#she was a member of the family not a fucking table that broke. if your best friend died would you go out and try to get a new one?

[bella-rose29]

Deck the Halls (and not your partner) - Part 2

To make this work (I'm sorry) the reader has a very large family, and they will have names (I genuinely cannot be asked to try and figure that out and make it entirely... non OC)

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: swearing, lockwood and children so beware your hearts, lockwood gets hugged and can't deal with it, the family members are mean, reader doesn't eat much, lockwood is still a bit of an arse and so is the reader (but hers is more justified), proofread maybe once

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So far, it had absolutely been a shitshow.

Lockwood had remained silent for the next hour and a half of the train journey, and with not much else to do but plan every tiny detail of their fake relationship Y/n thought she might be going mad.

Luckily they already knew a lot about each other, so they could get away with not going over basic details about the other's life, but Y/n hadn't talked much about her family to anyone other than George in rants after phone calls with them, so if they thought that she was talking shit about them behind their backs (which she was, but they didn't need to know that) then they would descend like vultures.

She was disrupted from her thoughts when Lockwood stood up from the table seats they'd managed to get, his leg kicking at hers as he manoeuvred into the aisle, not sparing a second glance at Y/n. She frowned, about to call after him and ask where he was going, but when he disappeared out the doors and into the next carriage she decided that she didn't really care, and at least he wasn't brooding in her field of vision.

Y/n had barely been on her own for a minute when a family of five came into the carriage (they must have got on at the station they had recently stopped at), and with her being the only one sat on a table on her own and all the others taken, they made for her. She swallowed, for once wishing Lockwood was here to make her look less selfish, and sat up a little straighter in her seat.

"Excuse me, but would you mind moving? We've got three kids and need somewhere for us all to sit, and since there's only one of you..." The man trailed off, looking at Y/n pointedly, and while initially she had wanted to hold her ground she could feel herself shrinking under his gaze.

Where the fuck is Lockwood?!

He could talk his way out of this, she was sure. It was one of the few things she begrudgingly accepted was brilliant about him. It's not like Y/n didn't need the table; Lockwood's huge bag was sat on it and taking up most of the space, and her own backpack was on the seat next to her, but suddenly her breath was coming too quickly and her throat was closing up, and the man in front of her looked a little too similar to that one uncle-

"Is everything alright?" Lockwood's voice broke through the silence, and Y/n was annoyed to find herself reaching for him.

"Yeah, we just need this table, but this girl isn't moving."

"Sorry, my girlfriend's pretty tired at the moment, what with agents being in high demand right now. How about if we share? I think she needs a nap, poor thing, and we've got rather a lot of luggage between the two of us. I'll move over her side, shall I? Then you can take the other- yes, hello, little one." One of the couples' children had been tugging on Lockwood's hand, and Y/n could see the man's posture relax the more Lockwood talked, watching as her fake-boyfriend picked up the small child with ease and planted him on the train seat. The other two followed quickly, glad to not be on their feet any longer, and Lockwood came to sit next to Y/n, pulling his bag closer to them on the table and shoving her backpack onto the floor between everyone's legs. "See, you three all fit there perfectly don't you! You're only small," Lockwood was saying to the children, not yet noticing Y/n's shaky state. Their parents seemed to be content with the arrangement, taking their own seats across the aisle where they could watch their kids, and through the slight haze covering her eyes Y/n could see them visibly relax.

Once everybody was settled, Lockwood shuffled around in his seat trying to get comfortable, and when his elbow accidentally jabbed into Y/n's side he frowned at her.

"You alright?" he whispered, not wanting to draw the attention of their new companions. She took a moment to reply, not quite registering that Lockwood had actually said anything.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. I'm fine."

"Right... just- you didn't say anything when I elbowed you just then and I'm worried you might be having a stroke."

"I'm not having a stroke, you idiot," she said, glare appearing on her face. She had some much better names for him, but with three children under the age of ten in front of her, she figured she should stick to the more family-friendly ones. Lockwood smiled, bright and wide and far too blinding.

"That's better." Apparently he had forgotten about the mishap on the platform earlier, and his previous ignorance of her presence, because after that he launched into a whole spiel of what their plan would be.

"Actually," she interrupted, not caring that he looked annoyed, "I've had a lot of time to figure this out. I just need you to confirm or come up with something better on a few things and we should be fine."

"Alright then, what's your grand plan?"

"Well we already know most of the basic stuff about each other, what with living together for nearly three years, so that solves that problem. One thing I did think of was family, since neither of us have actually..." she trailed off, unsure where the two of them stood on that subject given what had happened earlier. Lockwood was only nodding, his brow furrowed.

"Come to think of it, you've never really mentioned your family much," he said.

Y/n shrugged. "I just don't... you know... I just don't..." she flailed her hands around in front of her for a few moments, trying to come up with the right words.

"I don't know," Lockwood replied coolly, "Should I?"

"I just thought I'd tell you about who's gonna be there today, which is my mum and dad, my four brothers, my sister, my Aunt Linda, and her daughter Stephanie. Oh, and my grandparents on my mother's side, but they'll probably be in bed by the time we get there."

"That's... a lot of people."

"Yeah. There'll be more for the party tomorrow, and then the day after will be the same group from today again, and we're leaving that day anyway."

"Okay... what about names?"

"My mum is called Emma, my dad is Ben, my brothers are Sam, John, William, and Tom from oldest to youngest, and then my sister is called Olivia. My Grandma is Jean and my Gramps is Richard."

"Right." Lockwood paused for a moment, reciting the names under his breath. "Anything else I should know?"

"Aunt Linda and Steph are gonna be the worst, since they always try and make life miserable for me. They're ridiculously rich and like making fun of my job- oh, yeah, barely anybody supports my life choices or my job as an agent, so just prepare for that. Uh, where was I? Oh yeah, Steph and Linda will try and find out anything that could be used against us, so I really hope you can act because otherwise they'll figure this whole thing out in seconds."

"Wait-"

"And my brother Will is the most supportive, 'cause he knows that there are options for work after my Talent fades and I'm not going to be out on the streets-"

"Y/n-"

"-and he, John and Sam all play rugby so try not to piss them off because they're twice your size and will snap you like a twig-"

"Y/n!"

"What?!"

"You need to slow down! Go back to the part about your family not supporting your job?"

"Oh, there's not much to it, really." She felt awkward now, his gaze far too sharp for her liking. If he knew the full extent of how much she didn't like her family, he would waste no time in using it to make fun of her and take the upper hand while he could, and she would be left to sink further into herself until she disappeared. "They just don't think I'll have many options, so they want me to think about my next steps."

"Okay..." Lockwood trailed off, getting distracted by something the children were talking about and being asked his opinion on starfish. He looked as though he was about to start conversing with her again, but the train pulled into the platform they needed, and Lockwood was all business getting the luggage out safely.

~~~

"Are you alright?"

Y/n jumped a little in the back of the taxi, not expecting Lockwood's voice so close to her ear. "Yeah, I'm fine, why?"

"You're very bouncy. If you're fine then could you not? You're jolting me."

Why had she thought he was trying to be nice? She should have known better by now that he wouldn't ever be that way with her, but it still stung.

Truthfully, she was on the verge of tears.

She wouldn't ever tell Lockwood that, of course, because how could he understand? He seemed to walk into any situation effortlessly, with endless optimism and charm that made life easy for him. Y/n was stuck panicking about seeing her family again, because if she couldn't even stand up to some random strangers on the train, how was she ever going to stand up to her family? No, she would just have to do her best to hide everything from Lockwood, to reduce the amount of blackmail material he would have against her.

~~~

The taxi pulled up outside the large cottage-style house, and Lockwood let out a low whistle.

"L/n, you never said your family was this fancy."

"They aren't. It was my Grandma's house, then she got dodgy knees and never moved out, and we moved in after selling up our old place to look after her and Gramps. We're about as fancy as your family, Lockwood, in that we too have multiple mortgages on this building to keep it."

"Anthony."

"What?" Y/n frowned, not sure what he was talking about.

"If we're going to pretend that we're dating, you probably shouldn't be calling me by my last name."

"Oh." She hadn't thought about that. The only reason she even knew his first name was because it was in large print on the sign outside the house, since it was generally accepted that he went by Lockwood and that was that.

"Or you could use some sort of nickname. I've got a few for you if you'd like to hear them." The grin on his face made Y/n think that she really didn't want to hear them, but he opened his mouth again anyway. "How about Sugarplum?" Y/n got out the car, slamming the door shut on him a little more harshly than she needed to. "Snookums? I think you look like a Snookums." The taxi driver was giving the two of them strange looks as he unloaded their bags, but Y/n ignored Lockwo- Anthony (she would have to get used to that) and handed over the money for the drive. "What about Sun Beam? Actually, you're too grumpy for that one. Oh, I know! My personal favourite," he paused for some sort of dramatic effect, being left behind on the driveway as Y/n stomped towards the front door. "Schmoopie."

Y/n stopped suddenly, turning to look back at her fake boyfriend with an incredulous look on her face. "Schmoopie?" He looked far too proud of himself as he picked up his bag and caught up with her, and she resisted the urge to hit him.

"Don't you like it, Schmoopie?"

"Call me that again and I'll be chucking your Source in the furnaces within the week." Lockwood (Anthony - she really needed to start calling him Anthony or she'd be saying 'Lockwood' to her family) Can't you just use my name? Or, you know, a more generic pet name?"

"Fine. You're very boring, I hope you know that."

"Sure. Just swear to me you'll never call me 'Schmoopie' again." She said the word with disgust, scrunching her nose up and fighting the urge to gag.

"Whatever you want, darling." That wasn't much better, but at least it was normal. Y/n raised her hand to knock, but before she could the door was being flung open, revealing a woman in a very festive jumper.

"You're here! She's here!"

~~~

Lockwood stood back slightly as the woman wrapped her arms around Y/n, squeezing so tightly he feared for his colleague's spine.

He braced himself for a similar treatment when she pulled back and spotted him, and the next thing he knew he was close to being suffocated as she brought him into a hug. Lockwood held his breath, his eyes wide and arms stuck out to the side as he tried to figure out what the hell he was meant to be doing. He hadn't been hugged like this since, well, since Jess. It took him a few seconds to work out that he needed to reciprocate the hug, but once he had, god. Why was he choking up? He could feel Y/n's eyes on him, so he shut his own and basked in the feeling of actually being held.

"You must be the boyfriend!" the woman said, pulling back and holding him by the forearms.

"Mum! Please don't terrify him!"

So this was Emma L/n, Y/n's mother.

"Yes, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs L/n." He flashed one of his winning smiles, and he could see her visibly relaxing.

"Oh Emma, please!" She looked back over her shoulder at Y/n, mouthing (incredibly non-subtly) 'He's handsome!'

"Mum!" Y/n hissed, starting to turn red.

"What's your name then young man!"

"Anthony Lockwood," he replied, and took particular pleasure in seeing Y/n squirm in the background.

"Well, you'd better come in. Do you need help with the bags?"

"Oh, no, I've got them," he assured her, shouldering his large bag and reaching for the suitcase handle that Y/n was currently holding onto. She didn't relent for a moment, and they had a silent argument for control of the suitcase until eventually with a small tug he won, stumbling ever so slightly from the effort.

"Everything alright?" Emma asked, frowning at the two of them.

"Yes, perfectly fine!" Lockwood called back, shooting a glare at Y/n. She reciprocated, clenching her jaw at his smug smile that came afterwards. He moved inside the house, Y/n following shortly behind and closing the door to keep the warmth in.

"Where should we put our bags?" Y/n asked her mother.

~~~

They had a problem.

A very large problem.

"Well I'm not sharing with you," Lockwood said, moving further into the room that Y/n's mother had shown them to.

"Good," she said, eyeing the double bed. "Just don't complain when your back gives in from sleeping on the floor for so long."

"What? No, I'm taking the bed."

"It's my family home, what gives you more reason to have the bed than me?"

"I'm your boss, and I pay your wages. If you want to keep being paid then I'm having the bed."

Y/n scoffed, shaking her head. "Arsehole," she muttered, going over to the windows and closing the curtains against the now-dark sky outside. The bed was definitely large enough for two people to share, but when those two people hated each others' guts and weren't actually dating, the bed was far too small.

"What was that?"

"Arsehole," she repeated loudly, making sure to look him dead in the eyes when she did so, then immediately turning and heading into the en-suite bathroom.

"What is your issue with me?" he said, following after her.

"You're taking the bed! It's my fucking house!"

"Let's not forget that without me, you would be in a lot more of a tricky situation! I think I deserve the bed for my efforts; it's not easy pretending to love you, you know!"

"Oh, like it's so easy to love you?! You are so horrible to me, all the time, and now I have to pretend to actually want to be with you?! I'd have been in a difficult situation anyway, the only difference is that in this one, I have a fake boyfriend. I could deal with the humiliation of not having anyone with me, but this?" she laughed bitterly. "This is near to being beyond me, Lockwood." Fuck, why was she tearing up? She closed the bathroom door firmly in Lockwood's face, ignoring the shocked expression on his face in the second before he disappeared from her view.

She pushed the lock, waiting for the click before turning and facing the sink, bracing her hands on the edge and heaving a few deep breaths. She hadn't realised how hard it would be to pretend that she was completely fine around her family while they picked and prodded and commented and made snide remarks, and having Lockwood around was only making it worse.

She couldn't even begin to imagine all the things he would use as ammunition in the future. He'd have a field day on this holiday, taking all of her family's words and turning them against her, becoming even worse than he had been before.

A knock sounded on the door, light and unsure, and Lockwood's voice followed afterwards. "...Y/n? I- I'm-" he sighed, and she could imagine him clenching his jaw and looking up at the ceiling as he tried to fight against the nice words he was clearly trying to say. "I have a shit sleep schedule anyway, and you go to sleep a lot faster than I do so it's better for me to sit in a chair when I can't get to sleep and you can lie down, so... yeah." Y/n was surprised at how kind he was, and was starting to wonder if he was having some sort of stroke. But then he started talking again and she knew that he was completely fine.

"If you could not take for fucking ever in the bathroom though that would be great, because I really need a piss."

~~~

"Ah, there you both are! You took your time putting your bags away!" Linda's gaze drifted to Y/n as she said that, eyes sharpening and making the back of Y/n's neck prickle.

"Oh, that's my fault, sorry," Lockwood started, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her in. Y/n stiffened, not used to being so close to him, and tried to force a smile onto her face. "I got carried away asking questions about the photos around the room, and I think I might have driven her slightly mad." He was smiling so widely and cheerfully that Y/n could practically feel everybody relaxing and warming up to him. It was frustrating, really, how they had known him for roughly ten seconds and already seemed to like him more than her. Her brothers were eyeing him up, trying to figure out whether they needed to take him outside or just give him a good talking to. Her sister Olivia was also eyeing Lockwood up, but in a very different way to their brothers that was making Y/n somewhat uncomfortable. It wasn't that they didn't get on and that was what was wrong, but they were sisters, and therefore they naturally disagreed on some things.

Apparently Lockwood's level of attractiveness was one of them.

"Oh, not to worry," her mother said, already loving having Lockwood here. "I made tea, if you'd like some? There's cake too, and far too much of it, so take as much as you want!"

"Tea would be lovely, Emma, thank you," Lockwood said, moving his arm away from Y/n's shoulders. She nearly jumped out of her skin in shock when she felt his hand land on her lower back instead, pushing her forward towards the empty loveseat that sat closest to the roaring fire. "Try not to look quite so horrified at this whole thing, darling," he whispered right into her ear, emphasising the pet name. "And maybe relax a little too, yeah?" He sat down on the chair, leaving very little room for Y/n to sit down herself without pressing up against him. She gave up trying to keep space between them when she ended up perching on the edge and gained strange looks from everyone else. Lockwood pulled her back towards him, grabbing her waist with both hands and tugging until she was right up against his chest, their thighs pressed together. He didn't let go, keeping his arms around her and nestling his head in the crook of her neck. She hadn't loosened up since walking in to the living room, and she was entirely sure that her spine was as stiff as one of the wooden floorboards under her feet. Her mother handed over two mugs of tea, placing them on the small side table next to their chair, then went to cut two slices of cake, starting with Lockwood's. He accepted his plate gratefully, smiling brightly up at her.

"How big of a slice, Y/n/n?"

"Uh... maybe-"

"Don't give her too big of a slice, she doesn't need that much," Stephanie interrupted, her tone sickly sweet. Y/n froze, and behind her she could feel Lockwood glancing between the two girls, trying to figure out what was happening. Her mother cut a decent sized slice, ignoring her niece's comment and handing the plate to Y/n.

"Did you make this, Emma?" Lock-Anthony (she might just give up trying to correct herself in a minute) asked.

"Oh, yeah, but you know, it's not my best."

"Well I think it's delicious, you'll have to share the recipe with me so I can have more of it back in London!"

"I'd be happy to! Do you bake then?"

"Oh, no, I'm awful. I'd burn the house down I'm sure. But our friend George is a magician in the kitchen."

"Remind me what you do for work again?" her father asked.

"Actually, maybe you could just... tell us. Since we know nothing about you!" Linda laughed. "We don't even know your name!"

"Anthony Lockwood," he said, yet another of his classic Lockwood smiles taking over his face. Y/n was starting to feel sick from the way Stephanie and Linda were watching them, and she put her fork down on her plate. "Y/n hasn't mentioned me much then?"

"No," Linda simpered. "I have to say, I was very surprised when I heard my sister say that Y/n had a boyfriend. I'm even more surprised that you actually exist!"

"I can't really blame her for not saying anything, I suppose. We're very busy a lot of the time and when we are free I'm often dragging her out on dates and the like, so if you haven't heard from her then that's entirely my fault." God, how was he such a good liar? Everybody believed him right away, but if she tried to get away with something like that they'd be asking so many questions she would give up and tell the truth.

"And... what is it you do for work?" her father asked again, desperate for the answer.

"I'm an agent."

"Fittes or Rotwell?"

"Uh... no, I-"

"Bunchurch then? Or maybe Grimble?"

"Actually," Lockwood glanced at Y/n, and she nodded slightly, bracing herself for her family's reaction. "I run my own agency. George, who I mentioned earlier, is our researcher, Lucy is our Listener, Holly our secretary, and then of course there's Y/n. Best Touch in England." He squeezed her slightly, and when she looked back at him he was smiling up at her so adoringly that she wondered how she ever hated him.

Then he jabbed her side, making her wobble and nearly spill the tea that she'd just picked up, and she remembered that he was a dick.

"Your... own... agency?"

"Yes." Lockwood didn't seem perturbed, which was lucky, because Y/n was feeling increasingly more unsettled with every second that passed. "We're based in London in my family home, but we take clients from all around England."

"Right... so that makes you Y/n's... boss?"

"I know it's not... the usual, but there is nothing that says we cannot be in a relationship. Believe me, I've checked. I don't think there is anything that could have been done to stop me from falling for your daughter, sir, despite her own best efforts, and I like to think that I keep my role as her boss completely separate from my role as her boyfriend."

Y/n stared at him in mild shock, not quite believing how sincere he sounded, and Lockwood was refusing to look at her.

Uneasy glances were exchanged by nearly all of Y/n's gathered family members, the only exceptions being Will, who had always supported Y/n, and Olivia, who was too busy checking Lockwood out. Y/n put her plate of cake down, having spent the last few minutes picking at it and barely eating any, and ignored the look that Lockwood gave her. She wasn't feeling hungry at all now that she was surrounded by everyone, and Stephanie was watching every move she made with terrifying intensity. No doubt there would be some fresh insults this year, and Y/n couldn't wait to be back home again.

Home.

Since when had she considered Lockwood's house her home?

"You alright?" Lockwood whispered in her ear. He kept asking her that, and it was freaking her out a little.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She stood up, gently detaching herself from Lockwood's grip and putting her mug of tea on the side table, half drunk. "Just need the loo, be back in a bit." She tried smiling at everyone, but the water gathering in her eyes made it difficult to pretend that she was actually fine, and she left the room finding it hard to breathe. Y/n headed up the stairs and into the bathroom attached to the room that she and Lockwood were staying in, and for the second time that day braced herself on the sink as she tried to regain control of her body. "Fuck," she muttered. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." She splashed some cold water on her face, holding it against her skin in the hopes that it would shock her back into being alright again, then turned off the tap and sat on the floor, her back to the sink and her legs stretched out in front.

Only two more days to go, and then she could go back to her normal life.

Two more days of this, and she was free, and could eat as much cake as she wanted, because George and Lucy would be stuffing their faces too.

She just had to fake it until then.

part 3

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Some Angst with a capital A because I’m simply in the mood for it :( Simon Ghost Riley x Fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of death, pregnancy, some arguing, description of body after death, probably more but idk..tread carefully please, sad fic under the cut!!!

Simon never wanted or intended to bring Ghost and his harsh demeanor home to you when he returned from his deployments. He liked to keep his work life seperate from his home life, from you and the lovely relationship you built together. Sometimes it happened though, and unfortunately for you it was just part of dating a weathered and traumatized military man, sometimes he had terrible days and all you could do was try your best to help the situation.

It seemed tonight you were useless in trying to coax him from his fit of blackout drunken rage, throwing your hands in the air as you argued about something you don’t remember. It was something small that had quickly escalated into you crying and Simon-Ghost, throwing your living room decor across the room while you cowered against the wall.

“You’re always fuckin’ crying..always complainin’ about shit that has nothin’ to do with me! Your life is made so easy by me, you have no fuckin’ idea what I go through for you and yet you’re still always bitching!” He practically screamed, ripping your shared lamp out of the wall and throwing it with force across the room towards you, too close for comfort as it broke against the wall next to you.

You flinched, hands shaky as you tried to stand your ground, yelling back much quieter than his booming voice did. “It’s not easy dealing with you, Simon! Please, just fucking calm down, you’re scaring me! You’re acting crazy!” You sobbed, wiping your tears as you finally gained the courage to look up at him. You didn’t like the sight before you at all. His eyes were blown wide, eyebrows pinched in an angry frown as his chest heaved with every breath he took.

“I’m acting crazy?! You-….” He laughed bitterly, sitting down on the couch and lighting a cigarette to try and destress himself, knee bouncing as he flung his lighter across the coffee table carelessly, taking a long drag and murmuring, “If that’s how you feel, then get the fuck out of my house..I’m hard to deal with, she says…well, then get out. I paid for everything in here, down to the clothes on your fuckin’ back, you’d be nothing without me, you know that? Just fuckin’ leave, I don’t want you here anyways.”

You inhaled sharply, sobbing uncontrollably at his cold words, chest stinging as you turned and made your way to the bedroom. You quickly packed a bag, mind racing a million miles a minute as you picked up your phone with shaky hands and tried to think of someone to call. You didn’t really have anyone there for you, anyone in your life like Simon was. But this wasn’t Simon tonight, it was someone else and you knew if you stayed then it would only get worse.

You stayed in your shared bedroom for some time, mind reeling as you tried to call a few family members with no answer. Your mind was trying to form a plan for the night when Ghost walked in, bloodshot eyes glaring down at you like you were nothing. You quickly stood up, grabbing your bag and gnawing nervously at your lip as his eyes bore into you.

“Thought I told you to get out..” He spoke as he stepped closer, his tone eerily calm as you clutched your duffel bag. He grabbed your arm, pulling you gently but firmly towards the hallway and out towards the front door. You had no choice but to follow him, trying to plead with him as he pushed you towards the door.

“Simon, please..I have nowhere else to go! I-I’ll sleep on the couch, please…just don’t make me leave…” You whispered up at him, lip wobbly as the tears began to fall down your cheeks again. He simply shook his head at you, fists balled tight as his orders were disobeyed. It took everything in him not to shout at you, something about you acting scared and helpless triggered him, fueling his drunken episode even more. He wasn’t in his right mind, only thinking of himself when he grabbed your bag from you, throwing it behind him somewhere in the hallway.

“Get. Out. You arent takin’ shit that I paid for. Now go, I won’t repeat myself…” He looked right through you, leaning forward to open the front door as he grabbed your arm and shoved you out into the cold winter air. You were writhing against him, crying hard as you tried to push your way back in, yelling shakily. “S-Simon, I’m sorry! Please! I’m pregnant, don’t do this!” You cried desperately, trying to cling to him when he flung you off his arm, making you stumble back and land on your ass on the porch. The snow began to seep into your pants and you shivered as you scrambled to stand up.

“How fuckin’ dare you, I cannot believe you’d lie just for a place to lay your head…you make me sick, I fuckin’ hate comin’ home to you and all your bullshit, I’ve done it for the last time. Find someone else to coddle you, I’m done.” He spoke, way too calmly as he slammed the door in your face, locking the deadbolt. You were panicking now, your small hands banging on the front door as you sobbed.

So much time went by that you weren’t sure if Simon had fallen asleep or if he just didn’t care at all about you anymore. You shivered hard as you wrapped your arms around your body, looking around the porch and outside helplessly. There was nowhere to go, no one to help you. You thought of calling 911 before realizing you left your phone on the dresser, and then you thought of just bundling up and trying to tough it out before you realized Simon took your belongings from you.

You were too cold to cry anymore, sniffling numbly as you began to walk down the street in the snow, shivering and trembling as you tried to think of a solution. You had your house slippers on, but no coat and no extra clothes with you. You truly didn’t know what to do, you were out of options so you knocked on a few of your neighbors doors. None of them answered, probably due to the fact that it was so late at night.

You had never felt so helpless, turning down an alley and sitting down between two dumpsters to try and hide from the wind as you hugged yourself tightly. You couldn’t help but think of your baby, how you were so excited and just waiting for the right time to tell him when he came home from his tour. Now look at you. You were fully alone for the first time in your life since meeting Simon. You were scared out of your mind as the feeling of dread and hopelessness began to seep into your bones, along with the bitter cold of the negative temperature outside. You squeezed your eyes shut tightly, praying to God for someone to save you. No one came.

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Simon had downed an entire fifth by himself that night after you left, wanting to forget every thought that came into his mind. He was still drunk when he heard a knock at the front door the next morning, sitting up and groggily shuffling towards the noise. He ran a hand down the front of his face, unable to remember the exact events that took place before he picked up the bottle.

“Can I help you?” He grumbled quietly, looking down at the two officers as he tried to mask his anxiety. His face softened as he noticed one of the officers holding your wallet, your Hello Kitty charm dangling off the zipper clear as day. He instinctively reached for it before pulling his hand back, mumbling softly. “Wh…what’s this..?” He frowned, shaking his head and letting his eyes fall back upon the officers.

“We’re looking for a “Simon Riley”, that you..? This was her home address, says here you’re her husband..” He spoke evenly, pursing his lips and pointing to your ID and a small paper with your emergency contact on it, of course it was Simon. His heart dropped as his brain began to piece together the events of last night, the words of the officer instantly sobering him up.

“It was? Was? What do you mean was? Is she alright?” He couldn’t hide his anxiety this time, hands fumbling as he began to reach for your wallet again, shaking his head. The officer placed a hand on Simon’s shoulder, guiding him back inside as he sighed quietly. “Let’s sit down, this may be some difficult news for you, sir...”

Simon’s whole world came crashing down when he heard the words that came out of the officers mouth next. His mind was a blur, unable to process anything as his ears began to ring. You were gone. Because of him. The officer continued to explain the situation, saying that you were found by a homeless man in an alleyway, blue and cold in the early hours of the morning. He had alerted the local diner once they opened of his discovery. Upon the police’s arrival and investigation, you were unresponsive, frozen, no pulse. You were pronounced dead on the scene.

Simon shook his head in disbelief, frowning at the officers and holding your wallet tightly as he looked down at your gorgeous ID picture smiling up at him, taunting him. “No, no, what do you mean?…this isn’t real, this can’t be real… I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it, I’m so sorry…” He stood up, running his fingers through his hair as a harsh sob broke through his body. “I-I don’t know what I was thinking, oh god! I-I told her to get out, oh no, I knew she had nowhere to go…” He fell to his knees, still gripping your wallet tightly as he wailed in anguish. All of the terrible things Simon had ever endured throughout his life had no equivalent to the pain he was currently feeling from your loss.

The officers shuffled awkwardly in the living room, sighing and waiting patiently as they were unsure how to comfort him. He was inconsolable for a solid 10 minutes before he stood up on his feet, tucking your wallet safely in his pocket and wiping his face. “Can-can I see her? Please, one last time…” He whispered shakily, staring at the two officers. They nodded, telling him he had to come to the station and answer some questions anyways.

The three of them piled into the police car, Simon sitting in the back as his mind drowned in guilt. He was plagued with the knowledge that this was entirely his doing, he was a fucking murderer. A real murderer, and not just for his country anymore. His wife was dead because of his own disgusting actions. He felt sick, he hated that he could barely remember what happened that last night, he was so stupidly drunk. He sat up, hunching over the seat as he emptied the contents of his stomach on the floor of the car, much to the officers dismay.

Simon couldn’t get to you fast enough when they reached the morgue, hands trembling and body mourning as they led him to the basement, to your body. The mortician walked him to a stretcher near the corner of the room, slowly unzipping the body bag to reveal your pale skin, still curled up in the position they found you in. Simons chest felt like it was going to explode when he finally laid his eyes upon you, exhaling sharply as tears began to pool in his eyes.

“W-why is she…curled up like that..? My princess, oh honey, I’m so sorry…” He mumbled, delicately stroking your cheek as he began to break down and cry. “Thaw Mortis,” The mortician explained carefully to Simon. “When the body freezes to death, the muscles are frozen in the position the body was in…” He continued to speak but Simon didn’t hear a word, too encapsulated by your stark beauty, even in the state you were in now.

Your lips and nose were purple, skin a light blue color and you were unnaturally cold and stiff against the contrast of Simon’s warm hand against your face. “Baby? Please…come back to me…I’m so sorry, angel…so fuckin’ sorry…” He whispered frantically, rubbing softly at your cheeks as he waited for a miracle, for your eyes to open so this nightmare could end. He waited for what seemed like an eternity, the mortician and officers waiting in the background while he mourned over you.

He waited for anything, for you to say something, for you to tell him you hated him, for you to push him away as his tears fell over your face, but nothing happened. This wasn’t your body anymore, it was just a shell. Simon had destroyed anything you ever were, all of your life and energy was gone, drained, you were empty. For the first time in his entire life, Simon was lost. He truly didn’t know what to do, so he did the only thing he could think of. He pressed his lips against yours, gasping at the feeling of your usually warm, inviting lips being so cold and stiff.

The officers gently tried to pull him away as he ran his fingers delicately through your tangled hair, placing a chair under him as they sat him down. “Now..” the mortician began, “You may be overwhelmed with the news I have, I’m not sure if you were aware but, your wife..when she passed, she was with child. My autopsy reveals she was around 12 weeks when she passed. I’m sorry.” He nodded curtly, placing his hands behind his back and looking away uncomfortably.

Simon couldn’t describe the rush of emotions he felt at the mention of a baby inside of you, and he suddenly remembered you telling him you were pregnant last night in a desperate attempt to save yourself. The guilt coursing through his veins made his heart ache heavily, tears streaming down his cheeks as he gently pet your hair. “My baby, oh my god, how could I have done this to you? M’so sorry, my sweet girl, m’s-so sorry..” He buried his face in your hair, inhaling softly and hoping to find the remnants of your shampoo, but you didn’t smell like you anymore. Nothing was the same because you weren’t you anymore. You were gone. And so was his baby, any possibility or idea of a happy family with his beloved wife was banished.

Simon was so anguished and broken after your passing, drinking himself into a stupor for days on end to try and ease the feelings of sadness, depression, guilt, and disgust he felt. All he could see was your cold face, your body being lowered into the ground at your funeral. Your family was absent, reminding him that all you really had was Simon, and he had failed you miserably. He didn’t eat much, didn’t shower, barely slept unless he forced himself to pass out. He didn’t show up for his next deployment, his upcoming service completely forgotten about which brought on his captain John Price coming to pay him a personal visit, concerned for his Lieutenant after learning that you passed. When he arrived at the documented address, he was met with no answer to his knocking.

John didn’t want all his effort to be for nothing, he just couldn’t leave empty handed so he used his lock picking skills to get the door open, calling out Simon’s name gruffly into the dim home. It reeked of grief, stale air and liquor but he pushed through the front door anyways, slowly walking through the hallway as he began to search the rooms. He observed the messy home, the lamp that was still smashed in the living room, the empty bottles littered throughout the home and all your belongings that were still laying about on random surfaces, untouched by Simon who was convinced you were coming back.

He nearly threw up as he pushed open the door to what was once a shared bedroom, the stench of Simon’s body hitting his nose as he covered his mouth. The sight before him was sickening, terrifying even as he moved closer and pressed two fingers against his neck, checking his pulse. Simon was dead, and must have been for days with the way his body was decomposing on the bed.

Simon Riley had died from Broken Heart Syndrome a mere six days after losing you, drowned in his own grief and sickness in bed, curled up and cold as he clutched your hello kitty wallet in his hands.

#celinesthoughts #cod mw2 #ghost mw2 #mw2 #call of duty mw2 #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #cod modern warfare #cod x reader #ghost cod

[lizzieislife94x]

Did That Happen (e.o)

Lizzie x G!P reader 

Y/ns POV:

"You fucking stupid piece of shit" I yell as I kick my car there's no way I just broke down at 1am in the middle of no where I don't know my way around LA I've only been here for a week visiting family I let out a sigh and lean against the car to get my phone to call for help "no no no no fuckkk" I yell a little to loud fuck I hope no one heard me I don't wanna disturb anyone I throw my phone into the car of course it died as I went to call for help I sink back down against my car and put my face in my hands as I hear someone approach and look around to see a woman towering over me "Oh my gosh are you ok honey what's wrong" her voice is so soothing and familiar I quickly stand up to get a proper look and freeze on the spot "you um you're..fuck you're Elizabeth olsen " I stutter mentally slapping myself what a great first impression y/n geez I see her smile as a giggle leaves her lips fuck she's so beautiful and her laugh is perfect "please call me lizzie, so whats wrong I heard you yelling and thought you might be in trouble"

I play with my fingers as she looks into my eyes her gaze making me feel so shy "well this piece of junk broke down, I don't know this area all that well I'm here visiting family and just as I went to call for help my phone died" I say a little quick and stressed as I run my fingers through my hair I feel her gently rub my arm "well do you want to come inside I can make you some hot chocolate or something and maybe charge your phone up a little" I smile and look at her "oh my god really that would be amazing if I get some charge I can call and wake my cousin to come pick me up" I lean into the car and grab my phone "ok follow me by the way what's your name " she says walking away as I follow her "I'm y/n, y/n l/n" I smile as we walk into her house "well y/n please make yourself comfortable ill get some hot chocolate made" I look around in utter shock this place is huge and beautiful I just nod unable to form words I walk to couch and sit waiting for lizzie after a few minutes she walks in with 2 mugs in hand and hands me one "oh my gosh thank you so much Elizabeth " I say as I take the mug from her smiling "y/n I told you it's lizzie, Elizabeth makes me feel old" I giggle and take a sip of my hot chocolate and let out a moan "mhhh this is so good" she smirks looking at me as I instantly turn red as it hit me I just moaned infront of her "that was such a pretty sound y/n makes me wanna hear more" I try to find words as she gets closer and takes the mug from my hand placing it on the table then straddles my waist as I pray my little friend doesn't wake up but it fails as she sits ontop of me and places kisses onto my neck I feel my member growing as lizzie looks at me shocked "do you have a dick"

I look everywhere bar her as she grips my jaw making me look at her "answer me y/n" I moan and she smirks "yes I um yeah I do" she bites her lip as she leans in to whisper into my ear "well are you going to fuck me" I hold her waist and nod as she stands up and starts to strip her clothes away I can't help but stare in awe fuck she's gorgeous I quickly stand up and strip down to my boxers as lizzie eyes my hard member biting her lip "fuck you look huge" I blush and push her into the couch as I slip her panties off and lean down to take her nipples into my mouth sucking as she let's out a moan I feel her push my boxers down and giggle against her nipple as I help her push them off I make quick work of kissing down her body and pushing her legs open a little more groaning at the sight of her wet pussy, fuck she's so wet and for me I take her swollen clit into my mouth and suck like it's my last meal "uhhhh fuck y/n" she moans as I move my tounge down to tease her entrance I quickly slide it in and explore her pussy as she gasps and moans above me I slide my tounge out and smirk looking at her as she looks at me desperately "wh..why did you stop I was so close" she pants I lean down and kiss her as I rub my tip against her soaking core earning a moan I break the kiss and look at her panting a little "is this OK are you ok with this" she nods "yes I give you full consent" she almost begs and with that I slowly sink into her tight cunt "mmmh fuck lizzie so tight and warm" I slowly thrust watching my dick slide in and out of her "yesss y/n just like that don't stop fuck" I bring her leg over my shoulder allowing me to get deeper as I start to thrust harder and faster "uhhh fuck" I groan as she grips onto the couch cushion her knuckles turning white I can't help but look at her amazing tits bouncing with each thrust only making me thrust faster I feel her cunt gripping my cock letting me know she's close as I feel my own orgasm approaching "fuck cum for me lizzie" I moan out as she starts to cream all over my dick making me moan I hold my cum back and slide out of her and cum all over her stomach as I look down panting sweat covering both of us "wow just wow " she pants with a giggle.

"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP" I jump as my alarm blasts and look around confused why am I in my own bed I look under the covers and put my hand into my shorts "nope definitely not a dick but why am I so wet" I whisper to myself did that just happen no it was a fucking dream it felt so real why did I dream I had a dick I lay back extremely confused trying to figure the dream out it was so weird but damn it was a great dream.

AN: hope this makes sense I don't know what it is the idea came to me I thought I'd run with it all feedback welcome good or bad word count close to 1.2k

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[veeisdunn]

Distractions

This is a sequel to You and me

Arthur Shelby x sister!reader

warning: description of self-harm scars

WC: 2.4K

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You were having a crisis. It had been around two weeks since your attempt and you had done so well, but then you nearly fucked it up. You felt like you were stuck in a cruel conundrum. If you spoke to a family member, they would probably end up hiding all sharp objects which would certainly make them resent you even more than they already did. Alternatively, if you didn’t, they would be immensely disappointed to inevitably discover that you’d broken your promise in a little under twenty days.

Deep down, you knew the right thing to do. You desperately craved the comfort of your twin, Finn, but he was fuck knows where doing fuck knows what.

Maybe he doesn’t want to be around me.

Deep down, you knew this was a stupid assumption, but your irrational side was screaming at you: You are dragging him down.

“It’s you and me, Y/N.” Did he still mean it? After all these years?

Fuck, I need help I need help.

You pulled your aching body off your groaning bed, your bones clicking after being curled in an unnatural position for the best part of a day. You resolved to sweep the house, if no one was there to help her, you'd give in and relapse. But, if someone was there, you'd keep her promise to Tommy.

You secretly wished Ada still lived with you and didn’t run off to London. Your elder sister offered her vital comfort on the phone after Polly told her what had transpired. 

“I need you, Y/N. I can’t deal with all these Shelby men without my Shelby girl.” 

You could ring Ada, but she didn’t want to disrupt Karl’s day by upsetting his mum, or god forbid cause Ada to put her life on hold and visit.

Your fragile frame trudged down the creaky wooden stairs, the home where you grew up. You once chased your brothers up these stairs as a child - before the world went to shit; but now they’ve all moved out, even Polly had a house. It left just you and Finn, along with any visiting family member or friend. The house was so dead and empty. Selfishly you missed when the whole family was under one roof - before the war. 

You snapped yourself out of your reminiscing, now was no time for fantasies. 

“Y/N?” A gruff voice called out from the living room - Arthur - shit. 

As much as you idolised your eldest brother, you never had any deep, emotional talks due to your wide age gap (twenty-one years, to be precise) along with your fear surrounding Arthur’s addiction and his anger. Things only got worse whenever he and his wife fought. That’s probably why he was there.

“Y/N, love?” He repeated. 

You cautiously shuffled towards the oak door of the living room and shoved it open. Immediately, you were hit with a wall of warmth and the stench of cigarette smoke.

“I’ve been waiting on ya. Thought you’d lock yourself up there forever.” Arthur sighed, putting his cigarette out and discarding it in the glass ashtray on the table. He glanced up at you and saw the all too familiar feelings of despair and sadness flooding your face. The pain radiated off you. It crushed him to see that you were feeling the same anguish he once felt. Despite his eyes on you, you remained still.

Arthur shifted over and gestured to the sofa next to him, a pleading look in his eyes. You hesitated, but then caved and sunk down next to him. His aura engulfed you like a blanket.

“What’s going on little’un?” he questioned, attempting to expel the gruff undertone from his voice

“Nothing. I - I just wanted to say hi.” you mumbled in response, evidently lying.

Arthur didn’t respond. He instead gave you a look, as if to say “bullshit.”

“I just…” Your voice broke “I don’t want to be alone right now.” You sniffled, not looking him in the eyes, instead focusing on your knees.

He sighed. He desperately wanted to help you, he empathised, but it was sometimes hard to force the words out. What would Tommy do? What would Polly do? What would Ada do?

“Then, let’s stay here together.” he half-smiled, you only hummed in response. 

“Can you - can we talk about this?” Arthur stammered, immediately regretting his word choice. “I mean - do you want to talk about it?” 

You didn’t respond, you stayed still. Your rational brain was telling you to spill everything, vomit your thoughts up. However, your darker side wanted your thoughts to stay locked alone.

Your fear was palpable. You wanted Finn. You and Arthur had never spoken about this. When he found out about your attempt, he broke into a fit of rage, leaving a trail of destruction - smashed glass, dented furniture - behind him. To his credit, he did try to apologise to you, but you remained silent throughout the ordeal.

"Sister." Arthur choked "I'm sorry for scaring you. I was just in my rage, you know? But… but not at you! just myself." 

You glanced up at him, tears silently falling down his cheeks. You had no words left in you, so you did the only thing you could: held him. It was ironic because really you were the one who needed comforting right now, but you knew Arthur was in just as deep shit as yourself.

"I - I just feel…" your voice whispered out to him "I feel like a failure." 

Immediately, the older man's bloodshot eyes widened. Had she - ?

"What did you do? It’s ok." He sure didn’t sound like it was ok.

"I swear, nothing, yet."

"Can I have a look?" 

Arthur hadn't actually seen but your self-inflicted injuries were described to him in vivid detail by a very traumatised Finn. Despite this, nothing could have prepared him for what he was about witness, physical evidence making the gravity of your situation more real.

You were far too embarrassed to reveal your handiwork to him, so you instead rested your wrist on his leg to let him discover them.

"my jumper" he smiled, "but it smells too clean."

You chuckled through your pouring tears.

Cautiously, he lifted up the cuff. It revealed a few large, burning scabs, still outlined by a deep crimson. It also revealed the start of Tommy's row of stitches. The cut couldn't be as long as they said, right?

Arthur looked up at you for some kind of reassurance, but your eyes were locked on your arm. He leaned in closer to your shaking body and continued. 

The black channel of parallel lines seemed to never end. He continued to slide up your sleeve, nearing your elbow. Anyone could tell how bad the cut was by the deep channel forming between the two sides. It almost looked like a stab wound, but way too large. As the sleeve bunched up and rested on your elbow, the forming scar ended.

"shit." Arthur mumbled in disbelief "can I check the other?" 

The process on your right wrist was considerably faster. Much to Arthur's relief, it was still populated by the old scarring he'd been warned of. Horizontal, raised bumps ran across your arm. In a messed up way, it reminded him of trenches on the battlefield.

"D'ya promise there ain't no others?" he spoke in a low, soothing voice. You nodded your head rapidly. "I'll get Finn or Polly to check fully later, ok?" 

"thank- thank you" your voice shook

"So, why're we feeling like a failure, ay?"

"Because, I - I just can't be strong. I'm meant to be strong." you cried 

"says who?" Arthur countered

"I - just everything. You are all strong, and I can't do it." 

"You think I'm strong? I can assure you I'm no different to you, same with Tom."

You looked up, shocked at his forwardness.

"This," Arthur picked up your stitched wrist and held it tendering in his cracked hand "this is just a physical sign of the pain you feel. We all feel pain. We all do stupid shit because of it, there ain't nothing to be ashamed of in this family." 

You let a small smile tease the edge of your lips. Your were scared Arthur hated you for it, but he clearly cared way more than you'd realised.

"There's that smile, ay?" Arthur cooed, your eyes locking.

"I thought you hated me." you sobbed, confused.

He was taken aback to hear those words coming from your mouth. He and Polly raised you and Finn. He could have sworn you were a little child last year, but now you was all grown up and in a lot of pain. 

"yeah? says who? don't listen to those voices, listen to me, ok?" He gripped your shoulders with his hands and pulled you in so your faces were nearly touching. "I love you, I love you so much" 

His tender words made you lose it. You were surprised that you even had tears left, resting your forehead against his shoulder. Arthur wrapped his arms tightly around you and patted your back rhythmically, humming something incoherent. 

"I'm sorry I made you mad with yourself, Arthur. I swear none of this is your fault." You gazed back up at her older brother, guilt clouding your vision. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you when we spoke before, you must have felt bad." 

He didn't respond, just shushed you and kept a reassuring hand on your back. They remained in that position until your cries subsided and Arthur had composed himself. 

He let out a strained cough to clear his throat of tears and tobacco. "What are we going to do ay? Gotta keep your big mind occupied." 

You knew what you desperately wanted: Finn. But you hated to admit that to Arthur. Finn needed a break. You didn't want Arthur to think you didn't want him. 

"Can we go on a walk?" You asked, yearning for fresh air and a change of scenery

He slapped his knees and stood up slowing. "I probably need the exercise anyway for the ole lungs" 

You laughed again. 

Arthur trudged to the door, throwing on his trench coat and cap. You shuffled behind him and wrapped your coat around your body, enjoying its warmth and softness - one of Ada's posh hand downs. 

Outside, the frigid evening air enveloped Watery Lane, however the setting sun cut through the fog leaving an amber haze.

“Where’re we off to then, Y/N?”

You hummed in thought, “The Cut? It should be quiet.”

And you were off, your elbows interlinked. Arthur rambled about nearly anything he could think of - mostly Linda. You enjoyed hearing your troubled brother talk about his future - how he want a baby and a quaint house in the country. 

“And I want you there playing in the grass with little Arthur junior!”

“And what if it’s a girl?”

“Little Linda! I dunno!”

He told you stories of you and Finn as small children. How Arthur would bounce Finn on his shoulders or chase you around the house in circles, much to the dismay of literally everyone else (Polly). You spoke about how during the war, if there was a problem, you and Finn would play “What would Arthur/Tommy/John do?” (depending on the day) where you would pretend to be your older brothers; going so far as to wear their clothes. 

For a minute, you forgot why you were in all of this mess to begin with. Life was so simple. As the two of you walked along the cut, you gazed at your reflection in the murky water. You were so much older now, there was so much more at stake. 

“Gotten quiet now? What are you thinking?” Arthur stopped and turned to face you. 

“I wish we could all go back.” You sighed longingly, looking up into your brother’s face. In all your memories, he’s a twenty-something year old playing father to you and Finn - now he was in his forties. 

After that revelation and some tears (from both of you), you somehow ended up at the Garrison. Typical Shelbys. After ordering a drink each from the flustered barmaid, you slipped into the snug where Finn and Isiah were deep in a drunken game of cards. After your entrance, Finn perked up, his cap nearly falling from his head.

“My favourite Shelbys!” Finn slurred, stumbling to embrace you both.

“I’d be careful where you say that mate!” Isiah laughed, clumsily slamming his cards onto the table and taking a swig of a beer.

Arthur thoroughly enjoyed the sight of Finn drunk off his head “and how many deep are we, ay?” he chuckled, settling down on the bench.

“How many what?” Finn frowned, dragging you to his side of the table.

“Drinks, Finn, drinks.” You joined Arthur in his amusement 

“Ooooh! I dunno.” He shrugged over dramatically in response, wrapping his arm around you. “What I do know is that I’m winning now with my new teammate.”

“I am NOT helping you gamble, Finn.”

The night eventually wound down and concluded with you helping Finn stumble home, him slurring incoherent nonsense about some girl he fancied. You found it funny how he was technically your younger brother (by a few minutes) yet he was the drunk one. 

You dragged Finn over the threshold of your home, the second you let go of him to lock the door he collapsed unceremoniously onto the stairs with a thud. You yanked his shoes off and practically dragged him into the living room, relighting the fire Arthur had started earlier knowing Finn wouldn’t make it up the stairs in this state.

You'd barely turned your back before Finn was fast asleep, curled up like a child on the sofa. You settled down on the floor next to him and gazed into the popping fire. Within minutes, the radiant warmth sent you into a slumber.

Tommy came by the next morning and let himself in. His heart swelled at the sight of his two youngest siblings sleeping peacefully in the living room. Finn had gradually made his way onto the floor and was lying down next to you, your hands intertwined.

He considered waking you both up but instead resorted to spreading a blanket over you, taking the time to admire the calm atmosphere.  As long as they have each other, he thought, they will be alright.

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Vee x

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#peaky blinders #peaky fucking blinders #thomas shelby #tommy shelby #shelby #finn shelby #angst #hurt #comfort #shelby sister #peaky fookin blinders #cillian murphy #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine #imagines #peaky blinder imagines #shelby sis #tw self harm #peaky blinders x sister!reader

[trashmouth-milkshake]

Can I pls have Rhea Ripley x Fem reader x Dominik Mysterio where they are hanging out at dom's house and the power goes out (for the whole night) and it leads to them confessing their feelings for each other and some fluffy smut? Also glad you enjoyed your request from me! 🥺

Confession In The Dark - Rhea Ripley x Fem! Reader x Dominik Mysterio

Summary: The power goes out for a long time during your hanging at Dominik's house and this whole situation leads you guys to confess your feelings for each other.

Warnings: fluff, mention of smut and burping.

A/N: Hi, dear! Of course! I don't have much knowledge about fluffy smut, but I tried to include only the mention and no kinks because I read in your guidelines you don't write any kink and I though you would be uncomfortable. Hope this is fine, if not, do not hesitate to let me know. Also, sorry I'm late, but I had a writer block.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Rey, Angie and Aalyah were out for a family dinner without that 'pain in the ass' of Dominik.

"That's so rude of them!" You thought once he told you on the phone as he called you and Rhea over to have some beer and watch a movie together.

You and Rhea have lived in the same apartment for three years now and you both agreed to enjoy Dom as you though he could be hurt from being called a pain in the ass by his parents and sister earlier.

Rhea drove at Dom's place. He welcomed you inside before to welcome you in his blanket and pillows fort. "Isn't that a little... childish?" Rhea raised an eyebrow at the amount of blankets and pillows held up by the chairs of the dining table.

You punched her arm with your elbow. "Be nice!" Rhea let out an ouch, rubbing the spot you punched. "Okay, okay."

Dominik pulled out three beers from the fridge and the pizza he ordered earlier and that was delivered before you and Rhea arrived.

You spent the first hour chilling in the fort, eating pizza and drink iced beer. Suddenly Rhea burped so loud like her soul left her body or the devil coming out of her.

"Rhea, wtf?!" You said as you covered your nose as it stinked. It smelled like the salami on the pizza she ate before chugging her beer. Dominik laughed, slapping his hand on his knee, almost dying due his own laughing.

"Oh my God, she had fucking demons inside!" He was losing his breathe until a thunder could be heard from outside and the three of you guys were wrapped in darkness. For your luck, Dominik had a wireless light in the fort.

"Fuck- That was a loud one." Rhea cursed. "Just know I'm too afraid to go and fix it." Dominik shaked his head.

"Fuck you, Dom." Rhea crossed her arms to her chest. "Well, I feel like this is kinda... Romantic, don't you think?" You tried to make it sound less worst than it was before Rhea and Dominik could get into a fight.

"Speaking of fuck-" Rhea shutted his mouth, covering it with her palm before he could finish his inappropriate sentence and ruin the surprise, making you uncomfortable. "We both actually have something to confess to you, Y/n."

You gasped. "What a coincidence. I have a confession as well." You admited.

Their eyes widened. "You do?" You nodded to confirm, before starting with your confession first.

"These days we spent together, I figured out I developed some kinda of feelings for you guys." You face heated up after you spoke.

"Y/n..." Rhea started, uncovering Dom's mouth. "We hope we don't ruin this moment, but..." He continued. "We figured out we have feelings for you, too."

Once you guys were all done with your confession, your eyes locked, an awkward exchange of romantic look made your faces heat up even more.

"This is kinda awkward..." Dom broke that little silence. "But do you think we could already take our relationship to the next level?"

You smiled, giving them a nod to consent.

You won't easily forget the face of the other members of the Mysterio family when they came back home earlier than you guys though and the fort was already filled with your guys' moans and whimpering.

#wwe #wwe x reader #wwe x fem! reader #dominik mysterio #rhea ripley #dominik mysterio x reader #dominik mysterio x fem! reader #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley x fem! reader

[teyamloving12]

Stealing Mama Away

Pairing: Neteyam x Reader

Synopsis: Neteyam hates the fact his father cheated with a woman his age.

Neteyam knew his father had something for young women. Jake likes women who were fresh and innocent which was why he fell for Neytiri. Neteyam was furious at his father for leaving his mother. He knew how devastated his mother was from parting with her ex mate. It was unfair.

Until you came in the picture. Young and curious. His father marrued you right now. You werrre beautiful, but the truth was you and Neteyam were the same age. Neteyam understood his father's need of the ve of a mate but why did he leave his mother then?

You were the same whore who destroyed his mother and father's relationship, the same whore Jake would run off claiming he was training the young warriors of the clan, the same woman that broke his family's heart into pieces.

Neteyam sat in bed looking at the ceiling. He sighed befire getting up to drink a glass of water before he heard your pretty moans from his father's bedroom. He peeked through the crack of the door. He was shocked.

Your thighs were on his father's shoulders as Jake pounded ferociously inside of your sweet pussy. "Doing so well f'me pretty girl. Your moans are music to my fucking ears!", Jake said with each thrust touching your womb. You squealed from the sudden increase of speed. "Ma Jake, i might cum! Please slooooow down!", you mewled. The satisfaction of taking Jake's cock for yourself made you happy. He didnt need Neytiri when he had you.

" Youre s'much better and tighter than Neytiri, pretty thing!", you whimpered over his cock. You were so happy you were way better than his ex wife. Your hips met his thrusts as a sign of thank you. "Ma Jake please breed me! Give me children i beg you!", you whimpered on his huge member. You continued to moan.

"So pretty f'me, my beautiful wife!", he siad before he came insife of you. Your head threw back from the sensation. Jake's cock slowly came out your pussy and you climbed down from the bed and french kissed his cock and licked up his cum. You licked the sides of her veiny cock before taking him into your mouth.

Neteyam watched the scene carefully. His mind began to envision you sucking him off instead of his father. He shaked his head. No! It is wrong! Although you were his age, you were still his father's wife. He looked down at his erected cock. Your mewls were killing him. He was getting hard by the second. How you kiss the tip of his father's cock, how you took him in different positions, it was attracting him to you.

He prayed to Eywa hoping she would stop his unholy attraction to his young stepmother. He heard a voice calling his name in his sleep. "Teyam...Neteyam", he heard continuously. He sprouted up and turned to the right only to see his stepmom with a tray of breakfast in her hands. "Good morning Neteyam!", you said sweetly. His cock began to rise and almost was noticed by you. "Here you go! Im making breakfast for you! Eat well", you said before leaving his room. Interesting.

He ate quickly and stared at his hard- on. "Please hurry and go away.", he begged. He sighed before joining you in the kitchen. How adorable. Hou were the perfect little housewife. His father was lucky, too lucky. It was time his father understand something. He walked behind you before grabbing you into a tight hug and peppered the side of your face with kisses. You were shocked at your stepson's behaviour. You turned your head ti Neteyam un shock. "What is that all about Neteyam?", you asked. "Im just happy to see you, sa'nok."

Now you were extremely confused. "Neteyam you never call me sa'nok so why now?", you asked again. He jyst smiled. You shrugged your shoulders as you carried the sliced yovo fruit to the table. Neteyam's fake smile faded as he watched you prep the table. He walked up to me. He spoke iver your shoulder.

"How dare you.", he said. Before you could respond, your face was being pushed onto the table. "You think you can come into my life and just fuck it up, huh?", he yelled at you. You were scared. So the act while back was fake? "I cant believe my father picked a whore like you over my mother!", you start to sob under his harsh grasp. His fingers traced along the curve of your ass before ripping your loincloth off. "But then again, youre not so bad."

“Oh, is the dirty little slut unable to speak ?” He grinned , dropping your loincloth and grazing a hand around your thigh. You shivered under his touch, you never felt this way before about anyone touching you except for Jake. You whimpered as the grip on your ass got stronger. You screamed when he smacked it. "You knew our father was married yet you just had to take what you wanted, right?", he growled, literally.

He reached for his loincloth and that was when you began to wiggle. "Neteyam please dont do this to me! I'm so sorry!", gou begged and he just kissed her teeth un response. You didnt want this to happen. You thought it was all fine. He forced him inside of your glistening pussy without warning which caused a shiver to run down your spine.

"You act all innocent, hmm? What would my father say if he saw my cock inside of your soaked pussy?", Neteyam asks. His words made you wet. Neteyam pushed your head down further by the nape of your neck. "Mama, you're nasty!", Neteyam said grinning. Pushing himself inside of you even deeper, your eyes rolled up in pleasure.

"No! Stop! This is wrong! I am your father's wife!", you said through your moans. "Yes, you are mama but you're whimpering on my dick!", he said through his thrusts. Your pussy becane sloppier. You were Jake's and only Jake's. If he saw you like this, on your stepson's cock, moaning like a bitch in heat.

Your hips thrust back on his huge cock. "I belong to Jake. Not youuu!", You squealed. Neteyam squeezed your neck even harder. "No! Mama, you belong to me!", he said going even faster. "Neteyam...i belong to you! Im yours!", you screamed. "Thats right Mama! You're mine", he said before painting your walls with his cum. You laid on the taable with numb legs and Neteyam's cock slowly pulled out.

"I love you mama.", he kissed your ass before leaving you to your fate of being caught.

#aonung #aonung x neteyam #neteyam x reader #avatar smut #neteyam smut #neteyam x na'vi!reader #neteyam x you #aonung smut #aonung x reader #neteyam x reader smut #atwow ao'nung #neteyam #atwow imagines #atwow smut #atwow smau #atwow neteyam #neteyam x y/n #atwow fanfiction #atwow fics

[e-nonsense]

BLOOD STAINED

⇢ ᴅɪᴄᴋ ɢʀᴀʏꜱᴏɴ x ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ {ᴀɴʏ!ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ}

⇢ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ » ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ, ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄɪɴᴀʟ ᴅʀᴜɢꜱ

⇢ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ᴄʀɪɴɢᴇ

“Holy shit Jason” You were used to seeing your boyfriend covered in bruises, cut and all types of injuries having been trained by Alfred to treat all kinds of wounds.

But having his brothers and sister coming through the window one of them bleeding out onto the floor was new, at least for you.

For someone in shock you snapped out of it fast, grabbing the first aid of the coffee table. You slowly lifted up the Red Hood helmet, he was ready to crack a joke went you told him to take his shirt off but your expressionless face shut him up.

You weren’t even focused on your boyfriend sitting cross legged on the bed with all his siblings or the little shit chugging your coffee.

They admired you, the way you stepped up when you were needed, the way you got pissed of when something bad happened to one of them. They understood why Dick adored you, Jason threatened him when you met the family, telling his older brother not to fuck up with you.

Damian respected you not that he’d ever say it and Cassandra idolised you, she wanted to be like you, understanding, merciful, smart, funny, pretty, you weren’t really a people’s person but you still got along with most of the people you talked to. Tim liked that someone related to his sleeping struggle and caffeine addiction.

Jason loved how tough you were, never cracking under pressure, and he loved when you agreed with his methods of justice because you knew that some people were beyond saving. He was extra happy when you looked Bruce in the eyes and told him you were going to kill the Joker if he ever messed with any of them again, and from there a new member of the outlaws was born.

“All done” You broke the silence, getting up to pull the small bin over towards all the blood soaked cotton piled up next to Jason’s tired body.

“Thanks babe” you could never understand why Jason called you that, at least not until you saw the scowl on Dick’s face so you ended up giving him a pet name just to spite him, and all the other siblings.

“No problem birdie” grinning when you heard Dick groan in annoyance “Now go take a shower you smell”

He nodded getting up. All of the Wayne kids had clothes at yours and Dick’s house, for this reason and for when Bruce was being a little bitch and one of them needed comfort.

“All right anyone else?” Turning around and sitting on the small couch, when none of them moved you pointed at Damian patting the spot next you. He groaned but walked towards the sofa sitting down showing you where he was hurt the most.

A half hour later you had everyone patched up and showered. All of you in the living room pilled up in a massive pillow fort, the boys were wrestling.

Finally you could relax and drink your coffee. You were sat next to Cass who was reading your book with her head on your shoulder, you picked up your cup

why’s it so light- did I already drink it?

You finally realised,

“Tim?” turning your head to look at the boy who was being squished under his brothers, who stopped to look at you

“Yes dear?”

“Did you drink my coffee?”

“No”

“No?” your voice calm as ever “Well whoever drank my coffee, should know that I had sleeping medicine in it”

That’s when he broke “fuck, sleeping medicine, why would you-” his voice slurring slightly “you ass” and he was out.

About an hour later everyone minus you and Dick were asleep. Cass had fallen asleep on your left shoulder. The other two had fallen asleep fighting each other.

Dick loved you for many reasons, the way you kicked ass even though you don’t always follow the no killing rule, how you stood up for people, he was extremely happy when you were introduced to his family and they loved you.

Shuffling your right side, he wrapped an arm around your waist. You rested your head on his shoulder, “I love you so much”

“Love you more my birdie”

© ᴜɴᴏꜰꜰɪᴄɪᴀʟ-ᴊᴀʏᴛᴏᴅᴅ-ᴡɪꜰᴇ. ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ/ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ/ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ

#dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #nightwing imagine #dick grayson imagine #enzo writes [📝]

[thevampirelevi]

Adventureland | Part IV

Masterlist

"Leviathan." (part 4/7)

cw: vampire!eddie x fem!reader, mentions of blood, mature language, parts of this chapter written in first person pov (briefly!)

wc: 6.6k+

You knew it wouldn’t take long for your aunt or uncle to actually phone up your dear old dad and casually drop your current location, thus blowing your whole cover. You weren’t sure what to expect, would they all be angry with you? Disappointed? Concerned maybe? Sympathetic to your desire to flee after perhaps your first ever heartbreak in life? All these possibilities played musical chairs in your head the entire month you were in Hawkins, but never once could you anticipate the possibility of going through another heartbreak when Judgement Day finally came. 

Maybe it was your lack of sleep or your low mood that raised suspicion in the first place and gave your aunt the motivation to finally clue your father in. Maybe they began planning your intervention when you’d begun to spend far too long cooped up inside of a room that isn’t truly your own. Maybe this was actually the universe’s doing, deciding to punish you once more in the ultimate cosmic “Fuck you.”

You’d actually decided that today was the day you’d be reborn, try to act as if nothing was wrong, forget you’d ever met Eddie. Blissfully unaware, you gave yourself a hot shower and tried to pick an outfit you’d really liked out of the remnants of your wardrobe. Tied up your laces, enthused to treat yourself to breakfast at the diner when you were suddenly met with a surprise waiting for you in the kitchen.

“Morning, I’m gonna go eat at Benny’s today-” you’d started to say, expecting only your aunt. 

You stop at the end of the staircase, all three members of your family staring back at you. 

“Surprise seeing you here,” says your father. “Take a seat.”

Hesitantly, you join them at the dinner table and take your silent settle, unsure of what to even try to say. Luckily for you, your aunt makes the next move as a way to cut through the tension that thickens the air. 

“Honey,” she places her mature hand over yours gently over the placemat. “Your uncle and I have been a little worried about you, so I called your father yesterday afternoon. Only for him to inform me that he was already looking for you and had no idea you were even here.” 

“Why didn’t you come home, or at least call Y/N?” he chimes in, his voice is stern and laced with concern and hints of anger. 

“I’m sorry,” you say quickly. “I was going to tell you all everything, I swear, but-”

Your father interjects, “But?”

“I just didn’t know where to start,” you sigh exasperatedly. “I still don’t. I needed some time. Just time to think, not answer everyone’s questions since I don’t quite know all of the answers yet myself.”

“Well,” a deep sigh above your father’s mustache is expelled as he exhales loudly from his nose. “Time’s up. Start talking.” 

You blink rapidly, trying not to cry, moistening your lips and swallowing the lump that forms in your throat. This is the first time you’ve actually been forced to fully face the intrusive thought of him and the events that transpired between the two of you the last time you shared a room. 

“Chance,” you start off slow, his name feeling foreign on your tongue. “We broke up.”

The room is quiet for a moment, processing. 

“On Valentine’s Day, actually.” you continue. 

Your aunt’s eyes, too similar to your mother’s, flitter with sympathy as she braves you a sad smile. “Oh sweetie, I’m sorry that happened to you.”

Before she can make claims about the population of fish in the sea, you go on. “I just grabbed all of my things and left. I didn’t want to think about him anymore and,” you look up for the first time, aiming your gaze at your father and his sorry expression as you address him specifically, “You always ask about him so I just wasn’t ready to go home, not yet.”

“Y/N,” your dad’s voice is soft now but still somewhat stern. “You could’ve told me, sweetpea. I’d have ripped him a new one when he came ‘round looking for you the other day, if I’d have known that…”

“That’s probably why she didn’t want to tell you,” your uncle speaks for the first time, chuckling. 

You halt, “Chance was looking for me..?”

Your father nods, wrinkles appearing in between his bushy brows. “Showed up on my doorstep asking for you, said you had a fight and that you took off. Guess he figured you came back home. Had me worried sick, I called nonstop for about two weeks, waiting for you to call home off some payphone in Timbuktu but you never did. I was this close to filing a missing person’s report when your aunt here finally rang me and said you were here.”

“I’m really sorry, dad,” you take your hands into your lap, pulling at a hangnail and avoiding meeting your father’s eyes. “I didn’t think he would show up, I never meant to make any of you worry.”

“Well you did,” your old man rises to his work booted feet and pulls you to yours, tears welling up his eyes that he tries to hide. “I know you’re an adult now n’ all, but you’re still my little girl. Don’t ever scare me like that again, y’hear me?”

“Yes sir,” you promise, muffled as you’re hugged to his chest.

“Good. So, when are you coming home?”

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Nancy Wheeler. She was the one condition keeping you from being dragged all the way back to Bloomington, at least that you and your father agreed upon. Albeit, now that your father was finally filled in on all of the details and knew not to speak a certain name, there wasn’t a logical reason to explain your reluctance on going back - but there certainly may have perhaps been an illogical reason. The lie? That you were finally reconnecting with some old friends and wanted to spend more time with them, and when put on the spot you could name none other than Nancy Wheeler. 

Not only was she one of the only people you knew of that was likely still in Roane County, but she was also one of your only friends that your father could actually remember by name. Once upon a third grade ago. 

It had been so long since you’d last been to her address, it was a mystery how you’d still remembered it. 2530 Maple Street, wherein resides your first order of business with your Pops off your back. 

You need only knock once, powder blue door answered by who you recognize to be Karen Wheeler. Older than in your memories and hair definitely lighter than the last time you’d seen her, but nevertheless the same woman you remembered from sleepovers, school bake sales, and parent conferences.

“Mrs.Wheeler?” 

The now blonde woman holds up her manicured hand in pause, looking you up and down, you watch her brain working. “Y/N?”

You smile, nodding. “That’s me.”

Karen’s jaw slacks open ever so slightly in surprise, but her cedar eyes light up enthusiastically. “Y/N honey, I haven’t seen you in a hot minute. Not since-”

“I’m back in town for a bit, figured I’d stop by and say hi.”

“Of course,” she smiles, showing more of her age. “Oh well, Nancy’s not home right now but maybe I can take your number? We’d love to have you over for dinner sometime.”

“Sure thing,” you answer, letting Mrs.Wheeler guide you inside of her suburban home. 

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‘Nancy Wheeler called’ was scribbled on a note stuck to the fridge come the 24th of March, just the day after your run in with her mother. You’d secretly hoped there was a different name written in Nancy’s place when you first spotted the sticky note, but remembered then that you never gave Eddie your number. 

Pleasantries were exchanged when you called Nancy back and you were now on your way to the recently rebuilt ‘Starcourt Mall’ to meet with her, the duration of your phone call short and sweet, similar to chatting up a receptionist. The nerves wriggling in your tummy had you hoping things would feel less awkward in person, that you could pick back up right where you left off, otherwise you might soon have no choice but to acquaint yourself with people that were not at your mother’s wake. Given how long that guestlist was, your mommy dearest evidently very much cherished by this town for the years she spent as one of their most beloved teachers, that would be rather difficult. 

‘Sam Goody’ was the store you’d both agreed to meet in, its location memorized as the spot adjacent to the Sears where you bought your mourning dress. Man, you thought as you retraced your steps all the way there, this whole town is starting to feel like a funeral. 

As if another Momento Mori, you look up to find that your respected Sam has now joined the list of dead things and is instead replaced by ‘Musicland.’ You never even got to enjoy their “going out of business!” sale.

Nancy sees you before you recognize her, denim jacket draped over her arm, greeting you with a fond smile under her grown out perm. 

“Hey, it’s so good to see you again,” the honey brunette pulls you in for an unexpected hug, voice now more womanly without the static of the landline and less shy than how you remember. “How are you?”

“Good, good. How are you?” you try to match her enthusiasm but the words feel slightly forced, mirroring the awkwardness of your encounter on the phone as you both relearn one another’s presence while the dust settles. 

“Been alright,” she says, beginning to slowly make her journey between vinyl shelves and various displays, feigning interest as she skims along. You follow her loosely. “I’m now an investigative journalist at Hawkins Post.”

“Wait, that’s so cool,” you beam earnestly, memories of a young Nancy playing pretend news anchor swarming to the surface. “Look at you, Nancy Drew.”

Wheeler picks up a ‘The Clash’ CD, flipping it to eyeball the tracklist. “It was indeed very cool, at first. Not much to write about nowadays, though.”

“No? I’d think there’d be plenty of stories to cover still, y’know since the earthquake wasn’t that long ago. Seems people are still tryna recover.”

Nancy stops reading, looking up at you blankly as she stills. “Earthquake?”

“Yeah…The quake of ‘86?”

She blinks a few times, showing no remembrance before she shakes her head. “Oh, yeah. Right. I’m more true crime than regular watchdogs, though, so I didn’t have my piece on writing about that.”

Conversation waxes and wanes as you both sift through Musicland and hop around other stores as well, making a brief trip to the food court, catching up as old friends do - or at least making the attempt to. 

With what very little spending money you have, you earn yourself that ‘Transformer’ album on vinyl, a leatherbound journal with a moonstone clasp, and an invitation to Hideaway Pub next weekend, courtesy of your old childhood best friend. 

You’re informed that her boyfriend Jonathan and friend Robin will both be there, and Nancy encourages you to bring someone of your own, too. 

The idea of the one person you’d want to bring makes your heart do its familiar little ache. 

Your first time at the bar, you’re too preoccupied with nerves from meeting new people to really get a good look around the place. You’d end up regretting that later. 

For now, though, you stand glued to the sidewalk as you stare at the wavering rhombus of the neon sign. You gather all of your courage in a breath, remembering that this is part of Nancy’s oath to being a better friend - being there for you like how she should have last year, her words - her now doing her damndest at making you feel included. As if she actually missed your presence in Hawkins. As a burly man holds the door open for you upon his own exit, you take your cue. 

Cozied up inside of the privacy of a dimly lit leather booth, tucked away from the peanut shelled bar thankfully, sits Nancy and who you guess is Jonathan. The chime from your entrance a mere few feet away puts a pause to their simple conversation and Nancy, the one facing you, smiles in your direction as she waves you over. 

You opt for the seat next to her, allowing you a curious gander of her boyfriend as she introduces the two of you. 

Robin arrives by the time your drinks have made their way to your table, wasting little time in telling all about how a ‘Steve’ is the reason she’s late. While Jonathan is notably shy, Robin speaks as if she’s known you just as long as she’s known the couple, skipping over the jargon of any introductions. You’re glad to have her here, saving you from third wheeling, and also finding that she’s an easy person to warm up to. 

You’re nearing the end of your once seemingly bottomless pile of potato skins when Nancy starts a conversation about her brother Mike, of which you smile fondly as your only memories feature the preschool aged version of him. 

“How is Mike by the way?” you ask, these being part of the few words you’ve spoken over the course of the night. “There’s so many people I haven’t seen in so long. Like Barb, I remember her from our sleepovers. How’s she doing??”

Despite you asking what you think are innocent questions, silence is your only response as Nancy’s face suddenly goes pale and all eyes turn to her. Obviously, you never meant any harm by it and never would have asked had you known somehow that the pair of childhood best friends had had a falling out. By the looks of it, a bad one at that, as you quickly find yourself stepping out of the booth to allow Nancy out as she rushes to the bathroom before you can even offer an apology, seemingly about to hurl. 

“Sore subject?” you ask quietly, fidgeting your fingers as you try to come to terms with possibly ruining the friend group you’d just barely had hopes of forming, wondering how you manage to keep doing and saying the wrong things. 

Jonathan nods, chin in hand as he rests his elbow on the table. “Not your fault, you don’t know. It’s just kinda hard for her to talk about still.”

Robin, perhaps having one too many beers and/or a low tolerance for cheap booze or just naturally outspoken in general, adds, “Barb’s unfortunately part of the list of people gone without a trace from what I know. No one saw what happened. If I lost my best friend like that, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself either.”

Not wanting to gossip, but letting your curiosity get the best of you anyways, you lean in closer with a hushed voice, “List of people..?”

Robin is too lost in her own thoughts as she thinks out loud to notice the looks Jonathan tries to send her, and he's too soft spoken to stop her from saying too much. “I mean, I’m not entirely sure it’d be better to find them down there after what could have got to them, but at least it’d be an actual answer.”

Deciding not to press the issue any further, given Jonathan’s apparent anxiety about the topic, you remain silent as you try to solve the puzzle with missing pieces inside your head just as Nancy finally returns. 

“Are we all ready to call it a night?” Her voice is soft, nothing in her tone indicating that she’s still upset. No one protests and you all begin to file out once the bill is paid two separate ways. You thank Jonathan for covering you and he mumbles something about “Don’t mention it.”

Robin is riding with Nancy and her boyfriend, beating them to the car as you walk to your own parked further down the street. You feel a soft hand stop you by your elbow. 

Nancy offers you a small smile, no harm no foul, “See you next weekend?”

You return the gesture, accepting, relieved. Despite now not having to question if you were going to be exiled, your mind still sashays like the hula dancer on your dash even the whole car ride home. Questions fill the unusual silence of your car. 

What did Robin mean by “List of people gone without a trace” and whatever else she said about finding them “down there after what could have gotten to them”?

Your first nightmare in weeks makes its prompt return this very same night, now arguably the price you must pay for allowing your curiosity about this increasingly strange town - and its even stranger people, and their secrets - to peak. It’s no surprise when you wake at three in the morning, equipped with new use of your new journal. 

March 31st

Fissures split the earth, scarlet glowing like ruby embers from the ravines and from the sky. People are running, abandoning their cars in what is left of the street as Doomsday approaches. The earth is divided in two, and then just as fast is severed by tenfold. Nameless people plummet to their deaths, passersby in the sea of people forced like magnets to the earth’s core against the flow of the stampede. 

A red haired girl no older than a teenager reaches her hand out to me, dangling off of the jagged edge of the street as she fights against being pulled under. I can see her umber eyes pleading behind the cracked lenses of her glasses. Just as I’m about to help her, the shock of a cold hand clasping onto my other wrist jerks me awake, alone. 

You fully intend on leaving the dream within its leatherbound confines and hope to use the rest of the flyleaf for grocery lists or something. You even keep busy as a means of distraction, helping your aunt and uncle run their motel for a small allowance and making due of your mileage the most you can between there and Wheeler’s house. Against your efforts however, you find yourself narrowly escaping dream death yet again. This time, ostensibly triggered by seeing Mike for the first time in years. Tall, lanky, and wearing a worn out t-shirt with fading iron-on letters just so barely spelling out ‘Hellfire Club.’ 

Not having brought your journal with you, because why would you, when your eyes snapped open to the darkness of Nancy’s bedroom, you tossed and turned in your makeshift bed as you lost all details of the dream to the start of a hangover. All details but one. 

Two black eyes like endless pits, flames dancing in their reflections, staring down at you. 

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April 11th

‘Welcome to Hawkins HELL. Population 001.’ The red paint graffiti’d on the road sign matches the hue of the sky, which I can see in all of the mirrors of my car and through the cracked windshield as I drive through a sea of bodies bloodied on the pavement. The radio is on, crackling with a distorted voice chanting, “MASTER, MASTER!”

Suddenly there are figures moving in my rearview mirror as the stereo switches its mantra. “LAUGHTER, LAUGHTER!” The figures only appear closer and closer as I fail to accelerate against the pile of corpses littering the road. They’re too tall for me to see anything above their shoulders, and too tall to be human, gray torsos moving like the bones are broken and limbs too long for their emaciated lich-like bodies like something out of Evil Dead. I can hear their groans fill my ears before suddenly, all goes quiet as my car dies and the radio fades away. “MASTER, Master, master…”

Just as I’m considering making a run for it, something pale makes itself known to me in my rearview mirror and its black eyes stare back at me beneath its mess of dark hair. This is the last thing I see before I wake up, feeling like I’m being watched still. 

April 13th

Sterile white walls surround me with only one, long rectangular mirror separating the scene. I see myself, gray and gaunt, a stream of crimson flowing in blood ribbons down my neck and soaking the starch hospital gown I am apparently wearing at the collar. Instinctively, I try to reach my hand up to touch it but find that my hand is fixed in place at my side as if I’m restrained. Looking down at said hand, I realize it is trapped by the cold, unmoving grip of a statue I hadn’t noticed before. Slowly, my eyes trail up the tall statue towards its face where I see it is made apparent that it is weeping blood from its blind eyes, which drips onto my neck. As I try to break free, I glance at the mirror whilst in the struggle at what I can only make out to be the sound of pebbles hitting the other side.

To my surprise, a devilish grin stares back at me. 

April 20th

A dark abyss is perforated by tiny flecks of starlight, which is where I’m floating when I hear a raspy voice pleading with me, “I can explain everything…

Suddenly the shout of your aunt’s voice from downstairs puts a bookmark to your writing. 

“Y/N,” she bellows. “Phone’s for you!”

You make your way downstairs, already knowing Nancy is waiting on the other line. The pair of you have grown pretty close over the course of the month, grief being the tide that brings you both together. You never pry, but sometimes Nancy volunteers to talk about Barb and gives small glimpses of what her life was like in the years you drifted apart. You however, you never speak about Chance, still have yet to tell her or a soul about your nightmares, and certainly are not yet ready to ever tell your friend about Eddie. That would one day change, but no time soon. 

“Hello?”

You hear shuffling in response. 

“Hey Y/N,” her voice is nonchalant in the way it usually is when she’s about to invite you out somewhere, of which you never decline. “You busy tomorrow?” 

You pause to think, even though it’s not like you’re drowning in plans, “I’m on innkeeper duty at the motel tomorrow morning, but I should be free by the afternoon?”

“Well a bunch of us are gonna set up a bonfire at the lake since it’s spring break for Mike and his friends. Wanna come?”

“Sure,” you answer without much thought except in hoping that it’s not Lover’s Lake that she’s inviting you to. 

“Cool, I’ll pick you up at around six.”

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The rich smell of firewood wafts through the trees as your group of three - Nancy, Mike, and yourself - carry all of the party amenities to where everyone else is gathered at the shore. Jonathan brought his brother Will, and his friend Lucas - who brought his girlfriend - and there are several other faces for you to put a name to. Nancy helps, landing on ‘Max’ using the hand free of carrying a wicker basket to point at a redheaded girl sitting close enough to the fire for the glow of the flames to illuminate the bare skin on her freckled arms.

You try not to stare, noticing how the girl seems to fold in on herself as if trying to shrink away from your small crowd of (new) friends. You notice the scars on her arms and some on her legs, straight and precise raised pink keloids, surgical. The glasses she wears even as the sun is setting hide the fact that she was curious about you, too. 

Soon enough, the circle of incongruent lawn chairs is filled around the firepit. Half full of people you at least somewhat know, and the other half of people you’re only learning the names of today. To your left is Robin, who’s sat next to who you now know as Steve, and sat to your right is a babyfaced teen named Dustin. The curly haired boy sneaks glances at you all night, which makes you wonder if you know him from somewhere. Despite how extroverted he acts toward the rest of the group, though, he does not utter one word to you. 

Several campfire stories later and a belly full of marshmallows cooked in a myriad of different doneness, you’re on aching feet ready to go home and recharge your social battery. You and Robin are helping Nancy lug her belongings back to her car when a boyish voice stops you. 

It’s Dustin, mustering up the words to finally ask the question he’d apparently been unable to sit still with all night. “Your name is Y/N, right..?”

You turn his way and nod, waiting for him to continue. 

“And you’re friends with Eddie?”

In one single second you’re feeling all of the color drain from your face at once, except at the apples of your numb cheeks. For some reason you have the sudden urge to run. 

But this time you don’t. You instead face his ghost, the sheer mention of his name that brings on a wave of unwanted thoughts, head on. You do your best to act unfazed, thinking that maybe you can fake it until you make it. “Don’t know him,” you shrug, catching up with Robin and leaving whatever Dustin’s reasoning was behind. 

Why is it becoming harder to get over a man that you barely even knew, over your ex boyfriend of two years? 

Maybe because it wasn’t Chance who you were looking for in crowds of people, getting Deja Vu from anyone who even slightly resembled him. It wasn’t Chance’s name you kept hearing, nor saying in your sleep. It wasn’t Chance who you dreamt of nearly every night. 

Tonight, it was Eddie. Your journal sat in its rightful place on your nightstand, waiting for you when you woke up calling out his name again. 

April 21st

Waves crash into my chest as I wade in darkness, my dreamself having no sense of the temperature, just only slightly the sensation, as faint as a blanket slipping off in the night. I have the feeling that I’m waiting for something or someone, as I find myself mumbling mid sentence as if there was anyone around to hear it, “I told you, it’s never too late…”I trail off, the fabric of the dream slowly unraveling as I start to question where I am and who I’m talking to. I turn my head in every direction, searching for the answer. 

When I finally look down into the water, I see a ring of light shine through the pool of black surrounding me. The glow is red, unnatural and unforgiving, reminding me of the persistence of a neon sign even meters below the surface of the water. It puzzles me, but this somehow leads me to the conclusion that I’m in Lover’s Lake. The light is almost, maybe, heart shaped.

Just then, a ring clad hand snakes around my ankle, pulling me under. 

For perhaps the first time ever since your acquired sleep apnea, and much to your surprise, you find yourself being rapidly lulled back to sleep. You hold your head up only long enough to jot down your first dream before a thick blanket of exhaustion smothers you out like a light. The last thing you see before you’re watching the back of your own eyelids is the glowing red of the alarm clock. 11:11pm.

This time, however, you’re aware that you’re dreaming the very moment your feet reach the ground. You almost have the feeling that you know exactly where you are as you step away from under a head of clouds aglow in the scarlet sky above you. You find a clearing in the forest enclosing you with ease, floating through time as you come face to face with the Motel 6 a mere few feet later.

The only source of light here forward illuminates the ‘No’ of the vacancy sign, sputtering for a moment before it gives out. The only car in the parking lot is your station wagon. You walk up to it, having to put a hand over your squinting eyes as you try to peer through the grime on the driver’s side window. Cobwebs have made a nest of your steering wheel and a thin blanket of dust and debris covers the upholstery of your seats. Your ignition is rusted over and the dancing hula girl on your dashboard is missing her head. 

You turn around and wander back through the trees from which you came. When you emerge from the forest this time, you’re in front of your childhood home. The front door is cracked open and you can tell that no one is home as you enter the darkness inside with a creak.

Particles float through the cold air as you analyze what was once your home. Dust has fallen on nearly every surface like snow, but when you go to pick up what should be a family photo you find only your parents in the picture. 

You nearly tear apart the whole place, turning the entirety of the second story upside down in search of nothing in particular, but come up empty handed regardless. No princess bedroom like how you’d left it, no pictures of you on the walls, not even a nursery. Just your parents’ bedroom and ensuite bathroom; a study where your room should be. 

You nearly come flying down the stairs and out the front door, making a beeline back to the forest. You clear the entire woods in just a few steps, born out the other end staring at a sign covered in large vines that reads “Forest Hills Trailer Park.”

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By the next time you’re out with your newfound friends for a much needed break, Robin is the first to point out just how tired you look - much to your dismay. 

“Jesus Y/N, you getting any sleep?” asks the tallest member of your party, now that Jonathan’s decided to sit this one out. 

“Rob,” Nancy scolds her friend, shooting her a look. 

You shrug your shoulders, unable to fight the yawn that escapes your lips, “She’s right. I’m practically a member of the undead these days.”

“You okay?” asks Nancy. 

“Yeah, I mean, I’m fine.” This is when you decide to actually confide in your friends for once, hoping to put the nightmares to rest if you talk about it. “I’ve just been having these really weird dreams? Or nightmares, I guess.”

“Nightmares?” Robin echoes. “What about?”

You can feel Nancy studying you closely, no longer interested in her food. You choose your words carefully, deciding not to mention him just in case the pair before you might know of him. “Apocalyptic shit. Sometimes there will be these really strange monsters, or sometimes I’m in like a completely abandoned version of Hawkins. I dunno.”

“Monsters?” both women ask at the same time, staring. 

You laugh, “Maybe I never got over my fear of the Boogeyman,” you wipe your hands and throw the crumbled napkin onto your now finished plate, standing up from the booth. “Don’t judge.”

You glance over your shoulder a single time as you make your way to the bathroom, spotting Nancy and Robin muttering amongst themselves. You decide not to dwell on it, excusing yourself out of the way of a woman exiting the ladies’ room. Right when you’re about to enter behind her, your eyes focus on a particular poster on the wall between the two restrooms as she moves out of the way, a familiar face catching your eye. 

MISSING PERSON.

EDWARD MUNSON. 

Also known as “Eddie.”

20 years old —-- 5’10” —-- 145lbs.

Last seen: March 21st-

You rush inside of the bathroom before reading any further, drowning in your thoughts all too quickly within seconds already as you try to process what you’d just read. Hands bracing the sink, your reflection scares you as you stare back all wide-eyed like a deer in headlights. You attempt to turn the words over in your mind multiple times in an effort to make sense of them,

MISSING PERSON.

EDWARD MUNSON.

You see the image over and over again in your head, knowing that it’s him. 

MISSING PERSON. EDWARD MUNSON. Also known as “Eddie.”

His hair was a few inches shorter in that picture than when you’d last seen him, but everything else was all the same. Same doe eyed brunette that you’d last seen. Last seen in March. 

You stand there unsure of what to do, wondering for a second if this was the start of a panic attack similar to the one Nancy might have been subjected to when you mentioned Barb. 

Robin’s words suddenly echo in your mind. “The list of people gone without a trace.”

When you finally return to the table, you make it known that you’re ready to call it quits but without actual intention of going home just yet. 

You’re repeating the details you’d skimmed on your way out and in as you start up your car. Residence: Forest Hills Trailer Park. That was the place you’d seen in your dream.. If you have any information, please contact Wayne Munson. 

The sun is setting as you drive closer and closer to the trailer park, unsure if it’s your shot nerves or eyes blurry with tears that threaten to spill - not only does the place look eerily similar to how you’d dreamt it, but you could also swear you see Max, the redhead from the bonfire. You’re certain that it’s her as she comes fully into view and she stops walking at the sound of your tires pulling up nearby behind her. 

You park your car and exit the vehicle, hurriedly making your way towards the girl. “Max?”

She does not move, even once you reach her. 

“Um, hi I’m Y/N. I was at the lake, with Nancy?” you state to the back of her head. 

The girl finally turns around slowly, letting you notice the cane she holds for the first time. Her eyes are cloudy, milky white and darting back and forth constantly in apparent nystagmus. You’re too shocked to say anything else. 

“Yeah?” her quiet voice speaks finally, as if the recognition has dawned on her, she looks straight at you. 

“I-Um,” you shut your eyes and exhale, starting over. “You wouldn’t happen to know where Wayne Munson is, would you?”

Despite how ridiculous you suddenly feel for asking, Max turns ever so slightly and points directly to a trailer across the way as if blessed with vision. “That’s his new trailer.”

“Thank you,” you declare earnestly. 

Your heart banging against your eardrums, you make your way over to the trailer with the truck parked in front. Your feet drag as you amble up the stairs, and you notice something moving the blinds in one of the windows farthest from you out of the corner of your eye. At least someone’s home, you think. Stomach dropping under the heavy weight of dread, you raise an equally heavy fist to knock on the door. 

After several clicks, the door creaks open ever so slightly ajar to an older man with sharp blue eyes and a graying beard as he watches you cautiously from behind it, muttering a greeting with a gruff voice. 

You clear your throat, eyes misty already. “Wayne Munson?”

“Yes?” The man’s voice is low, almost a whisper. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was afraid of you. “Who are you?”

“My name is Y/N, um,” your voice is smaller than you intend, tired of having to introduce yourself. “I am- I was friends with your nephew, Eddie…When did he..When did he go missing?”

The man squints, deepening the wrinkles around his eyes. He opens the door fully now, casting away the shadows that were looming over his face. “Eddie’s fine,” he states matter of factly. 

It takes a second too long for his words to hit your brain, you were expecting the worst. Rarely ever are you wrong about that, especially these days, or so you thought. 

You’re unsure of letting out the breath you’re holding, “He’s- He’s fine?”

“Yes,” the man nods a single time, his expression just as puzzled as yours. “If you saw a poster or somethin’ my apologies, those are old. He’s been home for quite some time now.”

Finally, you breathe. “Oh. Is he home right now..?”

Wayne hesitates to answer, stepping back from the threshold and looking towards his right for a few moments. “Uh, no..He’s not, sorry.”

You know he’s lying, but you don’t test him. You take this as your final sign to let go, clearly you are unwanted. Your brain practically ran with the story of him being abducted or worse, instead of just coping with the fact that maybe he was just avoiding you. 

You vow to never smoke tree ever again. 

“Oh, okay,” you keep your tone chipper as you turn to leave. You will not cry. “Thank you.”

You’re making your way to where your car is parked, hands shaking and a gloomy overcast darkening the evening as it slowly begins to rain. You let one single tear fall, disguised by the raindrops. As you pivot to seat your body behind the wheel, you see a second door opening in the trailer you’d just left. You stop behind your open car door. 

Running so fast he’s nearly dodging falling rain is none other than ‘Edward Munson.’

Before you know it, the man is pulling you into his cold embrace as he breathes your scent deep into his lungs, leaving you florid and stammering. Butterflies choke up every word you want to say and he can feel your heart beating against his ribs, electrified. 

Finally he moves away, but only ever so slightly, barely leaving room for rain to fall between you. 

“I’m sorry,” his voice is raspy, strained. “I just have to try something."

You notice his hands are trembling as he opens and closes his balled up fists before finally using his cold hands to close the gap between your bodies. 

One hand at your cheek as your warm blood rushes to it, the other cold at your neck, rings pressing into your skin ever so slightly. He’s gentle with his hands but his lips crash into yours, hungry and practically burning with desire, leaving yours buzzing. You can’t help but to melt into him, touch starved yourself. You’re clearly not as famished as he is, though, a small whimper leaving him as you put your hand to his chest briefly just as you begin to run out of air. 

Finally he breaks away from you, you gasping, his eyes as dark as always but soft looking down at you - like graphite. The boy looks pained, almost. Lips and cheeks flushed. 

“Sorry,” he repeats sincerely, for multiple reasons. 

“Where were you?” the sadness in your voice makes his unmoving heart break, if only it could. 

Eddie’s cold breath fans your face as he exhales, still holding you to him. “I’ve been keeping something from you… But I just can’t stay away from you anymore.”

“What do you-” before you can get all of the words out, his lips are hugging yours again, shutting you up. He's all around you; the smell of his clothes, his grasp, his body, his kiss, all eclipsing you.

The man is quicker this time to remember you still need to breathe. He parts from you slowly, eyes still closed. You watch his adam's apple bob as he swallows, dark lashes even wispier against the hollows of his undereye as rain cascades down his pale cheekbones - making him look like a weeping angel. 

His pink lips part. “I’m a vampire.”

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an: sooo sorry this part got delayed so many times! honestly, i'm not totally loving this story anymore. i'll def still finish but i just wanna say that any constructive criticism is always welcome <3

p.s.

max is only partially blind :3

- levi

#stranger things eddie #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie x fem!reader #stranger things #adventureland

[knoxvillesjackass]

age gap.

𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑝 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑗𝑜ℎ𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑠

warning; age gap (somewhere over twenty years)

you’re from the seventies but i’m a nineties bitch

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Every now and again, Johnny would find himself feeling guilty for loving you.

Although the relationship was 100% legal — and consensual, he couldn’t help but feel that he was taking away your youth, since he was that much older than you.

It was not a point he’d tried to bring up before, and he hadn’t dared to, knowing how you would react.

You’d never cared about the stupid age gap. You were over 21, and therefor didn’t see a problem with dating an older guy.

You were 22, when you started dating Johnny. An university student dating a stunt man. The relationship details spread like wildfire through the school, and suddenly, you were merely known as Johnny Knoxville’s much younger girlfriend.

To many’s surprise, you hadn’t started dating Johnny because of the fame — nor the money. The fact that Johnny was older than you, meant that he had that much more life experience and knowledge than you, and it made you feel safe.

The relationship itself had never suffered, even though you and Johnny came from different decades and had different views on things, but friends and family members on your side had pushed themselves away from you, not understanding your choice to be with Johnny.

It killed Johnny to know that he was the reason for this. He wanted you to be happy, and maybe you were, but what about 20 years forward?

He worried too much. He worried about your differences, what people thought about you and him.

In many ways, you were similar. You had the same humour and the somewhat same levels of craziness. In other ways, you couldn’t be more different.

Johnny broke bones and fought bulls for a living. You were just a university student.

She's going to regret ever wasting time on this relationship, Johnny thought.

He sighed deeply and closed his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” You asked. In the dimly-lit bedroom, you lay with your head on Johnny’s chest. The day had been long and hard. You’d studied all day long, and Johnny had been pitching stunts all day long.

“Oh, nothing,” he answered and rubbed your shoulder.

You looked up at him and lifted your head off his chest. “I can tell there’s something wrong. You’ve been acting strange all day,” you spoke but Johnny shrugged. “There’s nothing wrong,” he mumbled. He’d seemed to have forgotten just how observant you were.

You were stubborn and strong-willed, a trait Johnny loved, although it could feel like a curse at times

“Well, there’s something you’re not telling me,” you huffed and sat up, crossing your arms.

The age gap between you and Johnny became very clear whenever an argument would erupt.

You hadn’t quite understood the act of handling your emotions as well as Johnny had. That resulted in you saying some pretty stupid things sometimes.

“What time is it?”

Johnny looked at his phone on the bedside table. It was already past midnight.

“So, you’re just going to ignore me?” You asked and stood up. Johnny covered his face with his hands and regretted every mistake he’d committed that day.

He had been distant and quiet, and worst of all, he hadn’t communicated his emotions to you, which was something he always did.

“Johnny, you’re freaking me out,” you said when Johnny looked down and fumbled with his hands.

“When was the last time you talked to your mom?” Johnny asked and your breath hitched.

He was well aware of the strained relationship between you and your mother, and he also knew why the relationship had gone down the wash.

“What about your dad? Or Emily, your best friend?” Johnny bombarded you with names, all of them people, who were no longer in your life.

“Why the fuck would you bring that up?” You asked with a shaky voice and watery eyes. Johnny already regretted the way he’d approached the situation, looking at your sad expression.

“I’m more than twice your age, Y/N. I don’t want you to waste your twenties on some old stuntman,” Johnny said. You raised your eyebrows and huffed. Although you knew this conversation was bound to come at some point, you hadn’t expected him to approach it in such a manner.

“You think I’m wasting my twenties? Gee, thanks for that,” you scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“You know what I mean,” Johnny spoke sternly and raised his eyebrow. “No, I don’t,” you shrugged your shoulders, “please, do explain.”

“Y/N, the amount of times people have mistaken me for your father is frankly undignified,” Johnny said. His voice was getting darker.

“Well, sometimes you act like my father, ” you said.

Johnny had often — subconsciously — made you feel like an uneducated child. He’d scold you as if he’d forgotten you were a grown woman. And he’d explain things to you in a way, that felt like a teacher educating a second-grader.

“Well, I’m sorry to inform you, but I am older than you, and there are certain things I know more about. Like, not walking home alone at 2 am from a club, or alarm systems, or mortgages, or paying taxes.”

Low blow.

Johnny tried to be calm, but he found it very hard.

“Okay, wise guy, then tell me this; what gives you the right to make decisions for me? You don’t get to decide whether I’m wasting my twenties, or if I want to talk to my parents! That’s my business, not yours!” You hissed and threw your arms in the air out of frustration.

“I’m not trying to make decisions for you, I’m just trying to warn you,” Johnny said. At that point, even he was unsure of why this argument was even relevant.

“Warn me? Why can’t you just see that I’m perfectly happy?” You yelled with teary eyes. Johnny could barely keep himself together.

“You’re happy now, but what about 20 years from now? Will you still be happy then?” Johnny asked. His eyes were heavy and sad, same as yours.

“I don’t know, Johnny. Maybe, maybe not. All I know is that I love you-“

Your voice cracked and you had to take a moment to pull yourself together.

“-I love you, but if this is how you feel about our relationship, if you feel uncomfortable with it, then I don’t think we should see each other anymore,” you sniffled.

The 7 months, you’d spent with Johnny had been pure bliss. Both you and Johnny felt that, and it was clear, that neither of you were ready to let things go.

Johnny couldn’t bear the alternative of losing you. Either, he had to pull himself together and stop worrying about everyone’s opinions, or he’d risk losing you.

Johnny sighed and stood up.

He touched your face and wiped a tear from your cheek.

“I’m sorry for worrying so much. I love you, and it would kill me to know that I have caused you sorrow in any way,” Johnny said and kissed your forehead, pulling you into his bare chest.

#jackass #fanfic #imagines #knoxville #oneshot #johnny knoxville fanfic #johnny knoxville imagine #jackass x reader #jackass imagine #johnny knoxville #ryan dunn #preston lacy #chris pontius #wee man #steve o #dave england #ehren danger

[imhereforscm]

The SCM gods as family members

Disclaimer: Everything below is made purely for fun. I don't mean to insult anyone or assume any person from your family OR ANY FAMILY is a bad person. I also love all of the gods and I'm not trying to drag anyone.

Leon:

• He's the rich aunt.

• He will treat everyone like peasants and will walk around like she's walking on the filthiest floor.

• Glares at any baby at the table for being "classless" and "impure", while her Pomeranian is literally shitting beneath the table as we speak.

• Is so rich, yet she will get you the cheapest hand lotion she can find and will also use it on the way to your house.

Scorpio:

• Emo son that's going through puberty.

• All he wants is to listen to metal and sad songs alone in his room, but NOOOOOO he gotta SOCIALIZE!!

• Will sit at the table with everyone, but will be scrolling on his phone the entire time, because his hormones are already going through enough drama and he doesn't need more.

Teorus:

• The extraverted daughter of the family.

• Has every single social media known to man.

• Will try to take a selfie with the Rich Aunt's Pomeranian and will get a smack.

• Talks loudly on the phone with every one of her friends and trust me...... There are a lot.....

• Will probably run away from the family dinner, because a bestie of hers just broke up with her redder-than-period flag boyfriend and she needs to comfort her.

• Crushing on frat boys.

Dui:

• The sweet grandma every kid loves to visit.

• Has an adorable cottagecore house with a golden retriever, want more?

• Will give the kids all the candies their parents said they can't have and by the end of their visit, she'll send them off with diabetes and a kiss on the forehead, coupled with a pinch on the cheek.

• Doesn't like when the family members fight, so she has a technique.✨

• "My heart... I got upset again..."

• Scares everyone shitless, because everyone loves her, so they comply and for her well being shuts the fuck up.

• She knows of the effect she has on everyone and uses it for peace and greater good.

Huedhaut:

• The academic cousin.

• Was most likely dragged to the family dinner and just trying to be polite with everyone's bullshit, even though what he'd really want is to pull a couple strands so hard, he'd be able to make a wig out of them.

• At some point in your life, your mom asked him to tutor you and now you're sitting there with an aching head, trying to learn one godforsaken history lesson.

• You're not worthy enough to P E E if you don't know what happened on 76 of February at 69:69 am! >:CCC

• The lesson was already confusing enough and he just keeps making it worse.

Ichthys:

• The uncle that was released from jail only a month ago and has probably been or WORKED at a strip club.

• He has met every cop, every inmate and has reviews of all the cells he's INHABITED and jail food he's tasted.

• His mere presence is enough to freak the Emo Son out, but he's the Extraverted Daughter's role model.

• This uncle ACTUALLY causes the Grandma to nearly cancel her subscription to life.

Karno:

• The mom, oh, the poor mom.

• Has to run around and prepare everything, because "GUESTS ARE COMING OVER!!!!!!!! THE HOUSE IS A MESS!!!!!!!!"

• The first person at the table to point out—or more accurately scream: "GRANDMA!"

• Downing that entire bottle of alcohol seems just about wonderful by the end of the day for her.

Zyglavis:

• Like wise ol' Krioff once said: He's the nagging mother in law.

• Will walk into the house and the first thing she'll do is run her finger over a random surface and then inspect her fingertip for any dust and being suspicious in the lack of it.

• The grandma kids are not excited to see.

• If you don't fully sanitise yourself, before stepping into her house, it doesn't matter how old you are. She doesn't give a shit if you're 14, 30 or 2. She can and she WILL shove a hand sanitizer up your ass, while wearing plastic gloves.

• Exclusively listens to classical music and *BOMBASTIC SIDE EYES™* any teenager that listens to any other genre.

• Is probably mother of 3 or more children, but for some reason is still really disgusted in the mere idea of changing her grandchild's diapers.

• You ask if there's candy and she gives you a hard af dark chocolate that has a bunch of white spots on it. And it's not white chocolate.......

• "Back in MY days-"

Aigonorus:

• The grandpa that never moves.

• He just lays there, sleeping.

• The most active anyone's ever seen him, is when the kids accidentally kicked a ball in his face and his head turned forcibly 90 perfect degrees.

• And then his head didn't turn around again and everyone present believed he died on the spot.

• Also had hearing problems and Alzheimer, so he constantly forgets his own age and when you calculate it and try to remind him, he can't hear you and when he finally hears you, he doesn't remember what he asked and everything just goes in a loop.

Krioff:

• The uncle that can fix everything except his eating habits.

• If he has an engineering degree? What kinda question is that???.............. Of course he doesn't.

• He learnt everything out of experience.

• If he tries to play with you, he'll probably just leave you hanging from a tree and tell you to play "surviving in the jungle".

• Definitely the family member who survives the zombie apocalypse.

• Breathes exclusively to be of Sweet Grandma's service.

• He'll help everyone, really, but you're still not GRANDMA.

Tauxolouve:

• The uncle that brings a new girlfriend in every family dinner and the Extraverted Daughter has all of their Instagrams.

• If you need flirting advice, he's there. ;)

• You once asked your mom which side of the family he's from. Your mom's or your dad's. And your mother couldn't remember, so she started asking everyone.

• Turns out no one remembers how you're related to him or if he just accidentally adapted into the family, but he's a cool guy, so everyone just lets him stay.

Partheno:

• The coolest godmother.

• Gets the best gifts.

• Will also give you flirting advice.

• Will basically kidnap you from your parents to take you on vacation and if you ask, she already has over ten suitors for you.

• Or she just manipulates your parents into allowing you to go with her.

• Has HIGH AF alcohol tolerance.

• Shamelessly talks about the most unhinged things and they're all sexual somehow.

• The person that looks like she could own a strip club, but oddly enough and much to everyone's surprise, she doesn't.

#scm #star crossed myth #scm memes #star crossed myth memes #scm leon #scm scorpio #scm teorus #scm dui #scm huedhaut #scm ichthys #scm karno #scm zyglavis #scm aigonorus #scm krioff #scm tauxolouve #scm partheno

[undyingembers]

GAH I want to ask everything but how about 1, 2, and 9 for the Rogue Trader asks?

What was your RT’s homeworld? How do they feel about it?

Victoire is a voidborn. Her branch of the von Valarius family were prolific travelers, and she was born during a long journey through the warp. However, unlike most voidborn, Victoire's quirks aren't that noticeable (she is taller than average, and she cannot raise her voice above a certain volume). She can pass for a non-voidborn, so she always hears what is said behind their backs.

For all Victoire's faults, one thing she is pretty decent at is making sure the voidborn are treated well--or at least not worse than anyone else--on her ship. She feels somewhat of a kinship with them, whether she wants to or not.

2. What was their Origin? How did they end up in that path?

Victoire is a crime lord. She has always been very willful as a child, a true terror to her guardians. As a von Valancius, she received the best resources and education, but felt that the duties and expectations were beneath her. She found her calling dealing with the von Valancius's...not so honorable dealings. At first Victoire was merely in charge of managing the family's under the table criminal contacts, but at some point, she broke off and founded her own criminal empire, much to the family's dismay.

9. Who is your RT romancing/planning to romance?

Marazhai. Victoire is...very fucked up. Cruel. Demanding. Sadistic. And someone is willing to give her free reign to do whatever she wants with them. And love every moment of it.

I haven't gotten there yet, but she can't wait to have someone worship the ground she walks on. Her own ravenous and obedient pet. If she has to slaughter some of her own crew members to possess that person, so be it.

#thank you for the ask! #rogue trader #victoire von valancius #arendaes

[likeafairytale]

"It really did make me think of your eyes. Even then. Maybe I took it for bad reasons, but you should still have it." - Aeron to Calypso about the diamond necklace

The mermaid was initially alone at the lake she loved so much. It was one of her only solace here, and even though she wasn't in the mood to swim –which was quite rare– she loved staying near the water and listening to the relaxing sound of the waterfall. Her tranquillity was disrupted by footsteps, and without even looking back she knew who it was, which made her sigh. Calypso said nothing, she didn't want to look at him, at first. Her relationship with Aeron wasn't as bad as it used to be, they were quite on good term, actually, but she knew his favorite game was to annoy her, and she thought this was what he came to do, and she didn't want to give him this satisfaction.

So the girl was quite surprised when she heard his words, and that piqued her curiosity. At first, she didn't understand, it's only when she looked back that she saw the necklace in his hands. She felt her heart dropping at the sight of the jewellery; she remembered it too well. A pretty necklace, really, with so many diamonds that it was actually shinning bright under the sun. That's probably what attracted Calypso to it in the first place, like a moth to a flame. That's also one of the reason she fell in love with him in the beginning; yes, the princess was used to have expensive stuff, she wasn't a stranger to gemstones, but it was the first time a boy offered her something. Usually it was her father, or other family members, but never a boy who showed interest in her.

That's probably why she was so easily fooled. Her stormy eyes still in the necklace, she looked at him and could see the smug smile on his face, and just that was enough to annoy her, because she was sure she was falling for a scheme, once again. Frowning, she looked at the waterfall while shrugging.

❛C'mon, little mermaid. I know you're lying.❜ He said with amusement.

❛I don't want it, thanks.❜

Calypso sighed and rolled her eyes. She did not know how he knew that, but he was right; she was lying. She found diamonds utterly pretty –which woman wouldn't?– but the origin of the necklace made it less appealing to her. She said nothing for a while, and tried her best to not look at him or the necklace, but she failed at some point, and a victorious smile appeared on his face.

❛See. You want it so bad. Or maybe it's me that you want? Unclear.❜ He joked, and she tried her best to not smile with amusement at his cockiness for, deep down, she thought it was a bit funny.

❛I'd like my bracelet better.❜

❛Nice try, Sunshine, but no.❜

❛Fine, give me that.❜

She whispered, stood up, and came closer. He seemed quite content with her decision, but he was about to change his mind. She took the necklace from him, before taking a rock nearby, and, without a warning, the mermaid smashed the necklace which surprise the fae. Calypso did that multiple times, until the necklace broke, and she was surprised how good it felt. Once done, she sighed with satisfaction, a smile on her face –now this was enough to make her day, this and Aeron's look on his face– before gathering all the diamonds that she gave to a startled Aeron.

❛Why the fuck did you do that?!❜

❛I don't want the necklace, not after it was used to manipulate me.❜ She started, and before he could argue, she added: ❛But I do like the diamonds. So if you really want me to have them, fine, but I want a new necklace with them.❜

This time, she was the one with the smug smile, and he didn't seem to appreciate it. How the tables have turned now. Calypso could tell he was upset, but somehow, she knew a part of him was still amused by that. Aeron said nothing more, and so did Calypso. He left while she get back to the contemplation of the waterfall. She wasn't sure if she was going to have a new necklace or not, but in any case, she was pleased she destroyed a perfectly fine necklace by pure pettiness, and for the rest of the day she'll have a smile on her face.

❛You're insane! I was being nice for once here!❜

❛No, you were being fake like always.❜

#calypso le fey #calypso x aeron #calron #writing prompt #calypso writing prompt #i don't know why it made me laugh #they always argue for no reason #cally is so petty and i love it lmao #they are funny okay #and i love them #i'll make it pretty later #in my mind he does do another necklace w/ the diamonds #a prettier one #maybe not right after #but at some point #icanbeyourgenie

[kairoewrites]

Part one.

Trigger warning: detailed abuse.

You were working your regular shift at family video with Robin, it was midday on a Tuesday and you just wanted to go to bed, you were up extremely late doing god knows what.

"Y/N, the phone!" Robin yelled from the back room. You came out of your daze and picked up the phone.

"Y/N, finally! We need a sub for our campaign tonight or Eddie's gonna lose his shit!" Dustin was yelling frantically over the phone. I mean, that was Dustin, but still it wasn't like him to be calling at school.

"This is your Vecna campaign, right?"

"Yes Y/N, it's our Vecna campaign. Just, are you coming?" Dustin was still pretty much yelling through the phone.

You used to love DnD but as you started getting older less people started playing it so you just slowly grew out of it.

"Yes, fine. I'm coming, do I at least get a t-shirt? Because Dustin I swear if I'm the only one there without a t-shirt I will rip-" Dustin interjected.

"Yes, we can work something out. If you're gonna come, get your ass down here!"

"Okay potty mouth, slow your role. I'll be there in 10."

With that the phone call ended. Robin came out from the back, she had the look of 'who was that?' on her face.

"It was Dustin" was all you said. She looked at you like she knew what the phone call was about.

"DnD campaign?" she asked.

"How did you?"

"He already asked me dingus and I also politely declined." She said sarcastically.

"Yeah, right." You scoffed. You ran out of that video store and got into your black 1967 Chevy Impala and drove to the high school as fast as you could without breaking the speed limit, you knew this campaign meant a lot to these boys. You've never met Eddie before though, you've heard of him though. Eddie "the freak" Munson.

"Guys, I'm here!" You yelled into the room, you had just graduated but still, this room was bringing back memories. Memories of getting grounded because you stayed up too late, or have arguments because of some stupid law of the game which at the time seemed really important. But now, means nothing. A mans voice broke the inner monologue going on in your head, He spoke.

"Don't know who you are, so I don't know what 'guys' you're talking about. But they aren't here."

"You must be Eddie, I'm the sub for your campaign since one of the members can't make it."

"Who invited you?"

"Dustin."

"What's your name and status?"

"What are we playing, twenty questions?"

"Answer my question"

"Twenty questions it is. My name is Guex Helmut and I'm a level 13 Tiefling." Eddie studied you for a moment, almost like he was studying for flaws or something but all that happened was a smirk appeared on his face. 

"Welcome to Hellfire." He said putting his hand out.

"Was I not already welcome?" You questioned with a laugh.

"No matter how much we need a sub for Lucas, I don't know completely trust who they just decide to bring in"

"Well if it makes you feel any better about me being a sub, I almost got up to my Vecna campaign. Didn't quite make it though."

"Well that sucks, you're about to play it. That's what matters"

"Yeah"

"How long we got?"

"Till what?"

"Till they get outta school dingus"

"I don't know like 10 minutes?"

"They're slow walkers too, so it's gonna take them like 20 minutes to get here"

"Yeah." Eddie sighed, swinging his legs up and putting his feet on the table.

You two patiently waited for them, they were obviously taken their time while you and Eddie were sitting in silence.

"What happened?" Eddie asked directing his attention to your knuckles.

"A fight"

"With?" It was almost he wanted a rise out of you, you knew that wasn't his intention. He was just curious but it's not the best story about how you got them.

"What's with you and twenty questions, huh?"

"I don't know, I was just curious. It looks kinda serious."

"Well it's none of business what's serious or not or who I get in a fucking fight with, is it!" You yelled.

There was a few minutes of silence, a couple of minutes turned to what seemed like an hour.

"Jesus, you guys are here early." Dustin said walking through the door.

"No you're just late." You snarled.

"Oh." Dustin murmured.

The D&D campaign took forever, all of the younger guys had for sure passed their curfews but you guys were too far into the campaign to give up now, you guys didn't have very long left anyway.

"but Vecna lives!" Eddie yelled, this freaked everyone out.

"wait no we killed him!" and "what!, no way!" filled the room.

"It appears not my friends." He smirks "what will you do? will you flee or do you stay and fight?" Eddie continued.

"timeout!" Dustin called.  

"What you can't just-" You were interrupted by Dustin.

"Y/N now would be preferred please"

You got up and took yourself over to where they are standing. From your memory  you can't just call timeouts like this but times change so you just brush it off and the end of the day it's just a game right? and anyway you're just a sub you don't actually play with them.

"what?" you sounded annoyed but in reality you were just tired

"I can get him" Erica announced.

"what now that's a death mission" you stated, you may be rusty on the game but you know when you see a death mission.

"seriously Y/N? don't be a pussy"

"Well I'm sorry I must of missed the part where they wasn't a death mission involved"

"If me and Erica attack at the same time we can get him" 

"How many hit points does Vecna have left?" if you guys were to do this you wanted to know how likely you guys were to survive.

"He's got 15 left, keep up you idiot" 

"if I may interject gentlemen, Erica. There is no shame in running"

You guys stood there unaware on what move to make next when games get like this is when it gets fun, you personally loved it when games got like this.

"I think we should do it" Gareth announced, you had no idea that he was there, he was a lot quieter than usual.

"tonight isn't the night to be heroes gentlemen" Eddie announced from the back of the room, it was like he was taunting you guys to give up.

"We'll do it, we'll stay and fight" you blurted. Everyone stared at you, all of the looks where different; Dustin was pissed, Erica didn't really care, Gareth was happy and these two random guys were also extremely pissed.

The game didn't take too long after that; Dustin completely messed up his role but Erica rolled a twenty that she was extremely proud of. Eddie loved seeing the smiles on your faces, you were actually starting to warm up to the guy.

"Alrighty, you kiddos go home, Y/N and I will pack up all of this stuff" Eddie said as the noise in the room started to come down, you didn't like the fact that he threw you under the bus like that but it's not like you had anything better to do. It was a very awkward couple of minutes, there was tension but you couldn't figure out why.

"spit it out" you spat.

"what?"

"there's something your not telling me, there is this tension and it's driving me insane and I feel like it's because you wanna say or do something and I don't know why you won't do the thing I think you might wanna do so if you wanna do something please do because this is driving me crazy"

Eddie stared at you for the second time, but this time was different instead of studying for flaws he was looking at you with these puppy dog eyes and then it hit you and that feeling in your stomach that you've come to despise appears, you wanna kiss him. His eyes nearly draw you in with how infatuating they are, his perfectly shaped lips that you can only imagine how well they would fit with yours, his face and how it fits perfectly with his long curly hair and you thought about how badly you wanted to play with it, run your fingers through it. Before you could even think about pulling away, Eddie presses his lips to yours, you loved it. They fit perfectly just like you thought they would and you wanted kiss him back so bad but you just stood there, your fathers voice echoing through your head

"you better not turn into one of those fags" 

"what did I say about kissin' boys huh?"

"am I just gonna have to beat it out of you then!?" 

"you say you like dick huh?! well lets see how much you really do like it"

You flinched and pulled away, tears in your eyes. You hated the fact that you had to something like this to someone like him.

"Eddie I-I'm not you know" You wanted to say it without really saying it.

"oh shit, uh I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I don't know what I was thinking."

"I know what you were thinking"  you thought to yourself.

You grabbed your stuff and left as fast as you could, before you left you wanted to give him some reassurance.

"Eddie... uh i just wanted to say that your secret is safe with me" a light smile formed onto his face.

"uh thanks and again I'm so sorry"

"there's no need to apologise, it was just a miss communication" you replied with a reassuring smile before you left the room. Once you left and rounded the nearest corner you started bawling.

"why couldn't I have just kissed him back, it was just a kiss." 

" Why do I have to be like this, why do I have to hate myself so much"  

Those thoughts lingered in your mind for hours before you could even build up the courage to walk yourself back to where you lived.  

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Hey guys I hope you enjoyed also feel free to comment mistakes if I've missed anything!   

If you want to find this story somewhere else there are 3 other chapters on my account couch_potato_23587 on Wattpad, I will be uploading the rest here but just incase you wanna read ahead.

#st4 #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie x male reader #stranger things #robin buckley #wattpad

[azaleaniath]

Dude idek, have some christmas fluff already :)

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Sir Percival x reader

includes: christmas, hugs, cuddles, lots of fluff, kissing, reader fucking hating christmas, Percival being the purest shit I've ever seen

word count: 4.3k (what am I doing with my life)

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"Bloody hell, how long is this going to take..." you mumbled to yourself as you pathed up and down the hallway in front of the conference room.

Your heart felt heavier every second you thought about how you were going to tell the queen about your request.

It felt like an entire day passed until the big wooden doors finally opened and everyone left. The servants, the council members, the knights.

You tried to sneak into the room without the knights even catching sight of you. It was only Gwen, the king and his manservant in the room. As you neared them, Gwen heard your footsteps. She turned to you with a loving smile, coming a few steps closer.

"(Y/N), you said you wanted to talk abou something earlier?"

Her voice was calm as always.

It was hard to look her in the eyes, so you just watched yourself fumble with your own hands in front of your stomach.

"I do... but can we talk in private? I don't want to..."

Gwen rested one hand on your shoulder, nodding slowly.

"Of course, I understand. Let's go to my chambers."

With that, she lead you out of the room and over to hers. As you passed the knights, you still faced the ground, not wanting them to notice you.

Yet you could practically feel a cold stare in your back as you carried on.

Soon you arrived in her room and you  closed the door with a trembling hand. Gwen offered you a seat on the table which you gladly accepted. She sensed that there was something on your chest that seemed to be a burden to you.

"You may speak freely, I promise that whatever it is, it will not leave this room."

Only now you found the courage to look at her.

"Your highness, would it be possible for you to free me from my duties for the rest of the day and tomorrow? I don't feel that good."

She furrowed her eyebrows. A worried look lingered on her beautiful face.

"Do you need anything? Should I get Gaius?"

Quickly you shook your head.

"No, I'm fine, physically. I just need to be alone, if that's okay."

Now, she understood.

"Is it the same thing as last year?"

You nodded slowly, looking out of the window.

Tomorrow was christmas.

You hated cristmas.

It reminded you of not having any family members left anymore.

"I understand. If you want to be on your own, I respect your choice. And if you need anything, please let me know."

With a slight smile you leaned down and got up to leave.

"Thank you for your generosity, my lady. I appreciate it."

And with that, you left her room, making your way over to your own one.

As you walked through the castle, you suddenly ran into a familiar face.

It was Percival who stood right in front of you, your expression worried him a bit.

"(Y/N), are you alright?"

You looked up to his blue eyes and forced a smile. He noticed right away.

"Yeah, sure..."

Percival knew that, like this, the conversation would go nowhere. At least nowhere pleasant for you, and he tried to avoid that.

"Are you excited for tomorrow?"

You continued to force a happy expression, even at his words.

"Tomorrow's a big day. I'm sure the christmas festival will be wonderful."

"You're probably wearing your best dress, aren't you?"

"Are you saying I have ugly ones?"

Percival huffed, then mustered you for a moment.

"... Are you dodging my questions for a reason? Should I stop interfering or do you want to talk?"

Like a switch, your faked happy facade broke down to your sad expression again.

"I don't want to talk about it. But thank you for offering, Percival. You're truly a blessing."

He smiled down at you, respecting the fact that you did not want to share your burden. Yet he still wanted to cheer you up.

"Would you like a hug?"

This made you blush immediately and your expression switched once more so you ended up with a weak smile on your reddened face.

A nod was more than enough to have him open his arms, taking you in gently. You leant your body against his. It felt good. On the other hand, when did it ever feel bad to hug him?

Carefully as he could he pressed you against his chest and rested his head on top of yours.

You felt your heart starting to race. If there was one person that would always be successful in cheering you up, it was him. He gave you so much love and warmth, much more than anyone else. This man had a special place in your heart even if you did not dare to tell him that he was in fact the man you adored.

After some time had passed he gently let go of you, only to pick you up onto his strong arms like you did not even weight a pound. A loud giggle and a squeal escaped your lips as he did, with a big smile.

"See this as an... Extended hug. Where were you heading to?"

Both your arms were holding onto his neck to secure yourself.

"Hey, I can walk on my own!" you laughed, but he resisted.

"I know you can, but let me at least bring you to wherever you need to be before I leave you to your thoughts."

After a few seconds you gave in giggling, navigating him to your room.

On the way, he tried to keep that smile on your face. He hated to see you so sad.

"It's actually quite pleasant to carry you. Do you think I can borrow you during training?"

"As weight?"

"Uhuh, that would make my workout a hundred times more pleasant."

You playfully piched his upper arm, asking him "are you saying I'm heavy?"

He chuckled while shaking his head.

"Of course not. I'm just saying that I like having you close to me."

With closed eyes you nuzzled your face against his neck and inhaled his scent. He smelled of sweat and iron, but you did not mind. Somehow, it even seemed to calm you down.

Soon you arrived at your room and he gently let you down again. Once more he pulled you into a soft hug before reaching out for your hand, placing a soft kiss upon your knuckles.

"My lady, in case you ever need a ride somewhere, just call out for me and I'll be there."

Again you couldn't suppress a giggle and blushed. His gentle, lovely smile filled your heart with joy.

"I will, Sir Percival. Thank you, for everything."

He bowed, then let go of you finally. The smile he had magically brought to  your face lasted for a good while, until you layed down on your bed, sinking into the pile of pillows.

~~~~~

Later that day, you heard a knock on the door.

"Come in."

As you looked to the door, you saw a hand reaching in a plate with grapes, bread, cheese, some chicken, lettuce and berries. Soon followed a head peeking through the door.

It was none other than the knight that had carried you to your room; Percival.

You smiled gently, getting up from your bed and fixing your hair quickly.

In the meantime, the man entered the room and closed the door behind him.

Afterwards he set down the plate at the table.

"I noticed you weren't present during dinner, so I thought I'd bring you some."

A certain redness flushed your cheeks, making them glow bright red.

"Oh, Percival, you're too kind and attentive. Thank you, but I don't really feel like eating right now..."

He furrowed his eyebrows and you both sat down at the table. There was a hint of worry in his expression.

"You already refused to eat lunch and you only had a few snacks during breakfast. I'm not leaving until you eat something."

"Then get comfortable, that could take some time."

He raised his eyebrows and his hands, closing his eyes for a short moment.

"That's fine with me, I'll stay the entire night if it means you'll eat something."

This answer, you did not expect.

For a while, you looked back to the plate and his face. He seemed to be serious about this.

The way he watched you closely made you reconsider and give in eventually.

"Alright, alright..."

And with that, you began to eat. Instantly, the knight seemed happier and satisfied.

"So...", he started, "You also weren't there when we decorated the main hall. I could've used your help with some things."

"For example?" you asked while picking up a few grapes.

"Holding Gwaine back from hanging mistletoes on every single door frame."

The image in your head of Sir Gwaine trying to put mistletoes everywhere and Leon and Percival running after him, taking them all of in annoyment surely amused you.

"What was I supposed to do about this?"

"I don't know, lunge yourself at him and keep him down or something."

Both of you laughed for a moment, until he added something more to that.

"Just your presence would've been wonderful. The guys asked why you weren't there with us. We would've loved to have you around."

You finished your meal and sank your head slowly. Would he understand your choice if you would explain to him?

For a moment you sat there in silence before breaking it with your unsteady voice.

"To be honest, I don't celebrate christmas. People always celebrate this day with their families, and as you know, I... don't have anyone left."

His blue eyes watched you carefully before he spoke again.

"(Y/N), I honestly understand your choice and your feelings. This is also the first year I celebrate christmas again since my familiy died. But this year, I'm spending it with my friends. They are my new family."

You looked into his eyes, closely listening to his words. Only now you realized that you had never thought about that before.

"If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine too. You also don't need to celebrate it, but the thought of you sitting here all alone when we're all together, partying, that doesn't feel right. I would love to have you around tomorrow."

Soon you got up, walking towards the window, taling a look outside while you drowned in your thoughts for some time.

A gentle hand on your waist ripped you from your daydreaming. The knight stood right behind you, capturing you in a soft embrace. He rested his head on top of yours while holding you so close to him.

With closed eyes and a smile on your lips you enjoyed his company and his touch through and through.

After a while, you turned around in his embrace. "I think I could use another hug..."

"I'll give you as many as you need."

Both your arms found their way around his torso before you leant your head against his chest. It felt like your heart was going to explode.

Some time passed as you and Percival just hugged each other and enjoyed having each other so close.

"(Y/N)?" his voice broke the silence.

"Hmm?"

You felt him swallowing before his lips parted again.

"I know I cannot replace your family, nobody can. But would you still give it a try to join us for christmas? I'll do anything to see that lovely smile on your beautiful face tomorrow. Or else I'll stay here in your room with you all day."

Only now you lifted your head to meet his gaze.

"You can't be serious, Percival..."

"Of course I am. I don't want you to be here all alone. Also, I know that the knights have some gifts for you too. I'm sure they would love to give them to you."

You huffed at the thought.

"So they really thought about me too?"

Since you were Gwen's personal servant, you also spent a lot of time with the knights. As a matter of fact, you had organized a present for each of them as well, as much as you hated christmas.

"Surely! They've been pestering me with questions about you since early october."

Since it was getting awkward to hold him so close and looking into his eyes you rested your head against his chest again.

Deeply inhaling, you nuzzled your face into the fabric of his vest.

"But only for an hour..."

"2 hours. Excluding dinner." he protested.

"You know what? I'll stay until Gwaine's getting drunk."

Percival huffed, pulling you closer. "Then I'll leave with you, believe me."

~~~~~

The next day you woke up, you rolled out of bed slowly and got yourself ready. Only when you were done you noticed a small note and a christmas rose on your table.

You reached out to both of them, inhaling the scent from the flower and reading the letter.

You felt your heart pounding in your chest as your eyes flew over the paper.

'To the most wonderful lady in Camelot

Dear Lady (Y/N),

I am truly beyond happy you're joining us for today's event. Thank you for giving me this opportunity and your time. I can't wait to see you tonight.

P. S. : You look adorable when you sleep. '

Only now you recalled that Percival had stayed with you until you had falled asleep. With rosy cheeks you stuck the letter to the frame of your mirror, then decided to braid the flower into your hair.

The thought of him didn't leave your mind for one second.

~~~~~

Before the evening, you had already talked to Gwen. She was more than willing to let you join the festivities nonetheless of what you had talked about the day before.

You had a lovely time eating dinner with all the guests, as suddenly, you saw Arthur tapping his goblet with his knife. All eyes landed on the king as he got up, clearing his throat.

"My dear friends", he started, "It's an honor to me to be able to spend this evening with every one of you. My dear wife Guineviere and I are sitting here today, proud to have you all around. Yet, I'd like to pass this speech on to someone who certainly will find the right words to express this even better."

You looked over to Percival who sat right next to you. He quickly smiled at you and got up as soon as Arthur had taken his seat again.

"As for some others, this is my first christmas here in Camelot and I could not wish for a better place to be right now. Tonight we celebrate the company of our dearest friends. We celebrate tonight as a family. As brothers and sisters, not bound by blood, but by something even stronger. As in battle, tonight no one's getting left out or behind. This might not be what you're used to, but I'm thankful for everyone of your who's joining us now. Let's enjoy the time we share."

He reached out to his goblet, reaching it out in fromt of him. Everyone else in the room, including you, joined in and raised their goblets as well.

"To everyone of us, and to a wonderful christmas evening in Camelot."

With that, everyone drank together, celebrating the company of each other. Once Percival sat back down, you gently pushed your elbow into his side.

"My my, I didn't know you were that good with holding speeches~"

He turned his full attention to you, watching your beaming smile in awe for some time before he spoke.

"I had to make it special since you're joining us."

You giggled, then took another sip of wine and got up. "I loved it" were the last words you whispered to him before you grabbed a few gifts that you had placed next to the wall behind you, then you walked over to the other knights.

"My knights in shining armor~" you chanted as you leant over the table between Leon and Gwaine.

"oh hello there pretty lady~" the brown haired man answered, and they all got up from their chairs.

"It's good to see you here, (Y/N)." Elyan chimed in, and you greeted them all with a short hug.

"How's your evening so far? Everything going fine?" Lancelot asked with his genuine smile.

You gave him a smile back and nodded. Leon pulled you to the side quickly and asked you if this was really fine for you. He knew how much you disliked this festival.

"To be honest, until yesterday evening, I did not intent to join."

"What changed your mind?" he asked, but he already knew the answer.

"A certain someone showing up to my room and threatening to cuddle me to death."

Leon laughed and turned you back to the others after quickly glancing over to Percival.

"You mean a lot to him, he's been madly in love with you for months." he whispered to your ear, making you blush a bit.

"That goes both ways." you answered quietly before giving your attention to the entire group of men, handing everyone their gifts.

You watched them unpack in silence. They were all stunned by their gifts and thanked you right after. Now that they had opened their presents, you recieved some gifts from them as well.

"This one's from Elyan, Leon and me."  Lancelot explained and handed you a big wrapped bundle. Your eyes shot wide open at the gift, it was stunning velvet dress in your favourite color.

"You'll look stunning in that." Percival's voice suddenly emerged from behind you as you held the dress against your body.

Quickly your head turned back with a big smile.

"This is..."

"The wrong color? Wrong cut?" Elyan asked with an uncertain facial expression.

"Perfect! Beyond perfect!"

The boys exhaled in relief, as you thanked them. Next up was Gwaine.

You quickly unpacked his present as well; it was a new mead horn with impressive carvings on it's upper half.

"Did you do this yourself?!" you asked rather shocked. Gwaine proudly nodded and earned a tight hug in return.

"Hey Percival, have you given her your present yet?" Lancelot asked the tall knight, but he just shook his head.

"Save the best for last, huh?" you asked jokingly and leaned against Percival.

The knights laughed with you, then you looked at the dress and the mead horn again. "I did not expect this, really."

"We wanted to make this day special for you. You're supposed to remember this day with a smile on your face."

Leon answered, getting a hold of his goblet.

"Let's drink to that."

"By the way", you chimed in, "Gwaine, how much wine did you have by now?"

The man sighed and placed a hand on your shoulder, quickly glancing over to Percival.

"Not much. I wasn't allowed to get drunk before we exchange gifts."

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It was already late that evening when you were about to leave the party. You still hadn't exchanged gifts with Percival yet since you wanted this to be something between just you and him.

A yawn escaped your lips. The tall knight next to you placed one arm around you and asked you if you were ready to head off. As an answer, you only pointed at Gwaine, who was pretty much only able to stand since Merlin supported him.

He grinned at the sight and decided to call it a day. Both of you collected your things, said goodnight and headed to your room.

The man closed the door behind him and sat down on the edge of your bed.

"As tired as I am, I still want to try this on. Would you help me?" you asked, holding the new dress in your hands.

"Of couse." He answered, so you turned your back to him and held your hair up with one arm.

He helped you to loosen your current dress  before you disappeared behind the screen in your room, changing into the new dress.

"How is this?" you asked, once you were done. With slow steps you came back to him. It seemed like he couldn't take his eyes off you anymore. The color suited your eyes so perfectly, the fabric hugged your body like this dress was made for you.

"I didn't know the guys had such a good taste in fashion."

"Neither did I, you look..."

"... Yes?"

"I'm sorry, I was just... mesmerized by the sight. You look absolutely gorgeous in that dress. I mean, you also do without it. I-I mean- not like this- no, like-"

You laughed as you saw him struggling with his words.

"I actually had the impression you're good with speeches."

Soon your feet brought you closer to him and you hugged him tight.

"I was going to say that you're looking gorgeous in that dress, like you do in every dress. But this one suits you especially. I didn't mean to say-"

"Hey, it's all good. Don't worry about it."

His eyes had found yours in shame. God, how could he ever forget this.

"But before you tie a knot into your tongue, I'd like to give you your gift."

As you let go of him for a moment, you reached out to the last present you had left.

"I hope you like it. If you don't, then just give it back to me."

"(Y/N)", he started to unpack, "I would never give that away whatever it might be."

He fished the gift out of the wrapping paper and stared at it for a good while.

His expression was completely blank.

"It was a stupid idea, I'm sorry..." you mumbled, trying to take his gift away in shame, but he turned away quickly.

"... You knitted that pullover yourself?" he asked calmly.

"I did, yes. I thought, if you run around without sleeves all the time you might... catch a cold..."

For some more time he stared at the pullover blankly.

"If you really want to keep it-"

"Of course I do! I love it!"

Only now, his expression changed into a wide smile.

It felt like a stone fell off your chest as he said he liked it.

"I hope it fits. I've had Gwaine try it on. It was a bit large on him."

"Gwaine?"

"Yeah. It was a bit loose... over his shirt... and his armor..."

Percival turned towards you and laughed at the thought, so did you.

"It looked very funny, believe me."

The knight quickly took off his vest and switched into his new pullover. As he looked down on himself, his smile got even wider.

"Does it fit?"

"Perfectly. You're such a sweetheart, (Y/N)." He caught you in a gentle embrace again and you cuddled yourself into the hug. The pullover was incredibly soft, which made the hug more pleasant than usual since there was no cold metal against your skin anymore.

For a good while he kept you close like this before he let go, just to hand his present to you as well.

He gave you a silk sachet. After you looked inside, you reached in to get your gift out. It was a leather band with a pendant out of soapstone. It was shaped like the head of a fox.

"And I guess you made that yourself as well?" You asked in awe, seeing the polished pendant reflect the light of the candles in your room.

"Surely. Everytime I'm hunting with the others, and I see a fox, I think of you. These creatures are extremely clever, atonishing beautiful, and a sign of good luck. Any I think", you handed him the necklace while he talked so he could put it around your neck, "I'm very lucky to have a wonderful woman like you in my life. May this pendant always bring luck to you too."

Once Percival was done you turned around to him, looking down at the pendant one more.

"I'm loving it already. How do I ever thank you?"

The man glanced at the pendant, then his eyes locked with yours.

"You're spending your time with me. That's more I could ever ask for."

Your heart was beating hard and fast at the sight of his satisfied smile.

"Today was truly a magical day. I've loved every minute."

Percival gently cupped your cheeks. As you looked up to him, you noticed something over his head. You figured out that it was a mistletoe, hanging from the ceiling.

Once he saw that you noticed, he pulled you even closer.

"(Y/N), do you believe in these traditions?"

While biting down on your own lip slightly you watched his ones, then glanced up at his blue eyes again. Since he was so tall you had to stand on your toes to get even a bit closer to his face.

"This pendant ought to bring me luck, so... what could go wrong?" Both your arms found their way around his neck to support yourself.

"Can I kiss you?" he whispered while leaning in even closer, brushing his nose against yours. With half lidded eyes you nodded slowly, which lead Percival to hug your waist tight and lift you off the ground.

It didn't take long until his lips crashed onto yours, passion flowing through your entire body like waves of electricity.

His lips were soft and warm, they felt so wonderful on your own ones. The knight had closed his eyes as well, enjoying this moment just as much as you before he let go of you again.

"Did you place that there?" you asked with a slight grin, to wich he nodded with the same expression.

"I hoped you would notice."

"And I hoped you'd finally make the first step."

Percival leaned down to you, placing a chaste kiss on your lips. "I did. But therefore you have to cuddle with me all night long."

As an answer, you just turned your back towards him and held your hair up again.

"Then let me get into my nightdress and get comfortable on my bed. I'll be with you in a second."

#bbc merlin #merlin #knights of the round table #sir leon #merlin fanfic #merlin bbc #merlin oneshot #sir gwaine #sir percival #Sir percival x reader #sir elyan #sir lancelot #christmas fluff

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I Think We're Alone Now - Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Summary: Steve Harrington has been your best friend for years and only your boyfriend for two. He thinks he's learned everything about you to know, but there's more to you than meets the eye. - Song title and lyrics based off of "I Think We're Alone Now" by Tiffany. And yes I know the song didn't come out until a year after season 4 was featured but let's ignore it for the sake of the plot!

Warnings: angst, fluff, language. Contains flashbacks and scenes of an abusive father. Reader has PTSD.

A/N: coming from somebody who has struggled severely with PTSD since I was a little girl, especially with issues of abusive family members, I sometimes channel that experience into writing. This is my first time writing it into a fic and sharing it for other people to read, and possibly relate to.

Requests are open!

"What the fuck is he doing here?"

You spat the words like venom as you and your brother, Dustin, stood in the doorway, staring at your mother and an unannounced visitor who sat at your dinner table in the kitchen. The words startled the couple, both of them whipping their heads to reveal wide eyes and hands entwined. The sight enraged you even further as you stared into the dark eyes of a man you'd never thought you'd see again.

Your father. Arthur Henderson.

The room was filled with terse silence. You glanced back at your brother, whose jaw was slack. He had only been a few years old when your father had left, but not before he made one of his typical, drunken screaming rages. That was a surefire way enough to stay stuck in a kid's brain, no matter how old. He looked over at you, and as much as he could see the defiance and anger on your face, he could see the fear. The terror. The mix between love and hate.

Your mother broke the silence as she stood up from the table, putting on a fake happy tone. "Oh my goodness, Y/N! Dusty Bun! I wasn't expecting you home so early. I thought your gaming club didn't end until 9:00!"

"It was an easy night." You moved away from the door to shut it behind you and your brother, but only slightly, not daring to get any closer to Arthur than you already were. "It was a good night, too. Until we came home, that is." You narrowed your eyes at the man.

He looked back at your mother, who shook her head slightly. He looked back at you, and put on a wide (fake) smile. "Well, oh my God! Y/N! You've gotten so tall- I didn't think that was ever possible." He looked back at Dustin, who swallowed and took a small step backwards as your dad stepped one step closer. "And look at you, little buddy! Your teeth have all come in! You look great!" He looks at the two of you, grinning widely. It's a Grinch smile. He takes another step.

"No." You say sharply, taking a step back. "You need to step back. Now."

Your father stops. Looks confused, and a bit lost. You almost want to laugh. Was he seriously this fucking dense? "What do you mean, step back, kiddo?"

"Are you serious?" You look at him. "Do you not remember the last fucking time you were here? Do you not remember what happened before you left us?"

A flash hit your dad's eyes, and you tightened the grip on the inside of your sweater sleeve. You resisted the urge to scratch at your wrist, to tug at your hair, to ball your hand into a fist and hit the side of your thigh until it was numb. These were all tactics you used when you were nervous, but they were clear signs that you were nervous. It was what they predators used to single out their prey.

You were the prey, and you wouldn't be caught.

"Kid. Come on, now." Your dad forced another laugh, and took another step forwards. "You shouldn't use that language in front of your little brother. Don't you think I feel sorry for how I left you, guys Y/N? I just want to talk to you."

"You need to step back." You repeated. "Now. Please."

"Arthur." Your mother spoke. She rounded the table, and your heart began to beat faster. You willed her to step back, to use her words, anything but get near your father. It never ended well any of the other times. Her soft voice, her loving eyes, and her kind and encouraging nature, all for him, focused on him. He didn't deserve it, but here she was, falling into his trap again. "Come on, honey. Give them space."

"Claudia, I told you." Arthur snapped, and she shrank back a bit. Fuck. She was still scared of him. "They're our kids. And we've talked about this." He focused his look back onto you, and gave you and your brother a friendly look. "I know I messed up in the past, alright, guys? But I've gotten better. I've fixed it. I'm working towards it. I want you guys back."

Your eyes trailed behind your parents figures, and onto to the table. Onto to the glasses of wine and pack of rolled papers that certainly weren't cigarettes. "Really? Doesn't look like you've changed much to me."

"Well then, clearly you don't know anything." Your father finally began to lose his patience. "Wine isn't that big of a deal, Y/N. Neither is my... medicine. Marijuana is legal in Indiana, now, you know. I'm perfectly at my rights to partake in it."

"Right. And wasn't drugs what started you down this shitty-ass path anyways-"

"I told you not to use that language!" Your father snapped. He took a step towards you again, and this time, Dustin took a step too, not before grabbing your hand. You kept a tight hold on his hand, too, keeping your feet planted and your face firm, even though every part of you on the inside was begging you to run, to hide, to cover Dustin's body with your own in your closet, like the the two of you were little kids again.

"I'm not a kid anymore, Arthur." You said out loud. Every single bit of you was trembling on the inside. "And I told you to back the fuck up."

Your father finally broke, the dam inside splitting open and all the watery rage came spilling out. He pushed aside the dining room chair that was in his way and began striding towards you in hard, long steps. His eyes burned with fire, and only more so when your mother grabbed his arm. "Arthur, please-"

"Get off of me!" He yelled, wrenching your mother's hand off of him and twisting it back. She screamed in pain, clutching her hand, as he dug his fingernails into her hand.

"Hey!" You and Dustin screamed. "Get off of her!" You yelled.

"I told you, don't fucking touch me, bitch!" He ignored the two of you, pushing her back against the chairs, causing her to fall to the floor. He kicked the side of her legs, his smile twisting into a cruel, teethy wolf grin. "Still as weak as the day I met you, I see." He turned towards the two of you, laser eyes beaming into your souls and sadistic smile burning into your brains.

"Fuck you." Your voice quavered. "Get out of our house. Now."

"This is still our house." Your father hissed. "I raised you both here. I brought you home. My name is under this lease. I am your father, and you'll treat me like it."

"No way!" Dustin screamed, running forwards to his mom. As soon as you saw your father raise a hand towards your brother, you saw red. You knew what was coming and you'd never, ever, ever, let your brother go through what you did. Adrenaline pumped through your veins. You ran forwards and pushed your father away from your brother and mom.

Your father fell back, his back scraping the edge of the table as he went and he howled in pain. You snatched up the fire extinguisher in the kitchen and held it over your head, standing over your father, who was trying to get up, groaning about his bad back. He froze as he saw you with the extinguisher.

"You wouldn't." He whispered.

"Would I?" You whispered back, shaking as you held the red metal high up in the air, hands clutching it steadily. "Trust me, I would. I want nothing more than to bash this on your head a shitload of times until you die." It was true- the hatred you harbored for this man, no no matter who he was or what your relation to him was, was strong enough that you could kill him in the bloodiest of ways. You wanted him to feel the same pain he gave your mother for years, the pain he almost caused your brother, the pain he had given you.

"But I won't. I'm not going to prison over the likes of you." You lowered it slightly, testing the limits. "Now get the fuck out of our house. If you come near us again, you'll regret it. Do you understand?"

He glared at you. You brought the extinguisher down, hard, bashing it into the space next to his head. It made a dent into the floor. "I said, do you understand?" You screamed, spit flying from your mouth.

"I understand." Your father muttered quietly. He hobbled to his feet, gripping the edge of the table for support. He held up his hands in surrender as you held the red metal almost like a baseball bat. "I'm going, I'm going!" He stepped back and stumbled over to the door, shutting it quickly behind him. A few seconds later, you heard his car start up and drive away.

You dropped the fire extinguisher and turned to your mother and brother, who stared at you, shaking. Your mother's eyes were haunted, filled with fear. Your brother's eyes were filled with admiration and wonder. He had never seen his sister quite so angry. You had inherited your father's anger issues, for sure, but had never shown them, or let them go out so quickly, like that before. You fell to your knees and came to your mother.

"Come here, baby." Your mother opened her arms, and you fell into them. She held you tightly, as you and Dustin curled into her arms. It was silent for a few minutes, as you all tried to absorb what had just happened. She then spoke up. "He came back, to me. None of his family has wanted him around, his friends have all stopped talking to him, so he came to me. For money, for help. I thought if maybe I just tried to convince him to go to a therapist, to one of those clinics, he may just leave us alone. Get better. He's not the man I- not the man I once knew."

You knew what she really wanted to say. He wasn't the man she once loved. Or still loved, to be exact. And yes, you should be angry with her, for talking to him, for even considering letting him in the house after what he did to your family, but you couldn't. You could never be angry with her. She was just as torn apart and hurt. Besides, she had taken over as a mother completely, raising you and your brother almost completely by herself, and you couldn't forget that.

"I know, Mama." You hugged her tightly, your cheek squishing hers. Dustin laid his head on your knees, arm wrapped around your mom. It was a rather uncomfortable position, but all of you were together.

It was that night that the nightmares began, and it all began to get worse.

"Hey, earth to Y/N!"

You blinked and looked up from your shelf of movies you were restocking. Robin raised a brow at you. She was going to tease you, then saw the worrisome glint in your eye. "Is everything okay with you?"

You nodded quickly, putting on a convincingly bright smile. "Yup! Totally okay. Just got caught up thinking about something."

"Really? Whatever you were thinking about seemed pretty intense." Robin studied your face for any movements or difference in facial expression. Your smile was frozen a bit, but you continued to put on a cheerful facade. "What were you thinking about, Y/N?"

"Nothing. Just your mom's pants on my bedroom floor this morning." You winked at her. Robin scowled at you and flipped you off.

"I don't think Steve is going to like that, is he?" Robin snorted as she took a movie and put it on the shelf.

You glanced around, noticing the clock's time. 11:15. "Hey, where is he, anyways?"

"The dingus?" Robin shrugged. "Who knows. He's late almost every week. Surprised you hadn't noticed, or even blown up his house phone." She gathered an armful of movies for the horror section and carried them over, to begin shelving them. "Surprised Keith hasn't fired him yet."

"What, and only keep two of us?" You stocked your own shelf, smirking. "Like you told Keith, Steve's a total babe magnet. Or at least he used to be. Now he's my boyfriend, and nobody really flirts with him anymore."

"That, and he's a total dork."

You flung an empty case at Robin's head. "Hey!" She exclaimed right as the back employee entrance opened. Steve walked in to see you throw a case at Robin's head.

"What's going on?" He chuckled. The two of you whipped around to see Steve. Robin groaned and rolled her eyes, while you split into a wide smile. Steve smiled back.

"Is there any chance one of you could clock me in?" He asked, scratching his head awkwardly. "I'm, um, kind of late. I would do it myself, but Keith won't give me the override password."

Robin snickered at that. "Yeah, because Keith doesn't like you."

"He does too like me!" Steve defended himself. "He just... hasn't warmed up to me yet, is all."

"Dingus, you've worked here for eight months now. How has he warmed up to me and Y/N but not you?" As the two of them bickered back and forth, you shook your head and walked over behind the desk, tapping in the keys on the rickety computer before stepping back. "There you go, Stevie. You can clock in now."

"Thank you!" Steve exclaimed, hurriedly tapping in his digits. He grabbed your wrist as you started to walk off, making you let out a startled squeal as he pulled you over to him. "Good morning." He murmured as he brushed noses with you, and you looked up at him, smiling. You had spent the night with him last night, and had woken up before him. You had left for work, your shift starting an hour before his did.

"Good morning."

"Kiss?" He pouted like a child, head tilting to the side. You laughed. He really was a dork. You leaned in to kiss him. He kissed you back, keeping one hand on your waist and one cupping your cheek. He pulled you into him, and you sighed in content at the warmth of his body against yours. His tongue brushed your lips, and-

"Hey, shitbirds!"

Robin's annoyed voice broke into your little bubble, as you and Steve pulled back from each other. "What, Robin?" Steve sighed, touching his forehead to yours.

"What do you mean, what? You got here seventeen minutes late, and me and Y/N clocked in over an hour ago. It's your turn." Steve walked over to Robin, and she dumped the box of movies into his arms and pointed to the shelving cart. "You can start with those movies over there. This shit is boring."

Steve sighed as he began to stack the movies and you and Robin began on other tasks. This Friday morning in particular was boring and slow, probably the last slow morning you'd have in a while. Today was the last day of school before spring break, so most customers, especially the teenaged ones, would be busy.

You tramped over to the front of the store, checking the boxes on your "chore sheet" Keith left his employees every day. Next up was rearranging the display case to the newest movies, which was your favorite part of the job. You got to see the newest box of shipments in of the newest movies at the time. You began to stack the movies, glancing up as you noticed a shadow in front of the store. You went back to your movies, then froze, looking back up.

Your dad. You stumbled back and blinked. Your dad's face stared unblinkingly into yours. How had he found your goddamn place of work? He knew nothing about you! That specific Monday night, when he had come to your home a few nights ago, you had immediately called the police and placed a restraining order against him.

Chief Powell, the new chief of police after Hopper, had promised you it would be taken into effect immediately. You trusted Hopper, so you trusted him. Had he lied to you? What was your father doing here? Was he trying to ruin your life?

The sun's rays shone into your face, blocking out the face of your father. The clouds changed, and then your heart dropped. The face turned red for a minute, and then- and then turned out to be some random, middle-aged jogger. He was trying to fix his Walkman. He stared at you through the glass of the store, puzzled at your terrified facial expression at him.

You shook your head, clearing your thoughts and trying to relax. It was just some guy, you reassured yourself. Just some guy.

A hand landed on your shoulder, and you jumped. You looked over to see Steve. He looked worried. "Y/N. Are you okay?"

You stood there for a minute, contemplating an answer. Should you tell him? No, you didn't need him to worry on your behalf. Your father was officially, legally, out of your life, and not a bother to you anymore. Or so you thought.

You mustered the most convincing smile you could bring on. "I'm fine, Steve. Totally fine." You stood back, carefully placing the movie tapes back in the cardboard box. "I'm just a bit tired, is all. I'm going to go get more movies, okay?" He opened his mouth but before he could say anything or stop you, you were headed off to the back room, willing yourself to not break down in front of your boyfriend and best friend.

Steve glanced over at Robin and she shook her head sadly. "Let it be, Steve."

"But-"

"I know, dingus." Robin taped a new poster onto the walls, before climbing down off of the ladder and moving it to a different space. "Trust me, I know she's not doing well. But clearly she doesn't want to talk about it. Not at work. After work: we talk to her and let her know we're here. Okay?"

Steve nodded, though he didn't like the idea. They both knew something was up. The haunted look in your eyes and the dark circles underneath them. The way you seemed to be tuned in, but at the same time you were tuned out, your attention on something far away from here. The way you twitched at every sound nearby, and scratched repeatedly at your wrist, which was turning red and scrapes of flaky skin began to come off and stick under your nails.

"Okay."

In the back, you had locked the door behind you. You collapsed against it, sliding down until your butt hit the floor. You balled the sleeve of your sweater into a fist and bit into it, tears brimming at the corner of your eyes. "Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck!"

You felt like you were going insane. Ever since Monday night, when you had seen your father again, it seemed like he brought back all the worst symptoms for you. Your anxiety had gotten worse. The headaches were constant. The nightmares, the flashbacks to your younger years when your father still lived with you, were there every. Single. Night. On a few occasions, you had woken up with a nosebleed or started one at work. You cursed your father for making you feel this way again.

What was wrong with you?

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You stared out the window as you, Steve, Max, Dustin, and Lucas all drove back to town. Max had narrowly escaped the hands of Vecna, and you were scared for her. All of you urged her to keep the headphones on her head, for her own safety. And right now, you were more worried about her safety than your own. But now, it was confirmed.

You were seen by Vecna.

You didn't want to worry about it, not when Max had been so close to the same fate that had killed sweet Chrissy Cunningham. She was a little sister to you, the same fiery, loving little redhead who was friends with your brother and looked up to you, even if she made fun of Steve.

When all of you had been in the counselor's office and seen the files of the other students who had been killed, you didn't want to believe it. The symptoms of theirs and Max's were similar to yours, but everybody had trauma, right? That didn't in any way mean that some sentient humanoid demon from a completely different dimension was after you.

Could it?

Being the stubborn person you were, you couldn't worry about yourself right now. After all, for all you knew, Max seemed to be his main victim right now. You had to worry about Max, protect Max only. And so you kept your mouth shut, and didn't cut in about your symptoms.

For your own good. You settled into the front seat of Steve's car and tried to relax. You felt a finger tap your knuckles and looked up to see Steve giving you a small smile. You smiled back before allowing him to slide his hand into yours, giving it a small squeeze and resting your entwined grasp in the middle. For now, you'd relax and let the current time take you over.

Back at your house, all of you sat in the living room. Max sat on the couch next to you, drumming her fingers along her thigh. You could hear the faint lyrics of "Running Up That Hill" through her headphones and relaxed. She would be safe as long as she kept the song going.

Dustin came back from your hallway closet and dumped a huge pack of batteries in Max's lap. She looked at them, then him, her eyebrows raised. "For your protection." He gave her a thumbs up. "So, um, yeah. Just so your bones don't break into pieces and your eyes don't squish like grapes."

"Yes, that makes me feel so much better." Max said sarcastically, but you could tell she appreciated the gesture as she gripped the pack in her lap tightly. Your heart swelled as you looked at your little brother, who beamed back at the two of you.

"That's a good start, kiddo, but now we need to come up with a plan." Steve began. You liked that he called Dustin "kiddo". He really was like a dad/babysitter, wasn't he? "First off, what the hell is this thing? Vecna? I've never heard of anything like this before when we dealt with the other bullshit going on before this."

"Vecna's a new kind of creature." Lucas spoke up, looking up from the heavy book he had in his lap. The guide to Dungeons and Dragons, flipped open to a page towards the middle. "It's called Vecna's curse. Using his supernatural psychokinetic abilities, Vecna can probe and influence, overtake, the minds of others. Motivated by a cruel philosophy, Vecna targets particularly traumatized or mental individuals." Lucas's eyes slid down to the next paragraph. "Symptoms include headaches, nosebleeds, and nightmares regarding traumatic events the victim may have had in the past.

"Waking hallucinations and memories of the trauma may appear to the victim before death." Lucas finished the paragraph and looked up to Max. Her foot was bouncing in tune to the music as she stared off into space, but you could tell she heard every word Lucas had spoken.

"Max." You gently nudged her shoulder. She looked over at you, took a deep breath, and turned down her music slightly.

"Yeah, I had all that happen to me. Big deal. We already knew about it, you know."

"You didn't tell me." Lucas said softly, an expression of hurt in his face. "You didn't tell any of us." Max looked at her feet as the looks on your faces burned into her. It was too much.

"I'm sorry, alright?"

"You can't keep stuff like that from us, Max!" Dustin burst out. "What if you had died? You used to be our friend! Our friend, Max! And then you just... stopped."

Your hand landed on Dustin's shoulder as you stood up, and he looked up at you. He noticed the tiredness in your gaze and the fear. It had been there for a while now, so he let up a bit. You wanted to agree with Dustin and Lucas, but then you'd just be a hypocrite. You weren't telling them, either, but now your determination to keep it a secret was starting to let up. At the same time, however, Max's life was in danger, and so were others. You had to focus on them first.

"We're all here for you, Max." You murmured, letting your arms wrap around the girl. She immediately reciprocated the hug, leaning into your warm embrace. The rest of you came around, Dustin leaning into your side and Steve kissing the top of your head as Lucas squeezed Max.

You broke away, your eyes tearing up slightly. "I'm, um, gonna be right back. I need a minute." You walked away quickly, walking to your room. You took a deep breath.

You stared at the posters on your wall, taking in the differently colored ones along the wall. Steve always poked fun at you, comparing the differences between Dio and then Fleetwood Mac, Bruce Springsteen and then Joan Jett. You leaned up against your wall, staring into the window outside, the overgrown weeds starting to sprout and cover your view to the outside.

"Y/N?"

Dustin's voice cut into your reverie, and you looked up. He gave you a confused look. You mustered your best smile and walked over. "Hey, buddy. What's up?"

"Um... well, you kind of just disappeared on us."

You let out a nervous laugh. "Oh... right. Well, it's okay, Dusty. I'm alright. Just a bit overwhelmed. Nervous, you know? Max isn't doing so well, and it's all been a bit-"

"Liar."

You stopped talking, staring at Dustin, puzzled. "What?"

"I said, you're a liar." Dustin took a step forward and you stared at him, shocked. The tone of his voice was unlike him, as was the cold, hardened look in his eyes.

"Dustin- I-I don't understand-"

"You've been lying to me, Y/N. To Steve. To Mom. To Robin. Everyone around you, who you love, who you claim to care about-" he did finger quotes around care- "you're a LIAR!"

"Dustin, I'm not lying. Seriously, buddy, I'm okay. Don't worry about me, alright?" You tried to play it off like a joke, but the truth was, you were unnerved. This was not like the nature of your sweet, playful little brother.

"Do you think we're a joke?" Dustin asked you, taking a step forwards. You took a step back. "A pawn? Just a little blip in your world? You think you're so much better because you hide from everyone. You break yourself off and act like you're helping. You're not helping anybody. Maybe you think you're superior because you're helping Max by not telling anyone else."

"Dustin, stop."

Dustin paused, then a thought seemed to light up his head. "Or, you know what? Maybe it's for the best. That you die, that you leave us." He gestured to the other room, where your friends were all sitting and talking to Max. "After all, who are you helping anyways? I hear you every night, Y/N. Turning and tossing in your bed. Crying out. Begging for death and release. You're nothing but a goddamn COWARD!"

"STOP!" You screamed, pushing Dustin away. His hand reached out and caught yours. His hand morphed into something else, red and slimy and rough. You screamed as you looked up and the shape of your little brother turned into something else.

Vecna, the creature of nightmares. Something you thought only existed in your little brother and his friends' games. His face was horrifying to look at, so you tugged your hand away and attempted to run. The scenery around you had changed, no longer the comfort of your room, now a new place, filled with red, smelling like blood and metal, vines snaking around yourself. Blood dripped from the sky and you looked up.

In another place, in your room, you were still there. Your body was rigid, your eyes were closed tightly, and you were motionless. Dustin was screaming at you to wake up, shaking your shoulders and begging you to come back.

"Y/N! Please, please, I'm- oh shit, oh God, what the hell!" He cried, slapping your face in desperation to wake you up. "Goddammit, guys, get in here!"

Lucas, Max, and Steve rushed into the room. Steve yelled out as he saw you in the same state he had seen Max- recognizing the rigidness of your body, the unresponsiveness, the eyes tightly screwed up, not aware of the real world around you. He rushed over and copied after Dustin.

"Oh no." Max whispered, catching you in the same state she had been. She wasn't the only one, and she felt even worse for not knowing- how had she not known, noticed the symptoms? You were following suit in her path.

There was no time to worry about that, however, as she shook herself out of her reverie and returned to her normal state, determined and fired up. "Guys!" She yelled, and they looked over at her. "Favorite song- now!" They scrambled into action.

Meanwhile, you were attempting to run as fast as you could from the demon. You didn't see a way out, but any way away from this Vecna creature was a good way. You yelped as you felt vines wrap around your feet, pulling you in, falling onto the floor and your chin hit the rough dirt. There was definitely a bruise to be formed. You dug your hands into the ground, caking dirt under your fingernails, digging your shoes into the ground for some type of semblance, some stability. There was no use as you were lifted into the air and your back slammed into a tree.

You struggled heavily, looking around yourself and your surroundings. You whimpered as you saw the other victims- Chrissy and Fred: their eye sockets black holes staring into the void, their limbs twisted and broken beyond repair, heads hanging limply. Was this the way you were going to die? You didn't like it very much.

"Don't be afraid, little one."

You struggled violently as you saw the face of the creature you had seen outside of Family Video the other day. The one who had replaced your monster of a father, revealed to be a monster himself. He had scaly, red skin, almost like it was an interior of a face, ripped away. Long, winding arms with sharp claws, and a long body that towered over yours.

He slithered closer to you. "I'm here to make all the bad things go away. I've seen it all inside your brain, you know." You struggled violently, and though you tried to squirm away, he reached out and touched your forehead with one of those long nails.

Memories and flashbacks hit your brain, but only the bad ones. The ones you tried to hide away from yourself and others.

"Get off of her, Daddy!" You cried, holding your teddy in one hand and your free hand attempting to tug your father's arm away from your mom. Eight years old, in elementary school, learning all your shapes and colors and numbers already, and here you were, knowing something most children your age didn't (or didn't need to) know. Self-defense.

Your father continued, spit flying from his mouth and his face contorted with anger as he spewed hatred at your mother with his words and fists. He landed a punch on the side of her face, hitting her cheek and hearing a small crack! Your mother let out a cry of pain and you let out an anguished wail.

"I said, stop it, Daddy!" You cried, pulling harder. Your father let out a growl of frustration, before leaning over, snatching your arm in a bruising grip, and flinging you away, hard. You were thrown across the room, your head hitting the opposite wall, immediately met with a splitting ache in your head and crying out. Your brother, Dustin, three years old at the time, let out another wail, too confused to know what was going on, just knowing he didn't like seeing his Mommy and Sissy being hurt.

You touched a hand to your head and brought it back out in front of your face. Blood. It stained across your hand. You took a look at your mother, who was trying to back away from your father as he balled his hands into fists, looking down at her, and your brother, clutching onto your leg for support and looking up at you, scared.

Your mother looked at you from between your father's legs, planted firmly apart and raising a hand again. She mouthed, GO.

You took your brother's hand and ran away, away from the chaos and the loud and the pain, and into your own domain- the closet in your room. It never quite blocked out the screams, or the sound of the cops breaking down the door.

It went on for a year, the same process every single time.

"Oh, yes, you never were that big a fighter, were you?" Vecna's voice, so much like a suffocating blanket and a rough wave of ocean water, discomforting and drowning, smoothed over your ears. The vines had slid across your face, roping over your mouth. You could do nothing but kick violently and let tears stream down your face.

"It's alright, Y/N." All of this will come to a close, just you wait." He began to raise his hand.

"Favorite song- oh shit, what's her favorite song?" Dustin wracked her brains. "It's- oh, shit, we dance to it all the time!"

"How do you not know it, then?" Lucas yelled as he dug through your drawers, desperately searching for more tapes. Steve and Dustin clawed through your box of music, tossing each one aside.

"Madonna, Blondie, Bowie, Beatles? Music, we need music!" Steve shouted. "It's all generic, man!"

"AH-HA!" Dustin shouted, startling the others. He dug the tape out and held it in the air triumphantly. "THIS! It's the one she's been obsessed with lately! It's called like, um, "Alone" or something-"

"I Think We're Alone Now" by Tiffany!" Steve snatched the tape from Dustin. "I remember!"

"Great, now load it up!" Max exclaimed, holding out your Walkman. Steve emptied the last tape that was in it and shoved the Tiffany's new album into it. He loaded up the song and shoved the headphones onto your head.

Vecna's hand had started to rise above your face and open, revealing the insides of his hand, blocking almost all of your view. And then you heard the beginning notes of a song. It was strange, and a bit random for the time you were in right now, but you recognized it.

The first time you had ever heard the song was a month ago right after it came out and it became a radio hit. You had driven to pick Dustin up from Hawkins High School. You knew it had been a bad day the moment he slid into the front seat of your car.

"Hey, bud!" You said cheerfully as he threw his backpack into your backseat, along with his DND things. "How was school today?"

"It sucked." He muttered, slumping into his seat and crossing his arms. You raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I could tell when you threw your stuff like it was worthless shit in my backseat. What happened?"

Dustin picked at his fingernails. Instead of answering the question, he asked; "Do you think I'm a loser?"

"What?" You exclaimed, as you pulled up to the exit and to the edge of the street, waiting on traffic to come through before you could. "Why? Who called you a loser?"

"Lots of people. Everyday." Dustin shrugged. "But today some asshole tripped me and I lost all my shit on the floor. I can't even find all of my pieces, either. It happens all the time, Y/N, and I don't know... maybe I should just give it up."

"Hey." You said sternly. Dustin looked over at you. "You don't give up, you hear me? Other people don't know what the fuck they're talking about. Nobody in this world is better than anybody else, no matter what they like to tell themselves. Other people are stupid, and..."

"We're not stupid." Dustin finished your sentence. The horn behind you honked impatiently as you huffed and turned onto the street.

"Yes. Exactly."

Just then, you heard the song on the radio. The beginning tunes, the catchy rhythm of your newest favorite by Tiffany.

Children, behave That's what they say when we're together

You gasped and turned up the radio quickly. Dustin looked at you like you were insane but couldn't help but smile as you began to move in your seat a bit in tune. "Dusty, look! It's your favorite song!"

"You mean, your favorite song," Dustin corrected but you waved him off. "Watch how you playyyyy," you sang out, "they don't understand-" at this lyric, you pointed to the back, flipping off the school you were driving away from, and Dustin rolled his eyes, a wide smile overtaking his face.

"And so we're, running just as fast as we can," Dustin started, and you grinned widely.

"Holding onto another one's hand-" and the two of you linked hands, and Dustin smiled the smile he had hated for years, and you loved..

The memory morphed into another.

"This is your favorite song right now?" Steve snorted as he watched you bop around your room, holding a hairbrush like it was a microphone. "The one where she just repeats the same lyric over and over again?"

"It's not just that, Stevie." You whined, dancing closer to him, and pointed to your radio. "It's the way she sings it! And how she sings it! And her audience, us, we get exactly what she's telling us."

"Oh really? What is she telling us then?" Steve watched as you sauntered over and leaned over him, giving him a mischievous smile.

"It's about forbidden love and running away together." You began. "But the cheekier side, the more saucy side, if you will, is about being alone and together... how you can be rebellious and as adventerous as you like." You traced a finger on his arm, and he shivered.

"What kind of rebellious are we talking here?" Steve smirked, leaning into to your face. You leaned in too, reaching a hand out to him. He took it without thinking, and you yanked him to his feet.

"The dancing kind!" You cheered on, as Steve groaned, having fallen into your trap. He obliged anyways.

Trying to get away into the night And then you put your arms around me And we tumble to the ground and then you say

"I think we're alone now," You sang, holding Steve's hand and laughing as he twirled you around and around. "Doesn't seem to be anyone around."

Maybe the song wasn't Steve's favorite, but what mattered is he put up with it for you. He loved you and he would do anything for you. Your eyes opened and you remembered where you were again- in Vecna's world.

You stretched your head slightly, and in the distance, you could slightly make out the shape of your figure, which had risen into the air, hovering above your friends. Steve, Dustin, Max, and Lucas tugged at your feet. Steve and Dustin were especially desperate as they cried out for you to come back to them.

A surge of anger and adrenaline coursed through your veins. You had to get out of this bullshit, now. You watched as Vecna's hand closed over your face, the action having him come closer as well. You reached out and yanked at his neck, closing onto a weak patch of skin and pulling.

The creature roared in pain and stumbled back. The vines weakened, as did the grip on you. You tumbled out of the veins, tearing out of them like bushes. You brushed debris off of you and took off running, seeing that space in the distance where you were in the air.

I think we're alone now The beating of our hearts is the only sound

You focused on the beat of the music, the soft instruments in the background, tuning it in with your feet. It was like it was guiding you in a way, as you ducked obstacles, running to your fate.

Look at the way we gotta hide what we're doin' 'Cause what would they say If they ever knew? And so we're-

Running and ducking up a hill, it was taking away your breath, wearing your feet down, but you leapt, stumbling slightly as rocks crashed down, one scraping your knee. You willed yourself to remember none of this real and your real, warm body was out there, on just the other side.

If only you could just reach it-

Running just as fast as we can Holding onto one another's hand Trying to get away into the night-

You leapt through the space and suddenly you were awake. You opened your eyes and gasped, your body falling through air and onto your friends below. Steve caught you, as you spread out in front of everyone, panting and crying and panicking. Dustin ripped the headphones off of your head, the music playing faintly around your neck, crying in relief as he noticed no physical damage to your body.

"Y/N, you're okay, you're fine." Steve soothed you, his voice like butter in your ear. He hugged you tightly to him, tightly enough you could feel the way his entire body shook. "You're okay."

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x henderson!reader #steve harrington x you #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #steve harrington

[alltimefail-sims]

Girl why the fuck one of the kids only got an air mattress in your build...

Not gonna lie, this ask made me laugh. You're quite the eagle eye! Honestly, Beau has an air mattress for more than one reason, and I'm not sure if this is a rhetorical question but I'll take any opportunity to explain the lore around my sims! 👍

Let's unpack this under the cut ↓

It's important to note that the Brokes are a family from TS2 who are known for struggling financially and being, well, broke. (You might know this, but just in case I wanted to start there).

That being said, for the sake of realism I wanted all their furniture to feel haphazardly mismatched, hand-made with scraps, inherited from family members, or purchased very cheap at second-hand stores or yard sales (maybe even found in the dump/on the side of the road). For storytelling purposes, I imagine Beau just aged up out of his toddler bed and they don't have the money to get him a whole "big kid" bed yet with Brandi having a recently dead husband (who provided their main source of income) and a whole new child she wasn't expecting (hence why their bed is a pack-and-play and she has the changing table set up in her closet due to the lack of space).

Their household funds are currently under $1,000. Brandi is a waitress and is making less than minimum wage, largely depending on tips to make up the difference. The air mattress is obviously not ideal or a long-term solution, but that's what she can afford right now so that is what Beau has. I mean, Dustin's bed frame is made out of scrap wood and even Brandi's bed is very cheap (it's probably the first "adult" purchase her and Skip made when they got married). Beds in the Sims AND in real life are actually pretty expensive and a luxury item for people in poverty (ESPECIALLY bed frames which serve no function other than looking nice) so all things considered, I just didn't think giving all of them super nice beds was realistic. 🤷‍♀️ I promise it wasn't just something I did randomly for like the outdoorsy aesthetic of his room (I wasn't aiming to give his room a set "theme" anyway).

I also want to note that any "nicer" items you'll see in the build - like Dustin's gaming system (albeit it's the less expensive one) - are also "storytelling choices" on my end. I don't have my priorities mixed up or anything, Dustin just has a history of petty crime/criminal friends, so I imagine some of the nicer items in his room to probably be stolen or bought with money he made in a less-than-ideal way. Or like, there might be an antique decor item here or there (like the ceramic chicken in the kitchen) and I see that as something Brandi inherited from her grandparent's own kitchen (and little things like that emphasize my personal headcanon that her and Skip have country roots).

TLDR; I'm detail crazy. Like detail insane. No (normal) person needs to care about or have an explanation for these menial decisions but I do. Trust me when I say that the choices I make in a build always have a reason, even if that reason seems stupid lol.

#welcome to my brain... full of stories for blorbos. It's ridiculous I know #But speaking from experience - this isn't actually that strange and something that occurs irl #If you end up downloading the build feel free to swap out the air mattress! I just thought it made sense 🤷 #atfs ask #anon #the brokes #brandi broke #dustin broke #beau broke