#so bear Blondie

[silverthelovebug]

Have these two sketches of Monster!Blondie I was redesigning on a Random day in September, she’s based off of the Golden Bear Legend and Cupid just thinks she’s the cutest thing in the world

@xxcherrycherixx :3

[jenny-from-the-box]

This week a certain streaming service added Northern Exposure. I loved the show at the time, and learned recently that James Marsters had his earliest screen work on the show. So I pulled up S4-E14, to see our favorite problematic boyfriend play a reverend, tee-hee.

And can I just say…

Today I Learned 30 year old Blondie Bear was a GINGER SNAP.

<swoons>

How sweet and innocent did he look?

And THOSE CURLS?! 🫠

[xxcherrycherixx]

The girls drinking in briars room, all are very obviously at least tipsy at this point

Briar: ok, after three we all name someone that we find oddly attractive ok?

raven, downing a shot: this is a horrible idea

Briar: one, two, three!

Briar: faybelle

Raven: sparrow

Apple: the evil queen

Blondie: professor momma bear

Cupid: giles grimm

Briar: …

Briar: i know we all agreed this was a judgement free zone but what the actual fuck-

Raven: apple are you actually fucking kidding me- thats my mom??

Apple, visibly nervous: yeah but shes- oddly attractive?? That was the question right??

Briar: raven im going to be honest, apple’s right your mom is kind of hot in a ‘fucked up dommy mommy’ way- thats not the answer im judging here.

Briar looks to cupid and blondie with a raised brow, waiting for explanations

Blondie: ….

Cupid, casually shrugging: i have no shame about my answer, i would absolutely top that silly little man if blondie let me.

Briar: gross.

Blondie: ….

Briar: blondie.

Blondie: ….

Briar, disappointment in her voice: professor momma bear? Really??

Blondie: …

Blondie: i think im going to head back to my room now-

[katnissgirlsmakedo]

it really is a good thing i like blondie so much so i can be excited about leigh’s other duology. i am not excited for crooked kingdom we know this we know i’m putting off that book like it’s going to give me the plague. but i’m thrilled to read about nikolai i love that dude

[trashcanalienist]

,

[womanaction]

saw your icon, saw that agent provacateur set, and my brain put those things together and went ah yes of course those are for spike

hahahaha lmao OF COURSE!!

[keepthefrank]

this is just some venting under the cut, it’s nothing crazy im just feeling Dejected™️

so basically for 3 weeks I’ve been planning on dogsitting for a relative - ive stayed at the house and watched the dogs weeks at a time so just a weekend is nbd, but it’s an environment that i feel comfortable in on my own - and that i love hosting out of (this is not an issue, i am allowed by my relatives to do this). there’s a cafe a couple blocks away, there’s a pool in the backyard, there’s TVs for laying around and watching movies. whatever, these are just some things that are attractive to young adults and make for a good hang out

there was a wobble in the beginning and it looked like i wasn’t going to be able to stay after all, but in the end it worked out. i got all my shit sorted so we’re gucci. now, best friend had already let me know like the night before I was going over that she had a date on saturday evening and instead of our hangout then she could only come sunday. i’m not even going to get into ‘why can’t you just do saturday before your date? why did you schedule a date on our weekend?’ i said fine, but i’m not planning on being there long on sunday. but it’ll work, it’s fine

meanwhile i’d been sort of scheming to invite over another old friend who I’ve known for years (and who i’ve, you know, sort of screwed around w digitally or whatever) and as i understood it we have like mutual interest in doing more than that. they invited me to a bar just days before, i wasn’t fabricating reciprocation. so i’d been thinking - oh my god. we can make out in the pool. we can lay around on this shitty bed and watch horror movies. made me feel like a teen again, like genuinely giddy. i haven’t been giddy and shit in Years (thank you wreck of a dysfunctional brain). i was however a little wary of just having them over when i’m pretty alone and perhaps - you know, worst case scenario, in a vulnerable situation. i have anxiety idk. same concept of meeting your tinder hookup in public for witnesses (it sounds like im afraid of them when i say that but genuinely i just overthink everything) SO the plan was to have them over when i had at least one other person here (even if that meant no making out or whatever. it would be dreamy just to see them literally it’s fine i’m not pressed i just want one goddamn nice day).

my sister and her boyfriend (older than me by a couple years but generally fine to hang out with, i’ve known the bf since i was literally in middle school, etc) came by on my insistence because i was thinking the person i’ve been talking to was gonna come by, and i thought the four of us could just hang idk I wasn’t thinking with my brain just like desperate tingly body delusional mind (send me back to a DBT IOP because they didn’t get ‘wise mind’ installed in me well enough or whatever). the time for sister and her bf to come by got pushed into the evening a bit (6) but that was fine because i’d talked to my little crush and they were working but could come by after. it works. i spent all afternoon on tenterhooks, willing time to go faster. too ramped up to rest. kept checking my phone.

and then. i don’t hear anything from crush for a couple hours. i’m like nbd they’re literally working. 6 comes and goes, pizza has arrived, and at that point I’m not kidding myself and I know it’ll just be me and my sister and her bf for the night. feels bad but what can I do about it? i don’t want to beg because i’ve already spent so much of my life like - as the pharmakon song goes - crawling on bruised knees. and you know the night was still good! we laughed and talked a lot and it was just generally very comforting because i feel like we haven’t done that in a while and it’s good to be reminded i can. and i’m not going to get into someone drinking 7 beers and maybe some whisky and then picking a fight at the end of the night because im still pissed about it but take the good over the bad.

lounging for the ‘real’ evening aka my usual vampire time, i was messaging the best friend who was coming over in the morning, and my twin as well because he wanted to come by too. still no word from the crush so like lol got it i got it i’ve caught the vibe. and then my dear friend says ‘well I’m feeling kind of off, I don’t know about tomorrow’. ok first order of business is to see why she’s feeling a certain way (i was thinking that it was the date she was going on but apparently that was rescheduled amicably so? and she wasn’t invested in it even when it was still on, she’d just wanted to go out) and you know, i’m reminding her she can talk to me about whatever, reminding her that if she’s not up for anything big tomorrow we can just get coffee and sit together and she could even come by and then decide she’s not feeling it and turn around and leave like - idk really trying to find a way to comfort her and offer my support (while, yeah, trying to find a way we could still hang out because I was there and I wanted to be with her, she’s special to me). also in my years of experience of being mentally fucked, it helps to be out of your room and out of bed when you feel shitty. i didn’t say that to her bc i was afraid it might sound like i was blowing off what was obviously a distressing dip in mood. so we reach some sort of compromise and agree we’ll touch base in the morning, she probably just needs to sleep.

my twin i didn’t hear from until like 1 am and he was wishy washy (as he usually is) but he’d been asking about coming over before I even got here so.. he said he’d figure out a ride, I expect to see him in the morning. i deadass told him actually that he could catch a definite ride in the morning no problem, he’d just have to do it.

no word from crush I’m being ghosted and i needed to settle the fuck down. but also my brain is saying ‘long day at work maybe? and then forgot to text back? will hear from them in the morning? sweet pool hang out will still happen?’

morning comes - i was awake by 8:30, no messages. i doze, check my phone a few more times. it’s almost 10. no messages. we get to like 11:30, i’ve messaged my best friend and my twin a few times by that point. finally get a message from my friend - she’s not going to come over at all. alright so that shit hurted or whatever the meme is. i am sympathetic though. i’m being so chill and not taking it personally. she feels bad in some way. i want her to feel better. she’s just sending sad faces. I’m literally holding myself together and had to stop even trying to placate her after a bit because like. she made this choice. and who’s placating me? I’m the one with a personality disorder who can’t handle when plans change and gets extremely distressed by this sort of thing so.. (this is a joke. not the personality disorder but I’d never get into ‘well my agonies are worse than yours so fuck you’ with anyone)

my parents call to check up on me, mention that twin is asleep and was up all night. so that’s another fucking no. great. and i shouldn’t even have to say it - if you’ve read it this far you know crush hasn’t said anything back (in fact, they’ve left me on read! fantastic). so yeah im feeling really fucking sorry for myself but working desperately to not spiral. i don’t need to get into it.

except like it’s such a shitty feeling. it feels like these people are saying ‘well we don’t respect your time, and we don’t care about how you feel, and it’s not important to let you know or tell you somewhere before the last second.’ and i am not debating that statement because that’s just how it fucking feels. it feels like i have to get on my knees and beg and cajole for people to please like please just don’t shunt me to the side all the time. let me matter. i’ve never been anyone’s first choice. i’m used to being expendable but it still carves me up every single time.

i made myself get up and put on a bathing suit and got in the pool. mostly just to lie on a float and do nothing. work to keep my face above water. did accidentally gave some neighbor (friend of my relative) and his under 13 boys who came by an eyeful of my ass eating my bikini bottoms and a shameful amount of side boob. it’s a gift, right? you’re welcome i guess. please leave. and you know what? i kept sidling up to the side of the pool where my phone was carefully wrapped in a coverup to shield it from the sun. as if i was going to get some miraculous message. managed to stay in the pool for almost an hour before I just. like it was too upsetting. it feels ridiculous to be so alone when you’d so vividly dreamed up togetherness. like a bad fucking joke.

back inside, shower, no messages except a snap from my friend showing me more of her sad face w no caption. great. wanted to lie face down in bed but did some skin care and tried to make myself eat something because my blood sugar has been trying to be as low as it can go. got on my laptop to sit around and feel like i’m trapped, spent an hour working on eating an apple (we’re not talking about the eating disorder today). gave up and dragged myself under the covers. so here i am. too strung out to sleep. i feel like i brought this upon myself for daring to be so enthusiastic and focused on something happy. like it should be no surprise, because why the fuck would i suddenly have a break?

fucking sucks it just sucks

[psuedofolio]

This short holiday week, some lovely OCs that people always seem to want to see more of.

Flavor Text goes as follows:

1: Blondie was one of the kids favorite teachers. Open, attentive, smart, and she cared about them as much as her own. Well... if she had kids of her own. Or a partner. Who has the time for relationships these days? It's not like someone you like just falls into your life. 2: "Whoopsie, I tripped."

3: It was Jackie's first Friendsgiving in her hometown since culinary school and transitioning so she readied herself for the inevitable questions. What she didn't expect was how many times she'd have to answer if "The Bear" was realistic or not.

[tboygareth]

the charming of steve goddamned harrington, as told by jeff

written for @steddiemicrofic prompt: ‘charm’ | wc: 548 | rated: g | cw: none, outsider pov

to say that jeff has known eddie all their lives would not be an exaggeration or an overstatement. one of jeff's earliest memories is his fifth birthday party- a cookout with his parents and his sister and the boy who lived in the house across the street.

he didn't even know eddie's name at the time, he just remembers the way the boy, a year or two older than himself, had pressed a finger to his mouth in a shh kind of gesture as he tore off chunks of his blackened hot dog to feed to the ancient yellow lab curled up under the picnic table in the back yard.

and now, more than a decade later, jeff is still watching in awe as eddie quietly slips treats to the object of his affection. except this time the treats aren't blackened hot dog bits- they're smiles. and the object of eddie's affection isn't a geriatric yellow labrador anymore- it's ex king of hawkins high steve goddamned harrington.

and the thing is... steve is reciprocating. he's smiling back, his face a little pink at the edges. he's laughing at all of eddie's bad jokes- actually laughing, too, like he’s charmed by him

these two idiots are gone on each other, and jeff doesn't even think they realize it. they definitely don't realize whatever feelings they're nursing are being reciprocated; if they did jeff's sure he would have heard about it before now. he and eddie don't hide things from each other and they never really have.

whatever this is, it must be new. maybe they're sneaking around together, getting their bearings before telling their friends. maybe they're both just crushing and skirting around the elephant in the room. jeff sincerely hopes it's the former; he's not sure how much moping and pining he can take from eddie before he's just gonna have to snap and lock them in a closet together until they come strolling out covered in hickeys.

gareth and grant are noticing the tension between eddie and steve tonight too. grant's good at subtlety, but gareth wears his suspicion in the hard set to his mouth and the crease between his brows. after what happened with jason during spring break, gareth's hackles are up around anyone that's not one of theirs, and with good reason. steve, though... jeff's got an inkling that steve might be more like them than he lets on.

so maybe steve is more of a blondie guy than a black sabbath guy. so what? eddie will see to that soon enough. jeff is absolutely certain of it.

jeff has known eddie all his life. this tension with steve is absolutely going to snap eventually, and jeff cannot wait to tell his best friend that he's seen it coming. he can't wait to tease him for all these lovesick gazes and those lingering touches and the bad jokes and the absolutely outrageous nicknames (big boy, ed? c'mon, man.).

until then, jeff is so content to just watch this unfold. he's taking notes. maybe someday, when the world gets its shit together, he can stand up as eddie's best man and rib him about this in front of all their family and friends.

eddie deserves that almost as much as he deserves steve goddamned harrington.

[ugotcooneycrossed]

prompt list 30 with dialogue 7 with Lessi pretty please

Visiting them at work, either with lunch, or just to spend the afternoon with them as they try to get things done. Whether they actually get things done, or thing devolve into flirting/romantic gestures is up to you.

"Couldn't you wait to kiss me at home?"

a/n: screaming crying

when alessia first moves to london- she bids you farewell with a bear hug that lasts forever, and a kiss you can still feel lingering on your lips a week later.

and while any normal person could wait far more than a week to see their girlfriend. you both aren't exactly known as individuals- even with you not playing football, you both somehow manage to be together all the time.

so, when the good morning, afternoon, and good night texts, and calls that last for hours, and facetimes until you both fall asleep aren't enough- you force tooney to give you leahs number to arrange a surprise.

you text leah that same night and before you know it- youre packing and falling asleep with alessia on face time, one last time.

-

leah greets you at the train station with a grin- pulling up in her car with the window down, calling out to you.

"hey there sexy lady! you need a lift?"

you get in, turning to punch her in the arm

"you better not tell lessi you said that."

"ahh yes- or big bad guard dog russo will come get me."

you roll your eyes at her- settling in your seat.

"how is she?"

"shouldnt you know? i swear her phone dies twice a day cause you're always texting or calling!"

"you know what i mean."

"she's good- you don't need to worry, i promise we're treating her good."

"okay good."

"now get excited! finally going to see your lady!"

-

leah pulls up to the training grounds- and just as she parks, the door swings open and beth all but drags you out the car, pulling you into a hug.

"oh our saviour! save us from the sad mopey blondie!"

you giggle- wrapping your arms around the girl.

"hi beffy."

"gosh- bout time you showed up, if i had to listen to alessia whinge about not getting to kiss you- i might've kissed her just to shut her up!"

you wave at viv- as the dutch slaps beth's arm.

"where is she then?"

youre bouncing on your toes- trying to peak in the windows of the building.

beth swings her arm over your shoulders and guides you inside.

"come on- i'll show you to her."

-

alessia is in the gym- standing above lia to spot her. they're chatting away, and you hide in the door for a moment to admire how alessia is getting on with her new teammates.

"go on."

leah nudges you with a smile- and you hug her, whispering your thanks.

alessia doesn't notice you at first- though you arent surprised, she's often in her own world.

"hey baby!"

alessia's head snaps up at the sound of your voice and she abandons lia to lunge at you.

"baby!"

you hear a weight slam down and smile at lia guiltily over alessias shoulder, the older girls eyes bewildered at her near death experience.

"hi lessibaby. i missed you so, so much."

alessia doesn't reply- just buries her face into your neck further, and holds you tighter.

she lets go of you but brings her large hands up to cup your cheeks a second later- smashing your lips together in a heated kiss.

your hands hold hers and you stand in the middle of the gym kissing- well, until katie walk in and starts whistling.

"damn russo! get it!"

alessia pulls away with a laugh- hands still cupping your cheeks softly. she pecks your lips one last time and drops her hands down- though she laces your fingers together and tugs you over to a bench- plopping down and dragging you into her lap.

off in your own world again she rests her face against your back.

"you hanging with me all day? its a chill day today."

you nod turning to kiss her- she presses a kiss to your cheek before you can and you blush again.

-

"okay remember what i said baby."

alessia has dragged you out to the training fields for some shooting practice.

she's standing behind you- words of encouragement as you take a shot from the penalty spot.

and when the ball soars into the wide-open net you cheer- turning to her with a grin.

she hugs you- both of you toppling over in the excitement.

you lay there laughing together- before you press a sneaky kiss to her nose, her face scrunches up and she pokes your side.

"couldn't you wait to kiss me at home?"

[livelaughlovesubs]

I want to treat kunikida so gently and kiss him while simultaneously overstimulating him, kissing him and telling him hes so good and handsome while hes crying and begging. I want to make him feel loved because he deserves it.

Soft sex is so cute n’ sweet <33

Dom!reader x sub!kunikida

Warning: handjob (you didn’t specify, i hope you don’t mind), overstim, dacryphilia, teasing and fluff

Kunikida sat on the edge of the bed with a skeptical look, his hands bawled into fists while he looked up at you, who was standing right in front of him. Your hand reached out for him, and his shoulders twitched. You grabbed his tie and made him lean forward. His pupils shook ever so slightly, confidence fading away. With a light tug, you removed that red tie, as well as locking the man in your arms. Heavy breathing sounds bounced off the walls. Your hands were on the bed now, stabilising yourself while you hovered over him, still standing in front of the male. The closeness was embarrassing to say the least, he could feel your breath on his neck, and how it tickled his skin. Even now you weren’t saying anything, keeping quiet while you worked on his vest.

After a few minutes you undid all his buttons and undressed him, slowly pulling his top off. You didn’t pull it off entirely though, instead letting it hang around his elbows. Then you kneeled down, his eyes following you the entire time. Next thing he knew your hands touched his knees, gently spreading them to make space for yourself. You could hear a sharp intake from the man, followed by his muscles tensing. Despite his hesitation and shaky posture, he followed your will and opened his legs.

In between your actions, you made sure to look up at him every once in a while to give him a tender smile of reassurance. Fingertips reaching for his chest, sliding down his torso as you watched him squirm. Kunikida clenched his eyes, avoiding looking at you while you worked on his pants. Your hands groped his crotch with playful intentions, rubbing him through his clothes while carrying a big smile on your face. The poor boy couldn’t even bear to look at you, all those sensations were maddening. It’s unbelievable how you knew every of his weak spots in and out, how you could pay so much attention to his body.

“Don’t play…” the Blondie eventually gasped. His dick was now half erect due to your touch, and twitching whenever you rubbed him a little harder. “Not in the mood for teasing?” He shook his head, if he were to talk now he might let out really embarrassing sounds. “Be a little more patient, okay?” You asked him while you slowly pulled his pants down, eyes gazing up at him with care and warmth. Just the sight alone made him blush or made his heart race. Since you asked so nicely… you earned yourself a slight nod from the male.

Now that you’ve gotten rid of the hindrance, as well as his underwear, you leaned your head against his inner thighs. It felt really soft against the skin, but you could feel his tense muscles. You caressed that area, yearning a gasp and sigh from your lover. He must be really impatient. More than just impatient, he doesn’t understand your fun in torturing him like this. Or why you like touching him so much. That’s when he suddenly felt your lips on his skin. You kissed and nibbled at his thighs, leaving a few red spots behind. His entire figure trembled, you also noticed him resisting the urge to close his legs.

How adorable, was what you thought, feeling your own excitement growing. Then you bit him, leaving the marks of your teeth behind. “Ughhh..!” The male lets out a pained moan, and he started gripping the sheets. His thighs shuddered, and he glared at you. Though that look in his eyes was soon replaced by one of ecstasy as soon as you touched his now hard dick. The shame hit him, and he avoided your gaze again. Spinning his head to the side while he clung the sheets even harder. All of this just because you wrapped your hand around his shaft.

“Pff, what a nice reaction, why so sensitive, my dear~?” You didn’t get an answer. Which is why you started moving your hand up, brushing your digits over his tip and collecting his precum. There were already a significant amount of it collecting at his slit and you made use of that. Coating your index finger with the sticky fluid as a tease, rubbing against his tip carefully. “Ah-aAAhh..! You- hngnNn..!” God, the whimpers he let out were heavenly, enough to convince you it was an angels singing. The way he shut his eye and covered his face with his hand was just so attractive. Not to mention how red he was, how even his ears and shoulders turned cherry red.

You weren’t sure what he was trying to say, but since he didn’t show any signs of discomfort, you continued your little game. After coating your entire palm with his slick, you started to jerk him off. The wet squelching sounds it made were straight out of a porno, so lewd and dirty that it almost made you feel ashamed. Since you were taking it easy on him and going slow, he only shuddered every now and then. Still, the feeling was starting to get overwhelming, especially with you raising your pace in accordance. More small whines and groans left his throat, adding onto this already erotic picture.

“Ah.. nghh-mHhm.. y/n, more…” kunikida said while in a trance, mind slowly turning into mush as the pleasure fills his nerves. His heart was pounding, working on spreading this bliss to every single corner of his body. Eyes half lidded as he furrowed his eyebrows, lips slightly parted due to his panting. “Please..” he added, trying to make himself clear. “You want me to go faster?” You asked, even though you knew the answer. Stopping the movements of your hand momentarily to focus on him. Cheeks pressed against his thigh, ready to leave more hickeys anytime.

He had to swallow a clump before he could talk, your eyes were making him nervous. It has been like that since the beginning of this session. Every time he looked at you he just felt so shy, it was irritating. With a meek voice he mumbled, “yes..please.” Hoping that was a satisfactory response, enough for you to feel content.

“Such a good boy you are… of course I can, my love,” you uttered, resuming to pleasuring him again. This time your hand was moving at a steady yet fast pace, your other hand holding his hips. The sounds of the act was getting louder and more perverted by the second, atmosphere getting heavier with lust. “Ahh… uh-uhnGn- mHhHMM ..!” He couldn’t say anything, only moans and sounds of pure ecstasy came out of his mouth. More and more precum dripped down his shaft, onto your hands, almost as an encouragement for you to continue. His thighs trembled, as well as the rest of his body. Sweat was forming on his forehead, and drool hung out from the corners of his lips. You could literally eat him up right now.

“You are doing so well, kunikida, so pretty and so handsome.” Then you stood up, hands still working on his length. Your face was now inches away from his, the hand on his hips now on his chin. Gently and a little hesitantly, you kissed him. Locking your lips with his. His eyes widened a little. Even though he was surprised, he quickly returned the kiss and when you pulled back, he leaned forward, showing his unwillingness to break it yet. “Ah.. y/n…” kunikida said, almost crying at this point. “Please…” everything you did felt so good, he couldn’t take it anymore. The feeling of you touching his private areas, making him feel so loved and adored was getting too overwhelming. He was so close, and it felt too good.

You gave him a tender smile, before kissing him again. Even something as simple as this felt amazing for him, astonishingly exhilarating. As if all his troubles got washed away, he couldn’t think of anything but you. Right now he was living for this moment with you and nothing else. “I’m close, please.. ha-haah…” he stopped clenching the bedsheets, instead wrapped his arms around your neck. You kissed his neck and shoulder, this small gesture enough to calm down his raging heart. His grip was tight, not wanting to let you go. This clinginess of his was new for the both of you, yet none of you complained.

“You were so perfect, go on, cum for me?” You whispered into his ear. A voice so beautiful it could have been a devils spell, the only difference being he’s been seduced since he met your eyes. Every of your words echoed through his mind like a hypnosis, his body obeying you out of reflex. “Ah.. hu-hMNm… ye-yes..” “so good for me, I love you darling.” That was the last straw, all of this was too much. Tears rolled down his cheek while he repeated the words ‘thank you’ like a mad lad. His frame shook and shuddered, legs still trying to clench together while white liquid shoot out of him. It dirtied your hand, and proceeded to drip all the way down to his thighs.

You helped him ride out his high, biting your bottom lips to control yourself. He was just so damn gorgeous just now. When you noticed the trembling decreasing, you pulled back slightly to look at him. The face he pulled made all your efforts worth it. A dumbfounded expression paired with a melting gaze. Silent sobs and hiccups replacing the previous vulgar noises. His hair has come undone, and it stuck to his hair due to the sweat. Not to mention what a mess he made down there… how inappropriate he looks. It makes you want to go for a second round <3

[silverthelovebug]

@andromedavwrites

[xxbimbobunnyxx]

Sugar and Spice: Part 1

(E.M. x Fem!Reader x S.H.) Part 2 Series Masterlist.

Summary: Steve has massive crush on you, Eddie’s childhood bestfriend who just came home from collage. The only problem is you despised him in highschool and he’s pretty sure Eddie’s in love with you.

Warnings: Eventual smut, pining, love triangle, no upside down, eventual steddie x reader, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, fluff, no use of Y/N so definitely a billion pet names. There’s not really any for this chapter, it’s mostly setting the scene for the rest of the story. Mentions of sex and some swearing. I will add additional warnings each chapter! But still my work is always 18+MNDI

A/N: Okay I found this in my docs and I was reading over it and got inspired to keep writing it. I’ve had this idea in my head for a long time about a Reader who has a kind of like pastel goth type of aesthetic. Like she plays D&D and loves horror but also really loves chick flicks and pink. She listens to Black Sabbath but then will turn around and listen to Blondie in the same 10 minutes. Collects Care Bears but has read every Anne Rice book. I feel like both Eddie and Steve would lose their minds over that. There will be no physical descriptions of reader besides the outfits she wears, which will be things like big chunky goth boots and fuzzy pink sweaters. Ngl it’s kinda self indulgent of me but I hope there’s others who can relate to her.🤭 divider I used is by: @firefly-graphics

Steve wasn’t obsessed with you, at least he tried to convince himself that was the case. He hadn’t seen you since you graduated and moved to the city. But ever since you’ve been back it’s like he sees you everywhere. You come into his work sometimes and rent horror movies, or on rare occasions you rent something totally cute and left-field like The Little Mermaid. You wore outfits that were somehow the hottest and cutest thing he’s ever seen at once, his favorite he’s ever seen you in was this short little black skirt and a pink button up cardigan that you replaced the buttons with little skulls all brought together by the big platform boots you’re usually wearing. That contrast just made him more infatuated with you. You were like sugar and spice wrapped up in one really beautiful girl.

But there were TWO major problems, one being that you hated him In highschool. He was an arrogant asshole who thought he was better than everyone, could do whatever he wanted and looked down on the kind of people you hung around. You were pretty quiet but outspoken and opinionated when you wanted to be, kept close to the few friends you had and always had your head in some kind of horror or vampire book that Steve would definitely not understand but would’ve totally listened to you talk about all day just to hear you talk about something you loved. He always thought you were pretty, even in highschool when you used to dress a lot more reserved. Mostly ripped jeans, the occasional Care Bears tee, and shirts of bands he didn’t know. He even asked you out once Junior year before he got with Nancy and you laughed in his face and said “yeah fucking right Harrington, good one” But now? You’re always wearing those little mini skirts, low cut tank tops, and ripped up fishnets. Steve literally feels like he can’t think around you.

Which brings him to problem number two…Eddie. You and Eddie are bestfriends and have been since middle school, he’s part of the reason you never liked Steve because of the way he and his friends treated Eddie. Even though Steve was never directly mean to YOU, his friends were and that was enough. But Steve and Eddie had a recently developed… acquaintanceship due to their mutual friendship with Dustin. It took some time and convincing but once they got past their preconceived notions of each other they were able to be civil. Eddie being in the group meant when you came back naturally you were integrated in as well. Which means Steve has seen you in an actual social setting multiple times now.

You think that would be great, right? Wrong. Eddie was constantly touching you. Holding your hand, putting his arms around your waist, you sitting IN HIS LAP. It drove Steve fucking crazy, especially because he knows that Eddie loves you and he feels just a little bad about it because he had actually started to really like Eddie and maybe even began to see him as a friend. But seeing him all over you drove him insane and made him have a bad taste in his mouth every time he heard his name. He was pretty sure you loved Eddie. The way you looked at him and the gentle way you handled him and spoke to him like he wasn’t the resident metalhead drug dealer but a giant teddy bear that needed to be hugged and cared for.

Steve would’ve given up in an instant if you said you were Eddie’s girl, but you always said you guys were bestfriends despite the fact that Eddie definitely called you his girl on multiple occasions to the entire group. You definitely had feelings for him. He could see it but there was also something keeping you from making it official and that gave Steve hope. Especially once you warmed up to him and started sitting on HIS lap sometimes. You would just come and plop down across his knees looking at him all sweet like it was the most casual thing and you didn’t just make his brain short circuit. You started calling him cute little pet names and kissing his cheek every time you saw him.

Again, these things would all be fantastic IF you didn’t do all the same things and more with Eddie. Every time you sat on Eddie’s lap he literally wanted to rip you off of him and kiss you right in front of Eddie’s smug face. He was always smirking at Steve over your shoulder because he knew Steve liked you. He confronted him about it last week when they were at the arcade with Dustin and Mike.

“So. You like her don’t you?” Eddie just asked him out of the blue. Steve looked at him with a confused look on his face not really registering what he meant at first “Huh? Like who?”

“Don’t play dumb man, you know who I’m talking about” Eddie scoffed and rolled his eyes

“Why would you think she would ever like you back? You treated us like shit in highschool and just because she’s more confident and can stand to be in the same room as you, now you want her? Fuck that. She deserves better than that, she is so much more than how she looks.”

Steve was kind of taken back at first, knowing he wasn’t exactly wrong “You don’t think I know that Munson? I don’t just like her because she’s hot. She also has this confidence and energy about her that’s just really attractive. She’s fucking funny and not afraid to be herself. She’s got that whole sugar and spice thing going on where she’s so sweet and gentle one second and the next she’s cussing like a sailor going off on these cute little tangents. I thought we established I’m not the guy I was in highschool anymore. I’m not some player trying to go through women. I like her.” he kind of didn’t mean to say ALL of that but it just kept coming out once he started talking about you he couldn’t help it.

“Okay I get it, you actually like her. Either way she’s never going to go for you, you aren’t even her type.” He grabbed the sleeve of Steve’s bright blue crew neck “I’ve never seen her be into a pretty boy like you, she likes dudes who look like they’re part of the lost boys clan or the dudes she sees on MTV.”

Steve couldn’t help but roll his eyes “Sooo, you then? If you love her so much then why aren’t you with her?” Eddie flushed and his face fell slightly “because man, she’s the most important person in my life. Imagine if we got together for real and then we broke up? Things wouldn’t be the same between us, I might lose her entirely”

“When you say ‘for real’ what does that mean?” Steve asked him, hoping it didn’t mean what he thought it meant.

“I mean we do a lot of couple things, we go on bestfriend dates, we are super affectionate with each other, we fuck sometimes, but both of us are scared if we decided to be together for real it would ruin it” Eddie shrugged like he didn’t just metaphorically punch Steve in the chest with that information.

“So what? Are you guys exclusive or what? Because if you’re not, I’m going to ask her out.” Steve just shrugged trying to play it off.

“Dude. Are you seriously going to ask out my girl after what I just said!?”

“Yeah, DUDE. You just said she wasn’t yours so is she or isn’t she?”

“Now that I finally have you around without Eddie I can ask the question I’ve been dying to ask, what’s the deal with you two? Are you like, together?” Robin suddenly asked you out of the blue.

Her and Nancy finally convinced you to have a girls day with them. You went and got mani pedis and picked up lunch so you could eat it back at Nancy and Jonathan’s apartment while you watched some movies Robin got from work.

“I mean… Technically? No. You could say we are like bestfriends with benefits I guess? We have kind of been fooling around off and on since sophomore year of highschool when we lost our virginity to each other.”

“And you’re… okay with that?”

“Yeah Robin, I’m okay with it. We decided a long time ago that us being together for real wasn't really an option. Imagine if we broke up? I couldn’t handle losing him.” You bit your lip, just the thought of losing Eddie made you anxious.

Now you had Nancy curious “So have you ever been with anyone else? Or are you guys like exclusive friends with benefits? Because if you’ve only ever been with him I’d say you’re pretty much together anyways.”

“Oh yeah, I’ve had hookups and flings, so has Eddie. I had a few guys I went on a couple dates with when I was gone at school but I’ve never had an actual relationship really. Neither has he.”

“So you’re telling us, you’ve been fucking on and off and on for almost EIGHT YEARS, never had a real relationship, and yet you guys still aren’t actually together? Don’t you think that’s maybe the reason neither of you have ever had a relationship? You’re stuck on each other?” Nancy, always the voice of reason.

“I absolutely know that’s why, I compare every guy to Eddie and no one has measured up. He treats me like a princess, why would I want a boyfriend who treats me anything less than that?” You shrugged and took another bite of your egg roll.

“Okay but what about when you do find that person? Or he does? What then? Things will change either way.” Robin questioned. She had her own reasons for bringing this all up in the first place. She knew Steve liked you, and he made her promise not to mettle but just asking if you were single isn’t meddling, right?

“I don’t know Robin, we’ve never talked about it. We will cross that bridge when the time comes.” You hoped they would let it go after that. It’s not that you necessarily didn’t want to talk about your relationship with Eddie, it’s just whenever anyone brings up that it probably has an eventual expiration date you feel like your whole world is crashing down.

“So there’s really no one you’ve ever thought you really really liked?” Okay, maybe she was reaching meddling territory now.

“Nope. Never. Can we just watch dirty dancing now?”

You didn’t feel like elaborating more than that, especially since recently there was someone you’d started to like. It was confusing and very much against your will but you had started to develop a small crush on Steve. You tried really hard to give him the cold shoulder when you first got back, you spent years with feelings of animosity towards him but if even Eddie could give him another chance you figured you could too. Then of course he had to be just so sweet, and such a gentleman, always telling you that you looked pretty and he smelled so good. It honestly made you want to punch him in the face. Or kiss him. Or both.

Robin narrowed her eyes at you but decided to drop it for now, even though she could tell there was definitely something you weren’t telling them with how quickly you decided to change the subject.

“Yeah okay, let’s watch the movie. But I’m not letting this go forever.”

“I didn’t even think for a second that you would.” You laughed and pressed play on the VHS.

Your love life wasn’t brought up anymore after that but that didn’t keep you from thinking about it. What would happen if Eddie got a girlfriend? You and him were never exclusive but the thought of him actually loving someone made you feel sick. Did he feel the same way? You hoped he did. Does that mean you want things with him to be exclusive? You’d never really allowed yourself to have those thoughts but now you were starting to wonder.

Then there was Steve, who just added to your confusion. Something about him just drew you to him, even back in highschool when you felt nothing but negative feelings toward him it was like he was everywhere you looked. Maybe you always had a small crush on him but would’ve never in a million years admitted it to yourself back then. It’s not like you would’ve ever had a chance, he treated everyone like you like dirt under his shoe. He never bullied you directly but him picking on your friends was enough to tell you how he probably felt about you too. Then you remember that one time Junior year when he asked you out, did he actually mean it? The thought that he might like you made your insides heat up and you felt like one of those girls you used to make fun of in highschool for swooning over him.

Robin could practically see the gears turning in your head, it was very obvious you weren’t watching the movie at all and she knew she told Steve she wouldn’t involve herself but she just had this feeling…

“You like Steve don’t you?” Robin’s voice snapped you out of your cycle of spiraling thoughts and you whipped your head around to look at her.

“What!?”

[xxcherrycherixx]

Blondie walking into the room to see cupid lounging completely naked on her bed scrolling through hextagram:

Cupid noticing her and moving to wave, her boobs now fully on display: blondie! You’re back early :D whats with that look?

Blondie:

Blondie: dexter would have never survived dating you.

Cupid: what

[halsteadlover]

Under Fire

*Gif not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Paramedic!Reader.

• Requested by anon: Hey! Could you write an imagine where the reader is a paramedic and one day a person starts shooting at the ambo and Jay is called? Then he would be worried when he sees the reader there.

• Warnings: mention of sex, blood, gunshot, bad writing (yes it’s gonna be a warning from now on).

• Word count: 4289.

• A/N: this is by far one of the ugliest fics ever and honestly I’m even ashamed I posted it. It didn’t turn the way I wanted but I was too lazy and had no time to write it all again so here it is 💀 Sorry for the ppl who expected a good worried!Jay fic 😭 I’m sorry for any mistake too and of course I know all the ‘medical’ staff was probably inaccurate so pls bear with me lol

“Baby, breakfast is ready!”.

Jay's voice muffled to your ears from the kitchen as you hurriedly got ready for work, super late. You tied your hair into a ponytail, not wanting to waste any more time trying to fix it before running to the kitchen where Jay had just set breakfast on the table.

“I'm late honey I can't eat,” you said frantically, leaning closer to him and kissing him on the lips before stealing a waffle which you popped into your mouth and began to eat as you looked for your car keys.

“Babe you can't go to work without having breakfast,” Jay retorted as he drank his cup of coffee and watched you amused.

“Yeah? And whose fault is it that I’m late?” you asked ironically “Have you seen my keys baby? Damn it… I can't find them anywhere.”

Jay chuckled and there was no need to say he found them as soon as he started to search for them. He was about to hand them to you but suddenly put his hands behind his back. “I want a kiss first.”

You giggled like a little girl and placed your free hand on his face, kissing him passionately, as if it was the first time you'd seen him in ages. No matter how much time passed, Jay managed to have on you the same effect as the first day, and for a moment, lost in your senses, you almost forgot you had to run away to work.

“Mmmh,” he murmured into the kiss, intensifying it as his arm went around your waist, pressing your body further against his.

“Stop…” you muttered between kisses as you giggled “No,” one kiss “That’s not…” another kiss “Fair…” and yet another one. “You’ve already made me late this morning.”

“Baby it's not my fault you're so stunning. You know I can't keep my hands to myself,” he kept kissing you, taking the opportunity to shamelessly squeeze your ass. “You were naked in our bed, you really expected me not to fuck the shit out of you?”.

“Stop, you're making me hot again,” you placed your hands on his chest to push him away, receiving a frown from him. In a moment of distraction you grabbed the keys from his hand and took your bag, before giving him one last sweet kiss and go to the door “See you tonight baby, I love you. Be careful okay?”.

“I love you too princess, text me when you can and be careful too. Don't you even dare come back with even a scratch!”.

But unfortunately, things don’t always go the way we want them to.

Your morning was going well, you were on shift with Sylvie who wasted no time teasing you, between calls, about being late that morning.

“If you're jealous because I'm having hot sex and you're not, just say it blondie,” you retorted laughing, getting from your co-worker a little slap on the back of your head as she kept her eyes on the road while driving the ambo.

“You’re really a bitch you know that? Of course I'm jealous! Do you know how long it's been since I've been with someone? I don't even know what a penis looks like anymore.”

You giggled. “If after every shift you literally fly home to go to sleep, don't complain if you can't find anyone. You need to go out Sylvie, Molly's is always crowded, you'll find someone who can't wait to rail you.”

She burst out laughing. “Rail me? Where did this come from?”.

“I mean… You know… I didn't know the meaning of these words before I met my boyfriend…” you answered and Sylvie let out a fake gag while you dreamily recalled your intense sexual life with Jay.

“You are disgusting,” the blonde replied even though she laughed. Before she could add anything though, there was a call of a shooting with victim and the joyful and playful air disappeared almost instantly.

You were about to text Jay, updating him on the progress of your shift but you mentally cursed as you noticed your cell phone was dead and that’s when you remembered you didn't charge it last night.

You put it back in your pocket, mental noting you’d charge it as soon as you got back to the station.

When you and Sylvie arrived with sirens blaring at the scene where the shooting had taken place, you couldn't help but notice the amount of people there looking on curiously and trying to figure out what was going on. That neighborhood was not the most idyllic and safe, given the unfortunate presence of criminals and drug addicts, and you mentally prayed you could finish as soon as possible since you didn't feel at all calm in that place.

A man in his fifties came running towards you, cell phone in hand and a terrified expression on his face.

“What happened sir? Where’s the victim?” Sylvie asked as you fetched the first aid kit bags.

“This way. There's been a shooting… There's a young man… I don't know if he's still alive.”

The man pointed to a person lying on the ground, immersed in his own blood and at a rough guess he didn't seem to be more than 16 years old. He was just a little boy.

“We'll take care of it from now sir. Thank you for calling us. Now go back in your house and stay safe,” you said and he nodded before storming off and locking himself inside his house along with his family.

You put on your gloves and leaned over the victim. You checked his carotid pulse and breathing. “He’s breathing and there is still a pulse. But it's too weak.”

Sylvie lifted the victim's shirt, revealing the shotgun at stomach level, and spun him on his side for a moment. “There is an exit wound.”

“I'm putting an IV,” you stated before taking the necessary kit while Sylvie controlled the bleeding by dabbing the wound with clean gauze which was soaked in blood in no time. After placing the tourniquet, it was difficult to find an accessible vein due to the copious blood loss but eventually you succeeded.

As you continued to do everything in your power to keep the still unconscious patient alive, you didn't realize all passers-by had left and that a suspicious car was approaching until the sound of a shot broke the silence.

Your heart stopped for an instant.

It all happened so fast and in just few seconds that you didn't even realize what was happening.

It was all so fast but so slow at the same time.

Everything seemed to stop around you, the world started spinning fast and slow at the same time which you didn't even believe was possible. The seconds seemed to have turned into minutes, hours, and in you kept wondering when it would end.

You and Sylvie threw yourselves to cover the victim, but not before a bullet went through your arm causing you to scream in pain. “Fuck!” you exclaimed as an excruciating pain made you bend to the ground for an instant.

“Y/N! Oh my god!” exclaimed Sylvie, rushing towards you regardless of the danger. Your hand covered your wound from where blood gushed and you tried to take a few breaths to try to regain control of yourself. You hadn't been shot at before by now, but damn it hurt like hell.

“I'm fine,” you murmured and when you opened your eyes you saw a woman lying on the ground not far from you. “Shit… Sylvie, go to that woman…”

Sylvie glanced between you and the poor woman lying on the asphalt, not sure what to do. “I am fine. Go! I'll take care of it here!”.

She nodded and grabbed a first aid bag before running to the woman, leaving you with the still unconscious victim. You checked him to make sure he wasn't hit and breathed a sigh of relief when you saw he wasn't.

You called for help on your radio before getting up with no small effort, dragging the victim behind a car, thus keeping you sheltered.

Your heart was pounding and you didn't know what to do, the fear they'd come back to kill you paralyzed you. You leaned against the car, bringing your eyes to the wound on your arm and noticing you were losing more blood than you would’ve expected.

“Shit,” you winched in pain even if the adrenaline rushed through your veins. You decided not to think about it and just treat the patient until help arrived, after all you weren't going to die from a shot in an arm.

You got up from the car and approached the patient, noticing the movement of his chest was no longer regular and that he was struggling to breathe. You took your stethoscope and listened to his chest, hearing crackles and a muffled sound in the right lung.

“Damn it,” you whispered to yourself, taking deep breaths as the pain became more intense and trying to focus solely on the victim and not on the excruciating pain you were feeling. The victim had a pneumothorax and you knew if you didn't treat it right away, you ran the risk of losing him before help even arrived.

You took all the kit needed to aspirate the air from his lung but your hand was shaking too much to be able to proceed. “Come on. You can do it,” you kept telling yourself and breathing deeply. With no little effort you managed to make a small incision and insert the small catheter to allow the air to escape. You listened to his lungs again after a bit with the stethoscope and breathed a sigh of relief when you realized the pulmonary sound was good and he was breathing properly. You fixed the catheter to his chest with a plaster and continued to treat the wound on the abdomen.

He was losing too much blood and if he hadn't gone to the hospital immediately he would’ve died there in front of you.

Your forehead was drenched in sweat, your arms and body were giving up as you noticed in the distance Sylvie giving a CPR to the woman who had presumably also been shot.

You heard the sound of sirens of the police and of another ambulance in the distance and for the first time in the last half hour your heart started properly beating again.

Jay, meanwhile, didn't have a clue what was going on, that you'd been shot, rushed to the hospital, or he’d completely lose his mind.

His day, unlike yours, was going on normally and no new cases had turned up so he spent the morning sorting through paperwork and old reports that were still incomplete.

He checked his cell phone to see if you'd answered him but still nothing. The last time he knew about you was when he saw you walk out the door of the apartment you shared and he couldn't stop the veil of anxiety that had passed through him. He knew he was exaggerating, as you were most likely having a busy morning and for this reason you hadn’t reached out to him.

He tried to keep his mind at bay, to stay calm and tell himself everything would be fine, that you were okay and he’d hear from you soon.

But when he saw Sylvie's name on the screen as his cell phone rang, he knew immediately that something wasn’t right and the slight feeling of anxiety was replaced by a real vice in his stomach.

“Sylvie? What happened? Is my girlfriend okay?” he asked as soon as he answered the call, without even giving her time to say anything. He knew something was up and didn’t want to waist time.

“Jay…” she breathed out, her voice clearly shaking but Jay couldn't care less.

“Sylvie tell me immediately what the hell happened. Where’s Y/N? Is she okay?” he ordered in a harsh and hostile tone, more than he ever wanted to.

“We are at Med's and…”

That was all it took for him to go crazy and not understand anything anymore.

Before she could finish her sentence he had already hung up the phone and, without even notifying his boss, he exited the unit at lightning speed, under the gaze of his worried and astonished teammates.

His mind kept repeating the last words spoken by Sylvie and never as in that moment did he feel like the world completely collapsed on him. He hadn't even asked what happened, whether you were okay or not, and as he drove like a madman through the streets of Chicago, he kept praying, praying and praying.

“God please let her be okay,” he kept muttering to himself, his heart pounding so hard in his chest he felt like it was going to stop at any moment. He tried to call you several times but each time it directed him to your voicemail. “Fuck!” he had exclaimed hitting the steering wheel in frustration and after throwing the cell phone on the passenger seat, without caring whether it broke or not.

You had to be okay, it couldn't have been otherwise. You had to be okay because you had to spend the rest of your life with him, he had to marry you, start a family with you, raise your children, maybe have pets, and to do that you had to feel good.

Jay knew that your job, as well as his, could be dangerous, but that didn't make the anxiety any less oppressive, the fear of losing you any less crippling.

It might seem like an exaggeration but he couldn't live without you, he couldn't imagine a life in which you weren't there, he couldn't imagine coming home and not finding you there preparing dinner with so much care and love, he couldn't imagine coming home and not finding you walking barefoot, the music blasting while you danced and sang as you cleaned the house, he couldn't imagine waking up in the morning and not feeling your body against his, the scent of your hair entering his nostrils, your arms holding him preventing him from getting up to go to work when you weren't on shift.

“No, no, no, no, no,” he babbled not wanting to even think about this possibility as he darted through the streets without even bothering to stop at red lights and risking causing accidents at least a couple of times.

When he got to the hospital he immediately ran towards the nurses' station, failing even to realize that Maggie was already talking to a patient.

“Maggie where is Y/N? Is she fine?” he asked frantically getting a glare from the gentleman who was previously talking to Maggie. She shot an apologetic look at the man and nodded to the room you were in before giving her attention back to the patient.

Jay ran towards the room and without even thinking twice pulled the curtain away, an expression of pure fear and concern on his face. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw you were lying on the crib, alive.

“Jay!” you exclaimed, not expecting to find your boyfriend in front of you in the hospital, lifting yourself up as if to reach him.

“Y/N stay still,” Connor admonished you, who was tending your wound.

“Oh thank God,” Jay finally managed to calm down and finally breathe again. He walked over to you and gently grabbed your face with his still trembling hands, leaving a kiss on your forehead. It lasted longer than it should’ve but Jay didn't care, he just wanted to savor the moment, smell the scent of your hair, your skin, and realize you were really there in front of him, that you hadn't left him.

“Halstead, you shouldn't be here,” Connor commented without looking up from the bullet hole in your arm.

“Shut up Rhodes, just focus about treating her,” Jay retorted and the serious tone in which he said it caused both you and Connor to chuckle but as soon as you looked at him you stopped immediately, noticing the expression of pain and concern with which he was looking at you.

“What happened baby? My God…” he stroked your face, your hair, “Why didn't you call me? What did they do to you?”. His eyes moved from your features to your arm and he immediately knew it was a bullet hole. He had assumed that you’d been pushed, maybe fallen somewhere, but he hadn't thought it was a shot at all.

Anxiety and worry were quickly replaced by anger and rage and in that precise moment he promised himself he’d make the bastard who had done this to you, who had dared to hurt you, pay.

“I told Sylvie not to call you…” you started talking, not answering Jay's questions but he cut you off, “Y/N please… I'm mad enough you didn't call me and I had to hear from your colleague you ended up in the hospital, don’t even think about making jokes right now.”

“Sorry Jay, it's just… You were at work and I didn't want to worry you. I'm fine as you can see and Connor will fix me.”

“You're not fine,” Connor intervened, glancing at you before continuing to treat the wound “If you hadn't continued to treat the victim your arm wouldn't be in so bad shape, the bullet had gone too deep. But luckily I'm very good at my job.”

If looks could kill, you should’ve been petrified after Jay's glare.

“Connor, you really don't know when to shut your mouth, do you?”.

“Y/N,” Jay spoke up “I'm not playing and I'm about to lose my mind. Tell me what the hell happened.”

You sighed, looking down at your belly as you recalled those moments of terror that seemed to have happened not long ago but at the same time, so long ago.

Jay noticed the way your free hand was shaking slightly and he felt guilty for raising his voice after the traumatic event you had suffered earlier that morning. “Sorry baby,” he said, caressing your cheeks and then giving you another soft kiss on your forehead. He held you as best he could, your head level with his stomach as he continued to stroke your hair, your cheeks, trying to calm you down. It was his way of saying he was there, that you were safe and never like then did you mentally thank Sylvie for calling him.

“It’s okay, I’m here now. Everything will be okay baby.”

God only knew how terrified you were, how afraid you were of dying, never seeing the love of your life again, never hugging him again and feeling him holding you, cradling and caressing you… Shit, this was one of the best feelings you ever had the pleasure of trying in your life.

You kept thinking over and over of those scary moments, the sound of those gunshots you knew would echo in your mind for far too long. No manual, no course would’ve ever prepared you for all this, you knew that being a paramedic would’ve taken you to places where danger was around the corner, but the adrenaline, the fear, that terror… No one would’ve ever been able to preparing for this.

You didn't even realize Connor had finished bandaging your wound until you saw with the corner of your eye he was getting up and collecting all the dirty gauze and other tools he had used. “I can't stress enough about the fact you don't have to exert yourself. You have to rest for at least a week, after that you can do some office work, but no work on the field until you’ll be able to move your arm.”

“Trust me she won’t. Thanks Rhodes,” Jay replied and Connor gave him a smile, then patted him on the shoulder with an ungloved hand.

“I'll leave you two alone.”

You tried to move you arm a bit but it was still numb from the local anesthetic. Jay sat on the edge of the bed, taking your free hand and intertwining his fingers with yours as his thumb stroked your back.

“You made me worry to death you know? I think I've died and risen a thousand times in the last hour.” He was the one who spoke first, but his tone was soft and reassuring. His free hand stroked your face, tucking a strand of hair that had escaped your ponytail, behind your ear.

“I'm so sorry Jay,” you mumbled back, feeling awfully guilty to see him like this, features contracted up with concern, eyes shining.

“You don't have to apologize, I'm just so happy you're okay,” he hugged you and you returned that hug, with your free arm. “God Y/N, I wouldn't have known what to do without you. I've never been so scared as today...” he kept talking “Don't ever do this to me again.”

“I was so scared Jay… I…” you stammered, trying to swallow the lump in your throat “I thought I'd never see you again…”

“Shh, it's okay. I'm here now and you're safe, I won't let anyone hurt you anymore,” he tried to calm you down even if he was feeling a storm inside. He was angry, furious, because he wasn't there to protect you, because if he had the person responsible in his hands he would’ve killed them with his bare hands, because he hated seeing you like that, scared, trembling in his arms. And he wanted to cry, cry so hard, because the fear he'd had of losing you was paralyzing.

Jay had never been in a situation where he’d even think you weren't next to him. To him it was like you were a superhero, immortal, that one way or another you'd always come back to him and he had taking all of this for granted. Reality had hit him full blown and left him breathless, making him lose the ground under his feet, the world collapsing around him and made him understand it wasn't like this, that fate was sometimes a bastard and that only event made him realize how important you were to him. Maybe even more than he could have ever imagined.

How much he loved you, for goodness sake, it was overwhelming. You were his whole world, and however absurd, ridiculous, cheesy, or over the top that might seem, Jay really couldn't live without you. It was a phrase he had told you so many times but in that particular absurd event it took on an even deeper and more real meaning and he really, really couldn't exist in a world where you weren't by his side.

And he didn't care how cheesy any of that sounded, it was the plain, simple, unequivocal truth.

“Baby you're choking me,” you muttered as he began to hold you so tight it literally blocked your breath. Your voice brought him back to reality, “Shit. Sorry, baby I didn't realize it,” he said giving you a kiss on the lips and you smiled at him, “It's okay.”

“Are you okay? Do you need something?”.

You shook your head, your lids suddenly feeling heavy. “No, just some rest.”

Jay smiled sweetly, looking at you with so much love and affection. “I know baby, I know. As soon as they prepare the discharge documents, I'll take you home and you can rest as long as you want.”

You nodded and the tender expression on your face made his heart explode. Had he already said how much he fucking loved you? “You'll stay with me right? I need you.”

“Do you really think I would’ve left you alone knowing what you've been through? I'll take the rest of the day off and, since I have a lot of accumulated vacation days, I’ll take the next few weeks as well.”

You smiled faintly. You didn’t want him to not go to work and felt selfish but God, you needed him so badly so you didn’t even complain. “Thank you love.”

“Do you feel like telling me what happened?” Jay asked, now impatient. You told him everything from how you were treating the victim, to the shooting and until help arrived. It goes without saying how furious Jay was when you finished speaking and how he looked ready to smash something against the walls.

“It's over baby, I'm really fine now, luckily they hit me on the arm and not elsewhere where it could’ve been so much worse. I'll get better soon, you know how these things go,” you tried to reassure him, placing your hand on his face and stroking his skin, a gesture that made him relax a little. “Please don’t be mad.”

“I’m not mad Y/N, I’m furious. You are the most precious thing in my life and I’d kill anyone for even touch a strand of your hair in the wrong way. Knowing you were there alone, that you couldn't defend yourself, someone dared to hurt you… I can’t even explain the rage I’m feeling right now,” he replied, the tone of low voice as your words kept echoing in his mind. “I'm so sorry my baby,” he caressed your face “My precious princess. I’m so sorry for not being there and failing to protect you. It shouldn't have happened, especially not to you. If something…”

“No love no,” you interrupted him, not letting him finish that sentence “Let's not think about that. I'm here now, you're here with me and that's all that matters, okay?”.

“I know, I know,” he replied. But they’ll still have to pay for what they did to you.

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Alright, here's the design stuff:

I wanted to go for kind of a Lois Lane vibe, including the way she gets all the way up in business she should not be up in. At the same time I wanted to bring the super cutesy gothic lolita style in at least a little. So I ended up going with a poofy short jumpsuit with bows and teddy bears. I would love to make a specific thank you to @themooncallsyou for suggesting I look at the Moschino 2022 spring line for inspiration, it ended up having a very heavy impact on the final design.

I tried to lean into the investigative part of investigative reporter, so that's what the heavy coat is about. I thought adding that classic detective silhouette would be a nice final touch. Plus, I think Blondie likes the drama of the coat flying behind her as she's chasing down a lead. It makes her feel very cool.

Alright, so her original pet is a bear cub named Grizz but I have. Several problems with that. The main one is that it's not clear what the difference between Grizz and the actual sentient bears and her story is. There is never any differentiation between them. It's a Goofy-Pluto situation. Like it doesn't need to be explained, but the minute you start thinking about it too hard it gets weird real fast.

Anyways say hello to Honey the magpie!! Magpies are great mimics and lovers of shiny things, so I thought one would be a perfect fit for Blondie. She repeats bits of gossip and steals little trinkets and clues to help Blondie with whatever case she's on. Honey is where Blondie gets her infinite supply of bobby pins. Her scale is a little off, I don't think magpies are actually that big, but I still think she's cute so I'm not changing it now lol.

Now for character stuff:

Honestly I'm not really changing anything as much as I am exploring what's already there. I think Blondie has the potential to be really interesting, because she's unique within the class system of the school. She's kind of the inverse of Raven status-wise. Raven was born to royalty, but because her mom is the Evil Queen she's actually considered a commoner by society. Blondie was born to a wealthy commoner family, but her fear of rejection leads her to exaggerate the prestige of her lineage. Everyone sort of knows that she's not a Princess but she's so desperate to keep up the image of royalty that no one knows where she actually lands. Most of the royals assume her parents are Lord and Lady or Duke and Duchess or something. In reality they don't have any noble title, and Blondie is very insecure about that.

Blondie isn't so much ashamed of her family as she is terrified of exclusion and rejection. Her standing in society is the one major thing that makes her different from all the other royals, but she has major anxieties that she's always on thin ice. In her mind she's permanently one wrong step from total ostracization.

On a happier note, she does have a genuine passion for journalism! She considers her news blog/podcast practice for her future career. She starts out discussing school drama and gossip, but tries to stay a neutral third party. That's why her hair is so big. It's full of secrets. As the story goes on she starts reporting on more political and social topics beyond the boundaries of the school (and therefore becomes one of Milton Grimms worst nightmares). She is really, really, really good at getting into shit people do not want her to get into. She's got her eyes on prize and good luck stopping her