#i cried when they mentioned Chris‘ death

[thats-h0w-th3-light-g3ts-in]

Rainy Day Occupation

[writing-fanics]

Hi 🥺 I had a dream that I really want into a fic but I’m so ass at writing but the dream was basically Josh and Y/N are a couple through the death of the sisters and when they go back the next year Y/N is pregnant and trying to tell Josh but half way through his prank he finds out (I don’t remember how) and ta-da I wake up!

If you’re not comfortable writing this it’s ok! Just ignore my ask :) ❤️

[note: omg! We had the same dream!]

Josh Washington x F!Reader

A/n; no use of y/n

Warning: mentions of pregnancy: slight angst: fear for life

You nervously stared at the positive pregnancy test while sitting on Josh’s bed in the lodge, tapping your foot against the floor and biting down on your lower lip. Unsure of how you are going to tell Josh the news. You weren't that far along not even showing yet, but you were pregnant. Three weeks in fact.

The sound of footsteps coming up the steps made you shove the pregnancy test into your pocket, acting as if nothing was happening. You looked up, seeing your boyfriend Josh walking into the room to sit beside you. “What’re you doing up here all by yourself?” asked Josh, as sat down beside you.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing, that doesn’t sound very fun” he said.

He moves closer, putting an arm around your shoulder. "I was thinking we should heat up some of those frozen pizzas you brought," he says, rubbing your arm.

“Throw ourselves a little party, " he says, placing his hand on your thigh. You turn to look at him and smile, seeing the smirk on his face. After that, " he leaned closer, closing the gap between you. You gasped quietly, feeling his lips against yours.

"Mm, you've got the whole night planned out don't you?" You asked, looking at him. He put an arm around your waist, keeping you from laying down on the bed. "You could say that." He grinned, planting another kiss on your lips.

"Why?"

"Are you pregnant?" he asked, You froze and bit your lip. “Ahh.” you said nervously. “Im just joking with you.” he said, kissing you on the lips.

"I would love to start a family with you," he said, holding your hand and gently rubbing it with his thumb. You smiled as you looked at him.

“I can see a little you or little me running around,” He said smiling at the thought.

Your heart skipped a beat hearing his words, “Josh, I-I’m-” but you were interrupted, by a knock at the doorway. You two turned around and saw Sam standing there, “Am I interrupting something?” asked Sam, and you pulled away and shook your head.

“N-No, we were only talking.” You said. She looks at you not convinced for a moment then turns towards Josh, “Hey Josh. No hot water's kinda major oversight doncha think...?” asked Sam, looking at him and her.

“Yeah yeah, just gotta fire up the boiler. It's in the basement.” said Josh, as he he then returned his gaze back to you.

He planted a kiss on your lips. "Let's finish this when I get back, okay?" he said as he pulled away. He went with Sam downstairs to the basement to turn on the boiler, leaving you all alone.

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You sat there on the bed staring at the pregnancy test, and then your stomach grumbled. You pouted, frozen pizza sounded really good right now. Placing the pregnancy test on the night stand, you got up and made your way downstairs.

As you made your way downstairs you noticed Chris and Ashley, talking by the kitchen door. “Whats going on, where’s Josh?” You asked, looking down at them.

As if on cue you heard Josh’s screams coming from the kitchen, as the door rattled. “Josh!” You cried out, rushing down the stairs.

Trying to open the door hearing his screams, but the door wouldn’t budge. “Come on!” You groaned.

“Josh!” Ashely called out, and as she touched the door she was pulled inside. The door slamming behind her, ���Ash! Josh!” You and Chris called out fearfully, as you tried to get the door open. Once the door opened you and Chris were met face to face, with a psychopath wearing a mask. Before you could do anything, the psycho had punched Chris in the face knocking him unconscious.

Leaving only you.

Your eyes widened as you backed away, turning to run. You didn’t get far the psychopath pulling you back wrapping his arms around you and placing a cloth over your nose.

Your vision blurred as you struggled against his strong grasp, feeling the rough texture of the cloth covering your mouth as you desperately tried to pull it off. Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your surroundings as you fought to stay conscious.

You whimpered in fear and desperation, your body growing weaker as you struggled against his overpowering hold. Finally, your strength failed, and your body went limp in his arms.

He shifted your body placing an arm underneath your thighs and another, on your back. Carrying you bridal style. Walking up the stairs quietly, he entered his room. Placing you on the bed carefully.

He knelt down and brushed his fingers against your cheeks, causing you to shift. He was about to get up and leave to begin the next phase of his prank, but something on the nightstand caught his eye.

Picking up the plastic link that stuck his arms to his side, he looked back and forth between you and the positive pregnancy test. Why didn't you tell him? Were you nervous? Scared? Worried he'd be angry at you?

He could never be upset with you for being pregnant. He wanted to wake you up and twirl you around in his arms. But he was in too deep; he couldn't stop now, could he?

[a/n: sorry for the wait with this one also the abrupt ending. Josh basically didn’t mean for u to be there the same time Chris and Ashley were]

[worldlxvlys]

ok hi hi hi i posted this but then i thought of dealer chris and came here but a smut w dealer chris based off the olivia rodrigo unreleased, i also realised as i was writing this that i can’t put vids here but it on my acc and i think if anyone can execute it well it’s you:))

prison for life

dwb! chris x reader

warnings: smut, p in v, cream pie, unprotected sex, mentions of blood, implied violence, death threats, cursing

a/n: i’m sorry this literally took ages to get to, i honestly wasn’t really sure how to go about it

hopefully you like it 🫶🏾

based on this

for @bethsturn <333

chris and i had been laying on my bed peacefully when i got a call.

INCOMING CALL: JAKE

ACCEPT? DECLINE?

“fuck” i said as i read the name.

“what’s wrong?” chris asked.

“you remember jake?”

“yeah, the psycho that laced your weed? kinda hard to forget”

“he’s calling” i said as i flashed the phone in his direction. “i’m just gonna let it ring” i spoke as i placed it down in between the two of us.

we watched as it went to voicemail, and waited to listen to his message.

(1) MISSED CALL FROM: JAKE

VOICE MESSAGE 1:15

OPEN?

we played the voicemail on speaker, listening together.

“what the fuck is wrong with this dude” chris spoke, his brows furrowing.

“i don’t know but this dude is all bark and no bite, i doubt he’s gonna do anything”

“you sure, ma?”

“i’m positive, i’m more worried about the fine ass man in front of me” i smiled at him as i crawled closer to him.

“yeah?” he smirked.

“mmhmm” i said as he pulled me onto his lap.

“nobody fucks me like you, baby. nobody makes me feel the way you do” i whispered as i cupped his cheek.

“oh trust me, i know” he spoke before crashing his lips on mine.

my lack of pants, due to it just being us here, seemed to please chris as his hands kneaded my ass.

i pulled my lips from his, gently biting it, making him groan.

“chris, i need you” i spoke as i felt the wetness between my legs.

“you got it, princess” he spoke, flipping us over, putting himself on top.

my elbow landed on my phone screen, making me push it off of my bed and onto the carpeted floor.

i pulled my shirt off as he kicked off his pants, revealing his hard cock straining against his boxers.

i reached forward, helping him pull his boxers off.

“ready?” he asked as he stroked himself a few times. i nodded my head in response.

he gently guided his dick into my entrance, pushing himself in.

my walls hugged and squeezed him, welcoming his veiny cock as he bottomed out.

“shit, chris. you’re so big” i moaned.

“look at that pretty, tight pussy. just for me” he groaned.

i nodded my head, silently giving him permission to move.

his thrusts started off slow and deep, and his hips started to move faster as he gained momentum.

“fuckkkk, chris! so, so good!” my moans started to increase in volume and my hands reached out for something to hold onto.

he swiftly moved his hands to mine, interlacing them as he continued to pound me into the bed.

“yes, yes, yes, chris! god, that feels so fucking good” i cried out.

his hips slowed slightly, just enough for me to notice, “you want me to stop?” he taunted me.

“no, no, no, don’t stop! please don’t- OH FUCK!” he suddenly moved faster than he had before.

his sharp thrusts pushed me farther and farther up the bed and my moans became wails.

he pushed my legs to my chest, hitting every sweet spot with the new angle.

“god, you take me so fucking well ma” he leaned down slighly, spitting onto my pussy.

he brought his thumb to my clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves feverishly.

“chris! chris! i’m cumming!” i yelled as i felt the coil in my stomach snap.

my body tensed as my orgasm crashed through me.

“so good for me, ma. fuck, gonna cum inside of that pretty little pussy” he moaned as he finished inside of me.

he thrusted a few more times, working us through our highs before gently pulling out.

we both took a few seconds to catch our breath, laying in silence.

i looked around confused as i heard a very low voice.

i moved to the edge of the bed, looking around when i realized where the sound was coming from.

i picked up my phone, which had been face down on the floor.

to my horror, i discovered that it was in a call with jake.

fuck.

i brought the phone to the middle of the bed and pressed the speaker button, immediately being met with strings of curses and yelling.

“- GONNA KILL THIS MOTHERFUCKER. HE’S FUCKING MY GIRL. WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT? I CA-“ i quickly turned it off of speaker and muted the microphone.

i stared at chris with wide eyes, meeting his amused expression.

“how the fuck did i manage to butt-dial him?” i whisper-shouted to chris.

“i don’t know, but he doesn’t sound too happy”

i looked at him in disbelief.

“how long has he been listening?” chris asked.

i looked down at my phone, checking to see how long the call had been running.

30 minutes

“30 MINUTES? WHY THE HELL DIDN’T HE HANG UP?” i yelled.

“his weird ass was probably getting off to it or something”

i quickly unmuted the mic and turned the phone to speaker again, needing to put an end to this.

“JAKE” i yelled, shutting him up.

i’m a feminist obviously

but i wouldn’t really mind him saving me

“you.” he spoke with venom. “i’m going to fucking murder your ungrateful little bitch ass” i blinked at the phone in shock.

chris immediately spoke up, comfortingly rubbing my shoulder.

“hey, you’re done talking to her. if you have something to say, you can say it to me” he said.

and i know that i’m fine without a man

but i wouldn’t really mind his protection

“aw, how sweet. you gonna protect her? listen here, you little bitch. i have your address, sleep with one eye-“ chris cut him off.

“hey dickhead, i don’t know what about this you aren’t comprehending, but i’ll say it slower for you.” he slowed down his words, “do not talk to her, talk to me”

“i don’t appreciate being spoken to like a toddler or being cheated on. i-“ chris stopped him again, “listen man, you need to get professional help. she’s not with you, alright? you need to leave her the fuck alone”

there was a pause. “i’ll see you later, princess” jake spoke before hanging up.

i looked at chris with wide eyes, becoming nervous.

“hey, i got you ma. i’m not letting anything happen to you, you know that right?” he asked me, searching my eyes for any sign of doubt.

i nodded my head, “yeah, i just don’t want to feel unsafe in my own home”

i’m just being honest can’t change what i like

i’ll never forget it, he told me one night

he got up, starting to get dressed.

“chris? where are you going?”

“i’m gonna go find him”

“wait, what? chris, how could you possibly do that?”

“don’t worry about it, i’m gonna handle it alright?” he cupped my cheek, running his thumb along my cheek.

“chris” i whispered, becoming worried.

“hey, your safety is my top priority, ok? i’ll be fine ma”

“ok” i whispered, giving him a peck on the cheek.

with that, he left.

“if anybody hurts you..

a few hours had gone by without any word from chris.

upon hearing rapid knocking at my front door, i quickly got up to open it.

when i did, i was met with chris, covered in blood.

“chris? what the hell happened?” i asked, pulling him inside.

“i handled it.”

…i’m going to prison for life”

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yup, kinda ate that

dwb! chris masterlist

main masterlist

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[srslyscary]

The Final Breath

contents/warnings: SFW , reader is written as she/her, major angst, mentions of illness, mentions of death, bang chan is named his birth name in the narrative, lowercase intended

including: bang chan x reader

note: I CRIED WRITING THIS. why I got the inspiration to make something hand written? i have no clue. I thought I should start writing more often. seriously had to stop writing this just to cry for one second. this may or may not be ooc (just a slither) because i have problems writing personalities of people I don’t know in person.. please enjoy!

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chris wiped the sweat from his brow as the final beats of the song faded. practice had been intense, as always, but his mind was elsewhere. his bandmates, felix, hyunjin, and the others, were still catching their breath when chris glanced at the clock.

"hey, guys, I need to head out early today," he said, grabbing his bag.

felix raised an eyebrow. "again? you’ve been leaving early a lot lately. everything okay?"

chris forced a smile. "yeah, everything's fine. just some personal stuff I need to take care of."

the others exchanged puzzled glances but didn’t press him further. they had their suspicions—but ultimately thought he was going home to his girlfriend, whom they were all very aquantined with. little did they know, his destination was far more somber.

chris’s heart ached as he drove to the hospital. YN, his girlfriend, was battling a brain tumor, and the prognosis was grim. the visits had become a daily ritual, a blend of love, fear, and a desperate hope for a miracle.

he entered her hospital room, greeted by the sterile scent of antiseptic and the soft beep of monitors. YN's face lit up when she saw him, her smile weak but genuine.

"hey channie!" she whispered, her voice fragile.

"hey, beautiful," he replied, sitting beside her and taking her hand. "how are you feeling today?"

she shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "same as always. but seeing you makes everything better." she laughed, nearly cringing at herself. “I bet it does.”

they spent the next few hours talking, laughing, and simply being together. chris recounted funny stories from practice, doing his best to lift her spirits. they watched videos on his phone, and he played her snippets of new songs he was working on. for those precious moments, the world outside the hospital room faded away. nothing else mattered to them but the time they spent together.

as the days passed, YN's condition slowly worsened. chris continued to visit daily, his dedication unwavering. the hospital staff began to recognize him, greeting him with sad smiles as he made his way to her room.

one evening, chris arrived to find YN's family gathered around her bed, their faces etched with worry. her mother stood up, giving chris a small, grateful nod.

"thank you for coming, christopher. she talks about you all the time," her mother said, her voice trembling. “I’m sorry we have to meet under these circumstances..”

chris nodded, his throat tight. “It’s fine, really.” he approached YN, who was asleep, her face pale and drawn. he sat beside her, holding her hand and whispering softly. "I’m here, YN. I won’t leave you."

when she woke, she smiled weakly at him. "channie, you’re here."

"of course, I am," he replied, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I always will be."

as the night wore on, chris and YN talked about their future—one filled with dreams they both knew might never come true. they spoke of travels, adventures, and the life they had planned together. it was a bittersweet conversation, filled with love and an unspoken understanding of the reality they faced. “hey.. do you think.. I’ll be able to see outside again?”

“of course you will. i have no doubt about that, beautiful.”

the next day, chris convinced YN's doctors to let her leave the hospital for a few hours. he wanted to give her a change of scenery, a taste of the usual through the chaos of her illness. “let’s set you in, first time in a wheelchair huh?”

she laughed only slightly, being carried and put into the wheelchair. “yeah, it feels really funny.” and with that chris began to take her outside the hospital, talking a small stroll to the nearest park. he pushed her wheelchair along the winding paths, the spring air fresh and invigorating. YN marveled at the blooming flowers, the chirping birds, and the children playing nearby. It was a simple outing, but it meant the world to her.

"thank you for this, my love." she said, her eyes shining with gratitude. "I needed it more than you know."

chris smiled, though his heart ached. "anything for you, sweetheart. always."

they sat on a bench, watching the world go by. for a few precious hours, they were just another couple, enjoying a day at the park. but as the sun began to set, reality intruded once more.

YN's condition took a drastic turn for the worse. she was confined to her bed, her strength fading rapidly. chris continued his visits, each one more heart-wrenching than the last. he spent every moment he could with her, knowing their time was running out.

then the day finally came, that day both of them never dreamed of happening. as he sat by her bed, YN's breathing became labored. chris held her hand tightly, his heart pounding with fear and sorrow.

"baby.." she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'm scared..”

chris leaned closer, his eyes filled with tears. he wanted to keep strong for her, for the one he loved, even through this hard time. "I know, YN. but I'm here. you’re not alone. and you’ll never be alone.”

she looked at him, her gaze filled with love and pain. "promise me... you won’t forget me. live your life, be happy."

chris swallowed hard, his voice choked with emotion. "I promise, YN. i’ll never forget you. you mean everything to me. i’ll love you till the end of time.”

“then promise me one more thing.. please swear you’ll keep this promise.”

“Anything beautiful— what is it?”

“just promise me.. that if you’re not happy, that you’ll find happiness with someone else.” she said, her lips shaking slightly and her eyes barely could keep open.

“no.. no i can’t promise that. i’ll love you and only you. i can’t possibly—“ “chris please.. please don’t do this. just promise me.” YN began to tear up, looking at him.

“…i promise. but.. you’ll make it out of here just fine.. don’t say that.”

she smiled, running her thumb against his hand. “thank you for everything, my love.” and with a final, shaky breath, YN closed her eyes, her grip on his hand loosening. chris felt his world shatter as she slipped away, the silence in the room deafening.

“hey.. hey sweetheart- get up..!” he held her face, kissing her cheeks and tapping her arms slightly. “please.. don’t— don’t close your eyes.. don’t go..!”

but it was too late, she was already gone. chris quickly got up and tapped the call button, screaming for the nurses.

the days following YN’s passing were a blur for chris. he attended the funeral, supported her grieving family, and tried to make sense of a world without her. his bandmates, finally aware of the truth, rallied around him, offering their support and understanding.

chris threw himself into his work, trying to drown the pain with music and dance. But no matter how busy he kept himself, the void YN left behind was inescapable. he found himself visiting her grave regularly, bringing her favorite flowers and sitting in silence, lost in memories.

every night, for two years straight, Chris called YN’s phone. each time, he left a message, his voice filled with longing and sorrow. "hey, YN. It’s me, channie. I miss you so much. it’s hard.. knowing you’re really gone. i wish I could just wake up and come straight to your apartment to see you each morning, like usual. i wish I could take you out on dates at your favorite places, like usual. i want to be angry for you leaving me.. but I know I shouldn’t. i know I should think better about this. it’s just so.. hard. i love you so so much.”

the calling became his way of coping, a connection to the girl he loved and lost. he gained hope for the shortest moment everytime he heard the call go straight to voicemail, the last thing he had left to really remember what you sounded like. “Hi this is YN! Sorry i couldn’t answer the phone. I’ll get to you as soon as i can! Leave a message!”. even as the number eventually became invalid, chris continued to dial, his heart refusing to let go. each call was a reminder of the promises he made and the love they shared.

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it had been a year since YN’s passing, and chris found himself standing in front of her grave once more. the seasons had changed, the world had moved on, but his grief remained as fresh as the day she left.

his bandmates, who had become his rock, stood beside him, their presence a silent support. felix placed a hand on his shoulder. "we’re here for you, bro. always."

chris nodded, his eyes never leaving the gravestone. he sniffled, trying not to let tears fall. "thanks, guys… It means a lot."

he knelt down, placing a bouquet of YN’s favorite flowers on her grave. "Hey, YN. It’s me, channie. I miss you so much. It’s been a year, but it still feels like yesterday. i feel emotional everytime i come here, knowing I was just fine 3 hours ago. i don’t think you really know how much this affects me. im slowly getting better but.. it still hurts.”

as the sun set, casting long shadows across the cemetery, chris and his bandmates stood in silence, remembering YN and the love she had brought into his life.

through all, chris kept his promise to YN. he lived his life, pursued his dreams, and found moments of happiness. but he never forgot her. she remained a part of him, a cherished memory that guided him through the darkest times.

he found even more solace in his music, channeling his grief and love into his songs. His bandmates stood by him, understanding the depth of his loss and the strength it took to keep moving forward.

on the anniversary of YN’s passing each year, chris visited her grave, bringing her favorite flowers and sitting in silence. He spoke to her, sharing his life and achievements, as if she were still beside him.

and though the pain of losing her never fully faded, Chris found a way to honor her memory in everything he did. she had taught him the true meaning of love and loss, and that lesson became a cornerstone of his life.

in the quiet moments, when the world felt too heavy, chris would close his eyes and remember YN’s smile, her laughter, and the love they shared. and he would find the strength to keep going, knowing she was with him, always.

[l0vely-sturniolo]

LOSS

chris sturniolo x reader

TW(S): mentions of death, death of a family member, drunk driver

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i was hanging out at the triplets house, cuddled up with my boyfriend chris on the couch as we watched stranger things. we had been together for about 7 months now. i had moved to LA about a year ago, while my family was still in pennsylvania.

i always went home for a week every other month to see my family. i basically lived at the triplets house, but i still had my own apartment that i still was at some of the time. we were about halfway into the episode when my phone started ringing. "sorry," i said and got up, walking into the kitchen, it was my mom calling me.

"hello?" "honey.." it sounded like she was crying. "mom.. what's wrong?" "your father.. he got hit by a drunk driver on his way home from work last night.. we was rushed to the hospital and we've been here all day, but he didn't make it..." she started sobbing at the end of her sentence. i just froze in shock.

"i'll let you know when we have everything planned out for his funeral, please just don't stress yourself out about coming home immediately, im gonna stay with your grandmother for right now anyway.." she told me. i didn't respond, i was still just frozen, i couldn't move. i dropped my phone and it felt like i couldn't breathe.

"y/n?" someone called. "baby.. what's wrong?" i heard, and then i heard footsteps coming towards me. i didn't even realize i was crying until i saw chris in front of me, and he reached out and wiped my tears away. "my dad.. he.." i couldn't even finish my sentence, i broke out into sobs and fell into chris' chest.

"shh, shh, i got you, baby." he whispered into my ear. he held me as tightly as he could, rocking us back and forth. "he's gone," i cried into his chest. "i'm so sorry baby, i'm so sorry," he kept whispering, leaving little kisses on the top of my head. i finally moved my arms and wrapped them around chris, holding onto him tightly.

"i'm right here, i'm not going anywhere baby.." he whispered. after a few minutes my breathing was a little more under control, and my sobs had stopped, there were still just tears rolling down. i pulled away and looked at him, and i could see his heart break through his eyes.

"oh sweet girl..." he frowned at me. "what do you need? do you need anything?" he asked me. "i need you.." i mumbled and laid my head on his shoulder. "i'm right here," he reminded me. "can we go lay down?" i mumbled once again. "of course let's go.." he kissed my forehead and grabbed my hand. i looked over at matt and nick and they gave me sympathetic smiles.

he brought me downstairs to his room and he climbed into bed, immediately opening his arms for me to climb into. i got into bed and climbed up and laid right on top of him, and his arms immediately wrapped around me. "i can never talk to him again.." i whispered, tears threatening to spill again.

"i know princess.. i'm so sorry.." "it was a drunk driver, how stupid can you be!" i yelled, gripping at my hair. "hey hey, don't do that.." he said, grabbing my hand and holding it. "if you need to scream and yell, or cry, do it with me baby. hit me if you need to, scream at me, just don't hurt yourself.. you're already hurting enough right now," he told me, before kissing me.

we pulled away and i laid in the crook of his neck, holding his hand. "i love you chris, thank you," i mumbled. "i love you baby, i'm not going anywhere any time soon, im right here with you baby, i promise.." he whispered, kissing my forehead. we laid there in silence, with chris rubbing my back, before i eventually ended up falling asleep.

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@stayingstromboli @riowritesitall @reenasturniolo @matthewiscutie @thebigbadwolfahoooo @bellasturniolo08 @lovesmatt3456 @thecrawlys @chrisstvrns @heartlessturniolos @sleazy-1 @ghostlyplug @hoes4sturn @chrislilcumslvt @sturniololovesblog

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hanging Onto Humanity | Chris Hartley + Wendigo!Reader

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Note: This is a revision of an Until Dawn fic I wrote back in 2016 on DeviantArt. Felt like it could use some improvements and changes. The original is still on my page so if y'all wanna read my 16 year old-self's writing be my guest.

Anyways enjoy Wendigo!Reader encountering Chris while still retaining their humanity and him recognizing them in a moment of despair.

Spoilers for one of Ashley's deaths

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'It's not her. It's not her. It's not-'

Hannah's shrill scream overshadowed Ashley's own cries of shock as the wendigo sprung up from the trapdoor, having caught her completely off-guard.

Before the poor girl could react, her head was caught between two large hands that twisted her neck, a sickening and squeamish crack following suit. Her now lifeless body dropped to the floor, head landing beside it with a splat and her eyes losing whatever light remained in them.

Within the shadows of the mines, you could only watch in sadness as her corpse was dragged beneath the door, to where Hannah could feast on her newly-obtained prey without disruption.

Fortunately, she wasn't aware of your presence at the moment.

At least she granted Ashley a quick demise, but you wish it didn't have to come to this.

Because both of them used to be your friends..

Somehow, the wendigo's curse had all but corrupted your humane side. While the hunger was constantly present, and you could no longer speak like a normal person...you refused to kill any of the group members who returned to the lodge. Instead you've been observing them quietly, with none of them ever noticing.

You don't know why they came back to these mountains; this horrible place where Hannah and Beth met their fates that cold winter night.

Part of you recalls chasing after them through the blinding snow, only to become horribly lost and unable to find your way back. Not to mention something was stalking you, pushing you further into the surrounding woods. At the time you were certain it was a wolf, but now you knew it very much wasn't.

Then you remember nearly starving to death, eventually coming across the flesh of something--or rather someone. You didn't know who it belonged to, but you found yourself craving more and more until there was nothing but bones left.

Next thing you knew, you've become this horrible beast. A violent creature of the cold who only knew hunger, becoming acquainted with the ones who met similar fates in a mining incident ages ago.

But unlike them (and Hannah, who ended up being possessed by the dominant wendigo spirit), you tried to sustain your endless appetite through raw animal meat, opting to hunt the local deer. If you felt like eating a small snack, you'd find a squirrel or bird instead.

The curse didn't keep a strong hold on you, which is why you're able to lurk around your old group of friends with easy restraint, unwilling to hurt any of them.

They must have known you went missing, too, but obviously couldn't recognize you nor Hannah anymore. To them, you were just monsters who struck when they least expected it, moving at inhumane speeds and manipulating them in horrible ways to make them your prey.

One such example was Hannah imitating Jessica's voice, which Ashley unfortunately fell for. And now she was doing it again to lure somebody else.

Dropping down from the ceiling, you wandered over to the cellar to shut her up for good....when something soft brushed against your foot, making you look down in curiosity.

And you froze.

It was Ashley's red and pink beanie, stained in blood.

Fresh blood...human blood-

'No...I can't..' Hissing, you looked the other way, but your pale eyes eventually wandered back to the hat. The urge had passed, thank goodness, allowing you to crouch down and pick it up.

Aside from blood's stickiness, you could also feel its softness between your long claws, a hazy yet fond memory coming to the forefront of your mind:

A small birthday party, with you, Ashley, Chris, and the others hanging out at the lodge--where you gifted her this exact beanie.

She always whined about her ears getting cold, and after you shopped around the mall, you found it for her, seeing that it practically had her name written all over it. And sure enough, she loved it to death, wearing all the time during the cold season.

You'd never expect it to come back into your possession like this.

Now it was nothing more than something to remember her by, as she was gone forever.

'I'm sorry, Ash...' You clutched the beanie with remorse, wondering what to do next-

"I'm coming, hold on! I'm coming."

Hearing the voice of Chris, you dropped it out of instinct and darted back into the shadows, realizing he was the one unknowingly answering Hannah's call.

That's right.

You forgot all about him.

You had nowhere else to go, and you didn't want him getting the wrong idea, so you stayed as quiet as possible.

Through thermal vision, you saw his form limping into the small room, possibly looking for his friend--or rather his crush.

You faintly remember all the years you, Sam, and Josh spent teasing Chris over it, wondering when he'll finally grow a pair and ask Ashley out. The three of you were certain it'll come any day, but every time he tried going for it...he chickened out again and again.

Yet tonight's events seemed to have brought them closer together....as you could see the look of devastation that crossed the blond's face the moment he recognized the beanie on the ground.

A shaky gasp escaped him, further constraining your heart with guilt as he broke right there and then, kneeling down.

"O-Oh no..oh my god!" He began to sob, picking up the beanie with a trembling hand. "Oh my god, Ash!! No, no, this can't be real! This can't be real!!"

The flashlight accidentally slipped from his other hand, which rolled to reveal your hiding spot, and you instinctively hissed at the brightness that blinded you.

It was brief, but enough to expose your presence to Chris, who gawked in terror upon seeing you and grabbed the flashlight, keeping it on you as he scrambled to his feet. "Holy fuck--y-you....WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?!!" He screamed with such anger, tears streaking his face.

God, he wishes he still had that shotgun.

He thought he was a goner the moment he saw you, but strangely enough..you didn't immediately leap at him.

You didn't seem to be hungry for his flesh.

The only thing you did was....stare. And not with anticipation. You were just trying to figure out how to tell him that you didn't murder Ashley, even though it looks very obvious.

The longer he stared back at you, fear seizing all of his nerves, the more he began to recognize the clothes you had worn exactly one year prior, now stretched and tattered. Even that silly friendship bracelet you, Ashley, and him wore in freshman year was somehow still on your thin wrist.

'Wait, don't tell me that's....'

"[Y/n]...?" Chris muttered, eyes widening when you responded with a small chirp, giving him the confirmation that it was indeed you.

As if this night couldn't get any worse..he realized you too were subjected to the wendigo's curse. All along, you've been in this mountain, eating and killing to survive, but unlike the one that killed the stranger...you weren't trying to harm him in any way.

You still knew who he was.

You didn't see him as prey, but as your friend.

"Th-This is insane..you...after all this time you were here..?"

Nodding solemnly, you wish you could give him a hug, but you're sure he wouldn't want that. Not after what he's seen.

"You're not gonna eat me, right?" He cautiously asked. "I-I mean. If you're still..uh..you..there's no way you could have killed Ash.."

You shook your head, once again confirming he was correct. With a huff, you glanced at the bloody trail leading down into the cellar door, relieved that Hannah was quiet, but after hearing another choked sob come from Chris, you saw his knees give out.

The realization that he lost his three best friends in different ways hit him like a truck. "I-I'm so so sorry, [y/n]...it's...i-it's been a fucking nightmare. First..Josh lost his head and tricked me into thinking I murdered him, t-then Ashley's gone..and...and now you're a.....oh god! I'm so sorry...w-we...we tried to find you, I swear..."

You tried finding your voice, but all that came out was an odd scratchy sound, which did nothing to comfort the crying blond in front of you, torn by pain and exhaustion and betrayal.

This wasn't the kind of reunion you wanted.

It should have been in the lodge, surrounded by the fire's warmth and your closest friends..not in the bowels of these cold mines where you couldn't even console one who was grieving.

You don't know what Josh did to Chris, but it must have been bad enough to traumatize him-

"Chris!"

Blinking through tears, he snapped his head up, looking to the trapdoor. "A-Ashley? Is that you?!" His voice trembled.

"In here! Help!!" The voice cried out.

"You hear her?! She's alive!" Chris got up, but before he could take even a single step towards the cellar, you pounced on top of it. Least to say, he was bewildered by your actions. "Huh?! What are you doing?!"

'Saving you, idiot..' You thought, growling lowly. 'Of course Hannah would do this now...'

"[Y/n]. You need to move! She's trapped down there!" He tried getting closer, annoyed that you weren't budging. But as you snarled a second time, he flinched back in fear. "Th-That's not cool, dude.."

While you admired his initial bravery, he was quick to cower away as you just stared at him, unwilling to let him open the door and meet the same demise as her.

"I-I don't understand. She was literally JUST calling for help-!"

"Not her."

Chris went completely silent, his jaw dropping he heard you imitating his own voice, your mouth moving like a normal human being's. "Did...Did you just...?"

"Not her." You repeated firmly, hoping he'd finally get the hint.

"....s-so..wait, wait, wait.....you can mimic our voices now?!"

"Always have."

"...damn, that's...insane." He muttered, wondering why the stranger never mentioned that somewhat important detail. "But..that means...she's really gone."

You regrettably nodded, watching his shoulders slump. "I..I-I shouldn't have fallen behind. I should have stayed with her. I...I-I never even got to tell her...." But he stopped himself, looking at you with such defeat and hopelessness. "I don't know if I can do this anymore, [y/n]. How can I go on without-?"

"Live for her." You spoke in his voice once more.

While you hated using mimicry, it was the only way that whatever remained of your humanity could still get through to Chris--letting him know that despite all appearances..you weren't totally gone.

You wanted him to leave this cursed place alive.

Ashley would have wanted him to.

"S-Sounds like I'm giving myself a pep talk. But...alright." With a barely audible chuckle, Chris wiped at his tears, deciding to put the beanie in his pocket. "I'll live for her....and for you, too. Don't think I'll ever forget about you, pal. Thanks for saving my neck."

Although you couldn't smile, he could see your attempts to form one and was a bit amused.

As he started heading out of the small cavern to rejoin the group, you decided to follow him closely, certain that some other wendigo was waiting to pounce on him.

Fortunately, you didn't sense any nearby. They must have thought you were tracking him as your prey.

A lot of them were smart, but not even Hannah caught wind that you never intended to eat him or any of your friends.

Even though you failed to protect Ashley, and you couldn't let the others see you, you'll do your best to ensure they all lived to see the sun rise.

Especially Chris.

[kaciebello]

One egg as the other

Masterlist Chris Rodriguez x Hades! reader (platonic) Luke Castellan x Hades! reader (implied, mentioned) Summary: Chris visits one of his favorite campers, purely just to annoy them. Warning: Insults( nothing mean, just banter), no use of y/n, fem, sibling relationship written by an only child author note: Since someone said I should write more of them, hope I did you justice my guy. English is not my first language so I am sorry for any mistakes beforehand. Proofread by me and me only (Ｔ▽Ｔ) word count: 1,1k

Chris busts the door open, not even bothering to knock. Normally he would have, but he had seen Luke just seconds ago helping some kids with their swords. He knew there was no danger in the room. Expect the Hades girl, but she posed no real danger to him.

“WAKE UP!” He yelled and walked in like he owned the place. The girl, who was standing near her table, turned around and looked at him confused.

“It's noon, we've seen each other at breakfast.” She said, turning her whole body to him and leaning on the table. He takes long steps toward her. His remark is dead when he sees what is lying on the table. There, under a heating lamp, were half a dozen eggs.

“Aw did you lay all of those? I'm so proud of you.” He says and pats the girl on her shoulder. Making sure she knows she did a good job. She shrugs his hand off

“Choke.”

“I rather not.” He says leaning closer to the eggs. He sees some markings on them. Turning to her, with no words he just pointed to the eggs. She sighs and gets up, walking to her bed to look for something in her bag.

“Goose eggs, some aphrodite kids gave them to me as a thank you for giving them scar cream.” She says, setting the bag aside and walking to the door. Crish gave one last glance at the eggs before following her.

He walked downstairs and into the medic room where she was now making sure the bed was tidy. Fluffing up the pillows and straightening the blanket.

“So what's on the agenda today?” He asks and sneaks behind her. Narrowly avoiding her as she walked away to grab the clipboard.

“ I am supposed to find what medicine we're running low on and report to Chiron, you are supposed to be with Luke, and if I'm not mistaken you're not at archery practice.” She says turning to him, only to see the way lying on the bed she just made. She gave him a death stare and he just gave her a wide grin.

“I will cheat physics and slam you through the wall if you don't shut up.” She said. His smile did not drop as he sat on the bed.

“How do you know my schedule? Stalker much?” He says and slicks his hair back.

“I know Luke's schedule, considering you follow his like a lost puppy, i have a pretty good idea of yours.” Crash just huffs and crosses his arms over his chest. He would say some remark. He should say some remark, but sadly nothing was coming to his mind.

“I didn't know you and Luke were like that.” He says at the end. The girl just gives him a pointer look. Just as he was about to defend himself, it was like the Bloody Mary or Beetlejuice came to life themselves.

 In walks Luke, his stride unbroken, with a smile that could be seen from miles away. Seems like they have said his name too many times.

Cris goes unnoticed by him, as his only goal is the Hades girl. When he reaches her, he grabs her by the shoulders, tips her back, and delivers the nastiest kiss Cris has ever seen. When he flips them back up again, Luke his face to him. He mumbles something to the girl. Before she could tell him they were not alone, Chris acts.

“EEEEEEWWWW.” Luke's eyes snap to him and he goes instantly red. Chris makes gagging sounds, almost making it sound like he is physically sick. Luke looks so startled he just smiles at the girl before bolting out.

“Why do you always do this stuff around me!” Chris cries out. She just turns to him with a death glare again.

“Why are you always around when we do this stuff?”

“Nah because, ya down bad!”

“You're down bad for Clarrise!” She argues back. Chris gives her an offended look.

“Nuh-uh!”

“Yuh-uh!”

Their banter went back and forth. At some point, Percy showed up at the house but quickly turned around at the door when he heard them. 

“What do you even want here?” She asked, he had to be here for something. She very much believed that Luke would let him slack off of practice.

“Oh yeah! I was kinda stabbed.” He says, turning his arm to the girl. It was obvious that his stab wound was just a scratch that wasn't even bleeding. Scab already formed on in. Nothing that the Apollo kids would even look at. She tugged his arm hard to her. Inspecting the wound.

She clicks her tongue and lets it go. Before turning around and going to her box of band-aids. fishing out one with Hello Kitty she makes her way back to him and places it on the scratch.

“Hey, I wanted the one with Spiderman.” He says looking at the bright pink bandaid on his arm. Anyone could see it. He wanted nobody to see it. She made sure that everybody saw it.

“Get out.” She says to him. He didn't even argue, his eyes glued to the bainaid. When he tried to take it off, it was like it was glued to his skin.

“What have you done?” He asked her, still trying to scřratch it off. She just smiled and pointed to the door.

“Nothing princess, now get out.” She was now pushing him out. He made sure to dig his heel into the ground to make it harder for her. When he got to the door he stopped. He stepped over the threshold and she sighed out of relive. She celebrated her victory too early tho. 

“Don't worry, Clarisse will dig it.” Just like that, Chris jumped back and grabbed the girl in a headlock. She yelped and tried to wiggle herself out. He made sure to mess up her hair into a bird's nest. When he was done he let her go. She stairgtens and gasps for air. He glances at her.

“Look, the eggs have somewhere to sleep now.” With that, he sprints away. The furthest he can get from the girl that can cause sudden death just by thinking about it. He made sure to yell that one egg should be named after him. He was sure if she had one right now, it would end somewhere near his head, if not hitting it spot on.

[tending-the-hearth]

my personal favorite parts of "transformers one"

warning for MAJOR spoilers below!!! a theater near me was doing an early access screening, the movie is officially coming out september 20 in the us!

first off getting the obvious out of the way with Megatron and Optimus' friendship, obviously we know what happens but when a movie with a clear eventual villain that's been iconic for years makes me hope it retcons everything that has ever happened so two characters can remain friends???? their friendship was EVERYTHING to me

also very happy to see that Optimus is still such a nerd i love him

i did love the little subtle hints with Optimus and Megatron's differences from the start

Elita and Optimus' moments together were my FAVORITES

JAZZ!!!!! BELOVED BELOVED DARLING!!!!!! LOML!!!!!

AND RATCHET MENTION!!!!!!! DR. HATCHET MY BELOVED

I like that they didn't try to hide the fact that Sentinel was not a good guy. Like he was just so skeevy from the start, but they built it up in a way that still felt intense when his betrayal was revealed

Bee <3 he's so silly <3 favorite guy <3

Also the AA-Tron joke was 100% a reference to the A-A-Ron skit which had me cackling

The immediately big brother-little brother connection between Optimus and Bee?????? cries

ughhhhhh Megatron's shift from wanting to help Cybertron with Optimus to just wanting revenge

and Megatron's view being "one person controls everyone" and Optimus' being "all are one" IT'S SO GOOD

AND THE OPTIC COLOR SHIFT!!!!! OPTIMUS' ALWAYS BEING BLUE BUT MEGATRON'S STARTING AS YELLOW THEN SHIFTING TO ORANGE AFTER FIGHTING STARSCREAM THEN TURNING COMPLETELY RED WHEN HE LETS OPTIMUS GO I'M GOING TO LOSE MY MIND

Bee's excitement about the knife hands and Optimus being excited for him!!! They are siblings!!!

also a crime that i haven't mentioned Bee saying "Badassatron" multiple times every time it happened i just lost it

but also love love love transformers and their "someone will die" trope i was expecting the Optimus death 100% but it still was SO good

I also loved how Optimus' voice became more and more sterotypically "Optimus" as he went through his journey, like he started off very goofy and silly, then after getting his cog from Alpha Trion we start to hear more of how we're used to hearing Optimus, then after he's brought back by the Primes it's pretty much a very strong younger version of Peter Cullen's Optimus

the VAs were actually really impressive for the most part. I thought Chris Hemsworth did a fantastic job as Optimus, putting in just enough of a similar inflection as Peter Cullen's voice that it still felt like Optimus, just younger

Brian Tyree Henry DESTROYED me as Megatron, his vocal change through the movie???? emotionally devestating

Keegan Michael Key is one of my favorite Bumblebee voices tbh <3 especially considering we've only gotten a few iterations where Bee actually talks, so it worked for him since he could make it his own

absolutely 10/10 movie, i will be going back to see it next weekend when it's officially out because i'm obsessed

[sweetreliever]

i'm right here, baby - c.s

in which ~ harper attempts to end her life and chris saves her before it's too late (happy ending!)

warnings ~ self harm, ed, death threats, mentions of death, hospitals, needles, anxiety, (whatever triggers)

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chris was never a boyfriend who ignored your own thoughts and feelings, instead he'd think your own was better than his.

for example, he said he wanted to have a steak dinner, but that didn't strike your fancy, so he told nick to turn the grill off and save the steak for later.

or, when he didn't want taylor swift but remembered you're a huge fan, so he told matt to turn on "long live"

but today, you thought of the worst.

what if, he was only doing this to make you happy?

no, thats stupid.

scrolling on the comments of your latest instagram post of you and the triplets at the beach, your heart dropped, all filled with "kill yourself ugly bitch" or "i can see your bones"

you've had major body issues since that one kid on playground said you looked like santa claus at 8 years old, after suffering an eating disorder your freshmen year, and the aftermath, familes telling you to gain weight, you did, but they still told you to.

a few days later, the death threats keep on getting worse, you told chris that you could ignore it, but really, you were refusing help, which lead you to sitting on the ledge of the bathtub, looking at your prescripted meds for depression.

you open the orange capsule, looking at the blue 200 mg tablets, wondering,

is it worth it? really?

without heasiation, you consume all of them, at first, you felt fine and stood up,

then blacked out.

chris found your unconscious body and started sobbing, screaming for matt and nick, the hurt in his voice was unbearable, all of their voices at that moment were unbearable.

nick struggles to call the ambulance as he's shaking, matt helps him as chris looks at the orange bottle, with nothing in it now.

the paramedics rush in, taking you away, all three of them quickly follow.

you were rushed in as the doctors hook up the machines, chris couldn't even bare to see his girl like this, thinking of the worst.

the doctors don't know if you're going to make it, by all the pills you've took.

chris cries as the doctors try to console him, he doesn't want to lose his girlfriend, he really doesn't.

the doctors say that they can do life shock to see if you'd wake up.

chris nods, his vision blurry from his tears.

the doctor preforms life shock as chris holds your hand

"c'mon harper..." he mumbles

the room went silent, thinkng you didn't make it

suddenly, your eyes flutter open, IV's in both arms, vitals, heart monitor, breathing tube, what the hell happened?

chris smiles widely as he kisses your head, "baby,"

you regain consciousness, "where, where am i?"

chris takes a deep breath, "you almost died."

hearing that makes your heart drop,

"you scared us baby, i thought you were going to die in front of me."

no words said by you, you move over so he can sit on the bed, you pat a spot for him, and he sits there, carefully wrapping you in his embrace

"i'm sorry.." you choke out

"no no no, don't be sorry, you should've told me sooner though,"

he sighs

"and always remember,"

he leans in and whispers,

"i'm right here baby."

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a/n: tysm for reading! i upload fluff for fun, and i'm planning on making a couple of oneshots.

kiss kiss, makenna

tags!

@24kmar @cherib3lla @bratzforchris

[mangosrar]

Wake up.

chris sturniolo x fem reader.

warnings: mentions of death. sad.

an: this is basically like a journal thing that chris wrote after his girl died :/ i cried while writing this😍

its only been 5 days but i hate you and im so angry. how could you do this to me. you’re selfish. you’re a coward for leaving me. i could’ve helped you. we were in love we have been for years. how could you ever just leave me alone here without you by my side. you were weak you took the easy way out and left us to deal with the consequences.

today was your funeral. it was nice. exactly how you would’ve wanted it. the flowers the music. the casket. exactly how you would’ve liked. your mom asked me to give a speech but i had to go to the bathroom to throw up. i couldn’t do it. i couldn’t stand there and tell everyone how beautiful and funny and kind you were. not are. were. because you’re not here. your mom held me back when they were burring you, i couldn’t take it. i wanted to get in there and shake you and yell at you to wake you up. seeing your body get lowered into the ground was like the last goodbye. i know you’ve been dead for a couple of weeks but it was like you were still here in a way. i was waiting every day to wake up from this horrible dream and you would be there to hold me and tell me its all going to be okay. i couldn’t let you go. i couldn’t have the only thing i ever loved ripped away from me. i wish i could switch our place. i wish i could have you here. i need you here because i still haven’t woken up.

its been a month and it still don’t feel real. im not angry anymore though, just sad. i wish you would have told me, we could’ve worked this out together, that’s what we were supposed to do. i forget what your voice sound like and have to look back on videos to remind myself. how will i ever be okay again. this is like a sickness, a flesh eating bacteria that has gotten into my bloodstream and spread throughout my entire body. it would probably hurt less for you to die all over again. at least i would know what to expect. i think im dying. i could be. matt said i wasn’t but he don’t know what this feels like. he doesn’t know what it feels like to have the love of you’re life one day and to not have them the next. he doesn’t know what its like to have this hole inside of me that only you could fill. he doesn’t know what it feels like to know that that was the last time i ever saw you, last time i ever kissed you. last time you ever told me you loved me. i should have known. you held me extra tight that day. you knew i was never going to see you again. you knew and you let me leave your house. you let me look into your eyes for the last time ever. you allowed me to tell you i loved you for the final time. how could you. i just want to wake up from this fucking nightmare.

its been 2 months and things haven’t changed. its almost your birthday. last year we spent it together in the cape. this year ill probably bring flowers to your grave and cry, pleading for some sort of miracle to bring you back to me. its like you’ve taken a part of me with you. i can never get it back. i will never be the same again. i just wish i could have you, i still haven’t died yet but i think its a long process to die from this type of thing. its painful too, more than a mental pain. its a strong physical pain that i feel deep in my bones, or like i get this really dull ache in my chest whenever i think about you, witch is almost constantly. it hurts so bad honey. like my soul is calling for yours but its getting no reply. i would like death that way. to die at the hands of heartbreak. or maybe just to you. i would die and let you take my place if it meant i got to hold you one more time. i just want to have you back. why would you ever do this.

happy birthday. i wonder if you knew that last year was the last birthday you would ever had. maybe. but today isnt special. today is sad and painful. i went over to your house today, and for the fisrt time since i saw you for the last time i went into your bedroom and cried for hours while lying on your bed. the house still smells like you. it made me throw up. i need to have you back or i might die. i fell asleep after a while tho and woke up to matt. id been there for hours and he was worried but i thought it was you. i almost had a stroke. i was in your room, on your side of the bed, holding your pillow waking up to the smell of your perfume. how could you blame me. i hated it. i threw up again after that. but its still your birthday so i lit the candle that was on your coffee table, and i know you’re not supposed to tell your wishes but i wished for you back. like i do every day, morning and night, i wished for you to be mine again, i wished to wake up from this pandemonium of a terrible, terrible dream and to have you wrapped up in my arms where i know you’re safe, where i know you should be. but your not so now i have to remember you for longer than i have known you. happy birthday lovey.

SAD ASF RN

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[ovrour]

IM SO LOST WITHOUT YOU⇢ CHRISTOPHER STURNIOLO

summary; y/n is put in the hospital after being drugged at a party. The whole time her bestfriend, Chris is by her side. Both of them knowing that she wasn’t going to make it. Chris admits how he feels for her in their last moment together.

Genre; heavy angst

cw; Mentions of being drugged, rape, and Death.

a/n: im sorry. guys, this shit is so sad like, i almost cried making this. please, if any of this triggers you, feel free to click off. im not offended. and please, if something like this has ever happened to you. please reach out to someone. its always important to talk to someone about it rather than just staying quiet. my dm’s are always open. feel free to reach out to me. im always here. and if this offends anyone in anyway, please message me privately. im glad to take it down if it does. thank you.

Maybe it was a bad idea to bring you to the Party.

No.

It was a bad idea to bring you to the party. Chris was supposed to protect you. you weren’t supposed to end up here.

not where you would be connected to a bunch of machines with an IV in your arm. Oxygen tube in your nose. you would’ve preferred to be at home with the triplets, watching Shrek. Popcorn and candy, soda on the side.

laughing with your friends, and gossiping about all different types of things. yelling and laughing about different debates and their opinions on them. thats what you wanted. thats what everyone wanted.

they didn’t want to see you like this. connected to so many damn machines. they gave oxygen just so you could fucking breathe.

doctors came in almost every minute of the day, just so they make sure you were okay. it was back to back. nonstop.

making sure there wasn’t anymore drugs in your system.

you never should’ve agreed to go to that damn party chris invited you to. one minute you were fine and drinking. next minute your head was pounding, sweat pouring down your face, and then all of a sudden your passed out on the couch.

“Guys, have you seen y/n? she was just here.” Chris asked looking at his twin brothers. “no, she said she went to go get a couple drinks for us.” Nick responded.

“how long ago was that?”

“about 10 minutes ago.”

“and you didn’t go to check up on her?”

“no, i didn’t have to. she texted me saying she was on her way back.”

“and she’s not here is she?”

“No, shes not”

“then im going to go look for her. stay here.” Chris stood. He was walking up to where the drinks were and asked a brunette haired girl, if she had seen you.

“Uh, yeah i did. i think she went that way.” she pointed towards the opposite of the room near the restroom. He thanked her and walked towards the bathroom. He knocked. nothing. He knocked again. again, nothing.

He started to panic. his bestfriend was nowhere to be seen. then, he looked towards the left near the couches. there you were, passed out. Some guy on top of you, with his pants pulled down, and yours too.

He was upset, angry that someone had the nerve to take advantage of you in your most vulnerable moments. He stomped his away over there, fists clenched.

“Dude, get the fuck off her! who do you think you are.” Chris shouted. “Bro, why are you bothered? it has nothing to do with you.” The guy laughed. “it hs everything to do with me. Thats my fucking friend your taking advantage of.” Chris pulled him off you, pulling your pants up in the process.

“Alright bru, damn.” the guy walked away.

“y/n?” Chris shook you. and again. and again, and again. When you didn’t wake up or respond he panicked. Called his brothers and told them.

“Cmon chris, we’re gonna help you get here outside.” Matt spoke. they all picked you up to carry you outside. “Nick, call 911! she’s not responding.” Chris said, eyes filling up with tears. “Okay, i will.” Nick responded, hurrying to get his phone.

“you’re going to be okay y/n. i promise.” Chris cried. Holding you in his arms, his tears spilling onto your face as he ran his hand through your hair.

eventually, the ambulance made it. Bringing out a gurney, and laying ontop of it. “look, im gonna ride with y/n. you guys take the car.” Chris walked towards the ambulance. Matt, and Nick heading to car.

“Do you think she’s gonna be okay?” Nick asked. Tears starting to form in his eyes. matt looked at him.

“yeah. i think she’ll be okay. it’s y/n, shes always okay.”

they both chuckled, hoping they were right. the whole drive to the hospital was silent. how could they have let this happen to their friend. someone who they deeply cared about.

they should’ve just accompanied her. not just sit on their ass.

“y/n, im so sorry.” he cried, holding your hand as they put you on an oxygen tube. “you should’ve told me. i would’ve went with you to get drinks. otherwise none of this would’ve happened.” He apologized. blaming everything on himself. it was his fault.

“guys, shes barely got a pulse. we need to hurry.” spoke one of the paramedics. Chris’ heart dropped, he couldn’t handle losing you now. not his girl. not the one hes loved since middle school.

“im so fucking sorry y/n. none of this would’ve happened if you could’ve just said no. i never should’ve asked you to come to this damn party, if i knew this was where it was going to end.” He breathed deeply, legs bouncing with anticipation.

“everythings gonna be okay. you’re gonna be okay. how could you not be?”

“youre y/n. youre always okay.”

he felt so guilty. guilty knowing that this happened all because he invited you to some damn party. he would’ve never asked if he knew that this was going to happen. he never would’ve.

Chris would’ve rather stayed home. cuddled up with you by his side, eating all kinds of of junk food together. if you would’ve just asked. you only agreed because you didn’t want to make him feel like he was forcing you to.

eventually you make it to the hospital, paramedics rushing you in, Chris still standing by your side, even when they asked him to go sit down. which, he did but he was a nervous wreck. waiting to see what doctors had to say.

“anyone here for y/n y/l/n?”

Chris was zoned out thinking too much that he didn’t hear the doctor at first.

“Chris.” Nick spoke. “H-huh?” he hummed, turning to look at Nick. “The doctor.” Matt commented.

Chris turned to see the doctor standing there looking around. “Oh.” He stood. “uh yes, that would be me. is everything okay?” He asked, eyes filling up with tears.

“uh no.”

“w-what happened?”

“we tested y/n for drugs and it came back positive.”

“h-how that doesn’t make sense. y/n doesn’t take drugs.”

“We know. we called her mother, and she confirmed that she doesn’t. she’s on her way here now.”

“then, how did the drugs get in her system?”

“we think she might’ve been drugged.”

“do you know how this could’ve happened?”

“uh yeah, we were at a party. someone must’ve slipped something in her drink.”

“okay, and uh one more thing.”

“what is it?”

“we found traces of semen in her as well.”

“are you saying…”

“yeah, she was raped.”

“oh my god.”

Chris just stood there and thanked him as they both went their separate ways. Both Nick and Matt stood.

“is everything okay?” matt asked. “is she okay?” nick commented. “she was drugged.”

“what thats impossible. she doesn’t do drugs.”

“yeah i know. someone slipped something in her drink.”

“and uh..”

“and what chris?”

“she was raped. someone raped our friend.”

They just stood there in silence not knowing what to say. the tention felt upsetting and they were all so distraught that something like this could happen. how they could let this happen.

they were supposed to protect you. no matter what it was. their promise was to keep you safe. to care for you, to be by your side no matter what.

“boys.” spoke a middle aged woman. it was your mom, her eyes puffy from crying. “ms.l/n”

“how is she? what happened?” she asked now standing infront of them. “she’s not okay. she was drugged and raped.”

Hearing that come out of Chris’ mouth broke her to pieces. her sweet babygirl was used and taken advantage of by some guy. thinking about it made it worse. She just stood there not moving an inch, tears pouring down her face.

All of the triplets just stood there and hugged her. they knew how hard this was going to be for her. I mean, her daughter was still so young, and she was filled with joy and love. all of a sudden, that’s just taken away from you.

“we’re so sorry ms.l/n, this is all our fault.” Nick spoke. “how so?” she questioned. “we invited her to this party that we got invited to. she didn’t have to go. if she would’ve just asked to stay, we would’ve. we would do anything to go back and change that.” Commented Chris.

“oh my god. how could you let this happen? you promised to take care of her!” she shouted, pulling apart from chris. “we did. if we would’ve known this was going to happen, we never would’ve asked.” Matt spoke.

“Im so sorry.” Chris cried. he felt like the guiltiest man in the world. breaking the news to the mother of the love of his life. it hit him hard watching his beautiful bestfriends mother cry.

it was going to be hard for everyone. especially your mom. and he knew that. so, he was going to do what he couldn’t with you. and that was to be by her side all the time.

when the doctor came out, he informed them that you weren’t going to make it. the drugs had already gone into your bloodstream and there was so much of it that they didnt get it all out in time.

he told them one by one to go see you before it was too late. and thats how chris ended up where he is now. sitting in the chair next to you, holding your hand.

“im so fucking sorry y/n. this shit is all my fault. all because i invited you to some dumbass party.”

“i was meant to keep you safe. to protect you at all time. to be by your side at all times, no matter what. i couldn’t even keep that promise. i failed you, and your mother. she’s mad at us, and she has every right to be. but i promise, to look after her now that you can’t.” He cried.

“i dont know how i could’ve let this happen. if only they had told me so i could’ve been there with you. then, that man on top of you. i feel like throwing up even talking about it.”

“i just wish i could’ve done more you know?”

“i love you y/n. i always have since middle school. i never told you because i didn’t think you felt the same way even though everyone told you did. i never believed them because i thought you were out of my league. now, i wish i would’ve asked you sooner.” He cried, looking at you with red puffy eyes.

thats when he heard it. the heart monitor going off. he looked up to see it go flat.

doctors flooding in the room, asking him to step out. he could hear all the commotion going on.

they tried over and over again to use an internal defibrillator to shock you back to life. but, it didnt work. nothing did.

“time of death?”

“3:47 am”

Chris visited your grave everyday after that. he told you all the stories that happened everyday. let you know all the gossip. he told you everything.

“Hey sweet girl. i brought you your favorite flowers.” Chris smiled, placing them ontop of your grave stone.

hibiscus flowers were your favorite. especially pink ones. you told him that once when you went to a flower garden, and ever since then hes kept that in mind. it was his favorite moment you two shared.

they way your green eyes glistened in the morning sunshine, or the way you looked with no makeup on in the sun. skin glowing.

he always thought you were the most lovely, enchanting, and graceful woman ever. never once did he think any different.

you were his bestfriend, his side kick, his everything.

“Soooo…me, nick and chris uploaded a new video today, and someone asked about you. it made me cry but, happy tears. they asked what our favorite memory about you was, and i told them about the flower garden.”

“God, you looked gorgeous that day. the way the sun made you glow. i wanted to kiss you so bad. i just never got the courage to do it.” He chuckled. to him, you looked like aphrodite. there was no one else more beautiful than you to him.

He liked you because you saw him for more than just an influencer on youtube with six million subscribers. You saw him as a person with great personality. and he saw you for someone with a better personality than he had.

you were always so kind, no matter what. it didn’t matter if they did you wrong in anyway, you were always kind. you told always told him, “Be the reason someone smiles. Be the reason someone feels loved and believes in the goodness of people.”

you were a great person and he knew that. even on your bad days when you felt like nothing, you’d always put anyone else before you. you wanted to make them feel loved. and you always did.

“I wish you were still here. Im looking after your mom, and she misses you tons. She cant stand to come and visit your grave, so she picks your favorite flowers, and tells me to being them to you. i promise i pick them too. it never left my mind that hibiscus flowers were your favorite. ever since you told me at the flower garden.”

“I hope your doing great up there. Being kind like always, i hope. I know that you always wanted to get matching tattoos together but, you’re not here anymore. So, i got your name and your birthday tattoed on my forearm. So, did everyone else.” He spoke, tears starting to swell up in his eyes.

“I dont know why im crying, but im hoping its happy tears.” He laughed. “i miss you like crazy. i get nightmares sometimes thinking about that night. how i could’ve prevented all of it from happening. Sometimes, i cant even sleep in my own room knowing that youre gone. so im in yours all the time. i hope you dony mind since i know how tidy you liked it.”

“Nick, Matt, and I go to your favorite restaurant every once a week now. Where we first met in 5th grade. We talk about you all the time. oh, also your mom put an ofrenda in our living room. so we can put all your little trinkets and stuff on it. we even have your graduation picture from four years ago.”

“I dont know what im doing y/n. i miss hearing your voice, i miss coming to you for advice. i feel so alone now. yeah, i have my brothers but you were my bestfriend. the love of my life. my favorite person in existence. now, i dont have one.” Chris cried, letting the tears fall down his face, looking down at his hands while he picked at his nails.

He genuinely didnt know what to do. He was so lost. He wished he had the right words; he just wanted you to know that he missed you like crazy. waking up everyday without you jumping on his bed was hard for him. most of the time he didn’t want to get up. He just wanted to rot in your bed all day. but, he knew that you would want him to live his best life in anyway he could.

It was hard on everyone. but, they were all there for eachother. Holidays were different, birthdays, celebrations, everything was.

“I’m so lost without you.”

He hoped that you were looking down at him proudly, even on his worst days because he was pushing through. He pushed through for you.

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I Will Never Make You Lonely: Ch 4

Summary: When your life is falling apart, your 8 best friends are there to lift you up

TW: mentions of de&th, su!c!de, su!c!de tendencies, su!c!dal ideologies, depress!on, anxiety, crying. If this is in any way triggering I’d steer towards more of my happier works. If you or someone you love has thought of or acted on suicide, there is help and there is hope 

Call or text 988

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort, non-idol AU

PSA: this in no way represents the artists. While their birth names are used in this story, this is in no way a reflection of the artist or artists in real life.

AU/Chapter TW: Mentions of su!c!de, su!c!dal thoughts, graphic descriptions of panic/anxiety attacks, and so much crying. If any of this is triggering please refrain from reading this chapter.

CH 4

The car accident wasn’t an accident. There was no animal in the road that caused her to swerve and hit the tree; there was none of that, she planned it. Your brain went numb but your body felt a sharp pain like someone took a dagger and rammed it into your chest. It was getting a little harder to breathe. You got up from your bed and started pacing. You had your hands above your head trying to expand your lungs, but you were already too far into your panic attack to get back down. You let out the first sob since Carter’s death. 

Is this what dying feels like?

“Y/n?” Changbin called out.

As soon as you saw two of your best friends at the doorway, your vision got blurry. Chris could see how broken you were and he felt like crying right there. He was almost relieved that you were grieving properly, but this wasn't the way he wanted it to happen.

“Sweetheart…” Chris approached stepped foot into your room and you ran towards the boys, their hearts breaking into pieces as you covered your mouth, muffling another heartwrenching sob.

“Oh baby girl, come here,” he said gently as he pulled you against his chest. You spent a lot of time trying to distract yourself from the truth, doing anything and everything to avoid facing it. But eventually, you can't keep your mind numb forever. You cried and buried your face into Chris's shoulder, and he held you while Changbin rubbed your back for comfort. Your tears soaked into Chris's sweatshirt as he swayed you back and forth.

“We got you, we got you,” Changbin whispered as he threaded his fingers through your hair. You gripped Chris’s sweatshirt until your knuckles turned white. The sadness and anger that you kept under the surface came out without warning, and you completely lost it.

“Please bring her back, please!” You cried at whatever higher power was out there. Chris held you tightly as you cried into his shoulder. Changbin's hands had let go of you, but another set of arms reached out to comfort you. Though you missed Changbin's touch, you were grateful for Chris's warm hands on your shoulders, which helped steady you. Unbeknownst to you, your breathing had become more rapid.

“Hey y/n, hey let's take a deep breath okay? We don’t want you passing out on us, yeah?” Minho said calmly. You don’t know when he got in the room, but you were so out of it you didn’t know everyone was in your room. Before you knew it, you started panicking. 

“I c-can’t, I can’t breathe,” you exclaim shakily. You cried harder than you have all month, and maybe even in your entire life. Your body was convulsing with sobs so forcefully and rapidly that you found yourself gasping for air. You knew that you would never see Carter again. No more trips to the lake, no more spontaneous visits to the Space Needle, no more concerts, no more walks to Pike Place. All of it was gone. You held your chest tightly as you struggled to take in air. Your mind was in a fog, you felt nauseous, you weren't getting enough oxygen, and it felt like you were living through a nightmare.

“I *cough cough* I want her *gasp*, back *gasp* *cough cough* please” you pant out. The younger ones were in a state of panic. You were hunched forward with your hands on your knees. Changbin walked to the center of the room and embraced Seungmin, who was frantically reaching out for his hand. Hyunjin was hugging Felix and cradling the younger's head, who was shaking in fear. Han was standing in shock with his arms wrapped around Jeongin, who was hiding his face in his shoulder blade. Minho moved a little closer and spoke as gently as possible.

“Y/n? Honey? Can I touch you?” He asked, waiting patiently until you nodded. Chris slowly let go of your shoulders once Minho had a steady hold of you. He took his time to gently take your hands off your knees, squatting in front of you so he could look you in the eyes. He slowly stood you up and put your hands behind your head so your lungs could expand. 

“Breathe with me love. Let's do it nice and slow, alright?” He asked gently. Minho led you through a series of breathing exercises until you were able to control your breathing. Once you were no longer hyperventilating, you collapsed and Minho caught you, slowly lowering you to the ground and into Chris's arms. He embraced you from behind, holding you close to his chest with one hand on your forehead to help calm you down and the other arm wrapped gently around your waist. You covered your eyes, hoping to escape the overwhelming pain.

“Why did she have to go…” you wailed, relieving all the pressure that built up over time. The hurt, the sadness, and the anger were all being let out as Chris and Minho let you crumble because they would be there to pick up the pieces once you were done.

“Y/n…” Jeongin said tearfully. Your heart stopped. Shit. How long were they in your room? You could hear Felix crying into Hyunjin's neck while the taller of the pair gently shushed the sweet boy in his arms, shedding his own silent tears. You kept your hand over your eyes, not wanting to see their reactions, especially the kids.

“Binnie, can you take the kids into the living room please?” Minho asked calmly and kindly. Changbin nodded immediately and guided the Dongsaengs out of your bedroom. Chris held you close and kissed the top of your head. His lips lingered as he rocked you gently back and forth. 

“Oh bubs…,” Minho whispered as he watched you break down. After what felt like an eternity, your hysterical crying died down to hiccups. Chris continued rocking you gently and Minho was rubbing your knee with his thumb.

“I’m *hiccup* I’m so sorry,” you said, working yourself up. Chris quickly and quietly shushed you. He couldn’t bear to watch you go into another panic attack. 

“Shhh shhh shhh it’s okay, you’re okay, y/n,” he whispered as he petted your hair.

“Why are you apologizing, honey? You did nothing wrong,” Minho asked. You shook your head as more tears streamed down your face.

“D-did I scare the kids?” you ask tearfully. You swore you heard someone else bawling in the hallway; it sounded like Jeongin. Chris shook his head while rubbing your stomach with his thumb. 

“They’re just worried about you, we’re all worried about you, angel,” he said calmly. 

“What did I do w-wrong? Why couldn’t she come to m-me? D-did she really think I can just live without h-her??” you beg for someone to have the answer, but Minho only looked at you with sadness and confusion. 

“What do you mean?” he asks, his eyes flicking back and forth between yours and Chris’s. You grab a hold of your skull, your head pulsating. 

“Carter…t-took…she took her own- *hic* oh my god,” you cried as you dug the heels of your hand into your eyes, Chris and Minho exchanging looks of terror. Chris rocked you while kissing your head repeatedly, and Minho took both of your hands into his. Outside of your bedroom, Changbin guided the younger ones down the hall and into the living room. A bunch of them were sniffling, but Jeongin was crying hard. Changbin pulled the youngest into his side, handing Seungmin off to Han. 

“Hey, hey we’re here baby, Hyungs have y/n” he reassured the youngest, but the poor thing couldn’t calm down. 

“I got the others, Binnie Hyung, we’ll be okay,” Hyunjin said, never letting go of the sweet freckled boy in his arms. Changbin nodded as he led their youngest to the bedroom, the rest of the guys going the opposite direction to sit on the couch. Changbin opened the door with one hand, keeping a secure arm around Jeongin. 

“Binnie Hyung?” Jeongin whimpered. Changbin rubbed Jeongin’s shoulder. 

“I’m here, I’m here,” Changbin whispered. More droplets fell from Jeongin’s eyes.

“Y/n…” he said brokenly before Changbin pulled him into a hug, running his fingers through his hair.

“Shh shh shh, she’s going to be okay. I promise she’s going to be okay, baby,” he said while trying to keep his voice steady. They were all a little shaken up from what happened, but Jeongin seemed to be taking it the hardest. 

“I want to see her, Hyungie, I want to see if she’s okay,” he cried, gripping the back of Changbin’s shirt. 

“We’ll get to see her love, but first we need to calm our bodies, okay? Can you do that for me?” He asked kindly as he rubbed his back. Jeongin nodded as he got into bed. Changbin promised to send you over to Jeongin once you were ready. After tucking Jeongin under the covers, he sat beside him, soothing him by wiping away his tears. Later, the three of you settled down in your bedroom, with Chris propped up against a pillow and you cuddled up on his side while Minho lay next to you two. They comforted you with soft touches and even whispered words of encouragement long after your tears had stopped. They waited until your breathing was back to normal before speaking.

“I know you want nothing more than to sleep, but let’s get you cleaned up, y/n, does that sound okay?” Chris asked as he moved a stray hair out of your face. You nodded as you let out a tired sigh. They took you to the bathroom and had you sit on the toilet lid. You looked in the mirror for a brief second before turning away. Your face and eyes were extremely puffy and red. Once he found the makeup wipes, Minho gently held your chin as he oh so carefully used a makeup wipe to remove the mascara that trailed down your face. You thought he’d stop there, but you were wrong.

“Minho it’s okay we don’t have to do all of that,” you say when he starts pulling out all of the products you use for your nighttime skincare routine. He gave you a kind smile.

“What kind of friend would I be if I let you go to bed without your holy grail, huh?” He asked with the sweetest smile, holding up your sleeping mask he gave you as a Christmas gift. You couldn’t help but giggle and you gave him the okay to proceed. Once the makeup was all gone, he took a warm washcloth and dabbed under your eyes and around your cheeks. You let out a sigh and closed your eyes; you were exhausted. Minho applied all the products necessary, because your routine was exactly like his, and hummed a random medley out loud to help with the tension in the bathroom. He wiped off his hands and put his hands on your shoulders.

“You are the strongest person we know, but don’t ever feel like you have to go through this by yourself, yeah?” He pulled you into his arms and rubbed your back as Chris smiled at you two fondly. 

“It's just really hard…” your voice breaks as your eyes sting. Minho continued to rub your back.

“I know sweetie, I know, I can’t even imagine what you’re going through right now…” he whispered.

“I wanted to handle everything on my own, so you wouldn’t have to see me like this *sniff* so we wouldn’t be where we are now,” you admitted as Chris comes up beside Minho and throws his arms around the both of you.

“You’re grieving, y/n, and that’s okay, it’s perfectly okay, happy or sad, stressed or angry, we have your back no matter what. We love you, sweetheart, let us be there for you,” he said gently as he rubbed a hand up and down both yours and Minho’s back. You sniffed looking up at Chris.

“You’re always there for me,” you said with so much gratitude in your voice. You looked back at the clock before looking at the boys. 

“Can I go out there and tell them what happened? So they don’t have to worry?” you ask hesitantly. They both nodded, even though they knew you weren’t okay, you were at least okay physically… sort of. The younger ones were going to worry regardless, but maybe they would feel a little better seeing you. The two let them know you don’t have to feel obligated to, and that you could just get under the covers, but you wanted to see the kids. They helped you up and guided you into the living room where four of the guys were. Two were missing. 

“Binnie Hyung is with Jeongin right now,” Han whispered. Your heart broke even more if that was even possible. You nodded as you sat down on the couch. After a few seconds of silence, you spoke up. 

“Are you guys okay?” you ask, cringing at how much your throat was hurting. You heard sniffling immediately after you started talking. You looked over at the source of the sniffles and then immediately looked down again. Felix’s face was red with dried-up tear tracks that trailed over his freckles.

“Y/n, shouldn’t we be asking you that?” Han asked, voice laced with sadness. He was wondering how even with everything that just happened, you continue to put their well-being over your own. Now you were questioning if you wanted to tell them the news, seeing how they reacted to you having a panic attack. Anxiety filled your chest before Changbin squatted in front of you and pulled you into a hug. When did he come back out? 

“Breathe for us y/n, breathe,” he shushed you gently as he rubbed your back. Seungmin came up next to Changbin to hug you as well. You took a deep breath. 

“Peyton found a note,” you said as Seungmin’s breath hitched, his arms wrapping tighter around you. 

“Oh y/n…” Changbin mumbled as he rested his head against yours. As the tears streamed down Seungmin's face, you started rubbing his back in circular motions hoping to provide some comfort. You tried to compose yourself so that you wouldn't break down again, and everyone could see that. While you were in Seungmin’s embrace, Changbin carefully pulled back and gently took your face into his hands.

“Hey…you know you don’t always have to be so strong,” he said reassuringly. Hyunjin still had Felix in his arms while you looked back at him. He got up from the opposite side of the couch, knelt in front of you and tenderly held your face, wiping away the tears under your eyes with his thumb. Seungmin and Changbin got up so you could wrap your arms around Hyunjin's neck. Hyunjin kissed your cheek, and rocked you in his embrace. Felix got up soon after and came to kneel behind him, grabbing onto the side of your shirt. You reached behind Hyunjin to stroke Felix's hair; he looked just as devastated as everyone else.

“You’re allowed to lean on us y/n, you don’t have to go through this alone,” he whimpered as he wiped away your tears. You loved your boys so much, and they loved you more than anything. You pulled Felix’s head in to kiss him on the forehead. The three of you held onto each other until Changbin spoke up. 

“You’ve had a long day, let's call it a night, yeah?” he asked gently as he patted your back. You nodded while still in Hyunjin’s hold, and the two didn’t let go until you did. Changbin wrapped an arm around your waist and walked you to your room. Everyone else scooted impossibly closer together and did a brief wellness check on each other. Back in your room, Changbin grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt that you stole from Han and handed them to you with the kindest smile. You silently thanked him as you went into your bathroom to change. After you came out, Changbin smiled at you. 

“How many of our clothing items are in your closet?” he joked. You shrugged with a chuckle, and even if it was small, he would take that over anything.

“Not too many, I’m usually fighting with the kids over Chris and Minho’s clothes,” you giggle. Changbin smiles even bigger and pulls you into a hug. You hold him tight and let out a deep sigh. 

“Do you think he’s still awake?” You ask Changbin as you pull away from the hug.

“He might be; he was hoping to see you,” Changbin said. You nodded looking into the hallway. Changbin squeezed your hand one more time before you walked out. Back in the living room, Chris suggested everyone get some sleep. Han roomed with Jeongin but he decided to go bunk with Seungmin. Once all of the younger ones were out of the living room, it was just Chris and Minho. Minho was about to walk out of the room before he felt a hand circle around his wrist. He looked back at Chris questionably.

“Hyung?” He asked. Chris looked at him with sympathetic eyes. 

“How are you doing?” He asked gently. Minho shook his head.

“I’m not sure I know what you’re asking, Hyung,” he said quietly, looking down at their hands. He did, but he didn’t want to talk about it.

“I know that was a lot,” he said as Minho looked away, pretending like he didn't feel stinging behind his eyes. He let out a shaky sigh. Chris’s eyes softened even more. 

"Min, if you need to cry, it's okay," Chris said, as he rubbed his thumb over Minho's wrist. Minho had always been the strong one for his brothers, but even he had a breaking point. His lip quivered when he made eye contact with Chris. The older of the two gently tugged on Minho's wrist, pulling him into his arms. Minho closed his eyes and let the tears flow. Chris rubbed his back as Minho silently cried.

“You did well Minho, you did so well,” he praised as Minho sniffled. He drew circles on Minho’s back, bringing up his other hand to leave gentle touches on his nape. 

“I’ve n-never seen her like t-that,” Minho stuttered thickly. 

“Neither have I,” he whispered. “But she’ll be okay,” he said. “She’s going to be okay,”. He wasn’t sure who he was reassuring, but they both needed to hear it. After some time, Minho and Chris parted and wiped their eyes. 

“Are you ready for bed?” He asked kindly. Minho nodded.

“Yeah,” he whispered. As Chris was about to head to his room, Minho grabbed his hand. Chris stopped and looked back at Minho. The younger one didn't say anything, but Chris knew what he was going to ask. He gave Minho a warm smile and squeezed his hand, pulling him to their shared bedroom. Once they were under the covers, Chris held Minho in his arms, and the second youngest buried his face into Chris's neck. Chris ran his fingers through Minho's hair and over his neck, while Minho rubbed his hand up and down Chris's arms. They lay in silence for a while until Minho finally spoke up.

“Do you think y/n will want to go back to America?” He asked hesitantly. They knew that your internship was highly competitive and that you wanted to stay in Seoul, regardless of whether you got selected for it or not. However, considering the recent events, Minho had been wondering for a while if you would get homesick and want to go back to stay with Peyton. Chris took a moment to ponder upon it.

“Gosh Minho….I’m not sure. I want her to stay here but if she wants to go back, that’s her decision, you know?” he answered. If he was being selfish, he wanted you to stay, they all did, but they respected your wishes if you chose to go back to Seattle. The idea of not seeing you every other day if not every day made his heart ache. Minho nodded. 

"I know... I just... I don't know... I want her to know she's her own person and is allowed to make her own decisions, but... the thought of her not living here anymore..." Minho couldn't finish his sentence. He pushed himself closer into Chris's hold.

"I know, agi, I know," Chris whispered as he pulled Minho even closer and stroked his hair when he felt wetness on his shoulder. The two lay there in each other's embrace, and by the grace of whatever higher power was up there, they fell asleep. As you walked down the hall, you ran into Han who was stepping out of the bathroom. He noticed the sweatshirt you were wearing and smirked.

“I was wondering where that was,” he said cheekily. His eyes were a tiny bit moist. Your heart hurt and he sensed that.

“If you need anything at all, we’re always here for you y/n, I hope you know that,” he said before pulling you into a tight hug. You let out a deep breath and nodded. 

“I do, thank you, Hannie. Same goes for you, yeah?” you said. He chuckled. Their health was always your priority, they wished you could take care of yourself the way you took care of them. He squeezed your hand before retreating to Seungmin’s room. You took a deep breath and knocked on Jeongin’s door, waiting patiently for a response.

“Come in,” he quietly called out. You opened the door slowly. Jeongin gave you a sad smile.

“Hi,” he said quietly. He was wrapped up snuggly in a bunch of blankets; you remembered Changbin tucked him in. 

“Hi,” you whispered. Jeongin sat up in bed once you closed the door.

“Are you okay?…” you asked. You knew it was a ridiculous question given you could see he clearly wasn’t okay but you still wanted to ask. Jeongin nodded slowly as you saw tears fill his eyes.

“Please don’t cry, sweet boy,” you whispered. Jeongin’s lip wobbled. Turned out he heard your conversation with Chris and Minho before everyone went into the living room.

“I just don’t- I…I can’t, I can't even fathom going through what you're going through right now,” he whimpered. You quickly sit down and pull him into your arms, and even though he is taller than you, he feels so small in your hold.

“I’m so sorry y/n” he choked out. You rested your head on his temple, shushing him gently. Jeongin’s tears were immediately soaking into your shirt.

“I can’t lose you, I-I can’t lose any of you” he cried out, fear evident in his voice. You cradled his head as he let out one of his worst fears.

“Shhh shhh shhh shhh…you boys mean so much to me, more than you will ever know,” you said, kissing his head and rocking him gently. “I’m sorry I didn’t reach out, I am so sorry.” He shook his head. 

“I’m not m-mad I n-never could be. I-I understand. Just- you can always talk to us y-you know?” he said whimpering. 

“I do know that bug and I love you all so much,” you said sincerely as you pet his hair. 

“We love you too,” he whispered, hugging you impossibly tighter. Before you could respond, there was a small knock at the door. The door creaked open slightly and there stood a Felix, looking at the two figures huddled in the dim lighting.

“Are you two okay?” He asks, voice a little raspy. You look up at the angel and gave him a small grin.

“I think we will be, thank you Lixie,” you say stroking Jeongin’s head. Felix nodded and whispered “love you” before closing the door. You both stayed cuddled in each other's embrace, trying to provide comfort to each other, both absolutely exhausted from earlier. Eventually, you got under the covers and held each other tightly. Jeongin rested his head on your shoulder, and you were soothed by the sound of his even breaths. Finally, you both drifted off to sleep.

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[patscorner]

SILVER LININGS PART1

Summary: Amari Hansley and her twin brother, Anthony Hansley's friendship with the Sturniolos is stronger than ever. But what happens when tragedy strikes Mari's household, and causes emotions to rise, as well as feelings for one of her closest friends?

TW: mentions of a hospital, mentions of death, mentions of depression, mentions of panic attacks, and anxiety. Nothing too much, no depictions, just implications. Not bad, it's only the beginning 🙃

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"Anthony, put some pep in your fucking step, Jesus. We're gonna be late." Amari yelled from downstairs. It was already 7, school started in 30 minutes, and it was a 25-minute drive. They were gonna need to stop by the office for a tardy slip.

"Shut the fuck up! I'm moving as fast as I fucking can." Anthony shouted back, as he stuffed his computer into his backpack.

"Why are you guys yelling? Your mom is asleep." Mr. Hansley spoke softly as Anthony ran down the stairs.

"How is she doing today, Dad?" Anthony asked as he bent down and tied his shoes, grumbling as he fucked up the first knot.

Mr. Hansely sighed. "Not too bad. She's doing better."

For some background, Mrs. Hansley has Huntington's disease, which is when nerve cells in the brain start to break down. It's a progressive disease, and while it was slow at first, it escalated quickly. She and her husband told the twins about a year ago, and they were heartbroken. While she could undergo treatment to slow it, it was incurable, especially because they caught it too late.

As if that wasn't enough, their dad seemed to take it the hardest, even while they were all struggling. He felt like he was nothing without his partner in crime, and the thought of her not being there with him scared him so much.

He'd stopped going to work, forcing Anthony and Amari to get jobs so they could take care of the house and food, and he'd get unemployment money to pay for the hospital bills. They were 16.

Over the weeks, Mr. Hansley spent most of his time at the hospital, staying with his wife. He didn't eat unless the twins forced him to. And he didn't shower until he was forced out by the nurses. Their grandfather helped out a little, but not much as he lived two hours away.

Meanwhile, Amari, who was the oldest of the two, drove her and her brother back and forth from the Sturniolos. She thought it'd be better not to let Anthony shut everyone else out. He never failed to shut everyone out during an episode after seeing his mom. He'd lock himself in his room, and he wouldn't eat, drink, or shower. He'd get all in his head, and he'd let his thoughts take over.

It was either that, or he'd take it out on Amari. She was the only other person he could. He was angry. Angry with his dad, for forgetting about his kids, angry with his mom, for leaving, even if it wasn't her fault. He was never angry with Amari. There was just nobody else he could yell at, so it was often misdirected. He knew she tried so hard to be strong for him. Even though they were only 4 minutes apart, he looked up to her. She was his rock, kept him grounded when he needed, often pushing her problems and feelings aside for his.

Amari, on the other hand, was struggling just as much as Anthony. She couldn't count how many times she'd cried herself to sleep because even though she and Anthony were the same age, she was still the big sister. She was the backbone, the one who kept it all together. She'd bottle up everything, then every once in a while, she'd fall apart in her bathroom at 2am.

Amari's schedule was always full. She went to school, then immediately after went to work for eight hours, then spent the rest of her time at the hospital. On her off days, she spent it with Matthew Sturniolo. Her best friend, or one of them. Matt had two brothers, and they were triplets, so they were a package deal.

Chris, the youngest of the three, was Anthony's best friend. He kept Anthony grounded as well, calling him out for the stupid shit he'd do and say to Amari, but he was also one of his biggest supporters.

Amari was closest with Matt and Nick. They'd walked up to her one day in 5th grade, asking her for a pencil in sync, and they've all been friends every since.

Even though she was friends with all of them, she and Matt instantly clicked. They went everywhere together, and they told each other everything. They had so much in common, anxiety, love for nature, their style, their music taste, and their humor. They actually let each other speak, unlike Nick and Chris.

And that's how it was for years. Matt and Amari, Anthony and Chris, and Nick. Even though some were closer than others, they made sure to make sure Nick was never left out. He distanced himself, but that all changed when he came out.

So then things went back to normal, and Matt and Amari were still best friends, 6 years later. So during her panic attacks, she'd call Matt, who talked her through them. Since he related to how scary and uncomfortable they were, it was easy for him to tell her what helped him. Mostly, he could do it through the phone, but sometimes, he'd have to drive to the house and call up Anthony to unlock the front door.

They never had to worry about Mr. Hansley finding out because he spent most of his nights at the hospital with his dying wife.

Since Mrs. Hansley was improving, according to the doctor, she was able to come home for a little bit. "Let's go say goodbye." Amari sighed, reaching for Anthony's hand, helping him up.

"Just... be quiet and quick... please." Mr. Hansley spoke quickly, fiddling with his fingers. All this sickness made him so anxious and quite jumpy.

Amari nodded, leading Anthony to the guest, which is where her mother stayed, because she couldn't really make it up the stairs. Amari slowly opened the door, the smell of the hospital must've came with all the equipment.

There, her mother lay, hooked up to NG tube and a heart rate monitor. She was asleep, and soft snores could be heard leaving her mouth.

Anthony looked down, fighting the instant tears that filled his eyes when he saw his mom. Amari reached for his hand, rubbing his knuckles almost instantly.

"Come on, you can do it." She whispered, leading Anthony to Mrs. Hansley. He complied, slowly following his older sister.

"Hey Mom, we love you. We'll see you after school." Amari spoke softly, not wanting to wake her. Anthony nodded. "Love you, Mom." He voice cracking as tears threatened to fall.

He reached for his mom's hand, rubbing her knuckles gently. She stayed asleep, and he smiled at her peaceful state. At least she wasn't in pain.

"Okay, we gotta go. We're gonna be late." Amari spoke, rubbing Anthony's shoulder.

"We're always late." He grumbled as he walked towards the door.

Amari chuckled as she closed the door behind her. "I know, but come on."

And with that, the twins walked out of the house and began their day. They had most of their classes together, except for one: World History.

Amari had every class with either Matt, Nick, or Chris, so she was always with one of her best friends. There were other people too, but they weren't nearly as close as the Sturniolo and the Hansley's were.

As the day progressed, Amari felt a sudden wave of anxiety come over her, just after lunch. She walked into the World History classroom, trying to pinpoint where the emotion stemmed from.

"Hey bitch, so you remember that guy I was talking too? Yeah, he asked me on a date -" Nick sat down next to Amari, immediately rambling about some guy who wasn't good enough for him.

Amari nodded along, not really listening, just trying to figure out where the daunting fear came from. Her leg bounced as her thoughts raced. She was terrified, and she didn't know why.

She was consumed in her thoughts that she didn't even notice that Matt came in and sat down next to her. She only noticed when he put his hand in her bouncing thigh. Butterflies brushed her thoughts to the side, and her face instantly turned red.

"Hey, Mari, did you hear me?" Matt asked softly. She looked up, finally being pulled from her thoughts.

She looked at Nick, who was staring at her. Suddenly, she felt embarrassed, not hearing a single thing that was going on.

"No, I didn't, sorry. What'd you say?" She said, quickly.

"Are you okay?" Matt asked, his blue eyes trained on her brown ones. Mari nodded, trying to convince herself as well.

"Yeah... yeah, I'm good, sorry. What were you saying, Nick?" She turned to Nick, who smiled, continuing his rant.

She glanced at Matt, who was looking at her with worry, unconvinced at her answer. It was foolish from Amari to think she could lie to him. He knew her better than he knew himself. She was his best friend.

The bell rang, and the class continued as normal, the teacher asking for everyone's homework and then writing notes on the board.

Suddenly, the loud speaker clicked on, and a voice rang through.

"Can Amari and Anthony Hansley please gather your things and report to the office? That's Amari and Anthony Hansley. Please get your things and report to the front office." And with that, the speaker clicked off.

Matt, Nick, and as well as everyone else's eyes turned to Mari, causing her to feel uncomfortable. "What'd you do?" Matt asked, half-jokingly.

She shrugged as she packed her bag, her hands shaking as her anxiety spiked once more. Nick and Matt sent her a 'good luck' look, and she sent them a small smile.

She said her goodbyes before walking to the office, her heart dropping as she saw her grandfather and her brother waiting for her.

"No." Was all she could say, as she followed them out.

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[criminalmindswhore]

Call If You Need Me

angsty, fluffy, pulls at your heartstrings

TW: Mentions of parental death

The timing of your life always felt like some sort of sick joke on you. Without fail, everything happened at the worst time and, your mother's death was no different.

"I'll be back in a few months honey," Emily promised as she stroked your head that was placed in her lap on the couch. The movie on the screen is long forgotten. You gripped her pants tighter, "I'm just worried you won't get the chance to come back to me." Emily sighed, your worry was logical and was her biggest fear. "I promise to do everything in my power to get back to you Y/n." Emily leaned down and pressed a kiss to your temple. Tears silently rolled down both your cheeks. "One call to Clyde and I will come home as fast as I can."

The phone rang loudly in your ear as you sat on the kitchen floor of her apartment, "Easter speaking." Your words got caught in your throat, and a sob came out instead. Clyde sat up at his desk, "Y/n?" You took a deep breath and forced the words out, "Clyde my mom died. I don't know if this counts as a reason to pull her out, but I want her to know as soon as possible. My mom was like a mom to Em." Clyde remembered the stories Emily had told him on the way to Boston.

The rain was pouring down all day essentially ruining your plans to take Emily to the market in your hometown. You padded down the stairs being careful not to slip in your socks. You found your mom looking out the living room window, you stood beside her and sighed, "There goes our plans for the day." Your mom giggled, "But the rain made us better plans. Go get Emily." She shooed you up the stairs to find your lover still asleep. You woke her up and slipped her shoes on before pulling her downstairs. The front door was open and you found your mom in the front yard running in the rain, a massive smile on her face. She spotted Emily and you laughing at her from the porch. She beckoned you to her. "Oh, absolutely not Mom." She glared at you, "You can't get struck by the lighting if you're not in the rain." She pulled your hand and Emily's as thunder cracked out. The three of you spent almost an hour in the rain. Running, dancing, laughing, talking. You and Emily stealing kisses when possible. You were out of earshot from the two when your mom told Emily, "Thank you for loving her, Emily. You're always welcome here with us." The words made Emily cry. The love she always wanted from her mom, she got from yours.

You were sitting on the windowsill staring at the London skyline. You felt frozen in time and space. You needed Emily to guide you, but you couldn't have that right now. Your phone vibrated and you looked down to see a number you didn't know. You answered immediately, "Hello?" Emily smiled, your voice. "Hi Brad." Brad. It was the name Emily told you before she left, "If I need to contact you for emergencies, you are Brad." You let out a soft cry, she was alive and talking to you. "I heard the news. I'm thinking 'bout coming home." She said it in a whisper. Emily was standing in the next room over from Doyle, but god knows she had to be careful. She looked out the window at the huge backyard of the villa. She was nervously playing with the wedding necklace Ian gave her. She felt so dirty wearing it. "I need to confirm the shipment and get in contact with Chris. Pack it up and meet me at the spot." Your stomach dropped thinking about how in code she had to be with you but, knowing she was okay enough to remember all these codes gave you comfort. "Where?" You wanted to tell her how much you loved her, how much you missed her but you didn't want to risk anything. "Someone will send you the coordinates. Don't be late, he doesn't like it when shipments are late." You cried yourself asleep that night replaying her voice in your head over and over. It sounded a little different but you figured she adopted the dialect of where her cover is from.

"Y/n I'm being so serious right now!" You doubled over in laughter with your mom. "There's no way you have a whole assignment to do a job interview in a Southern accent!" Your mom said as she slapped your arm from humor. Emily was standing in front of you two smiling pretending to be offended, "I do!" She said in a Southern accent, "I take one theatre class for an elective and you two act like I've grown another head!" She was laughing now at her own accent. "Oh, how college has changed you, Emily Prentiss!" You said dramatically and pretended to faint into your mom's lap.

You spent the next week jumping at every phone call and text, waiting for the coordinates that never came. You were losing hope that Interpol would pull her out because of your mom. From the start, you knew it was a long shot. There were very few reasons that someone that deep undercover would get pulled out and a death in the family isn't one of them.

Emily, sorry, Lauren was in the front garden harvesting some Lilacs for Ian's birthday. The purple flowers were in perfect bloom and the smell wafted into her nose. She had just picked the last one when she heard tires screeching to a halt. She looked up to see 4 SUV's and men coming at her. "What's going on?" She asked in Italian, they grabbed her and shoved her into a car. "I need to speak to Easter," she said softly. The second the car door closed, she yanked off the necklace Ian gave her and let out the breath she had been holding for 8 months.

Standing around the casket you and your family watched as your mom was lowered into the ground. You were gripping the rose meant for Emily to place like it was the last thing keeping you upright. "Wait!" Your head immediately turned and saw her. Your Emily running across the cemetery. Her hair was lighter now and she had bangs, but god she looked beautiful. It was like the first time you had ever seen her. She reached you and immediately pulled you into her grasp. Tears you didn't know you had left came flooding from your eyes as your arms wrapped around her neck. Emily breathed you in, your perfume filling her nose. "Em. I thought-" She pulled back, keeping her arms around your waist, "I had to wait until it was safe to pull me out." Emily smiled sadly at you. Your mouth was just opening and closing like your brain was short-circuiting. "You made it," you finally choked out. Emily pulled you in for the first kiss you'd shared in 8 months. Her lips felt the same, tasted the same, that kiss made your brain realize she was really here. It felt like life was being poured back into Emily's being after being someone else for so long. You were the one to pull away this time as you handed her the rose, "I saved this for you to give her in case you made it." Emily's smile dropped and a wave of sadness overtook her. She took the rose from you and stepped towards the casket. "Thank you for loving me like your own and for welcoming me into your home and arms. You raised an amazing daughter and I intend to take over the watch now. I got her."

Emily dropped her rose in and grabbed your hand holding it tightly. Emily didn't cry in front of people except you and JJ, so when you looked at her and saw tears on her cheeks, you felt your heart shatter. The past 8 months were so hard for Emily, you cannot fathom coming home to this.

As the sun set on your hometown you and Emily sat in your dad's truck in a parking lot. You needed a moment away from the family and Emily needed space to begin to process the past 8 months. Her hand was intertwined with yours, music playing softly. You looked away from the sunset to look at her. She felt your eyes on her and turned to you, a smile gracing her face when she saw you. "I'm sorry Em." Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "For what?" A tear slipped from your eye, "For whatever you just endured. I know you can't tell me anything for a while because of the red tape and rules but I'm here when you want to or need to talk about it. Mom would kick my ass if I didn't recognize how hard of a time this is for both of us." Emily looked down at the console, licked her bottom lip, and then bit it. You grabbed her chin and pulled her eyes back to yours, "That's your tell so don't try to tell me to worry about only me." Your eyes were serious, "When I can, I promise to not bottle this up." You leaned into her and pressed a sweet kiss to her lips, "I love you." Your words were quiet but meaningful, "I love you so much Y/n." Emily's hand grabbed the back of your head and pulled your lips back to hers, this time more passionately. As your lips collided thunder cracked. Emily's hands threading through your hair, your hands on her face. She pulled away to breathe and opened the truck door, "Let's go dance in the rain for your mom?"

[kazuyummy]

🍆 DAIYA NO ACE - HOW THEY LIKE RECEIVING HEAD - PT. 2

narumiya mei 💋 chris takigawa yu 💋 kuramochi yoichi

part one here

tw: degradation, rough sex about: afab!reader, mentions of genitalia i got unusually freaky with this one lmao, sorry (or not sorry?) in advance teehee. wasn't planning on doing another unless y'all ask (maybe tetsu, jun, and someone else?) so lmk

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NARUMIYA MEI sits on the edge of the bed so that he can have you sinking down on a toy as you suck him off. The rabbit-eared vibrator catches your clit when you slam down onto it, grinding your hips and humping. Sometimes, when you get too caught up in your own pleasure and don't pay enough attention to his, he'll tie your wrists behind your back as punishment. This gives him a full view of your tits bouncing and the drool making its way down your chin as you make your work on him as sloppy as possible. You know he loves it when you suckle just the head, flicking and swirling your tongue around. Or when you take both of his balls, the weight of his cock resting on your forehead as you lick. He'll take his dick and tap it against your cheek; a signal for you to stick out your tongue so that he can ruffle your hair and call you his cumslut. He does it so patronizingly, but it only serves to turn you on more. Where he releases depends on his mood-- today, he pulls out of your mouth with a pop, and with two firm strokes, paints your face white. And you'll certainly continue riding the toy until he's satisfied.

CHRIS TAKIGAWA YU, ever the gentleman, insists on having you sit on his face while you pleasure him. Of course, he also does it so he can control your moaning against his cock, sucking on your clit so he can feel the vibrations of your throat, or grabbing you by the thighs and moving you along his shaft. And when he calls you his cute little fucktoy in such a sweet, gentle voice while he controls you, it has you babbling and choking on him. He's so skilled with his tongue and fingers, diving in like a man starved. He'll urge you to squirt for him, fingering you until you cover his face in your juices. Even when you try to close your thighs, embarrassed, he'll pry them open and make sounds that are downright nasty, spreading your pussy lips apart and ripping orgasm after orgasm from you. The only time your mouth is off of him is during cries of, "i love your cock, baby", or "use me daddy, please!", which makes his dick twitch. He'll be tempted to flip you over and creampie you, but knowing that you'll both be good for a round two, he bucks up into you, filling your throat with the taste of him. And when he gets a tissue to help you wipe up, his little, fucked-out mess, you know that's the only bit of mercy he'll be giving you the rest of the night.

KURAMOCHI YOICHI can't help but run his fingers through your hair as you finally take his whole length in after teasing kitten licks and peppered kisses. He starts off gentle, but the lewder your sounds get, the rougher he wants to be with you. Your big doe eyes and plush, pouty lips make him want to absolutely ruin you. He's kind enough to stutter out, "can I fuck your throat?", but once he gets permission, he's a wild animal. You'll open wide for him, making sure to hollow out your cheeks when he grabs a fistful of your locks and sets the pace. You keep staring at him, innocent and pretty; a doll made just for him. You finally get a bit of a break when he pulls out with a, "you okay, baby?", and when you open your mouth and stick out your tongue with hands folded neatly in your lap, he swears you'll be the death of him. Yoichi sheathes himself inside again, murmuring a mix of possessive pet names and chants of, "you're mine, you're mine, you're mine" with every swipe of your skilled tongue against his shaft. When he cums, he's in disbelief, resisting the urge to roll his eyes back to watch pretty, fat tears drop down the sides of your eyes before he wipes them up and places a gentle kiss on your forehead.

[starsofmilos]

Survive (Adrian Chase x reader)

Synopsis: Adrian messed with the wrong people causing you both to flee. Now he’s struggling to keep you alive.

So I had this idea too for a bit. I love protective Adrian and I know a lot of other people do so..

Masterlist

Warnings: angst, mentions of death, fluff, hurt/comfort, gunshot wounds, cold weather, hypothermia, blood loss, violence, cursing

“Shit! Shit!” You called out pushing Adrian behind some dumpsters. Adrian panted reloading his gun shooting once more.

“We gotta get outta here.” He grunted out. You nodded a bit angrily.

“I don’t wanna say I told you so, but I told you so!” Adrian groaned shooting again. 

“I know you said not too but-”

“Exactly! This was supposed to be easy! You let your feelings get in the way!”

“I didn’t mean too!” You grunted grabbing his hand to drag him away. Adrian followed behind shooting quickly to cover you both. 

This had all started out as a simple mission. You were all supposed to spilt up and grab something. Chris and Emilia were grabbing a flash drive.

Adrian and you were set to grab blue prints. Which had worked out at first until you had to flirt with a guard to be let in.

Adrian grew jealous and shot said guard alerting everyone there of your presence. Now you were angry, Adrian was angry, and you both had to fight your way out.

“The woods are just out the door! We could hide out there until the team finds us!”

“Emilia and Chris aren’t having this much trouble!”

“I know this is my fault! So please let’s do this plan!”

“You do realize it’s winter right?! So you better hope we find them fast!” You grunted shooting someone away from Adrian.

“Okay my love. Let’s go!-” A gunshot cut you off. You immediately pushed Adrian down before it could hurt him. 

Adrian looked in shock as you cried out gripping your thigh. He sat up shooting the two people who had shot before grabbing you.

“You okay? Oh shit that’s a dumb question. You are not okay...Shit shit!” You gripped his arm getting his attention.

“We need to get outta here. Calm down and let’s get out of here.” You stood up shakily limping a bit as Adrian nodded.

He lifted you up effortlessly running out the door. Panting he continued running trying to avoid the people he could hear calling out for you both.

Adrian ran as fast as he could not stopping till he was sure you both were a safe distance. You whimpered as he set you down. 

“It’s okay it’s okay. We’re safe..I got us away we’re safe now..” You nodded as Adrian panted ripping his mask off to look at your leg.

You hummed a bit trying not to wince as Adrian grabbed your leg taking a look at it. 

“Doesn’t seem that bad. Looks like a small wound..” You tried to reassure Adrian. He gave you a small pointed look. 

“You’re bleeding really bad.” Adrian dug through his pocket pulling his glasses out. You grabbed his glove hand putting it on your leg. 

“Put pressure to s-stop the b-bleeding.” You winced as he nodded. “Adrian it’s gonna be okay..Here..Use my belt and make a tourniquet.”

Adrian covered your mouth to cover your voice as he tightened the belt. “It’s gonna be okay Adrian..Okay..” 

“This is all my fault. Shit shit.”

“It’s gonna be okay. Not your fault. We gotta get moving before they start heading this way.”

“You’re hurt really bad! I-I don’t k-know what to d-do!” You grabbed Adrian’s face shaking him a bit.

“Stop. Stop. We’re gonna go and find the team. It’s gonna be okay. I can walk. Can you help me up?” Adrian grunted helping you up.

When first assigned this mission, Adrian had been automatically assigned to work with you. You were a duo. One of the best duos as he described it.

Now he was thinking that working with you was a mistake. Not that he didn’t love you, but you were hurt and in this situation because of him.

Emilia had assigned you as technically his ‘carrier’ so it was your job to keep him on track and your job to make sure he was safe. Adrian hated it at first, but you were so kind. 

You were so lovable. It was hard not to fall in love with you. It was okay though. You also fell in love with Adrian and you both made the promise to look out for each other. 

He let his stupid jealousy get in the way though. How could he be so stupid?

Adrian stopped hearing you make a small noise. “What happened?”

“I heard something..” He pulled a knife out grabbing your waist to pull you behind him.

“Don’t move from me.” You nodded leaning into him to get some weight off of your leg. After a short moment, you both relaxed. 

“No one is there probably a squirrel or something-Hey!” Adrian caught you before you could fall.

“Sorry. Sorry didn’t mean to fall. Leg kinda hurting s’all..” You murmured out. Adrian turned around kissing your forehead. 

“You okay? Holy shit you’re cold.” You laughed a bit nodding.

“Did say was middle of winter. It’s cold out here.” Adrian sat you down against a nearby tree. 

“Oh shit you’re cold. You’re really cold.” You smiled a bit at Adrian as he rubbed your arms. 

“Makes no sense to me when you’re always saying how hot I am.” Adrian rolled his eyes. 

“You are hot. Hottest person I know. Right now though your body is ice cold. I’m gonna try to get a fire set up so we could camp for the night okay?” Adrian kissed you softly scrounging around nearby. 

You pulled your lighter out as he set up some wound trying to flick it on. Adrian chuckled a bit seeing your attempts.

“You know as well as I do you never get your lighter on.”

“I know my loving boyfriend does it for me.” You tried to hide the tremble in your hands tossing it to him. Adrian caught it cursing quietly seeing the wood not catching.

“Shit..I think it’s too damp.”

“Well yeah winter babe..Everything gonna be wet and cold.” Adrian sighed a bit angrily.

“I know you said it three times winter! I’m just trying to get you warm!” 

“H-hey. I’m trying to h-help so p-please don’t snap at me.” You bit out a bit annoyed.

“Sorry. I’m sorry I’m just worried. You’re cold and your leg doesn’t look so good. It’s my fault we’re in this mess anyways..” He moved to you pulling you to lay on top of him trying to use his body to keep you warm.

“Adrian.”

“Yeah?”

“It’s not your fault.”

“Y/N-”

“No listen to me. None of this is your fault. I know I said it was back there when we were getting shot at it, but it’s not your fault. Shouldn’t have blamed it on you..”

“I shouldn’t have shot that stupid guy.”

“You shot him thinking you were protecting m-me. You’re o-okay to do that. No one has ever cared for me like you Adrian..I get w-why you did it.”

“Well that’s not entirely true..”

“W-what?...”

“I shot him because I didn’t like to see you flirting with him. I didn’t mean to screw this all up. I didn’t want you to get hurt. I shouldn’t have let my stupid jealousy get involved.”

“Why did you get jealous though?” You shivered a bit smiling as he tightened his hold on you.

“I don’t know it’s dumb..I guess some part of me still thinks I’m not good enough for me..”

“Good enough for me? A-Adrian I think that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard you say..You’re more than good enough. Y-You’re my everything.”

“Am I really?”

“Yes you are so please remember that before you get jealous next time..If there is a next time.”

“What do you mean by that?” 

You stood silent nervously glancing down at your wounded leg. It was throbbing and slowly becoming numb. Adrian didn’t have time to worry about you though. 

You were supposed to watch out for him and he’d blame himself more if he knew. Chances are only one of you were gonna make it out of this forest back to the team and judging by the blood loss you endured it wasn’t going to be you.

“I mean next time we do a mission duh. What did you think I meant like that?” 

“Sounded like you thought there wouldn’t be a next time. Y/N..Are you okay?”

“Yeah! Yeah..I’m okay Adrian just cold still..” He nodded curling you into him. 

“I’ll do my best to keep you warm.” 

That was the last thing you heard before falling asleep. Adrian gripped you close to him staying awake to make sure no one was near. He was scared. 

You both were being hunted and you were hurt. You were shivering and hurt. He was struggling to make sure he kept everything together. 

The next morning, you woke up too Adrian carrying you on his back.

“Sorry..You could put me down..”

“No I checked your leg. No pressure on it so I’ll be carrying you.”

“Adrian you can’t protect us both and carry me at the same time. I can walk-”

“Don’t lie to me. I can tell when you’re lying. You clench your fist when you lie. You did it last night when i asked if you were okay.”

“Adrian..I promise I’m okay..”

“So if I put you down you will be able to stand up without my help?” You grunted before nodding.

“Yes. Yes I will.” Adrian set you down turning around quickly to catch you the second you stumbled.

“You were saying.”

“S-So maybe my leg is a little bit mixed up but I can’t have you carrying me. You need to be able to protect us with all of your strength.”

He needed to be able to run incase you both were caught. You would slow him down.

“Y/N I will be more than capable of protecting us both so now come on let me carry you- HOLY SHIT YOU’RE FREEZING!” You jumped at his outburst.

“No I-I am not-”

“Stop! Stop lying! Please! It’s so obvious you’re not okay! Come on!” Adrian lifted you up bridal style carrying you.

“We need to find the team okay-”

A gunshot cut Adrian off.

“I found them over here!” 

Your eyes widened hearing random mens voices. Adrian quickly moved gripping you tightly.

“We need to hide they’re too close.” He whispered out. You shook your head shivering.

“Adrian you might need to leave me-“

“Not a chance. No way in hell am I leaving you-“

“I’m dead weight.”

“What?!” He whisper shouted angrily. “You are not dead fucking weight!”

“Y-yes I-I am..I’m gonna be honest I’m so c-cold and kinda growing numb. I’ve felt dizzy since I’ve w-woken up and my leg is hurting badly t-to t-the point I wanna cry..”

“Why haven’t you said anything?! I’ve been checking in-“

“And I didn’t wanna worry you A-Adrian…I’m scared t-though t-too. I don’t want you getting h-hurt..” Adrian gritted his teeth shaking his head.

“I’m not leaving you behind.”

“It m-might be the best t-thing-“ You choked a bit on a sob as Adrian shook his head.

“No. Okay fuck no. I’m not even letting you finish that sentence. We are both gonna get out of here and go home. We’re gonna get that leg patched up and you in warm clothing. And I’m gonna spend the rest of my life making this up to you.”

“Y-you have nothing t-to m-make up for-“

“Yes I do. All of this is my fault. You getting hurt and you hiding your pain-“

“Not your fault-“ A gunshot rung out cutting you off.

“Adrian I need you to know t-that none of this is your fault. N-none of it. You didn’t know any of this would h-happen. You couldn’t have k-known. You need t-to get out of here n-now!”

You shoved Adrian away from you as best as you could hearing the footsteps approach. Adrian grew upset bending down and throwing you over his shoulder.

“You’re my eyes from the back. I’m not leaving you Y/N. So stop trying to get me too.” 

Adrian kept running growing anxious hearing the men chasing you both now from behind. You shivered in his hold grabbing his knife from his pocket in case you needed to help defend him. 

The men grew closer as Adrian ran swiftly through the woods. He stopped hiding himself behind a tree gently placing you down to rest against him.

“Hold on to me..” He whispered out as one of the men walked around the area. You gripped his knife tightly shaking not only from fear but you were cold.

“Adrian..” He hummed before looking down in shock. “I can’t stand for much longer my leg is numb..”

You were pale. Really pale. Adrian didn’t really have a good look at you till now. It was almost like you were sick. 

Now that he really thought about it, you lost a lot of blood. You said your leg felt numb. 

He needed to get you help and he needed to do it now. Adrian took the knife from you helping you settle down against the tree.

“I got you. I got you..I’m gonna get us out of this. I know I’ve been saying that but I swear to you I’m getting you out of this so stay here for me okay..”

“O-okay..” 

Nothing started making sense now. You just knew the sound of Adrian’s voice was becoming soothing. 

Adrian treaded lightly around the man nearby. There was total of four. He was trained for this. 

Every night he had to hunt down criminals. This was no different. He just needed to keep them away from you. 

Adrian gripped his knife quickly grabbing the man putting him in a chokehold. Swiftly he cracked the mans neck dropping him to the floor. He only had one goal in mind.

It played in a loop. Protect you. Protect you. Protect you.

He let you down once. He couldn’t do it again. One of them was down. Only two more to go. Adrian grabbed the mans jacket off of him running back to you.

“Hey hey..Wake up..” You peeked your open feeling something warm envelope you. “I got you something that should help..I’ll be back..”

Weakly nodding, you fell back to sleep. Adrian gave you a small smile removing his helmet to set gently on your head. He wanted you to have some comfort.

He didn’t stray too far from you. Adrian waited for them to get close enough to take them out. The next man he took down was even easier than the last one.

Adrian threw his knife striking him dead straight through the center of his head right where his eyebrows met. Extracting the knife, he wiped it across his pants giving a small listen for the last man who had been hunting you both.

He had managed to slip past Adrian and stumbled across you.

Feeling something kick your foot, you shifted a bit jumping once hearing a chuckle that you knew did not belong to Adrian. Crying out as the man pressed his foot into your wounded thigh.

That was all it took for Adrian to race back to you.

“Poor little lamb. Vigilante left you all alone huh? Hey boys! You’ll never guess who I found! Now where are the blueprints?” He crouched down yanking the mask off of you.

“F-fuck you.” You stuttered out feeling around for something that could help you. Anything.

The man smiled wickedly grabbing your chin. He grimaced spitting onto the floor. “Man you look worse for wear. No wonder Vigilante left you. You’re practically dead weight.”

“It’s what I said…H-he didn’t really listen. S-see V-vigilante is o-one of the n-nicest people I know..H-he would n-never leave me here e-even if I b-begged.”

“So you saying he’s someone nearby then huh? With the blueprints.” You nodded. “Perfect means I no longer need you.”

He stood up towering over you. You gripped Adrian’s mask tightly fearlessly staring the man in the eye. “D-don’t. You w-will regret i-it.”

“Well I don’t see Vigilante anywhere to make me regret it.”

“I’m right here motherfucker.” Adrian grabbed the man’s head pulling it back swiftly using his knife to slice his throat open. You sighed in relief as blood spurted out.

Adrian dropped the man like a rag doll bending down to check you over. “You okay? Did he hurt you? I swear to god I will make him pay-“

“I’m okay.. I’m o-okay..Everything d-doesn’t hurt anymore.” Adrian winced seeing your wound bleeding again. He shook his head not wanting to listen to your words.

“Come on we’re going home.” You smiled letting him pick you up.

“Good I wanna go home.” Adrian kissed your forehead at your whisper racing off. He shook you awake every time he saw your eyes droop.

“Stay with me yeah? You slept a lot already.” You blinked struggling to keep your eyes open.

“Sorry m’just tired..”

“I know but you can sleep once we get you home. So talk to me yeah? Tell me a funny story or something.”

“I’m not the funny one. You are..”

“Totally not true you make me laugh all the time. It’s one of the reasons why I love you.”

“You love me?” Adrian nodded without hesitation.

“Yes I love you. I’m not just saying that cause I’m freaking out over you being hurt. You don’t have to reply back either but I love you.”

“That’s the first time you’ve ever said that.”

“I know..I wanted to tell you at a less dire time. I had planned on doing it soon too. Hopefully it would be in bed with you but I need you to know that now. I love you so please stay awake.”

“I love you too.” Adrian felt a lump form in his throat gripping you tightly. “I’m so tired though. Sorry I know you’ve been doing most of the work.”

“Don’t be sorry it’s my fault we’re in this mess. I know you said it’s not but it is. Everything you did to protect me was my fault. It’s why you lied about hurting and why you wanted me to leave you.”

“Adrian..I need you to know right now that none of what I do is your fault. I chose to hide it from you. I chose to take that gunshot for you. And if I had to make these decisions again I would do the exact same thing.”

“How is that not my fault?! You love me and I made you hurt-“

“They’re not your fault because they are my decisions. No one understand the way I feel for you. Not even you.” You felt warm tears slide down your cold cheeks as Adrian sniffled.

“Yeah well they’re stupid decisions.”

“Guess you’re not the only one who’s dumb then. Makes us p-perfect for each other.”

Adrian nodded stopping in his tracks hearing a familiar voice in the distance.

“HARCOURT!!!! HARCOURT!! EMILIA!!!” You flinched at Adrian’s roar.

“CHASE IS THAT YOU!?”

“WE’RE OVER HERE! PLEASE WE ARE OVER HERE!!! I NEED HELP! SHE NEEDS HELP!!!”

“They found us..” You smiled as Adrian nodded kissing your forehead.

“Yeah bare with me yelling a bit okay? SHE’S HURT WE NEED HELP!!”

That was the last thing you heard before your vision went black.

The next time you awoke was from the feeling of someone hugging you. Blinking your eyes open, you took a small look around glancing up once you felt something tighten around your waist.

It was Adrian.

“You’re okay. I got us out. You’re okay..” He kept muttering to himself. You tried to shift but stopped wincing from the pain in your leg.

“Careful you don’t wanna tear your stitches.” Adrian smiled seeing you wearily stare up at him. “Yeah there she is. Emilia found us remember. We got you cleaned up.”

“Oh…where are we?” Adrian sat up reluctantly letting you go to reach over for the bottle of water he had saved for you.

“Drink up. You were severely dehydrated. Both of us were.” You appreciatively took small sips clearing your throat. “Also we are home. Took you to a doctor got you cleaned up and here at home.”

You smiled kissing Adrian’s chest. “Knew you’d get us home..”

“I promised i would..it was my fault we were in this whole mess-“

“Adrian Chase it was not your fault. If you say that one more time I will limp away to go sleep in the living room.”

“If you limp out of this room I will drag you back to this bed…I know you don’t want me to say it’s my fault so can I at least say I’m sorry..”

“You have nothing to apologize for-“

“Yes I do. I’m sorry I let my insecurities screw up our mission.” You nodded.

“I’ll accept your apology on letting your insecurities get to you but not on screwing up the mission. I have a feeling we would’ve been caught either way.”

“Maybe you’re right…”

“I know I am…Adrian did you mean it by the way?”

“Mean what?” You nervously shifted against him hiding your face in his chest.

“When you said you loved me?..” Adrian grew silent as you adjusted throwing your leg over his hip scared of his response.

“Of course I meant it. Why would I have not?” Adrian cradled your cheek softly rubbing his thumb across it. “I’m a terrible liar you know that.”

“I know you are. I love you too by the way so please don’t think for a second I don’t..”

“I never doubted you for a second well that’s not true maybe a small small part of me did when you said it but I know you do love me. Cause I trust you.”

“You trusting me means more to me than you’ll ever know. I trust you too. You’re the only one to ever make me feel safe.” Adrian nodded kissing you softly.

“I’ll always keep you safe.”

“I never doubted you wouldn’t.”