#Chris Leer

[studentofthesport]

So I just started this account, but!, I’m planning to do some overviews of distance running books, as well as books about other sports because we can all learn from each other, and plan to do post this over the next few weeks!

Some of the books that I will be posting about are:

- Running with the Buffaloes, by Chris Lear

- Let Your Mind Run, by Deena Kastor

- Eat & Run, by Scott Jurek

- How She Did It, by Molly Huddle and Sara Slattery (with interviews with many elite, women distance runners)

- The Performance Cortex, Zach Schonbrun

- Once A Runner, by John L. Parker, Jr.

- Strong: A runner’s guide to boosting confidence and becoming the best version of you, by Kara Goucher

- The Competitive Edge, by Richard Elliot

- (memoir by a soccer player) When Nobody Was Watching, by Carli Lloyd

- Running to the Edge, by Matthew Futterman

- Brain Training for Runners, by Matt Fitzgerald

- Bravey, by Alexi Pappas

- How Bad Do You Want It?, by Matt Fitzgerald

- What Made Maddy Run, by Kate Fagan

[till-death-us-do-part]

August 31st 2024

Chris and Pi’s instagram story messages to each other during the Metal Hammer Awards and Pi’s trip to Spain now with English subs

[bungitonthen]

3/12/22

let’s get it on ... please stay ... if I should die tonight ... keep gettin’ it on  -  marvin gaye  (let’s get it on)

china’s eternal - the tights  

good from the bad - skunks

private plane - thomas leer    

a c c - robert rental

united - throbbing gristle  

do the mussolini (headkick) - cabaret voltaire    

(business unusual: the other record collection)

[chestersturniolo]

𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

fratboy!chris x fem!reader

based on this request

part two • part three • part four • part five • part six

Warnings; mentions of alcohol/drugs. persistent/pressuring behaviour from a filler character. if this might trigger you please don’t read, or skip this part🫶🏼

•••••••••••••• ~SATURDAY~

The pounding bass of the music could be heard from down the street, and as you approached the frat house with your friend, you felt your nerves tighten. This wasn’t your scene at all—loud, chaotic, and filled with strangers. But your friend had convinced you to come. 

“It’ll be fun, I promise!” she assured, dragging you along, her excitement infectious despite your hesitancy.

You stepped inside, the hot thick air filled with the smell of booze and weed. People were everywhere—dancing, shouting, laughing. 

y/f/n grinned at you “I’m going to grab us some drinks!” she shouted over the music. “Stay right here, I’ll be back in a sec!”

You nodded, trying to find a spot where you wouldn’t be in anyone’s way. As you stood awkwardly near the wall, you noticed a group of guys at the other side of the room, their boisterous laughter drawing attention. One of the guys eyes landed on you, and a slow, leering smile spread across his face as he adjusted his cap on his blonde messy hair.

You quickly looked away, but it wasn’t long before you felt a presence beside you. 

“Hey there” the guy slurred, his words heavy with alcohol. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone?”

You forced a polite smile. “I’m just waiting for a friend” you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Oh yeah? Well, looks like you could use some company” he said, stepping closer, his breath reeking of beer. “How about we get to know each other better?”

You took a step back, your back now firmly pressed against the wall, your discomfort growing. “Uhm-i-no , thanks”

But he didn’t seem to hear you—or maybe he just didn’t care. He leaned in even closer, his voice lowering to what he probably thought was a seductive tone. 

“Come on, don’t be like that. We could have a lot of fun ya know”

Your heart raced with a mix of fear and frustration. Why wouldn’t he just leave you alone? You glanced around the crowded room, looking for y/f/n, but she was nowhere in sight.

“I said no” you repeated, more firmly this time, scowling at the persistent frat boy. But he only smirked, clearly enjoying what he saw as the “chase”

Just as you were about to try and push past him, another voice cut through the noise. “Derek, back off”

Your head snapped up, your breathe hitched slightly at the familiar face. Chris. 

Everyone knew Chris, he had a huge reputation, and he was very popular, effortlessly so. You hadn’t interacted with him much, honestly he intimidated you slightly. But you had a few classes together, you had shared the odd lingering glance. Apart from that you pretty much admired him from afar, which you hated. 

You had scolded yourself many times for it, for admiring a typical “alpha male” frat guy. But there was something about him, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. He was intriguing to you.

Chris strode over towards you,his eyes, however, were focused intently on Derek.

“Chris, what the hell, man?” Derek laughed, though it sounded more nervous now. 

“I’m just talkin to her”

Chris’s gaze didn’t waver. “She told you she’s not interested. Leave her alone”

Derek hesitated, glancing between you and Chris, clearly not wanting to cause a scene. After a tense moment, he threw up his hands in mock surrender. 

“Whatever, man. Just trying to have some fun” With that, he staggered off, mumbling something under his breath.

You exhaled a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. Chris turned to you, his expression softening. “Are you okay?”

“Uh-yeah” you nodded, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. 

“Thank you”

Chris smiled, and it was a warm, genuine smile that immediately put you at ease. 

“Derek’s not a bad guy, just… too much alcohol and not enough common sense”

“Hmm” you nod slowly whilst letting your gaze pan the room, feeling your nerves settle. 

“I’m not really… used to this kind of place” you admit

Chris leans against the wall next to you and lets out a small laugh  “Yeah, it can be kinda overwhelming, especially if you’re not into the whole party scene. I wasn’t really into it either at first”

You raised an eyebrow, surprised. “Really? You seem pretty comfortable here”

“It’s my house, just got used to it i guess” Chris said with a shrug.

Of course this is his frat

“Would you maybe wanna…go somewhere a little quieter? My room is just upstairs?” He suggested 

You hesitated, raising an eyebrow at him, your instincts on high alert. Did he mean to hook up? 

Chris sensed your reluctance and quickly raised his hands in the air.

“Just to talk, I swear” he said, his expression softening. 

“I promise I’m not trying to pull anything”

You bit your lip, weighing your options. There was something in his eyes that seemed genuine, but the warnings in your head were hard to ignore. It’s Chris Sturniolo for god sakes. 

But, curiosity got the better of you. 

“Okay” you shrugged  “Just to talk”

He grinned as he turned and began leading you through the crowd. You followed closely, navigating the sea of bodies, trying to ignore the lingering doubts in your mind. Chris glanced back, his hand extending backwards for you to grab.

You reached out, wrapping your fingers around his hand. He gave it a gentle squeeze before guiding you through the chaos of the party.

As you reached the bottom of the stairs, you suddenly locked eyes with y/f/n, both of her hands firm around two red solo cups. She immediately stopped in her tracks, seeing you with Chris, her jaw dropped slightly, surprise etched across her face.

You could see the wheels turning in her mind, and before you could even process what was happening, she raised an eyebrow and gave you a playful wink. You shook your head, unable to suppress a small laugh at her antics, knowing exactly what she was thinking.

“Don’t!” you mouthed silently, but she only grinned wider, clearly amused by the scene unfolding before her.

With a final roll of your eyes, you turned your attention back to Chris as he led you up the stairs, the sounds of the party growing fainter with each step. 

••••••••••••

MASTERLIST

taglist;

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@sturniooolos @monroesturnns @mattsbitchh @slutforsturnioloss @pvssychicken @tsturniolo4 

@brianna-grace12 @blahbel668 @stvrlighht @witchofthehour @ilyttmatsa @asherrisrandom

[soursturniolo]

Send Me Your Location

Pairing - Matt Sturniolo/Reader

Summary: A girls night out goes south, and your boyfriend comes to your rescue.

Tags: angst while reader is alone, a creepy man being creepy (this doesn’t last long), Matt being a good bf, Nick and Chris being good bros, fluffy fluff at the end

TW: unwanted touching - (creepy man touches readers waist), unwanted attention

Word Count: written on my phone so I’m not sure

You found yourself outside, shivering from the cool breeze in downtown LA. You had been invited to club with by some friends, and decided to go pretty last minute. Matt hadn’t been able to come due to needing to film with his brothers.

So now, here you were, standing outside the club staring down at your phone, finger hovering over the call button near Matt’s contact. Matt always told you to call if you ever needed anything. You were still worried you’d upset him, knowing if you called now the boys were probably in the middle of a video. But it was dark and uncharacteristically chilly for LA tonight, and you were now alone after your friends insisted on moving to a club that you knew had a bad reputation and didn’t feel comfortable going to. Every Uber and Lyft had at least a two hour wait, and you were getting more scared and uncomfortable by the minute.

Sighing to yourself, hoping it wouldn’t upset Matt or his brothers too much, you decided to give your boyfriend a call.

It rang twice before he answered, and you smiled as you heard him yell at his brothers to shut up before he said anything to you.

“Hey, baby. How’s girls night going?” He asked, voice quiet but sounding happy.

You grimaced at the question before answering.

“Hi Matt, not so well. The girls wanted to go to another club but I didn’t feel comfortable going and now I’m kinda stranded,” you told him, voice soft and a bit shaky. It was scary being in this part of LA by yourself at night.

“They just left you?” Matt asked, sounding shocked as you heard the sound of his key turning in the ignition of his car and it come on.

“Yeah, I tried to get an Uber but they’re all over a two hour wait, so I was wondering if maybe you’d have time to-“ before you can even finish asking Matt is answering.

“Text me your location, baby, we’re on the way now,” he tells you as you also hear him talking to his now, very confused brothers.

“What is going on? Is she okay?” You hear Nick ask, sounding so worried. Chris speaks up and offers to take the phone so Matt can focus more on driving. You hear some rustling as you move to send your location to him, so you assume Matt took him up on the offer.

“I just shared my location with you,” you tell him.

“Chris, map us there,” Matt says.

“Already doing it. We are 15 minutes away,” Chris tells you both.

“We’re coming, babe. Just try to stay in a well lit area and stay on the phone with us,” Matt tells you, voice soft but serious.

“Okay, I’m sorry for interrupting you guys, I know you were probably trying to film,” you apologize, feeling bad for stopping them. Instantly your met with multiple assurances that there’s no need to be sorry.

“Don’t be sorry, it’s completely okay,” Chris tells you.

“Your safety matters more than us concluding a silly video,” Nick adds in.

“Baby, never apologize for calling me when you need me. There’s nothing to be sorry for in this situation,” Matt speaks up at the end, sweet and kind.

You stay on the phone talking to Matt and his brothers, their voices keeping you calm as they tell you about their day and ask about yours. Suddenly you feel a hand on your waist, making you jump and gasp.

“Baby?” Matt asks, voice worried through the phone as his brothers also call out to you.

“Hey sweet thing,” the creepy guy leers at you, eyeing you up and down in a way that makes your skin crawl. You take a couple steps back, making the creeps hand fall off you and your hand grips your phone a little tighter.

“Don’t touch me,” you tell the man. The boys all call to you again urgently, sounding more worried after hearing what you just said. You also hear Matt’s car accelerate in the background, meaning he was driving to you faster. Faster meant sooner, and sooner was good as you now felt paralyzed in fear as the man kept looking at you.

The man steps closer as you step back, continuing to follow you until your back is pressed against the cool brick of the club building. You’re shaking in fear as this man continues to approach you.

Suddenly, Matt’s black SUV rolls up quickly, jerking to a stop on the street. After throwing the car in park, you see Matt jump out of the drivers side, jogging over to you, making you sigh in relief.

“Matt!” You call out to him, so happy to see him. The creep turns around to face your boyfriend. Matt’s jaw is clenched in anger as he assesses the situation, his fears confirmed as he sees the situation he was coming up on.

“She’s not interested, fuck off,” Matt tells him gruffly, reaching out to grasp your hand and pull you away from the man who had been bothering you. You allowed yourself to be pulled away from your position against the wall. Matt moved you to stand behind him, shielding you from the man and his creepy gaze.

“You wanna go?” The creep asks angrily, trying to step up to your boyfriend but stumbling a bit.

You all hear two windows roll down from Matt’s car. Unbeknownst to you, they had already been cracked so Matt’s brothers could watch and hear what was going on.

“I don’t think you’d want to do that man. You mess with him, you mess with us too,” Nick calls out from the backseat. Chris just nods and raises an eyebrow at the man. Matt just smirks at the dumbfounded look on the creeps face.

The creep grumbles and stumbles away, shaking his head. You wrap your arms around Matt, hugging yourself to him tightly. His arms wrap around you as he releases a sigh, and you feel him press his lips to your head.

“Did he hurt you?” Matt asks you, concerned.

You shake your head, “No, just scared me mostly. He put his hand on my waist but I backed away so he’d stop,” you tell him in a whisper.

“I’m so sorry baby,” he tells you, kissing your head again. He held you for a moment before he began to gently lead you over to his car. While you both had been hugging, Chris had moved to the backseat with Nick so you could sit up front with your boyfriend.

Matt opens the passenger door for you and you get in. Before you can reach for it, he’s grabbing the seatbelt for you and buckling it for you, making you smile. He gently shuts your door and jogs around the car to his side, getting in and buckling up. As he adjusts and moves to put the car in drive, you turn to meet the gaze of his two brothers who look equally relieved to see you but still concerned.

“I’m okay, guys,” you assure them with a small smile.

They nod and return the smile.

As Matt pulls away from the club, one hand remains on the wheel as his other comes over to hold your hand. While your boyfriend isn’t always one for public displays of affection, he never was shy about holding your hand, and tonight you welcomed the comfort his hand in yours brought.

“Can you stay over at our place tonight? I’d feel better,” Matt asks you softly. You smile and nod, glad that he asked.

The ride home was quick and quiet, Matt’s brothers were on their phone. Chris played some songs that he knew you liked at a low volume. Once arriving to their place, you gave Nick and Chris a big hug before letting Matt lead you to his room.

“Come here, I just wanna hold you for a minute,” he whispers to you after he shuts his bedroom door. His room is cozy, dimly lit by the lights on his bedside tables. It’s warm and safe. Just like Matt. He pulls you into his arms, gently rocking you back and forth with your head resting near his collarbone.

“Thank you for getting me,” you whisper to him, before leaving a soft kiss on his jaw.

“You don’t have to thank me, baby. you can call me, day or night, no matter what I’m doing. I’ll drop it for you if you need me,” he tells you as he brushes a piece of your hair behind your ear.

You lean up and give him a gentle peck on the lips, and he kisses back just as softly. After you both reluctantly part, Matt walks over to his dresser. He grabs out a pair of sweats and a T-shirt for you to wear to bed. You thank him with a smile and you get changed while he also changes into a pair of flannel pj pants, opting out of wearing a shirt.

You sit down on his bed and watch as he takes off his chain and the couple rings he had worn that day. He surprises you when he turns around and walks over with a package in his hand.

Makeup removing wipes, the specific brand and scent you buy too. He’s always surprising you with his thoughtfulness.

“Here, let me get your makeup off baby,” he says as he comes to sit next to you. You smile as he begins to wipe your makeup off. He’s so gentle and thorough, his eyebrows creasing a little in the middle with focus. In a few moments he’s done, throwing away the used wipes in a nearby trash can and tossing the pack to land over on his desk.

You both pull the covers back and climb into his bed, you move to lay on your side as Matt rests behind you on his side as well. His arms snake their way around your waist, hand going under your shirt to rest on your bare tummy as he soothingly rubs the skin there. Your legs tangle together under the sheets and you feel a kiss pressed against the side of your head.

“Love you, baby,” Matt whispers to you, voice getting deeper as he gets sleepy.

“Love you too, Matty,” you whisper back, drifting off to sleep in the safety and comfort of his arms.

[seneon]

heyhey i just found your blog cause my love for touya just came back and i really liked your headcannons on him and how you picture him with an harley quinn girlie, it’s just how i picture him too.

can you write something based on the phrase “call and i’ll rush out” or “i’d let the world burn for you”, i really think they both match him so much. thank you so muchhh

LET THE WORLD BURN ──── joker¡! touya.

about. joker¡! touya × fem harley¡! reader trope + coded headcanons. apart of kiss me until my lips fall off.

notes. i will reduce the toxicity in the jarley trope trust. also their theme song is definitely let the world burn and always been you, both by chris grey.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ joker¡! touya. who's actually rottenly smitten with you, his only reason of living besides the man who created him. you're his pride and joy, the light to his darkness. this man treats you like a spoiled brat, always having a reward for you no matter what you do. he's so sooo damn sugary with his words too, calling you names that would make you feel like melted jelly. seeing your reaction also feeds to his ego.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ joker¡! touya. who's mad, like. insane, unhinged, out of his sick mind. yet he still puts you above every and anything else, even if it means he has your life on the line. though, touya always makes sure to have you behind his back where you cannot see whatever he has executed in your presence. of course, he doesn't want his pretty girl to drink in a bloody sight, even if your gaze have been tainted red.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ joker¡! touya. who will be at your side in literal seconds or minutes, depending on the situation and his wrath that burns. "just call, and i'll rush out, pretty doll," he says, voice so enchantingly dangerous that it pulls you into a pool of obsession. "mm, i will," you always reply to him and he's always kissing your bloodstained lips just so he could clean your lips for you because he doesn't want any nasty and unwanted dirt on his sweet beautiful girl.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ joker¡! touya. who would let the world burn just. for. you. and he actually does it. he burns, sets places on fire, creates flaming chaos and calamity all for the sake of you. doesn't matter if you're attacked or not. if you don't like one place, touya will not hesitate to ignite that place on fire. if you're treated badly at that venue, fire. men leered at you? flame. it's dirty or slightly discomforting to you? burn burn burn. what's the surprise? he'll kill for you so why won't he burn down places just for you?

𖥔 ݁ ˖ joker¡! touya. who doesn't forget that you're just like him sometimes, all in love and over him like a leech. he loves the way you'd excitedly greet him and immediately shower him with kisses all over his face. sometimes he's angry and he doesn't want kisses, you can tell. you'd let him cool off a little. and every single time, touya will be the one who calls out to you and insist you come closer to him. then he lets you shower him with the affection that he needs most. makes him happier that you'll him about your day and how you handled a few men and knocked them out cold when they want to harass you. he's so proud of his girl ♡ but look, those men will never see the light of day ever again.

© SENEON 2024 ♱ do not repost, alter, or translate.

[sugrhigh]

BOY NEXT DOOR - ( c.s )

part two

summary- you and your roommates live beside a bunch of senior hockey players, one of them being the infamous team captain chris sturniolo. he’s effortlessly flirty and undeniably attractive, but he’s also a pain in your ass. you find that you have to fight between lust and hatred as you finally get to know the boy next door, whether you want to or not.

warnings- swearing, drinking, no smut (yet 😁)

neighbor/hockey!chris x fem!reader

a/n: WELCOME TO MY FIRST REAL SERIES! i have a lot of ideas for this cuz i love this trope dearly so buckle up! more parts will come soon. also working on a tattooartist!reader x matt series (thank you anons) that will also be out eventually. in the mean time if you have smaller/specific reqs you’d like to see, my inbox is open babies! and if u just wanna say hello or ask a question i’m here xoxo

the music booms over the speakers inside the house next door, just like it always does on the weekends (and occasionally on thursdays too). it always drives you up a wall, but tonight it’s particularly bad.

you sit up slightly in bed, absentmindedly wondering who the fuck is on aux. you’re not sure why the thought crosses your mind, but you know it’s not chris, because these picks are horrendous.

it’s already past two in the morning, not to mention it’s the middle of the week. you haven’t been able to get a wink of rest, even with your headphones blaring at full volume. usually they do the trick, but tonight’s party is relentless, demanding to be heard.

wine wednesday, you think to yourself sourly.

neither of your roommates are home; they’re both off with their significant others, somewhere that’s not here, listening to fuckface and his friends get drunk.

you’re usually pretty passive about the noise, because they provide free alcohol for you guys when you show up and typically give you notice that they’re throwing something.

but tonight it’s just too fucking much. you’re tired, and groggy, and very much so still in your silky pajama bottoms and oversized t-shirt, but you don’t give a shit.

you jam your feet into some sneakers and grab a jacket, clutching it close to your chest as you head down the stairs to the main level of your own house.

you pass the dark living room, shadows leering in the corners as you’re guided only by the light coming from the street lamps outside.

you step onto the porch and the cold smacks you in the face, breath fogging up the air. it’s the middle of january in boston, and the expanse of dead grass between your houses crunches under your feet as you tread toward the front door.

the rest of the street is quiet, aside from the party. but they’re all senior hockey players, and it’s the beginning of their last semester, so what else can you expect?

besides maybe some basic human decency every once in a while. in fact, you’re so frustrated that you’re going in without backup, and without a real plan of any kind.

for some reason, once you get up the three steps to their door, you pause to knock. as if anyone would hear you over the music, or care enough to open the door for someone who’s fucking knocking.

so you twist the handle next, and it’s unlocked. of course.

it opens to a hazey front hallway that you recognize, stairs to the left hand side, blocked off by a young-looking guy you assume is probably a freshman on duty.

the front area is full of people, pressed against the walls, chatting over the music. well, more like yelling over it.

you can smell weed, which confuses you slightly. you know none of them smoke, not during the season at least. they usually don’t let anyone do it inside the house, so it must be an allowance for a girl.

you’re already getting strange looks as you step inside, which is fair. your shorts are hidden by the length of your shirt and jacket, so you’re just legs and shoes. you’ve got no makeup on, and you didn’t check your hair before you came.

but you swallow the lump in your throat, because it doesn’t matter right now anyways.

you shift your way through the crowd, gaze skipping over the people as you finally reach the dark living room. multi-colored strobes flash, lighting up the hoards of tipsy college kids dancing on the soaked wooden floor. furniture is pushed aside to make room, though the championship banner from last year still hangs on the wall.

his eyes find you before yours find him.

he stares at you across the tops of people's heads, standing by one of the couches that’s shoved against the wall. one of his roommates, connor, is leaned back on the cushions, watching the two girls they were talking to pass a joint back and forth.

but he’s no longer focused on anyone else, because he’s spotted you across the room, and he thinks this is the most disheveled he’s ever seen you. your angry eyes lock in on him seconds later, and they narrow instantly.

you beeline toward him, right through a group of people that are half-dancing along to the terrible playlist.

he lifts his eyebrows at your attitude, but not in fear. he’s actually a little impressed. his friends are watching you warily, just as confused as everyone else who saw you walk in.

he can’t help but stare at your legs as you finally reach him, admiring how cute you look in your pajamas, pale pink bottoms peeking out underneath your shirt with every step. he briefly wonders if you’re even wearing a bra.

then you open your mouth, and the fantasy is over.

“what time is it, chris?” you snap at him, one hand balled into a fist, the other clutching your phone.

“i don’t know, but i have a feeling you’re going to tell me.” he takes a sip of his drink to try and hide his grin.

it takes a lot of self control to keep yourself from slapping it out of his fucking hand, just because of how smug he looks. you hold up the screen to his face.

two twenty-two in the morning. chris almost laughs.

“the answer is way too fucking late to be having a party on a wednesday.” you reply, bringing the device back down to rest by your thigh.

“why didn’t you come? i missed you.” he pouts.

you glance over at the people on the couch, at the girls who are still making eyes at you as they converse with connor. he’s giving you a weird look too, as if no one could possibly understand why you’re here like this.

“yeah, sure you did,” you turn back to him, “now shut this shit down before i call the cops.”

chris puts his hands up in surrender, though he knows this is an empty threat just as much as you do.

“wow, somebody’s grumpy.”

you roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest self-consciously. “i’m serious. tell the puck bunnies to go home for the night or i’ll do it myself.”

he takes a tiny step closer, just a few inches, and yet it still seems suffocating. he looks too good, clad in a simple black tee and jeans, and he’s studying your face with the fire of a thousand suns.

“you don’t have to be jealous because other girls are here. you know you’re my number one.” chris replies easily.

even though his tone remains light, his expression is serious now. it enrages you more, that he thinks he has so much control over you.

“as if i give a fuck. i just want to sleep, so the choice is yours. police,” you wave the hand that holds your phone slightly, “or call it off.”

chris takes another sip of his drink, tipping it back so he can finish the rest of it in one foul swoop. then he nods his head, like he’s admitting defeat.

“fine. i’ll send everyone home.”

you can feel the relief creeping over you, knowing that you don’t have to actually get law enforcement involved. “thank yo—”

“on one condition.” he interrupts, and you furrow your brows.

“no conditions, chris. we’re not bartering right now.”

“come to the game on friday and we can hang out after for a bit. i’ll even give you a practice jersey to wear.” he offers, and the trademark smirk has reappeared on his face.

lights dance across his features, morphing his expression every few seconds. you just stare, because for once, you’re actually not sure what game he’s playing.

“what, can’t get a date without having to resort to blackmail?” you taunt, and he laughs.

“please, i don’t date. and i’d hardly consider this blackmail. just think of it as getting to know your friendly neighbor on a more personal level.”

there’s a humorous glint in his eye, one that’s daring you to say yes. what’s there to be afraid of? all you have to do is watch hockey, eat some popcorn from the concession stand, and deal with his attitude for an hour afterwards.

you’re still not sure what chris is getting out of this, or why he’s insisting that you need to be there, but at this point you don’t care. all you can think about is salvaging the rest of your sleep.

“alright, fine. now you have five minutes to get everyone out, and i better not hear any more shitty remixes for the rest of the week.” you point an accusatory finger at him and he shrugs, though he’s clearly content that you caved in.

“your wish is my command, princess.”

you turn on your heel to head back outside, retracing your steps from earlier as you slip through the mob. you half expect chris to follow, just because he’s annoying, but he doesn’t.

the overhead lights are coming back on now, and you can hear deep voices shouting, combined with collective groans from the crowd as they all realize they’re being kicked out.

luckily you make it out the front door first, and you jog back up the steps to your own place to get out of the cold.

you’ve only been inside for seconds when your phone buzzes in your hand.

chris

see you friday

sweet dreams ;)

[aringofsalt]

yknow. i think what makes the "friends don't just do that!!!" argument for buddie even more silly to me is that...i literally do do that. in fact i would argue that i do way more than buck does for eddie or christopher, excluding the tsunami of course. my roommate is my best friend. we are not dating nor have we ever dated in the nearly 15 years we've known each other. she's fully 1000% straight. and i literally co-parent her kids. like actually live-in co-parent, not babysitting and group hangouts. we've lived together since her middle child was 6 months old, so over 5 years now. i was at the hospital when all 3 of her kids were born. i do school drop off and i'm debating joining the pta this year.

i love her and those kids so much and they are absolutely my family and i would do anything for them.

and it's still fully platonic.

so, like. can you not fathom caring about people unless it's romantic? really???? i'm truly not diminishing anything about buck and eddie's friendship, nor buck's relationship with chris, i fully believe they are soulmates and family no matter what weird form that takes, but good grief this insistence that buck's caring about christopher is some sort of romantic gotcha for him and eddie drives me up the damn wall.

you know what you sound like when you insist that they've gotta have romantic feelings just because of chris? you sound like every gross straight man i've ever met who leers at me and asks if i'm "getting something" out of helping out my best friend. so congrats on that, i guess.

[frogchiro]

Uhhhmmmm your college AU with desperate Leon…. It makes me want to have him suffer!!!

I’m thinking of Luis getting upskirt pictures of you and sending them to Leon. Actually— let’s make it worse. He sends them to the groupchat. Leon simultaneously loves him for sending them and hates them for taking them (delete those rn after he’s already saved them to his own phone). Tries to act like a good guy and tell him off for doing that, but he’s fisting his cock at the sight of you.

“Thought I was just doing you a favor, sancho ;) but ur right, shouldn’t do it like that. I’ll just ask her out next time, yeah?”

And THEN. I’m thinking that Heisenberg is a mechanic, taking classes in his spare time, working up to a more complex mechanical engineering degree. He’s older than your typical college crowd, but that doesn’t mean he can’t chase college tail!!! And you share a class or two with him. And in a change of form— he’s always early (he doesn’t have his mommy and daddy paying for him to fuck around at college, this is his time and money, so he actually cares lol) and makes sure to park himself right next to your usual spot.

And you surprise the hell out of him by being actually quite interesting, even if your doe eyes and plush sweaters make you look like soft and easy prey for the wolfish older guy. He’s got you chatting and laughing after class, offering to give you a ride since the library is across campus from this building.

And of course Leon is in the back of this class (late because doesn’t care + hungover) and fucking crushed that this dude who’s unshaved and wearing a military surplus jacket covered in scorch marks and grease stains has your undivided attention.

And Heisenberg is literally pulling out all of the “older guy going after a college girl” stops. Tells you about the place he has off campus. The truck he’s got that he’s working on himself, cause he’s all rugged. How he can pay for dinner cause he has a real job. (We love Leon but I 100% see him as a daddy’s money type of college student). And if you’re under 21 and this is America— he’s totally offering to buy booze for you. And he might not be the nearest guy ever, but he regularly does his own laundry and dishes n shit because he’s lived alone and can take care of shit.

Which makes it seem like the bar is in the ground, but his place seems so grown up in comparison to Leon’s room in the frat house, the same house in which there’s a solo cup on every piece of furniture and at least one person passed out somewhere every morning when he leaves for class. And Heisenberg actually cooks, whereas Leon is living mainly on takeout and instant meals. Like Heisenberg is making you pancakes and eggs when you sleep over, which is actually basic as all fuck, but compared to Leon who turns over and eats from the jar of peanut butter on his nightstand when he’s hungry for breakfast, he’s like a fucking prince.

-🐱

Dear Kitty anon you have no idea what you've just unleashed-

No but you are so right!! Let's make Leon pathetic and suffering

And Luis definitely pulls that shit with the upskirt pics and sending them to the groupchat. Leon tries ofc to act all high and mighty, telling the guys to knock it the fuck off, that it's disrespectful to you but the truth is that he writes that shit with one hand and the other one is full of cock :(

It's even worse when the others (Krauser and Chris) start to hoot and encourage Luis; the worst was when Luis somehow managed to get a perfect shot of your boobs when you were busy reading one of those books of yours and Jack was sitting literally next to Leon when they got the picture. That fuck Krauser actually had the balls to lick over his teeth with the nastiest leering sneer and fucking adjusted his cock right then and there through his jeans, growling about 'What he wouldn't do to get a bite out of those gorgeous fat tits'. Leon was appaled >:(

And when Leon thought it couldn't get any worse, it did. Of course it did because apparently fuck his life. And that 'worse' came in the form of that old man, Heisenberg he thinks was his name, who is taking 'extra classes' for a more advanced mechanical engineering degree. Bullshit! Leon knows this type of guy; an old fuck taking college classes just to chase college girl skirts...And well, technically he's not wrong, it's just the fact that he didn't anticipate which exact skirt Karl will be chasing.

Heisenberg on the other hand didn't really know what to expect. He knows he has to take college seriously this time since he's the one who pays for the damn thing, but he sure didn't expect to meet such a cute girl like yourself on the first day! It must be his damn lucky day when your huge doe eyes turned to him in a curious glance and he couldn't help but let that wolfish smirk grow on his face; jack-pot.

And the thing is, you're honestly an interesting and intriguing thing! Behind the doe eyes, cute pastel sweaters, pretty dainty jewelry and nice smelling perfumes you're actually smart and have a damn strong head on your shoulders and you don't seem to mind the advances of an older, more mature guy!

The fact is...you don't mind it. At all. Karl is like a breath of fresh air in the form of a 30-something old mechanic who smells like strong cologne, motor oil and cigarettes but hey! It's still better than the nasty smell of Axe body spray and the 10-in-1 body wash all the guys seem to have that you don't even have to get close to smell it! Not to mention that Karl's natural musky scent smells...so so heavenly.

Plus c'mon, what is there not to like?? He's always early for classes, pulls your chair back for you, offers you rides in his truck that he paid for with his own earned money. You actually feel a shudder go down your spine when you remember overhearing Leon boasting on the parking lot about the new, obnoxious, expensive sports car his daddy bought him.

Speaking of which, you turn your head slightly to look at the blonde sitting sprawled out in the back of the class, half asleep and more than probably hungover from whatever impromptu drinking session or party he attended last night. You turn back with an eye roll and a chuff; pathetic.

(Poor Leon almost fell from his chair when he noticed you glancing at him last second and he was sitting for the rest of the class mentally punching air when he realized that you caught him lacking, that sneer on your face making his cheeks burn but he will be also jerking his cock off to that later.)

And yes you're right, the bar seems to be in fucking hell but hey! Heisenberg is still better and more put together than Leon! He's maybe not the neatest or tidiest but he does his own laundry, he washes the dishes, he dusts his shelves from time to time and goes grocery shopping! Anytime you stay overnight when he offers to tutor you and you just so happen to forget the time, Karl drank some beer and...

"Whoopsy! Well would you look at the time, it's too late for a young lady to go by herself and I drank so I can't drive you, looks like you have to sleep over princess haha". And when you wake up you're greeted with an actual breakfast; pancakes, some bacon and scrambled eggs. It's pretty basic but good God it's amazing, everything about Karl feels just so...mature and different.

It's definitely a huge upgrade from Leon, the guy who lives in a shared room in a frathouse with stacked pizza boxes for a nightstand, empty solo cups and booze bottles in almost every corner and he actually has to look where he walks when he finally decides to get up late for classes to avoid stepping on someone passed out on the floor. Y'know, the guy who thinks eating peanut butter straight from the jar and downing a can of Monster is breakfast and who later pathetically jerks off with Krauser to pics Luis took of you.

[silvercap]

⚫ and ^ with Chreon? Pretty please?

Of course :) sorry that this took me.... forever. Love u anon <3

⬤: being called soft things like baby, sweetheart or honey + ʌ: comfort after a nightmare

Leon jolts awake with a hitching sob already on his lips, heart pounding wildly as he kicks at the heavy pressure wrapped around his legs and claws at the soft fabric pooled around him where he lies, sweat soaking his skin despite to notable chill of the room. A hand finds his shoulder and he lashes out with a cry, mind flashing wildly to recent images of hypercolored monsters leering at him with crimson-stained flesh and sickly fluorescent eyes as they tear his family and friends to shreds one by one; of cold hands dragging him down, down into the depths of a lake and spitting him out again in the middle of a burning city, his muscles on fire as he thrashes to escape the monster trying to---

"Shh," the gentle voice near his ear whispers, strong arms wrapping around him like a cage of unbending steel bars, at once prompting a fresh jolt of panic and also becoming a grounding surface for Leon to claw his hands into for support. Someone hushes him again as he sobs and gasps uncontrollably, a large hand cupping the side of his head with fingers that are warm and familiar instead of cold and mangled. "It's alright, honey, I've got you. You're at home. I promise you're at home, and whatever you're seeing is only a memory."

Leon shudders convulsively and lets his body go slack, that warm hand pulling his head to rest against a broad, steadying chest as he lets his eyelids flutter closed. A soft kiss lands on his shoulder, one of those thick arms sliding around so that a rough palm can rub circles into his spine.

"It's okay, sweetheart," Chris murmurs impossibly delicately above him, the pressure on Leon's back bringing him slowly back to the ache in his body and the exhaustion weighing his limbs. "That felt like a bad one, huh? Just breathe, I've got your back."

"Literally," Leon rasps shakily, his own hands coming up to splay out across the warm expanse of Chris's muscled ribcage. He closes his eyes as tears continue to drip down his cheeks. "Sorry."

"You're okay, baby," Chris says again, and Leon lets himself fall apart.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Stranger 9

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Destroyer!Chris

Summary: A stranger buys the farmstead nearby and disturbs your sleepy village life.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

The hotel is raucous. The cafe owner comes in with another empty tray of toothpicks and used paper plates. She looks tired. Katherine's already found her way to the party as you hide in the back and guard the cart. You should try to do more.

“Um, can I help?” You step forward, twiddling your fingers.

“Sure,” she dumps the contents of the tray into the bin, “do you mind running out the bruschetta?”

She points to another tray and you nod. You don't particularly want to brave the hordes, especially as their voices combat the pulsing volume of the music. Yet you'd feel worse letting her do all the work, especially when you begged for a chance just to help.

You push through the swinging door and creep down the hall. You peer into the banquet hall and gulp. You try to urge yourself to wade into the sea of people but waver. You can do this.

You press on, head down, set on the line of tables across the room. You stay against the wall, shying away from bodies and drunken voices. It's so crowded you wonder if all the guests are from the village.

You get to the x on the map and set down the tray. You exhale in triumph and shake off your nerves. You did it and it wasn't that hard.

As you turn, you stagger back, barely keeping from hitting the table behind you. You gulp as Chris stands amid the partiers without a care at how they bump into him. He stares you down with arms crossed, a dangerous glint on his blue eyes.

A pair of girls gab as they pass between you and you hide behind them as you head back across the room. You duck, trying not to give yourself away, and nearly sprint down the short hallway to the kitchen.

As you burst through the door, you find the manager gone. You're alone in the empty kitchen just staring at a crooked tray on the counter. Maybe there was an emergency. You shudder as you try to figure out what to do. You can tidy until she gets back.

You take the tray and add it to the stack. You gather up the loose cutlery and put it in the container. The party buzzes as you focus on the simple tasks.

A tray clatters and startles you. You whip around to look at it as it slides on the floor. Your eyes crawl up to the figure across from you, the door gently falling back into the frame. Chris arches a brow as he tilts his head.

“There you are, sweetness,” he growls, “you running away from me… again?”

Your eyes round, “no, I… I'm working–”

“Mhmm,” he clicks his tongue, “and what about the cafe, huh? You sure did your best to avoid me.”

“No, I… I was interviewing for this job,” you squeak, “I didn't mean to–”

“Didn't mean to,” he struts forward, “excuses…” he walks along the other side of the counter, “excuses,” he rounds the corner, “excuses.”

You back away from him as your insides bubble to a boil. He tuts as he comes closer as you stumble on your heels. He grabs the straps of your apron and spins you against the fridge.

He pins you there, snarling as his irises flair hotly, “wasn't I supposed to take you on a date?”

“Uh, yeah, sure, but–”

His hand wanders along your shoulder as his other trails down to your chest, “this isn't exactly what I had in mind but it'll have to do…” he bites his lip as he leers at your squirming body, “I like the apron… it's cute… I'll get you a nicer one, hm? Something frilly?”

“Chris, sir, I… I'm working–”

He claps his palm over your mouth and hushes you. The fridge is cold against your scalding back. His hand descends further and further, slipping beneath the apron and along the top of your black jeans. You squeak as his gaze bores into you.

You grab his bicep but don't push him away. He's too strong to fight and you know it. He slides his hand down the front of your pants, crushing you as he stretches his arm into the denim. He hooks his hands between your legs urging them apart with his knee.

He curls his fingers against your panties and rumbles with delight as he pets you through the fabric. You whimper, eyes glossing as you stand frozen in shock. He lowers his head, resting his forehead against yours as he rocks his hand.

You murmur into his rough palm as he rolls your clit between two fingertips, the friction burning from the dry fabric. Wetness slowly rises, easing his touch as he plays with you. You quiver and squeeze his thick muscle as your pelvis tightens and your thighs tingle.

Even through your fear, it feels good. Your breath puffs over fingers as you cling to him, legs trembling as he toys with you so easily. You close your eyes and he slips his hand down to grip your chin.

“No more hiding,” he snarls, “look at me.”

You obey, bracing the fridge with your other arm as your body threatens to collapse. He moves his finger along the crease of your legs as delves beneath your panties. He flicks and swirls and rolls your tender bud until you're mewling.

“Bad girls don't usually get treats,” he sneers as your voice warbles, “but I'll show you what good girls get and maybe then you'll shape up.”

He rubs harder, faster, until you're senseless and babbling. Your hand falls onto his chest and you moan into a whine. A flash of delight swells in you and bursts at once.

“You gonna be a good girl,” he taunts as he continues to play with you, “or you wanna see what a bad girl gets?”

[pepsiluvr0209]

Ilomilo (Cinderella)

WARNINGS: Angst, Kidnapping, Death if you squint, Slight age regression if you squint real hard

Disclaimer: I understand the whole issue with romanticising mental health. As someone who does struggle with mental health, if you find subjects like this uncomfortable, then simply scroll by, a lighter Chris fic is on the way.

This is not to do with justifying any abusive actions, and if anyone treats you or someone you know that way, please tell somebody you trust and get yourself or anybody else out of the harmful relationship. This is simply a fanfiction, nothing else, but if you do find yourself uncomfortable then by all means stop reading.

(THIS IS AN AU FIC, NOTHING MATT WOULD DO OBV)

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

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"Told you not to worry,

but maybe that's a lie"

“You can’t keep doing this Matt!” 

“Doing what, darling?” He looks at you with a malicious smirk, head tilting, showcasing his defined jawline and contrasted silver chain. 

“When am I going to be allowed out of this house without you constantly behind me? Like a- Like a shadow. When can I call my family huh?”

“Oh darling, we’ve talked about this.” Matt coos, gently holding your cheek in the palms of his cold hands. His shiny rings cool to your heated skin, making you wince in his hold. “Remember,” And he tilts your head up so he can stare into your glossy eyes. “You can leave whenever you want.” And he let’s go. “But you will regret it darling. Trust me.”

“Matt.” You whimper. 

“No baby. You’re mine. Remember angel? Mine.” And he holds your shaking frame to his chest, your cheek bathing in the scent of his musky cologne. 

The tears you shed left wisps of a broken romance, thread together by the bounds of Matt’s love. Of his obsessive, manipulating love. 

Pools of regret flow onto his black t-shirt as he holds you close. You needed to run. 

"Honey, what's the hurry?

Won't you stay inside?"

“Hey love, I’m just going to head out to the store.” Matt speaks, as he places a cap on his soft head of hair. 

“Okay.” You whisper. 

He smiles and kisses your forehead, his voice barely audible as he murmurs, “Don’t even think about leaving me.”

Sending waves of goosebumps along your skin, he smiles at you and caresses your cheek lovingly before you hear the door slam. 

You let go a terrified breath you didn’t even realise you were holding and raced to gather your stuff. It was now or never. 

Shoving things into a random bag, you run downstairs and look around before racing towards the front door. Just as you were about to make your exit, you hear a menacing voice. 

“I knew you would run sweetheart.” 

You’ve never heard a voice so cold. A voice so sharp it sent blades hurling towards your heart, piercing your skin and bruising your muscle. A frightened sob escapes your lips as you turn around and see your boyfriend standing down the hallway. The lighting cloaking half of his figure in a dark cloud. 

“I’m sorry.” You cry. 

“Step away from the door.” He says in a scarily sweet tone. “And I promise it’s all going to be okay.” You see him twisting around an object in his right palm, fingers nimbly twirling the blade making your blood run dry. 

“Y/n.” Matt growls warningly. He starts leering towards where your body is standing and you gasp in fear, turning towards the door, dashing towards the exit and potentially your freedom. 

You slam the front door shut and just run. You knew damn well Matt wasn’t stupid. He knew where you were going to go, but without a car there’s not really any other place else.

It should’ve been more obvious to you. The over-protectiveness, the threats, hell even moving to a town with barely anything in it. 

Walking red flags zoomed by your day to day life and you just ignored it as if it was the clouds painting the sky, or the maliciousness dripping off your lover's smile. 

Frantically, you banged on the door, sobbing for someone to let you in, having no idea if the man you once loved was hot on your tail. Finally it opened, and you threw yourself inside, ignoring Nate’s confused inquiries. 

“Hey, hey what’s wrong?” He grabbed your forearms and levelled towards your collapsing figure. 

“It’s M-Matt.” You choked. “He’s gonna be here soon. Hide.” 

Loud and bone-shivering knocks, banged through the whole house, shaking each of your nerves and polished floorboards. You whimper and hurtled yourself up Nate’s stairs looking for a place to hide. Grabbing a throw blanket off some bed you launch for the closet and cover yourself up, hyperventilating in the enclosed space. 

Nate had no clue what was going on, but he knew that his best mate was a bit of a protective character, so maybe there was a fight or something. He thought back to how distressed you looked and decided against opening the door, but when the loud, angry knocks resumed, he knew better than to leave Matt enraged. 

As soon as the innocent friend opened the door he was effortlessly clocked in the head, by a man with a tattooed arm. Matt. He stepped over his old friend’s body, his slow footsteps echoing throughout the semi-vacant house. “Oh angel,” He starts. 

Your body goes rigid as you lightly hear his voice echoing through the walls. “You never fucking listen!” Matt’s voice grew at the last three syllables, earning muffled sobs from your hiding place in the closet. “And look at where that got you.” His tone turned sickly sweet, gently walking up the carpeted steps, ready to catch what is rightfully his. 

“Oh darling, we’re gonna have so much fun. And I’ll make sure you never run from me. Ever. Again.” You can make out the door to the room across from yours creaking, signifying that Matt is getting closer and closer to sealing your doom. The closet is one where it is built by shutters, meaning if you squint through the blanket you can see your boyfriend's black jeans carefully entering the room adjacent to yours, through the slits in the closet door. You throw the blanket more over yourself, curling yourself against the floor to try and make yourself a less visible lump. 

“Sweetheart.” He taunts. “Don’t play these games with me baby. Come back to me.” The door to the guest room squeaks as he pushes it more open, and you hold your breath, silent tears of terror roll down your flushed cheeks. You can hear his soft footsteps get closer and closer, until they stop. You hear ruffling and then a voice right next to your ear. 

“I wish it didn’t have to happen this way.” 

The closet door flings open, and before you even have time to scream, his arms are already holding the blanket, you previously had on yourself, against your face, limiting your ability to breath. You claw at his strong hands, trying to wriggle out of his secure grasp, but it was too much. You can slowly feel yourself slipping away.

"The world's a little blurry, or maybe it's my eyes

The friends I've had to bury, they keep me up at night."

“Hi baby.” You can feel a hand graze your cold forehead, pushing stray hairs away from your face, so it frames your tired expression. Slowly blinking your eyes open, you realise you’re back here in you and Matt’s shared room. “My throat.” You can barely get out. “Oh, here.” And your boyfriend holds up a glass of water towards you, soft blue eyes gazing at your hunched figure expectantly. You reach to grab the fragile glass when you realise, you can’t. “What did you do?” You rasp, straining your wrists against the cold, sharp metal. You can feel the claustrophobic circles digging deeper and deeper into your skin as you restraint against them. “Shhh, nothing darling.” And he brings the cup to your lips. “Hold still.” He growls, his free hand firmly holding your jaw as he brings his steady hand to your trembling lips. Gently, Matt pours the water down your throat, some of the liquid tumbling from your mouth down to your shirt. “Here.” Matt whispers, as he tugs the sleeve of his hoodie, and wipes the water dribbling down your mouth, along with salty, stray tears that lingered on your face.

“Why?” You tremor. And Matt just sits across from you, admiring all of you, now that he has you to himself and you can’t leave. Ever. “Look at how pretty you look.” He cooes. “Matt.” You almost sob, awaiting his reply as to why he could be this cruel. “Oh angel, I know.” And he wraps his arms around your head, scooching himself so your back is pressed against his stomach, cradling you on his lap. “Do you want anything? Food? Cuddles?” “Home.” You choke out. “I want to go home.” Half of your face is pressed into Matt’s warm hoodie, but he still heard your wobbly sentence and it made his expression drop, turning into stone. “Darling,” He seeths. “You are home.” “Home.” You cry again, tears getting stuck in your throat causing you to cough erratically, gasping for breath. Matt sighs irritatingly and gently holds your sputtering figure by the waist, moving you off his lap. He gets up and just looks down at you. “Pathetic.” Matt then crouches down so you can look at him, pale face, red cheeks drenched in tears. “You might not love me baby, but you better learn to because nobody loves you more than me okay?” All you can do is nod at him, which leaves Matt with a satisfied smile on his face, and with that he exits the room.

"Try not to upset you, let you rescue me,

The day I met you, I just wanted to protect you."

Once Matt can’t hear your strangled cries, he figures now is an appropriate time to at least uncuff you, and see how you react. He’s been planning this for a while, his protective acts not going unnoticed by you, made him scared that you would leave him for someone who isn’t as batshit crazy as he is, but he can’t help it. He loves you.

“Sweetheart.” You hear the several locks on the door click, only to reveal the one person you're most afraid of at this moment. Your knees go up to your chest as you peek at him through thin strands of your hair. Matt crouches in front of you, placing his large, ringed hands on your knees, staring back at you with a small frown on his face. “I’m going to uncuff you.” Instant thoughts start racing through your head and just like he can see the gears turning in your skull, his expression turns serious and forcefully lifts your head up so you can make direct eye contact with him.

“Remember what we talked about love.” After a slight pause, he brings his right hand to his back pocket revealing a small silver key. Almost as if he was teasing you, he brings the item to the hole of your cuffs letting it linger there for a minute. All that could be heard was your heavy breaths, anticipating your release. With a sigh he clicks in the key, freeing your right hand then your left.

Flexing your wrists, Matt stands back, awaiting your decision. Stupidly, you eye the door and just hope God is on your side as you sprint towards the metal knob, sweaty palms twisting the rounded object with no avail. A broken sob leaves your wrists as you turn to Matt, pleading with him to let you go. Matt watches you and almost feels sorry for you, witnessing your distressed expressions and tired frame. But sickening enough, that sympathy is overrun by a heavy tank fuelled with pride. Seeing you like this almost gives him a sense of twisted joy, your tears fuelling his madness.

“You didn’t think I would make it that easy bug?” He pouts, arms coming behind you to hug your shaking figure. “No.” You sob. “If I let you go, you gonna leave?” “N-No.” “Good girl.” He whispers and lets go of carefully, leaving you alone by the door as he walks back towards the bed. “No.” You cry again and quickly pad over to him, making yourself home in his open arms. “There we go.” Matt gently praises, his hands holding you up to rest against his warm skin. Cologne filling your senses as you snuggle into his shirt, silently hating yourself for finding comfort in the man who scared you, but coincidently loving the way he held you close, and whispered love filled praises into your ears, kissing your forehead with utmost care.

"B-B-B-B-Breathe."

“Matt.” “Mmm, my love?” He mumbles, nudging his head with yours to show you that you’ve got his undivided attention. “Can we… Can we get food?” He looks at you, studying your tired features before softly sighing and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “Of course angel, there’s food downstairs.” He taps the side of your thigh as preparation for him to stand up, arms cradling you as he presses you close to his chest. Matt carried you downstairs, footsteps pressing against the plush carpet. “Here.” He mumbles, resting you on a kitchen stool, before he takes out takeaway thai from the fridge. Matt instantly picks up on your fidgety behaviour and he can see the thoughts in your eyes rushing miles a minute. “All of the doors are bolted shut my love, so don’t even try.” He speaks nonchalantly sifting through the plastic containers of pad thai and spring rolls. His statement makes you freeze up and slightly whimper. Even though you weren’t doing anything, the fact that you couldn’t leave, stripped you away of the stability you were feeling a mere 15 minutes ago.

Matt sighs, as he places 2 plates chock full of thai in the microwave, shutting the door and turning to face you. “Look, I didn’t want it to end up this way.” There’s a pause through his sentence as he walks towards you and tilts up your jaw so you're looking right at his face. “There are a lot of bad people out there baby- God knows how many people would even think twice to snatch you away or-or” “Kidnap me? Hold me hostage?” You hoarsely whisper and he clenches his jaw, hand still resting comfortably on the warm skin of your cheek. The microwave beeps.

“I’m just protecting you darling. Soon, you’ll learn to love me. But for now, this will have to do. Your mine. Correct, darling?”

You just nod your head in conformation. “Yours.”

"And I don't want to be lonely,

Was hoping you'd come home.

Even if it's just a lie."

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sorry for the long break I missed youuuu

PLEASE LEAVE REQUESTS I GOT SM FREE TIME RN

I love u and remember your better than whatever Matt was playing at in this fic smh

also do u guys want a tag list? lemme know

[michito202]

Missing Halloween AU

Aclaraciones:

-la historia esta basada en un cortometraje animado llamado "missing halloween" (lo se le copie hasta el nombre) yo simplemente escribi la historia con Chris y Martin como protagonistas, todos los creditos a su respectivo creador

-mencion de muerte, cuerpos y desapariciones, leer bajo su propio riesgo

-como es básicamente una copia no se si llamarlo au, de momento los dibujos que haga de esto tendran el #wk missing halloween au

Notitas random:

-hace mucho no escribo, ojala no se note tanto lol

-ni de broma lo traduzco jaja xd o deberia? Creo que la mayoria del fandom de los wk habla ingles pipipi

31 de octubre, Halloween

Todos aman halloween, niños y jovenes por igual, los mas pequeños suelen ir acompañados de sus padres para aquella animada tradicion de pedir dulces, mientras que los jovenes suelen hacer fiestas o travesuras, pero sin duda lo que hacia especial aquella fecha eran los disfraces

Hombres lobos, zombies, momias, todo tipo de criaturas aterradoras caminan por las calles en busca de dulces para saciar su apetito de azucar, era comun ver disfraces similares pues a los niños solian parecerles geniales y espeluznantes las mismas cosas

Fantasmas, demonios, o algun personaje de alguna pelicula de terror

Un pequeño chris observaba aquello desde su ventana, disfrazado como uno de sus animales favoritos, un demonio de tasmania! Aterrador verdad? A pesar de ser criaturas inofensivas para el humano, tenian una apariencia aterradora, agradecia a su madre haber hecho aquel disfraz pues a pesar de haber buscado en diferentes tiendas no habian encontrado ningun traje de aquel animal el año anterior, por lo que no le parecio mala idea volver a usar aquel disfraz, ademas asi seguramente su amigo lo reconocia mas facil, despues de todo habian pasado un año sin verse

Chris no tardo en perderse en sus pensamientos mientras observaba por la ventana, recordando el halloween anterior, recordaba estar entusiasmado al momento de ir a pedir dulces con su disfraz, intento unirse a alguno de los muchos grupos de niños que pedian dulces, aunque lo unico que consiguio fue ser rechazado por su disfraz, acaso nadie veia lo genial que era ser un demonio de tasmania? Porfavor! Recordaba como habia vuelto a su casa con cierta decepcion, pedir dulces solo no era tan divertido, pensaba entrar a su casa y quedarse adentro seguramente leyendo sobre algun animal genial y devorando los dulces que su madre habia comprado para los niños que llegaran a pedirlos, pero en su lugar se encontro una nota de su madre en la puerta diciendo que regresaria pronto

Recordo como se sento frente a la puerta esperando a su madre hasta que vio a un chico sentarse no muy lejos de ahi, tenia un disfraz de mapache cosa que emociono a chris pues era el primer disfraz de animal que veia, sin contar a los repetitivos hombres lobos

Recordo como se acerco con emocion, ganandose un golpe con la calabaza de plastico destinada para guardar los dulces al haber asustado al chico mapache

Y a pesar de ese inicio, se sento a su lado, empezaron a hablar, y ciertamente llegaron a conectar, chris acabo regalandole uno de sus dulces, y ambos comieron el caramelo mientras leian la nota de la envoltura

"me encontraste" decia la envoltura del mapache

"a quien le importa el dentista? Soy delicioso" decia la envoltura del demonio de tasmania, haciendo que este riera pues era verdad, aquel dulce era delicioso

Su madre lo saco de sus pensamientos cuando le ofrecio el tazon de dulces, cosa a la que se nego pues seguía esperando ver a su amigo, y justo en ese momento noto al pequeño rubio frente a la casa, por lo que salio con emocion a abrazar al chico mientras su madre los observaba desde adentro, haciendo una pequeña mueca antes de suspirar y salir de la casa con su celular en mano

Chris el cual hablaba entusiasmado con Martin volteo a ver atras cuando noto como este parecia ver a alguien, encontrandose con su madre la cual les tomo una fotografia antes de que ambos niños se fueran en busca de dulces

-veo que otra vez estas vestido de mapache- hablo con emocion mientras caminaba a su lado, realmente feliz de tener con quien pedir dulces este año

-bueno tu tampoco cambiaste tu disfraz- murmuro martin mientras lo observaba, cualquiera que los viera diria que martin era uno o dos años mayor que chris, ademas de ser un niño bastante tranquilo en comparacion a su energetico amigo, hablando con calma y manteniendo una expresion tranquila, casi neutra la mayor parte del tiempo

Chris solto una risita entusiasta -claro que no! Es genial! Hasta puedo hacer piruetas con esto!- y dicho aquello intento hacer una pirueta, chocandose con un pequeño grupo de niños que iban un poco mas adelante de ellos

-fijate por donde vas tonto!- miro con molestia a chris el cual se habia quedado en el suelo tras el impacto, el chico de cabello negro vestido de vampiro empujo a chris poco importandole que siguiera en el suelo -si vuelves a meterte con nosotros ya veras!- dicho eso siguio caminando con sus otros dos amigos

-tu pequeño hijo de...- antes de que terminara de insultar, noto como chris se levantaba casi de un brinco, cosa que lo sobresalto un poco

-vamos por dulces!- sonrio tomando su mano y llevandolo, casi arrastrado claro, a una de las muchas casas decoradas dispuesto a pedir dulces con el, cosa a la que martin no se nego

Puerta tras puerta, casa tras casa, ambos niños fueron pidiendo dulces, martin no hablaba mucho pero siempre era chris el que pedia con entusiasmo que le dieran dulces a su amigo, por alguna razon todos se negaban cosa que lo desconcerto, porque se negaban a darle dulces a martin? No lo entendia

Al cabo de unas horas la canasta con forma de calabaza de chris estaba casi repleta de dulces, mientras que la de martin estaba completamente vacia

Decidieron descansar un rato en una colina cercana, disfrutando momentaneamente de la calma que habia lejos de las casas decoradas y los niños disfrazados, centrandose en los sonidos del bosque detras de ellos, aquel momento fue aprovechado por chris para dejar la mitad de sus dulces en la canasta de martin, el cual solo se limito a agradecer

-vamos come uno- animo chris mientras tomaba un dulce y lo comia, accion que fue imitada por martin -que dice el tuyo?- pregunto acercandose mas al mayor

-"me encontraste"- leyo martin en voz alta

-el mio dice "seamos amigos"- dijo chris mostrando su propia envoltura de dulce -eso es gracioso porque ya somos amigos!- dijo con su caracteristico entusiasmo antes de reir

No sabian bien que tanto tiempo habian pasado sobre la colina, comiendo dulces y hablando entre ellos, pero finalmente martin dijo que lo mejor era que volvieran a sus casas antes de que se hiciera aun mas tarde, chris estuvo de acuerdo y ambos se dirigieron a la casa del ultimo mencionado mientras aun hablaban

Al llegar chris se confundio al notar a su madre con un doctor, noto como este parecia tener un informe medico asi que como pequeña travesura decidio "tomar prestado" aquel informe, mientras escapaba de su madre leyo aquel papel, deteniendose al ver que el informe era sobre el, y el diagnostico era... Amigos imaginarios?

-mamá... Que es esto?...- pregunto mientras veia a su madre en busca de respuestas

-Chris... Cariño... Tengo que mostrarte algo- dijo en un tono suave antes de mostrarle la fotografia que habia tomado horas atras, donde solo se veia a chris posando entusiastamente ante la camara

-no... No no no! El esta aqui! No lo ven!?- señalo desesperadamente al rubio a su lado- el es real! Miralo! -hablo con aun mas desesperacion, aunque su madre lo ignoraba pues hablaba con el doctor, seguramente preguntando por mas examenes o algo parecido, aunque para cuando su madre volteo a verlo este ya no estaba

Un mapache y un demonio de tasmania estaban sentados sobre una colina, mientras el demonio de tasmania seguia confundido, seguramente en negacion, su amigo no podia ser imaginario, no, seguramente era un error

-ya deja de tocarme!- se quejo martin ante la insistente manita sobre su mejilla

-enserio eres solo mi imaginacion?- pregunto en un tono lastimero, negandose a creer que el era solo producto de su imaginacion

-...- suspiro levemente antes de levantarse -ven... Ven conmigo- dijo acercandose a la cerca que separaba al bosque de todo lo demas, mientras levantaba algunos alambres que ya estaban sueltos para poder pasar

Chris dudo, viendo el cartel que decia "cuidado" -pero martin...- cuando volvio a ver a su amigo este ya estaba al otro lado de la cerca, mirandolo, chris no podia descifrar aquella mirada, insistencia? Decepcion? Suplica? No estaba seguro, pero cuando lo vio adentrarse al bosque no dudo en seguirlo, sin ser consiente del cartel de "trampas para osos" que habia caido de la cerca hace un tiempo

Chris corrio y corrio por el bosque, intentando no perderle el rastro al rubio, tuvo suerte de no pisar las trampas para oso que estaban en multiples partes del camino, pero finalmente llego a un claro, donde habia un gran arbol en el centro, y recargado en el estaba su amigo esperandolo con calma

-toma- ofrecio un dulce cuando chris finalmente se sento contra el arbol igual, y asi ambos comieron un caramelo

Martin sonrio levemente, mientras chris empezaba a quedarse dormido debido a lo tarde que era, y pronto ambos niños acabaron dormidos recargados contra aquel arbol

Mientras tanto una madre caminaba desesperada por el bosque mientras gritaba fuertemente el nombre de su hijo, en un intento de ser escuchada por el menor

Al frente de ella caminaba un policia con un palo de madera el cual movia frente a ellos para activar cualquier posible trampa

-no se preocupe, lo encontraremos- dijo una policia intentando calmar a la desconsolada madre, aunque no tuvo exito

Tras unos minutos mas caminando finalmente vieron al pequeño dormido contra un arbol, su madre por instinto quiso lanzarse hacia el y abrazarlo pero fue rápidamente detenida por el policia al frente de ella, pues aun habian muchas trampas para osos rodeandolos

La luz de la linterna ilumino cerca de chris, notando mas trampas de osos, pero notando igual algo que estaba junto a chris, recargado en el arbol a su lado

Los tres adultos quedaron congelados al ver de que se trataba aquel "algo"

Un cadaver putrefacto

Aun eran notorios algunos rasgos, y mientras la madre de chris observaba aquello en shock y un policia informaba por la radio lo que habian encontrado, la policia que antes habia intentado animar a la madre reviso entre sus notas los niños desaparecidos

"Dabio-Desaparecido"

"ultima vez visto el 31 de octubre pidiendo dulces"

No...

"Donita-Encontrado"

"ultima vez visto el 31 de octubre en su casa"

No...

"Martin-Desaparecido"

"ultima vez visto el 31 de octubre cerca de la colina"

...

"te encontre" decia la envoltura que chris tenia en sus manos al momento de ser encontrado junto al cuerpo de martin

"me encontraste" decia la envoltura sobre las manos putrefactas de martin

[fanficshiddles]

The Redbridge Hunts, Chapter 49

‘You’ve brought the hunt forward?’ Claire asked, eyes wide.

‘Not forward, no. Just decided to hold one on Halloween. I don’t know why I never thought about it before, it’s the perfect night for it.’ He grinned and leaned in towards her, sniffing at her neck. ‘Would be a shame, really. To chuck you out there for any vampire to get hold of you… Though there’s no fun in just having you here.’ He growled low.

‘Loki will kill you.’ Claire blurted out.

Chris chuckled. ‘He can try.’

‘Why would you want to hurt him so much? You know if you put me out there, it will break his heart. What happened with you two? Why can’t you just… get along. He doesn’t want to take your job, I know that this is what’s causing you to do this. You’re angry and upset, I understand that. So will he. He doesn’t want it.’

‘I am NOT upset.’ Chris snapped and stepped backwards, still glaring at her and his jaw was clenched. He slowly started pacing back and fore on front of her. ‘Not that I’d expect you to understand, or him. Such an ungrateful bastard he is.’ He hissed.

Claire frowned. ‘Try me. I understand more than you think. I understand that you love your job, that deep down you care about your students and even the teachers. I know how broken you were when we lost Jeremy. The way you fought for your school, are you really going to just throw it all away by sending me out there into the hunt? You know that Loki really would make sure that your job was no more if you do this. Is hurting him in this way really worth losing your job?’

‘I’ve lost it anyway.’ He snapped.

‘No, you haven’t. You’re not listening to anyone, you can appeal it. Loki will too, and so will I!’

‘Why would you both do that, hmm? You don’t care about me, no one does. No one ever has and no one ever will.’ Chris growled.

‘Of course, we care. You think so little of your brother, but he was mouthing along to your band at the festival in the summer. I don’t know what happened between you too that caused such a rift, aside from turning him against his wishes, but deep down I know he still loves you.’ Claire said softly.

For a second, she thought she saw remorse and a slight glimmer of regret in Chris’ eyes, but his face hardened again and the scowl was back.

‘Enough. He doesn’t love me. He hasn’t since the day I turned him.’ Chris started circling around Claire again, trying to intimidate her more.

‘Why did you turn him? I mean, that was a pretty asshole thing to do. Turning your brother against his will.’

She heard Chris’ footsteps stop behind her abruptly. There was silence for a second, then he started laughing rather manically. She tried to look round, confused. Though Chris suddenly grabbed her neck and forced her head right back to look at him as he leered down at her from above.

‘He hasn’t told you the truth about what happened that day, has he?’ He snarled.

Claire’s fear spiked a bit at his action, though she tried to shake her head, as best she could in his grip. He laughed again and let go of her, much to her relief. He stalked around to her front again, but perched against the table.

Claire noticed that his fangs had finally retracted, which gave her a tiny bit of hope.

‘Of course he hasn’t. He needs to keep up appearances of me being the bad guy.’

‘What does that mean?’ Claire asked.

Chris narrowed his eyes at her, just stared at her, deep in thought for a moment. ‘Do you really want to know the truth?’

‘Of course.’ Claire nodded quickly. ‘Though, please could you untie me first? My nose is itchy as fuck. And we both know that I have no chance of getting out of here without you catching me.’ She pleaded.

Chris raised an eyebrow at her, in slight amusement, but made no motion to move.

‘Please, Chris. Either untie me or scratch my nose yourself. I can’t concentrate properly with it.’ She grumbled at him.

Chris let out an irritated sigh as he stood up and strolled over behind her, he untied her and she straight away scratched her nose while groaning. ‘Ah thank god… Ok, please tell me what happened that day.’

Chris went back to his place by the table and folded his arms over his chest.

‘Things were tense between Loki and I, they had been since Loki found out about me and Lucius being vampires. Though he struggled with the fact that I refused to go down the blood bank route, like Lucius. So Lucius thought taking us out to lunch together might help us bond again…’

Lucius had taken Loki and Chris out to lunch one afternoon, to their favourite restaurant. He tried to get the brothers to talk, like they used to. Though it was a tense lunch. After they’d eaten, Lucius wanted dessert. Though the brothers didn’t want any.

‘I need to go. Thanks for lunch.’ Chris said gruffly to Lucius as he stood up.

Loki kept quiet, he was still torn over his big brother and what to think of him after learning the truth. He had always looked up to him, he loved him to pieces. He still did, he just wasn’t sure if he could handle the thought of him feeding from people…

Loki noticed when Chris stepped outside, he seemed to sniff the air and instead of heading towards his home, he made his way down the street in the opposite direction.

‘I’ll be back in a minute, dad. Just going to the toilet.’ Loki said quickly to Lucius, who nodded and stayed put, while reading the dessert menu.

Loki went outside and followed Chris down the street a bit. Chris then turned abruptly down an alley, Loki followed him but kept his distance so Chris wouldn’t see him. As Loki turned down the alley, he noticed Chris went up to a man that was out the back of a shop having a smoking break.

Chris never said anything to the man, he just lunged straight at him, pinned him against the wall and sank his fangs into his neck.

Loki stared in utter horror as he saw blood drip down between Chris and the man. He couldn’t believe his big brother was willingly feeding from an innocent man. Worse still, he drank so much from the man that he collapsed at Chris’ feet when Chris was finished with him.

Chris licked his lips and took a step backwards, but that’s when he spotted Loki in his peripheral vision. He whipped his head round and his eyes widened, his fangs retracted straight away and his face softened.

‘Loki!'

Loki’s eyes filled with tears and he shook his head back and fore quickly as he started taking steps backwards.

‘Loki… This isn’t what it looks like… Let me explain, brother.’ Chris said in a panic as he started moving towards him.

‘No… no, no, no.’ Loki cried out and turned around to run away from him.

Chris wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, then ran after Loki. He continued to call out for him.

Loki ran straight out from the alley and onto the road, he momentarily stopped and turned to face Chris who ran after him.

‘Brother… Please, let’s talk!’ Chris shouted.

Chris had never seen Loki look so scared and pained before, the tears rolled down his cheeks. He turned and went to run again, but suddenly a blue car slammed into him. Chris’ eyes widened and it felt like time stopped as he saw his little brother being smashed along the road.

The woman driving hadn’t been paying attention, she was on her phone. Even though Loki shouldn’t have been on the road in the first place, not looking at the traffic. She froze in utter horror when she realised she’d hit someone.

‘LOKI!’ Chris bolted over to Loki, he fell to his knees next to him and lifted his upper body onto his lap, cradling his head. There was blood everywhere, Loki’s left leg was clearly broken as it was twisted the wrong way round, and the blood loss was mainly from Loki’s head.

‘No, no… Loki. Lil’ bro. Stay with me. Don’t you dare leave me.’ Chris cried, his vision turned blurry from his tears as he watched his brother dying in his arms, he could sense his heartbeat slowing down rapidly. The sounds from everyone else around, people screaming and shouting for help, someone calling for an ambulance, Chris heard none of it, it was just a blur.

‘Loki…’ Chris sobbed. He gritted his teeth, he couldn’t let this happen. He knew that Loki was against turning into a vampire, he’d made it very clear to both Lucius and Chris, but he couldn’t lose his little brother. He just couldn’t.

‘I’m sorry… Please forgive me, Loki. I have to.’ He whispered and when he sensed his heartbeat become really slow, his fangs emerged and he quickly pierced into Loki’s neck. He ejected some venom into Loki’s blood stream, then Chris tore into his own wrist to make himself bleed.

Chris parted Loki’s lips as he held his wrist up, so his blood dripped into Loki’s mouth. Chris made sure he got enough before he stopped.

‘Please… please.’ Chris whispered as he rocked Loki back and fore. Though he sensed Loki’s heart stop completely.

Chris felt his own heart break into a million pieces, the pain was like nothing else he’d ever felt. He screamed out in anger and anguish, but then, all of a sudden, he heard a low thump… That then began to grow faster and faster.

‘Loki!’ Chris gasped out in hope.

Loki’s eyes flew open, they were a deep red as he inhaled loudly, taking in a big deep breath, his new fangs were glistening white in the sun.

‘It took him a few minutes to come to… to realise what had happened. He pushed me away, screamed at me that I shouldn’t have done it. That I turned him against his will. Lucius came along after that, grabbed hold of Loki to help him. Loki kept screaming at me though, that he would never forgive me for this. That he would rather have died, that he wanted me to die…’

Chris turned his head away from Claire, she saw his eyes were glistening. She could tell by his voice while telling her the story that he still hurt to this day. She even had her own tears that she had to wipe away.

‘Chris… I had no idea. I’m sorry.’ She whispered.

‘Of course you didn’t. Loki needs to keep up the façade that everything is my fault. I’m the bad guy.’ Chris said as his voice hardened again and he blinked hard before looking back at her. Though the anger that had been there earlier wasn’t on his face anymore, Claire didn’t feel quite as threatened now.

‘He didn’t let go of his anger at you for turning him, even though it saved his life.’ Claire said as she looked down for a moment.

‘No. Never has.’ Chris said in a clipped tone.

‘That’s why you went on that rampage, fucking those vampires. It all fits in the timeline.’

Chris nodded in response.

‘Geez, I thought things were complicated with my sister.’ Claire pinched the bridge of her nose and tried to really take in what Chris had just told her.

‘Are you angry at your perfect boyfriend now, for not telling you the truth?’ Chris sneered.

‘I suspect Loki told himself so many times that you turned him against his will, that he really didn't care it was that or his life… Like he’s forgotten.’ Claire said with a sigh.

Chris said nothing.

‘What happened to the woman driving that hit him?’ She asked, though instantly regretted it by the look on Chris’ face.

‘The person responsible for almost killing my little brother... What do you think happened to her?’

‘Shouldn’t have asked.’ Claire sighed.

‘Loki was the only one who loved me, he was the only one that cared. Until that day, when I decided to save his life in the only way possible. I figured there was no point in even trying to be good after that. What was the point? It got me nowhere in the first place.’ Chris stood and started pacing again. Though Claire could tell this time wasn’t with anger as such, he was just all over the place with his emotions.

‘Now, he might be getting my job. The last and only thing that makes me me. Something I’m good at, where I’m respected and needed. I don’t have a soulmate like he does. He has everything. And me? I have nothing. And I never will, all because I really live out what we are, monsters. I only do what my instincts tell me to do.’

His voice broke a little at the end, though he tried to keep it together.

‘That’s not true.’ Claire stood and went towards him.

‘IT IS TRUE!’ He roared at her angrily, making her halt in place. ‘Not for lack of trying, I’ve been all around the world looking for my soulmate, for years. Before you were even born.’ He sneered at her.

Claire wiped away a tear that rolled down her cheek. She swallowed the lump in her throat and took another brave step forwards. She reached out very slowly, as if trying to pet a feral cat.

When her hand eventually landed on his arm, he broke and a few tears flowed freely down his face.

‘There’s no one for me.’

[justsomethough]

Just on a rant here.

Love Eddie to bits, but let's be real here, Eddie and Shannon had flaws and big ones. They don't listen to each other well. Did they love each other? Yes they did, at what level, most probably platonically, in which they mayhaps confused it as in love, IN LOVE, not in love platonically.

I can see why Shannon would be the bad guy here, leaving her son at a young age, and never contacting them again. But Eddie did the same. He went and ran away into the Army. Which he said it himself. He disguised the run away ruse, with saying that he was doing this for them, since they need the money, which is true but also they could have talked about it as Shannon argued, he didn't.

I'm not saying that Eddie is at fault, what I'm saying is that both character are complicated, and yes I don't see where honestly Eddie's character writing is going (honestly I see him as a queer men at this point, because he has been into women for some time, that's just me tho, don't kill me)

I have a problem with people saying that Eddie didn't do anything wrong when he did. He ran away as much as Shannon did, and Shannon tried, which he didn't reciprocate. Again, at this point the both of them are 100% at fault, and the real victim here is their son. We don't have to get to that, but like, yeah, i don't like seeing people putting Eddie in this like oh he's the better person cause Shannon didn't call for 3 years bla bla bla, he's not, and that's the point of it, they were both human. With so many flaws trying their best.

I interpret Eddie saying that he's broken and where his letter was as a way to say that the love that he thought he had with Shannon was the same as what Shannon felt for Chris, a family. He probably felt that he didn't matter enough to Shannon to not have a letter, he probably thought he wasn't enough, something that he has felt throughout his life, probably stemmed from his family bond with his dad. Bet you, he felt the need to step up and get married to Shannon because that's what was he was taught by his dad, to step up, why he always follows his gut on what he believes is right. Which a 100% has a pro on his morality and beliefs, but also cons of course.

Shannon probably felt that way too about Eddie when he ran away to the army, never looking back. She was grieving for her mom, so i think she didn't really thought what Eddie was really going through in the War zone. She was also probably stressed and trying to figure out on taking care of Chris. So she couldn't see it. Eddie's scar and troubles from War and childhood.

To give an honest prediction for season 8, I feel like Eddie's about to go wild, either wilder than season 3 Eddie, or as wild as season 1 Buck 👀👀👀. Also I want to know what happens with Marisol?? Does her brother comes and like kicks Eddie's ass??? Or Marisol herself does lmao. Honestly, season 8 Eddie should be single and hot and healing 👀👀 and then last episode would be a nice segue way to him considering/finding out he's gay (maybe for Buck/or someone else, but maybe buck cause proximity and come on he's Buck, he has been with Eddie, For Eddie and always think that Eddie is Enough for himself and the people around him, so yeah Buck probably).

And Season 9 is the season he's like, damn Buck is hot, oh okay, yeah he is hot. Okay, I like him, maybe a little too much. Buck doesn't see it, but Bobby does, he's like are you okay Eddie?? You seem weird and he's like nah I'm good yeah. And he's leering at Buck, and Bobby is picking it up. And one time idk, Eddie starts to blurt out about how cool Buck is, Hen and Chim are normal about it, but Bobby, bobby sense it but he doesn't pressure it, he tells Athena but Athena's like, nah, I don't think so, isn't that just normal buck & Eddie. Bobby says no. It's not. Bobby observes, and he notices the yearning and lingering and small smile so he tells Eddie after the shift in the locker room. You need to tell the people you love, you love them, if not there not going to know Eddie. You know this better than anyone. And Eddie obviously in denial, saying yeah of course I say it to my son (he knows it's not about Chris).

And may I dare say something happens to Buck, cause the show writers loveeeeees to hurt Buck (I personally don't like this) or they are in trouble, and then he blurts to Buck that he loves him and caresses his cheeks (let me, the writer, die) and buck is like in shock. Yada yada yada they are safe and sound and it's awkward. Eddie goes home and starts questioning. He is in the kitchen cleaning on nothing, he just needs to do something cause he's worried and traumatic event happened, oh no, how is he suppose to sleep. He want to call Buck but after what he said, what is he suppose to do. He hears a knock at his back door, he opens it and lo and behold, it's not buck. Just kidding, it is. Cause I believe buck knows Eddie best, he knows when he needs to be there for him. So he comes in and have the awkward, are you okay? Are you good? Conversation. Dreaded conversation.

Oh about Tommy, let's be real, it was just a fling, just like his relationships before, he tries but it doesn't work out. Not how buck wants it anyways. He dates but it doesn't go as planned so by season 9 he is devastatingly single, hot, buff and buff as he can be 👀👀.

Anyways, they talked and hugged and Eddie is like about what I said... He stops cause he doesn't want to say he meant it in a bro way, cause let's be real WHO WOULD SAY THAT LOOKING SO LOVINGLY INTO SOMEONE'S EYES AND CHEEK CARESSING in a bro way, that's a little too much don't you think. He also doesn't want to admit it, not like he battled his feeling for months on end right?? He did, it was like and workout session non stop all day everyday for months, and when Bobby said what he said, he was taken aback and finally admitted it to himself.

But yeah, why admit right, anyways, they were hugging yeah, and Eddie almost blurted out don't think about it. But Buck cuts him off, about what you said, looks at him in the eye with THE SAME SAME LOVING EYES. (GOOD GOD I'M HAVING A CARDIACT ARREST, HELP ME, CPR ME STAT) and he says, I Love You Too Eddie, and holds Eddie's face. he kisses Eddie, ever so tenderly and lovingly cause let's be real, Eddie is lovely and amazing. He deserves the world and the world is Evan Buckley.

Eddie's in awe, cause excuse me?? What Am I suppose to do?? And Bucks jokingly says, also I'm saying that not in the bro way and chuckles, oh uh, we woo, Eddie is in love again oh noooooo.

And there in the kitchen looking at each other, near the sink and Chris walks in cause he is thirsty, it's almost like 2 am. He sees buck, buckk what are you doing here this late. And buck is like, ouh you know just talking to your dad, saying it so playfully and Eddie just looking at him eyes wide. And Chris walks out after talking a little with buck, and buck jokes do you think he saw and heard? And Eddie is like idk buck you think (Chris didn't btw, thank god cause honestly Eddie isn't ready for that, cause he's not out of the glass closet just yet). And that happens in the middle of the season. The rest of the season is just the secretly dating, and hanging out, they think that they are being slick, but people are noticing, Bobby, whew, he knows, cause he knows buck and Eddie, and they are weird, together this time. It's like they are lingering stares at each other and yearning stares at each other instead of, just one of them. It's kinda stuffy and god weird. Cause he's not use to it, secrets between them. Chim and Hen? They notice but it's more towards they kinda touchy aren't they (this is mostly Hen, cause Chim usually minds his own business) and then hen says, they look at each other a little too oggly eyes. And Chim notices, of course he tells maddie, and they discuss together, at dinner, family dinner with Karen and Hen. And they do a bet, Karen and chim bets against them, and maddie and hen bets that they are dating cause look at the facts right, oggly eyes, touchy, whispering, flirting?! I mean maddie points out, Buck probably has a crush oh Eddie since he met him.

So they observes but nothing conclusive. They try to pit Eddie and Buck, trying to figure out, which annoyed, the now back appointed captain Nash, yeah Gérard is gone, dusted, maybe died, heart attack cause the man's a dinosaur, they probs said something and he just gag, drop dead and dies, there was an investigation, but concluded he died of an heart attack yada2 sad episode. Done and dusted, got some power struggle with new appointed captain, but alas Bobby still got it back cause we love Bobby. They are family (In real life that'd be toxic)

Bobby got to know about the bet and joins, which of course he joins team Maddie and He, cause he notices more than them, cause he is the Bobby Nash, all seeing eyes for the group I'd say.

For the rest of the day, they are all figuring out are they dating or not, looking for signs, they are a little weird about it especially Hen and Chimney, cause why not, they are The Chaotic duo. They are asking interrogating Eddie while buck is away, Ravi's there and he is confuse, why are they so into his dating life, and God he almost blurted out something, but was cut off by Bobby cause trying not to lose the bet aight.

The whole episode is just them investigating and interrogating, it's stupid, chaotic and funny cause it's them, it's the 118 clique lmao.

Anyways, at the end of the episode, Ravi asks Bobby what that was all about, are you guys trying to figure who's he dating?, isn't it Buck, I saw them on a date the other day and kissing in the car was not stalking, was just there with friends. Bobby just looks at him and smile. They were on a date, at this point he wasn't thinking about the bet (okay maybe he was a little bit), he was just happy for them, finding joy in each other is so comforting and amazing, they both deserved it. He tells Ravi about the bet and ask him if he's joining. Of course Ravi does, Bobby says he'll split with him.

Anyways, I personally not sure how they find out, but they do. Okay maybe, they all hang out with each other after theit shift, and Eddie and Buck goes, hey we have something we need to tell you guys. And the announce it, they say, we are dating, together, been a while, almost 8 months now. And everybody looks at each other, cause remember the bet? Yeah, anyways. They all go from silent to omg, that's great!! Finally!! Omg. Congratulations was in order. They toast and everything, and then at the back Karen and Chim grimace cause they lost. And Maddie, Bobby and Hen won (and Ravi, but nobody knowss, he knows).

They ask Eddie, does Chris know? He doesn't, honesty they don't know how to say it to him, they don't want him to panic and get mad cause let's be real, a lot of Eddie's relationship ends, badly and everyone leaves, and Chris does not want that for Buck, buck can't leave, he promised him.

Anyways, they say the plan is to tell everyone in stages, first the 118 cause they don't think they can hide it, then close friends, then family, cause... Well families are a complicated bunch right, as well as Eddie's religious guilt. Anyways, its the second last episode, they are in the kitchen, cause why not, this is after they told Carla about their relationship cause Carla is like a family and close friend.

They are near the sink again, oh no, it's the sink and Buck has pinned Eddie near the sink, curse bucks height. They are kissing, just a little bit feverishly, cause Chris is in the house, they kinda forgot and Chris walks in on them, his glass falls to the ground and they look at him a little horrified. Cause not the best way to tell your child about your relationship. Chris dashes into his room. He is confuse, buck is his dad dearest friend, and they are kissing, he's not appalled to two men kissing, he's just a teenager trying to figure out what's going on. The last time it happened he thought his mom reappeared from the dead. And he's confuse again and angry cause he's confused. It's a whole thing, cause he is a teenager.

He starts to throw things in his room cause he is confused and angry and don't know where to put his feelings cause he is a teenager. Buck is calming Eddie down cause he's panicking, not again Eddie thought, he's going to leave me again. Then they hear scream and crashing, they quickly go to Chris's room it's locked, they bust it open and they Chris banging on his stuff angry. Eddie's heart is breaking because he can see himself in Chris and he doesn't want that. Like father like son, such loving and suffering.

Buck grabs Chris and hugs him and begs him to stop, seeing this Eddie goes to him and ask Chris to look at him and calm down, calm down Chris. Look at me please. You're okay, you're safe and Chris starts wailing and they both hugged him for the rest of the night.

The next day buck makes breakfast for them and talks to Eddie about what happened, he apologised, if he was more careful we could've avoided it. And Eddie says, no, we couldn't it's as much as you fault as it is mine. I mean we did predict this would happen right? God. It's so complicated. So buck suggested that they don't see each other for a little bit, we'll see each other at work, but i think Chris needs some time to process.

That's what they exactly do. Cause they love Chris. They meet each other outside, but it's not the same, they are worried. The last episode of season 9, Chris says to his dad, I want to see buck, can I go and meet buck. And Eddie says yes, of course you can buddy. When do you want to go? Can I see him tonight? Alone. Eddie looks at Chris, worried, but if that's what he wants then it's fine, it's buck, Chris loves buck. So of course it's fine. Okay, I'll call buck and tell him. You don't need to, I already called him. And silence. Okay Eddie says. He's hoping and praying to a God he knows is there that nothings going to happen.

Chris is at Bucks apartment, Carla sent him there cause Eddie took the shift that buck was suppose to be on. It's a little awkward, but this is Buck, he tries his best to make sure that Chris is having fun. Buck tries to get him to play a new game he knows Chris would like, they are sitting in bucks sofa that his mom bought for him. Buck, do you love my dad? Of course I do Chris, does my dad live you the same? Of course he does. Are you sure? Buck, i don't want you to leave. Ah, there it is. Buck puts down the game and looks at Chris. Chris, I promise you I wouldn't leave you okay. Even when you don't like my dad anymore, or when my dad doesn't like you anymore?

I won't Chris, even if we fight, I won't leave you, cause you're important to me too Chris, no matter what.

That's a promise?

Yes that is. Buck held his pinky out and intertwined it with Chris.

Now you can't leave me buck if you do, I'm going to have to keep you in a basement.

Oh you will? Yes I will. Okay okay, you can but you have to beat me first.

And they play game for the rest of the night and talked.

The next day before bed, Chris goes to his dad's room.

Dad, can we talk?

Sure buddy, what is it.

Eddie looks at Chris he sat on his bed. And he gestures to his dad to come and sit with him.

I wanted to apologised for how I reacted to you and Buck the other day.

Eddie's heart swell cause what is he apologising for.

No, no it's, okay, it wasn't your fault. We shouldn't have sprang that up on you so suddenly.

Yeah, i was kinda weirded out that you were kissing.

Two men kissing? You were weirded by that?

No dad! You and Buck! It wasn't disgusting, it was just... Well weird, cause you guys never done that before and you suddenly did. And... I didn't want him to leave... Like the others did.

Eddie heart sank, god what has he done to his boy.

( I personally don't know how to have this conversation cause I'm from a family where we don't talk about feelings)

He apologised and hugged him. And they hugged each other for some time.

He can come back to the house again by the way, I miss having him around.

If you want it, sure.

Love you dad.

Love you too, Chris.

Now that's that out of the picture, Chris knows, they are all good right? Rightttttt. Nahh, now Eddie needs to think how to come out to his religious family, which I honestly don't have any idea, but it'll probably be whoppeee doo lotsa stuff thrown around, maybe we'll finally meet Eddie's sisters and one of his sisters is like yeah, i knew you were queer cause of some thing that happened one time. But his parents and abuela?? Tia pepa?? Prob will take time. That's season 10 Eddie's problem honestly, not mine, at least he is with the love of his life weehooo have a great day everyone. That's the end of the rant.

[dinogoose]

all of this silence and patience, (pining and desperately waiting)

“What? What ‘flirting’?” Eddie raises a disbelieving eyebrow, “She was not flirting with me, she was just being nice!” Buck exclaims.

Eddie rolls his eyes.

“Oh Buck, you’re so strong, Oh Buck, you’re so funny, Oh Buck, how did you get your brownies to be so moist?” Eddie mocks, eyelashes fluttering, his voice exaggeratedly high.

(or, eddie gets jealous at a middle school bake sale.)

Eddie is currently in Christopher's middle school, glaring at a woman he vaguely recognizes as she places her hand on top of Buck’s bicep, laughing at something he says.

The school was hosting a PTA bake sale to raise money for various expenses, and Eddie had begged Buck not to make him go alone.

Buck agreed easily, loving any excuse to bake. He enlisted Christopher’s help so they spent an entire day making an absurd amount of baked goods.

And now all of those series of events had led him here, watching some woman flirt with Buck. The longer he stares the more he realizes he already knows this woman, she’s the mom of one of Chris’ friends, and clearly someone Buck has previously met.

That thought annoys him way more than it should.

Before he even registers what he’s doing, he’s making his way across the cafeteria, over to where Buck is. Once he reaches them, Buck acknowledges him by bumping their shoulders together but he never pauses his conversation.

Buck’s animatedly talking with her about his ‘signature’ brownie recipe. (He one-hundred percent stole the recipe off of Bobby.)

“You have to melt the butter to the correct temp, if not I’ve found that they aren’t as fluffy, you know?” The flirty soccer mom nods along, completely charmed with the human embodiment of sunshine, Evan Buckley.

“Mine always turn out so flat, I can never seem to find a good recipe but my god, yours are just delectable Buck! You have to give me your recipe!” She said, a flirtatious smirk on her lips. One that the blonde seems to completely miss.

“There are a few good ones online-“ She then turns to Eddie, a curious tilt to her head as she tries to figure out who he is. Buck cuts himself off,

“Wow, how rude of me, this is my- Eddie. Eddie Diaz. This is Eddie Diaz, Christopher’s father. Eddie, this is Cynthia, she’s Abigail’s mom.” Buck says flushing bright red and Eddie revels in it.

Eddie steps forward to shake her hand like the gentleman he is, “Yes, it’s wonderful to meet you Cynthia, I’m his partner, Eddie.”

As he finishes saying that he shoots Buck a shameless grin, feeling extremely proud of himself.

Buck frowns at him and avoids eye contact, his blush spreading deliciously up his neck.

“Oh! Well, you two certainly do make a beautiful couple.” She comments, visibly leering at both of them. Eddie just smiles at her, happy she now won’t flirt with Buck. The younger man shoots him another confused look but dives back into conversation with her.

—

As the night comes to a close, Eddie finds himself being forcefully dragged out into the parking lot by Buck.

“Hey, if you wanted to leave all you had to do was ask.” He snarks, Buck gives him a deadpan look that shuts him up.

“Everyone thinks we’re married,” Buck states. His tone is strange, almost monotone, which is making Eddie sweat a little.

“Oh. Huh. Okay… why?” He asks very eloquently, totally not choking on his spit.

Buck huffs, tugging at his beautiful curly hair.

“Why? Maybe because you told Cynthia we were partners!”

“We are partners!” Eddie exclaims.

“Yeah, at work!” Buck retorts right back, stepping into Eddie’s space. The reminder stings a little. (It burns so badly Eddie is wondering if he’s having a heart attack and idly wonders if he should pop a baby aspirin.)

He takes a step back, huffing, “Well sorry! I thought that you may have wanted saving from her relentless flirting!”

“What? What ‘flirting’?” Eddie raises a disbelieving eyebrow, “She was not flirting with me, she was just being nice!” Buck exclaims.

Eddie rolls his eyes.

“Oh Buck, you’re so strong, Oh Buck, you’re so funny, Oh Buck, how did you get your brownies to be so moist?” Eddie mocks, eyelashes fluttering, his voice exaggeratedly high.

Buck shoves him laughing, “You’re the worst, she didn’t say any of that, and she most definitely did not say moist.” Buck then appraises him for a moment, “You wanna know what I think?”

“What?” Eddie grumbles, knowing he likely does not want to know what Buck thinks.

“I think…” He draws out, “Somebody is jealous.”

Eddie can feel the tips of his ears go hot as he sputters, “I am not jealous. What would I even be jealous of?” He attempts to play off, failing miserably.

Obviously, he’s jealous that a beautiful single mom had captured Buck’s attention (He’d like to be the only single parent Buck has his eyes on, thank you very much). So yeah, he may have played up the whole partner thing. And yes he may now be continuing to be petty towards a woman who hasn’t actually done anything wrong.

Later he’ll feel guilty for all the bitchiness he’s felt towards this woman, but for now, he’s going to stare daggers at Buck in a middle school parking lot.

“Let’s go home.” Eddie mutters, eyes dropping from Buck’s face as he digs around in his pockets for his keys. He’s done with this conversation, he’s done with this bake sale, and he’s entirely done speaking about Cynthia.

“Eddie,” Buck calls, sounding much closer than before. Eddie ignores him, Buck tries again, “Eddie, Eds,” Begrudgingly he raises his head, meeting Buck’s gaze.

“I was not interested in Cynthia.” He states simply, although his stare is imploring, almost as though he’s trying to convey a deeper meaning to Eddie. One the older man isn’t grasping.

“Why not? She’s beautiful and nice and loves your brownies.” He spits out, bitterly. Buck just shakes his head, a fond look on his face as he chuckles a bit.

“I’m not interested in her because I’m interested in you.”

Eddie blinks at him owlishly, trying to comprehend that.

“You- what- me? Huh?” He nearly points at himself to emphasize the ‘me?’ point but doesn’t want to look like a complete idiot. Buck shakes his head, a fond-sounding sigh escaping his mouth.

“Eddie, you cannot be serious. Obviously, I’m in love with you, come on, you know me. Think about it.”

So he does. Eddie thinks over their entire friendship, every big moment, every tiny one. Every family outing and dinner. Each time they’d go home together.

The well, the shooting, the will, god- the lighting strike. Every major event that changed their lives, they experienced and got through them together.

Everything adds up and points to one thing.

They love each other.

“Wow.”

“Right?” Buck agrees, knowing Eddie has finally seen it. He takes another step into Eddie’s space until they’re standing so close they’re nearly chest-to-chest.

“Wow.” He repeats, feeling as though anything else he says will be inadequate. He looks up to Buck, brushing their noses together when he does.

Buck’s gorgeous blue eyes are shining in the glow of a nearby streetlamp. He’s smiling bright and wide, waiting for Eddie.

Eddie goes.

He places one hand on Buck’s shoulder to steady himself, and the other goes to hold Buck’s face. He tips him down just slightly, allowing their lips to finally meet.

Buck eagerly accepts the kiss and deepens it, a small groan escaping his throat.

They continue to kiss until Buck pushes back a little.

“God-,” he says panting, “Don’t get me wrong I’d love to keep going, but we are in a school parking lot, so not entirely ideal. And I'm pretty sure a woman is watching us from her car right now.”

Eddie tips his head back laughing, before grabbing Buck’s hand.

“Let’s go home then.”

Buck nods, “Yeah. Let’s go home.”

(jealous eddie diaz my beloved. hope you enjoyed this! thank you for all the support, and for reading. I’ll see you soon.)