, you smiled over at him.

You turned to look at JJ, who sat there with a smile threatening his lips. Hand on your chest in hopes of keeping your racing heart inside your body, your own smiled grew.

“I can’t believe you ate my fucking Twinkie,” you said through ragged breaths. That smile on JJ’s face finally broke forth. Half a second later, he had his arms around you, pulling in to a tight hug. John B joined in instantly, Kie and Pope falling back to the ground to put there arms around you from the outside.

“Okay, guys,” you said with a laugh, patting JJ on the head. “Almost died here, need some room to breathe.”

They peeled off of you one by one. You caught Peterkin’s confused gaze just as JJ was pulling away from you and you flashed her a short smile and a nod. It was as a close to a thank you as you were ever going to give her. Straightening herself, she returned the nod.

“I thought you were dead,” John B whispered. You turned toward your brother and coughed again.

“Ah, you know. Pearly gates and flying, fat babies aren’t really my thing,” you said before ruffling your hands through his soaking hair. “’Sides, couldn’t really leave my baby brother alone on this godforsaken island.”

“No way you’re going heaven when you die,” JJ said, leaning up against the side of the boat.

“Says you, Twinkie Thief,” you told him with a playful glare.

“I’m never going to hear the end of it, am I?” He sighed, leaning his head back. “Remember who it was who saved your sorry ass.”

“Uh, yeah, me and my burning desire to not die.”

“Oh, really? Who was it who gave you the kiss of life?”

“You call that a kiss?”

“You had us scared there for a second,” Pope interjected, settling down on the other side of the boat. Peterkin took the wheel, not wanting to break up the moment. You shrugged, turning your attention away from the smirking blond.

“Spite and stubbornness go a long way, my friend.” You locked your fingers together behind your neck, suppressing the need to cough again. It still felt like you were drowning, that deep, dark chill still deep in your bones. But you ignored it. No need making your friends any more worried than they already were.

Pope smiled and it was brighter than the sun above.

“Hey, what’s this secret pact you two have anyway?” John B asked, sitting so close beside you that his shoulder pressed against yours.

“It’s called a secret for a reason, little brother,” you told him with a roll of your eyes.

“Though, technically, I think you just lost,” Pope said to you with a raised eyebrow. You shot him a glower, hoping to silence him where he sat, but your busted lip and swollen eye kinda ruined the affect of the glare. It just made Pope laugh.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” JJ asked you. You narrowed your eyes even further and crossed your arms.

“Nothing.”

A laugh rolled through each of you, as if everything was exactly the same as it had always been.

But you knew that nothing was ever going to be the same again.

Even looking at the water as the boat flew through the marsh made your stomach queasy. You could feel the reeds wrapping around your arms, coaxing you back to the darkness, to the depths below.

It wasn’t the cold or the darkness or the pain that scared you about going back in, it was the light you saw just at the end there. Just when you thought your life was done for, that you would never feel the sun or see Pope’s smile or hear JJ’s laugh or smoke with Kie or talk deep into the morning with John B, you had seen a light.

And it wasn’t white and inviting.

It was red. Red like fire.

That thought scared you more than anything else.

For now, though, you could sit with your friends and laugh and pretend like your end wasn’t coming. You’d escaped Death today and maybe he’d be pissed with you, but you could leave that for tomorrow.

Today, you were going to enjoy the sun, maybe drink a beer, maybe officially lose your bet with Pope. Life was too short to waste a second of it and now, you knew that first hand.

“Ah, what the hell,” you huffed half way through another bout of laughter from your friends.

“What-”

You turned toward JJ, putting your hands on the sides of his face and pulling him toward you. Kie was already practically screaming with laughter before you pressed your lips to his. JJ was shocked for just a moment before his hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you in closer. John B’s mouth fell open, his eyes going wide. His eyes widened even farther when the kiss didn’t break.

“Yes!” Pope shouted. “I win, bitch!”

That just made Kie laugh even harder. John B turned to his friend who was hollering through his victory.

“This was your bet?”

But Pope was too excited to answer him. Even Peterkin cracked a smile.

It didn’t matter that you still couldn’t breathe because JJ had given you the kiss of life. And he was still giving it to you. It was much more enjoyable when you were actually conscious to feel it.

Fuck Death. Death could kiss your ass. Hell could kiss your ass. Your heaven was here.

Paradise on earth.

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