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[rogan]

“ he's not breathing! ”
main characters ;; spencer bryan & austin johnson
notes ;; husH CHILDREN. AND don't mind the tiny time jump please ;w;
word count ;; 948

being hospitalized wasn't the best thing in spencer's mind. the smell of clean air bugged her. to her, the amount of cleaning supplies they used was far too much. sure, they needed to keep the place sanitized and everything, to keep the patients safe. but that was a lot, and it stung spencer's nose to the point she felt like crying. it was that strong.

it had been an hour since they said austin had gotten out of surgery, and yet, she still couldn't see him. what was up with that? she had requested she see him as soon as possible- and an hour had passed. she was getting anxious, antsy, even. her thoughts raced through her head, and all she could really think of were that austin may be dead. he couldn't be dead, though, could he? no. of course not: he was austin. and austin didn't die. he didn't die on her, he was too young to even be dead.

anxiety began pricking at her chest, throwing her into another universe. where the crash never happened. where no one in this relationship died. where no car was ruined (what? spencer loved the car). but there was no such thing as a perfect alternate universe. no place was perfect, after all, right?

when she heard foot steps coming into her room, she immediately sat up right, wincing slightly.

"can i see him?" spencer asked, her eyes sparkling with hope.

"he's stable, and awake. he's been requesting you for at least ten minutes." the doctor told her kindly.

so, i couldn't have seen him ten minutes ago? what crap. she though, taking in a deep breath before she slid her feet of the bed, and onto the cold tile floor.

"would you like your shoes?"

spencer looked at the doctor, shaking her head. "no, i think i'm good. i can manage."

the doctor nodded, waiting for spencer to limp her way out of the room.

"he's in the room on your left." the doctor said, bobbing her head before walking off.

the blonde girl took the left turn, stopping in the door way, seeing austin resting his head on the pillows. spencer smiled, and slowly walked towards the chair that was placed next to the bed. she sat down, taking in a deep breath before staring at the man, who stared right back at her.

"hey." austin was the first speaker, though the word was barely noticeable. it seemed like it hurt to even breath.

spencer couldn't help but smile wider. "hey." she told him softly, leaning forward and holding out her hand, watching him slowly take it into his own. "you look great."

the man averted his eyes, his smile soft. "great? no. not really." he croaked, glancing up at her once more. his eyes were full of pain, of worry.

the happiness in spencer's eyes were soon replaced with worry. worry that the man in front of her wouldn't survive.

"don't talk, it sounds like it's painful." she told him, nodding afterwards.

austin took in a quick breath, then nodded in agreement. it was obvious, the pain he was in. it flashed in his eyes, especially each time he sighed. she felt terrible for him, he didn't deserve to be in the pain he was in. sure, he touched the bear- he wasn't ever supposed to touch the bear, but he didn't deserve this because of that. he didn't do anything to deserve it.

spencer ran her thumb in circles on the back of his hand, staring at their hands before looking up at him.

"i never got to tell you," the man began speaking again, but he wouldn't let spencer interfere. "i love you, too."

his arm relaxed. at first she thought it was good he was relaxing. until she saw his eyes close, and the rest of his body just stop moving all in all. his chest stopped moving, and his eyes remained closed.

she shook his hand gently, failing at an attempted to wake him up.

she rose, wincing slightly before she neared the bed, and within her first steps, the machine was beeping in her ear. she looked at the machine, the lines straight. her eyes widened, and she looked back at the boy laying on the bed, no longer breathing.

all of a sudden, nurses and doctors came rushing in, and one even tried getting spencer out of the room.

"he's not breathing!" spencer screamed, trying to fight back against the doctor pulling her out of the room. she tried jumping towards the room, failing. "no! please! let me go!" she couldn't get herself to stop struggling, her mind only focused on one thing- austin.

the doctor tried to calm her, but it didn't work. spencer still tried getting back into the room. she couldn't let him go. she didn't want to. she just couldn't. she just struggled to get past the doctor, only to fail each time.

"i need to be with him! let me go!" she screamed, tears falling from her eyes. her nose stinging, and her muscles sore. she tried to get away again, to get into the room, but eventually all her muscles gave up, and she got weaker each time. "please...let me be with him..." she cried softly, finally just standing there, staring down at the ground.

she wasn't going to move, not unless it was to go see austin. but knowing the doctor wouldn't let her past the door, she gave in. her mind was focused on the hope that the man would survive, that she wouldn't have to move on because of his death. he was one person she wasn't going to live without.

[sparky.]

aaaaaaAAAAAAHHHHHHhhhh
-tosses confetti-
my bean is alive!!1!

[rogan]

“ please, don't cry... ”
main characters ;; spencer bryan & austin johnson
notes ;; we all need a happy ending
word count ;; 933

the only thing keeping austin alive right now was a machine. spencer couldn't take the pain that was building inside her chest. austin was pretty much dying, or dead, and she knew she would die if he had died. everything happened so quickly, it scared the girl to the point she was about to cry.

or it could have been the smell of all the cleaning supplies. though it was probably the scared part.

she had been escorted back to her room while austin's family arrived. why she couldn't see them was beyond her, but she didn't object to the choices the doctors made. it was more than likely for the greater good. so she and austin's family wouldn't have a bad greeting. of course, spencer didn't know the true reason why they couldn't be by austin's side at the same time.

spencer paced around the cold room, releasing a wince every once and awhile as too much pressure was applied to her sore leg. her headache returned, and her forehead throbbed. anxiety continued to build up in her chest, her mind focused on one thing- austin's survival, death, more like. nothing was going to take her mind off the black haired man. she loved him too dearly to let him go, to move on after his death. she had a hard enough time getting over her cat's death the year before.

tears streamed down her face, her arms wrapped around chest. the tile floor was cold, but she didn't mind entirely. the doctor's let her change into a more comfortable variety of clothes- which she found surprising because that never happens -and just left her alone in her room. she was hoping to leave, to see austin one last time before they took away the only thing keeping austin alive.

spencer stopped pacing as soon as the nurse entered the room, giving her a soft look. "you can come say your last words before we..." the nurse trailed off, knowing it would have been wrong to continue.

"thank you." she told the nurse in return, holding back the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes.

the girl took quick strides, trying to hide the pain that shot up her leg with each step she took, till she was in austin's doorway. the machines sat there perfectly still. and there rested austin. nearly motionless on the hospital bed. spencer wiped away a falling tear, and walked towards the side of the bed, trying her best not to break down and cry. the tears continued to hang on her eyelids as if threatening to start pouring at any given moment, and soon enough, one tear took a stroll down her cheek. she blinked the other tears from her eyes, and looked at the man laying in the hospital bed.

it hit her hard that she may never see his beautiful face again, that she may never see his smile again except for in the pictures, that she may never feel the soft touch of his hand in hers. it stung, that the one man she truly loved- was being kept alive by a machine.

spencer grabbed austin's hand, feeling how soft they were for the last possible time. tears rolled down her cheeks, and as seconds went by, they rolled down faster. soft cries came afterwards, and then she couldn't hold it in anymore. she broke down, leaning against the hospital bed, both of her hands holding austin's one hand. her forehead was pressed to they're hands, and her ability to hold all the emotions in failed.

the tears fell, and they fell fast at that. no one bothered her, no one even spoke to her while she broke down. at one point she was sure someone moved the visitors' chair from it's current place to behind her, and had her sit down- but that could have been any time ago. with her butt in the seat, she only leaned forward, her hands protecting austin's. her thoughts raced, and her mind wouldn't stay focused on anything but austin, and what might happen after his death.

her eyes closed tightly, and she gave austin's hand a tight squeeze, shaking her head as a sting of profanities fell from her mouth. her cries were a bit louder, and soon enough- she was screaming muffled curses.

"hey, please, don't cry..." the voice was cracked.

she refused to look up to see who the voice belonged to, figuring it was one of austin's family members.

"please, don't cry, spence." there it was again.

there was a movement, and that made her look up. she looked up to lock eyes with the man who had been hooked up to machines. she looked up, and austin's eyes were alive. he was alive. and not just because some stupid machine keeping him there.

spencer shot up, looking at the man in the bed. "you're alive!" she yelled in a whisper, eyebrows furrowing before they shifted once more. she wanted to hug him, but chose not to- fearing she would hurt him.

austin smiled softly, "yeah, i'm alive." he told her, shifting his hand so that their fingers were laced together.

she couldn't believe he was actually alive: that he wasn't in fact dead. was the machine really the only reason he was actually breathing? or was he actually breathing? questions raced through the woman's mind, and she couldn't stay focused.

her eyes gleamed with happiness, and she looked directly into the man's eyes. "i love you." spencer whispered.

"i love you, too, spencer." austin replied, staring into the woman's eyes.

[Ranger of the North]

*dissolves in a puddle of happy sobbing*

sorry now there's a puddle to mop up too

[Pyjaks]

^ LMAO same
You're a really good writer, every one of your one shots gives me the feels ;_;

[rogan]

x

“ don't shoot! ”
main characters ;; liliana hastings & kirk leland
notes ;; why am i so...wow. what was i THINKING
word count ;; 1301

vampires, shifters and weres, oh my! the girl sang in her head, a soft melancholy sounding hum coming from her throat.

liliana stood tall, totally not scared for her life. short and blonde, trying to stand tall and proud. how hard was that? not so hard, really...just the standing tall part was hard.

her trigger finger danced anxiously over the gun's trigger, her thumb hovering over the hammer while she walked along the wall. her leather jacket ran along the red, chipping paint, knocking some loose pieces off the wall and onto the tearing carpeted floor.

this place really gave her the chills, between the werewolves and the very, very scary vibe it gave off: each second that went by, made her feel unwelcome. and yet, liliana felt that anyone who ever stepped foot inside this house felt unwelcome. unless they were to the werewolves, that is.

the floor beneath the carpet creaked beneath her weight, and she was welcomed with more silence [along side of the creaking] as she continued to move along. her eyes swept over the empty hallway, checking over and over to see if she had missed anyone, anything, even. each rat that moved, she jumped, each time she heard a squeaked, she also jumped.

a rat's squeak disrupted the silence that hang through the air, and liliana jumped to the other side of the hall, ramming her shoulder directly into the wall. a sharp pain spiraled in her shoulder, and she tried to shake it off, trying to draw her focus on something else. like how that rat scared the crap out of her.

tears lined her eyes, and she shoved the gun beneath her pants just at the small of her back. she reached into her jacket pocket, and pulled out a hair tie. she leaned her head back, and pulled her platinum blonde hair into a pony tail, strands that wouldn't fit long enough, fell and framed her face. liliana reached back and pulled her gun out once more, wincing at the pain that pinched at her shoulder. her shoulder felt like it was on fire, like it was being shot over and over and over again.

she tried shoving the pain away in her mind. after all, pain was just her imagination, right? she would eventually forget about it anyway.

lili brought the gun up slightly, but the pain in her shoulder was too much, and she dropped her right arm, taking a quick look around. she wasn't getting anywhere with this. she wasn't going to shoot werewolves.

she released a really loud sigh, hoping to draw some sort of attention to...nope.

the girl stopped right where she was as soon as she heard heavy footsteps behind her. she cocked the gun, hoping to scare away whoever was standing behind her...but it didn't seem to work. trigger finger dancing over the trigger, she looked towards the wall, and took in a deep breath. there was probably nothing behind her. nothing at all. just her superstitions. just her imagining things. hearing things. probably because she was so jumpy. god knows what or who was behind her.

liliana took a few steps forward, but then she regretted it. the footsteps behind her still fell heavy, and as soon as she stopped, the footsteps stopped. she lifted a single foot, and gently set it on the floor, trying her best to not make it creak. then there was another footstep, not hers, someone else's. and the floorboard creaked.

she was close to running off, but she refused to, she spun around, to see that she was being held at gunpoint.

"don't shoot!" she yelped, lifting her hands into the air.

the man stood there, tall, much much taller than liliana. he looked at her as if she were something trying to kill him. and, trust me, she wanted to shoot him. very badly.

she couldn't help but feel like she was being threatened by a werewolf, who had a gun just so he wouldn't get shot. as much as she hated to admit it, she was officially terrified now. this man was not going to back down.

"please, don't shoot." she told him, trying to be as polite as possible.

the man lowered the gun, and liliana released a sigh, and then gave a soft sigh, shaking her head before looking at the ground. she gave another sigh, and then held up her gun.

the guy looked offended. really offended. "oh, come on!" he shouted, closing his eyes before shaking his head.

liliana was too slow. he grabbed the gun, and spun the blonde girl around, his arm holding her arm to her chest, and the gun to the cieling.

"nice try." he whispered, a smirk on his face.

liliana snorted, knowing she had been defeated. she couldn't give up quite yet, she had to get out of the black haired werewolf-worthy guy's grip. she tried to pull away, but his grip tightened, and she wasn't able to move much more than her legs and her head. she tried turning her head, but the pain in her shoulder was far too much to bare.

"okay, let me go, or i'll kick you where the sun doesn't shine." she threatened in a soft, yet angry, tone.

he seemed to tense, as if he knew that was only one thing he wouldn't welcome with a hello. he slowly released liliana, but brought her gun with his hands. as soon as she was fully released, she spun around and glared at him, trying to keep herself from kicking him. oh how badly she wanted to kick him.

the man gave her a funny look, then dropped the guns and drew his hands into the air. "don't try to kill me. or kick me." his eyes flashed with worry that liliana would kick him.

liliana walked to the guns, and snatched them both into her hands, shoving one in her jacket pocket, and holding one in her left- uninjured shoulder -hand. she wasn't going to answer. there was nothing to answer to.

"the name's kirk." his voice broke the few seconds of silence, and she looked up at him.

she looked at him, raising her eyebrows before turning her head away. "and i don't care." she replied in a soft whisper, looking down at the gun in her hand before shaking her head. the gun was okay, but he really could have done better.

she quickly removed the bullets, and tossed the gun right at his chest. he struggled for a minute before actually catching it, but liliana really didn't care for it. the first thing she was going to do was leave before he even had the chance to kill her, or, before any other werewolf had the chance to kill her.

before she even got to the corner, there was a hand on her shoulder. instinctively, she swung around and slapped his forearm, as hard as she could at that. hey, lucky for him, he wasn't kicked.

"hey! i was only trying to keep you from turning the wrong corner." he snapped, rubbing where he had been slapped. "you didn't have to slap me."

liliana gave him a look, "you don't touch me." she pointed a finger at him, shoving the bullets in her pockets before she took off once more, turning the corner she originally planned on turning. what she had expected to see, was not there.

but instead, it was something else.

she heard the footsteps come up behind her, her heart stopped for a minute, and once she realized it was only kirk, her heart returned to it's normal beat. her eyes were wide, and she couldn't move. the red eyes were staring right at her. the lips of the creature curled into a snarl.

[calliopë]

WHYYYY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME
what
do you
how can you
oh my god

[Ranger of the North]

dont
you
dare
end
there.

I WILL LEGIT LOSE MY MIND.

[rogan]

“ we should run...like, now! ”
main characters ;; liliana hastings & kirk leland
notes ;; aS LONG AS YOU DON'T MELT
word count ;; 1141

the bright red eyes stared directly at the two of them, the lips of the wolf-looking creature that stood before them had it's lips curled up into a snarl.

fear lit the young woman's eyes, and her thought's were being flung around inside her head like cats that were tied up in a bag. either they were going to get torn to pieces, alive, or they were going to run for it. but how was liliana going to run for it while she was basically glued to the ground?

what would happen if she played dead? would the werewolf attack? would it leave her alone? the world may never know, because she wasn't going to act like she was dead.

"we should run..." kirk spoke softly, refusing to turn away from the werewolf. "like, now!"

she went to take a step back, but couldn't bring herself to do it. the creature stared her dead in the eyes, and fear grew within her chest as she stood there.

she jumped as a hand rested on her shoulder, and turned her around. "do you want to die today?" kirk asked her, and liliana shook her head in reply. "then go!" he pushed her towards the other hall.

she stumbled, wincing slightly before looking back at him. how had he gotten the bullets from her- oh that's how. she shook the thought away, and ran in the opposite direction. each swing she let her left arm take was another, what felt like, bullet. how did she manage to hurt her shoulder by simply running into a wall?

a gun was fired, and she came to an abrupt stop. her heart raced, and as soon as she spun around, she saw kirk running for her, gripping his upper arm. she couldn't move her eyes, she was sure he was going to shift at the last second. her eyes followed him, and he came towards her, grabbing her wrist and pulled her forward. she stumbled to catch up to him, failing at her attempted, and just eventually giving up and letting him drag her along.

"unless you want to die, pick up the pace!" he yelled back at her, and liliana jumped slightly, taking a short stop and walking forward once more.

she tried to move faster, her mind full of thoughts, her heart feeling like it was about to burst out of her chest, her legs feeling as if they were about to give out below her. she gave a final attempt to catch up to the faster boy-man-werewolf-thing. she was still trailing behind her, in pain, wishing she was just out of the house. why hadn't she listened to her gut when it said 'don't go in that house?' she knew she was a bit stupid for even going on this job, but she had to at least try.

at an attempt to catch up to kirk, liliana tripped over her own two feet, but instead of falling right onto the floor, she fell into kirk's back. she took her hands back, and lifted herself straight up, shaking her head before she walked forward. as embarrassing as that was, she wasn't going to stop walking - or running - till she got out of the house.

knowing that liliana wasn't going to speed up anymore, kirk ran forward and picked her up as if she were his bride. well, that was not expected, or wanted. liiana knew how to take care of herself. maybe she couldn't get herself to speed up, sure, but she never really ran that much, ever.

kirk ran forward, and liliana had wrapped her arms around him to keep herself from slipping from his arms. even if her arm was in major pain, she wasn't moving her arm till she was safe on the ground.

a loud crash scared her even more, and when she lifted her eyes to where the sound came from, she tensed, and went to scream- but nothing came out. it was obvious kirk heard it as well, but he wasn't going to stop. he couldn't stop. and that was good, right? as long as he kept going, they would be okay...right?

a snarl followed the loud crash, and kirk only pushed himself harder, and liliana tried not to scream in fear. as soon as they reached the door, she could have sworn there were more than one werewolf coming after them. the grey and brown fur, the claws, the snouts, the eyes. they all scared her. the door swung open, and her head spun around in fear that it was another werewolf. seeing nothing there, she sighed in relief before she released his neck and he set her down. she wasn't waiting any longer. she was going to run and get to her car. and not come back. ever.

another gunshot cracked the air, followed by another, and soon after that, another. she stood there, frozen with fear, before she actually got the courage to stumble backwards and run towards the red '75 dodge charger. another gunshot cracked the air, and she crashed into the back of her car, wincing slightly before she used her hand to navigate her way around to the door.

her hand hovered over the handle, whether it be the front, or the back, she was getting in the car, and keeping herself there till the sun rose. she pulled the door open, and got in the car, trying not to wince each time her left arm was moved. as soon as she was sitting in the seat, she slammed the car door closed. she leaned her head back, only to hear the passenger door open.

"i'm joining you, whether you want me to or not." kirk told her, and liliana just gave him a confused look.

she shook her head, taking in a breath before nodding softly. "i don't give a diddly-squat, just keep your mouth shut." she seethed, looking at the steering wheel, attempting not to whack it with something.

kirk reached over, and turned her head towards him. "i don't know what i did to you, but i will try to fix it." he dropped his hand on hers, and she gave him a look. "plus, i just saved your ass." he drew his other hand up and went to brush a stray hair down, but she slapped his arm and shoved his other hand away.

"don't touch me." she snapped, turning her head and starting the car. "or i might just kick you on the curb." she put the car in gear, taking in a deep break before she turned the wheel with her right hand and drove onto the dirt road. "understood?"

the boy, man, person, thing nodded, and liliana nodded as well. she glanced down the road, shaking her head as she watched the road fly by.

[calliopë]

just gonna crawl in a whole ok? ok.