ONE-SHOTS (YouTubers x Reader)

Whiskey Lullaby {Chase Brody x Reader}

This was a request made by @ToxikRose I hope it turned out well!

This chapter does mention suicide. If you do not feel comfortable with this, please skip this chapter.

She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart, he spent his whole life tryin' to forget

Chase was never the same since Stacy left him. They all knew the in the Septic House. Henrik had saved him the first time, but they couldn't help him as much as they tried. He held on too tight. And that hurt (Y/n). Because she loved him. More than Stacy ever could. She was his best friend. And even she couldn't help.

We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind

They all watched in pain as he drank himself to sleep each night. Drank the moment he woke up. They knew he was trying to forget her. Forget that she took the kids. He was so pale. He didn't eat. Only slept when he was intoxicated enough.

"Chase, please come and eat. You need something." (Y/n) would plead. But he never responded. She took the bottle of whiskey from his hand. "Chase, please! We all love you. I love you! Don't do this again. Talk to us, talk to me!" All Chase did was stare blankly at a wall. But he heard her. He just chose to ignore her. "Chase please talk to me." He looked at her. "Give me my damn bottle, and leave me alone." Was his only response. He decided he wasn't drunk enough. She sighed, taking the bottle with her as she left. He just pulled out another bottle.

Until the night...He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory

Tonight he was done. He was going through with it. It was late. They were all asleep. But he was done. He knew he was letting the, down. Letting (Y/n) down. But he was just done. Now he could finally forget Stacy. He sobbed as he quickly scribbled a note, then brought the gun to his head. "I'm sorry." Were his finally words before he pulled the trigger.

Life is short, but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees

His body fell like a stone sinking in a river, falling to what was once his bed with a thump. The note laid next to him, drips of blood staining it red.

We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said, 'I'll love her till I die.'

The others heard the gunshot. Frightened, the all woke up. At first they were concerned someone broke in, or the Wilford had stopped by for a 'visit,' but (Y/n) knew. It had to be him. She ran to his room faster then she had ever run before. They other, catching on, ran with her. His door slammed open as she burst through. "Chase, no!" She sobbed. Henrik, bringing a doctor, ran to Chase while the others hung back. She clung to Jackieboy, as he was the closest, screaming for Chase. "No! Chase, why?! Why him?!? Why!?" She sobbed. Henrik gave his brothers a sad look, indicated that he could not do anything. He was gone. Dead. He walked to the group, handing (Y/n) the stained note. She just sobbed harder, and they had to drag her from the room. She fought to get back to him, but she knew he was gone. It was too late.

She looked at the note after the brought her back to her bed. The Septics were sad yes, devastated, but she was broken. She looked tearfully at the note that read. 'I love you too (Y/n). I'm sorry I couldn't be enough.' She sobbed herself to sleep that night.

And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby

They all gathered around the swaying willow. The soft rustle was the only sound at that moment. The sunny day with a slight breeze was much more beautiful then the contrasting moods of the people there. The Septics and the Ipliers had both gathered around, looking down at the new grave in silence. (Y/n) placed his hat at the base of the tree, and then left. It was too much.

La la la la la la la, la la la la la la laa
La la la la la la la, la la la la la la laa

Her head was filled with what if's. If she had done more. Helped more. Told him sooner how she felt. She opened the note again many times, leaving her tears as another stain on the paper. She loved him so much.

The rumors flew but nobody knew how much she blamed herself
For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath

She blamed herself. No one could see it, but she did. Always thought that if she had done more, she could have saved him. She would always try to say that she wasn't drinking, but the smell of whiskey was always so strong. There were signs. Signs that she was becoming like him.

She finally drank her pain away a little at a time
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind

It was the same painful torture that happened with Chase. She got drunk, got pale, didn't eat. Nothing could help her either. No one wanted to admit it, but it was only a matter of time to tell if she would end the same. They tried. Tried so hard to stop her, but it would never have worked. They thought that she could pull through.

Until the night...She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away his memory

It had been a year. A whole year without him. (Y/n) couldn't do it anymore. She loved him too much. She was too heartbroken. Beyond repair. She took one last sip of the Jack Daniels bottle in her hand, then sat on the edge of her bed. It was another late night. A picture of Chase in her hand. The permanently stained note taped to the back. Her sniffles were inaudible as she rose that gun to her head. Trembling, she spoke her last words. "I'll be there soon Chase." And then the gunshot rung out once again.

Life is short, but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees

Her body was a weight now. A lifeless doll falling over. The picture still in her hand, held tightly.

We found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life

"The noise woke everyone up. Everyone rushed to her room, knowing what it was this time. Again the door slammed open, again the awful scene laid in sight. Her head down in the pillow, red stains, horror filled faces. Henrik ran over to her, but just him... it was too late. She died from a broken heart.

We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby

The signs were there. We knew it. I wish we had done more. But at least now, they're together." Jackie finished speaking, tears falling from his eyes. Once again everyone had gathered beneath the willow tree in silence, the rain reflecting their dismal mindsets. But this time, they were singing with angels together. Under the willow tree. The pain that the Septics and Ipliers felt would never go away. The guilty feeling consuming them, but they knew that at the same time, they were at peace. Together.

La la la la la la la, la la la la la la laa
La la la la la la la, la la la la la la laa
La la la la la la la, la la la la la la laa
La la la la la la la, la la la la la la laa

(Y/n) P.O.V.

I found myself in a bright forestry place. I felt strangely at peace. I feel a hand on my shoulder, and I turn around. Tears fill my eyes, and I smile. His hair swishes in the breeze, his smile radiates warmth, his eyes hold the caring soul he his. "Chase." I embrace him. He hold me tight. "I love you, (Y/n). I'm so sorry." He says. I pull back just enough to look him in the eye. "Me too. I love you." He cups my face and we kiss. A perfect, firework inducing, kiss. We break, big smiles on our faces. He reaches a hand out, and I take it. "Are you ready to go?" I nod. We walk into a rift of bright light. Together.

If any of you feel suicidal in any way, please please please get help. Talk to someone. If you can't talk to someone you know personally, please do not hesitate to talk to me. There is a better way. Please keep fighting.