#like Thanksgiving was an absolute nightmare for me

[danifesting]

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[dilemmaontwolegs]

*calmly*

Bestie, I'm gonna need Logan to invite Alex and Lily over to Florida for a big Sargeant family Thanksgiving 🙊

Thanksgiving in the 305 || LS2 {3}

Pairing: Logan Sergeant x fem!reader Summary: You have lots to be thankful this holiday and get to share the special occasion with even more people this year. Warnings: 18+ only, implied smut, fluff, lots of fluff WC: 3.4K F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Three || Four

Monday, 20th November 2023 You had just walked through hell and it had been an absolute nightmare. By hell, you meant Walmart during the week of Thanksgiving. With another point scored on home soil Logan’s popularity seemed to explode overnight and the shopping trip had taken longer than expected after he signed some autographs and took photos with fans. Shopping wasn’t something you enjoyed on the quietest of days but knowing the amount of food prep you needed to do only left you more stressed.

“Relax, honey,” Logan soothed as he rubbed your shoulders with a smile. “We can do this. Just tell me what you need me to do.”

You eventually made it to the checkout with two laden trolleys and Logan did all the heavy lifting of the bags into the back of his Range Rover. Unfortunately you lost more precious prep time to the traffic that swarmed the city and the stress had you wringing your hands together until Logan took one in his.

“Sweetheart, I think you might be going a little overboard.”

You looked up from the pastry you were rolling out to weave into a lattice topping for the pumpkin pie. “What? No. No, I’m not. This is perfectly acceptable.”

“There’s twice as much as last year,” Logan stated, his lips a shade of deep purple from the berries he had stolen.

“We have more guests this year - special guests too.”

Logan’s lips perked up as he laughed. “I’ll let Dalton know you think he’s not special.”

“That is not what I meant,” you gasped, only forgiving him for the joke when kissed you sweetly. “I’ve never seen your principal outside of the races, or Alex and Lily. I’m nervous.”

“You have nothing to be nervous about. They are exactly the same outside of work.”

You chewed your lip as you nodded, hoping he wasn’t just trying to ease your worry. If he was right then you knew you would get along with them just like you had when you went to the races with Logan. You had been lucky enough to make it to most of his races after the summer break and Sooty even joined for the Triple Header rounds, but he missed out on the Vegas trip. The schedule was just too busy to have a dog in tow.

Since everyone was on the same continent, for the moment, you had invited Logan’s team mate and his team principal to join you for an early Thanksgiving. James was bringing his wife and daughter while Alex was coming with his girlfriend Lily. They had all been so supportive of Logan throughout the year that you wanted to show your appreciation before making your way to the final race in Abu Dhabi.

It was going to be the first year since being with Logan that you wouldn’t be at home on Thanksgiving but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to slack on hosting the event. If anything you were going to make it more special to make up for having it on a Tuesday. 

Logan knew one thing that would help you relax while you were busy in the kitchen and after disappearing into the living room you heard the stereo system click on and Logan’s playlist filled the room. The upbeat intro to Hold On, We’re Going Home started and Logan reached you before Drake’s voice could, his hands finding your hips as he rested his chin on your shoulder and watched you work the dough. 

All too soon he grew bored of just watching and his lips started to tease kisses along your neck. “You need to go for a run,” you murmured as you found your progress slowing. “I can’t concentrate with you doing that.”

“Doing what?” he asked innocently, the curve of his lips on your skin giving him away. 

“Distracting me.”

“But it worked, look how relaxed you are now.” His arms curled around your waist as he swayed to the music and you joined him until his hand dipped beneath your shirt and warmed the soft skin on your stomach. 

“Lo…” you groaned as you pushed him back with your hips. “Behave, please.” 

“Cause you’re a good girl and you know it,” he teased in your ear with the song. “You act so different around me.”

You turned in his arms with a smile that he reflected and placed your palm over his chest. “You are going to ruin Thanksgiving dinner.”

Logan looked around the kitchen, every surface full of the food you just had to make final touches on in the morning. There was already more than enough to feed an army. “I don’t think you have to worry about dinner.” He reached behind you and placed a spare cover over the unfinished pie before pulling you flush against him. “And the pie can wait an hour.”

“An hour? I was thinking 10 minutes max,” you giggled as he grabbed your hips and picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist naturally.

“Is that a challenge?” he dared as he carried you out of the kitchen. “I don’t mind spending the rest of the day proving you wrong, sweetheart.”

“Yes, wait, no, any other time, baby, but not today.”

Tuesday, 21st November 2023 - Thanksgiving Dinner You had never been happier that Logan had insisted on buying a house much larger than anything the two of you needed. Built for a large family, the kitchen had two full sized ovens and both were currently in use. The giant turkey filled one oven on its own and the other had its racks full of different dishes to keep them hot. 

The other great thing about the home was that the stacker doors folded back in the living room to give a massive open space that flowed out into the patio and pool. You needed all that space with the guests that had arrived. Logan’s parents had come first. Mallika had insisted on arriving early so she could help you with the fresh food that couldn’t be pre-cooked and Michael had been ordered to help Logan stock the bar.

Next to arrive had been Dalton, Logan’s older brother, who came with a very happy Sooty after dog-sitting him while you were in Las Vegas. You had rushed out of the kitchen as soon as you heard his excited bark and grappled him into a tight cuddle before Logan wrapped his arms around you both. 

“Hi, my baby,” you cooed as you scratched Sooty’s fur and kissed the top of his head. “Mommy missed you. You’re looking skinny, did uncle Dalt not feed you?” You rose to your feet at the laugh and greeted Dalton with a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you for taking care of him.”

“I would say anytime but he stole an Angus steak from my plate, twice.”

“Why do you think I came out here?” you said with a shake of your head. “There is no way I am letting him anywhere near the kitchen. Lo?”

“On it, honey,” he chuckled. “Come on, Soot, let's go play frisbee. You in, bro?”

You watched the brothers jog out to the lawn and separate to opposite ends and it wasn’t long before Michael joined his sons too.

It was another two Sargeant boys that came through the door with Logan’s aunt following with apologies for her son's lack of manners for skipping the doorbell. You waved the apology away as you gave her a hug. “It’s fine, Debbie. My mother always said doorbells are for salesmen and strangers, not family.”

“Your mother is a good woman,” Harry said as he came in with a large bouquet of flowers for you and a kiss. “You are more and more like her every day.”

You grinned at the compliment and inhaled the sweet scent of the flowers. “Thank you.”

When you first met Harry you had felt intimidated by the billionaire but you had quickly realised he was a kind, down-to-earth man who put family values first. It was one of the reasons he sponsored Logan and helped get him into Formula racing. He believed if he had the resources to help, then he had the responsibility to help. It was the same with Dalton’s NASCAR career.

The next arrival did use the doorbell and Sooty came inside to growl at the uncommon sound until you told him to stop being silly. Once the door was opened he recognised it was Alex and Lily on the doorstep and the protective nature changed to the playful wag of his tail. Sooty enjoyed the attention he got from the animal-loving couple for a moment before another duo stole his attention and he leapt off the porch to race down the driveway. 

“Sorry, he saw my parents,” you said as you invited them inside and to the bar. “Now, Logan’s the mixologist in the house so if you want something more than a beer, a wine or whiskey neat then he’s your man.”

Once Lily had a glass of riesling and Alex an IPA beer, you made the introductions to the few members of his family they hadn’t met. Most of them had crossed paths at least once during the three US based Grand Prix’s this season so it was only Harry’s teenage boys and your parents who needed naming. 

“I found some wanderers in your driveway,” your mother joked as she stepped into your line of vision and waved at the quickly growing Vowles family. “Oscar looks different, more mature.”

You looked at Logan’s old teammate who was just walking through the door and chuckled when he took his shoes off, the only one that ever did when he went inside other people's homes. “That’s what a year will do to a man,” you replied. “I don’t think you’ve seen him since last Thanksgiving, mom.”

“Not true, I saw him at Logan’s birthday.”

“Oh, okay, my bad, it's only been 11 months then,” you said with a laugh as you went to greet him and Logan’s team principal. 

“She is absolutely adorable,” you gushed over the newborn in James’ arms. “I swear she’s grown and I only saw her a few days ago!”

“She’s put on another ounce since then,” the proud father said before holding her out to you. “Go on, I know this is what you’re really after.”

“I was just coming over to see if you needed a drink,” you lied as you reached for her, “but I’m not going to turn down baby snuggles.”

Logan’s eyes found you from across the room where he was talking with Alex and Oscar and he lost track of the conversation at the sight of you. The image of you holding a baby so comfortably made something crack in his chest and he knew you would be a natural when it came to motherhood, he just had to be patient for a few more years. You didn’t even notice his lingering stare as you pressed your nose to her soft hair and inhaled the new baby scent before cradling her closer. 

“You know you are not getting her back until you leave,” you warned James, and he just smiled knowingly.

“I had a feeling that would be the case. Now Rachel and I can enjoy a few hours of free babysitting.”

“Absolutely anytime, any place. Go on, have a drink and chill out, or even a nap if you need. There’s plenty of guest rooms down the hall and a nursery too so you have nothing to worry about.”

“A nursery? Is there something Logan hasn’t told me?” he asked curiously.

You laughed as you shook your head. “Not yet, James. The house was furnished for a family sale when we bought it and one of the rooms was set up to be a nursery. We just never renovated it.”

“You two look really happy,” Alex broke through Logan’s wandering thoughts and he blinked twice before he snapped out of the moment.

“We are. She loves this, having a full house, lots of noise and company.” Logan smiled into his bottle as he tipped the cold beer back and watched as you flitted around the room topping up drinks and chatting with his family all the while managing to cradle his boss's baby safely. “Best thing I did was ask her to come with me. Makes the good days better and the bad ones easier, you know?”

Alex nodded sincerely and cast his eyes to Lily who was laughing at something Dalton said to her about his latest round of golf. Alex knew exactly what Logan meant. 

Logan had always been open about wanting children, even more so when he was drunk, and he was always making plans for the future. He hoped to stay in F1 for as long as possible and he was especially happy that he had signed with Williams for another year, but after that he thought about moving into endurance racing as it was a less intensive schedule. With less commitments to work he would have more time to focus on starting a family, so you waited patiently and supported him in his choices after all the hard work you had seen him put in.

You continued on your way around the guests, oblivious to the way Logan’s eyes followed you the entire time. Eventually you  reluctantly passed the sleeping babe over to your boyfriend knowing he would want to have some time with her too and the next part you needed two hands for. “Dinner is almost ready, if you want to start rounding everyone up into the dining room I’ll bring in the turkey.”

“I can come and help, sweetheart,” he offered but his face softened at the cutie in his arms. Your chest warmed at the sight and you shook your head, not wanting to disturb the moment.

“Between my mom and yours, there’s hardly anything left to do.” You left him with Alex and Oscar, passing by Lily and Dalton’s discussion about the best US golf courses, and found Sooty so he could be put in his kennel. You weren’t keen on having a repeat of his first Christmas when he broke the table leg trying to get scraps and the whole thing had crashed down. It had been a disaster that took a while before you could see the funny side but it still didn’t mean you could handle it happening again. “Come on, as soon as dinner is over you can have your freedom back.”

Sooty whined as you left him behind and you didn’t dare look back or you wouldn’t have the heart to leave him there. The sound followed you until you were inside and the noise of the guests swallowed his lonely cries so you could focus on the meal shared between friends and family.

Logan knelt beside the kennel and caught Sooty’s collar as he unhooked the chain and praised him for being a good boy. Dinner had been another one to remember for a long time to come and everyone was more than full as they settled around the extra large sofa inside. Traditionally, after dinner everyone would be feeling the liquor and reminisce on what they were thankful for before watching the Miami Dolphins game on the tv but since it was only a Tuesday there weren't any big teams playing. 

Logan had a better way to end the perfect afternoon anyway.

“Sooty, where’s mommy?” Logan asked as he buckled his collar back in place and kissed the top of his head. “Go find mommy, go on, good boy.” 

The quick moving ball of fur caught your attention and you just saved your glass of wine from being knocked off the coffee table before Sooty bounded over Lily’s shoes and landed at your feet. He barked twice and sat back on his heels, waiting as if he had been ordered to obey and was expecting a treat - except you hadn’t called him.

“Sooty, how did you escape your…” your words trailed off as you held his collar and watched the light catch on a diamond ring. The room fell silent as you looked up in time to see Logan lower himself onto one knee in front of you.

His deft fingers unbuckled the collar and slipped the ring off so he could hold it delicately in his hand. “I don’t need Thanksgiving to reflect on everything I’m grateful for this year,” he said softly and your heart beat so loudly you were certain everyone in the quiet room could hear it. “Since I found you, I’m thankful every damn day, and I would love to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much, if you’ll let me. Will you marry me?”

You couldn’t remember when you last took a breath and your throat seemed to clog with emotion, choking the word you wanted to scream. Logan’s lips began to curve up into a proud smile when you nodded your head and lifted your trembling hand for him. 

“Yes,” you finally managed to whisper, before the cold band slipped onto your ring finger and your vision blurred with unshed tears of joy. 

You didn’t hear the cheer that erupted, you didn’t hear their congratulations. All you heard was Logan whispering he loved you against your lips before he claimed them for the first time as your fiance.

Logan hadn’t let go of your hand since he put the engagement ring on it but eventually he couldn’t keep you all to himself and draped an arm across the back of your seat instead.

“This is gorgeous!” Lily gasped after she leaned forward to inspect the large rock on the ring. You didn’t miss the pointed look she sent Alex and wondered how long it would be until he took the same step. “So how did you two meet if Logan was in Europe racing?”

Logan grinned as he traced his fingertips across your shoulder and over your collar. “Her mom was my uncle’s secretary and when I was home for the break I dropped by his office to visit him, and then I kept dropping in because I knew she was always in the staffroom doing her homework. Not that she ever looked my way.”

“I looked, when you weren’t,” you admitted as your cheeks heated. “But I had to keep my head down so I could actually concentrate on my assignments. He was very distracting to look at, still is.”

Oscar smiled to himself since he already knew the story well over the years of friendship and double dates.

Alex chuckled and mirrored your cosy state with Lily opposite you. “So did he finally ask you out or did you have to take charge?”

“Actually Harry set us up,” you said with a smile in the oil magnate’s direction where he was talking to his wife. “I didn’t have a licence and when my mom got sick Harry had Lo take me to visit her. He went out of his way to pick me up after school every day for like two months. I honestly don’t know how I would have gotten through that time without him.”

You turned your smile to Logan as he reached for his beer and took a long drink. If you were alone he would have whispered sweet affirmations in your ear about how strong you were and how he would always be there for you but with the present company and his ears turning pink he swallowed his words. But you still saw them in his proud smile and in his blue eyes.

“Okay, maybe I went a teensy, tiny, little bit overboard,” you admitted as you saw the leftovers filling the kitchen island after everyone had gone - the house was quiet once more.

You knew there was the temptation for Logan to say ‘I told you so’ but he just kissed your temple with a smile before he checked his watch and said. “I’ll get the containers.”

Although it was too late to go to Miami-Dade shelters tonight, it had become a tradition to take the leftovers around to them after a holiday. It would only go to waste with the two of you, especially since you were heading to Abu Dhabi in the morning.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” you asked when he returned from the garage with his arms full of takeaway containers.

“Once or twice,” he teased as he abandoned the containers to pull you into his arms, “but I’ll never get tired of hearing it.”

“Good thing we’ve got the rest of our lives then.” You placed your hands on his shoulders and looked at the ring on your finger with fondness before staring into his ocean eyes. “I love you, Lo.”

“I love you too, sweetheart. Always have, always will.”

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[br4inr0tx]

HI I’ve been looking for someone that writes for the thanksgiving movie ever since I watched it. Masked slasher/voice changer do things to me.

Anyways can I request HCs with John Carver and someone he’s had this eye on for a while nearing thanksgiving? Feel free to get creative! Hope you have a good day :]

Sure thing! I feel the exact way about slashers..Urrhrghrh I love this man so much y’all I’m going to be SEARCHING for John Carver roleplayers AAAAA (character ai just doesn’t satisfy me enough ig 😓)

Happy Thanksgiving <3

tw - MASSIVE THANKSGIVING 2023 SPOILERS, stalking, death, manipulation, deception of gore, kidnapping.

Eric Newlon…

• Eric has had his eyes on you for a month now. He’s been very careful, as he knows all too well about how the smallest of details can ruin absolutely everything. You simply just don’t know it yet.

• The John Carver killer stalks and records his victims as you know. I’m retrospect he’s had his eyes on you longer then you think. Watching and carefully planning every detail.

• And you wouldn’t even have a clue.

• It’s around Thanksgiving time. You get around enough to know a few kids in town, and talk to people. Maybe, you even reminisce about the lives lost a year ago.

• It pains you to know that nightmare is all coming back. Faces you recognize are found missing or dead, and it’s been freaking you the fuck out.

• Not to mention those posts you keep getting tagged in are so very unsettling. Your name at a table with other chairs and names of people you may or may not recognize. The anxieties just kept coming and coming..

• Luckily, Sheriff Newlon has been there to help you during these rather compromising times. He seems to always know the best thing to say when you’re stressed out, and it’s kind of nice. You hind yourself recently stopping by his office just to spend time with him while he does research, and let me tell you, he eats the attention it right up.

• He assures you, nothing will hurt you when you’re with him. He won’t let this deranged killer harm you. You’re too sweet to lose. He jokes about how he could care less about those other foolish teenagers, but is he though?

• At work recently you’ve had these people you can’t stand. They never get their work done and seem to get away with it, along with being unserious and silly all the time. It hurts to focus most of the time..so frustrating. Their newest topic is bringing up last year’s incident too, which heightens your anxiety.

• Recently..they haven’t been showing up to work. Sure, you could use a few days without them, but now with this all going on? You can’t help but have a bittersweet feeling about it all.

• You decide to stay with Sheriff Newlon, or as he ushers you to say, Just Eric. It calms your nerves for the most part as he talks about things to get your mind off this whole mess. He promises you it fucks with his head too.

• After a minute Eric groans, shaking his head at the computer. “I gotta go copy some papers, I’ll be right back.” You nod, sitting back in your chair as you waited for his return. A long awaited return, too.

• You start to daydream, staring off at the walls aligned with case after case tied to the recent events of murders. It sent a shiver down your spine.

• You stood up, walking over to the pinboard and reading all of them. One paper caught your interest in particular, and as you picked it off the wall you knew exactly what it was. Your co-workers..they were tied to this. They went missing just like the others, and one of their purses was found on the side of the street with everything in it, from identification to money, like their only purpose was for the person themselves to be taken..

• You cringed hard reading it all, and as you tilted the paper upwards to bring it into more of the light in Eric’s dim room, the reflection on the plastic sleeve gave you quite a fright.

• After a quick turn around, you saw him. The John Carver Killer. As soon as you made a move he strikes, grabbing you and shoving you right against the desk and over it with your hands above your head, and with his free hand a Chloroform filled rag shoved roughly against your mouth and nose.

• In the hysteria there wasn’t much you could do. Anytime you struggled he’d grip your hands a little tighter as a warning. So much so he managed to crack your knuckles and almost even bend them in an awkward direction. That was until you finally fell asleep.

• When you woke up, you were at the front of the table, your hands tied behind your back. You weren’t gagged, but by the looks of your surroundings and the way the light shines through the boarded up windows nobody would hear you if you screamed anyway..

• What’s more, those pesky co-workers are around the table with you, all dead in different creative ways.

• John Carver appears behind you, placing his hands gently on your shoulders. “Isn’t this nice, Y/N? Everyone together, just having a nice dinner?” His head lowers right next to your ear. His voice sounded somehow robotic, perhaps because he was a voice changer. “Just like a Thanksgiving should be, right?”

• He sighs, like he had an amazing little daydream. The way his hands ran down your shoulders too..it’s the same way the sheriff used to. “I know you’ve been feeling lately..and I know you appreciate the true meaning of Thanksgiving. I made you something special, no strings attached..”

• You’re favorite meal, whatever that may be, was right in front of you. It looks delicious too..not any sort of gore or cannibalism you’d expect from the bodies all around. How would he know something that specific like your favorite food though? “Open up..” He feeds you the food himself, not trusting you just yet to let you go.

• If you don’t want to eat, be that way. He can warm you your food back up if you change your mind, but don’t ever say he didn’t have good hospitality.

• “You remind me of someone I used to know, Y/N..” He gently pushes your hair out of your face, feeding you another piece if you decided to play along. “So kind..not like those others who only care about themselves.”

• He keeps explaining everything he likes about you..even down to the smallest detail, which shakes you to your core. “

• “In fact, this year, I’m thankful for you. <3”

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for getting revenge for my kids?

So I (2000ish, x) have an adopted brother (2000ish, m). We're not technically siblings but I call him my brother (even though I'm lowkey closer with his oldest son these days).

Anyways, I'm married with two kids (a third from before the marriage, but he was... peculiar... and I don't like talking about him. That's an AITA for another day). However, I admit I may not be the most loyal spouse (brother can't comment on this, he's worse than me). Anyways, long story short, I meet someone, and we end up having three kids together. I choose not to tell the family. This works fine for a while. Suddenly, when they're young adults, brother hears this "prophecy" that I had these kids, and that they're going to end the world??

Now, I love my brother, but he is SCARY. So ofc, when I hear he's looking for my kids, I hide them. Unfortunately, he found them, and took them from me. Two of them he locked in some form of eternal torment, but one of his friends decided he wanted to keep the third. Eventually the third got thrown into eternal torment too. Of course I was mad, but he insisted that we brush past this??

Anyways, here's where I may be TA. Brother has a lot of kids. Like, A LOT a lot. Of these are two twins (1200ish, m). The older of these two (let's call him Bee) is absolutely brother's favorite child. Everyone in the family treats Bee like he's a divine gift to humanity (he technically is but that's beside the point). Anyways, Bee starts getting these "horrible nightmares" about how he's going to die soon (he's 1200, you'd think he'd have grown out of it 😭😭😭). SIL (his mom) decides that this simply CANNOT BE, and this tragedy SIMPLY MUST BE AVERTED. So instead of, idk, TELLING HIM THAT DREAMS AREN'T REAL, she goes and MAKES HIM IMMORTAL?? Like, just like that. However, she does leave out a weakness to one specific plant. This is important I swear.

Anyways, the family has a party (not, like, Thanksgiving style party. More like get-blackout-drunk-and-maybe-do-crime party) (these parties could lead to MANY more AITAs). This time, since Bee is newly immortal, everyone is having fun throwing sharp objects at him. However, his twin brother is blind, and can't participate because of that. Anyways, I MAY have made a small dart out of the only plant Bee is weak to, and guided his brother's hand to make sure he hit him, and Bee fucking dies.

Everyone loses their minds, screaming, general panic. Somehow no one notices me, but they do notice the other twin. And one of their shared brothers fucking MURDERS HIM FOR IT?? LIKE ON THE SPOT??

Anyways, it's been a while since this happened, but Brother is not over it, still trying to find ways to bring Bee back to life, etc. I get that he's mourning his son, but I don't see why he should be allowed to see his sons if I'm not allowed to see mine (and my daughter). This was long, but AITA?? I haven't told anyone yet

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[sadboi-writer]

Hello there :)

I just want to say that I am very new to tumblr and i dont know how this works haha

Can I request a connor murphy x reader where the reader stands up for him in the cafeteria at the first day of school? And that the reader kinda struggles with their mental health and they just comfort each other and stuff? I hope that's okay :)

An Angel In Disguise

Connor Murphy x Reader

Warnings: Cussing, mention of suicide

Summary: When Derek Fulton takes it upon himself to call out the "freak" of the school it's not Evan Hansen or Jared Kleinman who sticks up for Connor. No, it's the newest student at the school Y/N L/N who wrecks Derek's pride and defends the broody boy. Maybe it's because they can clock Connor's problems from a mile away.

A/N: Hello everyone! I'm so sorry for not writing in so long! I got really caught up in the first musical of my senior year. But, I'm on thanksgiving break now so I'll try to get out as many requests as I can!

A sigh fell from their lips.

Too loud. Y/N thought as they pushed through the crowd of students fighting to get to their first hours.

Looking down at their schedule Y/N saw the locker number and combination written on it by the counselor. They found it, but there were already four guys in front of it.

One was blond, he was wearing a blue shirt, and he looked nervous. Another had brown curly hair and boxy glasses, he wore a Galaga t-shirt under a black starry button down. Another looked like a stereotypical jock, letterman jacket, red close cropped hair, and a fuck-boy face. The fourth guy had longer brown hair, it was down to his shoulders, and he was wearing layers of grey and black.

It looked like the jock was giving them some trouble. Y/N rolled their eyes, So fucking cliche, they thought.

Y/N approached their locker, and the jock eyed them warily.

"Just kill yourself, Murphy." He said, seemingly to the longer haired one

Y/N straightened their shoulders, turning to the small group. Before the jock could continue Y/N placed a hand on his chest, pushing him away from the boys.

"Ew. No, sir." Y/N snapped, "Who the fuck do you think you are to say that to someone? How about you do everyone a favor, apologize to him, and then go learn how to be a decent person."

"And who are you?" The guy growled

Y/N smiled, "Y/N L/N. And your worst nightmare if you don't turn around and apologize to the tree that gave you the air to say that."

The jock huffed and walked away. Y/N turned back to the other boys. The proclaimed “Murphy” was staring at the ground. 

“So, he’s a complete asshole, huh?” Y/N commented

The boy in blue nodded, “Y-Yeah. Uh, thank you.”

Y/N softened at the nervousness of the boys. The one in the starry button down was looking anywhere but at Y/N. They stepped forward and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Are you guys okay?” Y/N asked softly

“Uhm, yeah.” said button down boy

“Murphy?” Y/N cooed

He looked up, he was fighting back tears. Y/N could tell, they’d done that so many times. He was trying to not cry in front of his friends. 

“I’m fine.” He mumbled

Y/N nodded, “I’ll walk with you to class.”

The other two boys waved and walked away. Y/N took “Murphy”’s hand and walked him out to the front steps. A look of confusion donning his face. Y/N sat and patted the spot next to them.

“Don’t listen to that guy.” Y/N said, “He’s an asshole who wants to make you miserable because he doesn’t want anyone to be happy.”

He shook his head, “I wasn’t gonna-”

“Yes you were,” Y/N gave him a look, “I’ve been there, dude. It gets to be too much, doesn’t it?”

He was silent for a moment.

“Yeah.”

His response was quiet, almost inaudible. Y/N looked over and saw the tears had finally been released. 

“It just feels like it would be so much easier. That so many people would be so much happier without me.” 

Y/N nodded, they had been there. Had felt that exact thing.

“But they wouldn’t. Your friends? Those boys from the hall? Would be absolutely devastated.” Y/N replied, “Your parents would be crushed. All of your teachers would ask how they could’ve helped you more. Peers? They would think back on every single thing they said to you and regret not talking to you more. It seems easier, but it isn’t.”

He was silent, tears flowing. And Y/N wrapped their arm around his shoulder.

“It’ll pass. You wanna know how I know? Because I’ve been there.” Y/N continued, “There will be highs and lows. Times where all you want to do is go to sleep and not wake up. But, every day that you wake up and cope with all of those emotions. You’re winning a battle. A battle for your future. A future that is so, so bright.”

He sniffled, “Thank you.”

Y/N pulled him against them and let him cry into their shirt. And there they stayed for the rest of first hour. A new friendship blossoming.

[annaphoenix1994]

Simon "Ghost" Riley One-Shot Masterlist

A collection of drabbles dedicated to our favorite soldier, Simon "Ghost" Riley. I think we can all agree that we would like to thank him impeccably for his service. :) One-Shots include:

Fluff

Smut (Of course -- we're all feral for this man.)

Power kink, size kink, voice kink, mask kink, dominance kink, authority, praise kink, the list goes on…

Domestic Simon/Parent Simon

Soft Simon (He's absolutely smitten for his partner)

Bedtime Stories (Fluff/Soft Simon/Parent Simon)

Simon reads his son a bedtime story.

Eyes on Me (Smut/Power kink/Mask kink/Size kink/Authority/Dominance kink/Soft Simon)

Ghost insists on your intimate gaze to be on him at all times - a simple haircut turned erotic once you two were alone.

Bound Forever (Fluff/Soft Simon)

Even off-duty, Simon experiences horrendous nightmares.

Simon Says (Smut/Bandana play/Praise kink/Power kink/Domestic Simon)

Self-explanatory. ;)

First Christmas (Fluff/Soft Simon/Domestic Simon + Surprise!)

Soap and his wife visit you and Simon for Christmas, surprising Simon with something he had always wanted.

Little Blip (Fluff/Soft Simon/Domestic Simon)

Part 2 of "First Christmas"!

It's a Win (Domestic Simon/Prank War/Ghost and Soap Banter)

You and Simon have always played malicious pranks on one another throughout your relationship. Getting an idea from Soap, you take his lead and manage to scare the lights out of Simon.

Thanksgiving - Kentucky Style (Domestic Simon/Ghost and Soap Bonding/Comedic Relief/Southern Hospitality 🥹/Fluff/Soft Simon

Simon and Soap visit your Appalachian family for the first time for a feast.

Only One Boundary (Smut/Domestic Simon/Sensual Sex)

After a tense disagreement after Simon returns home with a hateful gleam in his eye, he finally opens up.

Comfort Headcanons (Domestic Simon/Fluff/Soft Simon)

Perfect Mouth (Smut/Praise Kink/Mask Kink/Blowjob/Riding)

During a stake-out, you visit Simon in the night and help him make time go by faster.

Taking Simon to a Parade (Domestic Simon/Soft Simon)

Simon goes to his first festive American parade.

Acts of Service (Domestic Simon/Soft Simon/Implied Smut/Fluff

How I imagine how Simon is with his love language - acts of service.

Cowboy Poker (Dominant Simon/Protective Simon/ Soap and Reader Humor)

Simon scolds you for playing a stupid and foolish game with an angry bovine.

Teeter Meets Soap POV (Funny Thought)

I'm a big Yellowstone fan and think Teeter is hilarious and I just know she'd pick on Soap.

Snapchat (Humor/Light-Heartedness)

Gaz puts you up to putting silly Snapchat filters on Soap during a briefing. Simon takes your phone away before Price notices, not wanting you to get in trouble.

"Thank God for This Mask" (Smut (blowjob)/Dominant Simon)

You and Simon are early to the briefing (hours early - being the room they were held in was the quietest place to "spend time." You have to hide from the others after this was only a briefing between Price and his team, deciding to give Simon - Ghost - a well-deserved blowjob from under the table.

Possession (Smut/Jealousy/Possessive Sex) *Request*

You overhear a gaggle of girls talk about Ghost like one of their trophies. Keeping this to yourself, Ghost couldn't help but read you like an open book, taking his loyalty to you to the ultimate level: marking you as his.

Dead Man Walking - Part 1 (Partial Slow-Burn/Jealous Simon/Protective Simon/Confused Simon)

You are a private investigator with Graves as your target. Over the course of several months, you began to grow close to the British SAS Lieutenant.

Dead Man Walking - Part 2 (Partial Slow-Burn/Jealous Simon/Protective Simon/Confused Simon)

You're My Heaven (Pure angst/Platonic Relationship)

You've known Simon for 8 years. Having trying to be in a relationship before, both your jobs and Simon's worry kept you from being an official couple, so you both agreed on mutual terms to keep everything as platonic as possible. That was, until you died in his arms.

Two at Once (Threesome/Smut/Virgin/Simon's POV/No Y/N)

The description is pretty self-explanatory...

[jo-harrington]

Jo, my love 🤍

For a little Heaven/AASB prompt: A Nightmare on Elm Street

Chelsea my love 💜 This has been sitting in my drafts for so long. (The last blurb game I played.) I love you and know you needed a little time to feel better, but hopefully this can make you smile a little. Sorry this is so late, I am TRASH.

Haven't ready Heaven yet? Find it here. And find the Master List for As Above, So Below here.

December 1984

It had been a month.

A month full of nightmares and worry and tentative touches.

Eddie walked on eggshells around you, making sure you knew how much he cared about you—how much he loved you—while he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, hoping to soothe whatever demons lurked just beyond your consciousness.

But he couldn’t deny it anymore.

You lied to him.

And he needed to confront you about it.

“You saw Nightmare on Elm Street without me,” he exclaimed as you opened the door to greet him, ready for a night in.

Your previously excited expression fell.

“Eddie, I—”

“Nope,” he interrupted and pushed past you into your apartment. “I don’t wanna hear it. You said you didn’t want to go with me and you went anyway.”

After the whole incident that night in November—the one that had you practically clawing at his door, covered in soot and muck and smelling like smoke—he had treaded carefully. You had put on a brave face but he knew that you weren’t ok.

You flinched when he touched you if you didn’t expect him to. If you spilled any gas when you went to fill up your car, you’d scrub and scrub your hands until the skin was raw and throbbing.

However, the nights where you stayed together—whether at your apartment or at the trailer—and you woke up panting and in a cold sweat were the worst.

Which was why he didn’t protest when you turned down seeing the movie with him, despite having been excited several weeks before when you’d seen the preview for it on tv.

“That looks absolutely amazing. I can’t believe they’re waiting for November. They should have released it for Halloween!” You gushed.

“Listen, that Terminator movie seems pretty cool too,” he justified. “We’ll just have to wait.”

So the two of you waited, and Eddie waited even longer, it seemed.

He didn't bring it up when the Hawk began advertising it on the marquee--he thought he was giving you time before springing a nightmare monster on you--but at Thanksgiving, Wayne had mentioned it after the commercial popped up during dinner and you immediately became flighty.

"That the movie you kids were thinking' of seeing?" he asked around a mouthful of mashed potatoes.

"Yeah, we need to get tickets before the Hawk features another show." Eddie turned to you. "How 'bout it, angel? You're off tomorrow."

"Oh, umm," you pushed your fork through your macaroni and cheese and shrugged. "I'm kind of...tired. I was just gonna stay in, if you wanted to just come over and watch movies with me there."

Eddie agreed, of course. Not only was he eager for any amount of time he could spend with you, he just...didn't want to push you before you were ready. He also didn't want to be the kind of boyfriend who steamrolled you just because he wanted to do something.

He'd been around enough assholes like that and he knew, whether you explicitly said it or not, that you had been too.

Still...he really didn't want to wait until Family Video had the tape for rent.

So on the last day that it was at the Hawk, some dull little Wednesday at the beginning of December, he went. Brought Jeff, Gareth, and Dave under the guise of it being a treat for a great set the night before. (They really had done a good job.)

And on the way out, he noticed the poster still hanging outside of the box office. The creepy claws, Heather Langenkamp's petrified gaze. Maybe seeing the movie would be too much for you, but the poster would look really good on the otherwise-barren walls of your little apartment.

So told the boys to wait in the van so he could beg and plead and possibly bribe the theater manager--one of Rick's fishing buddies--to give the poster to him.

Imagine Eddie's surprise when the older man pulled a post it off the side of the cash register and said it was already spoken for. That surprise only increased tenfold when he recognized your name and phone number scrawled there.

Eddie asked when you'd claimed it.

"Yeah, a big group from Bradley's came by right before Thanksgiving" the manager shrugged. "You know old Tim likes to do...what do they call it? Team building? Whatever new fangled ways that you get out of paying out a holiday bonus."

Eddie didn't know how to feel...he knew you kept secrets...he did too. It wasn't that the two of you were lying to one another, per se...this certainly felt like a lie though.

Why wouldn't you just tell him you had seen the movie?

The two seconds it took for the theater manager to take a breath and get to his feet were an eternity for Eddie, and in that eternity, he spiraled in insecurity. His doubt in you, in your relationship, in himself.

He didn't want to do it. Didn't want to be this way. But what else should he think--could he think--but that it was his fault when everyone left?

The theater manager exited the box office and walked over to the poster display. He fished keys from his back pocket and unlocked the little window, then pulled the poster out and handed it to a numb Eddie, oblivious to his internal conflict.

"She said it was some kind of surprise for her boyfriend," the manager explained. "But...you're practically Rick's kid. I can't say no to you Ed. Just don't tell anyone where you got it. I don't want to get some kind of phone call saying I'm...out to destroy young love or something."

Just like that, all of the doubt exited his body.

Now here he was, standing before you as you stammered and tried to explain, as you tried to say that you had no choice. You paced and worried your fingers together and he knew he had to stop you before you got too caught up in your guilt.

He pulled the poster out from where it was tucked inside of his jacket and held the roll out to you.

"What's this?" you grabbed it from him with a frown.

"The scroll with the instructions for the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch," he grinned and urged you to look at it.

You unfurled the poster and the tension in your shoulders dissipated.

"You could have just gone with me again," Eddie offered. "I wouldn't have minded."

"I just...didn't want to be a disappointment to you," you sighed. "I know you were looking forward to it. You always cover my eyes during the jump scares. That's your favorite part."

"No," Eddie shrugged. "My favorite part is making out with you during the credits."

You rolled your eyes and rolled the poster back up to hit him with it.

"Hey now, don't damage the goods," Eddie laughed and grabbed you by the arms to stop your playful abuse. "It took a lot of work to woo old Bill into giving me that poster."

"I wanted to surprise you," you scoffed. "I was even gonna give him $20!"

"You seriously underestimate my ability to charm people, sweetheart," Eddie teased. "Hypnotize them, get them to fall for my devastating good looks."

"I guess I'm just immune to that charm," you snarked and he shifted his hands quickly to your waist tickle you. "Ah no Eddie!"

You shrieked and squirmed until you started to go limp in his arms, unable to withstand the assault any longer. His fingers slowed down and he took the opportunity to smack a kiss against your lips.

"Just you wait. One day I'll find the right words, the right enchantment," he vowed in a faux menacing voice. "And you'll never escape my spell, ever again."

[fairysteve]

Steve doesn't get depressed. He doesn't.

He just gets tired a lot more than he used to, but he has also gotten a few more concussions. And it's november, the sun setting earlier is of no help. And family video is exhausting, long shifts alone while Robin is at school.

It's completely logical that he's tired. That he doesn't have the energy to eat as often. That he finds it harder to get out of bed in the mornings.

Driving Robin is a great motivator. He doesn't know what he would have done without her.

But she's clearly wrong, because he does not get depressed.

At least that's what he told her as he was driving her home earlier. Alone, still in his car because he doesn't want to be home, Steve feels the depression like a heavy blanket over his shoulders. Comforting yet smothering.

November isn't a good month for him.

It's the anniversary of too many things, and it's the month of Thanksgiving. He can't stand playing nice with his parents over dinner. The last two years, he had barely recovered.

But they already had the threat to Hawkins this year. And his parents aren't coming home for Thanksgiving.

Steve hasn't told anyone. He knows Claudia would invite him if he asked. He knows Max could use the company. He knows he has people willing to listen and care.

But he doesn't know how to put words to what he's feeling. The way even Robin exhausts him when being around her used to fill him with energy.

He shouldn't be buying drugs when he's trying to save up to move out, but he finds himself parked outside Munson's trailer. Barely remembers driving there. Knows that Max will see him if she's home.

Does he even have money on him?

Oh, who cares. He can just sit in his car until his brain cooperates enough to go home.

Or at least, that was Steve's plan. The knock on the window thinks otherwise, startles him enough that he hits his head.

Eddie Munson is looking through the passenger window, and when Steve doesn't react fast enough, he opens the door and gets in.

"You should have told me we had a date, Harrington. I would have dressed up."

Steve attempts a smile, but if Robin's energy exhausts him, Eddie's absolutely drains him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to drive here."

Eddie makes a show of looking around, with wide eyes and a playful smile that makes something twist in Steve’s chest.

"Strange place to end up on accident. What can I do for you?"

"No, really, I don't even think I have money on me." Steve makes to pat himself down, but his hands fall back down seconds after he raised them.

He's just so tired.

"You okay?" The smile has left Eddie's face. Steve misses it.

"Yeah. Long shift." He shrugs, a small what can you do sort of gesture.

Truth is, Steve can't remember when he last had a good night's sleep. He's so tired all the time, and he spends most of his time at home in bed, but sleep still escape him. And when he does sleep, the nightmares wake him.

Unless he has some help. But he doesn't have the money for that right now.

"Okay. You should come in then." Eddie interrupts his thoughts.

"What?"

"Well, I can't let you drive home when you're looking dead at the wheel, and the trailer is comfier than your car."

"I don't wanna disturb-"

"Wouldn't have offered if you were gonna be in the way. Just come in, Steve."

Hearing his first name is enough to get him out of the car. It just sounded so right in Eddie's voice, and Steve is running on minimal brain capacity.

Maybe he should talk to Robin about being depressed. After he tells her about spending time with Eddie, no drugs involved.

For now, he's just gonna follow Eddie's lead. Starting with going inside his home.

[smileweakandwrong]

smileweakandwrong AO3 Ronance/Platonic Stobin Fic Masterlist

These Dreams Go On Series:

Every Second of the Night - M - 116K words - (warnings: major character injury, self-harm, sexual assult)

Nancy realizes the meaning behind the complicated things she's been feeling as she sits in the hospital room and suffers from strange and upsetting nightmares. Robin navigates a dark past, and the group tries to find where Vecna is hiding and stop him before one of their own is lost.

or

What if it wasn't Max who ended up in a coma following the battle with Vecna?

Welcome to the Bat Box - M - 25K words (warnings: reference to self-harm and sexual assault but not explicitly so)

Nancy returns to Hawkins for Thanksgiving and joins Robin, Steve and Eddie at their place for their inaugural Orphan Thanksgiving. A study of past and present, growth and development, trauma and healing all with good friends and bad food.

Hot Chocolate, Warm Hands & Cold Mannequins - E -8.8K words (warnings: nsfw, smut, pwp) Technically part of this series but can be read as a one-shot

Just a horny little road trip, some plot and fluff and feelings and Robin paying Nancy a smutty visit in Boston.

Six Days at the Bottom of the Ocean Series:

Carry You to the Coast - M - 62K words (warnings: major character death, drug use)

After the battle of Starcourt, Robin & Steve take some time to cope with their trauma and build their new friendship in a rundown cabin in the middle of nowhere. A year later, they're back trying to heal from the losses following Vecna and the Upside Down.

or

Everyone's favourite platonic soulmates learn life lessons and get into shenanigans together while figuring out that love doesn't have to be romantic with a dash or ronance.

Three Months & Every Moment After - T - 16.7K words (warnings: major character death)

Prequel with all the ronancey things that happened between the end of March when things went to shit and the end of June when part one begins.

Stand Alones:

Robin Buckley's Expert Field Guide to Catching Fireflies (and Other Childhood Favourties) - T - 18K words

Five times Nancy goes catching creepy crawlers with Robin and one time she catches something more.

Or, five days of oblivious lesbians failing at flirting and dancing around each other like absolute ding dongs.

I Will Remember You - M - 75K ongoing (warnings: violence and major character injury)

Nancy has some new abilities, Hawkins is locked in quarantine, new monsters show up, Vecna has a terrible plan, and Nancy has to make some terrible choices to figure out what it all means for her and everyone around her.

‘Tis the Season. Whatever That Means - G - 4.3K words

Just Christmas and first kiss fluff.

in the garden of - E - 14.2K words (nsfw smut)

Fighting monsters was one thing, falling in love with Robin was a whole different kind of scary. But building a life together and discovering that there might be room for one more was not scary at all when Nancy was doing it with Robin. Ronance and ronanceden smut but also sweet and loving.

Tell Me Nothing Else Would Do - G -18.3K words

High school AU with no Upside Down where Nancy meets Robin in a sophomore drama class and they gradually become friends and then more. A big pile of 'when will they finally kiss?' fluff.

*putting it in one shots for now, but there will be a second part eventually

Missing Out - T- 3.7K words

Just some Valentine's Day silliness

Ten Seconds, Ten Years -G- 6.1K words

Fluffy Nancy POV reflecting on ten years of loving Robin

[thenightling]

I absolutely love Over the Garden Wall. It's an Emmy award winning animated mini series entirely inspired by vintage New England Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas postcards. (Mostly Halloween).

It's right up there with Nightmare before Christmas for me. It's so charming and warm. It's like chicken soup for the soul.

It's about two boys lost in a strange and surreal forest. It's similar to The Wizard of Oz or Alice's Adventures in Wonderland but with an autumnal edge. The mini-series was released in 2014 and though Susie Quintero knew I would love it, I didn't actually watch it until 2017. It's so sweet and beautiful. It's the most wholesome animated mini-series I had ever seen.

[misteria247]

A little bit of a vent on my health issue as well as the cause of it. Please feel free to ignore this I just need to talk for a moment given the day today and try to wrap my head around this-

So awhile back I started dealing with a reoccurring health problem that I've been dealing with since I was 12 years old. This health issue is not life threatening but it's been stressful and painful to deal with. This health issue is known as a pilonidal cyst. It's a cyst that develops at the tailbone/lower spinal area. It's rather embarrassing and incredibly gross but at the same time it's just how my life works so anyways-

Because of this health issue I'd had to get surgery twice within my lifetime to try and keep it from coming back. Once when I was 12, and once when I was in my high school years. And for awhile it stayed away until a few years ago it'd came back for a third time. And for awhile I've dealt with it, taking antibiotics and calling off from work to rest and not push myself when it gets bad. Why am I talking about this you ask?

Well at the beginning of this week, that same health issue came up, and basically the entire rest of the week I've been either struggling to walk, have been having trouble sitting on my butt in certain positions and have had major back pain because of it. When Tuesday/Wednesday rolled around it busted and I believed that I'd get better since it was starting to drain.

I was wrong.

As soon as it busted, I've been incredibly ill. I've been getting headaches, fevers, and horrendous bouts of nausea. So much so that I've had to call off every day of work and I had to call my doctor to get antibiotics which is the usual drill when this happens. However this time it was different, my doctor had personally asked me if I could come into the office in person asap. Which leads to today.

I go to the doctor and get checked out and long story short I get basically told this.

My scar tissue is having a newer, slightly bigger cyst developing underneath. So much so that he strongly recommends that I get the surgery. He also wants me off from work for the rest of this week as well as next week, well after Thanksgiving to try and heal from the infection of said cyst as well as have the antibiotics do their job and get an appointment set up to meet with the surgeon they've referred me to.

I've went to this surgeon before for an earlier referral, however I'd refused to do the surgery because at the time my cyst wasn't exactly needing that kind of medical care. It was manageable. That and unlike the other two surgeons I'd went to in the past, this one was actually honest with me and told me that even if I'd gotten this surgery, it wasn't a complete guarantee that I'd be rid of this horrible thing. That sometime down the line in my lifetime it could actually come back and we'd have to do surgery again. So back in August I'd told them that I wouldn't do it because in my mind, it just seemed like an absolute waste of time especially given that I could very well end up in the same position once again later within my life. That and I was just so tired of it, it'd be the third time I'd be doing this insanity.

But now it's unavoidable. Because it's getting a new cyst beneath the scar tissue and it's gotten bigger and it's gotten to a point where it's quite literally fucking with my life and way of living. Am I upset about this development?

Absolutely.

In fact I'm currently trying not to break down, just feeling completely numb to the situation. I want to scream, I want to curse, I want to break something, but I also just want to curl up into a ball underneath my blankets and just stay there till this nightmare is over and done with.

I hate it, I hate it so much. That this stupid cyst has been haunting me since sixth grade, that I can't ever seem to be free from it and that I'll always have reminders of it. Whether it's in physical form or in scars on my tailbone and lower back. I just want a fucking break from all the bullshit of this year, from all the health issues that seem to never end. I don't want to be sick anymore, or be in pain constantly anymore.

I just want to be normal and not deal with this anymore.

I have no idea how I'm even going to make this work, how I'm going to earn money while I recover from this surgery whenever I finally get it. I've got bills to pay and mouths to help feed, pets to take care of and not to mention the holidays and whatnot. The only good thing is that I've got my family supporting me during all this, as well as an incredible boss who's been the most understanding and patient woman I've ever had the pleasure to work for.

I don't know what the future will bring, and honest to God I'm worried as well as frustrated with everything but hopefully things will work out in the end. Also I know that it's selfish of me to ask y'all this, but please pray for me, cuz I'm gonna need all the help I can get with this entire situation.

[stayxlix]

AYY MOOTERS ON MOOTERS THEY KNOW HOW TO MOOT! TUTTER PULLING TO THE PARTY IN MY CRAZY PINK WIG!!!! BEST WRITER? BEST WRITER? BEEN A FAN SINCE PART ONE!

I was getting beaten to lunacy, depression, delusion, confusion even. I got the 1st grade knowledge beat out of me with this one, i couldnt count for a sec. My vision got all blurry, thought this was chapter 17 for a minute there👹

Bitch, out the gate you be coming in HARD. You know how to set the mood, I get scared for their asses! It feels like being on drugs or something (though i aint never been on drugs, but this is how i imagine it feels like👀) I visualize like I ain't ever visualized before, put on some music reading this at night, DAYUM🛐‼️

I reread this tasty ass story atleast once every week. It's tradition at this point.

1."The physical contact was grounding—you were grounding. A lifeline anchoring Felix to the reality he so desperately needed to return to." This fucked me up😪 So beautifully written!

2. "How he'd transformed from someone potentially willing to end your life, to someone committed to protecting it at all costs." Had to pause, take a breather, and look out my window to reflect on who I am as a person, then keep reading. Absolutely Precious.

3. "Some day," he dropped his voice, "When all of this is over, I'm going to carry you back into that palace." His lips found the curve of your jaw, trailing a heated path down. "I'm going to take my time with you, princess," he nipped at the sensitive skin on your neck, causing your core to flutter with anticipation. "And then," he whispered, "I'm going to lay the world at your feet." I was hyperventilating baby I couldn't breath for shit reading this 👀

4. "Minho sighed in annoyance, as if holding a conversation with you was some sort of burden. “I didn’t want to discuss it with the others,” he snapped." TIRED, TIRED OF THE WAY HE TREATS ME. (Jk lol I get his stress but chill out, damn.)

5. "You were always mine," Felix breathed, "before we met, before all of this, you were never their princess," he leaned in, pressing his lips to your forehead. "You were always mine.” I had to stop reading and get some water, my throat dried out.

6.“You can’t,” Felix emphasized. A distant look clouded his eyes, a flash of whatever it was that had crossed his features after the nightmare seemed to resurface. “You grew up with servants to meet your needs while the rest of us bled for every scrap of food and warmth. You can’t understand, y/n. And even if you could, it won't change who I am or what I've done. The blood on my hands will never wash away.” This is where the problem occurs. Cuz what are you implying? You ate this part so much you gotta be locked away like that one song. 🗣 IM LOCKED UP THEY WONT OUT, THEY WONT LET ME OUT IM LOCKED UP🗣

7. "Go collect your friend," the man waved a hand at the door, "I will shelter you for the night. You're young, exhausted, and it looks like you've been through quite a lot." I LOVE HIM ALREADY DAMMIT

8. You knew this would not last forever with him. Nothing ever does. And you wondered if you will ever be able to accept that, even when you no longer have a choice. But in that moment, Felix was there. You extended a hand, and he was warm. He was real, and he felt more like home than anything ever had. You loved him too, and it was a feeling you did not dare let go." MY HEART! RIPPED OUT MY CHEST! I CANT BREATH! IM SOBBING!IM DEVASTATED.

IM FEELING LIKE IM ON THE LAST BITE OF MAC AND CHEESE ON THANKSGIVING, IM GUTTED, I DONT WANT IT TO BE OVER!!

But as always, let me calm down and get a lil sensitive. I love you my pookie bear❤️✨️

Your adding some good into my world with this story that i really need. Its like the same day everyday for me, then out of the blue, you pop up and you give me something to look forward to.

Like most people, there's lots of things I need to be distracted from, and you do just that for awhile❤️ I appreciate this lil story more then you could know, and I always get SO happy seeing you posted a new chapter. I can tell how much passion and effort you put into this story, and I applaud you for that🫶❤️ Take your time, take care of yourself, and feel no pressure on when you need to put a new chapter out, YOU should always come first❤️ -👹

hihi my spicy little��💕once again, i truly have no words for how thoughtful and sweet all of this is. im so grateful to have you with me on this journey (since part one, day ONE) and im so glad its been able to keep your interest after all these months.<3

"got the 1st grade knowledge beat out of me" literally had me CACKLING please!!😭✋ your excitement and the photos you send (which are hilarious too btw) always have me grinning from ear to ear. i swear my favorite part of reading feedback from you is that i will NEVER be able to predict whats coming next.😂 seriously though, im so glad youve been able to immerse yourself in the story like this (if we're being honest i definitely lose touch with reality a little bit when i get lost in writing it lol) but im so touched that it could evoke such a response in you too. (ps "i reread this tasty ass story atleast once every week. It's tradition at this point" might just be one of my favorite compliments ive EVER received about my writing. this is literally one of the nicest things you can tell someone who writes imo🥹).

MY HEART! RIPPED OUT MY CHEST! I CANT BREATH! IM SOBBING!IM DEVASTATED

(okay but why is this literally me reading any of your asks) this was also one of the most fun parts of the chapter to write omg. i love writing the end of a chapter so much that sometimes its the first thing i do.🤭

the detailed journey through each little part of the story that you go through in your asks always leaves me on cloud nine.!!! i love this so so much, i swear it does not get any better than when someone quotes the story back to me.<33 so thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking the time to share your thoughts on these specific moments. i loved reading every. single. one.💕

Had to pause, take a breather, and look out my window to reflect on who I am as a person I was hyperventilating baby I couldn't breath for shit reading this 👀 I had to stop reading and get some water, my throat dried out.

(also btw if it makes you feel any better i had a similar reaction to ALL of these after i typed them out. felix really does things to me, i probably need an intervention or some shit but here we are.🥹)

knowing that this story adds a touch of goodness to your world means more to me than i can ever express. :( im sorry to hear that you’ve got some challenges to face, but like you said i know we all do from time to time, so im just forever grateful that my writing can provide a little distraction for you in the midst of the everyday chaos.<3 (ps. if things ever get too rough, you know where to find me!!❤️)

okay okay i’m cutting myself off here, but i really do appreciate the little reminders to take my time and prioritize self-care too.<3 the way you express yourself is so unique, please never change. i love that you’re as insane and unhinged about this story as i am.🥹 as always thank you so much for the continued support, it is more appreciated than you could ever know.🤗💕

[yourethehero]

Rhysand Vs. The PTA

@the-lonelybarricade rewired my brain with talk of Grim!Reaper Rhysand and I couldn't let this go. And it broke me out of a writer's block

Read on Ao3 Here

Summary:

The Archerons were a menace. Catherine just wished she had proof.

The Archeron family was an affront, an insult to everything Catherine was trying to make her neighborhood into, now that she had finally secured the position of HOA board member and PTA director.

First it was their home - they had purchased one of the gorgeous historic homes that were central to the lower Velaris neighborhood, with a view over the river, the Rainbow, and more balconies than could ever be needed. “Like a House Hunters episode,” she had scoffed at Jannah during their afternoon tea. Her fellow HOA member nodded, outraged as well. “A painter. That Feyre woman paints. And no one knows what he does for work!”

Jannah had done her research. “Malia asked him, you know? What he did for work. And d’you know what he said? He said he ‘picks up work now and then.’” at Catherine’s outraged look, Jannah continued. “Who says that?”

There were other facts, of course. The Archerons - Feyre, Rhysand, Nyx, they are all stunning. Magazine-level gorgeous. Feyre Archeron’s sleek blonde-brown hair and high cheekbones, Rhysand’s deep blue eyes, which Jannah’s wife swears are actually violet. And of course, Nyx. Sweet little Nyx, only four years old, with his mother’s blue eyes and his father’s incredibly dark hair.

But Catherine had not a single envious bone in her body, and she merely disdained the wasted potential. Because that Feyre woman rarely dressed to beget her apparent station, and though Rhysand seemed more self-aware of his appearance, it often seemed to oversha-

No. Catherine was not an envious person.

The first time Rhysand Archeron joined a PTA meeting, Catherine had been midway through presenting the budget for the school’s Fall Fest. His appearance had shaken up the meeting, cutting her off mid-thought, his absurdly handsome face complementing the casual ease with which he sauntered into the hall and pulled up a chair. The rest of the assembly stared, or whispered amongst each other, but he seemed to not mind in the least, as he waved his hand to Catherine - as if he was the one who had been interrupted, and wanted her to continue regardless. 

Huffing, Catherine went back to her presentation. “And we are looking for the parents to provide additional support during craft time for the children. Ten and under will be making thanksgiving cards, and -”

Rhysand Archeron’s hand shot up in the air, cutting off Catherine’s speech immediately. she shot him a glare, but he seemed to not notice the way the hall murmured. Instead, he simply spoke, his honeyed voice direct and to the point. “Will the cards be like the ones on the screen, Cath?”

Catherine heard Jannah giggle, the absolute turncoat. She hated when people called her that. “They are merely inspiration, Mr. Archeron. But we are providing all the materials. cardstock, glitter-”

“Ah. I must protest, there, Cath, dear.” Catherine could feel her blood boiling slowly. Directly in her line of sight, she saw as Vera straightened in surprise. Who did this man think he was? “See, we are very anti-glitter in our household. It is terrible for the environment, you know?”

“Well - uh. Mr. Archeron.” She cursed herself for stuttering. “Would you. Ah. Do you have a suggestion?”

It was Vivianne who spoke - the woman was Catherine’s nightmare too, with her positive parenting and measured responses in light of her nightmare brood of kids. “Well, they do make biodegradable confetti! Mishka has used it in projects at home.”

There was a rumble of agreement in the hall, and Catherine knew she was losing the battle. She liked glitter, though, and her daughters loved the shine it gave all of their crafts. “We can certainly consider that, Mr. Archeron. But materials like that are expensi-”

“Don’t worry about the cost, Cath.” Rhysand seemed to want to say more, but he nodded at her to continue. Insulted at being cut off again, Catherine simply returned her eyes to her presentation, and did not make eye contact with the literal male model in front of her again.

Catherine slammed the door to her car in irritation as she got out, looking at the poor raccoon that had crossed her path. It twitched uselessly as it drew its last breaths, and she was disgusted by it. But the sound of footsteps on the pavement made her turn around, only to see Rhysand fucking Archeron - hero donor of over $2,000 to the Fall Festival fund, casually strolling towards her and her car, hands in his pockets, a soft look in his eyes. 

He ignored her completely, passing right beside her to crouch onto the ground next to the animal, and pass his hand over its body. almost gagging, Catherine spoke. “It’s dead, Archeron.”

Rhysand merely snorted, and once again her face began to heat, until something strange happened. A soft, almost imperceptible shimmer of light passed over the raccoon, and suddenly, it was standing. 

No. The raccoon was still dead on the ground. But a version of it, a small little creature, rippling as though a reflection in a puddle was, and Catherine thought she might have been going insane, because Archeron merely smiled softly at the apparition before straightening up, nodding at it, and vanishing alongside the small ghost.

The Archerons were a menace.

[bait-n-switchblade]

👪🕷️📖 for your Pathfinder character please!

👪 FAMILY - what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?

ooo this is a fun one. she’s very at-odds with her family. her parents are stereotypical kitsune in that they’re pretty neutral about most things; as long as something doesn’t affect them it might as well not exist. jack (yes named after me, i still need to decide on something else 😔) is the opposite. they stick their nose in absolutely everything and have a strong moral compass, which combined with her sense of humor gets her in a lot of trouble. so they’re a bit ostracized. think the cousin at thanksgiving dinner scandalizing conservative aunties by showing off tattoos and telling the younger cousins about her union group. it gets worse after she starts wandering around in her kitsune form during the crusade. i haven’t decided yet on siblings but if any, i think it’d be an older sister who absolutely loathes the pranks they used to pull. her parents are an older couple who have given up on scolding her, though they do send very worried letters when they hear she’s suddenly a knight-commander (did she take a joke too far? does she need an out??)

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

it’s a bit hard to describe, but their greatest fear is… being too special? like irreplaceably special. so basically the entire game is her worst nightmare lol. at first they were scared by the strange wound that even a dragon couldn’t heal, but fighting demons was kind of exciting. and then she got promoted very suddenly and realized she wouldn’t be able to just run if she wanted to bail. they were very jealous of woljif when he got away (and worried for his safety of course). she desperately wishes she could go back to being just some guy instead of everyone treating her like she has all the answers. as for irrational/mundane… lightning makes them nervous which they are very embarrassed about. it seems silly to be afraid of a little thunderstorm when you’re the commander of an army!

📖 OPEN BOOK - do they like reading? what's their favourite genre?

oh boy do they! every time she finds a new book, the group has to stop what they’re doing or convince her to put it away to read it in drezen. they’re insatiable. i like to imagine they single-handedly keep any book vendor in business who decides to visit drezen and that her quarters are packed with stacks of books, the organizational method beyond comprehension to anyone but her. their favorites are historical fiction (poorly written smut)

thank you, this was fun!!

[strangerthingfanfic]

Chapter 1

High school Dilemma Chapter 2: Beyond the Imagination

Aaron couldn't believe it was almost Thanksgiving break. Time just flew by now that he had friends and family that loved him and wanted him around.

School was also going well but the workload kept getting more and more intense so he welcomed the holiday break.

He did start having strange nightmares though right around the beginning of November.

In his dreams, creatures from the D&D world show up and destroy the town and kill a lot of people.

On Nov.6, the dreams seem to come true.

He was on his way to Eddie's house to invite him and his Uncle to Thanksgiving dinner when he heard someone calling for help.

He followed the voice and saw Will Byers being chased by some sort of creature.

He instantly jumped off his bike and ran over to him, scooping the smaller kid up he dashed back towards his bike.

He could hear the creature behind them and with every breaking branch the growling grew louder and their life expectancy became shorter.

Suddenly he heard a loud bang and when he looked back the creature was gone.

He put Will down and looked around. That's when out of nowhere, he saw Jonathan Byers was heading toward them. He had burns on his arms but they didn't seem to bother him at all.

“Follow me,” he said, taking Will's hand and heading in the direction the monster had come from.

Aaron grabbed his bike and followed Jonathan into a clearing where there was already a group waiting.

Jonathan went over to Steve who wrapped him in his arms and said “I hate when you use your power”.

Jonathan pulled Steve close and kissed his forehead and said “I'm alright Stevie. It hurts less now that I'm in your arms”.

Aaron scanned the group and when his eyes landed on Eddie they felt like they doubled in size.

“What's going on?,” Aaron asked as Eddie came over to him.

Instead of answering he wrapped his arms around Aaron and kept saying he was sorry.

“Sorry for what?” Aaron asked, rubbing Eddie's back.

Eddie pulled back and Aaron noticed the tears streaming the normally smiling face looking back at him.

“I'm sorry you got messed up in all of this” Eddie said, making absolutely no sense to Aaron at all.

“You got me into nothing Eddie. I just want to know what's going on, Aaron said, wiping the trail of tears off of Eddie's cheek which earned a deep growl from none other than Daryl.

Eddie weakly smiled at him and said with the words still coming between sniffs “I…it's like this Aaron, Hawkins seems to have been built on top of the Veil of Shadows and there are monsters that live there.

Well, a few years back we formed a team made up of all different skill sets and we learned about different things that exist out in this huge world.

Like Jonathan for example, he can break the sound barrier and form an impenetrable kinetic shield around himself. He goes by Cannonball with his mutant friends.

I am the guide since I know a lot about what may or may not be living deep under our feet.

The twins, Billy and Jason Hargrove are part of an elite group of people who have garnered powers from alien crystals. If you're wondering, Jason usually uses his middle name Scott as his last name.

So basically they have these colored crystals

Jason - Red

Billy - Green

William - Blue

Heather - Pink

Patrick - White

And you Aaron have been chosen by the Black Crystal if you choose to accept its power.

The kiddos over there also have some helpful capabilities

Jane has telekinetic and some telepathic powers.

Will has a deep connection to the upside down aka the veil of shadows and so he can keep us informed.

Dustin is great at science so he helps build things of solving problems the rest of us can't.

Lucas is brave as hell and strong so he is a battle buddy for me.

Mike notices small minute details that most of us miss as long as they are not of the emotional facility.

Max is our group lookout and scout. She is quick and blends into crowds easily making her a perfect spy.

Pearl is our navigator. She is great with directions and can find even the smallest needle in any haystack.

Nancy is a super reporter so she goes with Max a lot of the time and she's dating Billy meanwhile Robin who's dating Heather is our gossip girl which comes in handy when you want to know if someone saw something who wouldn't be open about it.

Jason and William are also a thing and as you can see Daryl is already trying to move in on Patrick and it seems to be working” Eddie said in one breath pointing out everyone.

Aaron laughed. He loved hearing Eddie's voice so he could talk all day if he wanted to.

“So how about you Eddie, are you seeing anyone?” Aaron asked shyly, afraid of the answer but had to know.

It was Eddie's cheeks turn to turn a rosy red as he said “Yeah I hope so and I hope this doesn't scare them away” and with that he leaned in and softly kissed Aaron on the lips.

Everyone held their breath. Even Daryl made no useless noises. When Eddie pulled away he just stared right into Aaron’s face.

Aaron turned his back to Eddie for a minute and trying not to turn back around at the sound of Eddie's breathing slowing down, he walked over to Jason whom he gave the black crystal to.

“Ask me again after Thanksgiving,” Aaron said and went back to Eddie and laid his head against his chest.

“I would never say no to you. But I am hoping you and Wayne will join me and my grandparents for Thanksgiving dinner.

They cook enough for an army so please don't bring anything” Aaron said into Eddie’s chest with a laugh.

Eddie wrapped his arms around Aaron and said “we will be there and I can't wait for Wayne to meet my boyfriend”.

Aaron made a purring sound he didn't even know he could make at the sound of “boyfriend”.

The rest of the day was spent with everyone getting to know each other.

Aaron knew he would accept the crystal but first he was going to enjoy his first holiday with a boyfriend.