#nearly ruined her sister's reputation

[sukibenders]

Anthony doesn't get enough flack from this fandom if I'm being honest, like most of it is pushed onto other female characters while he gets the "he was struggling," excuse. And while he was struggling, there's definitely validity to that, he also should not have his actions (eg. playing with Kate's feelings, putting her and Edwina in a difficult situation, etc) excused because of that.

[khattikeri]

3zun is just so funny to me. it's so tasty.

you canonically have A Guy who got murdered barely at his mid-20s bc he shoved his ex down a flight of stairs and called him a son of a whore in a fit of anger and the ex got paranoid enough to go "alright that's fucking it he HAS to die". he's right to scream about his ex obviously planning on killing him, he's just wrong to assume his ex was always a crazy evil bitch and not, y'know, paranoid and upset at being shoved down a flight of stairs. c'est la vie.

you have Other Guy, the ex in question who got het married to his own half-sister because "too little too late the wedding's tomorrow and we already have a kid on the way, shit, her reputation will be ruined forever if i abandon her now and don't publicly explain why, fuck, guess i'll lie to her the rest of our lives" and that's not even the tip of the iceberg of crimes and other unfortunate follies he's willing to commit in the name of status and personal safety. he murders and dismembers the First Guy and keeps the body's head in his fun little mirror closet. he talks to it now and then. just girly things.

you have The Final Guy, who happens to love both of these batshit individuals and refuses to 100% side with or denounce either of them, or even really investigate the shit they're claiming about each other, which pisses them both off and leaves everyone in varying levels of unhappiness and distress. he recognizes the First Guy's disembodied chest by musculature alone. he and Other Guy lovingly eye-fuck for nearly two full decades before he realizes Other Guy murdered First Guy and lied about it. he is tricked into stabbing Other Guy and goes into self-imposed indefinite solitary confinement over it while his two partners' souls and zombified bodies are trapped together in a coffin doomed to torment each other for over a century.

amazing and quirky of them, you have to admit.

[angrydemonfawnbaby]

maybe one day i will be over bridgerton season three and my hatred for penelope but that day is not today

i understand that the books are different and that book polin and penelope are not what their show counterparts are but i need book polin and penelope fans to take a step back and examine the absolute psychological horror of what show polin is.

genuinely there is something so insidious about a girl who meets a guy, believes it's love at first sight, and then befriends his sister. in fact, her ONLY friend is his sister. she spends years pining, sitting and staring out of her window so often that everyone in her life knows this is a common occurrence for her. a habit. she loves him, she wants to be with him, she wants to be a part of his family, and that family treats her well, they treat her with kindness.

and she tears them down. secretly. she uses her friendship with the daughter, her closeness to them, to prop herself up. to write vitriolic things about them, to cast shame on them, to bring their reputation into question time and time again. there is something so irredeemably manipulative about a girl who takes the secrets of those who trusts her and reveals them publicly when it best suits her--when she does not want the boy she loves to marry a girl who has been kind to her, a girl who considers her a friend, who has shared her anxieties and heartbreak. it does not matter that this girl would be a good wife, or that the boy truly cares for her, because this girl is not her. and she could've told the boy herself, but that boy is kindhearted and sensitive and good and he might still marry this other girl. and that is what is truly unacceptable, that is what can't be allowed to happen. so she destroys it, thoroughly. it does not matter who is caught in the blast.

it did not matter how this embarrassment would effect the family she claimed to love as her own, the family she wanted to be a part of. it did not matter that it would ruin marina, the only other person to consider penelope a friend. it led to marina nearly dying, it led penelope's own family being shamed and shunned. it did not matter, because to penelope, the only thing that mattered was that colin remained unmarried so that he may one day love her the way she loves him.

it did not ever matter that colin already loved her as a friend, because to penelope that was not a love worth having. not from colin, or marina, or eloise.

she does not care who she hurts. again and again. with daphne, with anthony and the sharma sisters, with her own best friend. eloise confides in penelope things that not only could destroy her reputation and that of her family, but things that could get her in trouble with the queen--views that are dangerous. and despite what she says, she does it to save herself first and foremost, to keep eloise from discovering her secret.

and when she thinks that the boy she loves will never return her interest, when he returns from his time away different from the boy she has spent years obsessing over from afar, she writes about it once more. to make herself feel better, to make him feel bad. for not loving her, for daring to try and change, for daring to be something he is not--something different from the boy she supposedly loves.

penelope actions as whistledown have shown her to be a callous, selfish, manipulative person. she understands that being whistledown means having power, admits it, and she has constantly used that power to destroy other women--regardless of how kind they were to her (marina), how much they trusted her (eloise), or if she even knew them at all (kate and edwina, the queen and her infant grandchild). she is a vicious and mean person on paper, with no loyalties to anyone but herself. her actions as whistledown are undefendable and cruel. and she is whistledown, they are one and the same.

i cannot see how anyone can look at the two and see anything to romanticize. she knows eloise would not want her in bridgerton house, rightfully so, but she goes to be close to colin, and then she invades his privacy by reading his journals. she continuously lies and crosses boundaries, but her eyes well with tears immediately after and so all is miraculously forgiven--nevermind that she will go home to write something cruel by candlelight later.

even their first kiss feels like a manipulation. a coersion. she begs, cries, pleads, claims she could die never having been kissed and she knows colin is a soft, sensitive boy. he was going to marry marina after a short courtship, convinced of love, he might've went ahead married her if he'd found out about the pregnancy privately because he is a good and kind man. so of course he will kiss her.

and then he proposes, and before they can go about it properly, before he can rethink it or back out--she publishes it in whistledown. so that the whole ton knows that she has finally won. she has succeeded in becoming a bridgerton. and she continues to lie to them all. she continues to lie to colin. she smiles and plays the role of the innocent girl next door, when she has been their primary antagonist force behind the curtains for years now.

even her declaration of love is said to distract, to protect herself, when he has discovered her secret, her true identity, and she can no longer hide. she shouts it at him, like it is meant to make everything okay, to make all of the bad things she's done go away.

and in a well written story, with well written characters, it would not. it would be seen for what it is. desperate. manipulative. but this season of bridgerton is a let down in many ways, and all of them are rooted in how the narrative has catered to washing away how horrible of a person penelope has been, instead of acknowledging it and moving forward with a true redemption arc.

so instead, we get to watch a gossiping mean girl who has spent years stalking and preying on one family in particular, manipulating her way into her happy ending with said family. and everyone just has to be gaslit into believing this is okay when it's not.

[solarlunarsstuff]

hello 👀👀👀 may i request an alastor trying to woo lucifer's oldest daughter while the big boss of hell and charlie are watching 👀👀👀

thank you so much and have a wonderful day!!! ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

YIPPEE !! A hazbin Hotel req ! I only watched around 4-5 episodes of the newest show so it might not be accurate ! Enjoy :) !

Alastor x Fem!Reader (FANFIC)

A/n: He might be a little bit obsessed with you, but don't worry, he'll make you quiet if he has to force it. (HUSKERDUST 4 LIFEEEEE)

TW: Fingering, READER IS A HOOKER !!!, semi-public, getting caught, his horn thingies grow, tongue fucking, getting eaten out, dry humping, pet names (slut, whore, baby, doll, ect), you look a little bit like Charlie, dirty talk, nipple play, messy make-outs, overestimating, and edging. Lmk if I missed anything ! 😙

Synopsis: Alastor, the 7'3 radio demon, the overlord of a lot of land in hell. Even though he's shown no sign of wanting to experience intimacy, he can change that rule...

The first daughter of the big boss of hell.

That was your title, ever since you were born. Later on though, you had gotten a little sister.

Charlie Morningstar.

She was a big ray of sunshine despite being born in this hellish place. You loved her, you really did.

The both of you nearly look the same. You did dye your hair to (F/c) so there is quite a difference. You're about 6'9, a few inches taller than her.

You also held that wicked smile from your father, typical.

Anyway, you were in the middle of cleaning your apartment when you heard a knock on your door and the sound of paper falling onto the floor.

You thought it was those stupid kids on floor 4 playing games again, but it wasn't. Turned out to be a letter, signed by... your younger sister?

Of course, having nothing else to do, you ripped it open with your nails and unfolded the neat paper.

It read,

'My dear sister, I know we don't talk much anymore, but I would love it if you paid a visit to the hotel! I also know you probably don't have a job, but dad wanted to see you too. He had just come to the hotel about an hour ago. He was basically pleading to see your pretty face again! So, please, think of this and get back to me as soon as possible.

XOXO, Charlie'

You always loved the way that she signed letters. She's been sending you letters with her sign off like that for years now.

Either way, you sat on your couch, contemplating if you should just go or not.

"Fuck it..." You thought out loud

Choosing something comfortable and not something you wore while hooking up.

Oh, right... You're a hooker. It's a job that's actually nicely paid, paid enough for food and your bills. That's it, that's what you were worried about.

What if one of your clients worked there? What of your dad and sister find out?

One client stood out to you though, what was his name? Did it start with an 'A'? Either way, he was one of those people who would choose a hooker and later on be actually interested.

You? Never, it would ruin your job reputation, not wanting to let your job go, you kindly refused, and he went on with his life.

Until you have gotten various notes from someone, some of them were wholesome? In a way, like, "I miss you" or "Just give me a chance".

Others... others were sort of... sexual... For example, "My cock aches for you" and they even sent a paper that had been covered in lipstick kisses.

But it wasn't lips. It was, uhm, you get the idea. He might have been a little bit crazy for you, but it stopped a couple of years ago.

Maybe he realized that I wasn't interested in something serious? You still thought about it as you took the taxi to the front street of the hotel.

You thanked the driver, but instead of him saying your welcome...

"How about I give you a ten? You know, for your pretty body?" He grinned

"No thanks, you don't seem like the type that I would bother with. Plus, that 10 won't even cover 20 minutes.." You snarled back

He whispered some slur under his breath but drove off anyway.

"People think they can just ask me for -" you stumbled back as you ran into something, more like someone...

Red vest, big deer ears, a staff...

'Oh shit..' You thought to yourself

Maybe he won't remember you?

"Back for round two, love?" He grinned maliciously

'God fucking dammit..' you looked up seeing that stupid radio demon overlord.

"No, I'm not, you sick fuck. I'm here to see my little sister.." You moved around him and continued to walk towards the hotel.

"Ahh, that's why I thought you looked familiar.." his voice had a hint of static to it.

You stayed silent and opened the doors, your sister turned around to see who it was.

"Alastor, I said that you -" she stopped once she saw you.

'That's what his name was...' You smiled a little at how your sister nearly knocked you over as she came and wrapped her arms around you.

"OH MY GOD, Y/N, YOU CAMEE!!!" She jumped up and down while hugging the shit out of you.

"Hah, yep, it's me!" You awkwardly hugged her back, noticing your father talking to the other workers on the lobby couches.

Lucifer turned from the sound of your voice and did the same thing as Charlie.

"MY SWEET GIRL!" He squealed

"Hey, dad." I sighed as he also hugged me

Charlie's personality was mostly taken by your father's side while you to your mother's.

Not really knowing your mom, but you knew you had almost the same personality. The little family bonding was broken by the voice of presumed 'Alastor'.

"Y/n, was it? Pleasure to meet you!~" As if... This fucker is acting as if you've never met before.

"Right..." You went along with it, about to shake his hand, but almost forgot that he is an overlord of souls.

You just smiled lightly at him, seemed like it was the safest option.

[1 hour later]

Nifty was off somewhere cleaning, Angeldust was flirting with Husk, Lucifer and Charlie were laughing at something stupid. And you, you were just sitting on the end of the couch, sipping on your (F/d).

Everything was going lovely until you heard a little bit of static start to form behind you. Everybody else didn't seem to notice, but you did. While turning around, you saw that dumb fucks face.

"Darling, tell me.. Do you like me for the money? Or for how your pretty walls wrapped around my d-" you instantly cut him off, not wanting anybody to hear.

"Shut the fuck up..." You glared at him

He smuggly smiled and sat next to you, squishing you between the armrest and him.

"Could you move-" Your voice stopped in your throat when his hand landed on your thigh.

Alastor kept his hand there, slightly rubbing his hand closer to your cunt.

He paid no mind to your silent pleas. Instead, he started talking with Husk and Angeldust. Thank the gods you were in a blindspot, or everybody would've seen Alastor touching you up.

His hand swiftly slipped into your shorts, rubbing your dampened panties from the outside.

You started to softly buck your hips into his fingers, wanting to gain friction. As if it was obvious, he stopped, grinning from you silently whining.

"Are you okay?" Your father, Lucifer, asked. He noticed how you were twitching.

"Mhm!" Was all you could muster as Alastor started to pump his fingers again.

Your arm flared out, gripping his shoulder. "A-alastor... You..." You couldn't speak for shit.

"Please let me and Miss Y/N excuse ourselves!" Alastor announced to the group.

Before you could speak up, he dragged you a few feet around the corner. "What the fuck-" he cut you off by forcing his lips onto yours.

"You're going to shut the fuck up and take me right here..." He pulled away slightly before diving back in.

A/N: I'm gonna edge yall since I want this to be done before school starts tm!! :3

[smoooothoperator]

What Was I Made For?

04: Reputation

Charles Leclerc x driver!OC (Dafne Morelli)

childhood enemies, forced proximity, accidental pregnancy, enemies to lovers

Warnings: anxiety, social anxiety, hate, Sebastian Stan (yes, he's a warning🫣🫠)

a/n: Hiiii!!! How are you doing? Here you have a new chapter! What do you guys think that will happen next? I'll read you! Oh! And at the end of the chapter you have some surprises!!

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They always said that hair holds memories.

When I was little, I always liked to have long hair because I loved standing in front of the bathroom mirror and watching how my mom tied it up in a ponytail, pigtails, or braids. It was a moment for the two of us, watching each other through the reflection of the mirror, my eyes following the gentle movement of her hands and fingers through my hair, and seeing how she wrapped a colorful tie around it. Sometimes she even wrapped a ribbon and made a little bow.

When I started karting, I always tied my hair in two braids and wrapped them around my head, making me look like I was wearing a crown made of my own hair. It was useful, letting me be comfortable with the helmet and not worrying about tucking my hair inside the suit to keep it from going wild while I drove.

Growing up, I always took care of it, sometimes getting attention from my girl classmates who asked me for tips on how to take care of their hair, wanting to know what products I used to make my soft curls look perfect.

When I started to get a little famous, brands like Kérastase and Garnier wanted me to be their face and sponsor me.

My hair holds so many memories. It was part of my identity.

But it holds bad memories too.

Charles pulling my pigtails. Nearly ruining my hair after dyeing it during a breakdown. Charles putting gum in it. Having nightmares after watching “V for Vendetta,” thinking that someone shaved my head.

If I want to be a new version of myself, I have to cut things from the root.

New hair. New me.

“Dafne, why are people saying that you hired a lawyer and you'll file a lawsuit against Charles?”

A few days later, after the unfortunate meeting and call with Fred, my sister Erica came to help me get ready for an event in Tuscany. Something about a high society charity event.

“You are taking it too—” she stopped, turning around and looking at me as I walked out of the bathroom. “Did you cut and dye your hair?”

“Yeah,” I shrugged, grabbing my makeup bag and putting it in the suitcase.

“What? Why?” she frowned.

“Because I wanted to,” I said. “It's easier to style, easier to wash.”

“You never complained about your long hair!” she exclaimed, making me roll my eyes. “And why is it blonde?”

“Because I wanted to, Erica!” I sighed. “I wanted to try something different! Jeez!”

She frowned slightly, scanning me with her eyes. And somehow I felt so small, judged by her.

“Blonde doesn't look bad on you,” she smiled, finally. “But it will be weird, you always had long hair.”

“I know,” I sighed, touching my hair and biting my lip when I felt it barely touched my shoulders.

She looked at me, following my movements with her eyes. It’s like she was waiting for me to talk more, to explain, to break down. She waited for me to say something, to answer that first question she asked, wanting me to tell her what I had been doing the last two days.

“Well?” she frowned. “Why did you hire a lawyer?”

“Take a guess,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “A certain someone just talked shit about me some days ago, and let’s not talk about the so-called punishment he will receive.”

“Look, what he did wasn’t nice. But he was drunk,” Erica sighed, making me feel betrayed.

“So? Does that give him the right to talk shit?” I frowned. “You are my sister, and you are defending him? He won’t apologize for that, Erica!”

She took a deep breath looking at me and I looked away, clenching my jaw. I know she gets along with him, that Jules connects them and somehow they share the pain of losing him. But why is she defending him?

“I’m not defending him,” she said, her voice sounding more serious. “But this is getting out of control, Dafne. You two have to stop now before the whole team and our families get more involved.”

“Sure,” I scoffed. “I’ll make sure to stop this.”

She rolled her eyes and sighed, getting up from my bed and grabbing everything so we could leave for the event. I made sure to leave enough food for my cat and then I grabbed the keys and my bag.

The event was not far from where I live, making it easier and faster to go, just using Erica's car and then reserving a hotel room so I could get changed and ready for the event. My sister Erica always made sure to have everything ready, the makeup and hair artists would be there shortly after we arrived at the room.

“I don’t think the hair team would be necessary,” I sighed, looking out of the window, watching the landscape pass by.

“They’ll find something to do,” she sighed. “I hired them, and if it sounds bad, I won't pay them to do nothing. At least let them… I don't know, do a hairstyle or something.”

“Yeah, sure,” I sighed.

When we arrived at the hotel near the event place, I opened the door and immediately heard people calling my name.

My name and some other nasty names.

“Whore! Slut!”

I clenched my jaw, trying to focus on the people that came to me with a smile, holding notebooks and pens, signing the papers, and taking pictures with those who showed me their phones.

But at some point, the insults grew louder, making my sister walk towards me and hold my arm, pushing me inside the hotel.

“Now do you understand why I'll sue him?” I mumbled, clenching my jaw and pulling my arm away from her hold, walking towards the elevator and waiting for her to grab the room key card.

I looked down at my phone, trying my hardest not to open my social media. If they dare to call me those names in person, I don't want to know what they call me on Twitter or Instagram.

“Erase the media apps,” Erica said, getting in the elevator with me.

“I barely open them,” I lied.

“I don't care. Erase them from your phone.”

I sighed and nodded, grabbing my phone and doing what she said. I should let my manager take care of this if there was something to worry about.

“And that lawsuit…” she sighed.

“I won't give up on that,” I whispered. “He took things too far this time. I won't let him act however he wants and think he can stay innocent all the time.”

“God, if only you two acted like adults and talked things out…” she sighed, rolling her eyes.

If only she knew… All the times I tried to talk to him, he came up with another reason for me to hate him. In the end, it was easier hating him than trying to befriend him.

“I think I reached out too many times, Erica,” I sighed. “And it's time for him to see that I'm not a doll he can play with.”

“But still…”

I shook my head and sighed, walking out of the elevator and going to the room. I opened the door with the card and got inside, sitting on the bed. The stylist team will come soon, so I have to get dressed quickly.

“This time it's his turn to fix things,” I said when I saw Erica walking in. “If he wants to, of course. But I highly doubt it.”

The dress is too tight. I can barely breathe with it.

Or maybe it is because of the anxiety making my chest and stomach feel tense.

The moment I got out of the car and my feet touched the ground, hearing the clicks of the cameras and the calls of the photographers, I felt my breath hitching in my throat. My palms started to sweat, making me rub them on the material of the dress to dry them, but they started shaking the moment I walked deeper into the crowd.

“Deep breaths,” Erica whispered, placing a hand on my back.

I nodded nervously and walked towards the photoshoot zone, watching the photographers take pictures of people in front of me: actors, models, singers, other athletes.

I took a deep breath and looked at the first cross on the floor that was closer to me. I have to wait for them to call my name and place me there.

“Dafne Morelli. Formula 1 driver,” someone said, the man in charge of the photoshoot.

I took a deep breath, two, three. Chin up. Shoulders back. Straight back. Fake smile.

I stood on the cross, looking around at the cameras when the photographers called my name. I tried to focus on the people who called me, ignoring the heartbeat pounding in my ears. Someone led me to the next cross and then to the next one. And when the photoshoot ended, I looked at the people with microphones and cameras.

“It's not obligatory to do interviews,” Erica said, holding my hand. “It's just for the people who were requested for it. And you are not on the list.”

“Oh… Sure,” I nodded. “That's better, honestly.”

She smiled weakly and nodded, walking with me to the main room where everyone would be sitting at tables for the gala.

“Who are we sitting with?” I asked her, leaning closer to her.

“Other athletes,” she said. “And the table closer to us is the one with actors.”

“And they are…?” I sighed, closing my eyes and fixing my hair a little.

“Believe me, you won't believe it,” she said.

“What? Why? Who is there, Meryl Streep?” I laughed softly. “Anne Hathaway? If she's there, please remind me to take a picture with her and invite her to a race.”

“Oh, Anne is, and of course, I'll remind you to invite her,” she smirked. “But someone else.”

“Who? Emma D’Arcy?” I gasped. “I haven't watched the new season of House of the Dragon yet!”

“She won't,” Erica laughed. “It's actually someone you have a crush on…”

“Wh—” I gasped. “No way.”

“Oh yes.”

“Oh God, Erica! If I was anxious now, I'd feel even more anxious!” I groaned. “Sebastian Stan is here?”

“Yep,” she smiled. “And he'll make a speech.”

“Oh fuck,” I sighed. “I can die in peace.”

“Drama queen,” she laughed softly, rolling her eyes.

When we finally walked inside the room, I somehow felt self-conscious. People looked at me the moment I walked in, talking in low voices, hiding their mouths with their hands.

Are they talking about me? Did they hear those false accusations? Do they believe what Charles said?

I sat at our table in silence, looking at the plate and not daring to look up. They are looking at me, right? They are talking about me.

I sat at the table, grabbing the napkin and placing it in my lap. I heard a waiter on my right, asking something, probably about a drink, since he was holding a bottle that looked like white wine. Not finding my own voice, I shook my head, avoiding eye contact with the waiter and grabbing the water bottle that was in front of me, filling the glass with cold water.

Somehow, the food right in front of me doesn't look good. I'm not hungry anymore. I looked around, smiling fakely while I grabbed the glass with cold water, drinking it all and serving myself another glass. I played with the food, tried to eat something, but the knot in my stomach was so tight that I could barely eat more than two bites. The water looks fresh and makes my throat less dry. The next dish looks delicious and smells amazing, but it's too much pasta, too much, and I can't eat it. I played again with it, moving the spaghetti around the plate to make it look like I ate something. The waiter took the plate away, barely touched. My glass of water was empty, I needed more water. More water. More water. The dessert, a tiramisu. My favorite. I wanted to eat it, but…

“I need to get some fresh air,” I mumbled to my sister, grabbing the napkin from my lap and getting up, not being aware that my favorite actor was talking through the speakers.

I walked out of the room, feeling everyone's eyes on me. My chest was burning, my heart was beating too fast.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I mumbled, pacing back and forth, with my hand on my chest and trying to breathe.

I don't know what I was doing. My phone was in my hand, reinstalling Twitter and logging in.

Why am I doing this?

Hundreds. Thousands of notifications. Mentions, retweets, DMs.

I installed Instagram and logged in.

Mentions, tags, DMs.

Videos of Charles at that party. Of me screaming at him. My sister Soleil and Arthur holding me by my arms and pulling me away from him.

And then flashbacks came to my mind.

Charles in my room. Charles' lips on mine. Charles kissing my neck. Charles mumbling a name that's not mine. Me trying to fight but giving up. Me taking off his shirt. Him taking off my sleeping shirt. Us in bed. Charles kissing me. Charles moaning—

“Hey, are you okay?”

I gasped, flinching and dropping my phone to the floor when I turned around surprised, being taken out of a spiral of thoughts and flashbacks.

He was standing there. Sebastian Stan was standing there.

“Yeah, yeah, I…” I swallowed thickly, gasping softly when I felt small tears blurring my vision. “I'm okay.”

“You didn't look okay some minutes ago,” he smiled weakly. “I'm…”

“Sebastian Stan, I know,” I laughed nervously. “Big fan.”

“O-oh! Well, I'm a fan of yours too,” he smiled, taking a few steps closer to me.

“Y-you are?” I whispered softly, surprised.

“Of course! The first woman to win a Formula 1 race,” he nodded. “It's impressive.”

I looked at him, surprised. Is he really talking to me? Does he know who I am? Am I dreaming?

“You… you were having an anxiety attack, right?” he smiled weakly.

“I guess so,” I sighed. “Just… Many things happened lately.”

“Oh, I understand,” he nodded. “Let me guess. Something controversial that has everyone against you on social media so you read everything and let it get into your mind?”

“How…” I frowned. How does he know?

“Believe me, I went through the same some years ago,” he sighed. “The best decision is to delete those things from your phone and ignore them.”

“Yeah, well… I did some hours ago,” I mumbled, blushing. “But I installed them again. I don't know why.”

“You were spiraling,” he nodded. “I noticed it. I was giving the speech when you walked out. As soon as I finished, I talked to who I guess is your sister.”

“Erica,” I nodded.

He smiled and nodded, walking closer to me. He knelt in front of me and grabbed my phone from the floor, smiling weakly when he looked at the broken screen.

“I'm sorry, I surprised you,” he sighed.

“No… I think it's better that way,” I smiled, looking at him.

Am I in heaven after dying? Why is he talking to me? Is this some type of game? A dream? A nightmare? Now he will just say that he thinks I'm a fraud and that I don't deserve the seat.

Just what Charles said.

“Don’t believe what they say about you,” he said suddenly. “You know your version. It's their choice to believe you or not. You don't owe them anything. Don't let those words ruin a reputation you fought to build.”

I looked at him, surprised. He knows about the rumors?

“And by the way,” he smiled. “You look amazing with blonde hair. Everyone was talking about it, you are more famous than you think, Dafne.”

I took a deep breath and looked at him, somehow feeling the air getting into my lungs and making the anxiety go away.

There are people who don’t hate me. I’m more famous, he’s right.

This is how I picture the girls

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[in1-nutshell]

Hey, love your work, and my sister loves it a lot as well, so this request is manly for her. Would you be open to doing a opposite personality buddy to wheeljack, like buddy is thier little sibling or something, or thier human buddy, idk, dont do this kinda thing. Anyway, sorry for all the writing, keep up the great work.

Your and your sister's request has been fulfilled!

Hope you enjoy!

Wheeljack's younger sibling with the opposite personality

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Mention of injury but nothing graphic, Cybertronain reader

TFP

One of the greater mysteries of the universe.

How were Buddy and Wheeljack related.

Buddy was much more of a rule follower as Wheeljack broke said rules.

Now this didn’t mean that Buddy followed the rules religiously, even they knew there were times where rules did not have a reach. Same went for Wheeljack.

As a scientist, he knew that there were certain things that had to make sense to make other things make sense.

Wheeljack holding a grenade in one servo and some engex in the other.

“We can—”--Wheeljack

Buddy taking the engex and grenade out of his servos.

“But should we…”--Buddy

“Buddy, I’m a scientist. I have questions and I’m going to get answers.”--Wheeljack

“And I’m the only one of us with most common sense, and I say no.”--Buddy

“To bad, I’m the oldest.”--Wheeljack

“Hard to tell some days.”--Buddy

“What was that?”--Wheeljack

“Nothing!”--Buddy

Another difference drawn between the two was their line of work.

Buddy worked closely with the Elite Guard, basically Ultra Magnus’s second in command.

Wheeljack was a Wrecker.

Now Buddy was on relatively good terms with most of the Wrecker’s thanks to being related to Wheeljack.

Bulkhead earned a sibling when they met.

Wheeljack placing a servo on Buddy’s shoulder.

“And this is Bulkhead. Bulkhead meet my little—”--Wheeljack

Buddy jabs him in the gut causing him too nearly double over.

They offer Bulkhead their servo to shake.

“I’m Buddy, Second in Command of Commander Ultra Magnus, and… Wheeljack’s younger sibling.”--Buddy

Bulkhead blinks before shaking their servo.

“Second in Command of Ultra Magnus, huh? You got your work cut out for ya.”--Bulkhead

“Magnus isn’t all bad. He’s a nice bot once you get to know him.”--Buddy

Wheeljack snorts.

“Yeah right, and Screamer is going to create an army of himself.”--Wheeljack

Buddy knew that the two mechs weren’t on the best terms, especially when Wheeljack decided to antagonize their Commander.

Buddy often tries to play the mediator between the two when Ultra Magnus becomes the Wrecker’s leader.

Buddy did as much as they could to keep Wheeljack on the team.

To say they were a bit spark broken that he left them was an understatement.

Magnus standing by the door seeing Buddy’s back trying to organize the ammunition rounds for the 5th time today.

He walks over and puts a servo on their shoulder.

Buddy freezes but knows who it is.

“…I just can’t believe he would leave… just like that… without even saying good-bye… Sorry you have to see this sir.”--Buddy

“Buddy… if you need some time to collect your thoughts, your more than welcome to do so.”--Magnus

Buddy shakes their helm taking in a shaky vent.

“I’ll be fine Commander.”--Buddy

“Very well then… I will be in the main room if you need me.”--Magnus

Magnus begins to walk away.

“Magnus—I mean—Ultra Magnus sir.”--Buddy

Magnus stops and looks at Buddy.

“Thank you for checking in Commander… it means a lot.”--Buddy

“…You’re welcome… and you have clearance to call me Magnus.”--Magnus

Buddy perks up a bit.

“But in closed quarters.”--Magnus

Buddy smiles a bit.

“I won’t ruin your reputation Magnus! Thanks!”--Buddy

Buddy stood by their Commander’s side as the war seemed to have grown longer without Wheeljack by their side.

Soon Magnus sent them on a shuttle to do some atmospheric patrolling, they got spotted by the Decepticon lookouts.

The seekers managed to follow them out into space before they started firing their long-range weapons on the shuttle.

Buddy hit their helm at one point trying to comm in Ultra Magnus.

It was a miracle that they managed to get into an escape pod and get shot out before the shuttle exploded.

Magnus was on the other line getting his shuttle ready to get his second in command when the line went dead, and all signatures went dead.

After a couple of days of searching for any remains, Buddy’s name was listed on the KIA list.

Wheeljack got noticed from the final list before Cybertron went dark.

In space they say that no one can hear you scream, tell that to Wheeljack when he nearly made himself deaf from the screaming.

The pod eventually lands on Earth but gets stuck and remains closed for a while in the woods.

Time skip after Magnus comes to Earth…

 Miko was running from the Insecticons.

Somehow one of the cons managed to take the Apex Armor from her leaving her at the mercy of the Insecticons while the rest of the Wrecker’s tried to fend them off.

Of course, a couple strays followed her into the woods.

One of the Insecticons accidentally stumbled on the abandoned pod activating its hatch.

The shaking somehow managed to get Buddy out of stasis and woke up out of their pod.

The first thing Buddy saw was a small organic creature cornered by those blasted Insecticons.

“HEY UGLIES!”--Buddy

Miko and the Insecticons look over to see Buddy aiming their blaster at them.

Buddy doesn’t hesitate and blasts them in the face.

Miko runs out of the way as the Insecticons go down.

She looks up at her savior and eyes fall on the Autobot symbol.

“You’re an Autobot!”--Miko

Buddy raises their optic.

“Yes? How do you know that…”--Buddy

“I’m Miko, I’m actually a Wrecker myself.”--Miko

“Buddy—Wait what?”--Buddy

“You’re name is Buddy?”--Miko

“That’s not important right not Miko.”--Buddy

“I feel like it should be.”--Miko

BANG!

SSSSHHHHRRRRIIIIEEEEEKKKKKK!

“Sweet Solus Prime what was that?!”--Buddy

Miko goes up to Buddy and tries to move them to the direction.

“That’s Predaking and he is going to tear them apart if we don’t get there in time!”--Miko

“Woah, woah, woah. Predaking? Them? Kid I need a little bit more information.”--Buddy

Miko throws her arms in the air.

“Big bad dragon bot is going to Tear Magnus, Bulk—”--Miko

Buddy’s optics widen.

“Magnus? Like Ultra Magnus? And Bulkhead?”--Buddy

“Yeah and—WOAH!”--Miko

Buddy grabs Miko and begins running towards the noise.

“You know them?!”--Miko

“Know them? That’s my team!”--Buddy

Miko did her best to give directions till they came to the edge of the wood.

A giant Predacon was fighting the Wreckers.

Buddy put Miko down behind some rocks and activated her blaster and shield.

This was going to be messy.

Buddy immediately charged in, jumping on a rock, and slamming Predaking in the face.

Buddy continued to shoot their blaster at the Predacon while the others momentarily hesitated before going back to the fight.

Magnus knew from the slam that it had to be his second in command.

No one did a shield slam like they did.

Bulkhead wasn’t sure who this bot was yet, but they were helping in the fight which was good enough for him.

Wheeljack focused more on the fight than the strangely familiar looking color scheme.

Finally, Predaking was called back to the Nemesis and left the Wrecker’s.

Buddy panted a bit.

They just woke up and had to dispose of two Insecticons and battle a beast… they needed a break not blaster to the face.

Miko starts running towards the group.

“THAT WAS AWESOME!”--Miko

Bulkhead looks over at Miko in relief.

Buddy turns to Ultra Magnus, straightens out and salutes.

“Ultra Magnus sir… Sorry I was a little late on patrol…”--Buddy

Magnus slips out a rare smile and places a servo on their shoulder.

“At ease soldier. Its good to hear from you Buddy.”--Magnus

“Buddy!”--Bulkhead

Buddy gets picked up from the back by Bulkhead.

Buddy laughs a bit while patting his arm a bit.

“At ease Bulkhead. I’m fine.”--Buddy

“Fine? Last we heard you name was on the list… Hey Jackie, aren’t you going to say anything?”--Bulkhead

Buddy freezes a bit looking at Wheeljack in front of them.

They both just look at each other.

One with more shock and the other with a more neutral face.

Buddy straightens their back struts more.

“Wheeljack… it looks like you’re in good health.”--Buddy

Wheeljack snaps out of it and begins running to Buddy.

Buddy instinctively slams him with their shield knocking him back a few feet away.

“OW! What was that for?”--Wheeljack

Buddy narrows their optics at him coldly.

“As instinctual as that was, I don’t regret it. You deserve more for what you put me through.”--Buddy

“Hey, Buddy, what’s your deal with Wheeljack!”—Miko

Bulkhead gently grabs Miko close to his chassis.

“Umm… Miko I think you better leave them to it…”--Bulkhead

Buddy walks over to Magnus.

“Sir. Permission to resume my position?”--Buddy

“We will discuss it with Prime.”--Magnus

“Optimus is here. I missed so much…”--Buddy

Magnus and Buddy begin walking to the groundbrigde, Wheeljack sulking right behind them and Bulkhead holding Miko.

“Is Buddy, like, his ex or something?”--Miko

“No, Buddy’s Wheeljack’s younger sibling and Magnus’s Second in Command. They had a bit of a falling out from what I heard around before Jackie left.”--Bulkhead

“Buddy…and Wheeljack… are related?”--Miko

Bulkhead shakes his helm a bit.

“Don’t try to connect the dots on this one. No one knows how their related.”--Bulkhead

[aelenavelaryon]

𝓡𝓱𝓪𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷 𝔁 𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓭

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷 𝓲𝓲

Trigger Warnings: death and childbirths. If there are more please let me know

Princess Rhaelle never let Alicent get in the way of seeing her brothers and sister. In return, the young princes and princess grew up knowing they were loved and cared for. Princess Helaena was set to marry her nephew, prince Monterys, the young boy loved his aunt as much as she loved him. The children were still young but soon enough they would marry. Lady Laena and prince Daemon left King's Landing after an argument between the young princess and her uncle. No one knew what the argument was about, not even Laena or Laenor.

The Keep was lively with all the children running around. Princess Rhaelle was expecting her seventh child, Laenor was always watching over her, he, despite having other taste loved his wife, it was odd to say the least but they did love each other yet they shared bed with others. Laenor knew this babe was to either be his child or the child of the Commander of the City watch. He didn't care though, he loved all his children, even the ones he did not sired.

"The queen has been quite as of late" Laenor said as he took a sip of his wine. Rhaelle nodded. "She has no other lies to spread. For now" she replied. "If this babe is mine she will say nothing. Your father as put her in her place and he has replace Otto with Lyonel Strong. The man keeps his son and grandsons protected no matter what" Rhaelle smile. Lyonel Strong was an honorable man and she knew it. When Harwin confessed to his father what had happened between him and the heir to the Iron Throne the man nearly collapsed where he stood.

But he knew that Jace and Luke were his blood and he had to protect them. Rhaelle made allies with other houses. House Stark was a match she had come to make. Her Visenya was to marry Cregan when she came of age as they were only two years apart. Monterys would marry Helaena. Jace would marry Nymeria Martell, Luke would marry Mariela Tyrell. Aegon would marry Baela and Aemond would marry Rhaena.

The matches were secured by Rhaelle and her hand, securing her reign with other houses. Aethan was to marry Morrigan Baratheon to strengthen the bond between the houses. Laenor had made allies with people in the Free Cities to farther support his wife.

Alicent Hightower plotted on how to end the princess. Her and Larys Strong always tried to find out ways to ruin the princess' reputation but they always failed as the princess was always one step ahead until once she wavered. When Laena was due to give birth the lady called her closest companion and friend, princess Rhaelle.

Princess Rhaelle, after hearing the news flew on dragon back to see her lover, Lady Laena. Although, pregnant and nearly her time to give birth as well, she discarded anyone's opinions and flew over to see her. "Laena!" she yelled as she tried to run. "Rhae, please!" Laenor begged as she left him behind. "She can't die on me, Laenor. Not her. Not Laena. Not my Laena" she nearly cried. Her steps echo in what seemed to be an empty hall. Rhaelle stopped and gathered herself before walking in.

Laena, smiled as she saw her lover. "Rhaelle" she began. "You came" she whispered. "You called" Rhaelle replied. She rushed to see her, she sat beside her. "I can't believe you're here"  Laena said tiredly. The woman has been in the birthing bed for hours now. Daemon waited outside, he didn't want to see Rhaelle just yet. He couldn't.

Rhaelle held Laena's hand as the two talked about what they had been doing since Daemon moved his family away. "I know my time has come, Rhae" Rhaelle shook her head. "You cannot leave me, Laena. You hear me?! I cannot do this without you" she cried.  Laena smiled at her dearest love. "I wish to ask for one last thing" Rhaelle nodded. "Anything" she told her.

Laena kissed Rhaelle's hand. "When my time comes I wish to have a dragon riders death. I don't want to be cut open. I just wish to go in peace" before Rhaelle could reply, Laena's labors pain came back but stronger. Rhaelle held her hand, she delivered Laena's son third daughter for her. "It's a girl, Laena. A beautiful baby girl" Rhaelle said with a smile as she held the baby girl in her arms. "I wish to name her" Daemon walked in. He laid eyes on his wife first before looking at Rhaelle. She simply nodded, acknowledging his presence.

She walked over to Laena first. She wanted her to get a chance at holding her child. "Here, take her" Laena seemed to be fighting to stay. "What will you name her?" Rhaelle asked. "Rhaella. In your name and honor" she replied and Rhaelle felt the sting her eyes. It wouldn't be long before the tears would come. "Oh, my sweet Laena" she said in a whisper before bending down to kiss her. "Promise me, Daemon..." Daemon walked over to her. "Promise me, that Rhaella will be loved, always. Promise that you and Rhaelle will watch over her and her sisters" Daemon nodded as did Rhaelle.

Lady Laena Velaryon passed away two hours after her daughter's birth. At Laena's funeral everyone had gathered to say their last goodbye. Rhaelle stood with her good mother, princess Rhaenys. Vaemond gave his speech and bid his goodbye to his niece. He had jabbed at Jacaerys and Lucerys blood but nothing got past Lord Corlys who glared at his brother. The funeral had ended and everyone had gathered near the beach to spend some time with the grieving family.

Princess Rhaelle sat with Ser Laenor both let the water feel them. "I miss her" he said in a hush tone. She held him by the arm. "I remember when we were little. We used to play the hiding game. We used to play that for hours" she smiled at the memory and he did too. "Do you remember when we accidentally found the secret passages because we had lost Laena?!" the two laughed at the memory of their sweet Laena.

Laenor kissed Rhaelle's hand. "Thank you" he said to her. "For what?" she asked. "For loving her as much as I did" he replied. "I love you as much as I love her" she replied before kissing him. Daemon watched her; jealousy brewing within him. Alicent watched them too, she hated the fact that Rhaelle was happy without her. It was never about the crown. It was always about her love. Rhaelle's love.

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@beebeechaos

@baellabass

[hamletshoeratio]

Am I supposed to care that Penelope ruined Eloise's reputation when Eloise had spent the entire second season chasing away all her potential suitors?

I mean, what Penelope did was wrong, but I can't find myself to care so much because Eloise is getting exactly what she has always wanted: spinsterhood.

Eloise doesn't want to confirm to society's expectations for her, yes that's true.

BUT

What Penelope did affects more than Eloise herself. It affects the rest of her family, especially her two younger sisters. Her simply becoming a spinster wouldn't affect Francesca and Hyacinth's prospects, this would and may well do so this season with Francesca debuting on the social scene.

Plus, Penelope should have known better considering she nearly suffered the same consequences after revealing Marina's secret. Had Daphne not invited herself, Portia & her sisters personally to the ball in s1 ep 8 and had Marina not opted to marry for the sake of her babies, not only would Penelope & her sisters' prospects been ruined, they would've likely been shunned for the rest of their lives.

It also limits Eloise's ability to further engage in political discussions and with wider society.

[theseeingfawn]

Summary: Elain is done playing it safe - she's about to throw caution to the wind! And lucky for her, Azriel is powerless to resist.

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Elain

Mor sits on the couch in the sunroom and turns to me, “so, Elain, have you heard Azriel will be staying in town?” I nod hesitantly as Nesta and Feyre enter the room. “Who are we talking about?” Nesta demands. “Oh, just Azriel,” Mor says dismissively. Nesta gives Mor an annoyed glare before taking a seat as far away from her as possible. Feyre rushes over, a little too eagerly nearly spilling her wine, “So, be honest Mor, have you and Azriel ever hooked up?” Wine shoots out of Mor's nose, “Gods no, it's not like that.” She waves a hand dismissively, “Besides, I've never really been attracted to him.” Feyre’s bright blue eyes narrow suspiciously, “Never?” Her tone is one of utter disbelief as she adds, “You’re telling us that in all of these years you’ve known him you’ve never found him attractive?”  Mor shrugs, “he’s just not my type.” I blink. I’ve misread the whole situation. It seems odd since I am normally a keen observer. Then I remember all of Feyre’s comments implying Az and Mor were an item and groan. Of course she thought they were dating. I suddenly feel a pang of sympathy for them, if anyone could relate to Feyre’s wayward love schemes it's me.  Nesta scoffs, “that man is everyone’s type.” Feyre nods in agreement while Mor takes a big gulp of wine. 

Nesta clears her throat then runs a hand down her lean thigh, “So, is he single?” I feel my fingers grip my wine glass so hard my knuckles turn white. Mor smiles a small knowing smile, “He is, for now.” Feyre leans in and whispers as if someone might hear, “you know, if I thought Rhys was into it, I'd ask Azriel to join us in the bedroom.” She pumps her eyebrows at us suggestively. Now it’s my turn to snort out wine. Mor cackles and Nesta adds, “I wouldn't mind giving him a go either.” I gape at the audacity of my sisters. Mor turns to me, “what about you Elain, would you be interested?” My mouth opens then closes then opens again. Feyre and Nesta laugh in unison. “Elain and Azriel? Absolutely not,” Feyre says while giggling. Nesta unhelpfully adds, “I agree with Feyre on this one. Elain is so sweet and soft, can you imagine her with someone like Azriel? She can’t handle all of… that. He’d absolutely destroy her.” Nesta’s tone implies it would be a bad thing, but the truth it sounds more than a little appealing to me. 

“Hmmm, what do you think, Elain? Would you and Azriel be good together?” Mor asks with a devious glint in her eyes. I immediately start blushing. If I say yes, my sisters will continue to point out more reasons why Azriel and I being together isn't going to happen. I already know those reasons. I’m the town baker and he’s probably a billionaire vigilante. He does well with women while I can’t even get Lucien to sit through one date with me. I decide to skip the embarrassment, “All I want is someone who’s kind and will be there for me at the end of the day.” Nesta scoffs. 

I love my sisters. But, with them I’m reduced to sweet innocent Elain, someone who needs protecting. Someone to be handled with kid gloves. They've created this version of me that suits their needs. Someone soft and quiet, someone who won’t push back. I’ve become a docile peacekeeper. I’m not sure when it happened, maybe when our family’s reputation was ruined and my sisters were at each other’s throats. Now, it’s become the only version of me that exists to them. I guess being sandwiched between two bold personalities will do that to you. Their well intentioned coddling had stifled me. Every part of me should've had the chance to change and grow. But instead I was stilted, like a flower cut right before it was about to bloom. As a result, I keep a lot of things to myself. Keeping secrets is the only way to prevent their meddling or in the case with Nesta, downright steamrolling. 

Usually, I can brush their comments aside but I can’t seem to let them go. The truth is when Azriel made me laugh at dinner it was probably the most fun I’ve had in a long time. Which isn’t great because my sister’s are right, there is no way a man like Azriel is interested in someone like me. And I don’t know if I can trust myself to not develop feelings for him over the next few months he is in Hewn Hills. I’m already so clearly attracted to him. 

Mor gives me a sympathetic look and replies, “Azriel’s special, a marvelous man. He would be lucky to have someone like Elain who is just as wonderful.” I didn't know how badly I needed to hear that. I don't need a man. I just need to feel wanted especially after back to back rejections. Azriel makes me feel wanted whether it's his intention or not. Feyre looks a bit guilty after Mor’s comments, “She is special, our little angel Elain,” She says as she pinches my cheeks. 

I'm older than you for fucks sake. 

Nesta nods and pats my hand, “the most special. It's just that Az is probably looking for someone a little more… interesting.” I close my eyes, trying to summon patience. I can't. I just can't sit here and listen anymore. Why does everyone think I’m so boring? I make up some lame excuse about a headache and hurry out of the room. I have every intention of heading home, getting drunk and crying myself to sleep. 

Fuck . I don't have booze at home. 

I stand in the foyer, thinking about what to do when Rhysand and Cassian head down the stairs. Each plopping kisses on my cheek before saying farewell. They smell like whiskey. I love whiskey. Rhysand has the expensive stuff too. 

As soon as they are out of sight, I rush up the stairs and head to the study where I know he keeps his stash. There in the corner is a gold bar cart with an assortment of crystal decanters filled with various amber colored alcohol. I head toward my target, grabbing a glass and pouring two fingers. I swirl the liquid and inhale the rich scent and throw it back. Enjoying the burn as it slides down my throat. I’ve always enjoyed a little bit of pain with my pleasure. I pour another and mutter to myself, “ not interesting my ass .” The second glass is even better. I grip the side of the cart and wonder how much trouble I would be in if I ride my bicycle home while tipsy. I groan to myself. The last thing I want to do is see the sheriff and his stupid self righteous face. I hear a rustle of fabric and then a warm caress of a deep voice from behind, “Rough evening?” 

I suppress a shudder. Azriel. 

I turn to see him sitting in a wingback leather chair. His long legs spread wide with a half empty glass dangling from his rose hand. It rests precariously between his legs. Nope not looking there. His other hand props up his head. His pointer finger gently rubbing his temple. I wonder if chatting with his brothers was as bothersome for him as it was for me with my sisters. 

I sigh loudly and plop down on the couch across from him. “My sister's were…um… let’s just say they were being themselves.” He hums, his piercing gaze watching me intently. “What were they doing exactly?” he asks, seeing too much. I don't answer right away. I don’t want to tell him my sisters were joking about sleeping with him. How could I tell him that they thought the idea of us together was laughable? What if he agreed? I throw back the rest of my drink. 

“Elain, tell me what's wrong.” His voice sounds so sincere, his expression looks pained like he truly cares. He’s just being nice . I take a deep breath. I wish I could just open up and tell him everything. He would know just the right things to say, he always does. But, this is too humiliating and I’m at my limit. He stands. I watch as he walks over and sits next to me on the couch. He takes the empty glass from me and sits it on the coffee table. Then he takes my hand into his, so tenderly, like he is afraid his scars will hurt me. I watch our hands, marvel at how perfectly they fit together. We sit like that for a moment, just holding each other. Even though I know it is supposed to be wrong, it feels so right. He starts to speak his voice rough, “come on angel, tell me what's wrong.” 

I snap . 

Nesta’s comments, Feyre's condescending laughs. The town watching my every move. Years of snide remarks about my innocence, about belonging to some man I never asked for, an engagement ruined and now Azriel using the mocking nickname sends me over the edge. I shoot to my feet, ripping my hand away. “Don't call me that! ” I shout at him. He looks at me confused and hurt. I don't care. Whiskey Elain doesn't care about anything , never has. I start pacing and it all spills out, “I'm not some angel! I'm not some chaste innocent virgin.” I turn accusingly, pointing my finger at him. “I'm interesting godsdamn it!” I'm breathing hard, nearly panting.

“I don't care what they say. They don't know what I'm into.” I stop and point at him even harder, “you don't know what I'm into.” I huff out a breath, “How dare they think I can't handle it. I can, I can handle it so well, you'd be shocked.” I stop, I feel my hands ball up into fists. “And I… and I'm not a snoozefest. You know who is Azriel!?” I demand, not waiting for a reply as I spread my arms out wide and stomp my foot again and shout “LUCIEN!” 

I see his lip twitch just a little, like he is thinking about smiling. I continue on with my whiskey induced rant, “He thinks because he's the mayor and hangs out with the Band of Exiles he's sooooo interesting. Well, I tell you what… he’s not. Not even a little bit. Do you know what he asked me on our date?” I finally pause to take a breath. Azriel leans forward, bracing his elbows on his knees, “what?” he asks, riveted by my outburst.

I snarl, “he asked if I liked bread. BREAD AZRIEL! For fucks sake I own a bakery, what the hell is wrong with him!? And I'm dull?” I let out an exasperated pfffftttt. I finally stop pacing and let my head drop, “the worst part is that I feel like it doesn't matter what I want or how much I fight it, I'm stuck in this box they've put me in and I can't even be mad because I let them put me there.” 

The last thread snaps and I start to cry. He jumps up and hugs me close to his chest. I feel his warm hand rub up and down my back. “I’m sorry I called you angel, I’ll never do it again. I promise.” I make a weak little mewling noise before he adds, “You are interesting Elain.” I fight his embrace and he squeezes me tighter. “You are,” he insists. I mumble gibberish into his chest. He chuckles as pries my face off him then wipes away my tears. “You are the most interesting person I've ever met. I'm grateful they don't see it.” I gasp at his words. “I know, it's an awful thing to say. But if they knew, I'd have to share all of the interesting bits of you with them and I'd hate that because I selfishly want them all to myself.”

I push his chest, smiling slightly, “you’re too competitive.” 

He hugs me again and I melt into it. He smells so good like cedar and mist. Does mist have a smell? Yes, I decide it does. I hum contentedly as he continues to hold me. His hand suddenly stops caressing me and he leans back, “what did you mean when you said you could handle it?” I freeze like a deer in headlights. I feel the blush rising on my cheeks. I struggle against his embrace. “ Elain .” 

I shake my head, “It's nothing. You don't want to know. Just more uninteresting things.” He chides me, “We just discussed how you are very interesting and how I want to have all of those interesting bits to myself. So. Give. Them. To. Me.” nothing but command in that voice. My throat bobs. How could I say no to that? 

“Nesta and Feyre said I wasn't interesting enough for someone… like you.” It isn't the whole truth but close enough. His brow furrows, “I just said you were.” I sigh and push away. “of course you said that, you were being nice. You're always nice.” He huffs so loudly I swear shadows fly out of his nose, “I assure you Elain, I am far from nice.” I know what he means, how others see him and maybe he is far from nice with other people but not with me. “you are always nice to me . You humor me… but you don't see me like that.” 

His eyes shoot to mine, “like what Elain?” I’m getting annoyed, “like… like… Mor.” He doesn't say anything, he just stands there. “it's the same with Lucien. I'm not interesting in that way. I'm just sweet and angelic Elain. But I know what I am. I just need to make others see.” 

An idea takes root in my head. The kind of idea that only seems good when you have too much to drink but lack the sense to know better. The kind of idea that only liquid courage can spark. “I'll make them see, I will make them all see .” He looks at me with amusement, “you're starting to sound like a cartoon villain.”

I give him a feral grin and all amusement leaves his face, taken aback by my sudden bout of insanity. “They don't think you would be with me because I'm a good girl and you're a bad boy. So… prove them wrong, date me.” 

He looks at me, eyes wide. “What?”  It all suddenly makes sense, could this be why I am drawn to Azriel? I’ve seen the movies, read the books. The good girl is always drawn to the bad boy because she can’t be bad herself. That’s the easiest explanation so I’ll go with that and ignore the little voice inside of my head that tells me I have a very real connection to Azriel.

He takes a step back, “I’m not a boy Elain but I assure you I am very bad. You deserve someone better.”  I scoff, taking a step forward, “you think I'm interesting?” Not waiting for him to answer before I pounce,  Prove it. Date me!”

Azriel

I’ve never seen Elain like this before. Her cheeks are flushed from alcohol, a devious glint in her eyes that has me feeling things I shouldn’t be feeling. “Date me,” she says as if that’s not the worst idea I’ve ever heard. I can’t date her because that’s exactly what I want. Just last night I dreamed of a scenario not too different from this one. Where Elain was begging me to take her. I nearly groan at the memory of it. She's everything I’m trying to avoid. I can’t let myself get attached to her not after what happened with Mor. I can’t go through that again, I can’t fall madly in love with someone, to obsess over her, only for it to be unrequited. Only for my heart to be broken again. I can't trust my feelings for Elain no matter how powerful they may be. 

“Were you lying to me about being interesting?” She steps toward me, all confident and determined. I feel like I’m being hunted. I would never admit it but I like it. I had all the power a minute ago and now she suddenly has the upper hand. I don’t like where this is going. 

I grind my jaw and grunt out, “ no .”  

Her smile turns positively feline like she’s winning and knows it. She takes another step forward, I take another back. “So, date me,” she adds tauntingly. I shake my head and take another step back, “I can't, I'd be no good for you.” She hums, taking another step forward, she rubs her delicate little hand slowly up my chest. Fuck me . I take another step backward, nearly tripping on an ottoman as I collide with the wall. 

She presses her curvy little body into mine, bringing those perfect lips to my ear and whispers, “then be bad with me.” I suck in a breath of air. I shake my head no and close my eyes. Fighting the erection I feel stirring. She whispers almost too quietly for me to hear, “Please Azriel, help me be interesting.”

Her words cause me pain, literal pain in the center of my chest. She shouldn't have to change herself. I open my eyes and look at her wounded expression. I want to kill Lucien slowly and any other man for that matter who made her feel less than. I don't want a single thing about her to change. If some jackass isn't willing to peel back the layers of learned propriety and shyness then he doesn't deserve her. 

I make the mistake of grabbing her shoulders, the wave of arousal that hits me is overwhelming. The warmth of her skin, the feel of her is so soft, so tempting. I feel her skin prickle beneath my touch. The proximity to her is intoxicating. This is exactly why I can't date her. I've barely touched her and I'm already salivating. I say sternly but kindly, “you don't need to prove anything.” She sighs, “I do though, you don't understand because you're you. No one would ever call you boring. I need you to show me how to be interesting. I'll never break out of this cage I'm in unless I change.” I study her for a minute, my eyes softening, “you don't need to change, you are perfect the way you are.” Gods . I can’t say shit like that if I am trying to put distance between us. I shift my tone to one of ice, “Besides, I'm not looking for a relationship. My assignment here is temporary.”

She claps excitedly, “that's perfect, I'm not looking for anything serious right now. Believe me after back to back rejections I'm this close,” she squeezes her thumb and pointer finger together  “from swearing off men. I just need someone to guide me on how to be less of a goodie goody. I need a devil on my shoulder. Come on Azriel, corrupt me.” I stifle the groan that threatens to reveal just how much her words can undo me. Be strong, you can do this. 

I cross my arms defiantly, “No,” making my tone hard as steel. She cocks her head to the side and smiles, “why are you afraid you'll fall in love with me?” I scoff and answer too quickly, “no.” She hesitates before replying, “Fine. Then I'll just have to ask someone else.” My eyes shoot to hers, “What?” She shakes her head, “If you won't help me, someone else will.” She says tapping her chin, pretending to think it over. I narrow my eyes at her suspiciously as she turns to walk away. 

“Like who,” I ask, unable to help but follow. She waves her hand dismissively as she heads toward the door, “You know someone else who is good at being bad, someone who’s sexy, who can help me be sexy.” 

“You mean, like a gigolo?” I tease her. She turns around abruptly, nearly bumping into my chest. I reach out grabbing her shoulder  to steady her. Before she can answer I add, “So, you are going to pay for sex?” She looks me dead in the eyes, completely serious as she whispers, “absolutely.” I can’t help it, I bark out a laugh. The thought of Elain hiring a male escort is hilarious. “I got to see this. I can't wait to meet him.” Instead of dispensing of this silly notion, she doubles down, “You won't because we will be too busy you know… fucking.” What a filthy little mouth she has . I should drop it, change the subject or bet yet leave but I can’t. Instead I find myself asking, “let me get this right, you'll be too busy fucking your giggolo to see me?” I can’t stop smiling at the idea of it.

Her attention drops to my mouth. I watch fascinated as she wets her lips and just like that I'm dragged right back under her spell. Is she going to kiss me? I want her to. NO! Get a grip . But then my fingers brush against hers and she brushes mine back. W hy is this so erotic? I need to do more than kiss her. I could throw her over the back of the couch and show her just how bad I am. Fuck her until she sees just how interesting she is. I'm about to kiss her when her phone rings. She pulls away from me and answers.

“Hi Lucien.” I feel my fists clench at my sides. Elain paces as he talks to her, the volume is too low for me to hear what he’s saying. I hate him, with his clever little comments and that stupid grin always on his stupid face. I hear her ask him if everything is okay. I wonder what it would be like to have someone like Elain care about me. I doubt Lucien cares that she is trying to make him feel better. I can barely hear what she is saying as the blood rushes into my ears. Over the rage building at the thought of them together. I hear her say something about the town council. I can’t stand the comradery they share. The inside knowledge they have when it comes to the nuts in this town. It’s infuriating. I despise that they have something they share. Why did she even go on a date with him? What did she see in him to even consider giving him a shot? 

Elain stops, looks at me and I know what's about to happen next. She asks with a faint smile on her lips, “Hey, while I have you, there is a question I want to ask...” I start to panic. I’m so screwed when it comes to her. I am weak against her charms. What man could say no to that smile? Kings would fall to their knees just to please her and she wants me. She can have every piece of me, destroy me, and I would beg on my knees for her to do it. I stalk toward her, nothing but sheer determination in my voice, “No.” She raises an eyebrow at me and puts the phone on mute. I feel a tugging in my chest and then I realize I've just been played. 

“I wasn't asking for your permission.” I bend down meeting her at eye level, practically growing, “I'll do it.” She gives me another one of those coy grins that has me weak in the knees, “you'll do what exactly?” I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose, quickly losing patience, “I'll be your… boyfriend . I'll prove to you that you're interesting. Fuck what everyone else thinks. I'll make you see what I see.” I brush the hair off her face, tucking it behind her ear. I bring my lips to that sweet little spot on her neck just below her ear and whisper, “we'll be bad together.” I feel the shiver run through her and smile to myself. She quickly takes the phone of mute and tells Lucien never mind, but he must be insisting because she adds, “let it go” before she ends the call.

Right, let it go Lucien, because she's mine.

[curlsandsnakes]

AU POLIN FANFIC

Courting Penelope Featherington

It’s raining the day he comes home.

Dark, moody weather that sets the tone wonderfully for the rather lackluster greeting he gets from his preoccupied siblings and absolutely rung dry mother. With two girls out in society, 1 pair of newly weds, 2 youngsters, and a Benedict, he can’t quite blame his mothers half hearted declarations and wandering eyes. He’s fully aware they’re happy to see him, Hyacinth even cries, but they all have their own dramas going on and have no time to entertain his stories of travel.

It doesn’t matter any, there really is only person he’s desperate to talk too, desperate to thrill with detailed accounts and sketched photographs.

It’s a shame Penelope Featherington wants absolutely nothing to do with him.

Eloise is the only sibling who never responded to a letter he sent. It’s clear she’s fully aware of the horrible things he’d spoken in a drunken haze nearly five months ago , and in true Eloise fashion she has no intention of betraying her best friend. She doesn’t even speak to him until he drops into the chaise beside her.

“Eloise. I missed you.”

Her bored expression never falters.

“Lovely to have you home, colin.” It’s so formal he nearly snorts at his rebellious little sister.

“I understand you are still displeased with me about my error last season.”

That does it.

“Error?! You call what you did an error?” Her body twists towards him and she fixes him with an outraged glare.

“Well yes, it’s was uncalled for and I…”

“Uncalled for?! I’ve never known you to be a fool but I find I do not know you at all. You nearly ruined her , Colin! She was wiped from the marriage market by your comments alone! If even her best friend couldn’t imagine being with her, why would anyone else? You have no idea what you accomplished!” Eloise pants, her face alarmingly red. “And then, when the damage was done you ran off to travel the world leaving Penelope to fix her reputation entirely on her own! And the audacity to write to her.”

Theres pain in his gut, crushing and turning everything in his stomach until he’s left nauseous and weak. What had he done? Was he truly that blind to see how fragile Pen was already? If anyone knew how desperately she wanted a husband, a family, it was him. And he had spoken so callously, degraded the one decent woman in the entirety of the ton.

“But you needn’t worry, penelope is no longer the Insipid wallflower you once knew. She has blossomed quite beautifully, I myself was astonished by her transformation.” Kate calls from her place at the head desk in the drawing room, a knowing sparkle in her eye.

“It’s true! She’s the prettiest one at all of the festivals.” Gregory is fussing with his gift while he speaks but makes sure to keep eye contact with Colin when he continues “and everyone says so.” It feels strangely like a warning from the 12 year old.

“Do we speak of Penelope?” Violet Bridgerton waltzes back into the room “I’ve heard from a reputable source that Lord Debling and Master Anderson both have plans to begin a courtship with our beautiful friend. I’m so intrigued to see who she will choose to marry.”

“Marry?!” His voice carry’s over the deafening crack of thunder “she can’t marry! She would need at-least a season of courting and this one’s nearly over. If they haven’t begun courting her yet, it would be wise to wait until next year to begin!” He feels hot, sweaty, his heart beating so fast it’s bound to give way to his mania any moment now.

“Not in Penelope’s case. This is her third season with no matches, she’s more than welcome to accept whomever she chooses at whatever time.” Violet is perched on Simons lap.

“I quite like Debling. I believe he would make a good addition to the family.” The duke tickles his wife’s ribs.

“As do I. We all get on quite well and since Penelope is essentially a sixth Bridgerton sister it will be nice to have someone we can all tolerate.” Anthony adds.

“She is not marrying Debling!” Colin’s voice is firm and slightly frantic, panic rising up the back of his neck. “She will not marry this season.”

“And who are you to decide what she does brother? Have you not done enough. Your opinion is inconsequential and it would do best for you to keep it to yourself, lest you scare any more suitors off.” Eloise has her hands on her hips and it’s almost intimidating enough for him to stop speaking but God himself could not save Colin Bridgerton now.

“There will be no more suitors and she will not be marrying any of these men!” He barks, firm and unmoving.

“Why do you keep saying that?!” Eloise shouts.

“Because she will marry me!” The words pour out of him in a roar, his chest heaves and his hands ball his neatly pressed pants. “She will marry me when I am done courting her, she deserves the full courting experience. I had intended to come home at the start of the Season so I could do it properly but my boat went down at a shipping port and I didn’t make it out of Greece for weeks.

Violet claps her hands, a watery smile on her lips

“These are your intentions, dear?”

He has never seen his mother so proud, joy shining in her eyes.

“Yes. They have been since I left All those months ago. I regret the words I spoke instantly and I needed to figure out why. It didn’t take me long to realize Penelope is the one I desire, I crave, I need her in every humanly way.” It feels like a weight has been lifted off my chest

… until of course, Eloise speaks.

“We’ll best of luck on that journey, brother. Penelope Featherington absolutely loathes you.” She takes too much pleasure from his pain.

“All will work out as it should.” Violet pats his shoulder gently before walking back out.

He needs to fix this before someone else takes his place.

He needs to court Penelope Featherington, and he needs to court her right now.

[roanofarcc]

PROJECT SUNSHINE CHAPTER FORTY → FAMILY MATTERS

summary: steve harrington x oc

when another product of Hawkins National Laboratory escaped a long-survived nightmare alongside her sister, she crashed into one unsuspecting teenage boy and dragged him deeper into the dark mysteries that made up their hometown.

word count. 3.7k || masterlist

warnings: cannon typical violence, child abuse, horror, gore, and depictions of mental illness. parts of this story were written pre-season 4 release. cannon divergence.

a/n: sad steve hours :( I don't think we'll ever get the harrington's lore so I'm creating my own.

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A constant tension hummed through the Harrington household whenever Steve’s parents were home, which wasn’t often. But, when they were, Steve tried to avoid his house as much as he could.

They had arrived home two days prior and were set to leave that morning for another business trip. Steve managed to avoid them for most of their stay; he used the excuse of work to get out of family dinners and small talk that almost always ended in some kind of argument. The tension between his mom and dad was bad enough without him entering the mix. 

The bitterness between his parents had been brewing since Steve was little. They tried to save face for a long time, but as he grew older, they dropped the act while at home. His dad was getting sloppier hiding the fact that he was sleeping with his revolving door of secretaries, or maybe he didn’t care to hide it anymore. And his mom was getting worse at pretending she didn’t know exactly what he was doing. Steve had no idea why they stayed together; it wasn’t for his sake.

If given the choice, he’d love to move somewhere with his mom and forget all about his dad. She used to be his favorite person in the entire world, but something changed in her. She became cold and poured all of her time and energy into work. Maybe she wanted to prove to her husband that, while she may be replaceable as a partner, she couldn’t be replaced in the office. Because of that, she stopped coddling Steve and nearly stopped paying attention to time altogether. They had a reputation to uphold, though, and all of them had gotten a little too good at putting on a believable act while in public. His parents didn’t want a divorce to ruin their squeaky clean image while outside their home. 

Steve sat at their kitchen island, eating a bowl of cereal before his shift at Scoop Ahoy. His parents had busied themselves packing, and he thought he’d be in the clear of them. They’d bid him goodbye as they walked out the door and that would be that. Unfortunately, luck was not on his side that morning. 

Heavy footsteps from his dad echoed from down the hall before he entered the kitchen. Out of habit, Steve sunk back in his seat, thinking maybe his dad would miss him entirely. But, as the gray-haired man poured himself a mug of coffee, he turned to look at Steve with his usual, stoic expression. 

“Your mother and I won’t be back until after the holiday,” he said. “Can you manage to keep the house in one piece until then?” Every word out of his dad’s mouth was wrapped in a patronizing tone. He thought Steve was an idiot and like he hadn’t been left home alone since he was ten years old.

“I always do,” Steve replied, suddenly not interested in his breakfast and more ready to get to work than he had been all summer. He stood up and headed to the sink. 

“You know,” his dad began, before taking a long sip of his black coffee. Steve inwardly groaned as he washed his bowl. “If you had put any effort at all into your college application, you could have joined us on this trip and gained real-world experience. I could have secured you an internship for the fall.”

It was the same lecture since he graduated at the end of spring. It was phrased slightly different each time, but it carried the same message: Steve was the family's disappointment, and he should feel bad about it. He turned out nothing like his dad, and that was an issue. Hell, in his dad’s eyes, it was the end of the world that Steve wasn’t accepted into every Ivy League school in the country, and he wasn’t the strongest candidate to work at the company that employed three generations of Harrington men. He was supposed to be the fourth and after he married some dull housewife, his son was supposed to be the fifth. But he had spent too much time “screwing around” and his dad would rather have been caught dead than bring Steve anywhere near his place of work with his less-than-average GPA and a handful of unsubmitted college applications. 

“Maybe next year,” Steve muttered, begging his dad to drop it. He avoided the daggers the man stared into the back of his head as he placed his bowl and spoon on the drying rack and moved to retreat to his car. He didn’t make it halfway across the kitchen, though, before his dad started speaking again. 

“That’s your problem. You see everything as an issue for later. You put everything off because you are too goddamn lazy to take any responsibility for yourself.”

With a quiet sigh, Steve stopped in his tracks and turned to meet the cold gaze of his dad. “I got the job you wanted me to. And I already started filling out applications for next year.” Irritation itched under his skin, and he had the urge to scratch it. “I don’t know what else you want me to do.” He knew his words were leading him into a winless fight, but his parents' lack of understanding of the hell he had been through over the last two years was eating away at him. It became harder and harder to stand his dad’s constant jabs about how “lazy” and “childish” he was. 

It wasn’t like he wasn’t trying. In his parents' eyes, he was nothing more than an irresponsible kid who had no clue what he was doing with his life. They thought he didn’t know how the real world worked, but Steve knew a hell of a lot more about the “real” world than they did. He couldn’t tell them that, though, no matter how badly he wanted to. The truth burned like acid in his throat, but he was forced to swallow it down every time he was lectured. 

His dad scoffed. “What I want is for you to think about the future of this family and of the company. You’re not a child anymore. You are an adult and it's about damn time you start acting like it.” He sat down his mug and set his jaw before he continued; Steve knew he was really into it now. “It’s time you stop running around with that Torres girl and those kids you babysit and start doing something with your life.” 

Steve wanted to laugh. He wanted to scream. He wanted to tell his dad how he had done more with his life in the past two years than what was even comprehensible. Steve fought monsters, met the smartest kids in Indiana, and helped save their shitty hometown from certain doom. That was all thanks to “that Torres girl” and the kids he “babysat.” If it weren’t for them, he probably would be starting his miserable journey down the same path as his dad. 

“Right, because your life looks like a blast,” he mumbled under his breath, but in the quiet house it was easy to hear. Steve didn’t wake up looking for a fight that morning, but he inched closer and closer to the end of his rope when it came to his dad. It was a fight he knew he’d lose, but he didn’t care. 

“Excuse me?” 

Steve swallowed down his creeping childhood fear of his dad that told him to stop and back down. He rolled his shoulders back and tried to look a little taller. “Maybe I don’t want to be miserable like you and mom. I don’t want to work for you. Have you ever thought about that?” A small surge of confidence filled his chest, and he didn’t want to waste it. “Not that you or Mom have ever cared to ask me what I want. In fact, I don’t remember the last time either one of you asked me about anything!” 

“You better lower your voice, boy,” his dad warned in a cold and low tone. He stepped toward Steve, sizing him up, before he said, “I don’t care what you want. If you had shown us that you were capable of making your own decisions, maybe we could have talked about it, but any conversation we could have had is long out of the question now. That ship sailed when you decided to waste your high school education by doing God only knows what. You don’t get the luxury of a choice, son.” The way he called Steve ‘son’ wasn’t loving but mocking. 

Steve’s jaw clenched in a mix of anger and frustration. He felt the ghost of hand cramps from all the paperwork he had to sign over the past two years to ensure that everything he saw and knew stayed buried, but at that moment, he wanted to shove it all back in his dad’s face. He wanted the man to feel bad. He wanted him to care. He wanted him to feel guilty.

“You never even asked me why I didn’t turn in my applications on time or why my grades slipped! You don’t care about anything other than our family’s reputation. Who gives a shit?!” 

That was the breaking point for both Steve and his dad. The anger and resentment tumbled from his lips and were met with instant regret. He knew where raising his voice at his dad would get him, and he didn’t bother to apologize. A small, sick part of him wanted to make his dad angry. 

With his back pressed against the counter, he watched as his dad quickly crossed the short distance between them. His hand latched onto Steve’s wrist, pulling it off of the edge of the counter before he twisted it in an unnatural fashion that caused Steve to hiss out in pain.

“I told you to lower your fucking voice,” his dad spit. “I don’t know what the hell has gotten into you or why you think you can speak to me like that, but you’ll knock it off if you know what’s good for you.”

Steve bit in tongue and stared at his dad. His eyes were darker than Steve’s and his mother’s. They resembled bitter black coffee and were almost always narrowed into thin slits, constantly in a state of anger or displeasure. The man’s face glowed red in the warm morning light, and the vein in his forehead became visible. Fingernails dug into Steve’s skin, but that pain was overshadowed by the way his wrist was bent downwards. The pain intensified by the second, and Steve found himself feeling incredibly small as if he was still a child being scolded. In his dad’s eyes, that was exactly what he was. 

“I don’t care why you screwed up,” his dad continued. He didn’t care about the monsters Steve faced or the fights he lost two years in a row. “But you will fix it. You will get your shit together or so help me God, I’ll beat the sense into you. Understand?” 

A short beat of silence stretched between them as Steve's last attempt at defiance. But then his dad twisted his wrist even harder, and pain shot up the length of Steve’s arm, forcing him to give in. “Yes,” he muttered. His dad held onto his wrist for a moment longer before the soft click of heels neared the kitchen and Steve’s mom entered. 

“We’re all ready to go,” his mom said, smoothing out the fabric of her blazer. There was never anything out of place on her. Every hair on her head was combed into place and every outfit was creaseless. “You know the rules, Steve. No guests. There’s money in the envelope on the counter for groceries, and we’ll call before our flight back home. All right?” 

Steve just nodded before his mom looked expectantly at her husband. They exchanged short goodbyes with him and wheeled their suitcases out to the car. He watched out the living room window as they pulled out of the driveway and disappeared down the road. 

Once their car was out of sight, Steve collapsed onto the couch, clutching his wrist to his chest and laughing bitterly as tears welled up in his eyes. He felt pathetic and like a child who cried every time he was scolded. It used to drive his dad crazy when he was a little boy. Steve would do something stupid, he’d get yelled at, and then he’d cry into his mom’s arms as she stroked his hair. Then, something shifted inside their home. His dad started doing more than yelling and his mom stopped running to aid. So, Steve took to different ways of taking out the emotions that raged inside his chest. It started with cigarettes and then that was paired with beers Tommy H. took from his cousin.

But he didn’t have those things anymore because the smell of cigarette smoke made Sunshine cough and Dustin wouldn’t stop rattling off the health risks. He wasn’t friends with Tommy H. and Hawkins was too small for him to buy beer illegally from the liquor store. So, Steve restored to his old ways of coping when he was little and his house began to feel colder and lonelier than normal. He sat on the couch and let a few tears roll down his cheeks as he iced his wrist, praying the bruises left behind wouldn’t be too bad until he had to leave for work. He’d spend the rest of his day pretending like he didn’t have the constant fear that he’d screw everything up like his dad wholeheartedly believed. 

...

The lamp on Sunshine’s bedside journal illuminated the pages of her journal. She sat curled up in a pile of soft blankets and pillows while she jotted down the strings of thoughts inside her head. Beside her bed, the window was cracked, allowing the summer evening breeze to fill the room with the hum of crickets and the smell of July. Her peace was interrupted by a knock at her door. 

“Come in,” she said. Her parents stood at her doorway, looking a bit uneasy which caused instant panic to spread through Sunshine. She closed her journal and tossed it onto her bedside table. “Is everything okay?” 

Her mom smiled softly. “Everything’s fine, sweetie.” She exchanged a glance with her husband before the two entered the room. “Your dad and I just want to talk to you. Is that all right?”

Sunshine nodded and made a space at the end of her bed for them to sit. “Talk about what?” 

“We want to help you,” Mary-Jane began, talking carefully like she had rehearsed what she was going to say beforehand. “But, you know, we can’t do that if you don’t talk to us.”

She was confused. All things considered, Sunshine was in a much better place than she thought she’d ever be in. There were days when nightmares ruled her brain and sadness ached deep in her bones from old wounds that never healed properly, but the monsters were defeated and almost everyone she’d ever cared for was safe and without arms reach. Things were better in Hawkins. They weren’t perfect, but they were better than she expected they’d be. 

“Help me?” 

Her mom reached out and placed a warm hand on Sunshine’s knee. She tried to fake a reassuring look, but it came off to Sunshine as more worried. That look alone caused guilt to creep up on Sunshine. 

“We want to understand what happened to you. We want you to feel like you can trust us with that information, and we want to help you through it. Whatever you’ve gone through, whatever you’re still dealing with, you know you don’t have to suffer through it alone now,” her dad said. Sunshine felt her face pale. She felt backed into a corner all of a sudden, with her parents on either side of her staring with looks of concern that became suffocating. 

Even if Sunshine was allowed to tell her parents the truth, she wouldn’t burden them with the truth. She also couldn’t bear to tell them the things she had done inside the Lab. The truth of the Lab and the Upside down were not easy things for people’s minds to comprehend. But she was also selfish; she worried that if her parents heard the full story, they wouldn’t see her as their little girl anymore and that was all Sunshine had ever wanted to be. She wanted to be cared for and doted on like a child should be. What if she told them and they gave up on her? What if they wished she had never come back at all? The last thing Sunshine wanted was to be seen as Seven, not Sunshine or Danielle. 

Swallowing thickly, Sunshine’s gaze fell onto her hands in her lap. “I know that,” she said. “But I’m okay. Really, I’m fine.”

Walter sighed, rubbing the worry lines on his forehead that Sunshine probably caused. “You don’t have to lie to us. We understand that it’s not easy for you.” 

Her mom added, “We thought if we gave you enough time, you’d come to us and talk. But we can’t keep avoiding this conversation. We want to understand what you went through so that we can help you.” 

Nothing they could do or say could “fix” Sunshine. No amount of recanting her time inside the Lab would ease her mind or reverse the strange glow she could create in her palms. There was nothing that could scrub her mind clean of the doctors, the dead kids, or the monsters she faced. It all would be a part of her forever. 

“I’m doing a lot better,” she pushed, trying to get them to stop, but they were adamant. 

“If that were true, you wouldn’t wake up in the middle of the night screaming and calling out names we don’t know. Your nightmares haven’t gone away; it’s been almost three years.” Her mom’s eyes became glossy and rose red. Sunshine didn’t want her to cry; she couldn’t handle it. The guilt squeezed her heart and skin hot as her mom continued, “If you just talk to us about them, about your nightmares at least, that’s a start. We can help you, but not if you don’t talk to us. Please, sweetheart. We just want to understand.” 

The crack in her mom’s voice and the similar glassy-eyed look on her dad's face nearly sent Sunshine over the edge. She had to lie to them. She had to in order to protect them, to protect herself, and to protect her parents from herself. 

“I promise, I’m okay. I just…I really don’t want to talk about it, okay?” Her mom hung her head, her dad sighed, and Sunshine’s stomach twisted in awful knots. 

There was a brief pause before her dad steadied himself and reeled in his emotions a little bit more than her mom. “Are you protecting someone?” he asked. “The names you say in your sleep, were there other people with you, wherever you were?” 

There were so many people, but only a few that she could still protect. There were kids, with their sad little faces pressed against windows and skinny fingers moving game pieces inside the Rainbow Room. There were doctors and scientists who poked and prodded her until her skin was bruised and brain manipulated in more ways than one.

“No,” Sunshine sighed. “They’re just nightmares. I don’t even remember what happens in them after I wake up. But if there was something wrong, I’d tell you. Right now, I just want to forget about what happened. I want to move on.” 

Mary-Jane pulled her hand away from Sunshine’s knee and sat in tense silence for a moment. She twisted the fabric of her skin in between her fingers, a nervous habit Sunshine had noticed. “If you don’t want to talk to us, maybe we could take you to speak to a professional, someone more versed in this kind of thing? I know there are good doctors in Chicago. Maybe they-” 

“No doctors,” Sunshine rushed out. “I don’t need to talk to a professional. If you guys want to help me, just treat me like a normal teenager. I want to feel normal. That’s how I’m going to move on.” 

Her mom and dad shared a look Sunshine could read before Walter nodded with slight dejection. “All right,” he said. “If that’s what you think will help, then I think we can manage that. But if things get worse, if these nightmares get worse, we’ll have to take you to see a professional, okay?” 

Sunshine fiddled with her necklace as her mom added, “We need you to understand that we only want what is best for you. And we know you want to work past what happened. We’ll work with you, sweetheart, but you’ve got to be honest with us. Keeping everyone bottled up inside is not healthy.” She wished it were that simple. She wished all she had to do was tell her parents the truth and all of her nightmares would stop. If all she had to do was tell the truth to fix herself, she would have already done it. The truth wouldn’t erase the monsters or bad men. 

Looking between her parents, Sunshine found her voice. “And I need you guys to trust me."

“And we need you to be safe. We need you to feel safe here, and safe with yourself,” her mom said. But Hawkins wasn’t safe, not really. It never had been and it probably would never fully be. But, as long as Sunshine was there, she could keep it safe for the people whom she cared about inside the town. 

“I am. I do,” said Sunshine. “I promise.” A small yawn escaped her lips, and she prayed it was enough to get her parents to give up. To her luck, it was. They stood up from her bed and took turns pressing a kiss to the crown of her head before they bid her goodnight. She sank back into her pile of pillows and muffled a groan into a blanket she pulled over her head. Before her mind could attack her with more “what-ifs” and guilt, she squeezed her eyes shut and let sleep overtake her.

Tagged. @sattlersquarry , @leptitlu , @drunkengodsofslaughter

[halloitshalo]

Bridgerton Season 3 isn't off to a good start.

Warning: very minor spoilers + reference to the books

Yes, it has decent steamy scenes. Yes, many of my favorite characters came back. Yes, there are high stakes and interesting drama. But I have to be honest - so far I'm not really digging it. I'm not invested in Polin.

I think a big part of this issue could just be timing - after all, in the books Benedict got married before Colin after Anthony. Perhaps if the Bridgerton TV series had given us that first and we spent that season seeing Pen and Colin growing closer and not just Colin being like “Pen? Hahahahaha no way in hell guys, I see her like a sister,” the entire time until this season, I'd be more invested. But as is, I’m struggling to root for them, both individually from their motives and as a couple.

And it doesn't help that it's following Season 2's Kanthony and the spin-off Queen Charlotte with the young queen and king, both of which were absolutely phenomenal with likable, sympathetic protagonists where we get to see them grow closer in a way that feels organic. But Polin's feels rushed and forced. We don't see Colin's growth from his trip, so when he comes in all different, wooing all the women and acting like a player, it's a little…jarring? Dare I say corny? It's just harder to find him likable. And Pen's hard to forgive (and thus sympathize with) because we know about her actions - ruining or nearly ruining the reputations of her friends and family for her own personal gain. Pen longs for Colin's unfocused attention so much she crushes others for it, and she gets rewarded with exactly what she wants.

I hope the second half of the season can turn it around and change my mind, but for right now I just kinda wanna skip to season 4 with Benedict or something.

[we-staybhaalin]

Shehdri Junia Djedan Ziani | Human | Draconic Bloodline Sorceress | She/Her/Hers | 28

What is your Tav’s…

favorite weapon: Markoheshkir

most prized possession: her jeweled headdress, it was a gift from her late great-great grandmother, the previous matriarch of her family

deepest desire: to unravel as many arcane secrets that she can get her hands on

guilty pleasure: curling up with her favorite series of raunchy stories with a plate of decadent treats by her side

best-kept secret: nearly ruined a marriage due to a friendship

greatest strength: her intellect

fatal flaw: the arrogance that sometimes comes from having intellect as a strength

favorite smell: lavender and jasmine

favorite spell or cantrip: spell - Circle of Death cantrip - Bone Chill

pet peeve: assumption of her time; wasting it, refusing to respect it, assuming she has any to give without being asked first

bad habit: getting lost in her research for days on end

hidden talent: knows swordplay but specific to an ability to perform a type of dance that is familiar to her mother's people

leisure activity: prior to the rise of the Cult of the Absolute, she spent a lot of time traveling from one magical hub to another, conducting research and procuring rare magical artifacts to either keep for her personal collection or to sell through her mother's shop; she's is fascinated by museums and can be found bouncing from opera house to opera house to watch an exciting new play

favorite drink: Starburst Shandy

comfort food: Sun-Dappled Seafood Paella

favorite person(s): her parents, her eldest sister Horatia, Wyll, Karlach, Jaheira, Minsc

favored display of affection (platonic and/or romantic): both - she's someone who stands strongly in her loyalties to others and regardless of what type of relationship she has with you, will be the first to show if ever you need her aid, her reputation matters a great deal and she is not a fan of her support being taken lightly; purely platonic - she's prone to grand gifts, things you'd never think to want but she has them waiting for you to receive; purely romantic - she tends to be coquettish and a little harder to please but in a playful way, she likes the pursuit and wants to be wooed

fondest childhood memory: when she was preparing to make her case before the Arc of Zefrir, the highest collective of elite mages that comprise of the Ziani clan-- any who seek higher tutelage of the ancient magic that course through their family must first plead their case before the Arc and they must do so successfully; they are cutting and highly critical through the process, seeking not only to weed out the weaker mages from the strong but also those that are worthy of holding the family lineage to their names and casting with the blessing of their ancestors; Shehdri was twelve when she went before them and graciously presented her case for why she should be allowed to be further taught by the more powerful mages of her clan; going home with her mother that day after succeeding filled her with a high she still cannot describe to this day

[hamletshoeratio]

didnt she also say something nasty about the queen when one of her kids had just died

Yeah here's part 2 of this

The way she talked about the death of Queen Charlotte's granddaughter; Princess Charlotte, who was historically only twenty-one when she died in childbirth. The Lady Whistledown commentary in QC is just outright cruel, it's clear Queen Charlotte in the off-season (QC present day timeline being set in the Winter/Early spring break between season 2 & 3) becomes Penelope's biggest target in the aftermath of her fallout with Eloise. There's no other way to describe it.

Ngl the above is really disturbing to me. She's angry at Eloise, has lost access to info from the Bridgertons because of her falling out with Eloise, and she's angry at the Queen for getting angry at Penelope's own words as LW, and trying to discover LW as a result. And so she spends the off-season insulting and attacking a grieving Queen Charlotte. I mean that's one way for a flower to bloom I guess...

Theo, one of the only working class characters in the show, nearly lost his job because of lady whistledown and may have lost it in the aftermath of the season.

A lot of her general commentary as Lady Whistledown isn't clever or witty; it's just outright cruel.

The way she talks about the Bridgerton family, a family that trusts and cares for her, is horrible. Particularly, the way she wrote about Daphne in season 1.

Betraying Eloise's trust for two entire seasons because it didn't start with the Theo situation. She listened to Eloise's frustrations about Daphne and then used LW to attack and belittle Daphne. Speaking as a sibling, I will rant about my sisters until kingdom come to my friends but the minute a so-called friend starts publicly attacking my sister, it's over. I would not be in control of my actions. Like over the course of two seasons, she's attacked and nearly destroyed the reputations of Eloise's eldest sister, two of her brothers, her first love, and the entire family as a result. Judging by the Bridgertons were born to shine line in the trailer, I doubt Francesca will make it through the season unscathed.

She hasn't felt real remorse. Despite nearly causing Marina's death (as she tried to miscarry in the aftermath of LW revealing her pregnancy), she ends season 1 smirking about being LW. Hasn't written or contacted Marina to see how she has been since, got jealous Colin went to see her and still probably hasn't written or visited her. Not to mention her "I least did something. All you did is talk" speech at the end of season 2 to Eloise. A speech that wasn't even accurate as Eloise had been to meetings, listened to speeches and debates, debated with Theo, shared and read and discussed different political leaflets with Theo, Eloise had grown intellectually from the beginning to the end of the season. It's because of Penelope that that came to an end.

Outside of rescuing Daphne from her betrothel to Berbrooke in s1, what good has her work as LW actually done? It's ruined far more lives than it's helped, and intervened countless times when it didn't have authority to. Many secrets weren't Penelope's to tell.

I could honestly keep going but I genuinely don't know how she's supposed to get redeemed in eight episodes because the character we have at the minute in no way deserves a happy ending. LW didn't really matter in the books as it wasn't as active a plot point as it is in the show. By expanding the LW concept to give Penelope a more complex arc, they've unwittingly robbed her of what made people like her book counterpart and as a result created a villain that they have no intention of trying to redeem, because they don't believe she needs to be redeemed.

[usagirln12003]

Touya Todoroki: Hogwarts AU

Touya Todoroki is a Pureblood wizard (Lycanthrope) that was born on the 18th of January 1961 and started attending Hogwarts on the 1st of September 1972, being sorted into Slytherin house.

He has a Blackthorn wand with a Dragon Heartstring Core.

His Patronus is a Hebridean Black.

His favorite subject was Defense Against the Dark Arts and his least favorite was Ancient Runes.

Touya was very energetic and boisterous as a child, and he wanted to learn as much as he could from his father. Because his father, Enji, had emphasized that he would be the one to surpass Toshinori Yagi since childhood, Touya became obsessed with fulfilling that dream, becoming just as stubborn as his father to become the Head of the Auror's Department. This drive to surpass Yagi was so great that, despite Enji telling him to abandon this goal and focus on something else, Touya refused and continued training, burning himself in the process. Touya described his goal as a fire that his father lit within him that would not go out and that he could not bring himself to ignore, highlighting how his childhood dream became an unhealthy obsession. Rei, however, construed that Touya simply yearned for his father's acknowledgment and proof that he wasn't a failure, something that became more apparent following the birth of Shoto, who had inherited the magic and strength that Touya lacked.

Touya's obsession would go on to make him further unstable, becoming indifferent to the damage his training was doing to his own body and also shrugged off concerns from his sister and mother, stating that his younger siblings lived in a different world than him. At one point, Touya even lashed out and attacked his mother and an infant Shoto with his accidental magic when his father refused to look at him. Being aware of the arranged marriage of his parents, Touya grew bitter towards his mother when she tried to dissuade him from training, claiming that she held just as much responsibility as Enji for why he was born, words that shook Rei to her core. Despite this, he wasn't completely callous towards his family as he had a reasonably good relationship with Fuyumi and Natsuo while growing up, and he also expressed regret for trying to attack Shoto while admitting that he was wrong.

After feeling abandoned by Enji, who became focused on Touya's youngest brother Shoto, Touya went through an existential crisis and would cry out of frustration every night. Nevertheless, he continued to train despite the harm he would suffer, hoping to surpass Shoto and gain his father's approval. Touya even cried out of pure happiness when he saw his magic evolve and become stronger. However, when his father didn't meet with him to see this discovery, Touya broke down emotionally and lost track of time, which led to him getting attacked by a werewolf and was nearly mauled to death. Even after surviving and escaping from the werewolf pack that kidnapped him 3 years later, however, Touya still went home and wanted to see his father again, yet also desired to make amends with his family for attacking Shoto and his mistreatment of them. After seeing that nothing had changed and that Enji was still obsessed with training Shoto to become his successor, Touya psychologically broke, taking this action that all he ever was to his father was a failed and discarded attempt at reaching his selfish ambitions. This mental breakdown caused Touya to completely abandon his old self and become Dabi, a murderous and pyromaniacal werewolf obsessed with ruining his father's reputation and paying him back for all the suffering he went through.

After renaming himself Dabi, he became a stoic, aloof, confident, and focused individual who rarely shows emotion. While rather crude and violent, he's cautious, choosing to retreat when Rumi Usagiyama arrived to aid Enji and made sure not to divulge too much information to Keigo Takami about missions because of the infancy of their relationship. Overall, Dabi is a highly enigmatic individual who trusts no one, preferring to do things alone and in his way. He also gives off the impression of knowing more about certain people than he lets on.

Despite his usual expressionless behavior, Dabi finds joy in establishing himself as a dark wizard fighting what he believes to be corrupted ministry workers, an ideology proposed by his apparent inspiration, Stain. Dabi is dedicated to Stain's mission and desires to destroy the society where Purebloods supreme, sharing his belief that one person with the necessary conviction can do so. He is shown to share Stain's sentiment that aurors are hypocritical and unworthy of their title, but unlike Stain, he does not seem to seek a society with better aurors, believing that true kindness don't exist. Despite his devotion to the Ministry Killer's creed, Dabi does many things that Stain would not, such as attacking innocent bystanders and helping the League get revenge against Kai Chisaki, while also being motivated by his vengeance against Enji. In the end, Dabi only uses Stain's ideals to cover his motives and justify his crimes against the wizarding society.

Dabi takes pleasure in taunting heroic figures, students, and aurors alike, sadistically enjoying the pain he inflicts on others, including those he murders. Sometimes, Dabi engages in psychological warfare to unnerve whoever his opposition is while also allowing himself to cool down from his magic's effects. Very pragmatic in battle, he is rather savvy about how aurors operate and will exploit their natural tendency to rescue others. He is not afraid of causing collateral destruction, rarely holding back, even if it puts his allies at risk.

Dabi is intolerant of most people and can be very derisive, rude, and condescending to everyone with whom he interacts. He insulted Tomura Shigaraki immediately after meeting him and constantly does the same to his allies and enemies but doesn't always do it with the intention of being rude. While the League would go on to develop a strong sense of camaraderie, Dabi has remained distant from them for the most part. He has admitted that he doesn't care for Tomura or the rest of the League and that the value he puts on them comes mostly from their ability to bring his ambitions into reality. This selfish way of thinking establishes Dabi as an extreme sociopath.

However, Dabi appears to at least be capable of feeling some remorse. While he had no problem killing a respected auror, the latter's words appeared to have resonated with him, implying that Dabi has sympathy for those that have lost family due to dark wizards, as well as the loved ones of those who he has killed. Yet, this remorse does not extend to his family, as Dabi has frequently contemplated their deaths for revenge against Enji. He also appears to have specific standards, as upon seeing Fumikage Tokoyami arrive to save Keigo, he was surprised and disgusted by how the ministry were more than willing to bring Hogwarts students into battle, although he could've just been looking down on them for having to rely on wizards in training.

Dabi even displayed some semblance of kindness when he burned down Himiko Toga's family home while she was feeling distraught over it, though he claims he only did it to twist the knife for the ministry. Despite admitting that he held no care for the other League members, he did encourage Jin Bubaigawara to do his best for the League during the war, even hi-fiving him as he ran out to join the battle and took the time to encourage Himiko that they should continue fighting for their cause. This personality aspect shows that Dabi cares enough about his allies to support their morale when needed, even if only for pragmatic and self-serving purposes.

Following the reveal of his identity and his article in the Daily Prophet revealing his childhood, Dabi unveils his far more sadistic and unhinged side, expressing a maddened and gleeful expression upon confronting his father and youngest brother. With his sadism and vengeance fully renewed, Dabi thoroughly relishes any pain he can cause Enji, shown when he attacked Nejire with his long nails and gloated that Enji's flames had burned another child's future. The article in the Daily Prophet has also shown his steadfast belief about the people working for the ministry: they use their good actions to hide and justify all their sins and use the public's admiration of them to keep it that way. He ridicules his father for believing that he could atone for his past abuse of his family and his attempts to change into a better person and does the same when revealing Keigo's father to be a serial criminal who his father had sent to Azkaban. Although he had previously discarded his birth name, he resumes using it after his duel with his father.

Dabi is also aware of his madness and doesn't seem to be against the idea of suicide if it can kill his father or hurt him more, as shown when Dabi attempts to immolate both himself and Shoto in the War. He also expresses how he can't feel anything anymore, not even towards his family, further cementing Dabi's apathy and showing how far he has fallen. He later confirms to Shoto that he's fully intending to go down while taking out Enji, knowing that his vengeance would lead him to death from the start and that killing his father while destroying everything he holds dear will be how he leaves his mark on the world. Upon confronting his father again in the final battle of the Fourth Wizarding War, Dabi intends to use his magic to self-destruct and destroy everything around him. As a result of this, Dabi's loss of sanity causes him to regress back to his childhood thoughts before he starts to explode, as seen by him telling his father to look at him like he did as a child, having completely lost himself to his desire for vengeance.

[jqmalikhsgib]

orbit

one

your mom use to tell you when you meet your soulmate you’d feel it immediately. the spark that you’d have would make your heart pound right out of your chest. you never believed that much, considering you come from a home of divorce, but as soon as you saw eddie munson on stage, you felt it.

most would think you’re crazy. their is no way your soulmate was some guy in some band! not just any band either, he was a famous metal head.

you’d been dragged to their concert by your twin sister, who’d been the complete opposite of you. she was loud, obnoxious, and enjoyed being seen. you were quite shy, kept to yourself, not very outgoing.

eddie seemed more your sisters type. the kind of guy who’d piss your parents off. you weren’t into someone who’d give you too much attention. in fact you weren’t really interested in dating at all, not yet anyway. you knew once you started dating you’d want it to be the only person you’d ever be with.

the chances of that happening was very slim, but you could only dream. seeing eddie on stage, his hair in a ponytail, sweat dripping down his body, shirtless, he’d been the most beautiful man you’d ever seen.

when he made eye contact with you, you nearly fainted. at first you thought it was all in your head. until after the show when a security guard asked you to come with him. he sent you and your sister backstage.

eddie instantly walked over to you. he introduced himself, your sister screaming, she’d finally got to meet eddie fucking munson, one of the guys from the band she’d been obsessed with since they were just starting out. she eventually met the rest of the band and freaked out even more.

eddie only interested in getting to know you, kissed your hand. that night he got your number and the two of you fell in love.

eddie enjoyed that you weren’t someone who just wanted to fuck him. you weren’t the type to rush anything. eddie enjoyed taking things slow with you, getting to know your mind before your body.

he cut all ties with his groupies, not needing any of that shit anymore. he had you now, he only wanted you.

eddie had kept you hidden from the public. he didn’t want anyone ruining what he had. you kept him hidden from your family, not wanting anyone to judge. you knew how they’d react.

your mother would have told you to be careful. she’d let you know that dating someone with a high profile like eddie—especially with his reputation—could be risky. your father would grill you about how idiotic you were being, that all men want is one thing. once they have it, they’ll dump you and leave you for dry. your brothers would be over protective, constantly yelling at you, probably try to force you to break up with him.

it’s why your twin sister was the only one to know. she was very happy for you! even more so she’d get to hang with her favorite band occasionally!

it had now been three amazing years with eddie. keeping your relationship private from everyone was easy and it kept your relationship healthy, in a sense.

but eddie wanted more. he wanted you to move in with him. it was a huge step considering the most the two of you would do was kiss. but eddie loved you, he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

you took time to think it through. you were never the type to jump and do something. always carefully planning things accordingly. when you thought about it for a few weeks you told eddie you’d move in with him. you were an adult after all. sure, you’re still young, barely twenty-two. when you told your parents you were moving, they assumed you’d found a place of your own.

you weren’t trying to lie to them, but you weren’t exactly ready for them to know you’re moving in with your boyfriend. once you were moved out, you and eddie spent a lot of time going on dates, making sure the paparazzi didn’t catch you, enjoying one another.

as time went by you finally gave eddie your mind and body. he made it a magical experience. being very careful, learning your body, the ins and outs. you didn’t think it possible, but in that moment you fell even more in love with eddie.

now, four months into living with the metalhead, you felt secure.

currently eddie was in the shower when you heard someone knocking on your door. you happily go and open the door when you spot your family standing in front of you.

you panicked, not knowing what to do. you thought about how they could possibly have found you. then it hit, you never turned off your location when you moved.

your brothers invited themselves in while your mother and father smiled at you before you moved out the way for them to come in. your sister hadn’t been with them. you assumed she was at her girlfriends house.

your mom set down a tray as well as your father. you concluded they’re here to have dinner with you.

“hi, baby. we thought we’d surprise you!”

surprised you were. you didn’t know what to say.

“yeah, doofus! nice place by the way. quite cute.”

that’s thanks to you. eddie wanted to get an house for the two of you to live in. you stopped him, not needing anything to big. you both came to a compromise and found a penthouse apartment. when you first laid eyes on the place, you both fell in love with it. your eyes were widened when you saw the kitchen. it was the most beautiful kitchen you’d ever seen. when you found your way to the downstairs bathroom you assumed this couldn’t be a real bathroom. finally when you made it to the master bedroom, you nearly fainted. and seeing the bathroom, brought tears to your eyes. it only got better from there. eddie’s real estate agent showed you the jacuzzi in the patio.

you knew alone you couldn’t afford this place. you’d debate with yourself if this was the right place for you. eddie saw the look in your eyes and knew you loved it. he kept letting you know that he’d do anything to make you happy. he loved this place just as much. he eventually convinced you to sign the lease with him. you agreed and the two of you loved your home.

you insisted on paying whatever you can to the place. eddie told you not to worry about it. you didn’t take no for an answer. you paid what you could, even if it’s not much. eddie was just happy to be living with you, he didn’t care.

“yeah, quite nice. how are you paying for this, baby?” your father questioned.

you were going to speak until everyone heard a voice coming from downstairs.

“baby, we need to make a run to the store. we’re running out of soap.” eddie states as he walks downstairs. he had nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. his eyes widened when he spots your family.

“yn, who the hell is this?!” derek—your parents first child—spoke.

all four of your eldest siblings glared at eddie while your mother stood there shocked and your father stares at you waiting for your answer.

“i should probably go put on some clothes. give you time to talk.” eddie states. he quickly runs upstairs.

“well, are you gonna answer the question or should i pack your bags now and ask questions later?”

“pack my bags?”

“yes, yn! pack your bags! as in, you’re leaving this place and either moving back in with your mom or staying with me! either way, you’re not staying here.” your father glares at you.

“dad, i—”

“don’t! you’re too young to be living with some boy! what the hell were you thinking?!”

“she clearly wasn’t, dad! are you stupid?” justin stares at his sister as if she’d run over a puppy.

“i can’t believe you! i knew something was up when you wanted to move out of moms.” chris states.

“yn, sweetie, your brothers are just worried about you. as am i.” your mother finally spoke.

you honestly had no idea what to say. you stood there as your family constantly yelled at you.

eddie soon comes back downstairs, dressed in a black sabbath t-shirt and black jeans.

“is everything okay?” eddie puts his hands on your shoulders.

“everything is fine! our sister was just about to pack her shit. we’re leaving.” brandon glares at eddie.

“im sorry, what?”

“you heard him! get your paws off my daughter. come on yn, we’ll help you pack.” your father states before walking towards the stairs.

“she’s not going anywhere!” eddie glares at her family.

“son, this has nothing to do with you! this is between our daughter—”

eddie looks at you. “baby, do you wanna go?”

you stood there. you were never the type to say no to your parents. in fact this is the only time you ever really disappointed them.

“babe, look at me, not them. do you wanna leave?”

“no.” you whispered.

“okay, she’s not going anywhere.” eddie shrugs his shoulders.

“yn, you’re too young, baby.” your mother shakes her head.

“she’s twenty-two! she’s old enough to make her own decisions. she said she didn’t want to leave, therefore, she ain’t going nowhere. now, stay or leave, but she’s not going anywhere she doesn’t want to.”

“yn!”

“you should go.” you whispered.

“what the hell have you done to our sister?!”

eddie scoffs. “i simply made her less of a pushover. yn told me all about how she’d do anything you’d tell her. she’s done nothing but make you all happy her whole life. now it’s time for her to be happy.”

“keith, let’s just go. we’ll—we need to calm down anyway.”

your father huffs. “fine! but this conversation isn’t over!”

“dad?!”

“come on, boys! we’ll deal with this later. just know, once she realizes the mistake she’s made with you, she’d be back home!”

eddie smirks. “im not planning on going anywhere, mister yln. might wanna get use to me.” eddie states before he shuts the door with your family behind it.

you immediately started crying.

“come on, babe. ill run you a bath, okay?”

you simply nod as you follow eddie upstairs to your bedroom hoping to wash this day away.

yes, another story! im almost done with stars and im most likely discontinuing beauty and the freak because i literally have nothing for that story. but here’s an eddie fic!!!

this will probably where id work heavily on my smut because i need practice, buds. plus i love when the reader is innocent and becomes corrupted 😈 their will have lots of smut!!! plus idk what it is about bald joseph but i literally am obsessed, so eddie will be hairless in this fic!!!