#suckcrpunch

[adrenalineperk]

❛ gravity is increasing on me. ❜ (hi he's dramatically falling on buggzy 2 avoid some kind of responsibility)

Summer camp seemed overrated sure Buggzy was used to hardwork, but he was looking forward to relaxing a bit. Juggling classes and sportsgot tiring, but maybe some fresh air would do him some good. At least he didn’thave to chop all this firewood by himself.

Even if he did endup chopping most of it by himself at least he had company.

Buggzy sits to take a break, the humid air is dense and stickingto everything. Chad moves to rest against the fence, using the axe more as a propthan what it is really intended for.

Chad leans over, draping himself over Buggzy to get out ofdoing any more work.

“Chad seriously?” Buggzy can’t help but laugh.

Way to be overly dramatic.

The desire to just move out of the way and let fate -andgravity- take the helm is overwhelming. In the end Buggzy decides against it, notwanting to face Deb’s wrath. With little effort Buggzy lifts Chad up and over hisshoulder. The undignified squawk- or whatever that sound was- that Chad makesis alone worth it.

“Look man, if you aren’t going to help chop wood you can waitinside the cabin.”

[swiftattackers-blog]

“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!”

The blood splatters against the floor in even drips.

It really could have been worse. Instead of a gross laceration near her abdomen, it could have been Jason’s machete splitting her in two. It could have been someone else. Someone slower, or someone too captivated by fright to keep moving. 

That doesn’t stop Chad from arguing with her when she breathes out a well-worn excuse: “I’m fine, Kensington. Seriously.”

Tiffany slumps against the cabin wall, hand pressed up against the wound. Chad stands in front of her, gawking and seemingly unsure of what to do with his hands. Neither of them had anything resembling first aid.

“Stop, okay?” She closes her eyes, ignores the dull throb in her abdomen. Ignores how she can practically feel Chad’s panic radiating off of him. Ignores the fact that none of the other counseolors have said a single word over the radio in the past few minutes.

“I know you want to help, but you can’t right now. So, help me up and maybe we can manage to find a way out of this if we’re lucky.”

[sluggerperk-blog]

2. but he doesnt know what hes doing and is for sure not happy abt it

He’s sure the bandage is too tight. It’s uncomfortable – as if the giant gash that needed the bandage wasn’t uncomfortable enough already – and he can’t tell if the bleeding’s stopped. But it’s not like Adam was ever a boy scout. “Do you even know first aid?” It’s not like Adam knew first aid, either, but it was more reassuring to know how fucked he was. Chad does something and the fabric, unsanitary, tightens around his arm more. His breath sucks in between his teeth, and his words hiss out, trying to keep quiet for fuck’s sake. “Jesus, careful you dick. Stopping blood flow doesn’t mean you have to cut off the circulation.” 

[swiftattackers-blog]

♣ +

The embarrassment rises up in her chest with a flutter, soft and quickly hidden behind a closed bathroom door. It was her fault for dragging herself out to this stupid party; rumors were bound to spread, right?

She’s already made a mess of herself by the time she hears the resounding click of a lock. In the dim light of the bathroom, Chad stands frozen, mouth agape and hand still clenched around the doorknob. Tiffany feels shame flare up first, and then irritation.

“Oh my God! Get out!” 

It’s not fair to take it out him, she knows that. She knows it’s not fair to ask more of him either, and yet she feels herself lurch forward in desperation, fingers curling into the hem of his shirt.

“No, wait…” She does her best to sound apologetic, free hand moving to swipe at the tears. “Can we stay like this for a little while?”

[battledeb-blog]

15!

There’s blood all over his clothes - expensive and pressed and covered in red and red and red. It gleans (sticky and wet and dark) under the flashlight and moon, and all Deb can hear is the ringing in her ears, distracting her from the pain in her leg. Torn to shreds at the calf from a trap. The ringing is deafening and she thinks, maybe, this is what it’s like when a bomb goes off.

She felt stupid, jumping out a window in a panic just as Chad yells for her to not - she assures him it’s fine, Jason is distracted by Adam a house over - and when the thing slams down on her she doesn’t even scream. Just like what the kids say at school - go out with a whimper.

There’s blood on his clothes through the half hearted t-shirt bandages. ”I can walk, Chad, promise.” she says weakly; shakily, but he doesn’t let go or put her down and his breathing is rapid and scared but he doesn’t leave her behind.

”At least bring me to the phone box,” She’s faint now but still smart, and Chad has a bat and Jason can go fuck himself tonight.

[sluggerperk-blog]

‘ forget it. i’ll do it myself. ’

Both eyebrows shoot sky high at the idea of Chad doing anything for himself. Maybe a scoff included. Key stuck in the ignition and all the lights dead in the car, Adam had a feeling one of the fuses had blown, or maybe the battery wires just needed a wiggle, but it was Chad's car, and Chad was throwing a fit. Adam takes a step back and rests his weight on the back of his heels, sweeping a hand out in invitation for Chad to try. "She's all yours, pretty boy. Try not to get your cuffs too dirty."