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Hyunjin × M! Reader - Dancer AU I SMAU | Chapter 17

Ch. 17 - I’ve already won I Previous Chapter | Next Chapter I

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Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Dark but nothing too triggering? Mention of panic attacks, i don’t think there’s swearing just be aware. Harassment I guess

“Y/N! It’s been a while huh?” Yeonjun spoke, his arm around your shoulder looked like a friendly gesture to anyone else. But you knew differently. The way his nails discreetly dug into your shoulder as another way to say “you better keep your mouth shut.”

“You and Y/N know each other, wow I don’t think I would’ve expected that.” San starts off, it was gonna be hard to get out of this one. “So how’d you two meet?” You open your mouth to say something, however you’re cut off by Yeonjun. Any sense of control you thought you could have, even if it was the smallest bit, you were a fool to think that could happen. “Ah, yeah we were friends in high school a couple years ago.” His hand began to gently rub up and down your upper arm, fueling into the lie of how you were “friends.” Unfortunately, San still wanted to know more. So here you were as Yeonjun continued to spit out lies about your past, twisted so far that the past he led on had never even happened. Meanwhile, you stood frozen in place as the memories began to flood your head. All the pain, heartbreak, the trauma he inflicted was like no other. You swear you could absolutely explode right now.

“Well how about we go sit on the couch hm? Make yourself at home Yeonjun.” Trying your best to keep your expression hidden as you had to keep reminding yourself that the story he led on was what everyone knew of right now. Trying to flip it and cause a scene right here had no way of ending well. “Yeah I agree, come on Y/N.” Yeonjun’s hand slid down to your wrist, a tight, warning grip that said shut the hell up. It could’ve also been to say, “I’ve already won.”

No matter what you say or do in this situation could end well. Knowing the type of person Yeonjun was, everyone’s safety was at risk if he got too upset. Having to take that into consideration as well, you were stuck. All you could do was play along with the stupid events he led on, while having to fight off the flashbacks before they got too deep into your head. Having a panic attack right here would also cause a scene. You were so fucked.

Or, maybe not completely…. Maybe there was a way out of the situation. At least for a little bit. Nothing that was discussed even concerned nor involved you. The only reason that Yeonjun even brought you over was to see you squirm. That man and everything he did was sick. “Uh sorry to interrupt but where’s the bathroom?” Asking San as they were about to move onto a new topic. You could feel the Yeonjun glaring bullets, however you avoided eye contact. “Oh yeah sure, it’s down the hall to the right.” You thanked him quickly before hurrying off to the bathroom while trying not to arouse suspicion. As soon as you stepped foot in the bathroom, you immediately shut and locked the door. The tears that had been building up in your eyes for the last half hour suddenly came rushing out like a waterfall.

You were on the verge of a panic attack, doing whatever you could to calm yourself. “I have got to get out of here.” Your breathing began to slow down as you thought of a plan to get out of here. Sniffling you pulled out your phone from your back pocket, getting a ride home was the only safe way out of this.

You started to feel a bit more at ease knowing Lia and Ryu were on the way, however the distance between you two still kept you on edge. Deciding to go with her advice, you splashed water on your face as you prepared yourself to go out there. It was no doubt that Yeonjun knew the effect he had on you. That he was the reason for your sudden need to disappear. Knowing for a fact that he found enjoyment in seeing you all restless. Your hand shook as it neared the door knob, resting for a few moments before you hesitantly opened it.

Not but two steps out and you were suddenly pushed against the wall. A burning pain was sent down your back as it collided harshly with the wood behind you. You opened your mouth to scream, however you were quickly shut up by his hand. “Shhh, wouldn’t want to alarm anyone would you?” Your eyes widened as you stood face to face with Yeonjun, beginning to squirm in his harsh grip. His strength was overwhelming, only needing a single hand to keep you pushed up against the wall. A sick smirk coated his face, “Surprised to see me?” A small muffled whimper left your mouth as you used all your strength to try and escape. “Helpless, just like that one night. That was fun hm.?” He said as he slowly unconvered your mouth, using the back of his knuckle to caress your face.

Tears glossed over your eyes as the memories flooded back, remembering the day that everything had changed. As much as you wanted to scream and cry out for help, the words seemed to have gotten caught in your throat. “What, cat got your tongue? Can’t even respond to a simple question..” He laughed lightly as he looked you up and down. “Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic.” His smirk dropped with his insult.

“What the fuck?”

The voice startled both you and Yeonjun, turning your head to see who had been standing nearby. “Mingyu-“ You had started to speak before Yeonjun put his hand back over your mouth. “Hush”

“What do you want?” Yeonjun’s facade was gone, now harshly speaking to Mingyu. “The hell do you think you’re doing dude? I suggest you get your hands off of him.” Mingyu took a couple steps closer. Yeonjun stayed unphased. “We’re just talking. He’s fine.”

“Y/N.” Your eyes darted over at Mingyu, still unable to speak. “Do you want him to let you go?” You looked between the two for a moment, before quickly nodding. The way Yeonjun bit his lip in anger as his hand pressed tighter over your mouth was another reminder of how powerful and intimidating he was. “You heard him, let go.” By this point, you could feel your heart pounding against your chest. It sent a quiet but painful ringing through your ears. “Yeah, or what? What are you gonna do?”

It only took two seconds for him to snap a photo of the scene in front of him, the sound silent but the flash blinding your eyes. Causing both of you to flinch. “I can ruin your reputation in 2 seconds. So if i were you, I’d let go before things get ugly.”

Yeonjun gritted his teeth, glancing back and forth between you and Mingyu. He sighed and rolled his eyes as you felt the pressure being lifted off of you. The moment it did, Mingyu already had his hand around your wrist as he quickly pulled you behind him. “I really suggest you leave, you’re lucky I don’t take this to the police for harassment.”

“Tch, yeah whatever.” Yeonjun started to walk towards the front door. He bent down slightly and briefly to your level as he passed by you, “Watch your fucking back.” It only took that for Mingyu to pull you closer to him. Once Yeonjun was out of sight, he turned you around to face him. “Are you okay?” He said, placing his hands on your shoulders. You were too overwhelmed with shock to cry. “I..” You started to speak before trailing off, “I just want to leave.”

“Alright, that’s fine. Come on let’s go out the back, I’ll call San later and explain everything.” Although you were against the idea of San finding this out about his former roommate, you were too shaken up to even protest. Mingyu’s hand caressing up and down your back as he led you quietly out the door around to where his car was.

Suddenly, your phone began to ring as you quickly got into the passenger seat. You glanced at your phone, pausing for a moment before swiping right to answer the call. It was Lia. “Y/N, there’s a wreck on the highway, i’m calling to check up on you because it’s gonna be a while before we get there. I’m sorry I know you need us right now I-“

“Lia, it’s okay.” Cutting off her rambling to reassure her. Due to all the events, you completely forgot that you’d texted her previously. “Don’t worry about it, Mingyu is taking me home.” Glancing up at him, he stayed focus on your guys’ conversation. “What? You told him about Yeonjun?” A sigh sounded, biting your lips as you contemplated on how to explain without breaking down. “N-Not exactly. It’s a long story but i’m okay. I’m sorry I called you guys out here.” Your voice remained low, not reaching above a medium tone ever sense being towered over by Yeonjun. “It’s okay Y/N, don’t sweat it. I’m just so glad you’re safe, we’re gonna get home and i’ll check up on you later, alright?”

“A-Alright, thanks Lia..” The shock began to set aside as the call ended, other emotions wandering back causing you to zone out. So much had happened in only 45 minutes, it was unbelievable and overwhelming. Suddenly you felt warmth on one of your unknowingly shaky hands. Looking up to see Mingyu, he spoke. “Be honest, did something happen with you two prior?” Inhaling a sharp breath before speaking as you suddenly avoided eye contact. “I.. I don’t really want to talk about it Mingyu.. Not right now at least.” He was quick to respond, “Don’t worry, that’s okay. Just tell me where you wanna go, wherever you’ll feel safest.”

Safest…

The same word repeating over and over in your mind. Where would you really be safe? Were you safe anywhere? These questions raced through your mind as you contemplated. Which way would you most likely be caught. Sneaking in at now 11 at night? Or early in the morning when your dad was still blackout drunk. You hadn’t even noticed that you were zoned out, that was until Mingyu placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Do you wanna go back with me?”

Back with him..? Did you? The feeling of his hand on your shoulder brought tears to your eyes. But in a good way, somehow it made you feel… at ease. Your eyes glanced up at him as tears glossed over. You tried to speak but the words got caught in your throat, Mingyu nodded before sliding his hand off slowly before turning the key in the ignition. Your phone had began to start blowing up with texts from San and Hyunjin, though mostly San. All the energy had been drained out of you. You couldn’t even bring yourself to think, let alone actually have a conversation with someone. The ride was quiet and silent as Mingyu drove to his house. The events playing over and over in your head brought tears to your eyes. However, you blinked them away, you wouldn’t show that you were weak. At some point you must’ve dozed off as your mind went in circles. All that time you spent getting away from Yeonjun, all that time you tried to protect yourself. It had finally paid off, only for him to find you again years later. You were convinced you’d never be at peace.

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— 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. (𝐡𝐜𝐬)

INCLUDES | takashi mitsuya, manjiro sano (bonten tl), chifuyu matsuno, shuji hanma, tetta kisaki, haruchiyo sanzu.

CONTENT WARNING | sanzu's contains nsfw, mention of eating disorders. fem!reader.

NOTE | all characters are in their 20s, english isn't my first language! (divider by cafekitsune)

— MITSUYA.

Mitsuya has a hard time getting over your death. He's constantly haunted by the feeling that he somehow failed to protect you, even though your death had nothing to do with him and everyone around him always insists on the fact that there's nothing he could have done to prevent it.

His grief gets so bad that taking care of himself becomes the last thing on his mind. He neglects his appearance and barely eats anymore, he simply can't find the motivation to carry on with his life as if nothing happened. The only thing he looks forward to every day is going back to sleep.

His dreams have become a sanctuary, a safe place where death doesn't exist and the two of you can finally reunite.

— MIKEY.

Mikey keeps a stoic expression the entire time he's being told the news. He's biting his tongue, trying not to let his emotions show.

He feels his heart break into a thousand pieces as fear, anger, and grief all overtake him at once. He wants to scream, to lash out, to hit something. But he doesn't say a single word. He closes his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm himself down.

He then nods curtly before exiting the room and heading to a quiet place where he can gather his thoughts. The world around him feels distant, everything turning into white noise as he struggles to come to terms with what he's just been told.

Mikey hadn't been in touch with you for nearly a decade and he's unsure if he's even supposed to mourn you as intensely as he does, not knowing if you still remembered or even cared about him after all those years.

All he knows is that he did still care about you, and your death feels like a cruel joke life played on him, a punishment that cuts him to the core for all the crimes he's committed.

— CHIFUYU.

Chifuyu completely isolates himself from the world. The moment he hears about your death, he breaks down and cries inconsolably for a solid hour, completely shattered by the loss of yet another friend.

He blames himself for not having done enough to save you, and your death brings back the same overwhelming emotions he experienced when he lost Baji.

With a heavy heart, he visits your grave every day and places a single flower on top of your gravestone, silently expressing his love and respect for you. He takes a moment to collect himself then heads to Baji's resting place where he repeats the same ritual and prays that the pain of losing his best friends will eventually get better.

— HANMA.

Hanma acts like he doesn't care. He'll put on a tough façade, tell everyone he never even cared about you and laugh in their faces when they try to offer condolences. He goes so far as to get defensive when anyone dares to suggest that he had any emotional attachment to you.

You were nothing but a careless brat who threw herself head first into the lion's den despite having been warned of the risks beforehand. Why would he feel any sort of empathy? Why would he care?

But this façade crumbles down as soon as he's alone in the funeral home, staring down at your open casket.

He slowly takes a step closer, looking at your lifeless body, the memory of you lying on the ground, blood pouring out of your wounds flashing through his mind.

He reaches out a shaky hand to cup your face but retracts it right away when he feels the coldness of your skin, a single tear escaping from his eye.

He doesn't let it show, but he spends the rest of his life missing you.

— KISAKI.

Kisaki doesn't react. At least, not from the outside. He keeps his head down and continues flipping through his papers, as if the words he just heard held little to no importance to him.

He might even hum dismissively and wave off whoever brought him the news, not bothering to say anything else.

But anyone who knows him knows that Kisaki is seething with anger beneath the surface.

He doesn't allow himself to dwell on it for too long, though; instead, he channels all those hidden emotions into plotting the perfect revenge. He meticulously devises a plan to make everyone involved with your murder pay, calculating each step to ensure maximum damage.

Regardless of how long it takes, whether it be months or even years, Kisaki will make sure that your death doesn't go unpunished.

— SANZU.

Sanzu tries to forget by sleeping with other women. He wants to move on, and he wants to do it fast.

But he'll be damned if forgetting you was an easy task.

He might try to convince himself that it's not intentional, but he often finds himself gravitating towards women who resemble you in some way. Whether it's the color of their skin or similarities in hair color or style, he can't deny that he still longs for you and looks for you in every woman he picks.

He'll take them from behind and pretend they're you, the palm of his hand softly sliding up their back as if you were suddenly the one moaning for more underneath him. He'll probably moan out your name at some point, not giving a damn about getting a negative reaction from the nameless girl he's using.

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Nothing's gonna hurt you baby | prologue

Detective! Javier peña x f! reader

summary: You were kidnapped one winter night, but you have no memories of the incident or the person who took you. A year later, a homicide leads Javier Peña to your door, seeking help. He soon learns that he must protect the woman he loves.

chapter warnings: mentions of kidnapping, death, angst. The story doesn't follow the plot from narcos, but the use of Javier as the main lead in this story.

w.c: 1,7k

a/n: So lately I've been reading a little bit of this kind of genre and I wanted to give it a try, I got inspired by some readings and movies, and I know that this kind of topic may be triggering for a lot of people, but I'll try not to describe anything hard to read. Thank you in advance for allowing me to keep practicing with my writing, I hope I get better at this someday and I would love to know what you think!

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There was a pain in your head when you woke up. The different voices in your surroundings were pounding against your skull, and terror creeped in.

You slowly opened your eyes, adjusting to the bright light piercing through your headache, intensifying the pain. You tried to recognize the people’s voices around you echoing in your ears, jumbling together into an unrecognizable symphony.

You attempted to move, but a sharp ache shot through your body. You winced. Panic crept in as you struggled to put the pieces together. Tiny fragments of broken memories flashed through your mind, but nothing seemed to explain why you were here.

As you blinked away the haze of confusion, you noticed a figure standing by your bedside—perhaps a nurse—with a gentle expression and a comforting presence. Their voice cut through the chaos, speaking softly to you, trying to reassure you. But the fear remained, gnawing at the edges of your consciousness like a relentless predator.

Questions flooded your mind, demanding answers that seemed just out of reach. What had happened to you? Why were you in the hospital?

“I was coming home from the restaurant; I had this fight with Tom,” you struggled to answer.

“Who is Tom?” the officer asked, walking towards your bed.

“My boyfriend,” you replied.

“That’s the last thing you remember?”

“That’s the last thing that happened yesterday.” You were completely confused, not understanding what was going on.

“Miss,” the officer began, carefully with the next words he was about to say: “That happened a year ago; you had been missing for a year.”

Your hands were shaking; you were completely lost, and the officer tried to comfort you. Your breaths came in short, shallow gasps, each one feeling like a struggle against an invisible weight pressing down on your chest. Panic clenched at your throat, making it difficult to swallow, as the reality of your situation crashed over you like a tidal wave.

The officer, sensing your distress, motioned urgently to the nurse, who hurried to your bedside with a concerned expression etched on her features. "We need something to help her calm down," the officer instructed, his voice laced with urgency.

You had woken up and come back from hell.

You had survived from a nightmare, your captor.

ONE YEAR LATER

Javier parked his car at the curb. The chaos of curious people had already gathered outside the house. Surely, for people to witness a homicide was not an everyday occurrence, and what had happened at this place woke great concern among the neighbors.

He had been working on the Violent Crimes Division for years. However, despite facing things that people wouldn’t normally endure, he had never fully gotten used to them. He had to face death almost on a daily basis, and yet it hurt to see a human become a lifeless frame on the ground because another person took their life away.

Yet he made his way through the crowd, avoiding the concerned people around him. He passed by reporters who asked such morbid questions he couldn’t even believe. The withering look he gave them was enough to make them feel angry, so he kept walking towards the cordoned house, with some officers making sure no one got too close.

“Good morning, people." He greeted her, crouching down under the police tape.

“Good morning, Peña." Steve was welcomed, joined by their other partner, Lauren.

Javier’s gaze traveled down and up his female partner, mesmerized not only by her blonde hair but also her hips. She was a doll, and he considered himself a lucky guy to witness her presence not only here but inside the four walls of his department almost every night.

“How are you, Javier?” She greeted her, placing and swagging her hair.

“Blessed by your presence here,” he answered, smirking.

Not long after, Lauren furrowed her eyebrows, signaling for their partners to follow her to the crime scene.

“What do we have here?” Javier asked, analyzing the horrid image in front of him.

“Naomi Warren. She was found dead this morning at eight thirty by her roommate. She told us Naomi always ran in the morning; it seemed like some crazy bastard followed her here,” Lauren explained, and they kept studying the situation.

They walked closer, and the girl laying there, lifeless, broke Javier’s heart; she didn’t seem older than twenty-five with a life ahead that stopped so suddenly. She was lying there in a white gown with her hands placed over her chest, holding a bouquet of daisies in between. 

“Guys, how are you?” the forensic greeted

“What do you think?” Steven replied, walking around, being careful not to step on the evidence around the girl.

“Do you have the cause of death?” Javier wanted to know, although he could imagine it already.

“It seems like she was strangled, but I’ll be able to tell you more after the autopsy,” she said.

The forensic officer motioned for them to crouch down. But he would initially assume that it was very likely that she had been strangled. The three detectives observed traces of blood in the victim's eyes, and the answer was almost clear.

“There was a note, though,” she clarified.

“A note?” Javier asked, taking a pair of latex gloves from the forensics’ briefcase and kneeling down.

With a gentle hand, he reached out to retrieve the note, his fingers trembling slightly as he unfolded the paper, his eyes scanning the words written in hurried script, and his brow furrowing in concentration.

The note was brief, yet its message was chilling in its simplicity. "You can't hide forever," it read, the words scrawled in dark ink that seemed to seep into Javier's consciousness like poison.

There was a name next to it: yours.

Javier's heart skipped a beat as he read the name next to the ominous message. It felt like a punch to the gut, the familiarity of the name sending a jolt of recognition coursing through his veins.

As the weight of realization settled upon him, Javier's mind raced with questions. What connection did this person have to the victim? And why had they left such a chilling message behind?

“Who kind of bastard could have done something like this?” Lauren asked as she gazed at Javier’s hands.

"Wait,” Steven said. “Do you remember that case from that girl in Boston?”

“Which one?” Javier asked,

“The girl who went missing for a year?” Lauren questioned.

Javier's mind flashed back to the haunting memories of the Boston case—the details of the missing girl, who had disappeared for a year before her tragic fate was discovered. The parallels between that case and the current one sent a shiver down his spine, the pieces of the puzzle slotting into place with eerie precision.

"The Boston case," Javier muttered, his voice tinged with a mix of dread and determination. "It's all coming back to me now."

Lauren's eyes widened with understanding as she connected the dots, realizing the significance of Steven's mention. "You think there's a connection between that case and this one?" She asked, her voice hushed with apprehension.

“There is a way to find out.” Javier's gaze hardened with determination as he contemplated Steven's suggestion. He knew they had to pursue every lead and exhaust every avenue of investigation to uncover the truth behind the chilling message and its connection to his own name.

"What do you have in mind?" Lauren asked, her voice betraying a hint of urgency.

Javier took a moment to collect his thoughts before responding. "We need to revisit the Boston case," he declared, his tone resolute. "We need to dig deeper, reexamine the evidence, and see if there are any overlooked connections between that case and this one."

Steven nodded in agreement, his expression mirroring Javier's determination. "I'll reach out to the authorities in Boston," he said, his voice steady. "We'll request access to the case files, interview witnesses, and do whatever it takes to uncover the truth."

"I know someone from there," Javier said, his voice resolute as he recalled a contact he had in Boston. The mention of this connection sparked a glimmer of hope amidst the uncertainty that hung over them like a shroud.

Javier had found that you and the victim were, in fact, similar. The eerie similarities between yourself and the victim painted a picture of connection that couldn't be ignored. His heart clenched with empathy as he imagined the fear and uncertainty you must have faced, knowing that the same darkness that had claimed the victim now threatened you.

You had moved from Boston and changed your last name. It was clear that you had been running from the ghosts, seeking refuge from the nightmares that haunted your past. But now, those same nightmares seem to have caught up with you, threatening to consume you once more.

With each passing moment, Javier felt the weight of responsibility pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket. He knew that time was running out and that he had to act swiftly to ensure your safety.

Armed with newfound resolve, Javier spared no effort in his quest to track you down.

As the first light of dawn broke through the darkness, Javier stood before your door. He knew that this moment would be pivotal and that the truth awaited him on the other side of that threshold.

With a steadying breath, he reached out and knocked, the sound echoing through the silent morning air. Seconds stretched into eternity as he waited, his anticipation growing with each passing moment.

And then the door opened, revealing you standing before him, bathed in the soft glow of morning light. Javier's breath caught in his throat as he took in your appearance, your eyes meeting his with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still as Javier drank in the sight of you, his heart swelling with a mixture of awe and protectiveness. There was something about you—something that stirred a deep instinct within him. The need to protect, to shield you from all the dangers of the world.

For a moment, he found himself lost in the depths of your gaze, the weight of his responsibility pressing down on him like a heavy burden. But then, with a shake of his head, he pushed aside his doubts and fears, focusing instead on the task at hand.

"I'm Detective Javier Peña," he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil raging within him. "I need to talk to you.”

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Toxic Reappearance

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Request: no this is pure self indulgence. However, they are open for Max, Charles, Lando, Oscar, Daniel, and I’ve now added George to the list.

Summary: an old friend reappears into your life, one that left you traumatized. Having thought you’d never see them again you didn’t ever say anything. When Charles figures out what’s been going on he may just be to late to save you from your past.

Warnings: toxic friendships, abusive behavior,

Notes: written in second person. I feel like abusive friendships aren’t talked about enough. It still hurts and still leaves you with trauma. I’m basing the reader’s feeling off my own from when I went through it. George is actually my stand-in for someone else involved.

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Charles always tried his to appear calm and collected. However, when you started acting different then what he’d used to, calm and reasonable went out the window.

You’d always struggled with friends. Mainly because the one you had was incredibly possessive. She managed to cut you off from a good chunk of the people you once were close with. Using guilt and lies to confuse everyone involved.

You knew her home life wasn’t the greatest and mentally she wasn’t in a good spot, so you tried to be her rock.

It started out great in grade school. The two of you were fast friends and could hardly ever be seen without the other in two. Then it started to become a toxic loop. One you couldn’t get out of due to the guilt every time you tried to set boundaries.

You were so young. You wanted to help. Not that her home life is an excuse for what she did, but it puts it into perspective. Helps you understand why she did what she did.

Playful punches when she was annoyed with you. Blaming not knowing her own strength on why it was so hard. Never being allowed to have your own interests. Always overshadowed by what she was feeling.

You shrunk into yourself. Not able to talk to anyone because you believed her. You thought she left bruises on accident, your boyfriends kissed her first, she really just wanted those revealing pictures of you to bless you with compliments only to turn around and compare your bodies.

In your sophomore year of high school she had to move. Her mom had received a job farther away. You were able to cut contact after that. The weight slowly lifting off your shoulders. The bruises that once littered your skin now clearing without fear of them coming back later.

You’d talked about it, understood that what happened was not okay in the slightest. Your family was floored when you opened up about it to them a couple years later. Then you decided it was in the past, determined ti put everything behind you and move on.

Unfortunately the past has a way of catching up with you.

It was around this time that Charles sped into your life. Quite literally.

You’d been walking through the town. Busy with people in town for the grand-prix weekend. You’d wanted to go but it was more expensive then you could afford. Settling for enjoying it from afar.

You were not at fault for what happened next, having looked both ways before crossing the street. Only to be met with a nice looking car whipping around the corner. It was so fast your only reaction was to protect your head and brace for impact. Surprise flooding your system when nothing happened.

You slowly looked up. Thanking your guardian angel for saving you from what could have been disastrous.

The man in the driver seat frantically got out of the car. Rushing over to you to make sure you were okay. His frantic apoligizing almost went unheard as you began laughing.

You blamed the adrenaline. "I can't believe I almost got hit by a really nice care and now a good looking man is trying to make sure I'm ok."

The man had no words to respond with. Finding himself oddly flattered. The woman he could've killed is completing him? It feels like a corny romance movie.

He offered you a ride to your destination, which you accepted. Joking about how he could be a serial killer.

He assured you he wasn't. Explaining how he was racing this weekend. Killing someone was definitely not on the agenda.

You two exchanged numbers that day. Getting to meet up with him a few times before he left. Then having to resign to text and video call.

You two became good friends. The first truly good friendship you'd had in a while. You were grateful for Charles and his never-ending patience. And he was grateful you were there to listen in good times and in bad.

You were ecstatic when he invited you to a race Monaco. He got to show you around his world and his home. Your eyes lighting up at every little piece of himself he shared with you.

It was then that he asked you out on an official date. Letting the feelings that he'd developed for you spill out.

Obviously you'd reciprocated.

Now, you two have been in a relationship for two years. Learning and growing with each other. First over long distance before Charles had enough and asked you to travel with him.

You were thankful that remote studies had become increasingly popular since quarantine. Giving you the opportunity to follow Charles all around the world.

It was exciting for both of you. Sharing experiences together brought you closer together.

You'd also become friends with others around the paddock. You got along with most everyone. George has become a good friend through your travels.

So it only made sense when he was excited to introduce you to his girlfriend.

You and Charles were walking to the Ferrari garage when he came running up to you.

"Charles! Y/N! I want you to meet someone!" He shouts to you. Joy clearly evident in his voice.

Charles immediately noticed your entire demeanor change when you turned around. The woman he didn't know embracing you in a tight hug. You looked like you wanted to throw up but tried to put a smile on for George.

"You two already know eachother?" Charles asked quizzically.

"We were best friends growing up! I'm surprised she hasn't talked about me." She was referring to you and you knew you should respond but the shock of seeing her wouldn't let you.

She looked different, but you'd still recognize her anywhere. She'd started modeling after high-school. Turns out she met George at a show and they hit it off.

The whole time they talked, you were silent. Trying to choke down the need to tell George to leave her before he gets stuck. But maybe she'd changed and has been able to heal some.

When you and Charles continued walking, he immediately was trying to figure you out. Asking questions you couldn't hear. Your breathing labored.

He got you into his driver's room as fast as possible. "You don't have to tell me everything right now, mon amour. But I do need to know if this is a security issue and if you're okay."

You shake your head and play with his fingers. "I don't think so. She just wasn't the greatest friend." You confessed, hoping it would be enough for now.

Charles pulls you into him. He's unsure what to do, having never been in this situation. Seeing you respond to someone like this makes him more nervous than he wants to admit.

Through the next few months, you opened up little by little. Though with the girl constantly with you, it was starting to send you backwards.

It felt like your body just reacted to her. Your conversations with anyone were distant. You started flinching away from sudden hand gestures.

Charles tried his best to keep you separated from her. It never worked, though. She always found you, and you are too nice to tell her to go away.

It's was even more concerning when he noticed George exhibiting similar behaviors.

The group had gone out to the bar to celebrate the end of the race weekend. George seemed closed off to everyone. Responding almost exclusively to his girlfriend. Her hand on his bicep made him flinch away.

You also were very quiet. She was sitting in between you and George, giving the benefit of control.

Charles was ready to kick her out. You'd finished telling a story only to immediately be shut down and made to feel inferior.

When the two of you arrived back at the hotel, you broke. Falling into Charles and letting the tears flow freely.

"I can't do it anymore." You wailed. Taking comfort in Charles embrace and his hand smoothing your hair.

"We'll figure this out mon amour. I won't let her hurt you."

Things only got worse from there.

She'd managed to get into your phone while you weren't paying attention. You curse yourself for using the same pincode since high school.

When you went to check it, you noticed things were missing and out of place.

You stared at her, pondering if you should say something. And letting the anger win, you did so.

"Did you go through my phone?" You kept your voice as if you were just curious. Hopefully, to deter her from getting angry.

It didn't happen that way. She was furious you'd evernask such a thing. Ranting about how she's been so loyal to you even after you started ignoring her when she moved.

She'd gripped your shoulder far too aggressively. Telling you she only wants to see you happy.

The missing contacts on your phone were frustrating. Even Charles' number was missing. All your pictures with friends had been deleted. Including those on your socials.

You curled farther into yourself after that.

Charles struggled to help you open up. Having to treat you like glass that might shatter.

You'd started wearing sleeves regularly. Barley letting him touch you in the simplest of ways. Changing in the bathroom when you once didn't care because he'd seen it all.

It hurt him seeing you like this, and he became determined to fix it once and for all.

On the other side, George had been exhibiting similar behaviors. It felt that nobody could get in contact with him. His girlfriend practically held his phone hostage.

The shirtless pics had suddenly stopped, and he'd started wearing sleeves daily. It made everyone concerned for his well-being.

His teammate needed answers. So Lewis made his way to find them.

Two men on a mission, practically the same one, run into each other.

"Lewis! How are things?" Charles tried to put a smile on his face.

"Could be better at the moment, I'm actually really concerned about George." Lewis' honesty never failed to throw Charles off.

"I'm worried about him as well. Y/N has also been worrying lately."

"Maybe we should talk somewhere more private."

The two ended up back in Charles' driver room. Knowing that the female in question would most likely be around the Mercedes garage.

"Maybe we should talk to George and explain our concerns?" Suggested Lewis. His boy sprawled out across the floor.

Charles shakes his head in response. "I've done that already with my girlfriend." He sighs in pained defeat. "She doesn't want to be around her, but for some reason, it always ends up happening. She barely lets me hug her now."

"I think George is too nice to tell her to get lost." Confesses the Brit. "I don't know what we can do then. Unless it becomes a security thing." He shrugs.

"Have we ever actually caught her being aggresive?"

It dawned on them both that they'd never caught her in the act.

And so the two males formed a plan.

It took three mire race weekends to catch her. She had you gripped by the shoulders and backed into the wall. Oddly enough it was George who had arrived on scene first. His race suit tied around his waist.

He’d made an attempt to reason with the irrationality angry woman in front of him. The situation only becoming more escalated.

It wasn’t long that the staff and drivers around the area were alerted by the commotion. Charles and Lewis caught each others eyes before the two were jogging to the center of the scene.

Charles stepped defensively in front of you. Lewis managing to putt George farther away. Now that three drivers are involved, it didn’t take long for security to step in.

“I think we need to talk about what happened.” Sighs Charles. Grateful that she’s gone but feeling that this won’t be the end of situation.

You find yourselves back in yours and Charles hotel room. Accompanied by Max and Lando who though you were going to the bar as usual. Charles explained why that would probably not be happening tonight, the two deciding they would help the mood by bringing alcohol with them to the room for a mini party of sorts.

George was constantly looking over his shoulder and you checked the room multiple times over to be sure everything is locked.

You immediately sank into Charles the moment you felt safe. George is pacing back and fourth mumbling to himself, attempting to get words out that seemed to be difficult to say.

“Do you think we can help with the anxiety?” Asks Lewis. He found his home on the couch. George pauses for a moment fumbling around with his words.

Lando and Max are completely clueless and find themselves seated at the table. Trying to be supportive but not knowing how.

“She’s crazy.” George finally manages. You shake your head in agreement, to exhausted for words. “I’ve tried breaking up with her multiple times but she keeps coming back.” He slumps against the wall. His body curling in on itself. “She knows where I live, she’s messaged me with multiple phone numbers, she somehow manages to get a key to my hotel rooms, she’s even broken into my car.” He’s crying now, all the boys shooting him and you looks of sympathy.

“She was the same way when we were younger. It seems to have escalated more now.” You drawl, eyes closed from feeling safe in Charles arms. He pulls you closer, his fingers playing with your hair. It was the first time he’d had you those close in months. Determined to embrace every second of the contact.

“No wonder you two look paranoid.” Lando places his head in his hands. Max shot him a look, saying that was probably a poor choice of words.

This time around, though, you knew things were going to be different. You had people around that could help.

After everyone left for the night, George having gone with Lando so he didn't have to stay in his room, Charles didn't let you go.

Things were going to get better for you. Finally getting the help you needed all these years. Almost an element of closure.

When you put on comfy clothes in front of him, he wasn't sure what to do. His eyes couldn't leave your body. It looked like you had been at war.

The tears slide down your cheeks as Charles places gentle kisses on each painful mark.

"My kisses are magic, I assure you."

You smile at him through the tears. Overwhelmed by all the emotions you'd gone through in one day.

"Good thing I have you around to make it better then."

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[untilwedont]

Better Luck Next Time

a/n: this is a remake of my first ever fic on tumblr :) thank u so much for 1000 followers, that means so much to me 🌸💌

pairings: Peter Parker x M!Reader

Warnings: Angst, $u!c!de, Depression, Cussing

“m/n, it was just a kiss! one kiss! i-it meant nothing!” peter exclaimed. he was lying, like usual. the lies that he told just became more and more frequent. his eyes were completely dry, but he was very obviously stressed. maybe it wasn’t from the fact that he was going to lose m/n, but that fact that he was caught. “a kiss?! peter thats bullshit and you know it! I— I thought we had something!-“ m/n yelled back, although he was cut off by pete. “we do have something!” he tried to calm you, but that was just his way of manipulating you into loving him again.

“oh, but did we still have something when I saw you not only kiss her, but— but touch her? Your hands were all over her, peter! so don’t..- don’t tell me that we have something when you know we don’t!” at that point, tears streamed down m/n’s face like a waterfall, never ending. “m/n..” peter tried talking, but was quickly shut down.

“just save it, peter. all the things I did before with you, I wish I could take it all back.. everything! because it never meant anything to you, did it? I swear I tried to do everything I could to keep this relationship stable, but obviously that meant nothing. God— i wish i never met you.”

peter was silent. his mouth was slightly agape, but not a word came out of it. maybe he was left speechless, maybe he really couldn’t care enough to stabilize the relationship. the second maybe is probably the most accurate one..

“peter im done. we’re done. I never want to see you again.” m/n said, leaving the room without giving peter the chance to say something.

when you got home, you were a crying mess. you didn’t have to look in the mirror to know it, it was just obvious. nobody was home. It was just you alone. alone with your thoughts. ones that weren’t so good to have. nonetheless, you took this as a chance. something you’d regret, or probably wouldn’t.

you didn’t want to stay anymore. you couldn’t. life was hard enough already, and peter cheating was just the cherry on top. opening the bathroom cabinet, you grabbed a container that just so happened to be filled with pills. you looked up at the mirror. “i look like a mess.” you mumbled, shaking heavily as you opened the cap of the pill bottle.

you dumped a handful onto your shaky hands, setting the container on the ground. a minute passed as you just stared at yourself, pondering your thoughts. slowly, your hands raised to your mouth, though it didn’t feel like it was from decision.

shoving them into your mouth, you swallowed best you could before leaning your back against the wall. your vision became blurry as you slid down slowly. your breathing became heavier and it felt like your throat was slowly closing. you became hot. sweat dripped down from your forehead. you knew it was just a matter of time before death came along. “time for a nice, long nap..”

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OG:

"M/N, I promise, it was just a kiss!." Peter tried telling me. He was lying, I knew he was. Not even a single tear coming out his eyes. Eyes dry, as mine were glossy. Tears coming out of my eyes, rolling down from my cheek onto the hard floor. "A kiss?! Are you joking Peter? You guys were all up on each other. How do you expect me to sit here and just... believe the lies you're telling me?!". "M/N..." I cut him off , "No peter. You know, who was there with you when you felt down? when you felt like you couldn't continue on anymore? Who was with you every step of the way? I was Peter. Did you ever decide to check up on me? On how I was ever feeling?. Peter, I swear on my life I always try." Peter was speechless, but I could tell he didn't care. He never did. Or maybe I was being too overdramatic? Surely not, right? "I'm done with you peter. I'm fed up with you. I never want to see you again." I was sure I'd never see him again. Before he could speak, I walked out. I slammed the door behind me and ran home. G

I got home, I looked like a crying mess. I knew it did but I didn't mind. I noticed no one was home so I took this as my chance. I knew if I didn't, I wouldn't want to do it later. I couldn't stay in this horrible world any longer. I grabbed a container that held pills and ran to the bathroom. As I opened the container, I looked up at the mirror. "God I look horrible". I thought to myself. It didn't matter though, soon i'd be gone. I took a handful of pills and shoved them in my mouth. I slowly sat on the ground, my whole body shaking. Is this what it's like? As I looked around the room, everything became blurry. I slowly closed my eyes, knowing what was about to happen to me. Better luck next time.

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i'm outta my head over you Pt. 3

prologue (Pt. 1) | Pt. 2 | AO3 | playlist for this fic

btw, this whole concept is definitely not based on my own steddie playlist and masterpost for why i added each song 👀

today's @steddie-week prompt is: angst

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Steve’s dealing with his feelings just fine, thanks.

He’s not pissed at Eddie for the stunt he pulled back in the upside down.

Not at all!

Steve snatched Eddie up in a bridal carry, yelling at Robin and Nancy to help Dustin up to follow them back to the gate, because he’s head over heels for the stupid man bleeding out all down the front of his shirt.

Steve brute forces his way through the Munson’s ceiling one-handed and lands a bit too hard on one knee on the other side because he can’t imagine a life without Eddie Munson now that he’s in it.

Steve keeps his fingers pressed into the mangled wounds on Eddie's side all the way to the hospital to keep him awake and sobbing for Steve to “Let go! Why are you hurting me?” because he’s pretty sure he’s in love.

Or at least, he could be. Someday soon. He’s certain of that.

He loses time after finally letting Eddie go, safe on a gurney that was speeding into the ER.

He was standing there, watching as Eddie was wheeled away through big double doors, then he was on the floor. The collapse onto his ass does not exist in his mind; one second he was standing, and the next, his legs were crumpled under him and his right asscheek hurts. Nancy and Robin are there too, crouched in front of him with twin looks of worry on their faces and he can see Dustin behind them, trying to shove the nurses who are looking at his ankle away in order to get to Steve.

“Dusty,” his voice is a cracking whisper, “Dusty, stay there, I’m fine.”

“Steve, Steve, what happened, are you alright?” he sluggishly turns his head toward Nancy’s voice, but never gets there. His memory goes blank again.

When he comes to, he’s laid out in a bed of his own. The flimsy papery gown already slipping from his shoulders and the thin hospital blanket he was given doing nothing to stave off the cold feeling of IV fluid rushing through his veins.

He blinks the crust away from his eyes and looks around.

He’s in a hospital room, naturally, a couple empty chairs sit opposite him along the wall, there’s a window out to the setting sun (rising sun? How long was he out??), and beside him is another bed, a familiar head of curls atop an unfamiliar small form.

“Eddie?” he tries to say, but no sound comes out. “Eddie!” he tries again, only getting a hoarse whisper this time.

Eddie doesn’t move, but Steve sure as hell does. He needs to get up, needs to get to his friend, is he okay? Why does he look like that? Eddie's nowhere near this small or fragile, he’s loud and nearly as tall as Steve is! He needs to help him, needs to–

“Steven, Steven!” there’s a hand on his arm, stopping him from rolling out of bed fully.

Later, he’ll kick himself for his total lack of response, but at the moment, all he does is freeze.

“Mr. Harrington, please sit back, relax. Please.”

Steve does as the voice asks and lays back down, looking over at the person at the side of his bed.

The older gentleman is familiar somehow, but his still-foggy brain isn’t pulling up the name.

“Good morning Steven, or should I say Good evening?” the man’s eyes crinkle up at the corners with his smile.

“How long was I out? Where is everyone? Is Dustin okay? What about Max? Why does Eddie look so small? He–” Steve’s voice started out okay, an audible whisper, but completely fell off by the end of his questioning and the man cutting him off with a shake of his head and a hand on his shoulder.

“Calm down, Mr. Harrington.”

“Steve.” Steve manages to whisper. Damn his throat is sore.

“Steve. Everyone’s okay, it’s after visiting hours so your ‘party’? I think I heard one of your younger friends say? Have all gone home for the night. Including Mr. Henderson; his mother picked him up with a cast on his leg. Broken ankle and a fractured tibia.

“Ms. Mayfield is just down the hall, with a couple broken bones herself. As for Mr. Munson, he’s stable, heavily bandaged, and will likely be out for a while more. You’ve been out for about 20 hours.”

Steve stared at this man, he must be a doctor, while his brain processed that information. He wanted to relax back into the uncomfortable hospital mattress and pillow but, “Who are you?’

The man’s immediately apologetic. “Oh goodness, I’m so sorry. I should have introduced myself. I’m Dr. Owens from the Hawkins Lab.”

Again, Steve starts to move, shuffling backward as best he can with all his limbs still feeling boneless, but he needs to get up! Get between this man and Eddie.

“Steve, Steve, please relax, I’m here to help you.”

Steve sits back, though reluctantly since he physically can’t do much else. “Forgive me for being suspicious of that.” His voice is getting a bit stronger now from using it around the pain.

“That’s fair,” Dr. Owens chuckles, mostly to himself. “Please, hear me out.”

Steve says nothing, so Owens takes this as his sign to continue.

“You lost a lot more blood than either you or your friends realized. The adrenaline kept you going until you were safe at the hospital–”

“Until Dustin and Eddie were safe in the hospital.” Steve corrects on instinct. He was definitely not there for himself.

Owens smiles. “Of course. Yes, once your friends were safely being taken care of, or taken back to be in Mr. Munson’s case, your adrenaline dropped off rapidly, and you passed out in the ER lobby.

“Ms. Wheeler called me when they took you back too, worried about what the staff would start to think when they saw your injuries, so I came as soon as I could.

“I got here just as your friends were being asked to leave, so I only got bits of what happened from Ms. Wheeler and Ms. Buckley.”

Steve’s gaze had drifted back to Eddie while Dr. Owens talked, looking over the visible bandages wrapped around him, the equally thin blanket tucked around his frame, the bags under his eyes, the handcuffs linked from the bed frame to his wris–

“What the hell is that doing on him..”

“I’m sorry?”

“What in the HELL is that doing on his wrist?” Steve manages to yell, whipping his head around to glare at Owens.

“What are you–oh, I see. The handcuffs…we’re still working on that.”

“Well work faster. Eddie didn’t do anything wrong, he saved this fuckin’ town!”

“I believe you, Steve. Please calm down. We’ll get Mr. Munson’s name cleared.”

Steve focuses on steadying his breaths, watching the rise and fall of Eddie’s own chest.

Owens seems to know what it is he’s doing, as once he’s calmed down, he speaks again. “Steve, can you tell me what happened?”

Shit, he focused too hard on calming himself down. “Not now, sleep.” Steve says, already fading back out. “Morning. Nancy, Dustin.” 

He’s asleep after that.

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The next day finds him being bombarded (painfully) by Dustin (“OOf! Dusty, careful, I’m all bandaged up, remember?”), and joint upside-down rundown to Dr. Owens (who pales at the mention of Henry/Vecna/001) with Nancy, Robin, and Erica.

A plan is made in the next couple days, Owens, the newly not-dead Hopper, and Nancy heading up the ‘official’ story about what happened to Chrissy, Fred, and Patrick and what to do about Jason Carver and his mob-starting mentality against Eddie.

Lucky for them, Jason was in the hospital too, after the beating he took from Lucas. The assault of a minor really didn’t look good on him, and the hits to the head helped scramble his memories enough that he mostly forgot about Eddie (Plus some extra secret government influence sprinkled in for good measure).

Until everything was sorted, an unconscious Eddie remained in cuffs. Something that irked Steve to no end.

After he was discharged himself, Steve basically lived at the hospital. 

He’d greet the nurses that were kind to Eddie, and snub the few others who weren’t. He thought about getting his mom on the phone just for her to say some choice words to the hospital’s Chief of Medicine, the Head of the Board of Directors, someone about the exactly zero doctors here who really showed any care for his friend, but he didn’t think she would be counted amongst the few people who were.

He haunted the hall between Eddie and Max’s rooms from first thing every morning to just before security is called to escort him out every evening, sharing his time between the two of them about 70/30 (Lucas was in Max’s room constantly, and if Steve hovered for too long Max would start pelting him with tongue depressors), spending a majority of the day at Eddie’s side with a couple others; mostly Dustin, but all the party would visit Eddie as often as their parents would allow; Steve made himself scarce when Eddie’s bandmates would come to visit, not wanting to make them uncomfortable with “King Steve”s presence.

Some days were just he and Eddie and the steady beeping of the heart monitor.

Steve’d sit beside him, listening to music, or reading, or attempting to read aloud that Hobbit book Dustin brought by. He’d make sure Eddie’s wrist under the cuff didn’t get raw and chafed by rubbing lotion into the skin there and over his cracked knuckles (he also wanted to do something about the dreadful cracking that was happening to his lips around the tube in his throat, but worried that’d be taking it a step too far).

And he thought.

He thought a lot.

A lot about how he felt about Eddie, over and over about what he could do after he was safely discharged too, would he even have the guts to tell him his feelings?

Steve knew he could wait, wait until Eddie was much healthier, far more healed. He’d waited this long, what was a little longer?

Steve debated not telling Eddie at all. He heavily debated it, actually. Within a few short hours of really knowing Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington knew his life wouldn’t be the same. He could not imagine any version of his future without Eddie in it now that he was there. Why risk the awkwardness if Eddie didn’t feel the same? Why take the chance?

His few hours away from the hospital would be where he did most of his agonizing over it; barely able to sleep, able to function besides his basic needs. 

Two of their party, their little family, were in the hospital right now and Steve couldn’t stop himself thinking it was his fault they were there. The hospital staff constantly told him that they both were stable and well on the mend in Max’s case, but all he could think of when he wasn’t there was that somehow both of them would crash; an invisible, undetected infection had taken hold way too fast to act, or bone shard had wandered off somewhere it wasn’t supposed to.

His thoughts made it near impossible to sleep, the echoing empty of his house was no help either. He could really only calm down when he was at the hospital and could easily put eyes on both Eddie and Max.

Then, because of the lack of sleep away from the hospital, he’d always end up crashing there in Eddie’s room, twisted into the chair at his bedside with his fingers curled into the sheets next to Eddie’s hip.

It was after one of these chair naps that Steve first met Wayne Munson.

Steve fell asleep later than normal, so he woke up a bit later than he normally would. Somehow, he was skipped over during security’s rounds that night and awoke a good bit after visiting hours were over.

Not wanting to make things worse for himself if he wanted to come back later, he uncurls and reaches for his bag. 

He rubbed the lotion into Eddie’s wrist under the cuff as best he could, over his cracked knuckles, and over the rest of his hands, trying to warm them up a bit and not-so-subtly also checking for bedsores on the backs of his friend’s arms at the same time.

He was just adjusting the pillow under Eddie’s head like he always does before leaving for the day when a voice boomed into the room.

“Who the hell are you?!”

Steve whips around to look at the source of the voice from where he’s hunched over Eddie’s head. 

The older man in the doorway is tall, the top of his bald head only a few inches shy of the doorframe, though that could also be due to the heavy-looking workboots on his feet, poking out from under the legs of a well-worn, grease stained set of coveralls.

“Who are you, and what’re you doin’ with my boy?!”

Steve immediately stands straight, his hands up in surrender. “I’m Steve Harrington, sir,” he starts, putting one hand out for Wayne to shake, “You must be Wayn–”

“A Harrington, huh? Get the hell away from my son, Harrington.” Wayne hisses and steps forward between Steve and Eddie’s bedside in an impressive three strides and immediately worrying over the bandage on Eddie’s cheek.

Steve backs up as requested, both hands back up. “Please, Mr. Munson, I’m his friend, I was only–”

“Don’t lie to me, boy. No Harrington would ever dare to be friends with someone of our kind.” he says over his shoulder. Steve knows that tone, someone’s said that to him before. ‘One guess as to who.’ Steve’s brain supplies, very unhelpfully.

“You ain’t hurting my Eddie if I have anything to say about it, now get the hell out of here before I get you thrown out!”

“Yes sir, of course. I’m sorry..” Steve acquiesces immediately, he’s not about to fight the man on this, especially not with what he’d gone through.

He grabs up his bag and leaves, rushing out to his car before his thoughts finally catch up with him.

‘That’s it. That’s all the time I’ll ever have with him. Wayne Munson won’t let me near him again and I’m already going out of my mind without him.’

Steve’s in his car now, staring blankly out the windshield. He slowly lowers his forehead to the wheel in front of him, onto the backs of his hands.

“…Fuck…”

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Eddie listens intently to the first four songs, imagining what about each of them Steve is trying to tell him beyond what is written down, laughs at the inclusion of Runnin’ with the Devil (though he really hopes Steve’s note about Ozzy was just there by happenstance and not because he thinks Ozzy is part of Van Halen).

‘Damn he’s cheesy as hell.’ Eddie thinks fondly.

His eyes glance over to the little blurb for the next song when Out Of Touch starts to fade out.

“...the fuck?” He says, and pauses the tape.

Under Be My Baby - The Ronettes, Steve had written “Teddy, your uncle is fuckin terrifying...but he’s got great taste in music.”

“What in the hell??”

Part 4 here!

wayne can be a lil' scary. as a treat.

#dr. owens is obv gonna help hopper and the gang get eddie cleared #this whole week is gonna be my take on all the classic steddie tropes lmao #i retconned myself with the 'teddy' at the end #it will make sense in the next part but if you know me you'll know where that's going lmao #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #st #st fic #stranger things #the party #wayne munson #the munsons my beloveds #steddieweek2023 #steddie week 2023 #angst #songfic #(kinda) #mixtape #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington makes eddie munson a mixtape #idiots in love #noelle writes

[mrswolffs-blog]

Karma (Part 2 of It’s Over Now): Lewis Hamilton x Black!Caribbean!Reader

Please Note: No hate to Nicole, I just wanted to use her for my imagine since they were together.

taglist: @omgsuperstarg @cranberryjulce @lizvhkfbjg @1stevenlacyfan @catswag22 @laura-naruto-fan1998 @anubisnoir

It has been a few years now since Lewis and Y/n have separated, and to be honest, he isn't enjoying himself the way he expected. After Y/n departure, he started spiralling downwards as he started having sleepless nights, he found himself always upset or anxious for no reason, he kept forgetting things, in the long run found himself going bald on the head and the cherry on top being his toxic yet loving relationship with his partner Nicole.

Lewis and Nicole were portrayed to be the loving and supportive couple in public, but no one knew what was actually happening behind closed doors. They argued on a daily basis as for the simplest of things and disagreed on everything the other person would suggest. One of the most common arguments that happens every time the house is being cleaned, is that Lewis should remove the picture on the walls that portrayed him and widely smiling Y/n in each one.

Surprisingly going a couple of months later, Nicole though that it was time for them to conceive yet Lewis objected due to his job, then a couple of years later when Lewis finally was ready, she declined because of her schedule but then decided she was ready again a couple years later. Lewis this time, had thought it through naturally and decided to decline and wait until after his retirement and that broke the dam. Nicole became so pissed that she was unaware of what she was saying and ended up revealing that she had been cheating for years, the quote "And yet you wonder why I'm cheating?! At least he sees me and my needs unlike you who acts like a fucking child and runs from maturity!" she screamed at him before stopping in her tracks at the realisation of what she said. From that day forward in 2015, Lewis cut ties with the older woman completely and only interacted by social media.

Now, it is the year 2021 and Lewis had just lost his seventh world championship after an unfair ruling by the FIA as the win went to Max Verstappen. He hung his head in defeat and shame that he was unable to do the one thing he craved, and that was to win the eight-world championship in honour of his dear Y/n. Now he sulks around his parents' house during the winter break, spiralling down into a somewhat depressive state.

Lewis' father seeing this, decided to call someone he knew would cheer him up. Anthony took his wife and ex-wife out to sea with him for some fresh air while Lewis was left home alone sulking on the sofa, until he was interrupted by the doorbell ringing. Getting up and slowly making his way towards the door, he opened it to find the last person he expected to ever make an appearance in his life again.

Y/n shuffled nervously from one foot to the other as she waited for Lewis to say something. "Hi Y/n! what are you doing here?!" he tried to sound cheery but failed as his voice cracked and the tears started flowing again; he dropped his head in shame for crying in front of her again. Y/n said nothing as she stepped into the house, hugging him to her chest and closing the door before leading him to back to his seat when he was somewhat calmed. "Someone called me. I had watched the race that evening, cheering you on and I know that what they did was very unfair, however I didn't know it would have brought you this low. I know it's hard to come to terms with what happened and that it hurts really bad, but you shouldn't let it eat you up, you did all you could, and they purposefully took your reward away from you; this way you should always remember that you didn't lose it by faith, it was out of spite." Y/n encouraged him as he had finally finished crying his heart out and was now slowly falling asleep to her voice yet woke up when she stopped speaking.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all the wrongs I've done to you and for making you feel pain you didn't deserve. I honestly didn't know what was going on in my head when I cheated, I guess I let the attention get to me and I used it to my advantage in the wrong way. I'm honestly thinking of retiring, I can't face anything right now, don't even know how I manage to speak to you without shame." Lewis vented as Y/n listened quietly while detangling his hair that she had been pulling out as she noticed it hasn't been washed.

"You're perfectly fine Lew" Y/n called him by the nickname she gave him. "You are a man confessing to his crimes and speaking of his fears, and I respect you for that." she calmed his racing heart. Lewis turned in her lap to look into her eyes, finding the love she always wore on her sleeves for him also shining though her eyes as she rubbed his bearded cheeks. "Do you think you could ever forgive me for what I've done to you? Do you think that I should retire? Aren't I too old for it anyways?" He sulked, feeling disappointed in himself.

"No, you will not retire, and I will make sure of it. You are just as strong if not stronger than every single one of your coworkers. You work really hard for what you've achieved and so I will not allow you to quit just because of one malfunction. As for the previous question, I've forgiven you years ago. I understand that at the time you were just getting into the crowd and wanted to see what it was like, yet I know that you've learnt your lesson and no longer fancy that type of stuff. If you are thinking about asking for another chance, the only reason that you are getting it is because your parents pleaded with. Now let's go get you in the shower and I'll clean up your mess of a room." Y/n said as she led their way up the stairs.

Lewis had showered and y/n washed his hair, she then made wait in the bathroom while she cleaned his room, she then went to make him a meal. After eating, they cuddled together, Lewis falling asleep to the rhythm of Y/n heart while she fell asleep knowing that he was already healing. Lewis' parents and stepparents came home to find the two sleeping in perfect harmony, and smiled as their boy was finally well once again.

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[harringtown]

the stars that light the road

a/n: the writers block has been Real these last few weeks and im basically in the middle of 3 fics so I just said screw it and set them aside for the moment and started something completely new to try and trick writing brain and it definitely worked cuz I word vomited like 3 thousand words <3 

requested by anonymous

pairing: steve harrington x reader

summary: the reader comes to take care of Steve after star court (aka the guy who takes care of everyone is actually taken care of for once, plus some love confessions ofc)

word count: 2.7k

warnings: cursing, blood/injury mention

-

Steve’s house always felt empty to him as a kid, even during what he ironically refers to as the golden years. Aka, the years before his parents realized how little they cared for each other and for him, when they were home every day—and every night.

When the world almost ended the first time, Steve was grateful for his hollow halls. If his parents weren’t around, they couldn’t get hurt, and they couldn’t ask any questions. He felt that way the second time, too.

This time, though, round three, coming back to a big, dark, empty house only makes his wounds ache fiercer. Every step and breath as he heads through the halls, flipping on every single light in every single room, echoes louder than Steve thinks it should.

Maybe he should have gotten checked out by the EMT’s.

Once he’s lit the house up bright enough to be seen from the moon, he just sits down on the bottom step of his staircase. He suddenly doesn’t care about the ratty, blood-stained uniform he’s wearing. Or the fact that he reopened the cut above his eyebrow and blood is actively trickling down one side of his face and falling in tiny droplets onto the stair.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

He should track down his first aid kit. He should do a lot of things. Instead of doing a single one, he just sits.

Getting up would mean dealing with everything that’s happened and doing it alone, again, like always. And he’s tired. Every time he closes his eyes he sees that Russian doctor’s face, and he swears the electrical hum of the base followed him home.

He’s not sure how much time has passed when the knock echoes on the door a few feet in front of him. He jumps to his feet, immediately pissing off his injuries, and blinks the haze out of his eyes as he unlocks the door.

He doesn’t even stop to consider who might be on his porch, mostly because it can’t be anyone but a random neighbor or a mailman who is running ridiculously late on his route.

It isn’t a mailman or a neighbor, though.

It’s you. Your hair still damp from a shower, wearing sweats and an old Hawkins High hoodie, with ugly bruises cresting across any bare skin. Standing on Steve’s front porch a few hours after he left you in the parking lot of what used to be Starcourt Mall, and is now a pile of smoke and ash.

And he has no goddamn clue why.

“What are you doing here?” Steve asks, craning his head to peer around you. He isn’t sure what he expects to see—a monster running behind you—but it isn’t a calm, empty street. It isn’t a peaceful, quiet night. “Did something happen?”

You frown, brows twitching. “What? No, nothing happened.” You clear your throat. “I just—I wanted to make sure you were okay. Y’know. After everything today. I figured I’d check up on you.”

An unfamiliar sensation blooms in Steve’s chest. It starts out warm, but burns hotter and hotter as it crawls up the back of his throat and cinches it shut. He swallows forcefully, and he can still taste the metal twinge of blood.

“You figured you’d… check up on me?” The words have a meaning, but Steve can’t quite attach it.

“Uh, yeah,” you say. You press your lips together and rock back and forth on your heels. “You almost died, like, multiple times today.”

He remembers. His throat is still raw from begging.

“Huh. Must have slipped my mind,” he says, forcing one side of his mouth to lift, though he knows the half-smile falls flat.

“Yeah, well, you got hit pretty hard in the head. A bunch. I’m not surprised.” Your lips pull in a tiny smile as you speak, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. There’s something rigid to your expression and stance, and if Steve didn’t know better, he’d say you’re worried.

But he doesn’t know what’s left to worry about. The Mind Flayer is a pile of melted goo, and Billy is dead, and for now, the Upside Down is dealt with. All that’s left to do is pick up the pieces, but none of those pieces are here.

“So, can I come in?”

Steve says yes, because he doesn’t have a reason to say no. He never has when it comes to you. He steps back and out of the way, letting you slip past him and into the house.

And he swears, somehow, the cold house gets a little warmer with you inside it.

“You still haven’t treated that?” you ask, gesturing to the bloody mess of his face. “Steve—”

“I was getting to it,” he says. He locks the door behind you, using the second he’s turned away to compose himself. He’s still not sure why you’re here—you told him, but he doesn’t get it. Like, of all the people you could check up on, how did you end up here?

“Getting to it? Jesus—” You flutter about him like a frightened hen, hands ghosting up and down his arms, across his chest, over the dried blood and the slashed fabric. “You’ve got to get out of these clothes. Take a shower. God forbid something gets infected—”

“It’s not a big deal,” Steve says, lightly swatting your hands away.

“It’s absolutely a big deal,” you say. “In the last twelve hours, you’ve been held captive, interrogated, drugged, and also, part of a pretty bloody battle. It’s a big deal.”

“You were there, too,” Steve says lamely. As if he needs a reminder. The only thing that hurt more than being hit was watching it happen to you and not being able to do a damn thing to stop it.

“Uh-uh. Don’t even try that.” You shake your head. “You don’t think I know your game?”

“Game?” Steve asks.

“In the base. Anytime those guards so much as looked at Robin or me, you started running your mouth, pissing them off enough to draw the fire so it didn’t burn us. You’re the reason all I have to show for the day are a few bruises and scrapes.”

Steve’s lips part, but he can’t find any words to say. He’s just shocked you caught on. He shouldn’t be, but he is.

“I—” Steve starts.

You cock a brow, and Steve gives in, shrugging his shoulders.

“Better me than you or Robin,” he says. “I’ve been through worse.”

Except, he’s not so sure that’s true anymore. He’s told himself those words so many times, after each horrible, nightmare-inducing thing, but the truth is, each time is worse than the last.

That pattern doesn’t exactly bode well for him.

Your lips pull into a thin line. Steve can’t read your expression, but it makes something deep in his chest ache.

“I’m gonna ask you a question, and I want you to tell me the truth,” you say.

“That’s not ominous, or anything,” he says, trying at casualness like it’ll erase his blood and bruises.

“I’m serious,” you say.

Steve exhales sharply and says, “Shoot.”

A line forms between your brows.

“Are you okay?” you ask.

And he has no clue what to say.

The Steve who opened the door to you tonight is in no way the Steve from high school, who was confident and smooth and knew exactly what to say, but he’s still partly that guy. And if the situation was reversed—if it was him at your door, you with the injuries—he’d have this in the bag.

But no one has ever shown up at Steve Harrington’s door simply to make sure he’s okay.

Maybe that’s the reason he tells you the truth.

“No,” he says. “I’m not.”

Something inside him breaks as he says the words. Like he’s been held together by a clump of string for years, and the last one finally frays and snaps.

A sob climbs up his throat, and he tries to swallow it back down, but before he can, you’ve crossed the foyer and wrapped your arms around him. You bury your face in his chest and your fingers curl tight into the fabric of his shirt, and you’re warm and soft and even if you still smell a little bit like ash, Steve doesn’t care.

He stops fighting it. Lets all the horrible feelings, all the fear and loss and grief and regret, out of the cage he’s kept them locked in. He doesn’t even care how he must look, shaking in your arms, tears streaming silently down his cheeks and into your hair.

But you don’t seem to care, either, just holding him tight and whispering, “I’ve got you,” over and over. And he believes you. Just for a minute, in the dim front room, he believes you.

Eventually, Steve forces himself to extricate his limbs from yours, and he has to pretend the sudden loss of touch doesn’t sting. He’s already crossed all the lines he set so he wouldn’t ruin one of the few friendships he has.

“Look, it was cool of you to come over, but you really don’t have to worry about me. I’m fine. Or, I will be. I always am, you know—” Steve waves at nothing, both his hands raised.

“Stop.”

Your fingers close around his wrists, stilling them in their wild gesturing. Steve freezes, too, eyes snapping to yours.

“Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“Where’s your first aid kit?” you ask.

Steve sighs. “Bathroom.”

“Lead the way.”

-

You don’t leave after Steve’s many wounds have been disinfected and messily bandaged. And you’re still there when he gets out of the shower you order him into; he comes back into his bedroom to find you digging blankets and spare pillows out of the back of Steve’s closet.

It’s a clear message: you’re not going anywhere. Steve is so damn grateful he doesn’t have to ask for the company, he could kiss you.

Add it to the long, long list of reasons Steve Harrington wants to kiss you.

He stands in the bathroom doorway a moment, just watching you for a half a shorter longer than is not-creepy, before clearing his throat. You turn and a smile lifts your lips. Still, there are deep bags under your eyes, and your movements as you make a bed on the floor are slow, like you’re sore.

“You’re not sleeping on the floor,” Steve says, leaning a hip into the doorway and folding his arms over his chest.

“What, are you volunteering?”

“Me? Not a chance,” he says. “If you remember, I was held captive, interrogated, and drugged today.”

You roll your eyes at his

“So, you’re kicking me out, then?”

“No,” Steve says, and loses all his confidence. He clears his throat. “I mean, my bed isn’t exactly small, and we’re both mature adults, so I figured we could handle—” He gestures wordlessly, hoping he doesn’t have to finish the sentence.

To his relief, you just nod a few times, suddenly refusing to meet his eye.

It’s quiet as the two of you flutter about before sliding in on opposite sides of the bed. It’s awkward, but not as awkward as Steve expects.

It’s more awkward because it feels normal. It feels like getting into bed with you is an action he was always meant for, and he doesn’t mean sex.

He means, a little house and a white picket fence and his glasses on the bedside table. A stack of your books on the other and your shoes on the floor at the end of the bed and a little dog or cat that you and Steve named something goofy.

A beautiful little life, and it starts here, with him climbing silently onto a creaky mattress with you tonight to do nothing other than sleep.

Maybe he got hit harder in the head than he realized.

You and Steve lay flat on your backs, hands at your sides, only a few inches between you despite Steve’s earlier boasting about the bed’s size. If he moved, or you did, you’d be touching.

“I really thought you were going to die down there,” you say after a few minutes of quiet. Steve wasn’t sure you were still awake. “I thought they were going to kill you. Robin and I didn’t know what they were doing to you, but every few minutes, we heard your screams, and I swear—” You stop. Pause. “It scared the hell out of me.”

Steve doesn’t know what to say. Before he can figure something out, you go on, “If something happened to you, if I actually lost you, I don’t know what I’d do.”

And now Steve really has no clue what to say.

“You’d be okay,” he says. “And you don’t have to worry about me. You really don’t.”

“Yeah, I do,” you say. “Because if I don’t, who will?”

Steve stiffens. “I don’t need anybody’s pity—”

“It’s not pity, you idiot,” you say, angry and Steve isn’t sure why, isn’t sure what he said to piss you off. “I mean, three years now, I’ve watched you put everybody else first. You throw yourself in front of every single bullet from every single gun. And then, at the end of the fight, nobody… thanks you for it. I mean, you’re the only person who never really had a stake in this fight, but you stayed, because it was the right thing to do. Seeing people take that for granted, over and over, it kills me.”

Steve is quiet for a moment.

“What do you mean, the only one without a stake?” he asks. He rolls onto his side to face you, and though you dart a glance his way, your gaze drifts back to the ceiling.

“I mean, this all started with Will Byers, right? So, it makes sense that Mike and Dustin and Lucas were part of the fight. And then there’s El, which is self explanatory. Nancy and Jonathan were in it for their brothers. Joyce for her kid, and Hopper for Joyce. But you, Steve Harrington, you let Dustin into your car, and you drove onto the battlefield, and you never left. Haven’t you ever wondered why that is?”

“Because I’m an idiot, or I have a death wish, or both?”

“Funny,” you say. “You’re a good man, Steve. I really wish you could see it. I wish everyone could see it.”

“Me too,” he says quietly, so quietly he’s not sure he can hear.

You inhale. “You make me so mad sometimes, you know.”

“Not really a shock,” Steve says. “It’s kind of my thing.”

“No, that’s not—I don’t mean that. I mean, yeah, sometimes, but—” You turn your head and meet his eyes. This time, you don’t look away. “But you’re one of the smartest, toughest, bravest people I’ve ever met in my life, and I love the hell out of you for it, and it pisses me off because you still just see yourself as this asshole who deserves all the crap that comes at him. And you don’t.”

Affection swells in his chest, and it’s so big he can barely breathe, but it’s the best feeling in the world. He doesn’t even decide to kiss you. One second, he’s on his own pillow. The next, he lifts a hand to your cheek and lifts his head, leans in, presses his lips to yours.

And you kiss him back. You roll toward him, into his arms, and your hands are in his hair and your breaths are hot and uneven against his lips, and hell, all the alcohol and drugs in the world have nothing on you. Steve thinks he could do this forever.  

It’s only when his brain starts to turn itself back on a few minutes later that he breaks away, forehead dipped against yours, and says, softly, “I love the hell out of you, too.”

You tilt your chin up, mouth finding his again, and you’re both smiling, limbs entangled and sheets twisted around you.

“And I kind of like when you take care of me,” he whispers.

“Good,” you say. “Because you should get used to it.”

“That sounds like a promise.”

“It is,” you say, “and I intend on keeping it.”

And though Steve hasn’t seen much but broken promises, he believes you. He kisses you again, and he can taste the truth on your lips.

-

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[chrisevansonly]

Not A Typical Weekend….(Little Duck au)

pairing: Chris Evans x Female Reader (Momma Evans)

summary: it’s back to the hospital you go, only this time, it may not be the news you’re both looking for…

warnings: angst, mentions of anxiety, some tears, very panicky Arlie, comfort of course <;3

a/n: i was feeling angsty so here’s this…i promise i won’t torture this family anymore, I guess this may be a two parter?? considering I kinda left the ending open...? also I hate my writing again so maybe thats why I kinda cut it that way LOL

word count: 952

 You were hoping the pain after your accident would become more bearable after 5 days at home, but when you were still dealing with cramping, and now stabbing pains in your chest, Chris wouldn’t take no for an answer when it came time to go back to the hospital. Poor Arlie had been beside herself all morning as she watched you wince and moan as the waves of pain passed through you. Lisa was just as worried, but tried to keep Arlie calm and away from a potential panic attack

“Momma no go pwease no go!”

You frowned, opening your arms for her so you could hold her for a few moments

“My love, I’ll be okay, I promise you…momma’s gotta get fixed up so I can be all better again”

“Don’t wanna lose momma…”

Your heart was breaking at the tears that lined her eyes, slowly slipping out every few seconds 

“Arlie Mae, you’re not going to lose me, I’ll be home before you know it, I need you to help Nana with your brother, he’s going to need his big sister while Daddy and I are gone” 

She sniffled

“Okay momma…I-I try to help Nana”

“Thank you baby, I know you’re scared, but I’ll be home before you know it, so I need you to eb a big brave girl for me” 

You kissed her cheek upon hearing Chris call your name from the door, standing slowly to kiss Wesley and hug Lisa, you gave everyone one last goodbye before grabbing an overnight bag, and some snacks. It was hard to tell how long you’d be at the hospital until you arrived and got checked out, so overpacking may come in handy, even if you usually avoided it. 

“Ready to go honey?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be I suppose…I just hope it’s nothing serious”

Chris placed a kiss on your temple after helping you get settled into the front seat of the car 

“I hope so too, we’ll just have to wait and see now…”

You nodded folding your hands into your lap, you’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t freaking out a little bit. The prospect of it being horrible news compared to slightly okay news, now seeming to become more real, the closer to the hospital you got. Knowing Chris would be panicking just as much as you figured Arlie still may be at home, you remained quiet, and optimistic that you would be in and out of there in no time. 

-

“Mrs. Evans, I am glad you decided to come back in to see us, albeit not the best circumstances, better to be safe than sorry right?”

You were laying in a hospital bed, a private room once again at Mass Gen, you’d had numerous counts of blood taken, a few scans, x-rays, an entire workup because Chris nor you wanted to leave without being absolutely sure you were one hundred percent okay to go back home 

“So, we have taken a look at all the tests and scans we completed, the pain your experiencing is two things, one of them which is a chip in your collarbone, that has come loose and will require surgery in order to have that bone stabilized again”

Your hand reached for Chris’s looking for some comfort, he was quick to take it, holding it tightly in his, eyes trained on the doctor who had what appeared to be more bad news 

“You also have a collapsed lung, which worries me most because of the duration it seems to have been collapsed for, that is going to require immediate surgery, so we are going to take you down within the hour…any questions I can answer?”

When Chris started speaking with him you zoned out, your mind racing through every endless possibility that could potentially happen while you are on the operating table. It felt like your brain was spinning out of control, your eyes now glossed over, you were freaking out, but Chris could see it, so he promptly held your face in his hands 

“Hey, hey…baby breathe, you gotta breathe for me beautiful…”

“I-I don’t want to d-die, what if-what if”

Chris shook his head 

“No, we aren’t going to do that. You’re not going anywhere y/n, we have the best doctors looking after you, they’re going to help you so we can go home to the kids, so we can live the rest of our lives together, you are going to be okay”

He rested his forehead against yours as you closed your eyes, attempting to get your breathing back under control, and after a few minutes you managed to slow your heart rate again, Chris placed a few kisses to your cheeks before settling on your lips just as the pre op team came in

“I’ll be here the whole time, I promise, I love you so much”

“I love you too Chris, don’t ever forget that”

Chris wanted to say more, he felt like he needed you, but once that team of nurses had rushed into the room to prep you for two back-to-back surgeries, he knew he needed to step back and let them get to work. You were in the best care, and the best hands possible here but that wasn’t enough to keep the anxious thoughts and worries away. Even as he sat down in the uncomfortable chair by the window to call home, that sinking feeling never left him, seeing Arlie and Wesley helped to distract his mind. He truthfully didn’t know how long you’d been in the OR, but he hoped to god it wouldn’t be long so he could have you back in his arms, because life without his better half wasn’t something he was willing to settle for nor think about. 

#little duck au💛🐥 #little duck 💛🐥 #little duck head cannons🐥💛 #ruesfriends💛 #momma x little duck 💛🐥 #chris evans x little duck💛🐥 #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x wife reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x wife!reader #dad! chris evans #chris evans & arlie mae #momma x arlie mae #chris evans x arlie mae #momma & arlie mae #rueswrites #ruesanswers #ruesanons<3 #ruesasks #chris evans #chris evans au

[rafecameronsslxt]

Hooked

Warnings: Toxic Relationship, jumping Pope, and Violence.

Synopsis:Rafe and Topper jump Pope, acting like nothing happened until Pope gets his revenge. Adriana goes to the beach for a break and JJ finds her, letting the words overflow, but the annual movie night becomes a complete disaster, filled with fire and hurt.

Rafe Cameron x OC

Part 3 of series. (Can be read as stand alone)

Part ONE- Part TWO- Part FOUR- Part FIVE- Part SIX- Part SEVEN

Masterlist

 I watch as my own boyfriend and brother jump my best friend. After they’re done beating Pope up, I run to his side with tears in my eyes. My knees slide against the sand. “Oh, my god. Pope, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.” I repeatedly say it until Toppers' hands grab my shoulders to get me up. Pope has blood in his mouth, covering the left side of his teeth. I feel Pope grab my hand and squeeze it before Topper drags me away. 

   The whole walk home, Rafe’s hand resides gripping my lower back. While he and Top casually talk like they didn’t just jump someone, I try to pry his hand off me, but I physically can’t. His grasp makes me think by the time we arrive home; my side will be completely red, maybe a little bruise. I see the glint of my pink golf club in Topper's hand, along with his club. I look down at my knees, scraped up and filthy, covered with sand. 

   Finally, we make it to Rafe’s house. 

   Rafe lets Topper go into the house and pulls me aside. “I’m sorry.” Rafe puts his hand on my cheek. “You’re always fucking sorry, Rafe. ALWAYS.” I start hitting his chest forcefully while tears freefall. He tries to grab my wrists, but I escape quickly and slap him across the face. I pause and look up at Rafe's towering body over mine. His cheek is red, and Rafe’s face shows no emotion. Rafe scoffs while shaking his head. I don’t say anything but look down at the gravel. 

   We stand there in silence until the front door opens. I quickly wipe my tears away, hoping my makeup will hold up. Rafe’s thumbs pat my cheeks, and he nods at me; he turns around, slinging his arm over my shoulder, and we plaster smiles on our faces. “Ward?” I say, surprised. “Dad!?” 

   “Hey, Adriana. Wow, what- um, happened to your knees?” Ward asks with a concerned look and comes up and kisses my head. Ward had been like a second father to me until he started getting physical with Rafe. “Ad and Top had been playing around while we were golfing, and she slid across the sand,” Rafe answered for me, and Ward seemed to believe because why wouldn’t he? Ward nodded, telling us he needed to go out. 

   Rafe and me watch Ward leave in his truck, and I throw Rafe’s arm off of me. “I’m going home. I don’t want you or Top to message me or come over to my house or anything. Leave. Me. Alone.” I state clearly, not missing a single syllable. I walk away, not waiting for a response back. 

   Things go wrong every day for me. It’s either Rafe and Topper or something with the pogues. It’s hard to try and act ok when your boyfriend is becoming unhinged and a million other things on top of that.

   I pace quickly around my bedroom, clean and in changed clothes. We were having such a good day. I look at my lower back in the mirror; it’s still all red and hurting. There are hickeys all over my neck and breasts from this morning and the night before. I lightly trail my fingers over my neck, missing the way Rafe’s soft red lips feel against my skin. 

   I arrive at the Cut, the only place I can escape Rafe. I step into the sand feeling better and hold my surfboard to my side, looking at all the waves. I look down at the bracelets on each side of my wrist. I had one for Rafe and my pogue friends. Kie, JJ, Pope, and John B. 

   I stop reminiscing and start surfing—the calming noise of the waves crashing together and the wind breezing ever so lightly now and again. It had been peaceful. I can’t hear anything else besides nature overtaking me in its glory. I feel unstoppable. 

   Something touches me, and I fall off the surfboard into the water– wrong timing. Good thing I hadn’t been too far away from shore, or I’m sure I’d be dead right now. I wash up on shore, feeling sore. 

   JJ stands over me while white splotches go in and out of my peripheral vision. “Jesus, are you ok?” I sit up. My first time surfing JJ pushed me off my board since the pogues had taught me and to say the least I was mad at JJ for a while after that.

“Not the first time you’ve let the sea undertake me.” I laugh a little but hiss in pain. “Good day?” JJ questions me, most likely seeing all the hickeys Rafe had made on me. I look up at him and shake my head. “It’s been far from a good day,” I said, sighing. JJ puts his hand out for me. I take it, and he pulls me up. “Wanna talk about it?” 

   Within a second, I started spilling everything to JJ. The night at the party, the following morning (without details), and the golfing trip. “Pope told me he wasn’t mad at you. I mean, he was- you know how Pope is, Adriana, but it’s fine because he got his revenge.” JJ smiles out at the ocean. “What!?” I say aloud. Revenge? “Nothing, nothing.” He waves me off, changing the subject. We talked for over an hour about random topics, and the sun had started setting. 

   I look up into the orange and pinkish sky. The perfect view of the sun setting, which glares off the ocean like a painting. “You ready to leave?” I nod my head standing up. “See you at the annual movie night?” JJ questions me with a grin. “Obviously, I’ll be sitting with you guys.” I let out a breathy laugh. JJ and me wave to each other, and I get into my jeep driving away from the cut.

   I make it to my house and jog upstairs to my bedroom, needing to get changed for the third time today. I turn my bedroom light on and see Rafe lying on my bed. I shriek and drop my things onto the floor. I pick them back up.

“I told you specifically not to bother me today.” I throw my purse onto my desk. Rafe doesn’t answer me but watches my every move while I walk around my room.  

   Finally, I wander to the right side of my bed and tell him to get up. “Baby, can you just come here?” He pats his stomach, and I give in too easily, making my way on top of him. Now I sit on top of the guy that I should’ve kicked out a while ago.

   This was the problem with Rafe and me; even in fights, I saw him every day. It didn’t matter if he just beat up my best friend. I would always go back to him, and he’ll always come back to me, but I wish we hadn’t been like this because it hurts. 

   After arguments, I paced around my room, bit my nails and missed him, and it hadn’t even hit an hour. We’re so dependent on each other that I couldn’t imagine a life without him. I think I’d kill for Rafe.

   “Are you going to the annual movie night?” Rafe questions, and I feel his hands run all over my body. I nod my head. “Rafe, I think it’s time for you to go,” I tell Rafe, yet I don’t get off of him. Instead, he pulls me down to his chest, and I lay my head down on him. “Do you remember when we first had sex?” His hand rubs my cheek gently. “Yes, but why does that matter right now? I mean seriously.” I sigh. “Ninth grade, we had waited the whole day just for the night to come and for you to sneak in. In that moment, It felt like I was on cloud nine. Adriana Albright sneaking into my room!? I hadn’t thought that was going to be the night.” I let out a laugh.

   I picked up a random rock and threw it at my newly boyfriends' balcony door. I saw Rafe and smiled at him. I had been biting my nails all day till they got down to the ends. He gives me a thumbs-up and runs back into his room. 

   The front door opens up, and I see him. The moon glares off our faces, the only thing making light for us. The sky had been bright and starry. The stars shined more luminous than ever that night. “Come on.” Rafe takes my hand, quietly leading us upstairs until we hear a creak and stop in our tracks. “Shhh,” I say, putting my index finger over my lips and get in front of him, then looking into the hallway from behind the wall. I nod my head, and we keep walking to his room. 

   We finally make it, and he shuts his door quickly. “So, Adriana Albright, what shall we take pleasure in today. Smoke, watch a movie?” I look at Rafe sitting against his desk. I bite my lip and look at him seductively. 

   “You were bold for initiating the first move, especially for being a virgin. You’d actually been somewhat of a bad girl back then. Now you’re my good perfect girl. A woman, most men, would kill to have, but you went to me.” I move my head to look up at Rafe, and he runs his thumb over my bottom lip. 

   Young Adriana had thought of this a million times that day. That night had been one to remember for both of them. But, despite her first time being on a desk, and most would think it hadn’t been as memorable, it was, and then it was set. 

   It was officially Rafe Cameron and Ariana Albright against the world. No ONE would become in between them. 

   “That night was when we both agreed it was us against everyone. We didn’t have to say it. We just knew.” 

   “And then we got caught– red-handed.” Rafe chuckles. “God, I got grounded for a week, and our parents had to talk to each other about it the next day. It was so embarrassing. After that, I couldn’t look at your dad for long.” Rafe leans down and gives me an open kiss. He doesn’t push it. His fingers slowly run up and down my palm, hovering.

   Rafe’s door abruptly opens with no knock. “Oh my god!” Ward expresses in shock, shutting Rafe’s bedroom door. Rafe quickly throws his shorts on, and I fall onto the floor, trying to get mine on. Rafe burst out laughing. I kick his ankle, making him fall with me, and then I start laughing while I zip up my shorts, toss Rafe his shirt, and throw mine on. Rafe stands up. We look at each other sweaty and embarrassed but almost dying of laughter. 

   “Are you guys decent?” Ward inquiries suspiciously. We open the door together. “I’m sorry, Ward.” I didn’t exactly know what I was saying sorry for, but I did. He nods his head and looks between Rafe and me. Ward inhales and exhales. “Ok, children, let’s just– Adriana, I’ll take you home, and I’ll have a talk with your parents tomorrow. Rafe, you’re grounded.” Ward states firmly. We nod our heads and look at each other again. I put my hand over my mouth, and Rafe starts giggling. I wave bye to Rafe as Ward takes me in his truck and starts driving to my house. 

   Rafe sits us up against the headboard. “I just want you to know you will not be happy with me after tonight, but midsummers are tomorrow, and I still very much would hope for you to go with me.” My phone starts going off, and it’s JJ calling me. “Hello.” 

   “Where are you twenty minutes before the movie starts. Ad, I swear if you're with him after everything he’s done the past few days.” I sigh, looking at Rafe as he smiles. “Hey, Maybank-” Before he does any more damage, I cut Rafe off and cover his mouth. “Yes, JJ, I’m coming as we speak. Bye, love you.” I run my hands through my hair. “I love you too, Ad.” JJ hangs up, and I look at Rafe and get off of him. “Oh, that's what you’re doing now. Acting like you hate me after all of this, knowing tomorrow you’ll be at my side at midsummers. Mine, Adriana, not JJ’s!” Rafe yells at me, getting up from the bed. “Is that jealous, Rafe Cameron, I’m hearing?” 

   He scoffs. “Me? Jealous of JJ fucking Maybank- No.” He shakes his head that I’d even make such an accusation.

   I say fuck it and kiss Rafe. Instead of being anxious all night, I’d end this on something good. We kiss each other with the right amount of everything. It was chaste and a longing kiss, like maybe there wouldn’t be another tomorrow. He lays his forehead on mine. “Adriana, despite everything, I love you. It’s us against the world.” I press my nose against his and kiss him again. 

   “Rafe, I love you too. It’s us against the world.” I interlace my hands with his. He looks at me with only love. How do I react when he’s going to do something terrible, and I know he’s going to?

   I make it to the annual movie night ten minutes before the movie starts. Kie spots me and smiles. I sit beside her. “Not with lover boy?” She says teasingly, hitting my shoulder with hers. I shake my head, kicking her foot, look over at Pope, and fold my arms nervously. I hadn’t talked to him about what had happened, and I was scared of his response. Would it be terrible or good? “Hey, Ad, it’s not your fault,” Pope says reassuringly, but I still have guilt. He holds his hand out, and I take it. We both lock our hands together tightly and smile at each other. I start giggling, and Pope lets go of my hand. 

   “You guys must be a package deal, never without one another,” JJ says thoughtfully, looking over Pope’s shoulder and making us all turn our heads. Rafe, Topper, and Kelce look very threatening toward Pope and JJ. We all look away in sync. Kiara darts her eyes at JJ and Pope. “What did you guys do?” I question skeptically, looking at JJ in general. “Pope just got his revenge is what happened,” JJ says and raises his hands up in the air. “What does that even mean!?” Kie throws her hands out, confused about what they’d done. 

   The movie finally starts, and I sneak a look at the guys to find them sitting there, not looking like the happiest audience. I turn around slowly, fixing the hat I looted from Rafe. I take it off for a second to get my hair out of my face and then put it on backwards. 

   I then start to hear whispers. I look past Kie’s body and see JJ and Pope quietly talking and hitting each other's chest about something. 

   JJ announces he and Pope are going to the bathroom. Kie and me looked at them as if they were people we didn’t know. Pope pushes JJ, getting him to move faster. “What’s up with them?” Kiara asks me. “I don’t know. They won't tell me.” I run my hands down my face and pinch the bridge of my nose in anger. Why do things always have to happen? It couldn’t just be a regular night. 

   A couple of minutes pass, and Kiara and me get worried. 

   So we took a hike to where the two boys had gone and quickly heard the sounds of people getting hurt. 

   I blacked out during the rest and got pushed to the ground along with Kie, but Topper hadn’t thrown me. Rafe did. “Ad- Adriana. Do you have a lighter?” Kie pushes my shoulder, and I look at her for a second. Kiara hits my face, slightly stinging, and I grab a lighter out of my pocket and throw it to her. 

The only reason I started carrying a lighter in my pocket was because John B never had one to start a fire wasting the gasoline and night to leave just the stars and friends inside his house.

   Kiara sets the projector on fire. After that, the mass of people who were watching started screaming and leaving rather slowly. Topper and Kelce get moving, but Rafe looks at me. I won’t spare him a glance or a look. 

   “Come on, pretty girl,” JJ says, coughing while holding out his hand. I don’t take his hand but instead, pull myself up. JJ nods, confused but doesn’t question me. He throws his arm around my shoulder stabilizing himself, and he starts breathing heavily. “Not so bad pretty boy.” I look up at JJ and smile. He’s got a couple of cuts on his face, but nothing I couldn’t manage. He laughs, and we start trying to catch up with Kie and Pope.

#rafe cameron x kook!reader #rafe cameron fanfic #rafe cameron angst #outer banks fanfiction #rafe obx #rafe fanfiction #Angst #rafe cameron x oc #rafe cameron x fem!reader #rafe cameron imagine

[eriexplosion]

REUNION! MY BOY IS COMING BACK HOME IN THE WORST WAY POSSIBLE!

It's the way that we start with Crosshair talking about his own squad and showing zero real interest in it, just the completely calm assessment that a scout team won't be enough to take them out. Later he's going to actually care that it's His Squad, right now he really does not. No reaction to orders to terminate them. Knowing how much Crosshair gives a shit in every other aspect despite trying SO HARD NOT TO, it just really stands out.

Wrecker's teaching skills.... TEN SECONDS TILL WE"RE BOTH GONERS. HONEY WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? What if we just do all our training by traumatizing the child forever with the possibility of imminent death. But he didn't let her train with a live explosive. He's not crazy!

"I failed my first disarming test too" great was that a smoke bomb or not because knowing the kaminoans and the state of your head I am considering that it was a live explosive.

I love their casual awareness that they're being watched, it's just very attractive when the batch is extremely competent.

"Wrecker says he has it under control" "That's not comforting" THANKS FOR THE VOTE OF CONFIDENCE TECH

This is one of my favorite shots of Echo I just think they look very attractive perched up there. Now on the question of HOW are they perched up there? We just don't know.

Echo still losing it over the mere concept of anything that might make them money because all of it is Crime.

Also I'm keeping a count on how long it takes for Tech's hair to spontaneously reappear, so far he still has his bald patch.

WRECKER CRAVES THE PROTON TORPEDO MORE THAN LIFE.

"Hunter, we're soldiers. What other path is there?" I feel like the ultimate conclusion for the show is going to be a mix of these two's extremes. Hunter wants a path that is fully out of the danger, away from all of it, and that's clearly not going to be allowed to happen. Echo wants a path that they understand, and the soldier's life is safe and comfortable to them. Ultimately, they don't need to just be soldiers, but they also can't just walk away from it all, no one can. The Empire doesn't only come for soldiers.

STILL CANNOT BELIEVE THEY GAVE US THIS SHOT.

"It's most likely a short circuit" right before several ships fly overhead. It is DEFINITELY NOT A SHORT CIRCUIT.

Hunter basically saying 'Tech you know Crosshair's too stubborn to be put off by a blocked scanner'

GOD I AM ALL CAUGHT UP ON THIS ACTUALLY. It's Crosshair, it's his stubbornness, it's his ruthless battle tactics, it's his knowledge, he just doesn't Care about anything but the mission and his orders, when those were always down near the bottom of his priority list before. Now they're all that registers. It's all the things that make him dangerous and none of the things that make him belong with them.

Stop throwing your goddamn toothpicks you filthy littering bitch (affectionate)

Crosshair knowing they'd cut into the comms so he redirected them away from the hangar by saying to push them to the hangar... GENUINELY CHIPPED CROSSHAIR REMAINS THE MOST TERRIFYING THING IN THE SHOW. Cannot outsmart him he knows all the Moves. No wonder they couldn't keep him chipped outside of this, he'd have won eventually if he was still trying this hard.

"Why come after us" honey he doesn't have an OPTION. Hunter and Omega trying to talk him down is sweet but absolutely useless. But then, what other options do they have? The thing is even if they stunned him here, what then, the place is crawling with Imperials and it was the only place they had to remove their chips. If they HADN'T been found here, maybe things would have been different but...

Also I was right, Crosshair didn't learn about the chips until episode eight and it was just Hunter and Omega telling him they existed. Nothing about how they worked, nothing about how powerful they are, and he has no reason to believe them right off. And with only finding out MAYBE half an hour before it gets annihilated with radiation, of course he doesn't believe them. He doesn't really have a reference point to notice he's being controlled on any level.

Still amazed at the sheer coldness of 'aim for the kid though' like Brutal

I think this guy here might be Omega's first kill? She uses her bow several times in Decommissioned, but all of those were droids. I wonder if she's really realized the weight of that yet. Also that her first kill was another clone, which, Ow.

All of that and she's still so small that Tech has to help her jump off a step.

WRECKER I CARE ABOUT TECH'S ION ENGINE INFODUMP DON'T INTERRUPT HIM.

Tech nearly getting sniped here - I stand by my headcanon that the reason Crosshair misses them so often in particular is because the chip has major control but sniping requires SUCH PRECISION that the tiny little muscle twitches that might sneak through, small enough that they wouldn't change anything for any other weapon, are enough to throw his aim off.

TRY AGAIN HUNTER babe I don't know that he can hear you.

"Crosshair wouldn't do that, would he" Omega I cannot emphasize enough that it does not MATTER what Crosshair would do just like it didn't matter what WRECKER would do last episode.

I do really want to know what Plan 7 is

The ion engine coming on and the ring of explosions looks SO good, that's some good fucking animation.

And CROSSHAIR RUNS TOWARDS IT LIKE WHATTTT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING TO DO HERE?

I mean at least blasting him with radiation will take out the chip but goddamn. The burn scar is SO MUCH and then he fucking falls on that side of his face.

Do you think that the smell of his own flesh burning reminded him at all of the civilians he had killed?

Sorry I'm normal again, Crosshair carries the dark thoughts with him like a cloud.

The reveal of all the dead clones around their ship is so good for Bane's reveal. And this is still so much better having watched TCW because the first time I watched I LITERALLY HAD NO IDEA WHO THE HELL THIS WAS.

The way that he just drops Hunter and the music completely cuts out and then gets really fucking intense no wonder a few people thought for a hot second that they killed Hunter off just like that.

This is also why you can't take the musical cues for if a death is real or not because they WILL go intense whether they're dead or alive if the moment calls for it.

"Get me on the shuttle" what the fuck did the radiation do to the chip that it turned Crosshair completely feral for a hot second because he is barely breathing and he's like I AM GOING TO COMMIT MURDER RIGHT NOW.

GOD I LOVE THE POV SHOT FROM HUNTER'S HELMET. The way they do this with Omega too later (and honestly it would be amazing setup for doing the same thing with Tech's goggle recordings come on it is RIGHT THERE)

#the bad batch rewatch

[can-youimagine]

Hospital (Aaron Hotchner x Reader)

Summary: Following a trip to see your family, your world is completely changed, and there's nothing you can do about it

Word Count: 776

TW: Mentions of Foyet's attack on Aaron (nothing graphic), hospitals, past story of Aaron being a klutz, angsty

Part of my Snippets of a Man in Love series!

A/N: This is definitely not the next part of the story sequentially, but I had this idea, and I literally could not write anything else until I wrote this

“Thank you again, Tina. I owe you.” Your neighbor had graciously agreed to drive you and Jack back from the airport. The two of you had spent the last week in Seattle visiting your family. Aaron was packed and ready to go before a case kept him home. “Isn’t that right, Jack?” You glance back at his car seat and smile at your sleeping son.

“It’s no problem, really. I’m glad we got to catch up for a bit. Have you heard from Aaron?”

You glance at your phone, still no word from him. “He said he got in late last night. I would hope he’s sleeping, but I know him better than that,”

She laughs as she pulls into the neighborhood. “That man.”

“That man indeed.” Your laughter is cut off when you see one of Aaron’s co-workers outside your house. “Would you mind taking Jack for a bit?”

“Of course,” she answers, letting you out of the car. “Call me when you can.”

You nod, though your focus is on the woman at your door. “Can I help you?”

“Dr. Hotchner? I’m Agent Emily Prentiss with the BAU.”

“What’re you doing here? Where’s Aaron?”

She sighs. “I’m not sure. I asked Garcia for his location, and she’s trying t-” her phone rings, causing you both to feel some relief. She quickly gives the hospital, and you feel yourself start to relax. If he’s in the hospital, he’s alive, and if he’s alive, he’ll figure this out, and everything will be okay. 

At least, that’s what you tell yourself as Agent Prentiss drives over.

“Our first date ended in a hospital,” you state, trying to keep yourself focused on something good. “It was in the middle of January, and when he was walking me to my door, he slipped on a patch of ice and broke his wrist. Though, I think his pride hurt more.” She smiles with you. The idea of Aaron “Hard Stare” Hotchner being taken out by the ice was incredibly entertaining, and if she had heard this story under normal circumstances, she would tease him relentlessly. “He insisted he didn’t need to go, but when he tried to stand up, he fell again. He may act like he’s made of iron, but he’s still just flesh and bone like the rest of us.”

She smiles, letting you talk all the way to the hospital. She can listen to it for a few more minutes if it keeps you calm. 

As soon as you enter the hospital, it’s a blur of forms, white linoleum, and disinfectant until you’re told you can see him. You are beyond nervous. This is only the second time you’ve seen the love of your life in the hospital. Last time, you didn’t even go back with him. You didn’t have to see him hooked to wires and IVs and everything else. You just got to see the best parts of the hospital trip, if there were any. 

“Aar?” you greet, unsure if he’s even awake.

Grunting, he pushes himself up. “Hey, how’s your family?”

“We can talk about my family later.” You pull the chair as close to his bed as you can. “How’re you feeling?”

“I’m alive.”

���How’re you feeling?” you repeat.

He shrugs. “Physically? Like I’ve been hit by a bus. Otherwise, I’m fucking terrified.”

“Can you tell me what happened?”

“Not yet,” he answers. “I don’t want to tell you anything until it’s all over.”

“What can you tell me?”

“That I’ll talk to WITSEC, and they’ll make sure you and Jack are okay until this is all over.” He pauses before looking around the room. “Where is Jack?”

“He’s with Tina. I’ll-”

“Tell her that Morgan will be coming to pick him up, and not to let anyone without a badge into the house. I’ll let him know the safeword too, just to be sure.”

“Aaron?”

“We’ll get him, and we’ll all be together soon, but for right now, I need to make sure you both are safe.”

You squeeze his hand. You want to protest and tell him that you can’t do this alone, that you both need to be together, but you know Aaron. He has thought about this and beat himself up about this decision. You trust him. You know it’s right.

But, that doesn’t stop you from crying as you lead an equally upset toddler into an unfamiliar car. That doesn’t stop you from crying late that night when all you want to do is curl into Aaron’s arms. That doesn’t stop you from crying when you look in the mirror and see a person you can barely recognize.

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotch x you #hotch imagine #hotch x reader #hotch x you #criminal minds x you #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds imagine

[waklman]

I definitely think princess is too mature to have one of her own but also imagining jealous! jake noticing a sex playlist she made or some guy shared specifically with her 😵‍💫

oh my god…one of half of him would be either extremely jealous while the other is wallowing on the ground but i decided to write a drabble for the first option 👍🏻

this was written at 11pm on a sunday...so haha...

It’s not that Jake was a jealous guy, but it was exactly that, Jake was too jealous for his own good. In fact, he fixated on it, stewed in his own seething bitterness, and brooded over it until it fully weathered him out. 

So, when he opened his shared spotify account with you—how else was he supposed to feel when there was a liked playlist called For Cute Girl In My Class made by some idiot you’re entertaining this semester, because you’re too nice to reject him—because you won’t let Jake pick you up after class to deal with said idiot. 

You warned him not to come, but the endless amount of songs hinting at the fact that he wants to basically get in your pants? Yeah, right. Jake’s just going to have to ask for forgiveness later, because he’s standing right outside your lecture room. 

As if on cue, you’re walking out the doors with the smug bastard dumbly trailing behind you. Grabbing your attention, Jake yanks you by the charm of your backpack, sending you stumbling back into his chest. 

Your eyes widen like saucers, registering the fear descending on Josh’s face. 

“Riding slow on top of me, girl, on top of me?” Jake spitefully recites the lyric back to the pale sophomore in front of him.

All you can do is chew on your lip when Jake tucks a hand into the front pocket of your jeans, large fingers stuffing the tiny pocket of fabric to the brim. Bracing yourself, you tuck your feet between his own larger ones, knowing exactly how he looks, without even having to check. 

It’s obvious in the way his voice sounds thicker, coated by venom—there’s no point in stopping him. He saw the playlist, and horrifyingly enough, it looks like he memorized all the tracks. 

“Look, man. I didn’t know she had a boyfr—”

“Who’s gonna fuck you like me?” Jake cuts him off with another lyric, jaw ticked in annoyance. If it didn’t result in him getting expelled, Jake would spit right in his face. Because this was the guy that thought he had a chance with you?

“You always dedicate songs like that to girls, or what?” Jake spits, not letting the shortstack in front him get a chance to defend himself. 

“Wanna know how cute she looks in a tiny little bathing suit? Yeah? Well you’re never getting the pleasure of seeing it buddy.”

“Is that right Princess? Tell him who’s seen you practically fucking naked,” Jake softly nudges the back of your knee, encouraging you to speak up. Above you, Jake tilts his head to watch the words leave your lips.

“He has.” you meekly respond, heart hammering in your chest as you lean your head back to point at Jake. 

Jake lifts his dark eyes back at the idiot starting to sweat. “Now say bye to the little lady, you have manners. Don’t you?”

“I, um, Goodbye,” he follows the command, stammering as he does.

Licking over his lips in satisfaction, Jake continues. “See, ain’t that hard to be respectful.”

“So what you’re gonna do is, run your ass home–delete that god awful playlist–and make a new one for us to fuck to,” He crudely suggests, meaning it fully. 

At that, Josh nods and turns around, speed-walking towards the building’s exit. 

An embarrassed shriek leaves your throat when Jake finally pulls his hands from you. Flipping around, you hide your face into his chest.

“Jake, that was so horrible!” you cry out, voice muffled by his hoodie. 

In response, Jake laughs, petting the back of your head to calm you down. Like nothing happened, his voice lightens up again, previous demeanor completely dropped.

“Well? I got rid of him, didn’t I?”

You nod against him, still frazzled by what happened. There’s no way you’re sitting anywhere near Josh again, not after this. 

“Don’t make me listen to the playlist he’s about to make,” you beg, knowing Jake scared him hard enough to do it.

Jake clicks his tongue at you, “Oh, c’mon we gotta have a listening party. Let’s see what that fuckface thinks we would get down to.”

#ears open #fake it asks

[bbrissonn]

you said soft bordy thoughts.. idk how soft this is but like, him having a bad day and he just needs you. you come home to find him sitting at the edge of the bed with tears in his eyes and when he sees you he breaks. and you just stand between his legs and wipe his tears before wrapping your arms around him. and his head's resting on your stomach while he cries, your hand in his hair trying to calm him down

that was a lot sorry <3

ahhh riri this is amazing!!!

under the cut!

warnings: not proofread

"babe, i'm home!" you called out as you walked through the front door of your shared apartment in san jose, dropping your bag next to the door as you started taking off your shoes. but the silence that filled the whole place was a bright red flag to you that something was wrong.

"thom?" you called out again, walking around trying to find him. finally, when you opened the door of the bedroom, you saw him sitting on the edge of the bed, elbowz resting on his knees, head in his hands.

"thom, baby, what's wrong?" you asked quickly as you approached him, your voice making him look up at you. his eyes were glossy and red, making hou frown a bit. the two of you stared at the other for a couple of seconds before a tear fell from thom's eye. you were quick to wipe it away before wrapping your arms around his shoulder and bringing his head into your stomach, playing with his hair a bit.

"it's okay, love, let it out." you whispered soflty, and that's when he completely broke down, tears after tears falling from his eyes, small sniffs and sobs being heard as well. you held him close to you, rubbing his cheek softly with one hand, and scratching his head with the other.

"i-i'm sor-ry." he struggled to say through his sobs, making your heart ache.

"thom, you have nothing to be sorry for. it happens to all of us." you whispered again, pulling his head away from you so you could look at him. you thumb passed right under his eyes, wiping his tears again. you then pressed a small kiss to his forehead, before resting yours against his.

"what happened?"

"today's j-just been shit. i-i was horrible in practice and t-then the media kept asking me a bunch of question a-about what the journalists say. it's just too much." he explained, closing his eyes. barely a couple of hours ago, when the two of you had woken up, bordy had read an article about how he was "not doing any good to the team by the way he was playing recently" which has affected him a lot. you told him to ignore him, cause 'what the hell does robert who still lives in his mom's basement know' which had made him laugh a bit.

you had hoped this wouldn't affect him that badly, but you were clealry wrong. you sighed a bit before laying down on the bed, opening your arms for him.

"c'mere." you said, he sent you a small smile before laying down on top of you, his head resting on your chest.

"babe, we've already talked about this. you cant let them get to you--"

"my dad said he agreed with them." he soflty cut you off, and now you understood why he was really upset about the situation. you knew his dad's opinion was one of the most important one to him, so this was hitting him hard.

"oh, tommy. i think you're doing amazing, babes. and yeah, maybe you're not doing your best, but it happens fo everyone. no one's perfect and everyone makes mistakes. just because right now isn't going well doesn't mean you're bad, love." you tried to make him feel better, but you knew that it probably help him that much. but you were proven wrong when he lifted himself up a bit and pressed his lips to yours.

"you're amazing, you know that?"

"i try my best." you answered with a soft smile before pulling him back down for another kiss.

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[silverynight]

AU where Tanjirou is a shapeshifting Tanuki instead of a human.

Backstory is that before Tanjuro and Kie ever had any children, Tanjuro came across a little tanuki during his trip to get wood. The creature was gravely injured and out cold, it would probably be eaten if left alone. So, taking pity on the poor thing, he decided to bring it back home to nurse it back to health. His wife joked that they could use this opportunity as practice for when their little ones come along and they loved it so much that they decided to name it Tanjirou. After a few months, Tanjirou was all healed up (the only evidence that something had even happened was a huge scar on his forehead) but instead of leaving, he wanted to repay them for their kindness by taking care of them in return, so he reviled that he is a shapeshifter to them and turned into a human boy so he could truly become the eldest son of the Kamado family. As the years flew by, Tanjuro started to grow weak with sickness and Kie became busier and busier with the babies. They couldn’t be more thankful of the tanuki as he took over the charcoal business and household chores, blessing them with the opportunity to rest easy. And even when the day came that Tanjuro passed, Tanjirou still stayed by their side, wanting nothing more then to keep his human family safe. However, staying shape-shifted for long is tiring and Tanjirou has to be carful to rest enough that he doesn’t pass out or lose form when out in public. So after a productive day in the village, he could feel the drain on his body, threatening to slip at any moments notice. So when Saburo offered to let him rest at his house for the night, he felt he had no choice but to accept it. When he finally arrived the next morning, he found that he had not only broken his oath to protect them, but that he had a new goal: turn Nezuko back into a human. And so Tanjirou begins his journey into becoming a demon slayer and finding a cure for his sister. All while still trying to hide his true nature from everyone (except Nezuko, Tomioka, Urokodaki and the squad after trusting them).

It isn’t until after the mugen train battle that his secret is reviled. He had pushed his limits too far and used his illusion magic to protect Rengoku from Akazas fatal blows, they both needed to be carried by Kakushi by the end of it. When the news that Tanjirou had faced off against a upper moon 3 demon reached the rest of the hashira, they practically bolted to the butterfly estate to check on him. However, when they got there, his bed was completely empty. The idea that he could be outside or even kidnapped was passed around, but their attention was snatched away by Kanroji’s squealing. She pointed at Rengoku resting form and in his arms was a little tanuki with a very familiar scar on his forehead. Before anyone can even begin to question it, Tanjirou (still in a sleep dazed state) slides out of the bed and poofs back into a human, planning to just walk out to get a glass of water. But when he notices the pillars, he turns stiff as a statue (literally). After a bit of calming down and a short explanation later, Tanjirou ends up giving a small demonstration by making his tail appear and the hashira don’t know how to handle it. Kanroji is squealing so hard that only a dog can hear it, Tokito somehow appeared next to him and his petting his tail intently, Iguro is on the floor, Kocho is blue-screening, Uzui’s thought have gone somewhere we don’t need to know about, Shinazugawa feels like he’s burning up, Tomioka is ready to cut a bitch, Rengoku is still busy catching Zs and Himajima has no idea wtf just happened.

(Sorry for miss spellings I’m writing this at 2 am :p)

Thanks for sharing this with us. 😊

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