#Sister!Reader x the crains

[with-every-piece-of-me]

The hand that I can hold

Pairing: Luke Crain x Fem!Reader

Summary: After Nell's death you find him before the others do, Steven told you the news so you had to break it to Luke and he took it like a hammer to the eye.

Warnings: Mentions of drug use, swearing, angst, mentions of death/suicide.

Words: 1.5k

Y/n POV.

My world felt like it was shattered, yet I didn't cry for a good minute. I was too shocked – too sad to move, let alone cry. Everything had just stopped, but then it all came crashing when Steven's words had really hit me. Nell was dead. My best friend, gone.

It felt like my heart was collapsing in on itself, but at the same time tearing itself apart. I felt like someone had kicked me directly in the chest, as if any oxygen in my lungs was ripped out.

That's when Steve had told me how she had died, she had hung herself. It only got worse and worse the more I thought about it. Then I realized, Luke doesn't know. I mean how could he, he had broken out of rehab the morning after she passed, Shirley had told me. There's no way he could know. I try to pull myself together as much as I can to even attempt to say anything.

"Stevie… Does Luke know?"

I question with a shaky voice, only met with silence from Steven as if he had forgotten to consider the fact that Luke would be more affected than most of us. I hear a heavy hearted sigh from the phone.

"Fuck… No. No, he doesn't. I don't even know where he is or how to reach him."

Steve explains, I nod, tears swelling in my eyes. I know where he'd be, well I can take a pretty damn good guess. Luke's rehab was closest to my place so I decide I need to be the one to find him since I know Steve isn't living as close anymore.

"I'll go get him. You're probably too far to find him in time, if he has.. y'know.. I could probably find him before it get's too bad."

I hear Steven sigh again, he knows it would be better for me to find him. I start looking for my purse and my car keys, staying on the call with Steve as I don't want to feel alone right now and I can tell he doesn't either.

"That means you'll have to be the one to tell him…"

Steve explains, I let out a shaky and nervous sigh, processing that he's right, I can't just tiptoe around the fact that his twin sister had just hung herself in the same house his mother had also died at her own hands in.

"If he hasn't relapsed, which I seriously doubt, this might push him to it. So just.. don't let him out of your sight and stay safe."

Steve stammers to the end of his sentence, realizing what he had done by giving Luke money, possibly helping him indulge in his vices on purpose.

"I'll be as safe as I can be and yeah, I'll watch him for a while, he can stay at my place so don't worry."

I attempt to reassure Steve but I'm also extremely worried and it shows in my tone so I doubt it helped much. As much as I don't want to, I hang up and get into my car.

After maybe twenty minutes of searching I find Luke. He's pacing up and down the sidewalk, mumbling as he's counting on his fingers repetitively, he's scared. He looks worse for wear, he's battered and bruised, he's clearly not okay.

"Luke..?"

I call out, catching his attention, his focus snaps towards me. I quickly get out of my car and walk up to him, he continues to mumble under his breath.

"I couldn't save her. I… I couldn't save her. I'm so sorry.."

He sobs as I pull him into a hug, his voice quiet but raspy. He hugs be back tightly, after a few seconds I let him go and he stares at me, waiting for me to speak, waiting for some kind of lecture because he broke out of rehab but I wasn't angry right now.

"You're clean right now, right?"

I ask in caution as his eyes widen slightly, realizing how he must look right now. He thinks about what he should say right now, looking for the easiest way to explain or to make me worry less.

"N.. no, I'm ninety days clean.. I swear… I.. I swear. Ninety days free, remember?"

He stuttered to the end of his sentence with a sense of urgency in a hope that I wasn't already disappointed. He's actually clean, which you wouldn't be able to tell based on how he looks right now but even though he's more himself there's still something wrong, he's shivering and incredibly uneasy.

"Luke, are you okay?"

I question out of pure concern, knowing that it's a loaded question when it comes to him. I place my hand on his shoulder and he stares down at the ground, trying to organize his thoughts. You don't just break out of rehab for no reason only to end up pacing in the streets with no shoes and looking like you were hit a bus or two. He says nothing, he reaches up and rubs the back of his neck, he must've got pretty hurt last night.

"I-I'm freezing cold, my body feels so stiff and my neck hurts like a bitch… It feels like really awful withdrawals but so much worse and I'm clean. I swear I didn't do anything last night… I swear."

Luke stammered as he leaned in a bit closer so I could hear him fully, I need to tell him about Nellie. I suck in a cold yet heavy breath, mentally preparing myself for what's about to happen. I don't know if I can do it without breaking down myself.

"Luke… It's Nellie, she's… She's. Uh.."

I struggle out the words but I can't get myself to say it, there's something inside of me deeply wanting it to not be real, for this just to be some vivid nightmare that I'll wake from, and Nell will be back at her house, sleeping peacefully and perfectly fine when I wake up – but it isn't a dream, I can't just wake up and everything will be okay, I can't just wake up from what feels like an endless nightmare because I'm not asleep, no matter now much I desperately want this all to be a dream… It's real and I can't just ignore it. Luke needs to know.

"She's… Dead. Nell died last night."

I cry as Luke freezes up, tears roll down his cheeks, he looks like he's completely crumbling.

"What…?"

He chokes up, unable to say anything else. Doing this felt worse than I thought it would, it didn't tug at my heartstrings, it ripped them out stomped on them. He stares at me as if I'm about to tell him it's just some sick joke, I wish I could, for his sake, but I just can't.

"Can you just please get in the car, I think you should stay with me until the funeral. We can talk about it more when we get to my place."

I stare down at the floor, unable to to look him in the eyes. He nods slowly as I open the car door for him. He gets into the car, still counting on his fingers but this time more agitated, more frightened.

We get back to my place after a while of sitting in a depressive silence in the car, neither of us felt like there was much we could say through minds clouded with tragedy.

He walks into the guest room and just sits on the edge of the bed unmoving. He sits, slouched forward with his head in his hands as he sobs quietly.

I walk up to the door and knock a few times. The knocks echo through the mostly silent house, aside from the faint sound of Luke in mourning.

"…come in."

Luke responds as I open the door and walk up the bed. I sit next to him, placing my hand on his shoulder. He stares back at me, while I try to find any words in the mess that is currently my mind to try and help him, to comfort him.

"I'm not gonna lie to you and say everything is okay, because it's really not… But… I'm here for you. I don't know how to make the pain all just go away but what I do know how to do is listen and offer any comfort I can give. We don't need to talk about it right now but when you're ready I'll be here."

I sympathize, my voice brittle and low as Luke gazes at me as he, tears still flowing down his face. A quiet thank you is all Luke's able to say in the moment, his voice remains hoarse.

"Do you mind if I sit here for a while?.. I don't really want to be alone right now."

I request, as Luke sits up and rests his head on my shoulder, his hand resting on my knee.

"Me neither."

[writseo]

Motherly Sister X The Crains | Headcanon

After the first incident of Hill House, things were rough for everyone 

Neither of your siblings were able to be even eat properly for weeks 

Like Steven, you didn’t experience the events as hard as everyone else did, so you decided it was your job to take care of them to make up for it

With Nellie, you went online and researched ways to help with sleep paralysis

She didn’t believe it was in her head though 

So you researched supernatural ways so she’d still feel safe and in control

Sleeping besides her during storms, using crystals like Amethyst and Black Tourmaline, getting her a nightlight, even giving her a stuffed animal as a lucky charm that she carried to adulthood 

With Theo, she became heavily distant and dealt with it herself 

So you used little ways to help her, often giving her advice indirectly when you noticed she was struggling, and even having personal conversations to create a better bond 

Shirley had difficult with separation anxiety  

So you hung out with her and practiced with distancing 

Which meant creating a little goodbye ritual, always being on schedule when it came to returning home and constantly giving her reassurance that everything was going be okay  

It became easier for her to handle, even before you managed to get your aunt to put her in therapy 

With Luke, he kept blanking out a lot 

You weren’t sure what to do with him, so you just looked out for the important things 

As an example, if he was given a chore, you listened for him in case he was distracted again

Steven was a bit more simple, you just had to be a bit more vulnerable with him to make him feel like he’s being a good brother to you 

And with everything that came, you were the glue that held everyone together 

Always making sure to update each other, constantly calling to check in on your siblings 

Being the first one that everyone calls in case there was an emergency, mainly because they knew you would drop everything for them, even if they were the ones who got themselves in trouble 

Usually the scolding came after everything would be settled down and you were sure that they were okay

And when Steven published his books, you were a bit alienated 

Mainly by Shirley as you didn’t seem bothered at all by Steven 

Having a bit of strained relationship with her, though you didn’t fully leave her life since you still checked up only occasionally  

Constantly being the one to help fund Luke’s rehab, even after he ran away and everyone gave up 

Ending up as Nellie’s bride of honour, yet not knowing about how Luke tried to go into her wedding 

Nellie wasn’t the only one they were trying to protect with this little secret 

Your relationship began to grow more distant with everyone after the wedding 

Especially during the reunion of Hill House when Shirley started showing how much she disliked the way you kept trying to be the family’s “mediator” 

Though you would come together after almost losing your brother and losing your sister 

You did lay off a bit with Shirley though 

Who tried her best to repair any issues she had with you right after 

Constantly trying to be there for everyone after Nellie’s death

Which meant putting more work and time with Luke 

And constantly trying to reassure Steven that he wasn’t at fault 

Even though they were bit of a handful, you still loved them as they loved you the same 

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Masterlist 2

Part 2, maybe part 3 coming soon

Imagines:

TVD/Legacies/The Originals

Hope Mikaelson Having A Crush On You Would Include…

Hope Mikaelson Feeding Off You Would Include…

Being a Heretic and Dating Hope Mikaelson Would Include…

Being Hope Mikaelson’s Best Friend and the Saltzman Twins Having a Crush on You Would Include…

Being a New Werewolf and Dating Lizzie Saltzman Would Include….

Being Cupid and Dating Penelope Park Would Include…

Penelope Crush Having a Crush On You Would Include…

Being Penelope’s Friend and Having Her Fall For You Would Include…

Being Caroline’s Heretic Girlfriend and Lizzie Having a Crush on You Would Include…

Sex With Caroline Forbes Would Include…

Being Best Friends With Katherine Pierce Would Include…

Dating Rebekah Mikaelson Would Include…

BDSM Sex With Dom!Freya Mikaelson Would Include…

Arrowverse

Being in Team Arrow and Falling for E2!Laurel Would Include…

Kara and Alex Danvers Both Falling For You Would Include…

Being an Avenger and Dating Sanvers Would Include…

Dating Alex Danvers and Maggie Sawyer Would Include…

Being in the Navy and Dating Alex Danvers Would Include…

Dating Nia Nal Would Include…

Dating Nia Nal and Alex Danvers Would Include…

Being Lena Luthor’s Sister and dating Maggie Sawyer and Alex Danvers Would Include…

Being Lena Luthor’s Sister and dating Alex Danvers Would Include…

Being Lena Luthor’s Sister and dating Maggie Sawyer Would Include…

Being a member of the Legends of Tomorrow and meeting and falling for Nora Darkh Would Include…

Dating Ava Sharpe and Getting Injured Would Include…

Sara Lance Helping You Accept Your Bisexuality Would Include…

Dating Nora West Allen Would Include…

Adopting a Child With Dinah Drake Would Include…

Twilight

Dating Alice Cullen Would Include…

Alice Cullen x wolf!Reader

Being Alice Cullen’s Mate and Getting Hurt Would Include…

Jealous Sex With Rosalie Cullen Would Include…

Rosalie Cullen x Wolf!Reader

Going to Harvard With Rosalie Hale Would Include…

Rosalie Hale Saving Human Reader Would Include…

Being Rosalie Hale’s Adoptive Daughter Would Include…

Being a Werewolf and Dating Rosalie Cullen Would Include…

Esme Cullen Saving You Would Include…

Being Esme Cullen’s Long Lost Daughter Would Include…

Being Adopted By the Cullen Family and Imprinting on Kate Would Include…

Kate Denali x Wolf!Reader

Tanya Denali x wolf!Reader

Being a Werewolf and Imprinting On Tanya Would Include…

Carmen Denali Saving You Would Include…

Dating Bella Swan Would Include…

Being Jacob Black’s Sister and Imprinting On Alice Cullen Would Include…

MCU

Being Bucky Barnes’ Sister and Falling For Peggy Carter Would Include…

Dating Carol Danvers Would Include….

Carol Danvers Realizing You’re Abused Would Include…

Dom!May Parker Being Jealous Would Include…

Dating May Parker Would Include…

Being Okoye’s Sister and Falling For Ramonda Would Include…

DCEU

Teen Wolf

Going From Best Friends to Lovers With Lydia Martin Would Include…

Lydia Martin Having a Crush on You Would Include…

Dating Allison Argent Would Include…

Choices (Game)

Dating Hana Would Include…

Dating Kamilah Sayeed Would Include…

Being in a Secret Relationship With Ina Kingsley Would Include…

Westworld

Dating Dolores Abernathy Would Include…

Other

Being Daenarys Targaryen’s Sister and Ruling Together Would Include…

Meeting Catelyn Stark and Falling In Love Would Include…

Having a Crush on Elizabeth Keene Would Include…

Dating Love Quinn Would Include…

Dating Peach Salinger Would Include…

Dating Jamie Moriarty Would Include…

First Time With Adena El Amin Would Include…

Kat Edison Hearing You Sing For the First Time Would Include…

Dating Rosa Diaz and Getting Shot Would Include…

Rachel Berry Introducing You to Her Mom Would Include…

Fics:

MCU

Lost Light (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

Moving In (Carol Danvers x Reader)

Glass Castle (Maria Hill x Reader)

The Avengers Meeting (Maria Hill x Reader fic)

Best Laid Plans (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

Worry (Carol Danvers x Kara Danvers x Reader)

NSFW Alphabet List (Hope Van Dyne)

DCEU

A Jealous Goddess (Diana Prince x Reader)

Criminal Minds

Arrowverse

Thorn At My Side (Leslie Willis aka “Livewire” x Reader)

Giving In (Laurel Lance x Reader)

Holiday Present (Laurel Lance x Dinah Drake)

NSFW Alphabet List (Dinah Drake)

Telling the Truth (Dinah Drake x Reader)

Telling the Truth (Part 2)

NSFW Alphabet List (Laurel Lance)

Couch Date (Kara Danvers x Emma Swan)

TVD/The Originals/Legacies

First Kiss (Hope Mikaelson x Reader)

Westworld

A Trip To the Park (Dolores Abernathy x Reader)

Quick, Kiss Me! (Dolores Abernathy x Reader)

NSFW Alphabet List (Dolores Abernathy)

A Trip To the Park (Dolores Abernathy x Reader)

Other

Back To You (Erica Reyes x Reader)

Ten Minutes and Thirty Years (Shirley Crain x Reader)

The Protector (Vinda Rosier x Reader)

A New Beginning (Rosalie Cullen x Reader)

NSFW Alphabet List (Theo Crain)

Buried Emotions (Nell Crain x Theo Crain x Reader)

Old Friends (Chuck Bartowski x Reader)

[tweedlydumbtweedlydoo]

Outer Banks // Actors at the bottom

John B Routledge 

Imagines (x reader): 

You end up pregnant and because John B’s life was already hard, you didn’t want to make it any worse so you keep it from him. However, after a tense night at the boneyard, everything comes slipping out.

You’re the mom friend of the group.

You’re Kiara’s sister (younger by a year) and try to hide your feelings for John B. // Part 2

You’re John B’s girlfriend and JJ’s younger sister. They try to teach you how to surf, but it goes south and you end up hurt. They both feel guilty and wait on you hand and foot. (xMaybank!reader)

Your first date with John B 

You and John B had something going, then Sarah Cameron came into the picture and well, you lay it out on the table for him; you or Sarah Cameron

You and John B sneak around.

After JJ steals the money from Barry, he takes his revenge out on his little sister which drives a wedge between John B and JJ. (xMaybank!reader)

John B gets injured and you have to care for him. (xMaybank!reader)

Your dad takes his pent up anger out on you, leaving you badly injured, but you manage to make it to John B’s before passing out. (xMaybank!reader)

You get shot by your jealous ex. 

You get injured in a surfing accident. 

You and John B go get slushies, but come back with purple tongues. 

JJ Maybank 

Series: 

Not Perfect (x reader) *completed 

Not Mine (x reader) *completed  

Imagines (x reader): 

You’re new to the OBX and decide to attend a party at the Boneyard after overhearing about it and a certain pogue takes a liking to you.  

Your family is new to the country club and when you go to the Midsummer’s party, you see some boys ganging up on another, and step in.

You’re pregnant and before you can tell JJ, his dad finds out first.

JJ begins to doubt your love for him.

You’re hanging around with the pogues and when you sneeze, the pogues gush about how cute it is, which angers you but your grumpy face is even cuter, especially to JJ Maybank.

He gets jealous of your close relationship with John B, but the two of you are just friends.

You and John B have been best friends since you were in diapers and you’re JJ’s girlfriend. They don’t include you when going to find the gold at Mrs. Crains house because they are protective over you, especially JJ. You find this out after overhearing them and see the gold in their hands, which results in a big argument and you walking out on the pair.

You get held hostage by Barry because of what happened when Barry tried to steal the gold and when JJ stole his money.

You’re Kie’s adopted sister and in love with JJ, but JJ is in love with Kie. (Also a Pope Heyward x reader) 

You and JJ are best friends but have feelings for each other. One of you gets jealous over something silly and it ends in argument where you two confess your feelings. 

You get caught up in Ward Cameron’s games and believe there’s no way out. JJ saves the day.

You’re a kook but only associate with Sarah Cameron. After she gets involved with John B, you’re introduced to the rest of the pogues and catch JJ’s eye with how shy and different you are from the other kooks. // PART 2 

A relaxing beach day turns into a horrible one with a few mean words from some kooks about your body. Over the next couple of weeks, JJ begins to notice a difference in your eating habits. 

JJ gets protective when a guy flirts with you. 

You and JJ have a pregnancy scare.

JJ receives a call in the middle of the night that gets him out of bed rather quickly and when he arrives, he’s wide awake and ready to fight someone that hurt “his” girl.  // PART 2 

You and JJ’s first day in your new apartment together. 

You and JJ are caught making out by the rest of the pogues. 

You’re obsessed with puzzles and while finishing one, JJ begins to feel left out and wants attention. 

You meet JJ’s dad for the first time and say something to him about how badly he treats JJ.

JJ saves your life. 

You and the pogues are having a day out on the boat and the heat gets to you. 

A rumor spreads about you and JJ at a party. 

JJ arrives at your house in the dead of night with bruises and cuts.

JJ gets wasted at a party and you have to take care of him. 

JJ comes over for dinner because your parents want to meet him. However, they begin to insult him and you have to defend him. 

You have an accident and have to go to the hospital. 

You save JJ’s life. 

You find out you’re pregnant and have to to tell JJ.

JJ being a dad to your little blond haired blue eyed little girl. (technically a part 2 to the one above this, but can be read as a stand alone!)

 You’re the one who gets hurt when fighting the captain instead of JJ. 

After serving his sentence, Luke is out of jail and comes to you and JJ hoping to reconcile and meet his grandkids.

You and JJ are secretly dating and you end up pregnant. Everyone knows except your brother. How will he react when he finds out?  (JJ Maybank x Routledge!reader) 

While locked in the shipping container you have a panic attack and JJ has to calm you down. 

You’re a kook and protect JJ from the other kooks. However, your fellow kook friends don’t take to kindly to your protection for the pogue. 

Luke hurts you. 

You’re the new girl and catch the eye of a certain blonde hair blue eyed stud. 

JJ overhears you and your father talking about your future and during a flustered moment, you drop the coffee cup and shatter it. JJ comes to your rescue and helps you realize, you needed to stand up to your father. 

After getting into an argument with JJ over how he keeps starting fights with the Kooks, the pogues take JJ out for some space while you stay at the chateau. However, while the pogues are gone, Rafe and the other kooks come looking for revenge on JJ, but find you and take it out on you instead. 

You and JJ get in a huge fight, resulting in your breakup. However, when you find yourself in a horrible predicament on the kook side of town, you call JJ. Will he come to your rescue?

You show up to the HMS Pogue wearing JJ’s long sleeve grey t shirt and red/grey hat.

You get the news that your brother was killed in a drunk driving accident and you have a breakdown.

It’s your birthday and you aren’t expecting anything, but your boyfriend JJ has something planned.

You and JJ take a road trip.

(xRoutledge!reader) You and JJ know you can’t really be together but that doesn’t mean the feelings won’t come rushing out eventually. You and JJ can’t help but be drawn to each other. 

After multiple run ins with harassment from Rafe, JJ finds out what has been going on and doesn’t like it one bit. #protective JJ 

It wouldn’t be summer unless you spent it with your cousin Sarah on the OBX. Unfortunately this summer includes Sarah’s boyfriend John B and his goons that call themselves the Pogues. However, you and JJ don’t hit off right away and immediately the hatred for each other is shown. 

Rafe Cameron 

Series: 

Mistake (x reader) *Completed 

Imagines (x reader): 

You’re short and Rafe teases you about it.

After you catch your boyfriend, JJ cheating with Kie and find out the rest of the pogues knew it was happening, you decide their friendship wasn’t what you thought it was and find an unforeseen solace with the biggest kook of all, Rafe Cameron.

Yacht date with Rafe to the mainland for a fancy dinner and some shopping

You’re the pogue princess, aka John B’s little sister, and Rafe has fallen head over heels for you. How will Rafe react to his newfound feelings, especially when he sees you as Kie’s date to the Midsummer party?

Rafe sees you post something on tiktok with the trend ‘my body different’ and reminds you that you’re perfect to him.

You and Rafe go on vacation together.

You go and confront Barry behind Rafe’s back and it ends badly.

You and Rafe go to a party and Rafe gets jealous.

You and Rafe are dating in secret. One day the kooks see the two of you out and are mean to you. He doesn’t defend you and lets them trample all over you. You break up with him on the spot and ignore him. Then one day at a party in front of everyone, he confesses his love for you.

You’re pregnant and mess with all your friends at various times to see how they would react to you going into labor. (based on One Tree Hill S8 x E17)

Rafe has nowhere else to go after Ward kicks him out of the house and he finds himself on the doorstep of your house. What will the rest of the pogues think of your new roommate?

You and Rafe get into a small argument and when a storm (you HATE storms) rolls into the Outer Banks, he still comes over to make sure you’re okay. 

You are invited to Ward Cameron’s party as your best friend Sarah’s plus one. The only problem is Sarah’s brother, Rafe, who also happens to be your ex. Rafe gets drunk and you’re left to care for him. 

*short blurb* You call Rafe cute and he gets all blushy.

(x Maybank!reader) You are secretly dating Rafe and when JJ finds out about his little sister’s secret, he becomes a protective older brother.  

Rafe finally admits to you that he needs help.

(x Maybank!reader)  You’re pregnant with Rafe Cameron’s child. *2 different endings in this fic 

You and Rafe buy your first home together and get to make it yours.

Pope Heyward

Imagines (x reader):

You’re Kie’s adopted sister and in love with JJ, but JJ is in love with Kie.’

You and Pope are secretly dating. You two finally come clean when the pogues catch you making out at the Midsummer’s party.

You and Pope have been dating for a while and you want to take the next step, but Pope is super nervous and turns to JJ & John B for advice. He gets super overwhelmed with all the new information and freaks out and you have to calm him down.

Pope tries to ask you out multiple times but something or someone always interrupts. When he does finally ask, it’s rushed because he’s nervous and scared that something will interrupt him again.  

You’re JJ’s twin sister and take the fall for Pope instead of JJ.

You and Pope like each other but he’s too shy to do anything about it.

Kiara Carrera

Imagines (x reader):

You’re Kie’s best friend visiting for the summer. Truth is, you and Kie are more than friends, however the rest of the pogues don’t know that.

You and Kie’s first official date.

You and and Kie are dating but no one knows but the pogues. That changes after you get arrested for assault after fighting a few kook girls for talking crap about Kie.

You and Kie try to make plans for their one year anniversary but everything seems to be getting in the way so the pogues step in and do something for them instead

You and Kie are secretly dating but after finding out, your parents kick you out and Kie’s parents take you in.

ACTORS OF OUTER BANKS 

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Jonathan Daviss (Pope Heyward)

Imagines (x reader): 

You’re Chase’s friend and get introduced to the other cast members. You catch the eyes of Jonathan Daviss and Rudy Pankow, oh who will you choose??

Drew Starkey (Rafe Cameron)

Imagines (x reader): 

You and Drew are hooking up/FWB and you decide you want more.

You meet his family for the first time. 

It is you and Drew’s anniversary and you surprise him on set. 

You and the cast have a relaxing day at the beach and you catch the eyes of a certain cast member.

You and Drew are head over heels in love, but when he gets the role in Outer Banks and you get into a program at your dream school, what will happen to the two of you? 

Grey’s Anatomy characters x obx actors cross over. You’re a doctor and starting your internship at Seattle Grace Hospital. You and Drew have a fight about you working too much and the argument ends in breaking things off.

You and Drew are secretly dating, and someone hacks his phone and releases photos of the two of you. 

Rudy Pankow (JJ Maybank) 

Imagines (x reader): 

You and Rudy play the Maybank siblings on the Outer Banks and are good friends off set. Rudy comforts you after your boyfriend cheats on you. 

You begin receiving rude messages from fans after posting a photo of you and Rudy. You’ve been talking with him and he can tell something is wrong.

You and Rudy are in an acting class together and have to kiss in one of the scenes.

You and Rudy have a teenage daughter and Rudy finds a boy sneaking into your daughter’s room one night.

Rudy has unspoken feelings for you and finally gains the courage to tell you. However to help with the nervousness, he has a little too much to drink and you end up having to take care of him all night.

Rudy gets a hot new costar that will be playing JJ’s new love interest in the new season of Outer Banks and you get jealous. 

Chase Stokes (John B Routledge) 

Imagines (x reader): 

You and Chase are stressed about everything going on with COVID-19 and all the plans you two had.

He and Maddie didn’t work out, but are still good friends. There’s some awkward tension and annoyance when he introduces you as his new girlfriend.

You’re Madelyn Cline’s sister and fall for Chase; her boyfriend. 

*NOT MY GIFS, CREDIT TO OWNERS 

[hellimagines]

Collateral -- JJ Maybank (Part One)

Masterlist

Summary: JJ’s stunt with Barry bites him in the ass when the angry drug dealer kidnaps you and decides you’re JJ’s collateral for the stolen money.

Warnings: kidnapping, violence, angst, mentions of child abuse and drug use

Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!Routledge!reader

Word Count: 4,800+

A/N: I started writing this after binge-watching Outer Banks, and before I knew what was happening, I had written 20 pages of this and hadn’t even gotten to the climax… So, this has clearly been broken up into parts. I have part two already finished, and I’m almost finished with part three, but I’m not uploading them tonight because I want this to see the light of day first, and gain some love before I do anything. Please let me know what you guys think of this! I know there isn’t a lot of mushy-feely stuff in this chapter, and it’s mainly angst but, I had so much fun writing this, so please give it a chance and tell me what you think. Also, it’s canon divergent because I tweaked the DCS storyline and everything after John B. finds the first gold bar.

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Your shift at The Wreck had been a long and strenuous one, more so than usual, because Kie hadn’t shown up for her night shift which left you to pull a double and cover for her. In your opinion, the nighttime customers were always worse than the morning customers since they typically consisted of kooks and tourons who expected the best of the best and nothing less. You had a short fuse, similar to your boyfriend, and would often get snippy with customers who complained about trivial things: their drinks having too much ice, their salad too much dressing, or their Chef’s Board not enough cheese or the wrong kind of cheese. Kie’s dad kept you on morning and afternoon shifts as much as possible due to the locals of The Cut coming to the cafe during those times, and your ability to make them feel at home while they ate their toast and sipped their coffee. So, having to work a night shift unexpectedly without a break from your morning shift left you feeling exhausted and detached from the world.

As peeved as you were with Kie for pulling a no-call-no-show, you were more worried than anything; especially when you noticed JJ wasn’t waiting outside to walk home with you like he normally was. You hadn’t heard from any of the other pogues since yesterday, when you had to go to work and they went over to Crain Mansion in search of the gold. You would’ve gone with them, but you couldn’t risk missing another day of work and possibly being fired. After your shift yesterday (and noticing the lack of blond curls outside the cafe), you had headed home with the plan to meet up with your friends and learn of any new updates--but, when you arrived, nobody was there. You waited around for the rest of the day, but when 10 o’clock rolled around and nobody had shown, you retreated to your bedroom and fell asleep. When you had woken up around 5 a.m to get ready for your shift at work, you were relieved to find JJ curled around you fast asleep, and your brother, Sarah, Kie, and Pope passed out together on the futon in the living room. They had a pot cradled between the four of them, but you thought nothing of it as you got ready for work. You left behind a note, asking them to stop by The Wreck when they woke up to fill you in on whatever you had missed, but they had never shown up. 

Now, as you locked up The Wreck at the end of your 10 o’clock shift and waved to the cooks and other wait staff as you all parted ways, your worry only increased. The Cut was warm and humid as you made your way toward the chateau, forcing you to shed your work shirt in favor of the tanktop laying beneath. Your hair was pulled into a high-pony, and while it had been sleek and put together at 6 o’clock this morning, you now had frizzed strands falling into your face and the bottom of your hair was sticky from an exploded champagne bottle earlier that night. Your feet ached and your hips felt unbalanced from the constant speed-walking and maneuvering around tables and patrons, and you wanted nothing more than to collapse against JJ in your room and sleep for a solid 12 hours straight. Before you could do that, though, you had to continue your thirty-minute walk to said paradise and make sure everyone was okay. 

As you left the hustle and bustle surrounding The Wreck and the docks, and ventured further into The Cut, you felt the tension beginning to ease out of your body at the familiar surroundings. As much as you loved The Wreck, you were not a fan of the kooks and tourons that migrated there throughout the night, bothering you during and after your shifts. As expected, the night held the worst of the batch, with alcohol and other drugs filtering their systems and giving them loose tongues and firm hands. Even though you could handle yourself and those who tried making a move on you, you never felt at ease or safe while leaving The Wreck; unless JJ or your friends were with you and you didn’t have to check over your shoulder every few feet. Crossing the imaginary threshold between The Wreck and The Cut always eased your mind, allowing you to slow your steps and cease checking your shoulder. This was also primarily because on The Cut, people knew who you were--not only as a waitress, a pogue, or (Y/N) Routledge, but as ‘JJ Maybank’s girl’. It pissed you off to no-end that people referred to you as ‘JJ’s girl’ more than your own name and you’d often chew people out on it, but you couldn’t deny the protection (and love and warmth and all-things-JJ) it gave you. You and JJ had been dating for two years, and while you loved him more than life and he loved you more than surfing, you often wished you could be seen as your own person: as (Y/N). Regardless of your annoyance at being solely known as JJ’s girl, as you walked the barely-lit streets of The Cut in nothing but a tank top and shorts, you were appreciative of your unofficial title. Very few people were walking around this late at night, but those who were offered you a simple nod or kept their eyes trained on the ground as you passed by, a complete contrast to the tourons near The Wreck. You expected this to continue until you reached your house, no longer looking over your shoulder for an unwanted kook or a touron that didn’t know the rules. 

You turned another corner, now only fifteen minutes away from home, and rolled your shoulders to try and release some of the built-up tension you gained from your shift as you walked. You closed your eyes for a brief moment, letting your muscles relax and a gentle breeze from the ocean to cloud your senses. Just as you were about to open your eyes and continue forward, you heard footsteps approaching you from behind. Your eyes shot open and your body turned but before you could see who it was, you felt the barrel of a gun press against your lower back. The metal was cold against your tank top as it dug into you, the owner’s hand coming up to grab your shoulder and keep you from moving away. 

“Maybank shouldn’t be leaving his things unattended, especially ones as pretty as you,” a voice muttered into your ear, jabbing the gun harshly into your spine. You froze, trying to place the voice to a face as you heard a vehicle approach and stop beside you.

“I’m not a thing, actually,” you retorted, keeping the fear out of your voice as the man behind you jerked you forward toward the black SUV. The backdoor swung open, but you couldn’t see who was driving it or if there was anyone else waiting for you inside. “What do you want? JJ isn’t his dad, whatever Luke’s done to piss you off is his own problem, not ours.”

The man laughed sharply in your ear as he shoved you forward, causing you to drop your shirt and tumble off the sidewalk, and your torso to fall into the backseat. You yelled out when the man grabbed your legs and pushed your body into the car, your body bending painfully as he slid in beside you. The door slammed shut and the man backed you into the corner of the SUV, caging your body against the door. Your hand shot down to the door handle, yanking on it to open the door and let you fall out, but it didn’t budge. 

“Child lock, snowball. You’re not going anywhere.” 

You looked up, finally able to see the man’s face as he grinned down at you. His grill shined each time the SUV passed under a streetlight and the black hair dangling in his face tickled your nose from how close he was. Instantly, you brought your foot up and kicked him in the stomach, pushing him away from you as you struggled to sit up. 

“What the fuck do you want, Barry?” you snapped while the dealer across from you laughed loudly and held onto his stomach. 

He smirked at you, “I forgot how much of a kicker you were, snowball.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have been tryin’ to sell blow to fucking 8th graders,” you shot back, glaring at him. “Now tell me what the fuck you want.”

He raised his hands in surrender, the smirk never falling from his face. “I want my fucking money back. You little shits stole 25k from my goddamn house.”

“What the fuck are you on about? The last time I went to your shithole was a year ago to buy an 8ball,” you scoffed. 

“And while I do miss the revenue you brought me during your time as a cokehead, I’m not talking about you, snowball. Your boy, your brother, your brother’s new whore, the ex-kook, and Heyward’s son stole from me. I know you’re too smart and levelheaded to pull a stunt like that, and the ex-kook and her boyfriend have too much going for them to fuck it up by crossing me. This means it was either your boy or your brother,” Barry explained, his jaw tight with anger as he spoke.

“First of all, Kie and Pope have names. Second of all, they’re not dating. Third of all, what makes you think it wasn’t Sarah? From what I’ve heard, the Cameron’s have a history of robbing you blind.”

“Because my sister is too much of a pansy to pull a stunt like this, and she doesn’t even know who the fuck Barry is.” Your head shot up at the new voice, and you made eye contact with Rafe in the rearview mirror. “You dirty pogues have corrupted my sister.”

“I see someone’s been bitched,” you chuckled with a roll of your eyes. Rafe’s foot slammed on the break and caused you to slam into the back of the passenger seat with an oomph. He turned around, his arm already raised to throw a punch, when Barry grabbed it first.

“Chill the fuck out, Country Club. Can’t go beaten on her just yet. Now hurry the fuck up and get us to the hanger.” Rafe’s nostrils flared at Barry’s demand, and after a moment of his fist flexing in Barry’s hold, Rafe relented. He jerked his arm back and continued driving in silence. “Don’t piss off the driver, snowball,” Barry tsked, waving his finger in your face.

“Look, why would JJ or Birdie steal 25 thousand dollars from you? You know how much JJ despises you and your business because of what it’s done to his dad and the hole I fell into last year, and my brother doesn’t even know who the hell you are. It doesn’t make any sense.” 

Barry chuckled, “I see they’ve kept you in the dark. Did they tell you about the gold they found? That they tried pawning off to me this morning?” At the frown on your face and your furrowed brows, Barry laughed even harder. “Oh yeah, they brought in a seven-pound chunk of gold to the shop this morning. Offered ‘em a cashier’s check worth a couple thousand, but your boy is quite the negotiator. So, I sent them to the warehouse for the cash they wanted.”

“And let me take a wild-fucking-guess: on their way, you jumped them, stole the gold, and left them with nothing but dirt under their nails?” 

Barry grinned at your words, his tongue sliding over his grill as he laughed. “See, this is why they should’ve brought you along! Would’ve saved them from all the trouble they’ve gotten themselves into.” 

You rolled your eyes, “Well fuck, no wonder they stole from you. You stole from them first, Barry. An eye for a fucking eye, it’s the way of the jungle ‘round here. It’s the only damn law you follow.”

“You’re right, it is the only law I follow. Which is why you’re here, snowball. You see, before I could complete my task, they jumped me and stole my wallet and the gold. You’re smart, I bet you’re starting to see the problem now. No gold, no wallet, no 25k,” Barry seethed, the smirk falling from his face as he leaned forward, pushing you back into the corner of the seat. “JJ Maybank stole from me, plain as day. If I had seven pounds of gold in my hand it would be different, I wouldn’t be as pissed. But, you see, I don’t. So, as you said, it’s an eye for an eye. And what better to steal from JJ Maybank, than the only thing he cares about? The only thing he owns?”

“He doesn’t own me, so jot that down.”

Barry threw his head back and laughed loudly, shooting an unnerving feeling down your spine. Rafe laughed along, though anyone could tell it was forced as his eyes darted from the mirror to the road. “This entire goddamn island knows that he owns you, snowball, and you damn well know it too. Which means until I get my money back, you’re my collateral.”

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The bruises decorating JJ’s torso ached with each step he took, but he had to keep moving toward the chateau: he had to prove to the others that he was good. He had to prove that he could do the right thing with the money he stole. Even if his dad couldn’t do the right thing, and wouldn’t let him back in the house without another beating, JJ could do the right thing and be good. Even if he stole the money it didn’t matter, because Barry stole his life, and Barry didn’t deserve the money, and Barry wasn’t good. The money would pay off his restitution, and you wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore and Pope wouldn’t have to feel guilty or worry about it anymore, either. Nobody would have to worry about him anymore, and it would all be good. 

But as JJ limped up the chateau’s steps, repeating to himself that, ‘it was all good, he was good, and everything would be good,’  he wasn’t expecting for the screen door to slam open and for John B. to body slam him into the ground. The blue thermos shot from his grip as he was flung down the stairs, and JJ couldn’t bite back his scream of pain when his already-aching body slammed into the dirt. He didn’t get a second to gather his bearings before John B. was pummeling his fists into his stomach and his arms and his face and anywhere else he could land a hit. JJ couldn’t even lift his legs to fight off his best friend from beating on his twice-battered body.

“This all your fault!” John B. screamed, his face an angry red as tears and spit rained down onto JJ. “He took her because of you!” He ceased his punches only to wrap his hands around JJ’s throat, squeezing and pressing down in an attempt to strangle the life out of his best friend.

Faintly, JJ could hear Pope, Kie, and Sarah screaming, but he couldn’t understand what they were saying. His entire body felt cold but his head felt hot, and the buzzing in his ears was growing louder and louder until it was all he could hear. He could see John B.’s face above him, his lips moving as he screamed and sobbed, and JJ could see his own blood splattered on his best friend’s jaw and shirt. Black spots began to dance in front of his eyes, moving inward until he could only see the murderous rage filling John B.’s eyes. Just as the darkness settled over him, he felt John B.’s weight lift off of him and air came rushing back into his lungs. For a few seconds, all JJ could do was choke on the air whilst his body convulsed, and someone rolled him onto his side in a desperate hurry.

“-eathe, breathe JJ, come on.” Someone was talking to him, rubbing their hand up and down his back as he continued to shake. He still couldn’t see anything and he couldn’t tell who was talking to him and rubbing his back and all he really wanted to do was blackout for a bit. A harsh slap against the center of his back had other plans, causing the air to finally force itself into his lungs. JJ began to cough violently, continuing to choke on the air that was now entering his body. He tried pushing himself to his knees as he dry-heaved onto the ground, but his shaking arms and legs were too weak to support him.

Pope was yelling in the background, “Chill the fuck out, JB! You almost killed him!”, his voice bringing JJ’s senses back to where they belonged. 

“He fucking deserves it! He’s the reason she’s gone!” John B. yelled back, his voice deeper than JJ could remember. JJ blinked a few times, trying to focus on the bloody grass in front of him while his two friends continued fighting in the distance. 

“Hey, just keep breathing,” the person helping him - who JJ now recognized as Kie - soothed, pulling his sweaty hair out of his face as more blood dribbled from his lips. She was upset, JJ could tell by the way her hands were shaking and the sound of wet sniffles every few seconds. He opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, who John B. was talking about, but all that came out was a harsh wheeze from his burning lungs and even more blood. “Don’t- don’t say anything. Please, JJ, just… just breathe for a few minutes,” Kie whimpered before a sob slipped from her lips. 

He did as she asked and allowed his eyes to close, his body sinking into the ground as he focused on regulating his breathing. After a few minutes, JJ could hear John B. storm inside the chateau, kicking JJ’s crumpled body on his way up the stairs.

“John B., stop it!” Sarah yelled as she followed him inside. 

Pope came and knelt in front of JJ, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to help him sit up. “You fucked up, JJ, worse than I ever thought possible,” Pope sighed as he adjusted JJ against the railing. 

“What-” JJ broke off to cough into his fist, ignoring the blood that splattered across his hand, “what happened?” His voice was hoarse and barely understandable, but Kie and Pope knew what he was saying. 

“You stole twenty-five-thousand dollars from a drug dealer. One of the most nefarious drug dealers on this island, that’s what happened,” Kie said, standing up and pacing in front of the blond. “What did you think was gonna happen, JJ? That he’d let it go?”

“What did he take? The HMS Pogue?” JJ rasped, looking up at his friends in confusion. “(Y/N)’ll be pissed, but we can get it back, or I’ll buy her and John B. a new one with the money.” His thoughts didn’t make sense inside of his pounding head, but he still voiced them regardless. 

“How are you so stupid?” Pope yelled, causing JJ to flinch as the other to shot to his feet. “Why would John B. try to kill you over a boat? Don’t you think (Y/N) would be out here yelling at you, too?”

“My girl doesn’t yell, you know that, Pope,” JJ shook his head. “She’s got work and the boat- the boat is all they’ve got left of Big John,” JJ said, coughing a few times. His head was foggy and his vision was still blurry, so he couldn’t see the mentioned boat sitting on the dock to his left.

“No, JJ,” Kie sighed, “Barry didn’t take the HMS. He took (Y/N). He left a note on the van--he wants his money back, plus the gold, and an extra 5k in exchange for (Y/N). He’ll be back in a week to make the trade.”

“He didn’t say what he’d do to her if we don’t give him what he wants but… it’s not something that needs to be said,” Pope whispered as he carefully watched for JJ’s reaction.

A cold chill fell over JJ, causing him to shiver violently despite the warm temperature outside. “You’re lying,” he spat, forcing himself to his feet. Pope and Kie backed up, steering clear of his sudden burst of energy. “You’re fucking lying, she’s not- she’s not gone, he didn’t lay a fucking finger on her. Barry knows better. You just… you just want me to return the money, that’s it, she’s fine, she’s inside right now, she’s-”

“JJ, stop, please,” Kie cried as JJ spun around, tripping over himself in his haste to run up the stairs. Pope grabbed ahold of him before he could make it very far, pulling him away from the house and John B.’s anger. JJ flailed in his grasp, but he was too weak from the lack of oxygen and two beatings his body had just endured, to fight Pope off. 

“She’s fine!” he screamed, not noticing the tears that were falling from his eyes. “I told her I would protect her, I promised nobody would ever lay a finger on her! She’s inside, and she’s fine--Barry didn’t fucking touch my girl, you’re lying,” he sobbed, straining against Pope’s hold on his biceps.

“Why would we lie about this?” Kie yelled back, suddenly overwhelmed with having to watch JJ fall apart like this in front of her. “Why would your best fucking friend try and beat you to death if it wasn’t true? Why would the gold have been included in the letter? Huh JJ? Do you think (Y/N) would have ever gone along with something like this?” she screamed, her voice hoarse from crying as well.

“We’re telling the truth, JJ. She’s gone,” Pope said, holding onto JJ even tighter as his thrashing momentarily increased. 

JJ let the words wash over him, the truth of his mistake settling deep in his bones. The guilt, and the grief, and the anger weighed him down, and before he could stop himself, he let out a deep, guttural, inhumane scream of agony. Pope couldn’t hold him up anymore as JJ’s knees gave out, his entire body collapsing to the ground while he screamed. His throat burned more than it had before and he didn’t notice when his voice gave out, leaving him a mess on the floor with spit and blood dribbling from his gaping mouth. Pope cradled JJ to his chest, crying into his best friend’s shoulder while Kie fell beside the two, trying to get JJ to breathe again through her own tears.

--

Half an hour later, you were pulling up beside a hanger at the very back of a storage facility. You knew kooks used this area to store their boats, planes, cars, and other expensive things when they weren’t intending to be used in the near future--so you weren’t surprised when Rafe got out of the van and opened up the hanger, revealing a vintage boat and a handful of different furniture. With hurricane season already underway, and summer having begun, you knew kooks weren’t going to be visiting the storage facility very often, meaning there wasn’t a high hope that someone would stumble across you. 

“Welcome to your new home, snowball,” Barry leered, before opening the backdoor and dragging you out of the SUV. He kept the gun pressed against your waist while leading you into the hanger, leaving Rafe to pull the SUV around the corner. It was cold inside, much colder than you were expecting, and you had to fight to keep a shiver from trickling down your spine. “You and I are gonna be real comfortable in here for the next week, maybe longer if your boy doesn’t come through.”

‘He’ll come through’, you thought to yourself, worry spiking inside of you at the mention of JJ. You looked over your shoulder as Rafe came into the hanger and loudly pulled the door down behind him. “So, what? You’re just going to keep me locked up in here until you get what you want? I have a fucking job, Barry. I’ve already called out enough as it is, pulling a no-call-no-show for an entire week is going to get me fired.”

Barry reeled around to stare at you, an incredulous look on his face. “I’ve just kidnapped you and held you at gunpoint, and you’re worried about your damn job?” he asked, waving the gun in front of your face for emphasis.

“Uh, yeah, no shit. My job is the only reason DCS hasn’t snatched me and my brother into the system. Mr. Carrera has agreed to help us maneuver a few technicalities with DCS--so long as I take on extra shifts when needed, and show the fuck up. Plus, a week’s worth of zero tips means bills won’t be paid and stomachs won’t be fed,” you scoffed, knocking the gun away from your face.

“I don’t think you understand the situation you’re in, snowball-”

“Ay, nuh-uh, Country Club. Get your own nickname,” Barry cut in, prompting you to raise your eyebrows.

“But you-”

“Nope. Get your own.”

Rafe paused, glaring down at you in thought, before nodding to himself. “I don’t think you understand the situation you’re in, Maybitch-”

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” you groaned, pressing your fingers to your forehead in exasperation. ‘It’s got a nice ring to it, though, and JJ would eat it up… Could even get a laugh out of Pope, I bet,’ you couldn’t help but think.

Barry knocked the gun against Rafe’s shoulder, shutting him up with a look of annoyance. “Your boy has gotten himself in a lotta trouble, 25k worth of trouble. So until I get my fucking money, you’re not going anywhere,” Barry simplified.

You pouted in mock disappointment, “Could you at least write a note to my boss?” Barry groaned with a roll of his eyes before he nodded his head at Rafe and directed him toward something you couldn’t see. “Look, I’m gonna be honest with you, Bear. JJ and the others have probably spent the money already. JJ’s got restitution to pay, Pope has an interview he needs a suit for, Kie’s been wanting a new surfboard, and Birdie’s been wanting to fix up our boat with somethin’ pretty. There’s no way they’d let 25 thousand dollars burn a hole in their pockets.”

Barry chuckled darkly with a shake of his head and turned your body around. He forced you to face the spot he had sent Rafe to, where you saw a metal chair bolted to the ground with Rafe stood beside it. He held a boat chain, a lock, and zip ties in his hands and a wicked grin was cracked along his face. Barry moved your ponytail out of the way so he could lean his chin on your shoulder, taking satisfaction in the way your body trembled. “Trust me, snowball, after they see how well you’ve been treated at Hotel Barry, they’ll find a way to get me my money. And you,” he paused to laugh softly in your ear, “you’ll be providing me all the information I need on where to find the rest of that gold.”

‘I’m so fucked.’

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Hangover- Theo Crain

Pairing: Theo Crain x Reader

Characters: Theo Crain

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 449

Author: Charlotte

It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for Theo to go out for most of a night and return stinking of alcohol. She wasn’t afraid of drinking more than her share and although sometimes it did worry you with how much she drank, you had seen that she cut down recently and was getting better. You couldn’t blame her for coming home in the early hours of the morning today or for the fact that she emptied her stomach over the bathroom floor, having missed the toilet.

There had only been a day of coming to terms with the fact that her baby sister Nellie was dead. Everyone grieved differently and Theo turned to alcohol and went out partying. She didn’t want to talk about death or her feelings, she wanted to be numb and pretend to be happy and seen as there hadn’t been anytime to rationalise her grieving process, you let her have the night.

You had barely slept, worried about her and then when she came home you were taking the roll of her nurse. You helped her into some fresh pyjamas, taking her to bed before going to clean up the bathroom and the complete mess that she had made. By the time you had disinfected every surface the morning sun was high in the sky and the day was beginning again. There was no point in going back to bed so instead made Theo some dry toast to help soak up the alcohol and grabbed some painkillers and water.

Making your way into your bedroom, you sat down on the edge of the bed, the tray of breakfast on your lap as you gently rubbed Theo’s arm to gain her attention. Theo grunted, rolling over to look at you with narrowed eyes. She still had some of her makeup on, you had struggled terribly in removing it when she returned, and her hair was still up, but now in a far messier state.

“Y/N,” she groaned. “My head hurts.”

You nodded your head. “That’s what happens when you drink too much.”

She let out another grunt, letting her head sink back into the pillow, hoping that you and her pain would disappear.

“You’re not going back to sleep yet,” you demanded. “Come on, eat something so that you can take your pain killers and hopefully it’ll help.”

Theo was reluctant but slowly sat up, taking the tray from you. She barely took one bite of the toast before she popped two of the pain killers and finished the rest of her water. It was going to be a long day but you didn’t care, you wanted to be there to support her through this trying time.

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Gut Feeling

Pairing: John B Routledge x Routledge!Reader (Sibling Dynamic)

Summary: (Requested) As your older brother, John B tends to decide what he thinks is best for the two of you. Disregarding your concerns about Ward Cameron, John B decides it would be best for the two of you to accept Ward’s offer to be your guardian. Later, John B learns that he should he really trust his sister’s instincts.

Note: I linked the request in the summary. I’ll be honest I don’t think I did your request justice but I tried really hard to put my head where yours was at! Hopefully you like it! Let me know!! 

Word Count: 3.8k

You and you brother are closer than most siblings. You think it’s because of how you were raised. Your mom abandoned you at a young age and your dad was inevitably neglectful from working back and forth between two jobs and spending most of his free time researching the Royal Merchant. That left you and John B to mostly fend for yourselves. With John B being a year older, you looked up to him as your best friend and protector. 

Due to the spike in conflict between you, the Pogues, and the Kooks, and now the square groupers coming for blood because of your dad’s compass, you’re constantly seeking comfort in your brother’s side, feeling unsafe whenever you’re not around him. It wasn’t always this way. But now that you know your dad most likely didn’t disappear on his own, and people are looking for you and your brother for the compass, you felt scared and alone. The police won’t help because they think you’re nothing but a couple of trouble makers living on the Cut. Now you’re spending the summer fearing every day for you life. 

It didn’t help that John B found himself in a scuffle with Topper and his girlfriend. Fighting with a couple of teenage Kooks should be the least of your problems, yet here you are, sitting on the edge of John B’s hospital bed.

Sarah’s here too and you wonder how deep her connection is with your brother. From what you know, they’ve only started hanging out a couple of days ago. And she’s still in a relationship with Topper, the kid who almost killed your brother. 

“John B,” You say sheepishly, feeling weird and shy with Sarah being in the room. Like you feel forgotten. “We should go before DCS finds us here.”

John B nods. “Okay, grab my stuff in the closet over there.”

You nod and turn to grab his clothes that the nurses stuffed in a transparent plastic bag. 

“Wait, maybe you should...” Sarah tries stopping John B out of concern for his well being. He was just diagnosed with a severe concussion and a broken wrist. She didn’t know how well he would do on his feet. 

“Hold on there, sport,” Ward Cameron walks in with his hands tucked into his pocket and a smirk on his lips. 

“Mr. Cameron...” John B says apprehensively and glances between him and Sarah. “What are you doing here?”

Ward explains that Sarah told him everything - how John B landed in the hospital because he was defending Sarah. How he was wrong for firing John B when he was honest with him from the get-go. 

“I’d like to make up for it if you let me,” Ward says, peaking your interest. “I talked to Sheriff Peterkin...and I’ve offered to be your legal guardian if you’ll have me.”

You swallow nervously and turn to John B for some insight as to what he was thinking. Something unsettling rolled in the pit of your stomach. Your instinct has always been to never trust a Kook. They only look out for themselves. It’s just how it goes on this island. Therefore, you can’t help but question Ward’s intention. Why would he take in two more kids when he already had three. 

John B looks between Sarah and Ward, but not you, and smiles at the offer. “Yeah, sure. Uh, sounds good.”

“John -”

“Okay,” Ward claps and cuts you off. “Then it’s settled. Welcome to the family.”

Sarah smiles excitedly down at your brother who offers the same grin. You feel Ward’s eyes on the side of your head as you look at the ground, suddenly feeling anxious about your new situation. Something didn’t feel right. You had a gut feeling. And usually, your gut is never wrong.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

Ward sets the two of you up in a room on the first floor. Until his second guest room is ready, you were asked to share a room with John B for the time being. Of course, you had no problem doing this. In fact, you wanted this, afraid of what might happen if you and John B were ever separated. You already felt a wall slipping in between you two. And that wall was Sarah Cameron. You didn’t want to thicken that separation even further. 

It sounds crazy, but that’s just how scared you were. 

“I don’t know about this, John B,” You say softly as the two of you unpack most of what you were able to bring from the Chateau. 

“Why? It’s a roof over our head, in Figure Eight, no less. The guy may be an arrogant douche, but he’s not evil,” John B says. He didn’t understand why you were so hesitant to move in when the other alternative is to keep running from DCS. 

“I don’t know. I just have a feeling...” You trail off when you come across a picture of you, John B, and your dad in a frame you tucked into your luggage. You focus on your dad’s smile and wonder what he would think of this - living on Figure Eight, pretending to be a Kook. “Just don’t leave me alone with him.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

Little did you know, Ward was eavesdropping right outside the room. He was about to check up on the both of you when he heard you talking. 

He clenches his teeth together and curses to himself. He didn’t like that you were apprehensive about his intentions - wondering just how far you were willing to divulge into your gut feeling. 

He pulls out his phone and texts the people working for him that are responsible for getting your room together, asking them to speed up the process for a bigger pay. Getting the two of you apart would be better for him, thinks.

After he sends the message, he walks into the room and greets the two fo you. He notices your small side step closer to John B, hiding half your body behind his back. You were shy, he notes, which makes him feel a little better about the situation. But how long until you convince John B or your other friends about him?

“Good news,” Ward says, looking at you. “Just got word from the interior designers. They think they can have your room ready by the weekend.”

“Oh,” You say and glance up at your brother. “That’s okay. I don’t mind staying in here.”

“Oh come on. What teenager doesn’t want their own room?” Ward says. When you open your mouth to defend yourself, he cuts you off, deciding to use the guilty trip instead. “I think you’ll like it. These people spend a lot of time and effort into making it perfect. Rose and Sarah even helped.”

Of course that did it for you. You didn’t want to come off as ungrateful or rude by saying you still didn’t want the room. After all, so many people were involved in getting it perfect for you. And it’s probably going to be the best room you’ve ever had. 

“Okay...” You say quietly. 

“Great,” Ward claps his hands, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders. The quicker he can keep you two apart, the better. “I’ll leave you two to unpacking. Dinner should be ready soon.”

When he walks out of the room, John B turns to look at you and says, “See? Harmless.”

Ward hears this and smirks to himself as he walks down the hallway.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

First night in your new room and it’s exactly how you expected it to be. Huge, beautiful, and filled with an abundance of new clothes and high tech furniture. In any other home, you’d be basking in the new luxuries presented to you, but right now, it felt like you were laying on a stack of needles. 

You couldn’t sleep, constantly feeling like you were being watched. You kept looking at the ceiling, checking every corner for cameras or microphones. You flinch with each creak in the hardwood floor, even though it was probably only Sarah and Wheezie walking down the hall to use the bathroom.  

Your heart was pounding in your chest and you began to sweat. Something didn’t feel right. You didn’t care if anyone in this house called you crazy. You knew something was wrong. 

So you pick up your pillow and quietly open your door. You check the dark hallway for any sign of late night stragglers, then quickly tip toe downstairs to your brother’s room. 

You tap on the door almost silently before opening it a crack. John B picks his head up, squinting at the light peaking into his room. 

“Johnny...” You whisper. 

“What?” His voice is groggy with sleep. 

“I can’t sleep.”

John B grunts and rolls over to the opposite side of the bed and pats his hand on the open mattress next to him. “Get in.”

You quickly close the door behind you and hide yourself under his covers. A shy blush rushes up to your cheeks in embarrassment, hating how dependent you felt on your brother. “Thank you.”

“Just don’t hog all the covers this time,” John B smirks in his pillow, making you kick him playfully in the thigh. “Ow!”

“Shh!” 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

Later that week, you, the Pogues, and Sarah found the gold in a hidden well tucked under the Crain house. Excitement and glee overwhelmed you. You finally felt like you were getting somewhere and finishing what your dad started. 

On your way home - home being Figure Eight - Ward walks out to greet the three of you after overhearing some of your conversation. Immediately the three you stop talking and pretend like you didn’t just make the biggest discovery of your life. 

“Hey,” Ward greets them. “Where have you guys been?” He didn’t expect you guys to tell him, but he wanted to see just how far he was able to push you. The plan was to get you to trust him, well, maybe not you. He figured you were too far confident in your decision not to trust him. John B’s visions, however, may be a little clouded still.

He listened to Sarah and John B lie about spending the day on the beach and visiting Kie at the Wreck. He observed the way you wouldn’t make eye contact with him and how you hid yourself behind Sarah and John B. You still didn’t trust him. And that put him on edge.

“You know, I was thinking about taking the boat out early tomorrow morning. Why don’t you join me? My buddy brought home a thirty pound striper just the other day.”

“Tomorrow?” John B scratches his head awkwardly. Tomorrow, the six of you were supposed to pull out the rest of the gold. “I don't know...”

“Oh come on. What else you have going on?” Ward smirks. “I’m sure Sarah and Y/N can survive a couple hours without you.”

“Um...” You say quietly. You don’t know how your feel about Ward taking John B out with nothing but open water surrounding them. 

“We’ll celebrate your freedom from DCS,” Ward says, again using the guilt trip, reminding John B of what Ward did for them.

John B sighs, knowing he did owe Ward everything. “Okay. Yeah. Sure.”

“Okay. It’s settled then,” Ward smiles, feeling a sense of accomplishment that his neck plan was in motion. “I won’t hold you up any longer. Go on and do whatever you kids do.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

The next morning, you wake up to John B’s alarm on the nightstand.The clock reads 3:15 A.M. and you heart immediately races with anxiety. You squeeze the covers around you in your fists and sit up as soon as John B does.

“Johnny -”

“You’ll be fine, Y/N,” John B sighs. You don’t know if he sounds tired or annoyed, but it makes you cower into yourself. 

“What if I came with you?” You whisper. 

“He didn’t ask you. He asked me,” John B says, somewhat enjoying the idea of being alone with Ward. It would give him a chance to really bond with his girlfriend’s father. To be more than just an employee to him. “Why are you so afraid of him?”

“There’s just something about him...” You trail off. “I don’t trust him. And I don’t like that we’re going to be apart.”

“You’re going to have to learn to live without me by your side 24/7 eventually. I can’t baby you all the time.”

“Baby me?” You repeat with a glare. The pit in your stomach grows with swirling nausea.

“Yeah. I get that I’m your older brother and all and I’m supposed to protect you, but you have to learn to take of yourself too.”

“I can take care of myself,” You say, but you don’t know who you’re trying to convince. Him or you.

“Then you should be fine without me today,” John B says before walking out the door to use the bathroom. “Now, go back to sleep. I’ll catch up with you guys later. If anything happens, just call me or the Pogues.”

You drop your head onto your pillow and let out a big huff of disappointment. Nonetheless, you shut your eyes and try to get a few more hours of sleep knowing you need to be well rested before pulling up hundred pounds of gold later tonight.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

When you woke up, Sarah was gone. She had to take Wheezie to her surfing lesson because Rose had a couple of her friends over for brunch served with expensive champagne and fruit cocktails. 

You hid yourself away in your room for most of the day, only letting yourself out when your stomach began to grumble and the sound of gossip disintegrated into nothing as the ladies left one by one.

You were constantly checking your phone, making sure John B never tried to call you with horrible news. You tried taking deep breaths throughout the day, telling yourself there was nothing to worry about. If John B felt safe, you should too, right?

Around 1 P.M., Rose walked into the kitchen after taking what sounded like a long phone call upstairs. You could tell something was wrong. She looked stressed, but you figured it was due to a lost pearl earring or dinner plans getting canceled. 

When you met her gaze, you offered a smile and quietly continued to bite on your toast. She grinned back, although her’s felt force. You didn’t want to pry, only for the sole fact that you didn’t think you could feign interest in whatever the hell was bothering her today.

“Everything okay?” You eventually ask her. 

“Yes,” She says. “That was Sarah. Her sister forgot a towel for her lessons. Do you mind going upstairs to grab one for me while I find my keys? They’re in the closet. Last door at the end of the hallway.”

You nod, not wanting to set the already high strung lady off even more. 

You follow her directions to the end of the hall to the linen closet that was bigger than your regular closet back at the Chateau. You look around for the beach towels next to the bath towels, but seem to come up empty. No way Rose would let one of her white stainless fluffy towels out in the sunlight. 

“Which towels were you -” You freeze when the door behind you shuts and you hear the sound of a lock being turned. You swivel on your heels and twist on the door knob but it barely moves. Your heart races in your chest and you bang your fists against the wooden door. “Hey! Hey!” 

“Sorry, dear,” You hear Rose say on the other side. She doesn’t sound as tense, more like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders. 

“What are you doing? Let me out!”

“I’m sorry it had to come to this,” Rose says. “You and your brother have left us with no other choice.”

Your blood turns to ice from your head down to your toes, going numb with all thoughts and movements, thinking about John B still alone with Ward somewhere out in the middle of the ocean. 

“What are you talking about?” Your voice isn’t as loud, lost somewhere in the shock and disbelief. “Where’s John B?”

“You’ll see him soon. Probably with your father too I suppose.”

You brows furrow together in confusion as you listen to her six inch heels trail off down the hall and stairs. Your disbelief turns into fear and ice turns into boiling blood. You pound you fists against the door, twist and pull at the door knob, and scream at the top of your lungs for her to let you out. 

You think about her words. John B and your dad. Could it be your dad has been alive all this time? Or did she mean something so completely opposite that it threatened both you and your brother?

You slap the door one last time, feeling exhausted and burned out. You fall against one of the shelves and cry into your hands, barely able to come up for another breath as sobs wrack through your entire body. 

You don’t know how long you sit there. Without a window or your phone for that matter - you think you left it back downstairs - you can’t tell the time of day. For all you know, it’s about midnight and John B is dead alongside your father. 

Your head falls back with a heavy sigh. That’s when you look up and see a square cut out in the ceiling. An attic. 

You move quickly, pushing all the towels and bed sheets off the shelves. Heaving yourself up, using the shelves and the wall, you move the square ceiling tile to the side and use the open edges to pull yourself up. 

The attic is about twenty degrees hotter and thick with humid. You hike over the luxurious items they consider “storage” to get to the single window. The sun is still up but slowly moving closer to the water. 

The window is stuck with paint and takes a couple tries to push it up. The fresh breeze hits your face immediately, sending goosebumps up your arms and neck. You push your head out the window. About 8 feet below is a balcony outside the master bedroom. Its a big jump with a high chance you’ll break your ankle, but anything is better than waiting to see what Ward and Rose plan to do to you. 

You pull yourself over the window sill and dangle by your arms. Taking a deep breath, you drop to the balcony with a thump that sends a shock up your legs from your ankle. 

“Shit,” You curse to yourself. 

“What was that?” You hear Ward’s voice from the other side of the french doors that lead to his bedroom. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” You mumble, already pulling yourself over the balcony, the only way to get away. 

You look down before letting go of the ledge, falling straight down on the lawn, this time rolling your right ankle at an awkward angle.

“Motherfu-”

“Y/N?” Ward looks down from the balcony with wide eyes when he sees you curled into yourself on the ground below him. 

With big eyes, you run far away from the house as fast as you can. A small limp in your foot slows you down, but you refuse to look back and see if anyone is following you.

You don’t know where you’re going, only that you need to find John B wherever he might be. 

You run through the woodsy area, hoping to use the trees as camouflage. Fallen  branches scratch at your legs, your ankle is aching, and your muscles are on fire. You can barely see your through your teary eyes. You’re crying but you don’t know why - was it the wind? Anxiety? Fear? Grief?

You know you’re getting closer to the Cut when Ms. Lana’s street comes to view on your right. You think about running up to her front door, asking for help. She’s always looked out for you and you have a sick thought that she might know more about this because of her husband. 

Lost in your own thoughts, you don’t realize someone’s coming up behind you until two hands grab at your shoulders to turn you around. 

A straggled scream rips through your throat and you immediately claw at the hands that touch you. Your first thought is that it’s Ward and he’s caught up to you. You don't know what his plans are for you, but Rose didn’t make them sound promising. 

“Hey, Y/N, hey. It’s me! It’s me!” 

You look up at the voice you know so well that instantly helps you calm down. John B, damp and smelling like the marsh, is arms length from you, watching you with big eyes and a heaving chest as he tries catching his own breath. 

“John B?” You say.

“Yeah. It’s me. You’re okay. It’s me.” When John B sees you physically relax, he pulls you in to a tight hug and you can hear his heart thumping against his ribcage. 

The second he learned what Ward did to your father, he tried getting away. And when he did, he immediately thought of you. What was going to happen to you - what if Ward gets to you first? He was on his way to Figure Eight when he saw you. 

When you physically calm down, John B pulls away and says, “You were right. I’m sorry. I should have listened to you. Ward - he killed Dad. He’s gone. I’m sorry.”

You cry harder for your dad, for John B, for your future. Just when you thought life was looking better, it came crumbling down. 

“I’m gonna fix this. I swear to you. I’m not going to let him get away with this,” John B says, bending down to look you in the eyes. “And I’m not going to let anyone hurt you ever again. Okay? Look at me.” You force yourself to look at him and notice he’s on the verge of tears himself. “I’m going to take care of this.”

“How?” Your voice cracks.

John B has an idea in his head, but he knows you’ll never allow him to go through with it if you knew. “Do you trust me?”

You swallow the lump in your throat and reluctantly nod. “Yeah.”

“Good. We’re gonna go back to the Chateau, okay? Are you hurt? Are you able to walk there with me?” You nod. “Good,” He says. “Okay.”

“John B are you sure about this?” You ask apprehensively.

“I failed as your older brother once. I’m not going to do it again. Okay?”

You reluctantly nod. “Okay.”

“Good. Let’s go.”

[myriadimagines]

congrats on your milestone sam!!! could i request from prompt #5 with numbers #22 and #32 with Theo Crain from The Haunting of Hill House? Hope this is ok!! 🦋🤍💍

Characters: Reader x Theodora ‘Theo’ Crain

Warnings: mentions of death/suicide

Prompt: 22. “You were the first person I could think of.” & 32. “Oh God… I think I’m in love with you.”

Word Count: 459

A/N: ily mk!!! i hope u like the drabble 🌷💕

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Theo hadn’t even realised she had called you in her grief stricken haze. She was too disoriented, too consumed with anger and sadness upon hearing the news of Nell’s death. It felt ironic for her, the psychologist, to not know how to process these emotions, but if there was one thing she did know, it was that she didn’t want to be alone. 

By the time you ring the doorbell of the guesthouse, Theo feels as though she might be on the verge of losing it. She opens the door, feverishly pulling you inside, and you gasp as she immediately kisses you, her lips meeting yours in a desperate manner that takes you by surprise. In any other context, you would gladly reciprocate, but even you can tell that something’s wrong. You struggle to pull away, holding Theo by the shoulders as you ask, “Woah, what’s going on?”

Theo blinks at you, taken aback by her own actions. She lets out a sigh, pulling away from your grasp, and she moves to sit on the edge of her bed. You sit beside her, patiently waiting for her to speak, and Theo finally admits, “My sister... something happened to her. I didn’t want to be alone tonight. You were the first person I could think of.”

Your expression softens. “I’m sorry, Theo.” 

Theo turns her head to look at you. She almost wants to laugh at the situation, at the fact that she called you, a random from the club that she met months ago. You were just a hookup, only you and Theo kept seeing each other, and each night you spent, Theo let her walls down just a little bit. She allowed herself to be more vulnerable with you than anyone else, and if Theo didn’t know any better, she thinks she might have actual feelings for you.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you gently ask, and Theo sucks in a sharp breath. She should, she thinks, but she doesn’t think she can tonight. She shakes her head, and you nod understandingly, before gesturing to the bed. “Do you want to just lay down?”

Theo looks over her shoulder at her bed, which looks so much more inviting with you in it. She nods, and the two of you situate yourselves under her covers, and your arms find their way around her as you hold her. Theo would hate this normally, of you holding her, but your skin against hers soothes her, and for the first time that night, she finally relaxes. 

“Oh God…” she mumbles, nestling her head into your shoulder. “I think I’m in love with you.”

“What was that?” you whisper, tilting your head to look at Theo, but she’s already fallen asleep. 

[merakiaes]

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Luke Crain

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[songtoyou]

Epiphany - Part Three

Paring: Luke Crain x Female Reader

Chapter Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 3,136

Warnings: Talks of drug use and recovery.

Description: Life has never been easy for Luke Crain. After the death of Nell, Luke realizes that he needs to make some changes. He decided to stay in Massachusetts and attend rehab. He was determined to remain on his path of sobriety. When you get assigned to be Luke’s sponsor, it opens a new door of possibilities that neither you nor Luke expected.  

A/N: We learn a little bit more about the Reader as she heads to Shirley's for dinner.  Awkwardness occurs, but Reader slowly realizes she may have deeper feelings for Luke or possibly develop feelings for him. Which she quickly dismisses. This chapter was very easy to write. It was like the words just flowed out of me and onto the screen. That usually never happens. I think it helps that Luke is such an interesting character to write for, along with the other Crain siblings. 

Note: Italics represent the past or past conversations.

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~Hill House – 1992~

“Mommy,” spoke Nellie.

“What is it, sweetie?” asked Olivia. She placed her book down to give her youngest child her undivided attention.

Nell got up on her mother’s lap and said, “This house is too loud.”

“Too loud? What do you mean it is too loud? Are you talking about all of the work daddy is doing to fix the house?” Olivia questioned. Nell’s statement took her by surprise.

Shaking her head, Nell explained that it was not the renovations that Hugh was doing that made the house loud. “At night, there are noises. Dogs are barking. You can hear the floorboards squeak like someone is up walking the halls at night. When Luke and I checked to see if anyone was up, there was no one. Everyone was in bed. It isn’t just me who thinks this house is weird. Luke says it has a smell.”

“Sweetie, this is an ancient house. Weird noises and bad smells are bound to occur,” replied Olivia earnestly. “Trust me. There is nothing in this house that can hurt you. Not while your daddy and I are around. We will always protect you and your brothers and sisters. Okay.”

Nell looked up at her mother with her big hazel eyes and said, “You promise?”

“Pinky promise,” Olivia assured and held up her right pinky. With their little fingers intertwined, Olivia rested her head on Nell’s forehead. No one could deny that Olivia loved her children very much. They were her whole world. She would do anything to keep them safe from harm. Little did anyone know how far Olivia would go to keep her children safe.

“Fuck,” Luke let out and sighed. He was currently working on his final essay for his creative writing class. The assignment was to write a 1,000 essay about an event that happened in their life and turn it into a story. Luke was chop full of moments to choose from; however, he was unsure if writing about his mother and sister was appropriate. He talked with his instructor about his reservations on the subject. He did not want to be accused of copying Steve on writing about Hill House. To Luke, that time at Hill House was just as much his story as it was Steve’s, or Theo’s and Shirley’s.

But with the right encouragement and support, Luke felt more comfortable writing about his past. It turned out to be very therapeutic. He was finally able to complete the fourth step of recovery: ‘Made a searching and fearless moral inventory of ourselves.’ He sent letters to each of his siblings, expressing his gratitude for their support and apologized for his past behavior of lying, untrustworthiness, and addiction. Shirley and Theo were appreciative of the letters, along with Steve. All three of the older Crain continued to express to Luke that they were proud of him for staying on the straight and narrow path. The Crain siblings knew they all had a clean slate to restore their once broken family.  

Unfortunately, there would be times where Luke worried that everything would come to a crashing halt. That he would wake in the Red Room once again. That all of this could be fake like His sobriety, the strengthened relationships with his siblings, being in school, and most of all, his friendship with you. The Red Room was the stomach of Hill House, as Nell mentioned. It would eventually eat anything and everyone that came into its residence. It was how the world between the dead and the living coexisted.

He brought this fear up the day before you were to come over to Shirley’s house for dinner. The one thing Luke really appreciated about you was that you always validated his feelings. You never doubted his feelings or worries. You never tried to gaslight him or thought he was making stuff up. It was refreshing to have someone believe him right off the bat. Well, besides Nell. She always believed him. You sent Luke some articles about how the brain can differentiate between reality and imagination. It was intriguing for Luke to read about the way the brain processes information. You shared that you had the same issues early on in your sobriety.

“For me, while I am dreaming, the way I can differentiate that it is not reality is that sometimes I have trouble walking in dreams. It is like my legs are refusing to work,” you told Luke. “I looked up what that meant, and it indicates that I am hesitant in proceeding forward in situations or I am trying to distance myself from facing certain life experiences, which didn’t surprise me. We all have obstacles that we don’t always want to face.”

“That is good to know. Lately, I have been dreaming that I can’t dial a phone. Like, I am trying to put in the number but keep making mistakes, or I can’t remember the number. It’s weird. What do you think that means?” asked Luke.

You told him to hold on as you looked up his concern. “It says that ‘the non-working phone or the inability to dial the phone indicates a breakdown of communication. Or the feeling of being distant or not heard when you need help. Is this the first time having these dreams?” you asked Luke.

Letting out a sigh, Luke responded, “Yes, which is weird to have them now. I don’t feel like I am having trouble communicating. Maybe it is my self-consciousness that has some issues it still needs to resolve. Before that, I would dream that my teeth would fall out. I actually dreamt about them falling out last night.”

“I used to have those dreams too. There are different meanings behind teeth falling out in dreams. Sometimes it is associated with loss, important life changes, a feeling of powerlessness, or stress, anxiety, depression, and poor personal health,” you provided to Luke.

Luke chuckled. “I have experienced all of that and more. I guess it is part of the course.”

To say that Luke had some anxiety about tonight's dinner with Shirley, Theo, and you would have been an understatement. The last thing Luke wanted was a repeat of the dinner with Joey, Steve, and Leigh. Granted, his sister-in-law was nice that night; however, his brother, not so much. Of course, that was when he and Steve did not have the best of relationships. This would be different. You definitely were not like Joey and his sisters…well…that is why he put forth some rules.

He was watching Shirley move back and forth in the kitchen as she prepared dinner. She asked Luke about possible meals that you would like so she could make something that you would enjoy. Luke shared that you liked almost everything and that you were not too picky of an eater. Shirley decided on making lasagna as it was Kevin and her kids' favorite dishes of hers. As she was already finishing up the last layer, Luke did not have the heart to inform Shirley that lasagna was not one of your favorite foods.

Soon, Theo walked through the front door of Shirley's house carrying additional groceries. "I got the wine. It's red. Your friend can drink wine?" she asked Luke as she set down the bags on the counter.

Luke mentioned that you do not drink. "Oh well, more for me," teased Theo.

Shirley confirmed with Luke that you would bring dessert. She wanted everything nice for tonight. She knew this was important for Luke, and he wanted everything to go right just as well.

"Now that you both are here, can we go over some ground rules for tonight," said Luke.

"Come on, Luke. It's just dinner with your sponsor," Theo spoke up.

"No, Theo, this isn't just dinner with my sponsor. This is dinner with my friend. Someone who I have come greatly respect and admire. I don't want either of you…to make her feel uncomfortable in any way. No interrogations or psychoanalyzing," Luke ordered.

"Okay, Luke. We promise not to step out of bounds," Shirley assured. "Right, Theo?"

Holding up the girl scout's sign, "I, Theodora Crain, pledge not to embarrass you in any way."

As Shirley and Theo stifled laughs about their little brother's worry, Luke leaned against the counter and contemplated on the next thing to tell them. He decided to the best way was, to be honest with them. Luke interrupted his sisters' conversation to inform them that he told you about Hill House…about everything that occurred.

"You what?" Shirley questioned, unsure of what he actually meant. "What do you mean? What did you share?"

"When you say everything…do you mean everything, everything?" asked Theo with a hint of irritation in her voice.

"She knows what really happened to mom, Nell, and dad," Luke replied and mentioned that it was important for him to tell you the truth. "I don't regret it. If the two of you are upset, then be upset with me. Just don't take it out on her, okay." He wanted Shirley and Theo to understand that you meant well. That you had no ulterior motives. "This isn't like Nell and her shrink. I know, deep down, that you were worried about that being a possibility, Theo."

The light slam of the oven door made Theo and Luke turn their attention to Shirley. "Okay, lasagna is in the oven. It should be done when our guest arrives. Luke, do you mind setting the table. Theo, start making the salad," Shirley ordered. This night was important for Luke, and by golly, she was going to see that it goes accordingly.

“Mom…Dad, I’m heading out. I should be home by 9 o’clock or earlier if tonight goes south,” You shouted while putting on your jacket. Before you could grab your keys and head out the door, your mother popped in suddenly from the kitchen.

“Honey, where are you going?”

You could not stop the annoyed sigh from escaping. “I told you. I’m going over to Luke’s for dinner tonight. I have told you and Dad this many times already. Now, I don’t want to be late…”

“Hold up there, kiddo. You don’t forget this,” Your dad emerged with the cake box.

“Oh shit! Thanks. I can’t believe I almost forgot the dessert.” You grabbed the cake box and made your way back towards the front door.

“Call us when you get there, sweetie,” requested your mother.

“I’ll text you when I get Shirley’s house, okay. Now, I have to get going.”

“Ask Luke if he would like to come over here for dinner,” your mother offered.  “I know your father, and I would love to meet him.”

“Mom now is not the time. I’m out of here. Love you both. Don’t wait up,” You replied and walked out the door to your car. Letting out another sigh, you started the care and proceeded to drive to Luke’s.

You knew that your parents meant well. They loved you very much. While there were times both could be very overbearing, you understood where it came from and could not fault them for it. It was just them being protective of you. At the end of the day, they would always worry about you. The constant worries your mother and father felt towards you could be jarring at times. All you wanted for them was to trust you fully. However, it shamed you the number of times you let them down. Luke shared with you the troubles he had with completing the fourth step. You told him you were not able to tackle it until the first year of your sobriety.

“We have all done shitty things to the people we love. To the people who stood by us while we walked all over them. I’m surprised my parents stood by me for so long. Sometimes I wished they had given up and just let me go to die on the streets,” you revealed honestly to Luke the night after going to the movies. “They didn’t deserve the constant Hell I put them through. I because I couldn’t handle certain…things… feelings…. emotions. The problem was…that I felt weak if I wasn’t taking heroin. Shooting up made me feel invincible. Like, nothing could touch me. I guess you know that feeling all too well, huh, Luke?”

“Yeah. I guess that is why we choose to shoot up in the first place. To not feel like ourselves. In some cases, to not feel at all. I know for me, it was to get some sense of peace,” Luke countered truthfully.

For some reason, it felt like it took longer than usual to arrive at Shirley’s house, which would have normally taken ten minutes. Every traffic light seemed to turn red as soon as you got closer. When you finally reached your destination, a quick text was sent off to your parents to let them know you arrived safely. Gathering your bag and cake box, you exited the car and walked the front doorsteps. You rang the doorbell and waited.

Thankfully, it was Luke who answered the door with a sweet smile on his face.

“Hi,” he said and ushered you to come inside.

“Hey,” you replied, wiping your shoes before stepping in the house.

You handed over the cake box to Luke, who then asked, “What kind of dessert did you bring?”

“Baklava cheesecake. It is a new item at the bakery that we’re selling.”

“Sounds really good. Uh, look, just fair warning,” Luke began to speak in a whisper, “Shirley made lasagna. I hope that is okay. I know it’s…”

“It’s fine, Luke. I can muster up the courage to eat lasagna for one night,” you answered with a light chuckle.

As you hung up your coat and bag, Shirley and Theo entered the foyer. Both said hello, and Theo introduced herself. Luke stood back as he eyed his sisters closely to make sure they both remained on their best behavior.

“It is nice to meet you finally. Luke has been keeping you all to himself, so we are glad you could come over,” Theo mentioned while leading you into the kitchen to get you something to drink. Shirley took the cake box from Luke and followed the two women.

“Oh wow!” exclaimed Shirley when she opened the box. “This looks really good. Did you make this?”

“No. Sophie, the owner of the bakery I work at did. She does most of the actual baking. I help with cake decorations. She’s a longtime family friend, so I work there to help out when she needs it,” you shared as Theo handed you a glass of iced tea.

“How about we go sit in the living room,” Shirley instructed everyone out of the kitchen. “We have about fifteen minutes until dinner is ready.”

You sat next to Luke on the loveseat while Shirley and Theo took the couch. An awkward silence ensued, with no one really knowing what to say. You could feel each of the Crain siblings’ emotions, which ranged from curiosity from Theo, indifference from Shirley, and anxiousness from Luke. You felt a strong urge to reach out to Luke to help calm him, whether it be holding his hand, linking your arm with his, or placing a gentle hand on his knee. It was a weird feeling for you to have since Luke was not only your friend but mentee. Now a sense of guilt took over you.

You were Luke’s sponsor. There is no way you could develop any deeper feelings for the man sitting next to you other than friends. It would be unethical. Luke trusted you. Breaking his trust or misguiding him would lead to a horrible conclusion. It could lead to the ultimate betrayal. When you felt a pair of eyes on you, it made you look up to see Theo staring as she took sips of her drink. You could tell she was assessing you in any way she could. You noticed the gloves on her hands, which reminded you of the story Luke shared about Theo’s ability to feel emotions through touch. You are tempted to say, “fuck it!” and give Theo your hand for her to take to get it out of the way.

“So…,” Shirley spoke up when she said your name, “Luke shared with us that you attend Middlesex Community College as an art major.”

“Yes. Studio art, to be exact. My mom really would rather I do graphic design, though.  So, I might do that when I get this degree program wrapped up,” you revealed.

Awkward silence resumed. “I have some of her artwork,” Luke piped up. “It is amazing. Like, crazy good.”

“Where did you learn how to draw?” Shirley asked.

“It was just something that I always liked doing. It helped calm me when I was…not feeling the best. I guess during my stints at different rehabs throughout the years helped…build up my artistic skills,” you replied.

You noticed Luke began shaking his right leg at the mention of rehab. You reached out to touch his left arm, and he looked over at you. “Have either of you read any of Luke’s stories he has written for school?” you asked Shirley and Theo.

“No!” Theo piped in and added, “Our little brother tends to keep his writings all to himself.”

“Well, from what he has shared with me, he is an excellent writer,” you stated. “Did you tell them about the ‘A’ you got on your last assignment?”

“Uh…no. I hadn’t,” Luke said and immediately got up from the couch. “Hey, shouldn’t dinner be done, Shirley?”

“Oh shoot. That is right. Let me go get the lasagna out of the oven.”

“I’ll get the salad and bread on the table,” asserted Theo and followed Shirley back into the kitchen.

Luke let out the breath he was holding and turned to look at you.

“Are you okay, Luke?” you asked him.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why?”

“You three seem a tad on edge. Is there any safe topic your family can talk about?” you enquired.

“Not really. I know them. They want to ask you about your addiction story and how you overcame it…all that stuff.”

“You know what…fuck it. Let’s you and I control the conversation by talking about the things we talk about, like movies, television shows, music, books…all of the stuff we talk about regularly. If your sisters join in, then that is great—the more, the merrier. But let’s not waste a whole evening because we’re worried about what your sisters think of me…or you,” you encouraged Luke.

Letting out another breath, Luke agreed. “Okay, that sounds good. You take the lead, and I’ll follow.”

“Will do,” you smiled and pushed Luke towards the dining room.

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Who is in Control?

Nell Crain x Fem!Reader - 1036 Words - More Freaky Fics

Notes: Happy Halloween First! This fic is like most of my other Hill House ones, mainly prose with a touch of thematic elements and dialogue. I have other Nell requests coming up throughout the month make sure to check when!

This could be read along with my other Nell x Reader fics!

Warnings: Mentions and descriptions of the ‘bent neck lady,’ alcohol use, horror tropes and themes including use of a Ouija board. It’s more angsty than sad this time!

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It wasn’t very day the Crain’s celebrated an engagement, and the party had been a first for the mostly assembled clan. Steven hadn’t had more than a ten minute phone call from Nell since the book dropped, yet there he was sitting around the same reclaimed coffee table as you and the rest of his sisters.

You felt Nell tense when the delivery person knocked at the door, knowing she anticipated a visitor that wouldn’t be coming. Luke was still inpatient, exactly where he needed to be in order to be at the wedding. It was his best chance at getting better, and you could see how frustrated she was behind her typically composed exterior. Hopefully the large bowl of spiked punch Shirley made whould help ease that stress.

Your small apartment was decorated too early for the fall holidays, LED candles pretended to flicker around the room and orange string lights adding an odd sense of unease to the party. With each flicker of the candles and wash of the light caught dazzlingly off the ring on her hand. Your matching one never seemed to shine that bright, somehow Nell’s always seemed alive, like a newborn flame sparking into existence.

And I tried to hold these secrets inside me. My mind's like a deadly disease

Maybe it was the soft orange lights or the newfound chill in the air that spurred Steven to suggest an old-fashioned séance, of course, he ‘just so happened’ to have a dated wooden talking board wit him. It sounded like fun, it sounded silly. You had no reason, to refuse. But an itch started in your mind and dipped down your spine, telling you that something was coming. Something that hadn’t marked you as one of its targets yet- something better left unknown.

Steven had insisted on the game as a joke. It was funny at first, he was obviously manipulating the planchette with no regard for the seriousness a séance deserved. His nonchalant carelessness set an important tone and seemed to ease Nell’s fears as everyone took a turn asking ridiculous questions, and answering themselves. He didn’t see it coming, yet just like how Theo knew to bring her long-ignored gloves he could feel the familiar weight of something watching them as the planchette passed to his youngest sister.

The planchette moved without Nell’s touch and seemed to dance around the board. With each new letter, you felt her other hand tense around yours as if she already knew the message. The engagement ring on her finger sparkled in the low light each time, yet it cast shadows that felt like death marches instead of wedding bells. Her fingers tremble strange course of electricity seemed to be pulling her hands down towards the unnaturally smooth plastic. As the skin made contact she was transported back home, not quite a child but in no way the woman she now was.

The House was awake with shadows and monsters. The hallways they echoed and groaned.

The library stairs spiraled upwards away from Nell into eternity and somewhere above it she could smell her mother’s perfume and it felt like home. She flinched instinctively and felt your hand in hers, a world away from where she stood in her mind. She wanted to let go of your hand, and climb the stairs to her mother. She felt her up there, looking down from beyond the weakest point of the landing. A part of her mind knew you’d fall her anyway, you always did and you always would. True love was like that, utterly devoted.

Within that same moment she watched as a mirror vision of herself ascended the stairs. Her ghostly hands shaking along the railing only calmed when Nell who was and her was not the woman you loved stood by her mother’s side. Neither Nell saw where the rope came from, and the one who felt it fell quickly in a silent scream forever etched onto her face. The undeniable agony and betrayal on the phantom’s face was a familiar expression, one that had haunted her nightmares for decades after leaving Hill House. Its neck had snapped at a jagged angle, the bone twisted underneath the skin, but refused to break it.

And I couldn't stand the person inside me. I turned all the mirrors around.

One part prophecy and two parts self, Nell saw her spectral familiar for the first time face to face. The face was her own, just as she had always known it to be. She wanted to go home. It wanted Nell to go home. It wanted you to go too, Nell’s mother had always wanted another daughter. A daughter-in-law would do just fine.

Fixing her eyes on the figure Nell refused to scream. She could feel you there, hazy and far away but she knew it was you, and no matter what she confronted you were her tether. You were real. This wasn’t. There was nothing it could promise that was worth more than you. Not her mother, not the home she grew up dreaming about getting married in. And suddenly, she wasn’t afraid anymore and the twisted ghostly face no longer looked like her own. Once again it looked like the obscured specter of her childhood nightmares.

I’m meaner than my demons, I’m bigger than these bones.

The room around you felt deathly cold and you knew from looking that Nell’s mind was somewhere far away. The longer you looked into her vacant eyes, the less you remembered about her. It was as if some figure lurked inside her consuming whatever light was left in her life. Next to you, Theo reached for her sister with a gloved hand, and Steven watched on as his little sister battled her own demons, ones he had conjured out of their forgotten place only to remind it of the growing family it was destined to consume.

Eventually, it would call you both home.

And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me" I can't help this awful memory. God damn right, you should be scared of me- Who is in control?

“Control” Halsey

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Ten Minutes and Thirty Years (Shirley Crain x Reader)

Requested by anon: Hot take- the Crain siblings like to make fun of Shirley’s whole “ten minutes and thirty seconds” thing when it came to Theo and the bridesmaid, but they shut up real quick when Shirley fires back with no one realized you two were dating until they walking in on you two half naked in Shirley’s apartment on the couch. (They didn’t think she was home and wanted to surprise her 😬) 🦇

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You and Shirley have never gone this long without having sex before, and you could feel the pressure between your legs build with every minute you didn’t have her touch. It has been over a week since you were in between Shirley’s legs making her moan, and you needed to hear her beg for you again. The mortuary will be closing soon, and you fully intended to take your frustration out on your girlfriend in her office as soon as the doors closed for business and you were heading home.

Before long, you heard the door close, and you heard the clicking of Shirley’s heels on the floor as she made her way back to the office. You quickly moved to the door and pressed Shirley in a kiss as soon as she made her way to the door. Your sudden warmth took your girlfriend by surprise, so it took a second for her to return your kiss.

Shirley seemed unable to detach herself from your lips, but when she did she was flushed and smiling. “Baby, not that I don’t like this, but didn’t you say that we should keep things professional in the office?”

“Which is why I’ve decided to wait until we get back home. I seem to remember a certain couch that has been a particular favorite of yours throughout the many months we’ve been dating.” The blush that spread over Shirley’s face betrayed how turned on she was, and she quickly went over to her desk to get her keys. 

Before long, the two of you were in her car heading home. However, you were not one to wait as your hand slowly made its way up her leg to her thigh. You knew that Shirley was turned on by the way she tensed her leg against your hand, and this only gave you more reason to move your hand further up. It only took one hand to undo the zipper on her pants, and you slid your fingers inside the opening. Her panties were already soaked through, and you smirked as you pushed them aside and inserted your fingers where she needed you the most. Shirley couldn’t resist moaning as your fingers slid easily into her, and you gave out a disapproving noise.

“Eyes on the road, baby.” You knew what you were doing was driving your girlfriend crazy, but that was the consequence of leaving you to yourself for over a week. It was easy to tell how wet Shirley was for you by the ease with which your fingers went in and out of her, and just as she rolled her hips on your hand you took your hand away. The sudden absence of your fingers combined with the lack of relief made Shirley whine with need, and you quickly shushed her. “Don’t worry, babe. I have an even bigger reward for you back home if you promise to be a good girl.”

Shirley got you back to her apartment in record time and quickly parked the car. You were pretty sure she never took her foot off the gas pedal on the way home, and she held on to your hand as she dragged you back home. She didn’t wait for you to catch your breath before leading you over to the couch and waiting for you to straddle her lap before practically ripping your shirt off.

“Somebody’s eager to start,” you teased.

“Mmm,” Shirley couldn’t bring herself to detach herself from your boob as her hands slid down your back towards your butt.  She didn’t know how much she missed touching your body like this until you had left her on the edge in her car, and she was determined to make sure she got all of her frustrations out here in her apartment. You could tell how much she missed you by the way she kissed her way down your exposed body, and you hurriedly moved to unbutton her blouse. It was only fair that you got to touch her the same way as Shirley’s little moans became more urgent. Both of you were so lost in touching each other that neither of you heard the key insert itself in Shirley’s front door, and the only warning you received was a scream.

“Oh my God!” Nell was standing at the entrance of the door with her hand over her eyes. Her squeak would have been cute if you weren’t half-naked on her sister, and you attempted to use your shirt to cover what was left of your dignity. Theo attempted to hide a snigger that caused Shirley’s blush to deepen, and Luke trying to hide a smirk that was all too obvious.

“Looks like somebody’s finally getting some action in.” Theo smirked as she walked in with a tray of cookies.

“Since when were the two of you together? I kept trying to set you up with people who I thought you would like!” Nell looked insulted as she set the cake down on the table.

“We’ve been dating for almost a year now. All of you love talking about me taking 10 minutes and 30 years to figure out that Theo loved bridesmaids, and yet none of you figured out that (Y/N) and I had been dating.” Shirley pulled you closer to her on her lap, and now it was your turn to blush.

“Maybe we should leave them alone to finish what they started.” Theo gave you a wink. “Make sure to be loud enough for us to hear you as we leave.”

“Theo! Stop it.” Steve came in and kissed Shirley on the cheek. “It’s nice to see you with someone, Shirley.”

“Well, it does explain why you’ve been looking so happy and relaxed for the last couple of months.” Luke couldn’t help himself from making a few smooching noises as he sat next to you. “So you’re the reason why my sister looks like she’s got the healthiest glow in the world when she comes to work.”

“Luke! Enough!” Shirley’s face looked red enough to set itself on fire, and Theo was having too much fun listening in to the conversation. “I want to eat something.”

“Oh, we all know who you want to eat.”

“Theo!”

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JJ Maybank x reader

Requested by anon/Summary: You and John B have been best friends since you were in diapers and you’re JJ’s girlfriend. They don’t include you when going to find the gold at Mrs. Crains house because they are protective over you, especially JJ. You find this out after overhearing them and see the gold in their hands, which results in a big argument and you walking out on the pair.

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“We can’t just go and not include y/n.” Kie says, sitting in the van. The group were on their way to Mrs. Crain’s house. They’d finally found the gold or at least think they found it. However, they were leaving out one person in the group. y/n, John B’s best friend since diapers and JJ’s girlfriend.

“She’s the one who figured it out! We can’t not include her.” Pope adds.

“We aren’t including her.” John B says glancing back at his friends.

“It’s too dangerous and I don’t want her around this stuff. She’s got a scholarship and college coming up. I can’t let her fuck it up.” JJ says.

“What am I chopped liver? I have a scholarship too! I’m risking it all!” Pope argues.

JJ sighs, “Please, just don’t tell her. Alright? She almost got caught when we stole Cameron’s scooba gear and I’m not letting her get in trouble. She can’t have a record.”

Pope and Kie roll their eyes. “She’s an adult, but you two treat her like she’s 5 and one wrong step is going to break every bone in her body. Did you forget she saved your ass from Topper when he was drowning you?” Kie says, looking at John B and then turns to JJ, “And she’s saved your ass from getting arrested multiple times?”

“Just drop it Kie, she’s not coming along.” JJ snaps.

~

You’d sent multiple texts to the pogues asking when you guys were going to Mrs. Crain’s house to see about the gold, but there was no answer. You sigh and decide to wait at John B’s. It was hours later when you heard the van pull out. You heard the pogues laughing and mentioning they couldn’t believe it. As you step on the porch, you see John B caked in mud and in his hands was a large block of gold. They all stop when they see you standing on the porch, arms crossed over your chest.

“Shit,” John B mutters, seeing you.

“y/n-” JJ starts, but you quickly interrupt him.

“I’ve been sitting here for hours and have texted you guys multiple times wondering when we were going to get the gold. Looks like you guys already did that.” You stomp down the stairs, fuming.

“Baby we-” JJ starts again, walking toward you, but you interrupt him, holding your hand up to him, signaling him to shut up.

“I was the one who figured out where we thought the gold was. Me! And you guys didn’t even include me to go get it? How dare you?”

“Look we didn’t want you to go in case it went south or something. We didn’t want you to get hurt.” John B says.

“You didn’t want me to get hurt?! What am I 5?! I can handle myself just fine!” Looking at JJ, you shake your head, “Is that going to be your excuse too? Cause you didn’t want me to get hurt?”

He slowly nods, “You have college.. and a scholarship coming up. I didn’t want you to get in trouble and me fuck up your life. I was just trying to protect you.”

“Stop trying to protect me!” motioning between JJ and John B, “both of you stop trying to protect me! I’m a grown ass woman. I can handle myself just fine. I’m not the little girl you guys grew up with.”

“I know I-” JJ begins.

“Just don’t. Screw you guys. Screw all of you for not including me. Bullshit excuse for friends is what you guys are.” You stomp off toward your car, getting in and slamming the door before speeding out the driveway.

~

You were curled in bed watching Netflix when you heard something hit your window. Stopping the show, you listened again. “What the hell?” you mutter, throwing the covers off the bed and pulling the curtains back. There stood the pogues. Rolling your eyes, you quickly push the window up, seeing JJ getting ready to throw another one, “JJ Maybank if you throw another one at my window…”

He smiles sheepishly, dropping the rock, “Sorry, please come down.” He whisper yells.

“So, you guys can treat me like a 5 year old? No. Now, go before my parents wake up.”

“Please, y/n? We’re sorry.” John B apologizes, “We just.. I’ve grown up around you and I’ve always seen you as my little sister and so I’ve always wanted to protect you. I always forget you can handle yourself.”

“John B’s right. And if it means anything, Kie and Pope did try to convince us to let you come but we wouldn’t listen.” JJ adds.

Kie and Pope nod, “We did, but these assholes wouldn’t listen.” Pope says.

Rolling your eyes, you sigh, “I’m sorry I said you guys were a bullshit excuse for friends.”

“It’s okay. We did treat you shitty.” JJ says, “But hey, we found the gold.” He grins.

You laugh quietly, shaking your head, “Alright, I’m coming down.” You begin to climb out of your window and onto the roof.

“Don’t you dare jump from there!” JJ warns, pointing his finger at you.

You give him a glare, “I’m not a child. You better catch me Maybank.”

“don’t-” it was too late, you took the leap and JJ caught you, falling back with you on his chest, “Are you fucking crazy?” He groans, coughing a little.  

You nod, “If I hang around you guys, I must be.” Pressing a kiss to his lips you get up and grab his hand, helping him up to his feet.

“And this is why I’m protective over you. You do crazy shit like this.” John B rolls his eyes.

You brush your hands on your shorts, “I’m fine, aren’t I? Not a scratch on me.” You motion to your body.

JJ groans again, bending over, “I don’t think my precious jewels are fine. I mean you landed right on them.”  

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Even in Hawkins-The Front Seat

Part two of Even in Hawkins  

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader                                                                        Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader (kinda) 

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: smut, omegaverse things (read: lots of smut), oral (male receiving), voyeurism, public masturbation (kinda),  recreational drug use, underage drinking, talk of coerced consent, 18+ 

Smut below the cut! Be cautious young readers 

The next time Billy saw the two omegas was in town at the record store. “Steve look at this one.” Steve’s laugh echoed through the store. She was holding up a europop album, the photo making it look like one of the band members was looking up her fellow band member’s ass. She put it back and flipped through the crate, gasping. “This one’s even better.”  She pulled it up, laughing hard. Mike Crain-Karatist Preacher. Steve joined her in mocking it. “I’m buying it.” She declared, wiping under her eyes. She moved closer to where Billy was standing, looking at the tapes, this time seemingly actually looking for something. Billy pretended like he wasn’t watching her, curious about what made Steve like her. She scooted down farther, biting her lip. She picked up a Queen tape and smiled. Billy found the Metallica tape he was looking for, thankful she was closer to the register than he was. He went around the aisle and bumped into her, her taking a step forward. “Sorry.” He smiled at her when she turned her head, winking. He could tell it had some affect on her, her sheepishly stepping out of the way. “It’s okay.” The small smile he got was a victory in his books. “Hey Harrington.” He called from the register, the omega getting flustered at the call of his name and dropping the record he’d been looking at onto the bins of records. “Hi.” He said, turning away from the blond alpha, not wanting to interact with him right now. Billy paid for his tape and left, seeing Steve’s hand resting on her lower back through the store window. 

Steve felt a little on edge ever since Billy had called him out at the record store, feeling like the alpha was gonna find him and beat him into submission again. It made him feel scared. Steve and Y/n were sitting along the road the Byers lived on, Steve sitting with a walkie talkie waiting for the kids to tell him they were ready to be picked up. “It’s like he’s always watching me. It freaks me out. I can’t wait for basketball to be over.” Steve shuddered, having caught Billy attempting to scent his shirt while he was showering yesterday. It was creepy. “I’m just...scared. That it’s gonna happen again.” 

“Oh, sweetheart.” He got a sympathetic rub from Y/n, her leaning on his shoulder. “Can I help maybe distract you?” He shrugged. She popped his jeans open, shifting to lay across the seat, tossing the walkie talkie to the back. She mouthed at his boxers, Steve letting out a whine of anticipation. “Y/n, what if someone sees us?”

“We’ll hear them. It’ll be okay. Relax, Stevie.” She cooed, kissing his cheek, her hand pulling from his boxers. She laid back down, tentatively licking at the tip of his cock, Steve’s huff encouraging her. She licked from his base to the tip in a flat stripe, sucking on the tip once she reached it. Her tongue poked at the vein that ran up the side of his length, Steve already squirming. Steve’s panting started to fog the windows, her bobbing her head up and down his length. An engine was suddenly up on them, Steve gasping. She sat up, wiping spit off her chin. The car stopped, idling by them. Steve sat with his breath held. Then the window rolled down. “Shit.” Steve hissed, shoving himself back into his pants. Steve rolled his window down. “You want something?” 

Billy had gone to pick up his sister from the Byers’s house, seeing a familiar red BMW sitting on the side of the road. He slowed down, seeing the windows slightly fogged. He parked and rolled down the window, a second later a pink faced Steve rolling his window down. That omega girl, Y/n was sitting in the passenger seat. Her lips were a little swollen. She coughed and sat back in her seat, not looking at him. “Hey pretty boy.” Steve rolled his eyes. “Hey sweetheart.” She flipped him off. “Don’t be like that-”

“I will be to people who call girls cows.” She said, not looking at him, lowering her arm. They sat there in silence for a moment, a weird game of chicken. Now Y/n had a bit of a problem. She was usually very docile, typical omega, but Steve made her be more dominant than she normally would be. She would not ever dream of being as aggressive as she was about to be towards an alpha but he was part of the reason Steve woke up crying so often, so her submitting  went out the window. “You gonna beat Steve up or just sit there and stare?” The blond alpha didn’t say anything. “Well if you’re not gonna do anything, I’d appreciate you moving on because there’s a dick I’d like to get back to sucking.” Steve was bright pink. “Y/n!” He hissed, embarrassed. “I have no idea why I said that.” She whispered back, clearly embarrassed. “Unless it’s mine I think I’ll keep sitting here.” This alpha was just making her angry. She reached over and rolled up Steve’s window. Billy’s jaw fell open, watching her bend over, Steve’s reaction clearly telling him she was sucking Steve off when he was right there. “Y-Y/n. Oh god.” Steve whimpered. It felt even better than before, the excitement of an alpha being right there getting to him. She didn’t stop, Steve letting out a sigh of relief as the camaro pulled off, disappearing around the corner. She wrapped her tongue around his tip, the blowjob sloppy and wet, much different from the control she normally had. “Oh fuck...fuck.” He whined, her getting on her knees in the passenger seat for more control. Her skirt fell forward as her ass was tilted more in the air. Steve’s hand flew up to grab the roof handle, the other tangling in her hair. “Jesus.” Steve groaned, hips lifting as he came. She sat up, swallowing, Steve still gripping the roof handle. She laughed a little at his frozen position, wiping her face. She kissed Steve’s chin and sat back down, finding her purse. Steve finally lowered his arms, zipping back up. She was fixing her makeup, Steve hearing the walkie talkie click on in the back seat. “Steve? We’re ready. Max is already on her way there.”

Billy parked behind the arcade, as far away from other cars as he could get. He pulled his cock out, feeling like a stupid knotheaded alpha for masturbating in public yet again over the pair of omegas. They were cute. He found his mind wandering at practice the day before, having spent it wondering what Steve really smelled like (it was obvious he was on suppressants, the brunet mostly smelling like muted lavender). Apparently it was so all consuming that Billy had very nearly buried his face in the sweaty shirt Steve dumped into his open locker. A little embarrassing. Billy thought he probably had a pretty good chance of making the pair a threesome. Alphas with more than one omega weren’t unheard of, especially if it was a male and female pair. Same sex pairs were significantly harder to join, the bond they have more monogamous than other pairs. It was nice when it was a male alpha/male omega/female omega group (and lots of them existed) because all three were able to have the freedom to work if they wanted, not just one being the breadwinner (omegas and alphas are wildly protective of their children, practically refusing to let anyone else watch their children on a daily basis). Billy grunted, coming on the seat. “Shit.” He growled under his breath, searching for a napkin before he ruined his leather seats. He waited for Max to be done in the arcade, blasting ‘Kill ‘Em All’ and formulating a plan. It involved both omegas being drunk and horny. 

This did not go as planned. He was gonna attempt to get them both in bed at the next party they all went to, but that happened to be the one Y/n decided to try weed for the first time. It made her so paranoid she was on the verge of a panic attack. And that’s how Billy found her. She was sitting on the floor whimpering for Steve, her breathing ragged. “Hey, sweetheart, it’s okay. Hey, hey, you’re fine. It’s just making you paranoid, okay?” He sat next to her on the ground. 

“It’s gonna get me. Oh my god. Oh my god. Like it got Will. Like Barb.” She choked out, grabbing Billy’s leather clad arm. Tears were welling in her eyes, her rocking slightly, having brought her knees to her chest. “C-can’t swim in Steve’s pool. It’s gonna get me.” She was full on crying, Billy grabbing her hand. He leaned in a little to scent her and instead was met with the scent of alcohol. Great, drunk and high. “Billy?”  

“Yeah?”

“Please hold me.” She said in a whisper, her face close to his. He barely heard her over the music, but shifted. “Wanna sit in my lap?” She nodded numbly, sliding over. Her breath instantly evened out at the contact of his chest to her back, Billy wrapping his arms around her. “Okay. It’s okay. It’s gone. Can’t get me.” She said, soothing herself, gripping one of his hands. He nudged his nose against her scent gland, Y/n surprisingly letting him. Her head was tilted back on his shoulder, neck exposed. She was practically limp against him when he nuzzled against her, Y/n falling asleep in his lap. Steve was upset when he found her. “Get off of her.” He demanded, a little bit of a pout reaching his lips. “She asked me to, pretty boy.”

“We’re going home. Get off of her.” Billy wouldn’t have been surprised if Steve had stomped his foot next. He huffed and let go, Steve pulling her up. She blinked awake at all the movement, wrapping her arms around Steve’s middle. She clung to him, Steve squeezing her close before leading her out of the house party. Billy went home alone yet again.

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[claraswritings]

Love in the Strangest Places.

Pairing: Luke Crain x Reader

Warnings: small mentions of drug addiction

Requested by: anonymous

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When you’d first met Luke, he looked halfway in the ground. An addict who’d bounced from rehab centre to rehab centre. He’d been to nearly every centre in the city. He’d lied to his family, stolen from his siblings and missed his sister’s wedding.

You’d honestly seen it too many times before in other clients, they’d stay a week, maybe two, then leave and never be seen again. You worried Luke would be the same way but a week turned into a month and a month turned into three and you could see now, that without the heroin, he was a smart, funny and handsome guy who’d had an awful run in luck and a very unusual upbringing.

He’d taken longer than most of your patients to open up but when he had he’d talked for almost 45 minutes straight and when your clock had signalled the end of the session you’d turned it off and talked through your lunch hour.

Your colleagues were impressed and somewhat in awe that you’d managed to get him to open up.

Luke had looked at you and asked if you thought he was crazy. If you believed him. He looked so lost and you felt like in that moment you could see right through him like a window.

You’d told him of course you didn’t think he was crazy.

You never knew if you believed in ghosts or ghouls or anything however you did know Luke must have seen something awful as a child. Trauma in addicts was not uncommon and it would certainly explain a lot.

You’d grown to look forward to your bi-weekly sessions, more so than you looked forward to any other clients. You’d first thought maybe it was because Luke Crain was probably the most interesting man you’d ever met...

**

Luke knew you were different to the other case workers. You didn’t look at him with pity like the others did. You treated him like a friend and not like another hopeless case.

He’d be lying to himself if he said he didn’t often lie awake thinking about you. He’d thought about asking you out more than once but just didn’t think you’d want to.

Why would a pretty, intelligent woman like yourself be interested in a Semi-reformed addict.

**time skip**

Your personal phone rang with an unknown number jolting you awake.

A husky voice came through the phone “Y/N, it’s Luke.” You shot up and looked at your alarm. The light blinking that it was 3am. “Sorry to call so late, I needed someone to talk to,”

“Did you...did you relapse Luke? It’s okay if you did, I can still help you,” you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and propped yourself up.

You had to ask. You’d been worried about him in the time he’d gone.

His breath was shaking down the phone. “No...I’ve...it’s a long story...but I promise I’m clean. Please. Can I have my bed back,” Luke felt a little like a child asking. He thought you’d think he was pathetic.

You swung your legs over the bed. “Where are you Luke? I’ll come get you,”

**

He met you outside of his brothers house. Luke looked...surprisingly fresh. You’d expected him to have looked on deaths door.

On the journey back, he explained to you where he’d been despite you reassuring him that he didn’t owe you an explanation.

He told you how he’d took off to find his friend Joey...you’d always worried she’d be a bad influence on him. Joey had been nine months clean when she left but she always seemed like she was only semi serious about her recovery.

She’d mugged him and left him to wander alone until his brother found him.

Luke had the. gone to stay with his other sister for his twins funeral and had ended up going back to the house that caused him so much trauma. He’d had what you assumed may have been a traumatic hallucination whether it was induced by ghosts or by his illness you didn’t know. and he’d ingested poison.

For the past week he’d been recovering in hospital.

“I promised her. I promised Nellie, I have to get my spot back,” Luke pleaded with you. A part of you was furious that your co worker had turned him away after he’d been mugged.

“I owe her that after being a shit brother for years,” he gave you a smile but you could see in his eyes that his joke hurt him.

“Please. Please help me,”

“I’ll see what I can do,”

**

It had taken a fair bit of convincing to let Luke have a bed back and he was told to take numerous tests but eventually Paige, the lead caseworker relented and allowed Luke back in.

After this you kept up your bi-weekly sessions with him, sometimes you’d even eat lunch together and the day Luke got his six months clean chip and a visit pass he asked you to come with him to meet his family.

Shirley, his older sister was having a family dinner and wanted to meet you after Luke had talked about you non-stop on his phone calls home.

You’d been nervous. He’d spoken so much about his siblings and you wanted to make a good impression.

**

The dinner had gone fantastically. Shirley was an amazing cook and the pasta bake she had made was so good you’d had seconds.

Luke’s family welcomed you in as if you were one of their own. You even bonded with Steve who Luke had advised you was always sceptical of his friends.

Luke watched you from the door way. You and Shirley were giggling over an old photo album and just watching you made him feel at home.

“Your girlfriends nice,”

He turned to face Theo, who was cradling a drink in her hand.

“I don’t know if I can call her my girlfriend, Theo I mean...” Luke ran a hand through his hair and shrugged.

“Luke that girl has spent all afternoon, talking to Shirl about you as a kid, asking to see pictures of you, if you can’t see she likes you, I think we need to take you back to the hospital to get your eyes checked,”

Luke laughed “you think?”

Theo winked “I know, go ask her,”

Luke watched you for another moment and when you looked up and caught his eye he gestured for you to come over.

“What’s up,” you spoke with a smile.

“Are we...what...what is this, you and me?” Luke attempted to ask. Apparently he’d forgotten how to speak in the past five minutes.

He took a deep breath and started over “I mean, are we dating?”

You laughed and reached for his hand “I’d like to think so, I hope you don’t invite all your case workers for family dinners,”

Luke grinned and you felt yourself melt.

“Anyway, I’m going to get back to the photo album, Shirley was just about to show me some adorable ones of you in the school play,”

You turned to head back to your seat where the other woman was waiting with a new photo album, when you were interrupted by Luke once more.

“Shirley Crain, don’t you dare...”

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