TW: overdose, drugs, induced vomiting, generally poor medical choices. read more for discretion
Business had been better than usual lately, enough that Jo was beginning to feel a bit of hope for the place. It had started being loud again. Nothing crazy, not enough to make people leave, but enough that the walls and the floors felt alive again, the whole place had energy and life in it. Things werenāt okay, not yet, but she felt like if she held on tight enough to what she had, the storm outside would pass by without doing much more damage. Closing the bar up for the night, she patted her back pocket and the money there, more than she usually took home, and decided to make a quick side trip before heading up to the apartment. If Angel was already asleep then Jo would leave her be, but on the probable chance that she was up, tonight called for ice cream and a rented movie.Ā
A little while later, Jo took the back stairs two at a time until she reached her front door.Ā āAngel face, I got us ice cream-ā Joās face and the bag she was holding fell when she saw the young woman, laying far too still on the floor. She didnāt consciously tell herself to move but almost instantly Jo was on her hands and knees, hovering over Angelās face. Her heart was hammering in her chest and she was clenching her jaw so tightly her teeth hurt.Ā
āAngel? Angel?!ā Jo said loudly, tapping the side of the womanās face before dropping an ear to her mouth to make sure she was still breathing.Ā āWhat the fuck are you doinā, babe? What the fuck?ā she muttered as she checked Angelās thin wrist for a pulse and a small noise of relief fell from her when she realized it was still there.Ā āAngel! WAKE UP!ā Jo shouted.Ā
Angel was so tiny and thin, and after years of moving kegs on her own it didnāt take much for Jo to prop her friend on her side, still slapping her face lightly, just trying to bring her to consciousness.Ā āAngel? What did you take?ā Jo asked. In the back of her mind she thoughtĀ ācall the fucking hospitalā but then what? Was being put in a white room and poked and prodded really going to fix... whatever the fuck was happening right now? Looking around she noted the beer bottles and the faint, white dust on the coffee table. Okay, not exactly an after-school special but hardly something to get you to this place.Ā āAngel, you need to wake and tell me what you took.ā Jo snapped, shaking the woman slightly in frustration. Standing for a moment she ran into Angelās room, quickly looking around for a needle or a bottle, anything. There was nothing. The bathroom next -fuck. It hadnāt really occurred to her to get rid of her Dadās pain meds. They came in handy on occasion, but sheād never thought-. The whole bottle? So Angel wanted to poison herself to death like Joās old man had? Maybe it was the building itself that was cursed to be home to people who didnāt care about their fucking limits. Tough shit. Jo cared.
Concern was mingled with anger as she stormed into the living room and pulled Angel so that the she was practically in Joās lap.Ā āWake up and get this shit out of your stomach.ā Jo said, opening Angelās mouth and sticking her fingers down her throat. It was the only action she could think of - to get what poison she could out of her friend.Ā āCāmon!ā she shouted again, wiggling her fingers and she could feel Angel gagging.Ā āGood girl, come on.ā Jo said, one hand coaxing the womanās throat to help her vomit while the other smoothed her hair back from her face. After a moment Angelās body shuddered and she threw up. It was on the floor, on Angelās face, on Joās hands and in her lap but the bartender didnāt care. Jo just released a breath sheād been holding and continued to stroke Angelās hair.Ā āThatās good. Good girl. Get it out. Get it all out.ā she said, reaching out her free hand to keep an finger on Angelās pulse. āVomit, then water, then some more waterā Jo thought to herself, creating a plan that was not going to involve sleeping anytime soon.
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If you knew Skye, you were aware of her playful nature, that change in her face with that smile that was infectious. Now had been replaced by a vacant expression as the sound of hospital machinery beeped within the silence. No one would worry, considering most of her relationships were just physical and lacked any depth. Her āfriendsā were only that as they basked in their mutual activities of getting drunk, high and have sex. She knew Michael and Sam wouldnāt worry, neither would her dad because he hadnāt been in the picture for years. The fact that sheād taken too much in a moment of incredible poor misjudgement and wanting to numb whatever she was feeling put her in the hospital bed to begin with. Sheād put Michael as her emergency contact when he offered to save her from Jasper, although it seemed stupid she just felt safer around him, and he was probably the only person who cared. How wrong was she? Her skin looked pale, her body lifeless as she led in the bed with a drip placed in the crook of her arm, trying to replenish her body as she tried to heal from the backlash of her actions. She had gone to see Sam after the fight with Michaelā theyād obviously slept together and then sheād left to go to the nearest party her friend had recommended, got a little drunk, and invested in some flirting that ended up in lots of drugs, and she felt good for a small period of timeā really good. Thatās what Michael told her to do right? And then she felt weird, in pain, breathless, cold, and it all went black. @hxppiness--begins
His head hurt, but that was the least of his worries. Though he told everyone he had slept some, he really didnāt. He couldnāt; everytime he closed his eyes all he saw was Julienās lifeless body laying on the bathroom floor and he would shoot up, scared he didnāt make it in time. He took the necessary bathroom breaks, ate the minimal amount of food his stomach would allow, and changed into a clean pair of clothes. But other than that, he barely left the waiting room if it wasnāt his turn to sit with Julien. He kept his head down, switching between laying on the couch and sitting between JD and Parker, the two of them were what kept him from breaking down again.Ā
Once Mr. Schuester walked out, it was his turn to go in. Standing on shaky legs he followed the nurse down the hallway, walking into the hospital room. Though he had already seen Julien, seeing him so helpless and not awake brought tears to his eyes once again. He slowly made his way into the room, hesitating before sitting down in the chair. Reaching out he took hold of Juliens hand, hating the fact that as he curled his hand around his, there was no similar movement, no squeeze reciprocated. An involuntary sob escaped him, bringing the chair closer to the bed.Ā
āIām sorry. Iām sorry I didnāt see it, that no one saw it. Babeā¦ That sheā¦ she broke you so much that you thought you werenāt worthy enough to not get high all the time. God, sheās a bitch.ā He said, letting out a watery laugh at himself. āWe should have paid attention better but youā¦ you need to wake up so we can. After everything I canātā¦ canāt lose you, man. Not when I just got you.ā He brought their hands up, instantly bringing his lips to the older boy's hands. Any contact was better than none. āWe need you. Me and JD and Parker, we need our best friend and lead singer. We canāt do this shit without you. And Danny and Hudson and Briarā¦ they need their brother. They canāt be the two ginger two blonde clan without you. And Briarā¦ B is a wreck. You canāt leave her, she needs her twin. Leaving your twin is likeā¦ against the twin handbook. I think. I would imagine if there was an actual twin handbook, itād be in there.ā He was rambling now, knowing that if he stopped talking and let the silence overtake them heād lose it even more.Ā
āAnd Iā¦ I need you. So much. Not just because I finally grew the balls to tell you how I feel and you for some reason ended up feeling the same. But because youāre my best friend. Yeah, thereās JD and Parker but youā¦ god Julien, you donāt get it. Baby you are the only person in my life that Iām not treated like a kid around. Everyone always jokes on how Iām the youngest of us all but youā¦ you treat me like Iām just like everyone else. You donāt treat me like a kid. You are so sweet and kind and caring and I love you and need you. You canātā¦ā He shook his head, taking a sharp intake of breath as the sobs started to wrack his body again. āYou have to wake up and you have to get better so we can annoy everyone together again and be famous and gross together and youā¦ please. You canāt leave me. I canāt do this without you. I love you.ā He let his sobs overtake him, dropping their hands and his head to the edge of his bed, unsure what to do anymore.
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1) Spill It - Gravity Falls - 8,585 words
"Why? Why would you possibly do... that?"
Stanley scoffed at his older brother. After everything, he still has the nerve to act as if he cared about his useless sibling? "Don't act like it really matters to you, Sixer. You can drop the act."
2) Onyesha Ā for ArtsyMeeShee - Gravity Falls - 8,057 words
"What are you holding on for? Let me go!" Ford made a noise of disbelief, looking as if he had been struck across the face. How could he say that to him of all people? Like hell, he would let his best friend fall to their death!
"Let you go? Are you insane? Look down and tell me you want me to let you go!"
3) Sui Generis - Gravity Falls - 4,542 words
"Promise me," Stanley said, voice breaking. He sucked in a sharp breath, tears springing to his eyes unbidden. "Promise me you won't hurt yourself anymore, Ford. Look at me in the eyes and promise me."
4) Incandescence Ā for ArtsyMeeShee- Gravity Falls - 2,275 words
He fought for all he was worth when they began to drag him away from the fire. He knew he was hysterical, screaming, begging for them to let him go, his brother needed him, but he found that he didn't particularly care. For all the heaving sobs he was giving, he wasn't getting air. Everything was swimming and distorted.
Ford saw the beginnings of a fire truck pull onto the beach before his knees buckled and everything went black.
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Hi so Iāve taken a very big break from rping, but Iām back baby!! So please take it easy on me aha anyway this is Baxter
WILLIAM BAXTER IV is a 35 year old HETEROSEXUAL CISMALE that was born on NOVEMBER 7th. HE live(s) in BROOKLYN, but theyāre originally from BROOKLYN, NY. They are a/an MECHANIC SHOP OWNER for a living, and often get told they look like ZACHARY LEVI. We wish them the best of luck in the city that never sleeps!
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His great grandfather was William, his grandfather was Will, his dad is Liam and he well everyone other than family just calls him Baxter
For as long as anyone in their family can remember or had record of the Baxter family has lived in Brooklyn. William Michael Baxter the first started a mechanic shop that has been passed down through generations called the Manic Mechanic.
He married his highschool sweetheart straight out of school. And they had a happy life and were even expecting, when complications lead to the loss of the baby. It was a dark time for both of them and while they had each other to rely on depression is a strong thing. One day when he was 27 he came home from work late and found her on the bathroom floor. She had over dosed on medicine.
After loosing his wife and unborn child he went down a dark path of drinking and gambling. But after throwing himself into his work, and attending AA meetings and getting help for his gambling he managed to get back on his own two feet.
The Manic Mechanic is currently owned by Baxter, and at first he only became a mechanic because it was expected of him, but now he loves it and wouldnāt want to change a thing.
He can be distant at times but over all heās a funny, loving and caring guy. Heās very protective and also super oblivious he can never tell when someone is flirting with him.
Sorry this is so bad aha I suck at intros but I hope that doesnāt stop you! Iād love to get some plots and connections going for him.
