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𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓹𝓽. 1

(2,396 words)

summary: You have a fear of water because a near-death experience you had as a child. Years after coming to terms with it, you let it out in front of people you thought you could trust. But they betray it, and now a trip to the beach is unfurling familiar horrors you never expected to feel again.

𝗍𝗐: 𝗒𝗎𝗆𝗆𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖼 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗎𝗆𝖺, 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇!

You looked in the mirror staring back at you on the wall.

This wasn’t what you wanted.

The beach terrified you. Partly because you were four when you first drowned and just barely made it out alive. It was the first memory you ever had of being a young kid.

Ever since then, you had out-right refused to learn how to swim. Parents even took you to a private swimming center where it would one-on-one without any judgement and a significantly shallower water. They thought it would be helpful for you to ease into it.

But no.

And if you thought it was just the memory of being four and almost dying, well, that wasn’t the entire story.

There were other circumstances which you didn’t really know whether you should be the one to blame or the people that made you question that.

Because you had kept this near-death experience a complete secret. Complete secret. And it wasn’t until your second year of uni that you felt comfortable enough around your friends to open up.

And you did it because they returned your smiles and texted you on their own volition. If you weren’t on campus they’d reach out and ask why. Movie night. Mall trips. Prank calls. Skipping classes. Crushing on professors regardless of gender and age. You did everything teenagers did. You were young, free, happy.

What a grave, ridiculous, naïve mitake.

“Alright so we all need to tell a secret. Basically, this is the confession booth but technically speaking, you could whip your dick out and it wouldn’t matter.” Your friend, Illiana is half-drunk but insisting upon everyone spilling their precious cargo for others and you figured, why not?

“Dude, that’s blasphemous.” An amused voice snorts beside you. Christian, ironically agnostic, but still evermore witty.

“That’s from a very subjective and colloquial perspective guy-named-after-a-religion.” Illiana shoots back and you let out a giggle along with everyone else watching the exchange.

“Is your only form of humor making phrases with hypothetical dashes in between?” Christian takes down another shot before Illiana rolls her eyes.

“Shut the fuck up.” She shakes her before talking. “Alright, here are the rules. Instead of drinking, because we have a long way home, if you don’t answer a question then you have to dunk your head in the water.” Your muscles at her proposition, but you didn’t really have any damning confessions. Didn’t necessarily have a crush either-

“Sadistic much?” A warm but amused voice speaks a few people away from you. Fuck, definitely rethinking that last thought because Mangione is fine.

Oops, he’s got a name. You mean, Luigi Mangione. The guy that you believe you’re totally lucky to have gotten to know and luckily, you can call your best friend.

“Hell yeah.” Before you can stop yourself, you’re grinning like an idiot, nearly half your body turned in his direction. He does the same holding out a hand to give a high five which you return.

Illiana gives you two suspicious glances from beside you. The silence is a bit awkward before you two separate and you realize that Illiana is looking straight at you.

Her eyes are squinted and her head is tilted a bit. The others whispering their own non-sense but she swallows and you’re not quite sure what to make of it.

Jealousy?

“Okay.” Illiana fixes her hair and you set your position on the floor, taking a glass of water down before you clear your throat. “Let’s begin.” You watch her from the side, waiting to see who she picks first.

“Ezekiel!” Illiana points her fingers and the dude practically moans. He’s close to blacking out and you figure Illiana picks on him first because he’s more vulnerable to spilling shit out that he wouldn’t want to, or at least would regret after his guaranteed hangover.

“Fuck man.” He rubs his eyes before propping himself up on his elbows. “W-What am I supposed to do dude?” He yawns before Illiana is quick to cut him off.

“Dumbass. You’re supposed to answer any question I ask. So—” Illiana clears her throat before leaning in. “What’s your dark secret you’re hiding from us?” Small cheers erupt from the side as you raise an eyebrow, intrigued to see what he says.

Ezekiel level Illiana with a is-this-all-you’ve-got stare before he rolls his eyes and thinks.

“Uh—” You have to hold a laugh at how cursory and uncaring his movements are.

“I don’t know.” He dips his head to the side before shooting it back up. Suddenly you see a glint in his eye.

“I had a threesome with Professor Cuddy and Marvin.”

Half-way through your drink, you choke. Alex, another good friend of yours, spits his drink out into Ezekiel’s face. Illiana’s jaw goes lax and Luigi grabs his hair before joining three others in yelling.

“WHAT?!” Everyone is going through a million different emotions but Ezekiel, the ever-loving little shit sits there smug.

“Dude they had the tightest cun—” “OH MY GOD!” Luigi stands up, covering his face before pacing the room and everyone breaks into laughter. Illiana looks to the side before giving you a what the fuck glance and you curl your lips, shaking your head before giggling quietly.

“I gave ‘em both a creampi—” “SHUT UP WE DON’T—” It’s Christian this time, holding out both of his hands, palms facing Ezekiel before he’s cackling like an idiot, and you realize by the end of this, your stomach might hurt.

“W-We should’ve kept you for last dude!” You slap your thigh, shaking with uncontrollable laughter. You still can’t believe that he slept with his physiology and neuroscience professor, respectively.

“We—I—I—I—” Luigi doesn’t seem to know what to do with himself before he’s sitting down. “I might have to voluntarily dunk my head in the water dude.” He lets out a chuckle before everyone settles down. You give a smile in his direction before resting back against the wall, waiting for who needs to go next.

Illiana is staring at you again, this time quite pointedly before she speaks.

“Your turn. Tell us something to top Ezekiel.” Illiana has a tight-lipped smile when she looks at you. You look around but before you can answer.

“Bro are you asking her to get kinky with me?” Ezekiel has a smug look on his face and before you know it, you’re playfully holding up the alcohol from the middle of the floor to throw on him.

“Get a fleshlight you perv!” You smile before setting the bottle down and laughing quietly.

“I-I don’t really have anything that’ll outdo—” you look at Ezekiel with a half-serious look to which he snorts before continuing, “our dear pornstar’s confession, but—” you take a deep breath, ignoring Ezekiel’s obnoxious sigh.

“I almost drowned when I was four and because of that, I never learned to swim.” You feel this strange weight getting lifted off of your chest after you speak, and unsurprisingly, the entire room is silent after you talk.

You look around, giving some knowing looks before sealing your lips and staring down.

“I feel like we’re witnessing a really emotionally complex porno right now.” Alex, uncrossing his legs, leans in and speaks quietly, like he’s incredibly invested in a homework assignment.

You furrow your eyebrows, feeling laughter bubble up but before that can happen, another friend of yours, Emily, pipes up.

“Hey Alex, maybe you and Ezekiel should get a room and jerk each othe—” “For the love of God—” Christian interrupts but he’s interrupted again by Ezekiel.

“Bitch you don’t even buh-leeve in him keep his name out of YO mouth!” And everyone is bursting into laughter, including yourself before it dies down and everyone is quiet again.

“Is it true?” Illiana pipes up, turning her head to look at you. Her expression is neutral and you take a second to glance at her before looking straight ahead of you and talking.

“Not shitting you. I was four, went into the ocean water, couldn’t swim and started drowning. It’s like a memory that’s, you know, ingrained into who I am. I almost felt the darkness in my vision taking over until a lifeguard pulled me out. Water scares the shit out me to this day.” You look at the bucket before chuckling and looking over at Emily.

And you don’t like the look she’s giving you. It’s mischievous and hinting at something…

Oh shit.

You don’t let the panic show.

“You—” You wag your finger before Illiana is nodding, smirking. She looks past your shoulder where Emily is sitting too.

Before it gets too far, you try to stand up but they both make you sit down. In nervous laughter, you try to reason with them.

“O-Okay guys—no—no—wait!” You feel them both pulling at you and that’s when two others, Ezekiel and Alex are also behind you within seconds, pushing you forward.

“G-GUYS N—” But before you can say anything, you feel painfully cold water engulfing your entire face, like it’s ready to suffocate you. Your brain short circuits, running through the memories of that ill-fated day as you struggle to differentiate between what’s real and what isn’t.

You push back, trying to escape but you can’t. You’re unable to hold your breath for any longer but the more you try, the harder everyone pushes down.

You scream into the water and before you can stop, you’re suddenly yanked out. Your head goes flying into the wall behind you, but the pain barely registers because your eyes go wide and you start shaking.

And then you sob. You sob so hard you think the students in the rooms below, next, and above you are going to wake up. Pain is engulfing your senses and you can’t really register what’s going on, but you feel yourself being lifted up and you scream, trying to get out of the grip before you open your eyes, breathing heavy and labored when you see Luigi, running past and down the stairs, kicking the door open.

You try to get words out but instead, you find them lodged in your throat and it’s like you learning to breathe again. Everything feels hard your body feels helpless let painfully tortured. You feel hard ground beneath you and that’s when you gather your senses before leaning back into the warmth of what you realize are Luigi’s hands.

“I-I’ve got you. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” He’s whispering into your hair and you realize the warmth of his breath is helping your forget the cold water droplets painting uncomfortable paths across your skin. Your teeth stop chattering as much and your breathing evens out as you let out a few deep sighs.

Luigi is still whispering apologies into your hair. Before you can say anything to him, you hear several footsteps pounding on the pavement behind you. Slowly, you push yourself up and out of Luigi’s grip to turn around. It’s Alex and Emily, concerned looks on their faces clearly laced with regret staring at you and Luigi.

“I-We—are you okay?” Alex’s voice is shaky and unsure and he probably knows he’s asking bullshit after pushing them to dunk your head. You stare at him, desperately wanting to throw insults but you don’t find enough heart to do it.

“Been better.” You opt for a concise yet sharp line to make your point. Emily looks like she wants to say something but her? No—she’s not getting anything from you. Luigi, from your peripheral vision, is staring daggers into them both, ushering them away.

You find the energy to stand up, Luigi quickly gets up before you as his arms wrap around and under your shoulders. You accept help before wringing the excess water out of your hair.

“Let me walk you home.” Luigi is quick to grab your arm as you start walking away. You stop, turning around before looking him in the eyes.

You stare and take in the way he’s look at you with desperation and concern. Like he witnessed a horror and another step you take, he might just lose you. It’s comforting to know he cares but you figure for the state of mind you have, it’s best if you deal with it alone and not add any delusions to your wet and panicked plate.

“It’s best if I go home alone.” He’s still clutching your forearm and you think he’ll let go, but instead, his grip only loosens.

“You have to promise me you’ll text me as soon as your home. And talk to me about how you’re feeling.” Luigi tilts his head down, leveling you with a serious look and you have half the mind to roll your eyes, but you don’t.

“I—” You don’t know how to deny that he’s feeling the same about you. “Alright. You got yourself a deal.” You give him a tiny smile after which he returns it. He lets go and you realize that you can leave, but you don’t.

And neither does he.

You both stand there, staring at each other. You wonder if he’s feeling the same. If he’s had the same question. If he’s looking for an answer.

After what seems like an eternity, you hear a few voices in the background, likely your friends calling out. A few others you knew from the part must’ve found out about what happened and it was the last thing you wanted happening. You slowly step back, eyes fluttering over to Luigi and he seems to understand.

As you’re stepping away, Luigi turns back to see if anyone is coming before taking two long strides and grabbing your hair to pull you in for a kiss.

Contrasting with his haste, he’s slow and deep. He leaves space for you to breathe while leaving you breathless. After a few second he steps away. Before you can speak, he leaves another peck before stepping back quickly.

Breathless, you want to ask him what it was. You want to jump into his arms.

But there’s too much to figure out.

“Text me. We’ll talk.” Luigi turns around and walks away. You look around, a bit lost mostly happy before you turn around and nod your head.

Okay, okay. Maybe it’s not so bad…

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a/n: hi! i swore to myself that i WOULDN'T make this a multi-part fic but i just can't fucking help myself so this will be ended with a part 2 coming soon. this is for the anon request that i got ages ago so anon... i hope u see this ahh!!! i took some creative liberties from your original prompt so yes sdiufhdsjfkf giggling like a schoolgirl cause i hope u like this <3 also idk if anyone noticed i used the name cuddy from house m.d. because that woman can step all over me. OKAY BYE.

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