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for: @deadlyalibis (dilan!)
where: coastal ridge hospital waiting area
It was the next day by the time Jason made it to the waiting area. The weight of night was still pressing down on him. Smoke and ash clung to his skin in ways he hadn’t shaken off yet—no matter how hard he’d tried to wash it away with soap and silence. The hospital only made it worse. Everything—the injured, the fallen, the aftermath—seeming sharper, harsher, and more real under the stark lighting.
But Jason did what Jason did best. He endured. He snuffed that shit out and kept it moving. Straight on to the waiting room. He saw Dilan before she saw him. His eyes already tracing over her—quick, automatic—like he was checking for damage that went beyond the surface. Because word about her sister had gotten to him by now.
"Dil—hey," Jason finally said, his voice low, rough at the edges. Raw. Like it didn’t try to be anything else. "How's ya sister doin'?" He paused, resting a calloused hand at the base of each one her forearms, his eyes flicking over her again. "Any news?"
she looked up the moment she heard his voice, the sound pulling her back down to earth. dilan had finally convinced herself to stop pacing the hallway, her mind running through a million questions that all revolved around her sister. she hated seeing her like this. being back in the hospital brought out the worst in the sahins — bad memories lurking around every corner — but she couldn't bring herself to leave. she couldn't leave her sister in this place alone.
the brunette pulled herself to her feet, taking jason's face into both of her hands. everything that had happened the night before had happened so fast. she'd barely begun to process her sister's injuries, let alone jason running back into the fire to help. she could still smell the smoke clinging to him, the horror of the night lingering beneath it, but as she looked into those blue eyes that always seemed to steady her, she felt some of the tension finally slip from her shoulders. enough for her to pull him in, pressing a gentle kiss against his cheek.
"she's ... she's stable," she answered softly, relief evident despite the exhaustion written across her features. "they're waiting for her to wake up, so i've just been waiting out here. i don't want to bombard her until she's awake and ready for visitors, you know?" her gaze found his once more, concern replacing the brief comfort she'd allowed herself. "how are you? you ran back ... are you alright?"
tommy had been quiet for a few days. he'd given everyone the chance to settle down and rein in their emotions. this was something he hated about small towns. a little death occurred and everyone felt the need to be emotional about it. it had been nearly a week already, time to move on. and time for him to get back to his scheming and general nuisance. this time though, he was sitting at the quaint little diner he had found on his first visit to rift valley, staring at the girl behind the counter. he needed the distraction and she was pretty to look at. the second he saw her looking his way though, he raised his hand, waving her over with a hint of smugness to his face.
lola spotted his wave with ease, a smile finding her lips instantly, and made her way over without thinking twice about it. “you know,” she said, stopping beside him, her gaze lifting to meet his, “if you keep looking at me like that, i’m going to start thinking you’ve got a favorite person in this room.” she leaned in slightly, head tilted toward him. “or is that the point?”
❝ what exactly is it that you needed my help with here ? ❞ jack questioned , his tone skeptical. his guard needed to remain up , which meant that he wasn't too incentivized to feel as though he could trust anyone. ❝ it's late. whatever it is , can we make this quick ? ❞
lola tipped her head toward him, a small smile finding her lips. “wow. you really know how to make a girl feel wanted.” she rocked back on her heels, hands quickly shoving themselves into her front pockets. “i just ... don’t really want to walk home alone tonight.” she said, her shoulders lifting into a small shrug. “after everything that’s happened lately, i guess i’m feeling a little nervous.” she looked back at him. “i was hoping you’d come with me. that’s all.”
there were only so many places that zayn could tuck his anger away in. the kind of anger that lingered from days long gone , from situations out of his control that rose up , ugly and unavoidable. it had been years since he'd first acquired his membership , to the small boxing gym that allowed him to release some of that anger , some of that tension that pulled his muscles taut. unlike a normal gym , those who came here could take it. and dish it out. sometimes , however , he could get too focused. he could miss when the clock struck a certain hour , of when he was meant to be finished for a certain blonde.
❝ alright , alright , i'm wrapping up , ❞ came his near breathless words after he'd looked up , to catch sight of her on the mat beside them.
she wanted to hit something, though the burns on her arm urged her to stay put and watch instead. presley wasn’t really a rule follower, the blonde stepped back into work the moment she could, but this was one rule she couldn’t break. no matter how badly she wanted to climb into the ring with him, her burns had other plans.
“you really love making me wait.” she teased, letting out a laugh as she looked down at him. “maybe that’s because you just like having me watch you all hot and sweaty.” if anything, zayn helped her feel like herself, a sense of normal she’d never admit she craved.
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TW: explosion, fire, smoke inhalation, panic, minor injury
presley didn’t even like popcorn, and yet the buttery smell drew her in. she blamed ryker, and the weed in her system that he so graciously gifted her. there was nothing worse than the munchies at a place with a million snacks at your fingertips.
here she was, waiting in the longest line in the universe.
it moved slowly, festival-goers in front of her mentioning something about needing to make another batch. she didn’t even like popcorn.
that’s when the tent exploded.
orange and smoke swallowed the tent in an instant. the blast hit like a shockwave, knocking her hard to the ground. the buttery smell vanished, replaced with smoke that burned at her throat.
presley coughed as heat and smoke rushed over her, stinging her eyes and filling her lungs.
“fuck…” she breathed out, pressing a hand to the dirt as she tried to orient herself.
her thoughts drifted back to the date she was supposed to be on. was damian okay? was he hurt?
she pushed herself up quickly, stumbling as the chaos around her erupted — screams, running feet, the crackle of fire behind her.
too close.
she turned and ran.
her arm burned faintly where hot air had caught her, but it wasn’t enough to stop her — just enough to sting and linger. she coughed again, smoke scratching at her throat as she made it out of the immediate blast zone.
around her, people were shouting, pushing away from the tent as it collapsed into flames behind them.
scout.
her mind snagged on her best friend as she staggered forward, lungs tight but still working.
they had a system. they always had.
she couldn’t —
they needed each other.
her vision blurred at the edges from smoke, but she kept moving until cleaner air finally broke through the haze.
she bent over, coughing hard, hands braced on her knees as the ringing in her ears slowly faded.
when she finally looked back, the popcorn tent was gone in fire and chaos.
closed | emir & dilan | outside the pop up bar | @deadlyalibis
it didn't take emir very long to realise that a rift valley festival was not going to be like the usual ones he attended. though it was probably on him for expecting anything else from the town he was trying so hard to call his new home. his one solution to ease his disappointment though was simple, booze. practically planting himself outside the saints and sinners bar and watching the events unfold around him as he sipped on some cheap whiskey. trying desperately to get at least tipsy enough to enjoy himself, but knew it would take some time for that to happen.
as he finished off his cup and turned to head back to the bar, he spotted dilan stood by it, and suddenly emir was glad that he hadn't gotten himself too loaded yet. "not planning on spending too much time in here, are you sister?" he asked as he moved to stand beside her. his typical grumpy face changing to form a more pleasant expression.
“at the bar or at the festival?” dilan asked with a laugh, shrugging her shoulders. the night was still young, but she hadn't planned on staying at either place for very long. was there some sort of time limit attached to the note? how long was she actually supposed to linger around before whoever sent it considered their demand fulfilled?
“jason's off getting something to eat. i figured the least i could do was grab something to wash it all down.” she glanced toward him, raising an eyebrow. “i hope you're not planning on drinking the entire night away. did you bring anyone special with you tonight, big brother?”
without waiting for an answer, she lifted a hand to get the bartender's attention. “one more of whatever he's been drinking,” she said, gesturing toward her brother, “and something a little less depressing for me.”
the question about the letter sat on the tip of her tongue. she knew most people would rather pretend it didn't exist, but that was difficult when it seemed to be the only thing anyone at the festival could talk about. for now, she kept the thought to herself and turned her attention back to her brother instead.
Asena spotted Dilan through the crowd and immediately altered course. There were some older sister duties she took very seriously, and annoying Dilan ranked near the top of the list. “Well, well.” A smile spread across her face as she approached. “I was told there was a boyfriend somewhere around here.” Her gaze drifted dramatically over Dilan’s shoulder and into the surrounding crowd. “Should I be concerned?” she asked lightly. “Is he hiding from me already?” The teasing came easily despite the affection underneath it. Asena folded her arms and tilted her head. “Because if he’s hiding, I assume that means he has either excellent instincts or something to hide. Which one is it?”
a smile quickly spread across her features as her sister approached, immediately soaking up her presence. “boyfriend?” dilan questioned, her eyes suddenly widening in surprise. “as, we’re not together like that … or at least i don’t think we are. he hasn’t asked to be official.” instead the pair was enjoying each other company, though he was the person she probably saw the most throughout the week. still, she didn’t want to falsely put a label on something, especially not without discussing it with jason first. “i don’t think he’s hiding, he just went to get me another drink.” she told her softly. “no need to jump to those conclusions … what could he want to hide by getting drinks?”
for: @deadlyalibis (dilan!)
where: off to the side somewhere but they can still see the stage
Jason scanned the crowd for what had to be the hundredth time. The music was loud. The crowd was louder. Still, no one seemed as relaxed as they should've been. The note—the warning, the possibility shit was going to go down tonight. It had him on edge. Mostly because every time he caught Dilan looking around, he could see she was thinking about it too.
"Still don't get it, Dil." Jason tried to get her mind off of things and leave the heavy shit for him to carry. He stepped in behind her, arms sliding loosely around her waist. His chin settled into the small dip of her shoulder as he cocked his head, getting a look at her. "What all the friggin' hype’s 'bout with these guys."
Then, his chin ticked over towards the stage, but his attention stayed on Dilan. The frontman was still jumping around like he'd just pounded back three Red Bulls. "C'mon, lemme get ya anotha drink."
dilan smiled as his arms settled around her, her hands finding his forearms almost immediately. she figured it was subtle enough, a small gesture that didn’t fully give away how nervous she was about the festival — just enough to let him know she wanted him there. his voice brought her back into the moment, stopping the intrusive thoughts that trickled back to that awful letter everyone had received.
“i’ve been trying to figure it out myself …” she began, her head turning up to look at him before she scrunched up her nose. “but it’s not music … just noise.” she shrugged, easily seeing that the band on stage wasn’t jason’s cup of tea either.
when he spoke, she instinctively leaned back into the warmth of him for a brief moment, grounding herself more than the festival ever could, before they started to move away from the stage. as they walked, her hand slid from his arm and she reached for his hand at her waist, slipping her fingers into his as they went.
“that sounds like a wonderful idea.” she agreed, giving his hand a small squeeze. “i’m sorry if i seem a little off …” she admitted softly, glancing up at him, figuring he probably saw it written on her face — he always did. “i keep seeing that stupid letter in my head … i know i shouldn’t let it affect the festival … but it’s there.” she continued as they moved away from the band that was quickly becoming background noise.
she shifted a little closer to him once more, their hands still linked, feeling better almost immediately just from the contact. “i’m glad you’re here.”
tucked behind a row of vendor trailers near the edge of the festival grounds where the voices grew thinner and the crowds stopped wandering, he leaned casually against a chain-link fence with his hands shoved into his pockets. he had told himself he wasn't going to do buisness today but presley was one of his favorite clients. ryker pushed off the fence slightly and let his eyes settle on her as she approached, a grin immediately tugging at the corner of his mouth. “well, look who finally decided to show up.” he shook his head dramatically before pointing at her. “haven't seen you around in a minute. you cheatin' on me with the dispensary? because if that's what's happening, i think i deserve the truth.”
“aw, were you missing me?” presley teased the moment ryker came into view. in truth she had to make her rounds at the festival, especially since she arrived with a date on her arm. “now ryker, you know that you’re the longest relationship i’ve ever been in ... i’d never throw that away for some overpriced dispensary. i know they’ll never take care of me like you do, babe.” she told him, holding up both of her hands in surrender. “you have nothing to worry about here ... did you bring me anything fun?” the blonde wasn't even sure what she wanted, but she needed something to get her into a party mood if she was going to enjoy the rest of the festival.
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" this feels almost wrong. " she states as the sound of laughter fills around them. " people are dying. i almost feel guilty for having fun, you know? "
"honestly, you don't know how good it feels to hear someone else say that." lola admitted softly. "i've been feeling guilty ever since i arrived ... " she trailed off, letting a sigh leave her lips. "i don't know ... it feels like we weren't even given a choice, and now we're supposed to pretend everything's fine."
"so...do you approve or what?" pam stood with her arms out, showing off the outfit lola had put together for her. it was actually cute. and comfortable. and pam didn't hate it. that was new and a big change from her usual style. "so what are we doing first? do we want food? matching tattoos?
"wait ... you have to do one of those slow spins so i can really see it all tied together." lola said, motioning with her finger for her friend to follow her instruction. she looked cute and nothing like someone headed to prom, which was exactly what they were going for. "matching tattoos is definitely on our to-do list, that's for sure. how hungry are you right now?"
"can you believe the line for body paint?" lola asked, shaking her head. "the news headlines are still in bright red and all they can think about is getting someone to paint their chest." she huffed, clearly not in the most cheerful of moods with everything going on. it was hard for her to focus, her thoughts mainly centered on making sure bash was okay.
"i'm sorry..." she sighed. "we don't even know each other and i'm here ranting to you about body paint."
the smell of fried oreos drew her in, something sweet and simple to absorb some of the alcohol in her stomach. the line was long, but she didn't mind waiting if it meant ending up with her fried treat. thankfully, the person working the booth moved quickly, and paloma got what she wanted in record time. it wasn't until she turned to try and find her sisters that she walked straight into someone's shoulder, her fried oreos tumbling to the ground. "damn ... they were still warm too." she let out a sigh, slowly looking up to face the person she'd collided with.
"are you alright?" the question died on her tongue as her eyes settled on the man in front of her. "maddox?"
"it just feels a little weird, right?" paloma began, turning her head to look at him. "celebrating after people keep losing their lives…" she and dario weren't particularly close, but they'd hooked up before, and she couldn't help but feel the weight of it. it took everything in her to convince herself to come, even with the daunting letter, but she definitely wasn't dragging six-month-old camila into the mess. the santoro sisters had decided it was best to arrive together, and there was no better choice in paloma's eyes. "come on, i don't want to be a downer. i think i need another drink." she said, finishing off the one in her hand.
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presley didn't make a habit of going out publicly with her clients, but damian had quickly become one of her favorites. she glanced over at him and laughed before taking in her surroundings. she knew it was an odd time to be celebrating, with death still hanging over everyone in the mc, but distraction was in her nature, and there was no better place to find it. "you know, you clean up pretty good." she told him, her hand running across his exposed chest. "this look is definitely doing something for me."
"how the hell am i supposed to focus on having a good time when you came dressed like that?" presley questioned dramatically, motioning to his arms after taking a drag from her cigarette. "put the guns away so i can kick your ass in corn hole...or maybe ring toss? what do you feel like getting beat in tonight?"
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