𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝙰𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜
♥💦 -> Why tf did you have to open your big mouth????
♥💦 -> Why couldn’t you stay quiet in the last-night conversation???
♥💦 -> Why did you have to say that YOU ARE TERRIFIED OF WATER???
♥💦 -> Ugh! Why were you so dumb?? Anyways, now it’s to late to regret your choices as Chris gives you an evil grin while holding a breathing equipment and pointing to the water filled tank at your right.
♥💦 -> You hold onto your best friend Gwen for dear life, your eyes widening with fear as you see Chris approach you like a cat approaches it’s trapped mouse and you erratically shake your head no without the strenght to look away from Chris’ devilish smile.
♥💦 -> ❝Gwen- Gwen please- please don’t let him put me inside of that rhing!!❞ you practically sob, while hugging the goth girl thightly, she just can bring herself to wrap her arms around you in a comforting embrace while Chris laughs out of the fun of the situation.
♥💦 -> ❝Sh, Shh... you can do this Y/N, you only have to stay in there for ten minutes and then everything will have ended❞ she tries to soothe you while rubbing your back in the most comforting way posible.
♥💦 -> ❝Bu-But❞ you cried at the feeling of Chris approaching you even more while creepily whistling as a way to put presure on the situation.
♥💦 -> ❝Don’t worry Y/N, you are strong, you will survive this, I’m going to get buried alive right after this, so you only have to think of me, because I will be thinking of you... ¿okay? we can do this❞ she reasures you, finally breaking the hug and pushing you slightly in Chris’ direction, you gulp, the fear taking over your body.
♥💦 -> And so on you close your eyes thightly and hold your hand out to Chris, who plops the equipment on your hand with a light laugh.
♥💦 -> Gwen helps you put on the oxygen mask and then lets Chris guide you to the tank, in which you sink yourself right after, as it is made of crystal you can see how Gwen gives you a thumbs up.
♥💦 -> You try and give your own thumbs up back but you find yourself too scared to do that, so you just shakily smile at her, feeling the cold of the water hurting your muscles as If they were stabbing you with little knives over and over again.
♥💦 -> You seem to panic even more when you see Chris taking Gwen by the shoulder and forcing her to walk with him in the opposite direction to your tank in want of getting to her own fear, getting her buried alive.
♥💦 -> In your panic you punch the glass of the tank repeteadly, wanting to be out of there now, the water surounding your body making it hard to breath for you.
♥💦 -> Your punches last until something creakes over you, a kind of canvas falls from the ceiling, covering the tank in the blinking of an eye, blocking your view of the outside and making your heart race while your eyes go wide and your body starts to tremble.
♥💦 -> You start counting the seconds, then the minutes, and before you realize it, the 10 minutes have passed by but nobody has come to free you.
♥💦 -> Your arms start to shake violently at the thought of having to stay even more time inside this body of water, praying for someone to save you for once in your life.
♥💦 -> You can’t bring yourself to keep counting as the tears start to pick in the corner of your eye, and you hug yourself, wanting to be freed and never come near a body of water ever again.
♥💦 -> The time continues passing by, and you know that an hour has passen by thanks to the feeling of lack of oxygen making your senses go high at the thought of dying this way.
♥💦 -> Your vision starts to get blurry as little black points apear at the corner of your vision, panicking to an extreme, you try and punch the tank’s top, in hopes of getting someone to hear you or to freed yourself with your weak punches.
♥💦 -> As your lung start to burn and your body no more responds to your actions you know that you’re going to close your eyes and sleep forever...
Your body could even stay inside this tank for weeks and you’re sure that nobody will found you.
♥💦 -> And then, you hear ringing in your eyes, your mouth opening widely to try and get a drop of oxygen as your body spasm repetitively.
♥💦 -> And then, your eyes closes and everything goes numb, the last thing you feel is the cold water surrounding your, now pale, body, and everything fades to black and numbness a pair of seconds after that.
♥💦 -> However, ten seconds after you give your last sigh, the top of the tank gets violently pushed aside as Bridgette appears on top of the cristal object, her eyes widening at your inmobile state.
♥💦 -> The girl would have screamed If she didn’t have thrown herself inside of the tank to try and take off your oxygen mask in a highly fast speed of movement.
♥💦 -> She throws the equipment away with despair and worry taking over her actions and she lifts your body out of the tank, leaving you on the wood planch near it.
♥💦 -> Her eyes are watering as she desperately searches for you pulse, not finding anything, nor in your wrists, nor in your neck.
♥💦 -> She is quickly to lift your head with one of her hands and she obstructs your nose with the other, she then puts her lips thogether with yours and she lets the air go through her lungs to yours
♥💦 -> She desperately repeats the process for a good two minutes before you unexpectedly lift your head all of a suden, taking a good breath of air and making the blonde jump back as a way to prevent a forehead colison.
♥💦 -> You quickly breathe in and out for a pair of seconds, still not knowing what was happening around you and then it all clicks.
♥💦 -> Tou died. Well, you almost died. You drowned in that fucking water tank.
♥💦 -> And then you remember that Bridgette is there, that meaning that she was the one bringing you to life again.
♥💦 -> Your eyes start to water and you start crying not even five seconds after that, you start sobbing violently while you run to the blonde girl a few fet away from you, throwing yourself at her arms and letting her cry too.
♥💦 -> ❝OH MY GOD- I- I THOUGHT I LOST YOU!!!❞ the girl cried, holding you as closer to her as possible.
♥💦 -> ❝I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE- THANK YOU BRIDGETTE THANK YOU SO MUCH!!❞ you shouted in between sobs, holding onto her waist as thight as possible.
♥💦 -> ❝Y/N- Y/N I love you- I love you so much!! And not as a friend! I love you I love you I love you!!❞ she screamed, bringing her hands to cup your face while the tears of relief streamed down her face with no-stop.
♥💦 -> ❝I- I love you too Bridgette!!❞ you sobbed uncontrollably while looking at her beautiful and teary blue ocean eyes.
♥💦 -> You then kissed, it was a messy and not so perfect one, but much more one that showed how much of worried and scared you two were of losing each other.
♥💦 -> ❝Aw, isn’t it cute?❞ a voice behind you two said, Bridgette’s eyes glowed with a murdery glow as she turned around slowly with your cheeks still cuped in her hands to face Chris, the one behind your almost death.
♥💦 -> ❝YOU❞ she said with venom drippin’ of her mouth, she slowly left your cheeks alone and used her hands to point at him accusingly while dangerously walking his way, making Chris laugh nervously and take a few steps back.
♥💦 -> ❝YOU STUPID ASSHOLE!!! YOU ALMOST KILL THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PERSON IN THIS WHOLE CAMP!!!!❞ she shouted, the fire glowing in her eyes, making her seem even more intimidating and scary than Duncan when he had no sleep.
♥💦 -> ❝OKAY, Time to run!!!❞ Chris shouted before running to exit the room in hopes to get away from your new and angry girfriend.
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Okay, okay, okay, I've started a new WIP based on a another prompt in my inbox. This one is going to be long, I know this already, BUT IM SO EXCITED SO FAR!!!
Here's a small teaser from what poured out of me today.
Steve never thought it would end this way.
He tries desperately again to loosen the fishing line that has wrapped itself around his foot, trapping him in the frigid grey water. Steve paddles up again to take a deeper breath, only to find that he's unable to fully breach the surface enough to breathe.
He gulps down a mixture of water and air, sputtering as the water hits his lungs and chokes his throat. He realises, deliriously, that he might actually die here, alone in the woods at twelve years old.
This is why his mother had forbidden him from swimming in the lake, especially by himself; she had told him a million times not to go down there alone.
Steve slips under again, watching as the last few bubbles of air fly towards the surface above him, his vision begins to tunnel as he belatedly wishes he had thought to tell someone that he was going to lovers lake that afternoon.
Two strong hands suddenly appear on both sides of him, grasping Steve by the arms, hauling him out of the water.
"Shit, he's caught on something, Ed, hand me my knife, hurry," a gruff voice says as Steve is dragged into a boat, he sputters and coughs, gasping for air as his lungs burn and seize.
"Is he okay?" Another smaller voice says with uncertainty.
Steve opens his eyes just enough to find a wide pair of brown eyes staring back at him, a boy with a mop of curly hair sits beside Steve, he wrings his hand nervously as the older man works on cutting away the tangle of old fishing line that had caught Steve earlier.
"This is why we always take our lines with us instead of leavin' em in the lake," Wayne huffs as he severs the last knot holding Steve's leg, "he should be okay, you're lucky we were here kid".
All Steve can do is nod, his chest and throat still sore from his near drowning.
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2+16+38 for Shae from f*ck with my muse?
f*ck with my muse
2: break any bone(s) in my muse’s body
16: beat my muse to a bloody pulp
38: poke and prod at my muse’s injuries
Content Warnings: tiny whump, environmental whump, accidental whump, trapped, confined spaces (washing machine to be specific), beaten up (sorta), bruises, broken bones, broken back, water whump, near-downing, choking
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"Let me out! LET ME OUT!"
Shae doesn't care anymore whether he's discovered or what happens after that, because what is about to happen could kill him.
The machine rumbles, dishes rattle and water rushes through unseen pipes. Shae whimpers and continues banging on the inside wall of the machine.
"PLEASE! TURN IT OFF!"
Jets of water shoot from all sides; one strikes the faerie - he slams forward into the wall and then droops back and slips off of the small ledge.
Another jet hits him mid-fall and blasts him halfway across the machine before he's abruptly stopped when his lower back collides with the edge of a pan.
Shae's fragile body curves sharply backwards and something snaps. His mouth opens in a silent cry until he chokes on the water that rushes over him.
Slowly he slips down the curve of the pan and falls again. He's caught by the upper rack of the dishwasher, dangling by his leg wedged between two mugs. The faerie stares dizzily down to the sturdy ceramic dishes that await him.
Then his back twinges so violently it jostles him free of the mugs. Shae drops forward and, though his fall is slowed by jets now shooting upward, it hurts no less when he hits the top of a row of plates. He sputters and coughs as the water continues to surge around him, barely able to think beyond the pain in his back.
He tries to lie still. The machine has other plans.
Its jets shut off and for a brief moment there is only a low hum.
A foamy substance starts to trickle from holes in the ceiling. It coats the faerie and everything around him. He gradually starts to slip down between two large plates. By the time he notices he tries to lunge forward and hold onto something but it's too late, the surface too slick.
Shae slides down until he's trapped, his body folded awkwardly in the narrow space. He tries to squirm free but only serves to contort himself into an equally uncomfortable position.
The faerie is momentarily grateful that the jets of water are no longer hitting him here. Maybe he can stay here and wait it out...
A light drizzle of water replaces the foam. It isn't as harsh as the jets but in turn he can hardly take a breath without inhaling water. The soaked faerie coughs his throat raw.
Shae has just a few seconds while the machine changes cycles to try to catch his breath. Just seconds of still having hope.
The jets come on full blast from either side. Tucked between the plates, Shae was correct that he'd be shielded from them, only to find the real danger in the way the whole thing quakes on the strong setting, turning his safe haven into a new threat.
The vibration of the machine shakes the little faerie loose. Just loose enough for him to be jostled relentlessly between the plates. His body is tumbled like a rock - except the fairy has no hard surface, only delicate skin.
When the washer finally shudders to a stop, Shae’s limp body slips from between the plates down toward the bottom of the machine. There is a click and beams of light cut between the dishes as the door opens. In turn, the door opening rolls the faerie into a newly formed crevice between the rack and the back wall.
A hand reaches in and retrieves a fork. The door starts to close, pressing Shae tight between the rack and the wall. A whine is squeezed from his burning lungs.
“It isn’t closing.”
“What? It was just closed.”
“I don’t know, the rack won’t go in all the way.
“Maybe something got stuck.”
“I’ll try to get it...”
The hand returns, reaching far back into the machine with the fork. It shuffles around until it makes contact with something...then furiously begins trying to work that something free. Its prongs sharply jab the faerie, making him cry out weakly, all he can manage to do. Where the metal points dig into his tender skin they leave behind indents that bruise even darker and deeper than the rest.
Finally the fork catches in his shredded clothes. It lifts and yanks him free. Shae dangles from it like a drowned little animal, helpless as he is pulled towards the light.
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