#when we did finally find my car it was a a block over from where I'd turned him down a different street

[fayeandknight]

He's just so good. We're on vacation currently and last night we went out to dinner with a large group, I want to say 14 people, and Forte came along. He tucked into the corner and dozed for most of it.

He did have a little bit of a hard time settling after I acknowledged his alert but declined DPT. He repositioned himself several times and tried to subtly to DPT by putting his head in my lap. But even with that when we got up to leave multiple people, including our server and members of my party, exclaimed that they'd forgotten he was there.

That alone would have impressed me because I rarely go to restaurants and even less so with such a large group.

It was dark and raining when we left and although I told Forte to find the car, I wasn't confident because I'd parked a few streets down and back. I ended up turning down a street when he wanted to go to the next one. Then we both got turned around and the rain picked up.

Forte never broke position (fmp) or pulled too hard. In the dark and the pouring rain with thunder and lightning, he gamely kept trying to locate my car. After about 20 or so minutes I started to really panic and probably wouldn't have kept wandering around getting more lost. But Forte stopped and nudged my hands and made me refocus on him until I calmed down enough to call someone.

While we waited for help (under an awning) he laid quietly and calmly. Even when a drunk group of guys came out of the restaurant and started gawking over "the big wolf".

He's so good and steadfast and I'm so incredibly proud of him.

[thebestandworstdayofjune]

i'm down on my knees, i wanna take you there

summary: you are suiting up for your first mission, the only problem being everyone "forgot" (intentionally withheld) this information from Logan wc: 2.3k a/n: thank you thank you so much for all of your support about my other Logan fic!! I am really enjoying writing for him, and have a few ideas for this Logan as well as some for Worst!Wolverine aka Deadpool 3!Logan as well! More info about empath!reader's powers and her role at the school in this one <3 warnings: slight (incredibly) slight angst, protective!Logan, a bit of a hurt comfort vibe, Ororo, Scott and Jean are meddlers this is the previous fic with these two, not required reading at all, though!

The leather was cool and surprisingly soft against your skin. There had never been reason for you to have to accompany a mission requiring one of the suits before, and you were shocked at how comfortable the uniform was. Typically, when you were asked to help with a mission, you were there for intel. Scope the place out, get a read on the general vibe of the place. Your powers didn’t provide the same level of protection as laser eyes or a strong regenerative healing factor. You would typically arrive with Rogue, in clothes from your own closet and one of the least fancy cars from the garage. You would slip in, get your read, and get out. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to help, you just lacked the training that the other members of the team had. And after all, someone had to stay back to mind things at the school. When Charles had approached you a few months ago about some possible applications for your mutation that would come in handy on missions, you’d been hesitant. It was so outside of your comfort zone to load yourself onto a jet that you’d never even considered the possibility. You were far more comfortable in the library where you held English classes for the students, or helping Charles keep students calm while exploring their powers. Neither scenario included the possibility of a lot of violence. 

Ororo helped you finish zipping yourself into the suit, smoothing her hands along the sleeves before giving you a final nod of approval. Jean and Scott granted you small smiles and you did your best to look as confident as you knew they felt. 

They’d promised it was a simple mission, the kind they usually took students on when Charles felt they were ready to join the team, if that’s what they decided to do after wrapping up their schooling. Charles had heard word of a young mutant who had some kind of telekinetic powers and had recently had an eruption while at school. Everyone agreed that it would be best to find them and convince them to return to the school for some training with as little force as possible, only expedited by the fact that Charles had found them hungry and afraid after running away from home using Cerebro. In the past, the kids had been resistant due to huge amounts of fear, causing them to lash out. You knew they were right that your powers would be useful at times like these, and if you were able to help in any way you were inclined to. 

“The fuck do you think you’re doing to her?” You sighed. It wasn’t that you were all conspiring to keep this a secret from Logan. It wasn’t a discussion that you’d had to agree on group espionage. It just seemed that all of you had a sort of understanding that it might be better to ask forgiveness rather than permission. Not that you needed permission. 

Logan looked furious, and what’s worse, he felt furious. You and Charles had been working to extend your powers over further distances, no longer needing to touch someone directly to know how they feel. Though it certainly doesn’t hurt matters. You’d sensed him upstairs, seemingly pacing around and seething. You’d hoped one of the kids had gotten on his nerves, or something on tv had set him off. You could see that was foolish now. 

“We aren’t doing anything to her,” Scott had his visor on, blocking his eyes from view, but you didn’t need to see to know that he was rolling his eyes. “She’s chosen to accompany us on a mission.” 

“A small mission!” Ororo chimed in, doing her best to give Logan a reassuring smile. 

You checked back in with his aura. Still furious. But it was a nice try, you supposed. Logan’s hackles were raised, his chest heaving. This certainly wouldn’t do. “Can I have a moment with you,” you glanced around the room, briefly meeting the other three mutant’s eyes. “Alone?” 

Logan was still staring daggers at Scott. He wasn’t even the one who suggested you were ready to come along. Jean and Charles had approached you this morning. You laid a hand against his arm, hoping to lead him out of the room, but he flinched away. The pang in your heart was immediate. Did he really think you were so callous that you would ever use your powers without his express permission, or some kind of emergency. You could feel the tears starting to gather in the corner of your eye, your arms wrapping protectively around your midsection. 

Jean slipped one arm through Scott’s and took Ororo’s hand with her other, gently leading them out of the room. “We are going to check a few things with the jet, last minute.” She began to hustle them out of the room. “Call if you need anything!” 

The door shut firmly behind them, and you were left alone with Logan, who looked like he was going to start shaking. “I wasn’t going to-”

“You don’t think I know that?” You can’t help but recoil. You have never been afraid of Logan, even when it may have been in your best judgement to be wary, and you still aren’t. But you can’t deny that it hurts when he snaps at you. Especially when you thought, well. You thought you were growing close. You started to turn away, but before you could, a warm hand caught ahold of your arm. “I’m not… fuck.” He took a heaving breath, shaking his head as if he could clear whatever thoughts were bothering him. “I’m not mad.” 

Despite the serious energy of the conversation, you couldn’t help the incredulous look you shot his way. He tried his best to hide it, but you could see the corner of his mouth turning up at you. “Fine, I’m not mad at you.” 

“You know, you really can’t be mad at anyone, they were just doing-” you were cut off when you fell Logan’s hand traveling down your arm, and pushing your sleeve up gently from where it was covering your hand. He slipped his hand into yours and you felt yourself relax a bit. “Just, take a look, yeah?” 

“Are you sure you want me to?”

“I trust you, bub.” You searched his eyes for any sign of hesitancy, but all you found was trust. Complete and utter trust. You nodded, tightening your own grip on his hand. Doing your best not to let the gentle rub of his thumb against your knuckles distract you, you took a deep breath and opened yourself up to his feelings. 

At first you did feel anger, bright red and hot. You sifted past it, steeling yourself. The first time you had encountered such strong anger, you had felt as if you were going to collapse. But you were stronger now, more prepared to deal with these kinds of feelings. The anger was strong, but also surprisingly shallow. In the depths of his emotions, Logan was worried. Terrified. A deep dark purple that made your own hands shake. His grip on your hand tightened, effectively drawing you back to yourself. There was more, a soft inviting pink that you didn’t dare to touch and shiny bright gold, which told you he was proud. 

You opened your eyes, fighting back the heat you felt creeping onto your cheeks. His expression hadn’t changed, pure trust and tenderness. It should have been disarming, or at the very least surprising. Logan wasn’t so open and honest with people. But the two of you had always had different expectations for the other. 

You couldn’t help it, a smile crept over your features. “You’re proud of me?” 

He rolled his eyes, but his smile only grew. He took your free hand in his, pulling you in closer. “I’m always proud of you.” He hesitated for a brief moment, and you did your best to bite your tongue. You could tell Logan had been making an effort to open up lately, and not just to you, but that didn’t make prolonged silences and easier to bear. “I know it’s not my place to demand anything of you.” 

“You’re my… friend.” You cut him off, wincing at the pause. It didn’t feel like the time to pressure him into labeling whatever feelings may be floating around. “And I always want to hear my friend’s opinions. What’s bothering you so badly?” 

“I could hear your heartbeat from upstairs.” Your eyes grew wide, too shocked to try to school your expression. Logan had told you several times that he had learned to block out his enhanced hearing when he was quite young. Usually to tease you when you got on a long tangent about something you enjoyed. He pretended to zone out and ignore you, but he would always remember small details about your rants, bringing them up nonchalantly at a later date  “I, uh, keep an ear out sometimes. Helps with the worry.” 

He worries about you? Even more surprising, he’s listening to your heartbeat like background music to his day. You promise yourself you will ask him about it when you don’t have a room full of your friends waiting on you. “I thought we’d covered this. I can take care of myself.” 

He sighed, bringing a hand to rest gently where your jaw meets your neck. “Sweetheart, I know you can. But that doesn’t stop me from watching out for you.” 

Your hand moved to rest overtop of his. “The good news is that I will have lots of people watching out for me. You know they won’t let anything happen.” You receive a single huff in return. He’s not convinced. “You know that these are the kinds of missions we send the kids on. I’ll be fine.” 

He considers for a moment, before dropping his hand and nodding. “Give me a second to get changed, and we will head out.” 

You grabbed for his hand, but he was already out the door, and moving too fast for you to stop. “Logan, don’t be ridiculous.” 

“What’s ridiculous is you thinking that I would ever let you go out there alone.” 

“As we already established, I have three very capable friends coming with me. I am only going as a contingency plan.”

“Well then consider me the contingency to the contingency plan.” You huffed, following him next door. 

You darted around in front of Logan, pushing against his chest with all your strength, even if you were fully aware that it was the equivalent of a fly buzzing around him. He stopped all the same, eyebrows pulled together in frustration. “I know you’re worried and I know that this is you trying to help.” Logan had his I’m about to interrupt you look on his face, leaving you to shove him again. Thankfully, he understood your intention. “This is important to me. You can’t be there every time, and I have to stand on my own two feet. I want to contribute to the work we do here more than just teaching kids about how awesome Shakespeare is.” The look was back. “Which is still an important contribution.” You added, which seemed to appease him. “But, I don’t want it to be my only contribution. So I am going to go and make sure that this scared kid who is all alone out there makes it back here safe. And you are going to stay here and make sure that everyone gets dinner and help with their assignments. And then when I get back, we are going to have a talk about all this.” 

“All this?” A smile crept back onto your face, hearing the teasing tone in his voice. 

“Oh my god shut up!” He caught your hands before they made contact with his chest, but he was slow to let go this time. He brought the back of both of your hands to his mouth, dropping a small kiss on each one, before returning your hands to your side. 

“If you come back with so much as a bump to the head, Scott’s dead.” 

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, and pointing out that this was exactly what you were talking about earlier did little to sway him. So you gave in, agreeing to give him a full report before slipping your hand into his and tugging him towards the jet. 

“We’ll be back in a bit.” You promised. You could feel the others staring from just inside the jet, but you barely noticed. Logan was checking over your suit meticulously, tugging zippers a few more clicks up and making sure that the collar wasn’t too tight around your neck. He kneeled down, checking to make sure the laces on your boots were double knotted. “Logan,” you laughed, reaching down to tilt his head up to look at you. “I’m too seconds away from sending a lot of exhaustion your way and leaving you passed out in here. You have to let me go, it’s going to be fine.” 

He remained kneeling for a second too long, a look in his eyes you couldn’t entirely place. The sound of the jet powering on broke the both of you out of your trance. He was on his feet in a flash, checking over you one final time. You rose up on your tippy toes, balancing by resting your hands on his shoulders, before gently kissing him on the cheek. You pulled back, nose scrunched up from the tickle of his facial hair. “We’ll be back in a few hours. Hold down the fort for us, yeah?” 

He nodded, pupils slightly blown out and a dreamy look on his face. You giggled, walking backwards for as long as you can before turning around and finding a seat on the jet. You could feel Jean and Scott’s eyes on you as Ororo began maneuvering the jet out of the garage. “Don’t even start.” You muttered, settling firmly into your seat, doing your best to soak up the pride and confidence the others were projecting into the cockpit. 

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[hamilando]

ੈ✩ cowboy ride or ring ? (smau) ੈ✩

pairing : max verstappen x norris! reader

summary: a move will test where the heart lies

tw : fluff, suggestive

fc : nailea devora

a/n : this was requested anonymously ! lysm 🫶🏻

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wdcrider being a cowgirl for halloween because my riding skills have no complains

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chillijr why sing up for pornhub when the whole thing is right here

lordpercival you are going to get your account banned

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max1 it’s meta not FIA

norriz CAN YOU LIKE NOT !?

norriz HOW ARE YOU AN INTROVERT !?

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wdcrider how I feel knowing I am the only norris who gets to suck the verstappen dick

norriz AND I HAVE NO INTEREST IN HIM Y/N

norriz unless he lets me win the wdc, I don’t mind sucking

max1 ew

max1 you both are siblings fr

lilyhye but my girl is serving looks, SLAY MOMMY

wdcrider ITS SLAY COWGIRL

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wdcrider telling mum about your 231 hookups

norizz EXCUSE ME !? I AM ALSO TELLING MUM

wdcrider about what? how I have one dick since like 4 years or that you can’t stay fixed on one ?

norriz HEY! I WAS COMMITED FEW TIMES

wdcrider ONLY TWICE, ONCE FOR LIKE A YEAR AND THE SECOND TIME FOR LIKE 3 MONTHS !?

norriz not my fault

wdcrider accept it, you don’t last with anyone for more than 5 days, surprised how you are with mclaren for so long

georgey calm down you two ratatouille rats, doesn’t lando’s recent situationship follow you ?

norriz fuck, bye , I don’t get married, it’s all on you dear sister

wdcrider well I am getting married because of you dear brother, so thank you 🤩

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wdcrider my man got me pink drink to show off my ring, what did yours do ?

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alexmieux mine didn’t get a FIA penalty 🤭

lilyhye mine crashed his car 😉

carvroom mine is obsessing over Lewis

rebecamour mine is jobless

chillijr I do have a seat at Williams.

wdcrider technically jobless

albono what do you mean all these years …?

colawithice yes alex, I am off to redbull

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colawithice MOMMY 🤓

max1 sorry, I am young to be a dad

wdcrider who asked you to be the dad?

colawithice mommy 😚

wdcrider it’s ok baby, you go beat him

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wdcrider max said that he will only marry me if I finish my finals

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norriz great, you both are never marrying

norriz you pass any of your subjects and I am laying for your honeymoon

max1 well I am actually financially well off, so I can pay for it myself

wdcrider GO MY HUSBAND ! ! AND WAIT, LET HIM PAY

wdcrider I passed interior designing

norriz what bout the other 4 ?

wdcrider YOU SAID ANY

chillijr when is the wedding tho ?

wdcrider after yours and Rebecca

rebecamour 🤭🫶🏻

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rebecamour the couch is waiting for you for the century

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maxverstappen the one who gave me wings @ ynverstappen

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f1wags BREAKING ! FORMULA ONE WORLD CHAMPION MAX VERSTAPPEN IS MARRIED TO HIS LONG TIME GIRLFRIEND Y/N VERSTAPPEN. Currently no information is available as the couple seems to be very private about their relationship, the only picture which we could find of y/n is on alexandra mieux’s Instagram from 2021 when her account was private.

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user1 and I oop-

user2 well, that’s enough Instagram for today

user3 HELLOOO!?

user4 MAX YOU CANT DO THIS !?

user5 ITS LANDO'S SISTER !?

user6 oh god, the fights-

user7 MAX BAGGED THE NORRIS SISTER !?

user8 HOW IS MAX ALIVE ?

user9 Max may beat him in f1, but in life Lando will beat him up

user10 the amount of plot twists -

user11 now imagine saying Franco got the rebull seat

redbullracingf1 yes.

user11 BAHAHAH WHAT !?

user12 STOP, ENOUGH NEWS TO DIGEST FOR A DAY

[rumplereids]

hii!! i’ve read some of your docs and they are just awesome !!

i wanted to ask you if you could write a fic (paring Spencer x fem!Reader) about the BAU chasing the unsub and they manage to catch him, tough he did fire some shots that didn’t hurt anyone except reader but reader doesn’t realise it until she starts to feel dizzy and feels her shirt wet only to find a gun wound on her side, spencer is really worried etc etc.. you know an hurt/comfort !! :3

sorry for my bad english 😞😞

take your time !! :33

tags: spencer reid x fem!reader. hurt/comfort. reader gets shot. blood. reader using sexual jokes as a coping mechanism. a/n: unedited! set around season 12, bcos i just rewatched the s11 finale lol. i also took some creative liberties but i hope u still like this :) masterlist. requests are open !

There’s something Spencer always did before the team goes out to take down an unsub.

First, in the car, in the calm before a probable storm, he would take two fingers into the collar of your bulletproof vest. He’d tug on the back, checking the tightness of the straps while confined in the SUV’s backseat. And then, the same hand would run down your back. A comforting gesture that grounds him more than he’d admit. And lastly, he’d take your hand in his. Squeeze it three times in a silent ‘I love you’. He’ll wait for you to squeeze back, and your eyes would meet for a second, words unneeded as your gaze tells each other to take care.

It’s a routine done even before you officially got together. Tonight was different.

You were on the way back to the station after re-interviewing a witness with Rossi. You’re sat on the passenger seat, notepad in hand, attempting to arrange your thoughts on the case. A ringtone coming from the car speaker distracts you from your musings. Rossi reaches over to accept the call.

“Yeah, Hotch?”

“We found him. Garcia sent the location to your cells. You’re 20 minutes away from the address, but do not engage. Keep your distance and wait for the rest of us.” Hotch drops the call after you reply with an “On it, boss.” You flip a switch on the console, turning on the sirens.

“I still hate how loud these things are,” you make a passing comment.

Rossi spares you a glance, a bemused look in his eyes, “I haven’t gotten used to it either.”

You turn to reach for your vest behind the passenger seat. After putting it on, you triple check the straps. And then, you unholster your standard issue pistol, thumb on the catch, before you check your mag.

Rossi’s turning the corner while you holster your gun, reaching over, you turn off the siren. Based on the profile, this unsub will not hesitate to draw guns if met with law enforcement. Best not give him a heads up. A few blocks ahead, you see the bright neon sign of the motel the unsub is hiding in. Rossi shifts the SUV into a slow crawl. He stops a block away, a safe distance that still gave you a good vantage point of the motel. You keep a lookout, Rossi putting on his vest while your eyes pass over each entrance, exit, and window on the two-storey building. You notice movement on the first floor. A shadow behind a curtain on the second floor.

You’re starting to get antsy when the rest of the team, and the local cops arrive. You quickly open your door, walking toward where Hotch, Tara, and Spencer were huddled by the trunk of a precinct car.

“Are you attempting to negotiate?” Rossi asks from your side. Spencer’s eyes meet yours from where he’s hunched over a map. Embedding the floorplan into his mind. You watch his eyes rake over your body twice. Eyes running to each strap on your vest. Your heart warms at the gesture.

“He has hostages,” Hotch’s voice breaks your eye contact with Spencer. The sheriff walks toward your team, a megaphone in hand. Hotch thanks the sheriff, turns on the speaker, and begins to call out for the unsub.

“Bryan Masen! FBI! Come out with your hands above your head!”

You see the shadow shift on the second floor. And then, a loud bang. Bryan Masen has an assault rifle, shooting out of the windows of the motel lobby, while a second unsub shoots their own rifle from the second floor. In all the chaos of gunshots and screams, your mind rotates through three things; Is Spencer okay? A partner wasn’t in the profile. My ribs hurt. Is Spencer okay? A partner wasn’t in the profile. My ribs hurt. Where’s Spenc—

The following silence was deafening.

And then, a group of uniforms led by Hotch and JJ move in on the motel. You begin to stand, intending to join the second group of uniforms with Luke and Rossi. Subconsciously, your hand presses against your side. It’s warm. And wet. You take one step forward. Hear Spencer call out your name. And then, it all turns black.

Spencer’s hands won’t stop shaking. He stares at it. The red on his palms. It’s drying, and all he can do is stare blankly at it. His knee jerks. It won’t stop. He feels a hand on his shoulder. Heavy. Comforting. Unwanted. He hears Luke ask him if he needed anything. He can’t hear his own reply. Hunched over his bloodied hands, he sees the boots peeking between his fingers. Black. Leather. Heeled. JJ tries to get him to wash his hands. He feels hands guide him to a sink. That same hand on his shoulder leaving when smaller hands take his in their own. The water is cold between his fingers. The hand scrubbing his knuckles is warm. He can’t afford to look away. Can’t risk his eyes closing for more than a blink. He needed to be distracted by something. Knowing that if mind was preoccupied by any other menial thing, he won’t be forced to see your body falling onto the sandy ground. Over and over. The scream in his throat. The thud. The frantic hands. Red, red, red. Pale lips and eyes closed. Over and over.

He has half a mind to stop JJ from cleaning his hands. But then, the faucet turns off. Paper towels are pressed into his hands, and JJ guides him back to where the rest of the team are waiting. Their silence tells him that there hasn’t been anything new. He falls into a chair. Numbers. Statistics. That can help him focus on something else.

The number of GSWs treated per biennium increased from 1,349 in 1996-1997 to 1,484 in 2014-2015, with a 59% increase occurring from 2010-2011 to 2014-2015. Overall mortality was 14.6%—

An unfamiliar name calls out your name.

He stands before anyone else can react. Like a wolf descending on a prey, he begins a barrage of questions; “Where is she? Is she okay? Is she ali—”

“She alive and well. The shrapnel missed any major arteries, and we were able to take every fragment out. Major bruising around her ribs. She’s currently sedated, but you can come and see her.”

Spencer bites back an attempt to snap, wanting to raise his voice and demand that they bring him to her already. But he doubts you’d let him get away with such a behavior. And so he silently follows after the doctor, fists pressed against his sides, thumb popping a knuckle.

When he enters your room, it’s dimly lit. But he can see your face, and the bruise on your cheek from when you fell unconscious. His eyes take you in, every inch of you. The hair pulled behind your ears. The medical gown covering pallor skin. The tube connected to the crook of your elbow. He reaches a hand out, smoothing your hair, before taking a deep breath in. He remembers your comment about the smell of hospitals.

“I’ll stay with her,” he mumbles. Two fingers pushing down the collar of your hospital gown. You don’t like it when your clothes bunch up around your neck. His fingers subconsciously move to trace the side of your throat. Moving to feel the beat of your pulse beneath his fingertips.

“I’ll bring your bags back in an hour,” he nods once to acknowledge JJ’s words.

“Thank you,” he coughs away the lump in his throat. You’re alive. You’ll be awake in a few hours. You can go home by the end of the week. He forces himself to feel optimistic.

“Get some rest if you can, Reid,” Hotch speaks from where he’s standing nearest to the door.

He nods, opting not to say anything. Unable to make promises.

Your eyes are heavy when you come to. You can feel the crust on your lids. The cool of the AC against your cheek. Slowly, you open your eyes. There’s a painting of a grassy field on the wall in front of you. You turn your head. Spencer has his socked feet up on the armchair. Curling into himself to fit better. He has his focus on your copy of Pride and Prejudice. You can tell it’s yours by the sticky tabs peeking between the pages.

“Spence?” your voice is throaty and hoarse. Struggling to crawl out. He still hears it, anyway.

“Oh, baby,” he drops your book on the chair, moving to sit by your side. His forehead presses against yours, his hands cup your jaw. Spencer presses a kiss on the apple of your cheek.

“You scared me,” he confesses with a whisper.

“I’m okay now,” you bring a hand into his hair. He moves his kisses down to your jaw.

“I was so afraid of losing you.”

You take his kisses as he freely gives them. He hides his face into your neck, kissing where it meets your shoulder. You move your hand down to scratch where his hair ends before his nape. “You could never get rid of me,” you say with a small smile. He presses a kiss where your neck meets your ear.

Right hand on your cheek, left hand going down to grip the flesh below your scapula. Slender thumb and finger pinching the softness behind your armpit. He breathes in the scent of you. Your hand starts to massage the muscle where his neck and shoulder meet. You know that he feels heavy there whenever he gets stressed out. You want to crack a joke at how tense he is, but keep it in and choose to give him comfort instead.

“I love you,” his lips whisper against your skin.

You sigh, the sound making him look up to meet your eyes.

“I was so scared too,” it was your turn to confess.

“You’re okay. We’re both okay,” he moves his hands to take yours into his. You squeeze his hands thrice.

“I asked Hotch to give me time off while you’re on medical leave.”

“You did?”

He squeezes your hand back. Three times like you both always have, and always will.

“I also had to call your family,”

He watches you grimace, “How did they take it?” He gives you a slight wince of a smile.

You let out a sigh, “I’ll call them in a bit.”

“Your mom is taking a flight to Washington,” he informs you.

“That sucks. We won’t have the house to ourselves for at least a month.”

He raises a brow at you, “Why would it matter? You’re not allowed any strenuous activity for three.”

You give Spencer a little pout, chastised that he easily called you out, “That’s just mean.”

He gives you a withering look, “Behave.” He gives you one more kiss on the cheek, moving to stand from your bed. He has to tell the team you’re awake. Taking your phone from the end table, he begins to draft a text.

“I still have my hands, you know.”

He turns to you, caught off guard. Disbelief painting his features.

“You did not just say that,” he says.

You stick a tongue out.

“Stop it. You’re injured,” he says with a slight reprimand.

“So? That didn’t stop us when your knee got shot.”

His mouth falls open, “I can’t believe you.”

“Three months is just a recommendation. You would know.”

You grin at the blush that takes over his face.

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[dearhargrove]

Heyyy!! I have another eddie diaz request if that's okay? This time Eddie is planning to propose to reader and is a bit nervous but possibly gets chris involved holding a sign and turns around to eddie on one knee? Or they're at home getting ready for bed and he just proposes there and then as he can't think of a more perfect time. The first idea could be at home or the firehouse? All cute adorable and fluffy. Thank you!

Proposal

summary You're scared when Eddie calls you and tells you to urgently come to the firehouse - turns out there's no reason to be scared.

word count 1170

tags just pure fluff, Chris is a precious angel and I'll fight for him w my life

a/n unsure about this but here we go!! Thanks for the request <3

masterlist

You're preparing dinner when your phone rings - the ringtone you'd picked specifically for Eddie.

“What's up?” You ask, putting him on speaker so you can keep your focus on the vegetables you're chopping.

“Can you come over? To the station?” He doesn't sound relaxed - as you'd expected - but instead he sounds stressed and nervous, speaking hushed and fast. “Uhm, yeah. What's going on, Eddie?”

You hear him clearing his throat but he doesn't answer your question, “Just please come over.” Now you were actually freaked out. Wasn't he in the middle of a shift? Why would he need you to come over? Chris was at school and all of your mutual friends were with him.

Before you can try getting him to talk and explain what's going on he hangs up, leaving you in the dark.

You shove the vegetables into a Tupperware box and store them in the fridge before grabbing your keys and hurrying to your car.

When you arrive about ten minutes later you almost forget to lock your car, already calling for Eddie. Noting how instead of the usual buzzing around of several people, the firehouse seemed empty.

“Eddie?” You call out again, walking between the firetrucks with your phone clutched in your hand as you'd forgotten your purse in the hurry.

Huffing when you can't find him you stop walking and look around again, “Eddie! I came as quickly as I could, where are you and what was so urgent?” You hope he's the one hearing you and not some colleague you'd never met because that would just be embarrassing.

He looks over the railing of the loft, a pinched expression but otherwise fine expression on his face. He didn't seem to be in pain nor in any haste - you were getting gradually more annoyed by the fact you had sped here, expecting some grand emergency.

“Come up,” he says and licks his lips, a habit of his when he is nervous. You squint suspiciously and walk up the stairs.

When you do, he stands at the end of the stairs, blocking your vision from the rest of the loft.

“Eddie? What the hell is going on?”

He swallows and you can see some sweat beading on his forehead and temple. Worriedly you put the back of your hand against his forehead, not feeling any high temperature which simply confuses you more. He stares basically blankly at you before finally moving again.

“Baby,” he starts and at any other time you would've immediately smiled and melted into a puddle of adoration for this man, but right now you're slightly pissed he'd stressed you for seemingly no reason.

“We've been together for almost two years.” He keeps going and you nod slowly. What is he getting at?

“I love you. More than anything else.” You smile and chuckle a bit, “Excluding Chris…” He looks down with a short laugh and nod, “He loves you too.”

“Eddie, this is super cute and wholesome but why did you want me to come here for that? Any near death experiences I should know about that prompted this?”

He bites his lip and shakes his head. He slowly and gently intertwines his hand with yours and kisses the back of yours, holding eye contact. It makes you smile and fluster, looking to the side with a shy smile.

“There's no one in this world I could imagine being a better woman to me than you. You complete me and Chris. And I want to… I want to ask you something.”

It feels so surreal what he's hinting at that you don't believe your own intuition, simply wiping your eyes, “Eddie, don't make me cry I'll look like a panda,” you warn for a lack of a reaction, hoping your mascara at least survived the first few tears.

He chuckles and then slowly gets on one knee, your hand still cradled in his. You can't contain your sob when he kneels, making it clear what he's going to ask you.

Instead of asking the question he looks over his shoulder where Chris starts walking your way, a sign in his hands with that exact question on it. When Chris stands next to Eddie and looks at you with that adorable smile you can't help but sob, quickly reaching out to pull him into your arms and kiss the top of his head.

Catching Eddie's gaze you nod your head and bury further into Chris, “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!”

The boy in your arms giggles and drops the sign to wrap his arms around your waist. “Told you, dad!” He calls and you laugh tearily.

“Yeah, you did, bud.” Eddie smiles fondly and wraps his arms around both of you. You see Buck motioning Chris to come to him, which he gladly does, considering Buck is still Christophers hero, and you hide your face behind a hand as Eddie slowly slides a ring onto your left hand.

There's an applause behind you from the rest of your closest friends, Chris sitting on Bucks hip as he giggles.

However you're focused entirely on the man in front of you, his hazel eyes teary as well when he kisses your knuckle and leans his forehead against yours.

“Te amo mucho, mi amor,” he mumbles against your forehead and kisses it, making you laugh happily. He wipes the last of your tears tenderly and you look at him with pure adoration.

“I love you so much.” He smiles and someone yells - you're pretty sure it's Buck because a smaller, high pitched voice echoes the same word - ‘kiss!’.

You shake your head in amusement but are caught off guard when Eddie surges forward and passionately and deeply kisses you, one hand holding you by your neck and the other still holding your left hand.

“Ew,” Chris says loud enough for everyone to burst into laughter and you and your now fiancé to laugh as well and break the kiss.

“What?” He asks offended when Buck pinches his side (though he looks like he could very well be the one to make Chris voice their shared distaste for the PDA).

You smile at the people you considered family, especially when Bobby clears his throat and points to the already set table, “Dinner’s ready, so let's eat!”

You sit between Eddie and Chris, the former's hand never leaving your thigh, yours laying on top.

“I just realized this means we're gonna have to deal with their PDA every day now…” Buck mentions, looking genuinely scared.

Hen seemingly kicks his shin under the table because he yelps and flinches before pouting and raising his hands in mock surrender. And wow, you couldn't be happier.

[sinnersweets]

DogDay x Reader

part 2 ----->

A/N: My HC is that DogDay has an adult inside of him, unlike Catnap.

“Congragulations! Your application was chosen, and you are now part of the Playtime Co family! Please review all the following information provided in this email.” was all that was said in a recent email I had gotten. Finally, after weeks of job hunting, I heard back from someone, and it only took them a day to respond! I briefly skimmed through the email, knowing it was just boring company policies. At the very bottom it said that my first day was tomorrow. Wow, they sure do not waste time. I set an alarm and went to bed early, excited about my new job. 

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When I applied, I put down that I did not mind working anywhere in the factory so imagine how surprised I was when I showed up, they told me I would be working down below in a room called ‘Playcare.’ In fact, it was highly requested that I was to be stationed there. They told me it’s where they house orphans. It’s fascinating that a factory that builds toys for kids has its own orphanage here, right in the factory! I was given a uniform to change into and the uniform was honestly quite cute! The shirt was a golden-brown color that smelled like vanilla, I was given a nametag with a sun pin attached and... a headband with dog ears the same color. I didn’t think much of it and just went to change before heading off to Playcare. 

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I stared in awe as I looked down below at Playcare. This place was huge! I still could not believe that little kids lived here. I looked around at all the buildings. There was a school, a circus tent, a few more buildings and right up top was where all the orphans lived. Seeing all of this gave me the vibe of that one anime called ‘The Promised Neverland’ but I soon laughed at the thought. Kids do not die here, no demons feed on their brains, they get adopted. Adopted. 

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As I exited the cable car, I was instructed to meet my boss inside of the Playhouse. While walking to the playhouse some kids would run up to me and call me ‘girl DogDay’ whatever that meant. I just smiled and waved at them before entering the Playhouse. I was not given a name for who my boss was but was just told that they would know what I looked like and would spot me. Lots of kids were in this area. All screaming and chasing each other. One of them grabbed my hand and said, “Hurry we have to hide before he finds us!” I had no time to protest as I was led behind some foam building blocks. “Um, who exactly are we hiding from?” I whispered back to the kid, might as well play along. “Shh. He has good hearing.” was all that the kid said before peeking over the blocks we were hiding at.  

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Two minutes went by before we both heard some footsteps approaching. “He’s coming! Run!” and then the kid ran into a slide and started to climb up. I laughed at the kids' action and started to get up before I felt breathing coming from above me. I slowly lifted my head up and was shocked to see a giant dog hovering above me. “Hiya Angel!” I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t say anything, I was in shock. This enormous dog that looks like a plushy is speaking to me. “I found you which means now you get to help out with catching everyone!” The dogs tailed wagged. I stood up and got a good look at this...dog thing. He was tall, around 8 ft. He had a pendant in the shape of a sun, and he smelled like vanilla. Oh, that’s what the kids meant earlier by ‘girl DogDay,’ this is DogDay. “Come on Angel, I know if we work together, we can find all the kids before time is up” and then DogDay ran on all fours like an actual dog, in search of the other kids.  

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I think it was safe to say that DogDay found the rest of the kids while I just knew of the one that was with me before was hiding at. As we made our way back to the entrance, I noticed the kids laughing and trying to climb onto DogDay. Maybe he’s been with them forever and that’s why they don’t seem terrified by a dog that stands 8 ft tall. DogDay looked over and saw me and the last kid approaching and waved at us. The other kids stopped what they were doing and looked in my direction. In unison they all screamed “Girl DogDay is here!” I smiled sheepishly and waved at them. “Hi there....” Did these kids know about me? DogDay then put down some kids that he was holding and walked over to me. “Sorry about that Angel, I told them that I was getting a helper the other day and they have been wanting to see you.” “Oh, that’s fine. Hey um DogDay was it? Do you happen to know who my boss is by chance? I was told to meet them in here.” The kids behind Dogday started giggling. “You’re looking at him Angel!”  

Huh? He’s joking right? This dog looking mascot is my boss?! DogDay then picked me up and hugged me tight. “We’re going to have so much fun working together Angel.” I could hear his tail wagging back in forth. He put me down and led me to the rest of the kids. “Kids, we have a new face joining us today. Why don’t you introduce yourself to us Angel.” I suddenly felt nervous. All these little eyes staring at me so excitedly. “O-okay, um well hi, my name is Angel- wait no” the kids started laughing. That wasn’t my name but hearing DogDay call me that this whole time just slipped out. DogDay was even laughing. I blushed in embarrassment. I cleared my throat and continued. “My name is Y/N, but I guess you could also call me Angel. I like to read, draw, um I guess sing, but I haven’t done it in a while. Umm, I’m 20 years old and my birthday is on November 14th and that’s pretty much it I think.”  

DogDay clapped and soon the other kids followed his lead. “Well put Angel, now it’s my turn, though I think I’ll let the kids introduce me.” All at once the kids started yelling over each other to tell me about him. “He’s the leader of the Smiling Critters!” “He smells like vanilla!” “Super strong!” “DOGDAY CALLED YOU PRETTY!!” “Okay! Thank you, Damian, no need to shout now friend.” The shift in DogDays attitude changed, he was the one that seemed nervous now. The kid that was hiding with me was named Damian. Dogday then cleared his throat. “Let’s all go outside and wait for KickenChicken now alright?” The kids yelled in delight and pushed their way out of the Playhouse. 

It was now just me and DogDay. “So, um I’m guessing you picked me to work here?” I tried breaking the awkward silence between us. I decided to not bring up the fact that he called me pretty, too awkward right now. DogDay then seemed to snap back into his cheery self. “Yep! I looked through a lot of applicants, but yours stood out to me.” It’s amazing that a toy factory lets a toy pick out an employer. DogDay then grabbed my hand and led me outside. “Come on, I’ll give you a tour of the place Angel.” I smiled and went along with him. I could see myself liking it here.  

A/N: part 2 anyone?

[bitchinbarzal]

Red, White & Blue | M Barzal

part three of blue, white & orange

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Mat was miserable and it showed. It fed over into practices and his on ice performance.

The islanders bailed out in the second round, no thanks to Mat’s horrible playing.

He spent the off season at home, not his usual extravagant plans with you by his side. He only flew back to BC for a few weeks before he got home and back to work. He needed to get his mind off you.

You’d blocked him and seemingly moved as he dropped by your apartment only to meet a nice Swedish man named Jakob living there now.

Your jacket and jersey still hung over his dining room chair where he dropped them that night he got home. The jersey was still dirty from the floor and the jacket still smelled of her perfume.

When the season rolled back around in August Mat was all eyes forward. He still hadn’t heard from you and he was slowly but surely getting better.

The season opener was in Madison Square Garden, facing off against the rangers. He wasn’t worried, he just wanted the game to be done with. This team brought him nothing but horrible memories and feelings.

The game started strong, the islanders were on a positive beginning. They were leading by three going into the third. Mat was confident.

That was until he saw you on the jumbotron.

His breath caught in his throat when he saw your face, the smile he missed and loved so much. You were sat there wearing the thing that started all of this, that stupid jersey. The red, white and blue made Mat feel sick.

That threw him off. They lost. He just wanted to go home.

While heading back to the bus he heard someone shouting his name, turning to see Alexis calling for him.

He scowled “What do you want?”

Alexis rolled his eyes “Don’t forget she was my fiancé first… anyway, here” he thrusts a post it note into Mat’s hand

“What’s this?”

“That’s her new address” he explains and notices Mat’s confused expression “She still loves you Mat and all I ever wanted was for her to be happy if it was with me or you”

Mat took the post it with a shaky hand a soft smile “Thanks man…”

He gripped it tightly on the way back to UBS. Staring at it, as if trying to memorise it.

When he got back to his car it was the first thing he did, punch that address into his GPS.

When he arrived he sat in his car staring at the window of the apartment he had figured out was yours. It took him an hour before he finally had the nerve to go into the building and knock on your door.

He heard you call out “coming!” Before opening the door. You looked shocked to see him, suddenly aware of what you were wearing.

The blue burned Mat’s eyes. He wishes he could rip It off but he knew better.

“Mat-“

“I love you. I love you in this jersey, in my jersey - I mostly prefer you without anything to be honest!” He rambled, his hands flapping around

“You gave her my jacket” you mumble, curling back into yourself.

He shakes his head, scrunching his eyes closed “I- I didn’t give her it! Please just- she took it! She was cold and I turned my back for like a second. I had the jacket because I was coming to find you, to make up for what was happening between us”

You bit your lip “How do I know that?”

He shrugs “I can’t make you trust me but you know how much I love you, that’s never been in question. We fought, we were each jealous because we love each other so much so please don’t stay away from me any longer I can’t take it”

Your bottom lip quivered “How do you know we’re not bad for each other Mat?”

“Even if we are… I’m willing to take the risk”

You let out a shaky breath “Come here”

He immediately steps into the apartment and kisses you, both of you stumbling back a few steps. You feel him lifting up your jersey to reveal nothing underneath

“Mat!”

“I lied, I don’t love you in this jersey please get it off”

[miley1442111]

hi!!! can you do something with aaron, like a continuation of unfair with the other episode? like reader's drives the ambulance instead of Derek and reader and Aaron have a moment in the hospital?

love your writing, thank youuuuu!!!!

i love these two episodes, yes! thank u for requesting <3

unfair part 2- a.hotchner

a/n: this wasn't intended for a fem or male reader so imagine what you like :)))))))))))))) this is major spoilers for season 3 episode 20 and season 4 episode 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

summary: the bombs started and you need to do something about it.

pairings: aaronhotchner x reader, platonic!BAUteam x reader

warnings: general criminal minds topics, descriptions of harm to reader, harm to others, descriptions of bombings, descriptions of pain, mentions of guns and knives, descriptions of wounds, mentions of hospitals, mentions of scars, mentions of insecurity around scars, mentions of death + more

Part 1

The blast was loud. So fucking loud. You were shot back at least 10 feet? You couldn’t tell. You couldn’t see Aaron, nor could you see Kate. It all happened so quickly. You stood up, looking around for him, for anyone. You stared at the burning car, seeing a figure, when your ears finally focused in. 

“Y/n?! Y/n?!” Aaron screamed. “Kate?! Y/n?!” 

“Aaron?!” You shouted back, limping towards him. His head was cut and he was limping too. 

“Oh god,” he sighed, breath laboured. “You’re alive.” He pulled you close and a piercing pain in your shoulder made you scream and push him off you. “Y/N?!” 

“M-my shoulder,” you whimpered, turning to let him look. 

“Oh god,” he breathed out, low enough that if he wasn’t right behind you, you wouldn’t have heard. 

“Is it- I don’t want to know. Where’s Kate?” you decided. 

“I thought she’d be with you?” 

You stared at each other then started frantically looking around, finally spotting her up the road. 

“Kate!” You screamed. She was awake, bleeding out, but awake. You rushed to her side. “Kate!” 

“Y/n, where’s Aaron?” 

“He’s over there, w-with someone, we’re going to get you help-”

“Why are you bleeding?” 

“We got hit, the blast from the car, we’re getting you help don’t worry- stay with me,” you explained. “Aaron!” you screamed. “We need to find the bleeding!”

Aaron came running over, a boy beside him. “Flip her on her side!”

You did as he asked and found her back a bloody mess. You found the bleed and plugged it with your finger. 

“No one’s coming,” Kate muttered. “Orders. 1st responders are the second wave, remember?”

“Aaron go get someone from that front line now,” you ordered. 

“I can’t leave you here-”

“Now!” You shouted. “Go Aaron!” He ran off, towards the frontline. Derek came back, ready to help.

“What’s going on?” he asked, a hand on your arm. 

 “We’ll need to move her if Aaron can’t get anyone over, Derek, she’ll die if we don't do something.”

You felt helpless, and trapped. Derek got a phone call and picked up. “What?”

You quirked an eyebrow up, a look of startled confusion gracing your face. 

“You’re sure?” he asked. “The kid’s our bomber.”

You wave him off and he starts chasing him down the block. After what felt like hours, someone finally came to help, an ambulance from behind you. The paramedic patched her up with your help, and you opened the ambulance, ready to get the gurney and help Kate. You sat in the back, Kate awake as the paramedic drove.

“Where are we going?” You shouted. 

“Nearest hospital, don’t worry we’ll get to her in time.” 

You started looking around the back as Kate groaned in pain.

“W-what should I give her? I’ve done courses in administering medication, I-I’m certified,” you assured him. 

“Wait ‘till the hospital,” he said calmly. “We’re two minutes out.” 

You nodded, then started looking around for something, for anything. And that's when you saw it. The bomb under the bed. You stifled your gasp as you met a secret service checkpoint. You grabbed a piece of paper from your pocket and a pen and started writing. 

“This hospital is closed, go to Lincoln instead,” the Secret Service Agent explained. 

“I’m SSA Y/l/n, please, she won’t make it to the next hospital!” 

"Credentials?" He asked and you pulled it out of your pocket and he waved you on. You opened the door just enough to shove your note out and you dropped it, praying someone would find it. You stayed with Kate as they brought her into surgery and a nurse came up to you. 

“You need to lie down, follow me-”

“There’s a bomb in this building,” you whispered and she almost screamed but you put a hand against her mouth to stop her. “Start evac,” you flashed your badge and she nodded, you grabbed your gun from your holster and started to try and find the paramedic. Your adrenaline was wearing off and you could feel all of the pain in your shoulder. You looked as much as you could and saw a large piece of shrapnel in your shoulder, you let out a gasp but persevered. You caught sight of him in a long corridor, going towards the elevators. You followed him down to the ambulance, pointing the gun at his head. “Stop what you’re doing.” But the bomb was already online. You pulled the trigger, aiming at his shoulder, immobilising him, then searched him, finding the phone.You pulled out your own phone and tried multiple people on the team, Garcia, Morgan, Rossi, Prentiss, hell, even Hotch despite knowing he wouldn’t answer. The paramedic gained back enough strength to stab you in the leg and make you drop the phone. He grabbed it and started running.  

You called Spencer on your phone, praying he would pick up. 

“Y/n? Are you ok?” he asked, frantic. 

“I had the bomer, I shot him in the shoulder but he got away. The bombs online and he has the phone, get Garcia to block the signals for as long as she can.”

You hung up and mustered all the strength you still had in you and got up, you ripped your shirt and wrapped it around the wound in your leg, adrenaline kicking in once again. You got in the driver’s seat, thankfully the keys were in the ignition and you started the ambulance, then called Garcia. 

“Hey, what can I do?” she asked. 

“Garcia I need you to track the ambulance I’m in,” you said, out of breath. “Then tell me where I can drive where there’s no civilians around.” 

“What are you doing?” she asked, terror clear in her tone.

“My job, now do yours,” you ordered and started driving.

“Head north, floor it, I’ll tell you when to turn,” she sighed. 

As you drove you thought about your life. Living with your family as a child, moving to college, finding your life-long friends, meeting exes, all of your firsts in life, joining the FBI, joining the BAU, meeting all the amazing team, meeting Aaron, meeting Jack just a few months ago, looking at houses with Aaron. 

All of it was so special. 

“How long is left on the signal blocking?” You asked, driving through traffic at dangerous speeds. 

“35 seconds,” Garcia said. “Turn left now!”

You obliged and saw the open green up ahead. You floored it, jumping out the second you drove over grass. The ambulance continued on, exploding around 20 metres away. 

“Y/n?!” Garcia screamed down the line. “Y/n?!”

“Call an ambulance to where I am please, blast happened, I wasn’t in it, I just have fucking shrapnle in my shoulder that I would really like to get out and a stab wound in my thigh that’s being held together with a scrap of my shirt.”

“Ok, headed your way now,” she sighed in relief. 

“I love you Pen,” you sighed, relieved that all this was over, as you sat down on the grass. 

“I’m mad at you,” she sighed and ended the call. You chuckled to yourself as you heard the sirens, then finally allowed yourself to pass out. 

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You woke up in a hospital bed, alone. You pressed the red call button, from the closed window you assumed it was the middle of night. 

“Good morning, or should I say good evening?” she smiled as she walked in. “You have some people to see you, am I allowed to let them in?” You nodded. “No hugs or anything strenuous, you’ll rip your stitches.” You nodded again, showing her you understood. You left and behind her, Aaron, Spencer, Derek, Emily, Penelope, Jj, and Rossi came in. Derek was first to try to hug you but the nurse scolded him. 

“How long was I asleep for?” You asked, your voice hoarse.

“A day,” Spencer answered. 

“Oh. Was Kate ok?” 

“She didn’t make it,” Derek sighed. 

“Shit,” you stated. 

“What you did was really brave,” Jj smiled. “We’re all really proud of you.”

You smiled at her comment but started tearing up. It was an awful experience. You didn’t feel like a hero. You felt like shit. Your body and mind hurt. “Can you… do you guys mind if it’s just me and Aaron for a bit? It’s just a bit much,” you explained and they nodded and left. 

“Honey, I’m so sorry I wasn’t there,” he sighed, pulling a chair up beside you and holding your hand as you started to cry. Every breath brought another wave of pain from your shoulder. He moved to hold you and leaned into his touch, sobbing into his chest. You sat there like that for at least an hour, sobbing until you couldn’t anymore. 

“I fucking hate this job,” you sighed after a long silence. 

“I understand,” he sighed, kissing the top of your head. “Promise me you’ll never do something like this again?” 

“I promise to never be in the fucking field again,” you sighed and he pulled back. 

“You mean that?” 

“Maybe in a while, but I’ll need some time just in the office. I have a psychology degree and 2 phDs I’m sure a department will want me. This job… it takes too much.”

“Ok honey, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry that you had to do this.”

“I’m sorry I did this,” you sighed. 

“How are you feeling?”

“Like crap. The wounds and stuff… I’ll be covered in scars,” you mumbled. “You won’t want me then,” you joked, trying to hide the genuine fear you had about this. 

“I’ll always want you,” he smiled, his true genuine answer. 

“You’re just saying that,” you pushed, holding his hand. 

“No I’m not,” he said, seriously. “I love you, all of you. All of you, forever.”

“Promise?” You said.

“Promise,” he kissed you tentatively, careful of your pain and fragility. 

"I just want to get home. Have you called Jack yet?"

"He knows you won't be able for playing for a while. He said he wants to give you a hug."

You chuckled and leaned into Aaron again. You knew that despite the pain, scars, and anything else on the horizon, you’d be ok, you’d be with Aaron, the team, and Jack.

[chrissv4mp]

- I COULD CHANGE YOUR LIFE —

chap 2 , love, chris — | — ...back — | — next...

summary: chris hangs around the plaza for a while, sneaking around the parking lot find your car and place a tracker on it. when you leave, chris knows this is all going according to plan, and you've fallen right into his trap.

pairing: stalker!chris sturniolo × singer!reader

warnings + topics: cursing, stalking, murder, weapons, blood, obsessive behavior, suggestive moments, breaking & entering, crying, arguments, chris is crazy, choking, drowning, first person, second person, etc. more than half of these topics are mentioned in later chapters.

author's note: hope u guys are enjoying this silly little story i made up in my head over the past few days. idk i just got a random boost of motivation & now here i am, writing about stalker!chris🤷‍♀️

author's note 2: yall are getting closer.......

word count: 3.5k

"i'm here around the clock,

i'm waiting on your block."

chris' eyes dart around the parking lot, leaning against his black bike that was still locked on a metal pole. his head turns downward, looking at the phone that sat on his shaky hand.

you haven't left yet. the red dot flashed over and over again, and suddenly, chris felt dizzy. stuffing his phone back into the pocket of his sweats, he leans against the pole, taking in the surrounding area.

multiple people were around, some girls making tiktoks by their cars and others chatting with some friends. his eyes didn't land on you until he looked back at the cafe you were at earlier.

your producers hand was on your wrist, dragging you behind him as he stomped his way to your car. chris almost laughed at how mad he was, it was like jamie had a crush on you.

chris' heart dropped, and now he felt sick. he hadn't seen jamie with you at the diner, but what if jamie did have a crush on you? a larger one than chris? what if you picked jamie over chris, your 'long-time' friend?

"this is what i'm talking about!" chris squinted his eyes, hearing only half of what the taller man was saying to you.

he wasn't allowed to speak to you like that, who does he think he is? chris couldn't stop the anger that washed over him for just a moment as he watched jamie continue to drag you.

there were gonna be marks left on your perfect skin, he needed to stop or else chris would something about it. and that's not exactly how he wanted to give off his second impression.

"jamie, would you just—hey! stop and talk to me for a second!" your voice is loud, almost yelling out into the open parking lot.

some people turn their heads, curious as to what was going on, but others mind their business and continue with their day. chris leaves the metal, creeping behind a car near where you and your producer stood.

jamie huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at you expectantly, "what do we need to talk about? there's nothing to say, y/n."

you bring your hands up to your head, rubbing your temples with your fingers. you can't even look at the blond right now, he always got like this whenever he was mad. he always shut down completely.

"if you could shut your fucking mouth and listen, that would be great." you bit back, eyes darkening as you stare at the blond.

chris lets out a quiet laugh this time, amused by your sudden anger at the boy. finally, you were doing something about jamie. from what the brunette bad seen, jamie always pushed you past point of no return. he also controlled you, and chris hated that. chris hated him.

jamie only scoffed, his ears picking up a quiet sound as his head turned in the direction of where it was coming from. his head turned back towards you, and he waited.

"listen, jamie. i love you, i really do, but you can't go crazy every time some stranger looks at me for even a second. i have fans, and million of people around the world know my name, it's not unlikely that people would stare." you sigh, an exasperated smile on your face.

the blond just sighs, listening intently as you continue, "just let me live a little, sometimes. i don't need you to protect me 24/7, i can assure you i'll be okay." you say softly, stepping to him as you look into his eyes.

chris feels another pang of jealousy in his heart, and he cringes at the way jamie stares down at you. his green, lovey eyes just make chris want to puke, that's supposed to be him!

"okay," the blond finally says, biting the inside of his cheek, "let's just get you home, alright? we'll talk about work over zoom tomorrow morning."

you smile widely, and chris blushes at your perfect teeth. why did you make him feel this way? why were you the only person who made him feel this way? it seemed like no other girl could compare to you.

he watched as you walked to your car, hand on jamie's shoulder. something fell from your pocket as you turned, and chris squinted his eyes in an effort to see it clearer.

it was a heart pendant, one that he saw regularly as he scrolled through your social media accounts every night. your dad gave it to you when were younger, and then he died in a car accident.

he remembers you writing about it in your captions, writing about how special it was and how much it was worth to you. there was even a song that you wrote about your dad, one of the lines mentioning the special pendant.

the brunette looks around, making sure you're in your car before running to grab the piece of jewelry and stuffing it into the pocket of his sweatpants.

chris scurries back to his bike, unlocking it from the pole as he keeps his eyes on your black suv. the growling sound of the engine starting almost made him flinch, and he quickly jumped on his bike as you pulled out of your parking space.

he didn't care to keep his distance, either, a mistake he made in the past that got him caught. but, bikers are always close to cars. he thinks. chris is still wearing the same black fresh love hoodie from earlier, not thinking to take it off before he began to peddle.

it was another awful mistake, but the car was higher up, and you couldn't see him in your mirrors. and plus, he needed something to cover his face or you would know it was him. he wasn't gonna take that chance.

the brunette thought carefully about his plan before he suggested that him and his brothers come to the plaza. he knew, by your recent instagram post, that you were here, and that's what got the plan started.

he didn't miss a beat, mapping it out and writing notes in a small notepad he kept hidden under his bed in that black box. he also wrote some letters, declaring his love to you but not actually signing it. every time he wrote the letters, he just signed, "love, c. :)" with the creepy smiley emoji.

there were millions of guys and girls who's names started with the letter c, so he wasn't worried when he actually started sending the letters a few months back, just before his 20th birthday. chris remembers writing about how much your music saved him and how he loved you a lot, just pouring all of his feelings out onto that sheet of paper.

he wasn't sure you got it until you had posted the note on your instagram story a week after his birthday, simply just typing a red heart emoji. that only added fuel to the fire, his obsession becoming stronger over the course of those few months, and now here he was, following you around on his bike.

"but please don't call the cops,

they'll make me stop,

and i just want to talk."

your car beeped as you pressed your keys, locking the doors before making your way down the sidewalk and up the porch stairs. you typed in the code, and you couldn't stop yourself from looking around.

there was a strange feeling in your gut that you couldn't shake, and it almost felt like someone was watching you. but nobody was. you couldn't see anybody.

looking back at the door, you opened it, quickly pushing yourself in and shutting the door. you didn't forget to lock it before going over to your curtains to close them. jamie had you on edge, filling your mind with the delusion that you had a stalker, and it was getting to you. slowly.

there was a large chance that someone was following you, stalking you. it happened to almost every celebrity, but it was never the same and somehow it always seemed to shock you how many different stalker stories people had.

your eyes move from the closed curtains to the pile of letters stacked on your coffee table. a shiver ran down your spine as you walked over, sitting down on the couch as you stared nervously at the pile in front of you.

your mail always consisted of fan letters, invitations to parties, and letters from your management and pr team, and you were always surprised when you read them. surprised was an understatement, actually. if you had to use a word to really describe it, you would pick terrified.

you were always terrified when you read letters that your fans had sent you. sure, some were nice and very kind, but once you got to the bottom of the pile, they got darker. some guy even sent you a strand of his hair, the words on the letter being written in dark red.. pen?

there were splatters of the ink all over the crumpled piece of paper, and you recount throwing up a lot that night. it wasn't pen, but you wouldn't have found that out if you didn't read the p.s. at the bottom.

you knew that should've been the first sign of a stalker, but you were younger back then and didn't really think about things like that. you were a dumb teenager living life, and you wouldn't blame yourself even now.

the doorbell rang, and you jumped at the sudden noise. you quickly got to your feet, glad that you wouldn't have to deal with your mail right now, but as you approached the door, that gut feeling came back.

there was a tall, dark silhouette standing on the other side of the wooden door. the figure was blurred due to the frosted windows on either side of the entrance. you continued walking, though, hands clenching into fists incase you needed to hit the person.

the person knocked, creating a catchy pattern before retracting their hand and waiting patiently. you finally reached the door, ready to punch the person as you opened the door.

when you looked up at the person, your face softened and you became less tense. your shoulders relaxed and so did your hands as you recognized the boy.

"hi," chris smiled warmly, toying with the hem of his beige t-shirt, "sorry to come in so suddenly."

you chuckled softly, eyes traveling down his body and catching sight of his black fresh love sweats. there was a small feeling of suspicion lingering in your mind, but you ignored it. chris would never stalk you. right?

"it's okay, i wasn't really doing anything. i just got home, actually." chris nodded, and before you could speak again, he pulled something out of his pocket and held it out in front of your face.

"i suppose this belongs to you?" he asks playfully, a sly smirk on his face as he dangles the pendant between the space of your two faces.

your eyes light up at the sight of the white, heart-shaped pendant hanging in front of your face, and you hold your hands out for chris to drop it there, "oh my gosh... chris—i... where did you find this?"

chris freezes. he didn't think about an explanation before walking up to your doorstep and knocking, "oh, uhm. well, i was just walking trevor and something caught his eye. it was on the sidewalk near that plaza a few blocks away. i let trev go home with my brothers and ran here."

"i thought it looked familiar, so i went on instagram, and what do you know? the first thing that pops up is a picture of you wearing it." his explanation doesn't sound fake, and chris himself would've believed it if he wasn't the one who spoke the words. this was a bad second impression, lying right to your face. he felt shitty now, and he couldn't shake the guilt.

"thank you, chris. seriously you don't know how much this means to me." you say again. you could thank him a million times and still feel like it wasn't enough.

the brunette boy just hums in response, a smile on his face as he stares at your beautiful e/c eyes. he always seems to get lost in them, even through the screen of his phone as he watches your interviews.

you move aside, beckoning chris to come in, "come in?"

chris bites his lip, eyes moving to look to his left. he left his bike lying in some bushes a few houses away, and his hoodie was also there, "i don't know.."

"oh, come on. i have pepsi." you smile, giggling as his eyes move in your direction again. he shrugs, a smile forming on his face as he steps through the door.

when chris enters your house, his eyes dart around the place. the things placed around show him a part of your personality, and he actually feels like he's getting somewhere this time. he's making progress with your relationship.

"take a seat, i'll get you a drink." you smile, catching a glimpse of his own as you pass by him and walk into the kitchen.

the first thing you do is open the fridge, looking around before grabbing two cans of the drink chris loves the most. as you walk back into the living room, he's waiting there on the couch.

his eyes are on your mail, entertained by the small stamps on the corners of the postcards. he got easily distracted, you knew that. maybe you watched too many videos of his and paid attention to him too much.

"here," you broke the silence, your voice gentle as you took a seat next to the boy, "your favorite."

chris chuckled, his cheeks heating up as he looked over at you. your lips were such a perfect shape, and they looked so soft. he just wished he could feel them on his someday, "thanks."

your mind begins to wander as chris opens the can, the cracking sound going unnoticed as you replayed the interaction with him just a few moments ago. you never told him your address, and it sure as hell wasn't on the internet, so... how did he know where you lived? you only just met the guy a few nights ago, and you can barely even remember anything you said to him at the diner.

"hey, how'd you find out where i live?" your voice was laced with suspicion yet again, and chris almost choked on the liquid he was about to swallow.

he covers it up with a cough, placing the can down onto the coffee table before turning to look at you, "i was just walking forward, honestly, going wherever my feet took me. then, when i turned the corner i saw you walking through the door."

chris knows it's not very believable, but it's not like he has any other normal explanation. okay, but seriously... wherever his feet took him?

the brunette just wanted to leave at this point, already so close to fumbling his plan and blowing his cover. he just hoped you would take the lame excuse.

there's still a look of confusion on your face, but it's subtle, almost like you really believe him. chris would frown if you weren't looking, were you really that gullible? anybody could take advantage of you at any time, and chris didn't like that.

your eyes scanned over the papers on your table again, and chris noticed you staring longer at one in particular. it was in a black envelope. it was in chris' black envelope.

"you're scared to open it." he thinks out loud, eyes drifting off and meeting your own nervous ones, "it's okay to be afraid, y/n, but you just have to face things in life to get over them."

chris won't forget the way you look at him in awe, a small smile on your face at his gentle, reassuring words. the brunette smiles right back at you, nodding his head toward the letter for you to grab it.

and you do just that, reaching out to grab the envelope and carefully opening it. you're slow with your movements, carefully peeling the flap off to make sure you don't rip it. the brunette learns something new about you every minute. literally every minute.

after you peel the paper fully off, you grab the card from inside of it and move the envelope out of the way.

chris doesn't lean over your shoulder, and you feel safe knowing that he respects your privacy. it just goes to show that his personality isn't an act for the camera.

"what's it say?" he finally speaks, and as you look over at him, he adds, "if you're comfortable telling me."

chris already knows. he only asked the question to find your thoughts about it, and how you would react to the words written.

your eyes go back to the letter, skimming over the words written in black pen. there's doodles all over the page, just as all the other ones sent from this anonymous person, c.

dear, y/n,

i saw your interview today, and you looked as beautiful as always. i loved the part where you spoke about the deeper meanings of the songs on your new album, it really gave me more of an understanding and made me feel more connected with the songs.

i feel like we're one in the same, you know? we have a lot in common, actually. if you didn't know, i'm also big in social media, so there's a hint on my actual identity. but enough about me, i just wanted to write to you again. you're the only person who truly understands me and i can't shake the feeling that we'd be perfect together.

there's a SUPER small chance of that happening, but a guy can dream. also, i hope u like my little doodles on these letters, i draw them while listening to your songs, and they're like little references to the titles! i just thought that was super cool (like u cause ur the coolest person ever like wtf??)

but yeah! i just wanted to pop in and tell u that you looked stunning in the interview and also that you're amazing. don't forget that. you are perfect in every way, shape, and form. yes, i'd still love u if u were a bug.

love, c. :)

— (p.s. i wrote this at like 2am but drew the pictures beforehand. like weeks beforehand.)

you smiled softly, blush creeping on your face as you giggled at the last sentence. you didn't even know the guy and he was already flirting with you. and you were falling for him!

"it's a letter from a few days ago, when i was on the late night show with jimmy kimmel. this guy is just complimenting me and saying he feels an even deeper connection with my songs now that i explained some of the meanings." you explain, head turning to look at chris as you let your hands fall into your lap.

chris nods, humming as his blue eyes meet yours again. he never missed a chance to make eye contact with you because it was only for a small amount of time, and it wasn't everyday that your eyes were on his. it was everyday that his eyes were on you, and yours were on someone else.

"there's a monkey," you smile, running your fingers across the oddly smooth piece of paper. chris would never consider himself an artist, but, hey, he did an amazing job drawing that cartoon monkey.

the brunette giggles along with you, leaning closer to your body and almost touching shoulders. this was probably the closest you've been ever since that picture you took together.

"monkeys are my favorite. i had a bunch of stuffed ones whenever i was younger, thrn our house burnt down, so." chris frowns as the memory of the house fire comes back to him, and you feel a rush of sympathy for the boy.

you reach a hand out to rest on his shoulder, rubbing it in an effort to comfort him, "i'm sorry chris. no one should have to experience that."

he only smiles at you, the look of sadness completely gone now. he can't let himself be vulnerable to you just yet. he has to wait until you're his, and he hates it.

"it's okay. that was such a long time ago, i shouldn't even be thinking about it anymore." he sighs, his smile growing even wider as he finally realizes that your hand is placed on his shoulder.

you tilt your head at the boy, a small frown still on your face. chris mirrors your expression, tilting his head in the same direction, "don't give me that look, it's like you're a sad dog. c'mon, you're gonna make me sad."

your lips curve into a smile at his words, shoving him softly at his playful tone, "okay, don't ever call me a sad dog again."

chris giggles, his cheeks heating up again as he stares at your beautiful face, "but dogs are cute, i love 'em."

blush creeps onto your face, and chris' eyes widen for only a second as he realizes what he just said.

"thanks." you tease, and chris hides his face in his hands out of embarrassment.

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thinking about jealous reader and jealous javi

Jealous Girl

gif via @javier-pena

pairing: javier peña x afab!fem!reader

warnings: roughy sex/smut (fem penetration) so 18+ only content; fem!afab!reader; dirty talk; jealous!reader; jealous!javi; sort of dom!javi; allusions to reader having long-ish hair; pet names (baby, babygirl, hermosa, cariño); slut-shaming (reader uses the word ‘whore’); dubcon (no explicit consent, Javi is… forceful).

no use of y/n in this fic

thx 4 the drabble / short fic request!! once again this is FERAL !!! feel free to keep sending me lil drabble requests. they’re so fun to write while I work on my longer fics.

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-em <3

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“You broke it off with me, baby, remember?”

What does it matter? What does it matter when you lock eyes with him getting head in his car, parked in some barely-hidden side-street, one block away from your dad’s salsamentaria?

What does it matter when, ten minutes later, he finds you, alone in the back room of the store, forcing back tears of frustration as your shaking hands busy themselves with fresh inventory?

You spin around, prepared to bark curses at him for trespassing into sacred, employee-only territory. He’s leaning against the door, beige suit-jacket a little roughed-up, hair slightly out of place.

“Glad to see you’re enjoying your freedom,” you reply coolly, mirroring his pose against the far wall.

He smiles. You’d known him long enough to recognize that condescending expression — the wolfish twitch of his mustache.

Toying with you for sport.

“And you’re not?” Javi asks, the casual raise of his eyebrows deceptive compared to the darkness overtaking his gaze. “Everybody’s seen you, y’know, leaving bars half-naked with guys twice your age.”

Always an opportunist, the agent pushes on, taking advantage of your stunned silence. “N’ you used to be so shy, babygirl.” A chuckle. “The fuck did I do to you, huh?”

You stammer, wanting to tear into him for his crudeness (though he was right — mixing the breakup with tequila hadn’t failed to strip you of your inhibitions), but the man denies you the chance, gliding forward in a slow, wide step.

Softly. “You wear my gifts for them? Let ‘em fuck you in all those lil’ lace sets I got for you?”

He’s close now, and you’re beginning to see red. This was part of the reason behind the break-up in the first place — neither of you knew how to manage overwhelming care without dousing it in cruelty.

Those long-awaited fighting words finally manage to breach the threshold of your lips. “Yeah, actually, I do,” you drawl, arousal levelled by a red-hot rage coiling tighter and tighter within you, “Ruined a couple pairs.”

“Bullshit.” His consonants slice through his vowels, accusatory and harsh. “Bet that pussy doesn’t even get wet after bein’ trained by me, does it?”

Try not to choke on your snarl, girl. “‘Least I don’t have to get head a block down from my ex’s shop — z’that the only way you can still get hard, Peña?” You muster up a daring smirk, shouldering his challenge head-on. “Hoping you’ll see me walk by so you can finish inside your whore?”

Bull’s eye.

“Don’t act like you give a single fuck where I’m gettin’ my dick wet, cariño.” Every inch of him bristles something fierce, but with skill and practice, he keeps his anger in check — maintains the upper hand — looming over you to consecrate the threat.

“Just pissed that I’m fuckin’ another bitch’s throat when we both know that’s what yours’s made for, right?”

The coil snaps.

Before you can stop it, your hand is in the air, gunning straight for the tan skin over his cheekbone.

In a blink, he’s strangling your wrist, holding back your palm from making punishing contact. The following pause is thick and heavy, quickly overflowing with Javi’s rage-soaked hunger. Dark and dangerous, the man hones in on your glare—

And speaks, voice low.

“Y’know, I let her swallow my load—”

“Let go of me.”

“—but you can take the next one.”

And then he flips you over, brushing off your indignant whine, flattening your back against his chest. Javi is strong (he always has been) and there’s no point in resisting (there never was). He’s unzipped himself, hiked your skirt up, wrenched your panties to the side and forced himself inside you in a matter of seconds.

Dear God, forgive me for getting my fix.

A big hand wraps around your throat while unforgiving arms form a prison around your body. He tilts your head back to face him, savouring your tightness, your suffering, and the strangled moan of pleasure dripping from your lips with his hips’ every rough throw.

“Always gonna belong to me, huh?”

His whisper settles over your skin, heightening that already-unbearable bliss. Your muddled mind and slackened mouth scramble to form words beyond full full full, yes yes yes.

“F-fuck you, Peña—” you spit through clenched teeth, squeezing your eyes shut in concentration. You fingertips grow sore, pressed to bruise along his forearms. “You’re worse than me—you-you know it.”

Javi responds with a tightened grasp and diligent, skilled digits falling to manhandle your clothed breasts. “Yeah, fuck you, too—” and it’s strained, etched with long-awaited relief, “—fuckin’ spoiled—jealous brat.”

An all-encompassing jolt to your system — he’s found that aching bundle. He carves words into your sensitive clit: you were never going to be anything but mine, mine, mine. The arch in your spine deepens; the back of your head falls helplessly against his collarbone. And despite yourself — despite his venom — you grin, catching the broken hallelujah underpinning every vowel, every touch of his desperate, repressed desire.

It’s a symphony you both sing, a thought hanging so heavy in the room it almost becomes a tangible part of your filthy entanglement.

“If I can’t have you, baby, no one else in this world can.”

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WAIT CS I HAVE AN IDEA-

Y/n sneaks out to a party that she don’t have no business in going and ony catches her when she get home and fuck ha shit upp Like he always doo

AWWWW SHIT NAAAAAAA. I LIKE WHERE THIS IS GOINGGGGG.😩😩😩

party pooper

cw: gun violence

word count: 2.1k

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you were thinking about this party all week, having an outfit and everything picked so you didn’t have anything to worry about the day of. ony knew you were going out tonight, but you kind of left out the fact that you were going to the trenches to shake ass at a party. he still ended up finding out anyways, telling you to stay your ass home, but who tf want to do that.

he wasn’t supposed to be home until late so you figured you could just sneak out and be back by the time he got home. so that’s exactly what you did. your friend was outside your house by ten and you got right tf up outta there, skirt riding up your ass as you ran to the car in excitement. “bitchhh you ready?” sasha yelled, hands gripping the steering wheel as she shook in excitement.

“nah i’m actually shakin in my boots. if this man find out i think he might kill me furreal.” you and sasha were basically in the same predicament, going to this party without the approval of your boyfriends. “who give a fuck? we live right now and we’ll die laterrrr.” you giggled, nodding your head in agreement as you turned up the music and sung along for the rest of the journey.

the party was jumping. there was bitches shaking ass (including you), niggas selling drugs, and good music playing so loud that it could be heard down the block. you and sasha got comfortable real quick and we’re honestly having the most fun you’ve had in awhile. “this is your song girl you can’t let these hoes outdo youuu!!” sasha yelled as the intro to freak hoe by speaker knockerz began to play. you made your way to the middle of the floor swaying side to side until the beat dropped.

ass shaking in circles as you leaned over and held onto sasha’s arms for support. everyone’s eyes gravitated towards you as you continued moving to the song, that was until three loud gunshots were heard. bodies began to scatter everywhere as the entire party got ruined. people were jumping out of windows and running in random peoples cars just to get away from the cause of the deadly sound.

you and sasha finally made it to her car. pissed that your fun was ruined. “Y/N! bring your ass over here, NOW!!” your body froze as you listened to the familiar voice. while you was too busy being hardheaded and living it up at a party you shouldn’t be at, you didn’t think to try to at least be lowkey. ony and connie were chilling at their trap house when he looked one of his friend’s story. there you were, shaking ass for the whole world to see, skirt practically on your stomach as you gave everyone a show.

“man ima kill this girl” connie looked at his friend in concern before bubbling with the same anger as he watched the video replay on his phone. “i know that’s not my girl in the back. yea we out.” connie grumbled, pointing at sasha who was right behind you recoding as well. with that the two of them sped to the party, guns hidden securely on their waists as they walked inside.

ony didn’t plan on shooting it up, he actually was just gon calmly grab you up outta there for your safety because this is a bad area you were in. he looked around the house until his eyes landed on the center of a big circle of people. once he registered the sight in front of him he could help but reach right for his gun. your boyfriend was nowhere near insecure. he knew it was your body and that you had every right to shake some ass if you wanted, but the sight of the men around you made him sick.

cameras out, zooming closer and closer to your more private areas as you were obliviously dancing along to your favorite song. in no time his gun was out and there were three bullets let off in the ceiling. ony watched the people scatter as he waited inside for the house to be empty. him and connie stood on the porch, watching you stand next to sasha while she scrambled in her bag for her keys.

“m’not playin wit you girl. come over here now or it’s just gon be worse for you at home.” your legs moved slowly as you thought of an excuse as to why you were here. before you knew it, you were face to face with his heavy breathing chest, instantly making you revert your eyes to the ground. “unt uhh look at me mama. ian down there.” his strong hand wrapped around your throat, forcing your head to shoot upwards towards his face.

“here’s what’s gon happen. you gon get in the car, quietly. ion wanna here no crying or whining during this whole ride or ima add it on to the lesson ima teach you when we get home, understand?” his voice was low and menacing as he stared into your eyes, face drained of any emotion. “o-okay.” your lungs filled with air as ony let go of your neck, nodding towards his car.

you sat in the passenger seat scared shitless as you watched him give the guy that threw the party a stack of cash, probably for the damage he caused, before dapping connie up and saying goodnight to sasha. he got in the car quietly, not sparing you a single glacé before driving the two of you home. the ride was completely silent like he wanted. any excuses you thought of were quickly swallowed as well as the urge to cry.

you didn’t even notice when you got home until you felt your door open. “let’s go.” ony mumbled. he walked you to the living room, manspreading on the couch while you stared down at him. “m’really really really so-” he sucked his teeth before throwing you over hip lap. skirt already so short that his brown eyes got a good view of your soaked panties. warm palm caressing your ass as he spoke. “what’d i tell you baby?”

the smoothness of his voice made you shiver. “why you shakin’? ian spank you yet.” a chuckle rumbled from ony’s chest as he listened intently for your reply. “m’scared.” you were terrified. usually when you’d get in trouble your boyfriend would lecture you and make a big fuss so his calmness was very foreign to you.

“good.” a hard smack was brought to your ass causing the pending tears in your eyes to begin to fall. your hands instantly flew to cover your burning skin, sheliding them from his rough palms. “you know why ian want you over there right?” he grabbed both of your hands into his singular one, ignoring your whimpers. “b-because it’s n-not sa-“

“because it’s not fucking safe, that’s right. a nigga could’ve put sum in your drink or snatched you up. that’s the shit that be happening at parties like that and instead of being my good girl and listening to me, you decided to be. a. brat.” three more strikes were made to your ass. each harder than the last as you thrashed around on his thighs. “m-m’sorry papa.”

your tears created a small wet patch to form on the couch. you honestly didn’t mean to make him worry so much. it was just that you haven’t gotten to go out in awhile and wanted to finally have some fun. the wet patch went unnoticed until your cheek was smushed into it. ony removed himself from under you, positioning his body behind your before pushing your back down. “yea i bet you are baby. hold onto that pillow right there.”

head nodding towards the cushion as he untied the strings of his sweatpants. you gushed at the sight of his print through his grey briefs, moaning out loud as you thought of how good he was going to feel. “look straight mama. this a punishment, not a reward.” you obeyed, gripping the pillow tightly as you prepared yourself for the stinging stretch of his dick.

“be g-gentle daddy.” you mumbled as ony gripped both of your asscheeks, pulling your panties to the side and squeezing them as he spreader them apart. “be obedient.” he trusted his full length into you, giving you no time to prepare as he began pounding you into the cushion of the couch. “oouuu fuck mama. you always so tight.” ony groaned, hand flat on your back as his other delivered many slaps on your ass.

you outstretched your arm, pushing at his stomach for him to ease up. “p-pleaseeee aahhgg. jus take a little out daddyyyy.” whining as you were already trying to run from him. ony grabbed the bottom of your shirt, pulling your ass all the way back to him to the point where you were flush against his stomach. “stop running and take this shit. and move your fucking hand. barely even started yet.” he slapped your hand away, continuing to pound into you.

all eight inches of him curving just right in your pussy. as you got more used to his size, your heat grew wetter as the constant friction. moans began flying from your mouth left and right making you tighten round him. “there you go mama. takin me like a good girl.” his hips began snapping into you harder, making it more difficult for you to take him. “ahh w-wait a little bit daddy. s’too biggg.”

ignoring you, ony thrusted into you harder, pushing your back down lower so he could reach that spongy spot deep inside you. your stomach brushed against the couch as your body jolted. “unt uhh baby where’s the big girl that like t’sneak out, huh? where’s the girl that like to go out and shake her ass in a skimpy lil skirt while her man is worried sick about her?” where she at?”

wetness trickling down your thighs as you kept your death grip on the pillow. “s-she said she’s ahh s-sorry. m’sorryyyy daddyyy.” ony halted his trusts, giving you a hard slap on your ass and tightening his grip on your shirt. “mhmm throw that ass back princess. make it up to daddy.” his strong arm started you off by pulling you back and forth by your shirt before letting you do it on your own. ass clapping repeatedly as you twerked on his dick.

his brown eyes rolling as he felt you clench tighter around him. you continued working yourself on his shaft, chasing your upcoming orgasm. “d-daddy?”you were met with nothing but his hips fucking you back as he stared at where the two of you were connected. he was hypnotized by your body. “baby?” his head snapped up towards yours, shaking himself out of his thoughts before replying. “y-yea pretty? ahh fuck.” he breathed.

“i’m r-really sorry. i d-didn’t mean to make y-you worry, honest. i-i jus wanted t’go have funn, and when you told me the day of that i wasn’t allowed i g-got a little upset. i wont g-go over there e-ever again i swearrrr.” you began pushing yourself back harder as you held eye contact. ony’s resolve weakened as he felt his blood begin rushing to his dick, signaling to him he was going to cum if he didn’t get in control quickly.

ony’s hand tangled in your hair before pulling you up to his chest, arm wrapping around your middle as he kissed up and down your neck. his long tongue licked a stripe behind your ear before whispering dirty words to you. “mhmm. m’not finna say it’s okay ‘cause it’s not, but i forgive you mama. now keep making daddy feel good and i’ll give you this nut. how dat sound?” his teeth closed around your ear, gold girls pinching the skin. “y-yes please.”

the both of you moved on one accord, fucking each other dumb as you reached your climax’s. body growing weak and legs shaking as your thick cream rushed down his shaft. ony easily held you up, continuing to use you as his personal fleshlight. “ughh fuck baby m’finna cum.” his pace quickened, hips pistoning into you as you screamed from the overstimulation. he gave you one final trust before kissing you to keep you quiet, moaning into your mouth as his hot ropes flowed into your walls.

the two of you stayed like that for awhile, giving each other light kisses as you panted in each others mouths. “lemme get the water ready mama. we needa take a bath.”

[volturissideslut]

Hiii I hope you're doing well and taking care of yourself!

I wanted to ask for a Volturi kings (poly or separate) with a mate who's hyperfixated on something and forgetting basic necessities like eating and drinking and stuff! Just how they'd help and deal with it

This may be spurred on by the fact that I've been hyperfixated on cars (lego cars and just model cars) and haven't slept for over 2 days straight 😭😭

𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘

"Cara Mia, please" Aro implores. Desperation creeps it's ugly tentacles around his throat as he all but begs you to put down the fucking lego titanic model. "It's been three days. Come eat, come lay with me and-"

"-Yes" interrupts Caius, needy for you bet equally worried for your wellbeing. "yes tesoro, it is time you feed, time you look up from that- that- plastic!" He says the word with such disgust, in such an accusational manner you would believe the clipped together blocks of lego had murdered his you in front of him out of spite.

Marcus huffs under his breath and pushes Caius (and his dramatics) to the side. He crouches down to your eye level from the seat you had been on and gives you such soft eyes. "What my brothers mean to say," he glances behind himself to where they stand and then looks right back at you, "is that we miss you. And we're worried about you. Did you even notice it's been three days?"

And to Marcus you give in, putting down the pieces in your hands and giving him your full attention. He basks in it for a moment, smug, knowing he'd won already. "Has it really been three days?" You ask, genuinely confused. Just how long had you been building these ships?

When Caius hisses out a secretly upset yet that just comes out as irritated, you stand and kiss the top of Marcus' head. The brunette man finally stands and grins at having snapped you out of whatever trance you were apparently in. Aro zooms forward and takes you into his arms, hilding you close to his chest and giving you a swift kiss. When you pull back you happen to notice a certain blond with his arms crossed and lips pouted, like he's ready to throw a tantrum.

"I'm sorry my love" you say, taking the few steps it takes over to him and cupping his face in your hands. His resolve crumbles completely in that instant and he finds himself melting in to you. You pepper some kisses into his face and all is forgiven. Temptingly, his teeth drag alongside your marbled neck and you feel Aro and Marcus sandwich you in from behind.

"Now how about I find us a little snack to share?"

[strniohoeee]

could you pls write one where matt picks up his girl best friend after she gets stood up on a date? he ends up getting hard from her stort dress when she bends over to pick up her phone that she dropped, she notices and then gives him car head before she rides him in the back. sub matt but gets mad cuz of the teasing and turns dom on her maybe?

Reserve

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N gets stood up on a date, she then calls Matt. He comes to the rescue, and some extra curricular activities take place 😏

Warnings⚠️: This is SMUT babes. Riding, car sex, road head, panties getting shoved in the mouth, sub matt and dom matt….but uhh other than that its sum light😙

Song for the imagine: Lovers Rock- TV Girl

⚠️This is an 18+ story, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

I was currently getting ready for a date. I had been talking to this guy for about three weeks before he finally asked me on a date. I was super excited because I really liked the guy we texted everyday and spoke on the phone about every other day

He told me to get ready, and dress nicely because he was taking me to a fancy spot for dinner. This made me super giddy because I had never been on a date to a fancy restaurant. Most guys wanted to either sit in their car, go to their house or eat at a fast food restaurant. But this guy was giving it his all!

I had finished getting ready at about 8, and he asked me to meet him at 8:30 at the place. So I decided to call an Uber, and start heading over to the place

The Uber ride was exactly 30 minutes. Which was perfect I didn’t want to be waiting around like some desperate girl

I went into the restaurant, and didn’t see him, so I figured he was running a few minutes behind. I decided to get a table for us.

After I was seated I texted him.

-hey I’m over by the windows when you first enter. I got a table for us☺️

No response….weird but I figured he was driving still

The waiter came over asking if I wanted a drink, so I ordered something, and still waited for the guy

-hiii not trying to bother you, but we were supposed to meet 15 minutes ago. Are you at another restaurant??

I wondered if maybe we had gone to different places by accident

I had been sitting in the restaurant for 45 minutes. Waiting for this idiot while also looking like an idiot….god how embarrassing

I had told the waiter I wanted the check for my drink, and after getting it I paid, and sat at the table a little longer

-you know if you didn’t want to go on this date you could’ve just told me. Instead of making me come out here like an idiot

I hit send, and the chat bubble turned green….what a fucking dick he blocked me?!

I just rolled my eyes, and exhaled deeply. I was also planning on riding back to his house or mine after the date,so now I had to find a ride home again

I decided to call Matt before I had a mental breakdown. It rang three times before he picked up

“Hey” he said lowly

“Hey Matt” I said back

“Where are you?” He asked me

“I’m over at ‘Tony’s on the water’” I said back

“Oh for that date!” He said perking up

“Yeah….” I said sounding upset

“What’s going on?” He asked me

“Fucking asshole stood me up, and then blocked me after I’d been sitting here for 45 minutes” I said scoffing

“What a fucking dick. Send me your location I’ll pick you up” he said

“No you don’t have to. I can Uber home” I told him

“No don’t worry I’ll come get you” he said

We hung up and I sent him my address. I was sitting outside when I saw Matt pull up

“Pretty lady sitting alone. Come here” he said rolling down the windows

I rolled my eyes, and laughed at him. Getting up and going to walk to the car. Suddenly I heard a thump and looked behind me, I looked behind me, and saw I dropped my phone

I turned around and bent over mindlessly picking up my phone. Honestly forgetting I had a short dress on, and I’m pretty sure I just flashed Matt

Unbeknown to Y/N, she did indeed flash Matt, and he got a perfect view of her pussy covered in white lace underwear. His cock immediately started to stiffen. He tried to adjust himself as y/n walked to the car opening the passenger side door

“My knight in shining armor, thank you for saving me” I told him sitting in his car

“I told you! I’m always one call away. I got you whenever you need me” he said checking his blind spot before driving off

“Can’t believe that guy. To ask me on the date, and then ghost me, and then BLOCK me” I said disbelieved

“Honestly fuck him, he couldn’t handle all you anyways” he said giving me a once over

“What do you mean by that” I said laughing

“You radiate powerful energy, and you’re a bad fucking bitch. He could not handle all of that” Matt said winking at me

“Ohhh tell us how you really feel” I said back blushing slightly

“That dress looks really nice on you” Matt said, looking at me again, and slightly readjusting himself. My eyes followed his hands, and saw a bulge

“Do you have fucking boner” I said with my mouth falling slack

“I can’t help myself you looked so fucking hot bending over. Shit went straight to my dick” he said pulling his sweats down a bit

“I gave thee Matt Sturniolo a boner” I said acting fake shocked

“Yeah you fucking did” he said looking at me

“Want me to help you?” I asked batting my lashes

“You’d do that?” He asked looking at me with droopy eyes

“I’d do whatever you’d like” I said seductively

“Fuck….go right ahead then” he said leaning back and steering the car with his left hand only

I leaned over slightly palming his dick through his sweatpants. He moaned at this slightly turning his head a little bit

“Does Matty like that?” I asked looking up at him

“I do, but I’d like it better if you used that pretty mouth of yours” he said looking down at me

“Eyes on the road pretty boy, and I’ll do whatever you want” I said, his eyes snapped back to the road, and I slowly pulled his dick out

I started to kitten lick the tip, and blowing air on his dick

“Come on stop teasing” he said patting my head

“Shhh” I said before taking his whole dick into my mouth at once

“OH FUCK” he yelled out

I started to bob my head up and down, swirling my tongue on his dick, and coming back up to suck the tip

“Oh my god” he said breathing heavily

I removed my mouth and started to jerk him off

“What do I get” I said looking up at him through my lashes

“What do you want?” He asked

“I want to ride your dick in the back seat, and have you take it like a good boy” I said squeezing his tip causing him to shudder

“Fuck yes yes please” he said thrusting up into my hand

Matt had found a secluded parking lot. He went all the way to a dark corner, and threw the car in park

“To the back now” he said

We both got to the back seat. matt laying down and me on top of him

“Look at my good little boy, so ready and needy for me” I said caressing his face

“Always. I’m always ready for you” he said with puppy dog eyes

Matt pulled his pants down to knee length, and I lifted my dress up slipping my panties off

I slowly started to stroke his dick. At an agonizingly slow pace

“Please stop teasing” he said whimpering

“Stop acting like a bitch in heat” I told him

“Fuck I love when you talk to me like that” he said with his brows furrowed

I slowly got on top of him, letting my wet cunt glide across his dick

“Oh Matt, you feel so good. I might just do this and cum all over you” I said throwing my head back

“No I fucking need to fuck you” he said gripping my hips

“Mmm but these feels so much better” I said grinding a little harder

“Stop fucking teasing” he said smacking my ass

I slowly got off of him, and grabbed his dick lining it up with my entrance, and slowly going down on him

“I said stop fucking teasing” he said through gritted teeth

This only made me go down slower

“I can play this game with you” I said as I kept sinking down

“Come on PLEASE” he said

I finally sunk all the way down onto him. We both moaned at this feeling, and then I started to bounce on Matt’s dick

“Fuck Matt oh my god” I said bouncing on him hard and fast

“Fuck fuck fuck” he said tensing up

I slowly transitioned into grinding on him which allowed my pussy to clench down on him at different angles

“Fuck that feels so good” he said licking his lips

I immediately stopped, and started to rub my clit

“Oh this feels so much better. Rubbing my clit while you’re just in me” I said throwing my head back

“Stop it y/n” he warned

“Oh but Matt this feels so fucking good” I said rubbing faster

“You don’t learn do you” he said, and swiftly grabbed me and sat up

Matt lifted me a little bit as he pounded up into me

“FUCK FUCK” I screamed gripping onto his hair

“Now you’ll learn to not tease me” he said pounding up into me at an ungodly speed

“OH MY FUCKING GOD” I shrieked. His dick was hitting all the right places, and I was seeing stars

“Shut up” he said as he grabbed my white lace thong and shoved it into my mouth

I moaned at this allowed my head to fall towards him

“Fuck your pussy takes me so well” he said still pounding into me and smacking my ass

“MMMMM” I moaned, but it was muffled by my underwear being in my mouth

“You gonna cum” he asked in the most smug way possible

I nodded my head furiously. I’m not sure how Matt got us into this position but he did. He leaned me back so my back was digging into the back of the middle console, and then he was kind of lifted off the seat, and fucking into me in such a delicious way

He licked his thumb and brought it down to my clit rubbing hard

“MMMMMM” was all that could be heard as my head fell back and I gripped onto the car seats

“Take it! Take it bitch and cum on this cock” he said pounding into me relentlessly

He rubbed harder, and I immediately saw stars I clenched down onto Matt’s cock as I came. My upper bed came up and my whole body started to shake while my eyes rolled to the back of my head

Matt immediately pulled out, and came all over my stomach. He was whispering fucks as he looked into my eyes. Painting my body with his cum

We were both breathing heavy as we got back up and repositioned ourselves more comfortably

He wiped me clean with a shirt he had in the back seat, and pulled the underwear out of my mouth. Putting them in his pocket

“Excuse me” I said out of breath

“I need a souvenir” he said smirking

“Those were my favorite” I said pouting

“I’ll buy you more” he said kissing me

“Fine” I said kissing him back

“We can go tomorrow. I’ll take you out on a real date like a true gentleman” he said adjusting his sweatpants

“Sounds good to me” I said pulling my hair out of my face

“Good, now let’s get you home” he said helping me to the front

“Spend the night with me” I told him

“Let me check my schedule….maybe I can make it happen” he said rubbing his chin

“You’re such a dork” I said rolling my eyes at him

“But I’m your dork,” he said, putting the car in drive and taking off.

The End

Once again I hope you enjoyed, and for whoever requested this I hope you loved it 🥰🥰🥰

-J💅🏽

[random-writer-23]

Meet cute with lumberjack logan at a Christmas tree farm

Based heavily on the other day when I went Christmas tree shopping and got a big one with some real girth to it and the Christmas tree guy threw it over his shoulder with a big old smile on his face and carried it all the way to the car by himself and so I started writing this as SOON as I got home. I'm also probably gonna write this same idea but like an established relationship where the reader brings Logan lunch for his lunch break and sees him unloading and throwing around some trees and they freak in the car or something. I don't know what it is but I fear the idea of men carrying heavy things is just so attractive to me.

Warnings: Probably cheesy but idgaf, no smut for this one my darlings I'm sorry... but my next one is from a delicious request one of you beautiful people sent in and it's 😏 .

Very much unedited but I don't think there's any major mistakes, please lmk if I did

Also yes I know the formatting is weird, I don't know why it was double-spacing my paragraphs I tried to copy and paste the whole thing all at once but it kept saying "There's a 4096-text-characters-per-block limit." and then it wouldn't let me save it so I did my best with formating.

Word Count: 2k

It was usually a tradition that my best friend and I go tree hunting together, but due to her horrible boss calling them into work, finding a Christmas tree fell to me alone, and I was determined to find the perfect tree. Driving around to a few different major stores and finding nothing good, I decided to go to a local Christmas tree lot. Following the GPS on my phone, I turned onto this long dirt road leading to a small clearing in an area of trees. A large sign and blow-up Santa is standing at the entrance of the parking lot greeting me. I gnaw on my bottom lip watching a family walking back to the car, the dad grunting as he carries the tree, two kids running around his legs excitedly. I smile at the sight before looking away my eyes roving the parking lot for an empty spot. Finally finding one I pull into the parking spot, putting the car in park and grabbing my purse. Climbing out of the car my phone starts ringing in my back pocket, I pull it out, the contact photo of my best friend's face flashing across the screen, and I swipe my thumb across the screen raising it up to my ear.

“Hello?” I chirp, locking my car and making my way to the tree lot.

“Hey did you get the tree yet?” She asks, the keys of her computer keyboard clicking in the background.

“No not yet, I’m at the fourth tree lot today decided to go to a local one” I shrug, entering the lot my eyes greeted by the quiet chattering of children, the smell of fresh pine needles wafting through the air.

“A local tree farm? They’ll probably be a bit more expensive than the other trees we looked at” She murmurs

“Yeah but these look fresher” I chuckle brushing my hands over the branches my fingers coming away damp with water droplets.

“Alright fair enough, just pick a good one” I can hear the smile in her voice. “Oh shit, okay gotta go managers coming” She whispers hastily ending the call. I let out a quiet laugh, making my way through the thick brush of taller trees, looking for where they keep the smaller ones. Kids race past me shouting after each other, their tired parents following along behind them, desperately trying to corral their kids. I keep walking along scooting between the trees until I get to a small area near the back of the tree farm, the shorter trees being kept underneath a red and white striped canopy.

“Here we are” I mumble softly to myself weaving between the trees, circling them slowly admiring them trying to find the best one.

“There something I can help you with Sweetheart?” A gruff voice speaks up from behind me making me jump slightly. The smell of pine needles mixed with a rough earthy cologne becoming stronger as I feel the stranger's presence move in close behind me “Sorry didn’t mean to scare ya” The voice chuckles a deep rumbling sound in his chest, I turn around coming face to chest with what I think is the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. I tilt my head up slightly letting my eyes settle on his face, the way his thick beard is peppering, hairs of white sprinkled throughout the brown. I peel my eyes away from his gorgeous life-roughened face, and charming smile letting them roam his figure. Taking in the way his plaid shirt is tucked nicely into his jeans, sleeves rolled up past his elbows, the fabric hugging tight to his arms the muscles in his arms flexing as he crosses them over his chest, His broad shoulders and bulging arms make him seem more closely related to a wall than a man.

“Oh it’s alright, I just didn’t see you coming” I chuckle lightly putting my hand over my chest to try and calm my racing heart. “Well, I’m looking for a tree” I smile up at him squashing down the bundle of nerves in my stomach. He glances around at the trees surrounding us.

“I figured that much” he says teasingly, and I feel an embarrassed heat spread up my neck.

“Oh, well I guess that's obvious” I chuckle, and he nods.

“What kind are you interested in? We’ve got some pine, firs, spruce…” He points to various trees and my eyes widen slightly.

“I didn’t realize there were so many kinds,” I say softly, looking at the trees he pointed at rattling their names off the top of his head.

“psh, oh yeah, We’ve got tons of different kinds, gets a little overwhelming at times” He smiles down at me and my heart stutters in my chest. “I didn’t even introduce myself, I’m Logan, and ’ll be happy to help you pick out the perfect one” he grins holding out his hand for me to shake, I look down at his hand noticing no wedding ring, much to my delight. I reach out shaking his hand, which easily envelops mine. His hand is rough from the work of a blue-collar job, and I briefly wonder what else his hands can do. I quickly squash the thought returning my attention to his introduction.

“Nice to meet you, I’m (Y/n)” I say cringing as my voice comes out a breathless whisper.

“so let's see first how tall are your ceilings,” He asks slowly pulling his hand away from mine, resting them on his hips adjusting his belt, glancing out at the sea of trees in front of us.

“Oh shit um I don’t know” I shrug nervously, “average height I think?” I smile a little as he nods.

“It’s alright if you don’t know, most people don’t” He chuckles, and I let out a breath letting myself loosen up in his presence. “Let’s get you over to the shorter trees just to be safe” He smiles resting his hand gently on my shoulder and leading me to the shorter trees, I tense up under his touch, the warmth of his touch sending butterflies exploding in my stomach “Now.. these over here are the 7-foot trees, they’ll be the best size for rooms with average ceiling height” I nod along to his words, “now let's see what kind of tree we can get cha” He murmurs taking a step back eying me up and down in a way that makes my pulse race and my cheeks heat up “You look like a classy kind of gal, so let's get you a classy kind of tree” He points to the back corner of the tree tent, where a group of similar looking trees are displayed. “Douglas fir, Classic tree for a classic kind of girl” he takes a few steps towards the group of trees, his hand falling to rest in the dip of my back, pushing me gently towards the trees.

“Oh these are nice” I smile taking a look at the trees, pine needles a rich dark green, still damp from when they were last watered.

“Oh yeah, nice pine smell sure to make your house smell like a forest,” He says launching into what I assume is his usual selling script, giving a deep inhale, I copy him getting a big whiff of not just the pine trees around me but the smell of Logan’s cologne as well. “Strong branches too, they’ll hold even your heaviest ornaments,” He says removing his hand from my back and standing next to one of the trees, my eyes widen as I realize the tree is only a little bit taller than the hulking man in front of me. “Yeah look at her perfect, nice and tall at the top for your tree topper, no empty spots you’ll have to hide with lights and ornaments or turn to face the wall to hide from visitors” He says examining the tree next to him.

“Laying on the salesman charm a little thick aren’t you” I tease lightly, and he freezes in his steps.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” He crosses his arms over his chest and I’m sure he notices the way my eyes follow the movements, as he subtly flexes the muscles in his arms. “I just really like trees” he shrugs cracking a smile. “Besides I’ve gotta make sure the prettiest customer here finds the perfect tree” His voice lowers huskily, and I turn away under the pretense of admiring the tree to hide the smile that creeps on my face, forcing myself to relax. He’s just trying to sell me a tree, he’s not flirting. I scold myself mentally, pretending to eye up the tree. “So what do you think?” He asks with the same husky tone. “Pretty handsome tree huh?” My eyes flicker back to him briefly as I nod.

“Yeah it’s a pretty good tree” I murmur clearing my throat and looking back at the tree he’d picked out for me. he grins at my words.

“I’ll take it” I smile, and he nods.

“Sounds good” He smiles reaching up and pulling the tag off the tree. He walks me over to a tent set up in the middle of the tree lot where an older man is standing behind the counter muttering curses under his breath as he fumbles with some twine. “Hey Gary, this pretty little lady here is gonna buy one of our Douglas” Logan says throwing me a wink, and I reach my hand up hiding my smile as Gary rolls his eyes.

“Then go get the tree” Gary grunts snatching the tag from Logan's hand and scanning it, I look at Logan and he shrugs giving me a small wave before retreating in the direction where my tree is. Gary grumbles under his breath before telling me the price of the tree taking my card from my outstretched hand, he swipes it and I hear Logan's loud grunts in the distance as he walks into view carrying the tree towards the netting machine. He lays it down on the machine trunk first pushing it through, the netting wrapping tight to the tree folding up the branches and pulling them close to the trunk of the tree. He pulls the wrapped-up tree out the other end of the machine laying it up against the side of the machine. “So you got someone around here to help you get this to the car?” Gary asks, and I see Logan's head swivel to face us, his eyes sparkling with what looks like interest. “Well?” Gary grumbles impatiently.

“Well uh no” I say softly, my eyebrow furrowing, “my friend was supposed to come with me to get the tree but she had to work” I explain chuckling awkwardly at Gary's stern look.

“Hmm,” He grunts, snapping his fingers, “Logan!” He barks and Logan makes his way over to us. “Take her tree to the car for her” he huffs, and Logan gives him a playful salute walking to the netting machine, bending down and throwing my tree over his shoulder with a few coarse grunts. My eyes widen as he hoists the tree up onto his shoulder standing up straight, the muscles in his arms flexing as he holds onto the tree. My eyes eagerly follow his movements as he comes towards me.

“Where too?” He grunts, barely struggling under the weight of the tree.

“Oh uh, my cars that way” I say softly, and he nods leading the way in the direction that I pointed to, and I trail along behind him watching him carry the tree to my car. I speed up catching up to him. “That one over there” I say pointing to my car.

“Got it” He grunts lowly, changing direction slightly till he’s walking directly towards my car. I run ahead unlocking it and opening the driver's door leaning in and dropping my purse in the passenger seat, exchanging it for the ropes and blanket I’d brought with me to tie the tree to the roof of the car. I turn the car on rolling down the windows slightly. I take the ropes and blanket over to where Logan is waiting, keeping the tree standing next to him. I throw the blanket over the car so the tree won’t scratch my paint.

“Ready?” He asks and I nod.

“Yeah!” I chirp and on my signal he lifts the tree back onto his shoulder, grunting as he raises it off his shoulder sliding it on the top of my car. He sets it down on my roof with little struggle. I find my mind wandering to what else he could lift with those arms, but I force myself to focus as he speaks.

“There we go” He pants slightly breathless from throwing the tree on top of my car. He lifts his shirt untucking it to wipe the sweat off his face and I get a glimpse of the skin underneath. A little drool trickles out my mouth at the sight of his tight abs glistening with sweat, a course happy trail of hair disappearing down under the waistline of his jeans. I quickly turn my head reminding myself it’s improper to gawk at strangers, only looking back at him when he speaks up again. “Toss me some rope” He murmurs and I obey quickly, he makes quick work winding the ropes through the open windows, tying the tree securely to my car roof. He tugs on the rope ensuring they’re secure. He dusts off his hands, turning away from my car to look at me. “So you got someone at home to help you get this thing in the house?” He asks his arm resting atop my car casually. I check the time on my phone, and I shrug.

“I think my friend should be home soon, between the two of us we should be able to get it in the house alright” I tuck my phone back into my back pocket, and he nods.

“Just you and your friend huh? No boyfriend to help you?” He says the implication of his words not lost on me.

“Nope… just my friend and I,” I say smiling up at him.

“Well a pretty thing like you shouldn’t be doing any heavy lifting” He shrugs casually, “I’m off in about an hour if you want some help taking it in,” He says slowly his fingers tapping rhythmically on the roof of my car.

“Oh no I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you” I giggle softly hiding the smile on my face.

“No no I insist, customer service is my top priority” He chuckles.

“Well, I suppose if you insist” I giggle softly, and he holds his palm out for my phone. “I’d appreciate any help I can get” I pass him my phone and he takes it brushing his fingers against mine, I watch him type his number into my phone and then call his own, the low buzzing in his pocket signalling the call went through.

“Alright I’ll let you know when I’m off” He grins standing up and shoving his hands in his pockets, I nod almost too eagerly.

“Okay sounds good” I grin.

“And well, maybe after we take care of your tree, you’d be interested in completing a customer service survey… say over dinner,” He asks, and a bright smile crosses my face.

“Dinner?” I ask hesitantly.

“Oh yeah just to make sure I provided the best service I could” He says teasingly.

“Oh of course, well in that case, dinner sounds great” I grin, and he lets out what looks like a sigh of relief.

“Alright, I’ll uh give you a call later” He grins, turning around as he hears Gary calling for him in the distance.

“I’ll be waiting” I giggle waving at his retreating figure, one he’s out of the side I climb in the car and call my friend.

“Hey, you get the tree?” She asks.

“Fuck the tree I got a date!” I squeal and she gasps.

“Tell me everything!” She laughs, and I launch into my story, starting the car and pulling out the tree lot.

[enkvyu]

ask game — prompt from this request

“you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

there’s an extra thump in gojo’s heartbeat.

his hands are sweaty even though he’s swiped his palms along his jeans a million times. he feels light headed, perhaps due to the sun peeking through the train window, and his thoughts are playing bumper cars inside his skull.

his mouth is dry, his body is begging him to relax his stiff posture, and he’s nervous. too much blood is rushing to his brain and not enough air is entering his lungs. he thinks he might need some water, but he's worried that if he tries drinking it'll just dribble down his chin.

you sleep peacefully through his panic.

the gentle rumble of wheels along rails lulls you into a shallow sleep, not the kind that has you wishing for a deeper slumber, but just enough rest for your heart to slow and your breathing to deepen.

your pillow is soft. it’s sturdy against your cheek and smells really, really nice, like fresh laundry hung out under the summer sun. it’s also warm, which is an obvious bonus. you snuggle into the heat, exhaling softly when you’re comfortable.

a sudden incline of the train track makes the carriage jolt, and your eyes widen at the shift in gravity.

“what’s happening?” your words slur together as you lift your head from your pillow to survey your surroundings.

you find gojo sitting beside you, oddly rigid and close by.

“why is your shoulder next to my head?”

gojo clears his throat, his eyes darting to you then away. “no reason.”

accepting his answer, you yawn and stretch your arms above your head. your hands collide with the compartment above and you’re once again reminded of where you were.

“when’s the train arriving?” you ask.

gojo flips his phone around to check the time. “you were asleep for forty minutes, so we still have an hour to go.”

“an hour? that long?”

“that’s why i said you should have let me warp us there instead.”

“i’d rather die.” you immediately decline. “last time i let you teleport us to the mission site, we ended up in california.”

“california is a great place!”

“our mission was in finland.”

gojo huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. the gesture blocks you off and you know he is sulking.

it's clear your words have wedged its way deep into gojo's heart, leaving a wound that'll only grow and become infected if you don't soothe him with flattery. “maybe next time, okay? sometime after you’ve mastered your technique which, i'm sure won't take long since you've always been so competent.”

he remains quiet, but you can almost see his ears perk towards you.

"the most competent out of the lot of us!"

he shifts closer, though his arms are still crossed at his front.

"throughout heaven and earth, you alone are the competent one?"

he finally turns over to you, loosening his posture. there's still doubt in his eyes but it is as expected; dealing with a sulky gojo was never going to be easy. “if you don’t trust me, you can just say that.” he pouts.

“okay, i don’t trust you.”

he tilts his body further away from you.

you're quick to reach over and hook your hand under his arm, pulling it towards you in hopes that he'll face you once again. you made a mistake, a slight slip of the tongue and now your progress had been reset. "my bad! but seriously, aren't you tired of playing the victim all the time?"

"excuse me?"

"i mean." you bite your lip, sealing away any more harsh remarks that might leave your mouth unintentionally. "you... are crazy cool! you're the best, gojo. i deeply apologise for my words earlier."

his mouth hangs open. "i think the one who's crazy is you. how do you always find something to complain about?"

"you're telling that to me? as if you weren't treating this entire train ride like your own personal therapy session. i did not need to know how much you struggled on the toilet this morning."

"it's a sign of being unhealthy! that's a very big concern!"

"one that you can bring up with shoko, not me." you easily deflect. "i could not care less about your health even if i tried."

"you are so mean."

you shrug. "i think you're just being a pissy boy."

"you kiss your mother with that mouth?" he asks. "and she lets you? even though her child is a mean, spiteful, terrible person?"

he doesn't appreciate how his eyes flicker down to your lips at the mention, suddenly growing conscious of how he had begun to lean in during the heated conversation. you look none the different, face carved into your usual expression of disinterest.

it irks him.

wasn't it unfair how unfazed you seemed whilst he was running a marathon in his head? wasn't it simply annoying how much you looked like you were falling asleep again, even though his thoughts were held captive by the sight of you?

"where did you think my attitude comes from in the first place?" there's a lazy grin on your face that only makes gojo heat up even more—because it made him mad, not because it looked good on you, he tells himself.

"if you kissed me i wouldn't like it." he says, then immediately slaps a hand over his mouth.

you give him the strangest look you can muster. "sorry?"

"i mean, because, i'm saying i wouldn't like it because you are such a mean person. that's all i'm saying, there's nothing else i'm trying to tell you. you're a horrible person. that's what i meant." gojo splutters. "not because i want you to kiss me. that would be such a strange thing to say. which is why i wasn't saying that."

there's a silence that fills the carriage, broken only from the hum of the train. gojo thinks he can hear his brain explode in the absence of sound before you finally burst out into laughter.

"oh my god, gojo! i never thought you would be the type of person that gets flustered over something like talking about kissing." you say around your giggles, smothering them with your palm as you watch gojo grow red. "especially since you brought it up."

gojo hisses, turning away to rest his chin on his hand, elbow on the aisle armrest. he pointedly ignores your attempts to get him to face you. "me neither." he mumbles into his hand.

"it's kind of cute."

"shut up."

"you're getting redder!"

"ignore it."

you only quiet down when a few minutes passes, making snide remarks at his oddly still state before sighing in satisfaction. you check the time on your phone and note that there was still a long way to go before you arrived. placing it on silent, you tap gojo on the shoulder. "wake me up before the train gets to our stop, okay?"

he makes a noise that you take as agreement, considering that he won't bear to look at you, before adjusting yourself and closing your eyes.

the train ride is silent save for your silent snores and the internal monologue of gojo's breakdown. his body grows stiff when he feels a pressure on his shoulder.

looking over, he finds you using him as a pillow again.

the embarrassment of his earlier words and his slight realisation that you made him feel weird, made him feel warm and nervous all over, makes this action deadly. with his heart racing, he sighs and shifts around so that you were more comfortable. the gesture is appreciated, and you sigh softly in your sleep.

the sight of you is pure torture and gojo finds himself unable to chase sleep as easily as you do. he stays awake until the train halts at the station, ignoring your question on why he looked so tired.

i'll write the other requests tmrw !! i'm sorry that this doesn't rlly have much to do with the prompt but i think i'm starting to lose my mind

[gloomysoup]

before we get too old

rating: T+ | word count: 3,563 | tags: major character death, angst, hurt no comfort, canon-typical violence, implied steddie (if you squint) | ao3

*title is from Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol*

i am so happy to FINALLY be sharing this fic with y'all. I've been sitting on this one for MONTHS, and surprisingly kept it pretty secret. I wanna give quick thanks to my friends, Ro and Seph, for helping me edit over the last several weeks and convincing me it's actually good enough to post. They are godsends, I swear. And of course a special thank you to my spouse @estrellami-1 for having full confidence in me and always being my cheerleader 💜 I hope y'all enjoy this fic (and don't hate me too much for what I've done here)

It happened so fast. His attention was away from Mike and Will for maybe a handful of seconds at most, turned just long enough to scan the area behind him for movement. All it took was a few seconds though. When he turned back around, a demogorgon had lept toward the two young teens, and Steve Harrington was blocking them.

There wasn’t even enough time for Steve to raise his bat. He didn’t stand a chance. He shoved the two boys behind him so hard that Will tripped and fell. Mike was frozen on the spot. The creature had a hold on Steve before anyone could even blink. Its claws dug into his skin as its face opened up, sinking sharp teeth into tender muscle and tearing. Steve gritted his teeth to keep from screaming too loudly, his head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut. The others regained their senses and shot at the demogorgon, forcing it to release Steve and move back far enough for Jonathan to hit it with flames. Steve crumpled to the ground in a pool of his own blood, falling limp like a rag doll, tossed aside by a child who found something more interesting to play with.

The creature was dead. The other groups were scattered, following the plan. This hadn’t been part of it. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Mike and Will stood a few paces away from where Steve laid on the ground, forcing wet, gasping breaths into his lungs through the blood pouring out in droves. Jonathan dropped to his side as soon as he was certain the rest of the area was clear.

“Steve,” he said between quick breaths. He pulled a wad of gauze from his bag, a precaution Nancy had made them all take. Part of him knew, just looking at Steve, that it wasn’t going to be enough. “Hey, you’re gonna be okay, man.”

Steve coughed, blood spilling from his mouth and dripping down the sides of his face. “It- it came outta- outta nowhere, man. I had- had to help- had to keep the kids safe.”

“Yeah, you did. They’re fine, Steve. You protected them.” Jonathan fought the emotions creeping up his throat as he pressed the gauze into the gaping wounds on Steve’s torso. The skin was ripped to shreds. Jonathan could almost convince himself he could see the bones of Steve’s rib cage through all the blood. Steve winced and groaned at the sharp pressure. “I’m sorry. I gotta- I gotta stop the bleeding. It’s a lot of blood.”

“Be better if Nance was here, huh?” Steve tried to laugh, but it just came out weak and strained. It led to another cough, blood spilling everywhere. It was already pooling underneath him, seeping into the ground. “She’d know exactly what to do."

“You’re right, she would. She’s always the one better in a crisis, isn’t she?” Jonathan licked his lips. His hands were coated in blood. It was seeping through the gauze far quicker than he had hoped it would. This was bad. “You’re gonna be okay, Steve. We’re gonna get you outta here, yeah?”

Steve took a few more gasping breaths, his eyes fluttering before drifting behind Jonathan to Mike and Will. His gaze pulled back to Jonathan, dark and dim as he fought for every blood-soaked breath. “You don’t have to lie, man. I- I know it’s bad. I’m not making it out of here, am I?”

Jonathan shook his head. “No, you gotta hang on, okay? We’ll find a way. We’ll get you help, and everything will be fine.” The gauze was completely soaked through. Blood seeped through his fingers, coating his hands in thick, sticky red. He could feel it soaking into the knees of his jeans. He looked over his shoulder. “Mike, Will, I need you to help,” he called. “I need something to stop the bleeding.”

Mike stood stock-still, whole body trembling, but Will seemed to instantly jump into action. He rummaged through their small supply, looking for anything they could use. He found a spare t-shirt and a jacket. It would have to do. They didn't have any other option, and the walkies hadn’t been working this whole time. They had no way of calling the others for help. They were on their own. Will tossed the shirt at his brother, standing just to the side as Jonathan switched out the dark red, dripping gauze for the shirt. It had done nothing to staunch any of the bleeding. Steve had gone pale. Paler than any person ever should be. He was losing too much.

“W- Will, okay?” Steve asked, still fighting for air.

“I’m fine, Steve,” Will answered softly. “We both are. You saved us.”

“That’s- that’s good.” His eyes drifted shut, and Jonathan began to panic. His heart pounded in his chest. His lungs constricted. He couldn't breathe. He needed Steve to make it out of this. He had to save him.

“Hey, hey, no, Steve, you have to stay awake,” he said quickly, pressing one hand to his face and tapping his cheek. He tried to swallow back the bile that wanted to rise at the red it left behind. “I need you to stay awake for me, yeah? You’re gonna be okay, but you can’t close your eyes.”

Steve winced again, his breathing coming shallow and raspy. He was losing so much blood. “R-Robin?”

“She’s coming,” Jonathan promised quickly, not knowing if it was true or not, but also knowing that all he could do now was try to comfort Steve. All he could do was try and reassure him, make this easier on the guy that had sacrificed so much for all of them and never expected anything in return. He just needed to believe that everything was okay. That he would see Robin soon. He still didn't fully understand their relationship, but he knew it was important to both of them. “Robin’s coming, Steve. You just gotta stay with me a little longer. She’ll be here soon.”

“Jonathan,” Will whispered, looking at his brother worriedly. He was crouched on the other side of Steve now, his face pale. Like he knew. He just knew. Jonathan hated that he knew. Will was too young. He shouldn't have to know.

“It’s gonna be okay,” Jonathan said firmly, trying to reassure everyone in a situation that he knew wasn’t going to have a happy ending. What else was he supposed to do?

“Hey- hey, man, I- uh- I’m sorry.” Jonathan put his attention on Steve, not quite sure what he was apologizing for. “All the shit- the shit that I did. Wasn’t cool. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, no, you don’t have to apologize for that stuff. It doesn't matter anymore. I got over it a long time ago. If anything, I should be the one sorry. I’m the one that stole your girlfriend.

Steve tried to laugh again, but it just made him choke up more blood. God, there was so much blood. “Nah, she never really- really loved me. It was always you anyway.” His eyes drifted shut for a moment again, but he was still speaking. “Robin- Robin’s on her way, yeah?”

“She’s coming, Steve. You just gotta keep breathing. She’ll be here soon.”

“You know, she- she’s my best friend. She always- always jokes that we’re soulmates. Platonic with a capital ‘P’.” Steve’s voice was slow and syrupy. Rough. Jonathan hated how slow it sounded.

“Yeah? That’s really cool, man. You deserve someone like that.”

Jonathan just needed to keep him talking. If he was talking, he was alive. The longer he was alive, the more hope they had. Jonathan knew that wasn't actually true, but it's all he could do. Convince himself of lies. Anything to keep from falling apart in front of Mike and Will. They didn't need that. They needed him to be strong.

Steve nodded his head slowly, just barely enough to catch the movement. “I- you’ll tell her I- I love her, right? She’s gotta know. Someone’s gotta tell her.”

“You can tell her yourself.”

He winced, shaking his head. “I think we both know that’s not gonna happen.” Another cough. “Promise me something?”

“No, Steve, you’re gonna be fine. We’re gonna get you out of here.”

“Jon.” His voice was raspy and distant. Jonathan doubted he had much time left. “Take- take care of them for me. Nance especially. Don’t- don’t let her blame herself. Me, Barb. None of it was- was her fault. And Robs. She’s- she’s gonna need someone. You’ve gotta- gotta look out for her for me. Promise you- you’ll be there for them?”

Jonathan nodded quickly. He didn’t have a choice anymore. Any hope that Steve was getting out of there alive was dwindling rapidly. His skin was growing more and more pale and cold from blood loss. His eyes were heavy and dim. His breathing was too shallow. Jonathan knew if he felt for his pulse, it would barely even be there. Too weak to keep pumping blood he didn't have. “Of course I will. I’ll make sure they’re okay. You don't have to worry. I’ve got them.”

“Thanks, man.” Steve took a few breaths and his head lolled over toward Will as he looked at him. He tried to muster a smile, but it was tight and bloody. So red. “You’re a good kid, Will,” he muttered. “You’ve gotta- gotta make sure all you little- little rugrats are looking after each other.”

Will nodded instantly, tear tracks on his cheeks. Jonathan could tell that Will knew. He knew this was it. He watched his little brother choke back a sob.

“Hey, no, you don’ gotta do that. You’ll be okay.”

Mike dropped to his knees next to Will, sobbing harder than Jonathan had ever seen. “You can’t die on us, Steve!” he begged, grabbing the older boy’s cold, clammy hand.

“Mike,” Steve whispered. “You’re gonna be okay.”

“No! No, you can’t! We- we need you!”

“Nah, you guys are strong. You’ll be okay.”

“No, Steve, don’t! I- I’m sorry I was such an asshole to you. I’m sorry. I never should have been like that. You were always there to save us, and I was awful to you!”

The corner of Steve’s lips tugged up slightly as he tried to squeeze Mike’s hand with the little strength he had left. “I know you didn’t mean it. You’re just a kid.”

“That’s not an excuse!”

“I know. I’m not mad. I love all you- you little twerps, okay?”

“Steve, please, don’t go.”

“‘S okay, Mike. Eddie’s waitin’ for me. ‘M not gonna be alone anymore.”

Jonathan looked up and spotted people in the distance. Nancy, Robin, Lucas, and Erica. He stood up instantly, scrambling to his feet. “Nance! Robin!” he yelled as loudly as he could, his voice breaking as he realized he was crying now too. He waved his arms frantically, tripping over his feet to get closer. “Robin! It’s Steve!” The group stopped dead. Nancy, Lucas, and Erica exchanged looks, but Robin didn’t hesitate. She took off sprinting toward them, the other three following behind a split second later. Jonathan dropped back down, his hand on Steve’s bicep to get his attention. “Steve, hold on, okay? Robin’s coming. She’s right here. Just another moment longer.”

Robin came skidding to a halt, Will and Jonathan taking a few steps back as she collapsed to her knees at his side. She took his face in her hands, and Steve coughed up some more blood before attempting a smile, his teeth stained. Jonathan could still make out his own blood red fingerprint on Steve’s cheek between Robin’s fingers. He was fading fast now. He didn't have much time left. “Steve, no, no, hey, you’re going to be okay.” She started rambling, tears streaking her face. Steve cut her off, weakly raising his arm to cup her cheek. His thumb smeared red across her skin while he tried to comfort her with a bloody hand.

“Robs,” he whispered. “Robs, ’s- ’s okay. Gonna- gonna see Eds again. ‘M okay.”

“Steve, please.” Robin’s voice cracked and broke.

The others had arrived, and Mike had moved back to stand with his sister and his friends. It wasn’t the whole group, but at least Steve wasn’t alone. At least he got to say goodbye to Robin. Nancy was crying, looking between Steve and Jonathan. All Jonathan could do was shake his head. There wasn’t anything more they could do. He had tried everything he could. There was no hope of getting him help. He wouldn’t make it back to the gate. This was it.

“‘S okay, Robbie. ‘M gonna be okay. You’re gonna be- be okay.”

“No, I’m not. Not without you. I need you, dingus.”

“No, you don't. You never did. I needed you.” Steve’s eyes fluttered. “Tell Dustin- Dustin that ‘m sorry, and ‘m with Eddie now, ‘kay? Make sure he’s- he’s okay. He’s gotta- gotta remember that- that I love ‘im, ‘kay? Max and El too. They- they gotta…. Do that for me?”

“Tell them yourself, dingus,” Robin whispered. “Stay alive, and tell them yourself.”

Steve tried to take a breath, but it was rattling and shallow. He got cut off by another rough bout of coughing that sounded so painful, even Jonathan’s chest hurt in sympathy. “I'm not sure I can anymore. I- I'm so- so cold.” He blinked at Robin, trying to smile. “Promise. Please?”

Robin sniffed, her next breath shaky. “Okay. I promise.”

“Thank you.” He sighed softly. “Love you, Robbie. Always,” he whispered on his last remaining breath. His eyes were closed, and he let out one last puff of air before his chest stilled. The air around them was heavy and silent as they all watched his arm go limp, falling from Robin’s cheek and hitting the ground with a gentle thud. It all seemed to happen in slow motion. That was it. Steve was gone.

The next sound that filled the air around them was Robin’s screaming as she collapsed forward onto her best friend. Her soulmate. She was covered in what remained of his blood, not even caring as she pressed her face against his chest and grabbed at his body as she shook with the force of each devastating sob. “I love you,” she stuttered out between gasping breaths and heart-wrenching cries. “I love you, okay? I love you.”

Steve had always done so much. He took care of them. He protected them. He loved them. In the end, there was nothing they could do to protect him.

Twenty years old was too young to die.

Nancy stood by Jonathan’s side, watching Robin as the grief completely overwhelmed her. “What happened?” she finally asked quietly, voice strained with tears.

Jonathan swallowed hard, his arm tight around her shoulders. “Demogorgon. It came out of nowhere, headed straight for Mike and Will. Steve shoved them out of the way, but there wasn’t time to fight it off. He didn’t stand a chance.”

“Dustin and Max are going to be devastated.”

“Robin almost didn’t make it in time,” Jonathan whispered, watching the girl gasp through more sobs that wracked her entire body. “I think he was waiting for her. He just wanted to say goodbye to his best friend.”

“I can’t imagine what would have happened if we hadn’t been here soon enough….” Nancy glanced at Mike and Will, who were standing with Lucas and Erica. All four of them watched in silence, tears rolling down their cheeks. “Are they okay?”

“Physically, they’re fine. Steve was the only one who- who got hurt. I don’t think they’re ever going to be okay about this, though. Mike is really upset. I think he blames himself a little.”

There was movement and noise in the distance. Jonathan looked up, spotting Hopper first. His heart dropped, knowing what he had to do now. He pulled away from Nancy, nodding in their direction when she looked at him.

"I'm gonna meet them halfway," he whispered. "I want to try to prepare them."

Nancy nodded. "I'll stay here with the kids and Robin. Jonathan?" He looked back at her. "Good luck."

He nodded solemnly. "Thanks."

Jonathan jogged to catch the other group before they got too close. They instantly slowed to a stop as he reached them.

Hopper frowned, eyes roving over Jonathan's appearance. "What happened? Are you okay? Where is that blood coming from?"

Jonathan glanced down at himself for the first time since all this started. He was covered, practically head to toe, in blood. Steve's blood. It was everywhere, soaked into his clothes and staining his hands. Distantly, he could still hear Robin's piercing screams echoing through the air.

"It- it's not mine," he answered dumbly, shaking his head.

"Then whose the hell is it?" Hopper demanded.

Silence followed for a moment. Jonathan paused, trying to think of how to say what he needed to say. There was really only one way to answer that question, though. He just had to say it. "Steve's."

"What?" Dustin paled where he stood next to Hopper. His eyes flickered between Jonathan and Hopper rapidly. Jonathan could see the panic rising in him.

He could feel the shock finally settling in. He knew it by the tingling that had started up in his fingers and toes. The way he couldn't quite get a full breath into his lungs. His heart was pounding against his rib cage and his blood was rushing in his ears.

"There- there was a- a demogorgon. He- he put himself in front of the boys.

Max was off before anyone could try to stop her. His mom had El in her arms as the tears started. Dustin was frozen, staring at Jonathan in horror.

"No," he whispered. "No, he- he-"

"I tried everything," Jonathan said softly. "I couldn't- I couldn't stop it. There was so much blood...."

"Jonathan." He looked up at the tone in Hopper's voice. He blinked a few times, trying to straighten out his scrambling brain.

"He- He didn't make it."

"No!" Dustin screamed, fat tears running down his grimy cheeks. "No, he can't! We have to save him! Steve!" Dustin took off. Jonathan could hear the sobs bursting from his chest as he ran.

"Is there any way-"

"No."

Jonathan was sticky with half-dried blood. He didn't know what to do anymore. He swayed on his feet. It was all coming down around him. He couldn't save Steve. He couldn't protect any of them. The blood was so sticky.

“Jonathan.” He looked up, not even realizing he had been staring at his red-stained hands. “Are you okay? Did anyone else get hurt?”

He shook his head again. “Steve, he- he pushed them out of the way. He saved them, and I- I couldn't even save him.”

“It's not your fault.”

Steve’s blood-soaked smile fluttered through his mind. His ears rang with Robin’s screaming sobs, her begging. He could still feel Steve’s blood seeping from his body between his fingers, soaking through everything they had to try and stop it. He couldn't save him. It sure felt like his fault.

He doesn't know what happens after that. Everything passes by him, every moment slipping through the gaps. All he knows is his hands are stained and tacky with dried blood. His clothes stick to him. Steve is dead.

Jonathan doesn't know how to live in a world that doesn't have Steve Harrington in it.

-----

No one ever prepares you for the aftermath of tragedy.

It's been a month, and Jonathan still can't close his eyes without seeing blood and bone and shredded muscle. He can't close his eyes without feeling the wetness seeping between his fingers and into his clothes. He always hears the echo of last words, of screaming, crying. He hears Robin begging Steve to hold on. He hears her stuttering “I love yous” in the wake of death.

Twenty years old is too young to die.

No one has seen or heard from Robin since. Max is more withdrawn than ever before. Mike is too quiet. Dustin’s just a shell. They've all been hit hard by so much loss. Everywhere they turned, someone else was dead. They were all bound to break eventually.

Jonathan knows it isn’t fair to think, but sometimes he wishes it had been him instead. Not that he thinks he deserves it over Steve and Eddie. No one deserves to die like that. It’s just…. Jonathan sees the way everyone needs them. He sees the way losing them has affected everyone else. He just wonders if maybe it would have been different. Maybe they wouldn’t be hurting so much, if Jonathan had died instead.

It's not fair.

Nothing is fair.

Steve Harrington has been dead one month, and Jonathan still doesn’t know how to live his life. He doesn't know how to move on from it. Jonathan is also convinced he has finally lost it. Every time he turns around, there Steve is. A glimpse in the grocery store, standing by the bus stop, lurking between shelves in Family Video.

God, they weren't even friends. They never had been. Truthfully, most of the time, they barely got along. They were civil, obviously. There was no hesitation when it came to the end of the world. But they were so far from friends. And yet.

Jonathan doesn't know how to live in a world that doesn't have Steve Harrington in it.