isn’t it delicate? Rick Grimes x F!Reader

Part One

Part Two (coming soon)

The Box

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: Tony finds Peter’s box of condoms and confronts you

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“Do either of you want to explain this?”

To punctuate his sentence, Tony slammed a small box of condoms down on the table in front of you. You immediately recognized the packaging and looked at Peter in fear. Peter looked just as scared, but gave your knee a squeeze to assure you that he had it handled.

“Um,” he gulped, “it’s a box of-“

“I know what it’s a box of.” Tony cut him off. “Actually, I knew what it used to be a box of. But for some reason…”

Tony dumped the box over and all but two condoms fell out. Your eyes somehow went even wider as the situation somehow got even worse. You knew it couldn’t be a good thing when Tony called you and Peter into the living room, you just never imagined it would be this bad.

“It’s empty.” He continued. “Can either of you heathens tell me why it’s empty?”

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Change Of Heart ~ Heimdall x Reader

Summary: Y/N is the daughter of Kratos with a Greek Goddess who died before he left his homeland. She is laconic and intimidating without even trying, being more like her father, but she’s mostly just aloof and has no idea how to have a proper conversation, especially with the people of the North. Being a Goddess and having learnt so much as a child, before Olympus fell, Y/N found her primary priorities simple - Protecting her family. Her first meeting would however prove to be the most entertaining, but also, the most annoying thing she experienced, since she stole Hermes’s boots.

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Ragnarok was on the verge of existentialism, and everyone was running amok with craziness - People were worrying for their lives, their homes, and not only, for the End of the Gods meant… What did it mean, actually? Nobody could know exactly - They could only make false suppositions. But that’s what people did best - Make up countless scenarios that may or may not come even close to reality.

The problem was, while mostly everyone inside the dwarves’ home was in alignment with their mind views - Atreus, the little half-Jotnar teenager, was up to… Only he knew what. Nobody, maybe not even he knew, what in the world he was thinking. She doesn’t remember herself being a teen rebel… Maybe it was a boy thing? She truly had no idea.

Time and time again, especially after Faye died, Y/N tried to pacify Atreus and lead him on the good path - The one of communication, so he and his father could talk out their differences. That was their problem - They loved each other so much, but because of their different personalities and upbringings, they weren’t able to bond so evidently, like herself and Kratos did. Although, they did have a few hundreds of years alone to talk plenty, so it was an unfair comparison - Hence why, she had to try harden in reasoning with both of them.

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A/N: I had watched a gameplay of God of War before, but now that I’m playing it myself I love the game even more! As a result, I had the inspiration to write this. Hope you enjoy it! 😘

Your mind was elsewhere. Kratos’ approval was everything to you, after all he had become a father figure just like Atreus had become like a little brother for you. Still, you didn’t know what to do anymore to earn that validation you needed from him. Your fighting skills had improved, you were obedient, cautious and responsible. Nonetheless, nothing seemed to be good enough.

“Y/N” You felt Atreus tugging at your hand. “Are you okay?” 

You smiled, endeared like always by his heart of gold. As cold as Kratos could be, Atreus’ warmth usually made up for it. Usually.

“I’m alright” You fondly stroked his head. “Don’t worry, kid”

“But you look worried…” His blue eyes were actually full of worry themselves as the boy stared at you. 

“What is the matter?” Kratos spoke up, his deep voice seeming to resonate in your chest.

“Am I… am I doing alright?” You dared to ask him. It was Atreus who answered first.

“I think you’re doing great!” He smiled at you, trying to encourage you. “Don’t you, father?”

“Why do you ask?” Kratos said instead, staring at you. “Speak your mind, child”

You heaved a sigh, knowing you wouldn’t get a better opportunity to say what had been weighing down on you for days now.

“I feel like… no matter how hard I try, my efforts are never enough” You started to say, cautiously looking at him. He towered over you like always, strong and imposing. You didn’t let that stop you now, and so you continued. “You are… too harsh sometimes, and my best never seems to please you”

“Hm…” Kratos hummed in a way that you weren’t sure if it was in dissaproval or thoughtfulness. “Is that how you feel?” 

“Y-Yes…” When Atreus squeezed your hand, you realized your surrogate little brother was still holding on to it, showing you his support.

Kratos paused, crossing his arms over his chest, before continuing.

“I am harsh because you can improve, I must push you to do your best” Was his stern response, making you restless that your fears were a reality.

“But that doesn’t mean you’re not doing okay” Atreus intervened, looking from you to Kratos. “Just that there’s always room for imprevement… right?” 

“Yes” His father admitted, nodding his head. “As the boy said, your efforts have been adequate, keep it up” 

“Thank you” You smiled in relief, even as he hummed in response and walked away.

“That’s his way of saying he’s proud of you” Atreus told you, tugging at your hand again, this once in a playful manner. “That you’re really doing okay” 

“Oh, do you speak Kratos’ language?” You teased him, obnoxiously pinching his cheek. “Or are you just an insufferable know-it-all, boy?” 

As annoying as it was for him, Atreus couldn’t help laughing. He pushed you away and you moved on to tickling him, which started one of your many sibling chases that made Krato’s patience run thin. Nonetheless, this time he didn’t ask you to focus or be still. If you had looked at him, you would have seen a smile plastered on his face that you wouldn’t have believed even if you did see it.

La Sirena

She was a wonder. The Talokan King had never seen such a woman. Here she was before him adorned in the clothing that he had gifted her. A crown of shells laid on her red and brown curls and a robe cotton covered her hourglass figure held together by halter of seashells and jade stones.

“This cave is beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like it” she states as she takes in glowing fluorescent stalactites hanging from the ceiling.

“You’ve never been in an underwater cave before?” He asked with a hint of shock. Strange, according to legends mermaids loved caves, as it would be a place humans could not steal their treasures.

“No, I never swim this deep. I usually only go 50 meters, never a 140.”

She continued to take in her surroundings. The murals on the wall caught her interest, she couldn’t help but feel drawn to the paintings of what looked to be gods and followers. But one in particular caught her attention.

“Is that a…”

“La Sirena…the mermaid. A famous legend among our people.”

“What is the story?”

“ A women named Sirena loved the water so much that she would neglect her chores in her household. This angered her mother so much that she accidentally cursed her to be part of the water forever. Over time Sirena’s legs had formed a tail and therefore the first mermaid was born. My mother used to tell me the story, of creatures like our people that lived in the sea.”

As far as Serena knew she was the only mermaid. “My grandmother told me all the women in our family had the mermaid gene but I was the first to have all the traits. She said there must have been a reason.” It wouldn’t be a shocker. Now with the existance of superheroes, aliens, gods, monsters, elves and everything else supernatural maybe she did have a special purpose.

“Tlāloc, our rain god, had gifted me with visions. Visions of a figure in the water, one that possessed powers of land and sea. Like me.” Namor took Serena’s hand in his and held it to his chest above his heart. He pulled her close, his deep brown eyes holding her green prisoner with sweet promises. “Someone who would help me in protecting my people.”

Serena’s felt her heart begin to race. “Namor, what are you saying?”

“Stay with me here in Talokan. Be my queen.”

Serena’s knees almost buckled at the thought. She had only met this king, this GOD a day ago. Twos days before that she didn’t know if any other aquatic beings existed. Now she finds out there is a sunken city with a god king and now he wants her to be his queen? “I…I don’t know. Namor it’s all too much.”

She let go of his hands and took in the painting of his people on the wall. “You’re people, after everything they’ve gone through they won’t accept an outsider as their queen.” Namor has made it no secret he doesn’t like the surface. He had a disdain for humans and their world. And Serena was from that world! Hell their first encounter was her saving a couple of divers from his soldiers.

“ You held your own against Attuma one of my best warriors and you healed a Talokan child. You have shown you are worthy of their respect.” Serena smiled softly as she recalled the young child who followed their father’s patrol to the surface. “Why don’t I show you?” Namor gestured to the deep pool, so deep you couldn’t see the bottom.

Serena looked at the pool, “Your city is down there?”

Namor smirked, “And a little ways. Well?“

Serena thought for a sec. What other chances will she have to see an underwater city? One where mermaids are welcomed?

“Turn around.” She states.

Namor looks at her confused, “I don’t understand.”

She smiles playfully, “ I have to be naked to transform. Now go on turn around.”

The god king reluctantly turned around. He could hear the shuffling of Serena’s clothes causing to peak just a bit over his shoulder catching a glimpse of her naked form jumping into the water.

He watches with a smile as he sees her tail swimming towards the bottom. He jumps in after her. ‘You will be my queen my beautiful Sirena’ he thinks to himself as he leads her down the tavern to Talokan.

red strings of fate ~ paul lahote

word count: 4k

the two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances. this magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break

paul x imprint!reader angst

warnings: none i can think of but let me know if ive missed anything

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Be Somebody to Someone 1/4

You’ve lived your entire life in Forks, Washington without anyone paying too close attention to you. Then you befriend the new girl and suddenly you find yourself friends with the unexpected. And maybe even something more if a certain shapeshifter stops denying the Fates.

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR

Words: 5.1K Author’s Note: If this receives 100 notes, I will post part two as soon as possible instead of waiting for next Friday. Happy reading! Just so you know, reader indulges in edibles. I’ve never been high a day in my life, so everything in here is purely made up. Also, it’s been a while since I’ve seen Twilight, so I forgot if Edward was “friendly” with Bella before Tyler nearly mowed her down.

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𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝟷/?

𝒂/𝒏: 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚. 𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑷𝒂𝒖𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 <𝟑

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝑱𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒃𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔/𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒚. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟔.𝟑𝒌

Moving to forks, where it would rain all the time was something to get used to, even tho I spent the summer here all the time it was still hard to leave my mom and all my friends. For Bella tho, it was harder to adjust, she hadn't been back in a while and what made it even worse for her was that she and our dad didn't have a really good relationship.

Tho my dad could be really awkward, he wasn't around me. Maybe it's because we have a lot in common or it could be because I just don't let things get awkward. I always have something to talk about.

[𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘴.]

It all started three months ago, you had just graduated high school and you were a pretty average student so you hadn’t really gotten any scholarships or anything of the sort, Your dad had a decent job but it wasn’t really enough to afford to go to a good school which is why you got a job.

You didn’t have any real job experience but there was an ad online for a bar that was hiring. It turned out to be a biker bar much to your dad, Ricks, dismay but I paid twenty dollars an hour to it’s waitresses and the bar itself was pretty above board.

It turns out most of the Saviours, members of a motorcycle club which frequented the Sanctuary Saloon, were actually pretty decent people.

It was kind of a rundown place and western themed in the cringiest way possible but other then a few guys who got a little to flirt everything was okay, right up until you meant the leader, Negan.

You were terrified of him and your dad was working on a case against him, the whole sheriffs department despised the man and he and his club always seemed to thwart the attempts of King County law enforcement but one day he saved you from some guy, one of the patrons was getting way to handsy and followed you out after your shift, Negan beat the piss out of him and that’s how you meant your knight in shining leather.

All was right with the world until your dad was waiting outside one day when you got home, he was supposed to be at work and you had just done an early shift. It was only one in the afternoon and everything was peaceful in the suburbs of king county, your boyfriend constantly complained about how snobby the people of suburbia could be but to you it really had its perks.

“Hey dad, I didn’t think you’d be home till dinner.” You went in for a hug but Rick seemed to have other plans when he shoved you a few steps back much to your surprise.

Your family had always been pretty loving and no one had ever put their hands on each other, not to mention publicly. You were in the middle of the lawn for god sakes you could see the old lady across the street stop tending to her garden to stare in shock!

“How could you, how COULD you!”

To say that Rick Grimes was angry was an understatement, you were so in shock from being shoved that you couldn’t even speak much less realize what he was talking about.

“How could I what?” Your voice was choked and strained with confusion but that didn’t seem to stop him “how could you sleep with that piece of SHIT!” His voice was so loud and you could see your stepmother Lori looking out through the window in concern.

Neighbours were starting to come out but they didn’t help as Rick shoved you again, no one wanted to get their hands dirty or involve themselves in this, still they were looking on at you as if this was some sort of spectacle.

To make matters worse a black jeep pulled up outside at that very second and the door slammed hard, you didn’t even have to look up at him to know who was towering over both you and Rick from a distance but you still did, Negan, you finally felt safe.

Negan had an encounter with the sheriffs department earlier today over some fuss about some pizza boy getting beat up on his clubs turf, he didn’t know of what happened but he planned on dealing with it his own way, he made some off handed comment about wanting to get back to his precious piece of ass because she got off work soon and he wanted to catch her before she ran home, the look of recognition in the deputies eyes before he stormed out alerted the older man to his brutal mistake.

“Prick get your GODDAMN hands off of MY lady” Negan’s voice was loud and booming and then your dad decided to swing at the man, Negan decked him and grabbed your arm only to realize half of the neighbour hood was watching you.

“Fuck right off, I said FUCK off.” All he had to do was yell once for people to hurry off inside, he opened the car door for you and once he closed it and got in his own side he didn’t hesitate to speed off.

“God I hate the suburbs, bunch of nosey assholes. I swear if you cut them up they wouldn’t have any guts.”

Drive My Car, Part 2

The sequel to Drive My Car, because everybody requested it!

Warnings: ...ya know 😉

After driving down empty country roads littered for about a half hour Daryl spotted a building with "Sorghum" painted on the roof. You did a u-turn and went to inspect it. You found a pot of gold - a truck full of food and toiletries.

"Boo-yah!" You and Daryl said at the same time. Daryl blushed and caught Rick smiling as you climbed into the truck.

"A fucking pasta maker!" You exclaimed. "Now that pampered old puss will get off my ass." Mrs. Niedermayer, a sheltered retiree who'd never even seen a walker up close, wouldn't stop asking every runner every time to look for one.

You Found Me

A/N

Sooooo, This idea has been bouncing around my head for awhile but i've been unable to find the words to get it out on paper! I've left it on kind of a cliffhanger so there will definitely be a part two maybe three! Dependent on how long it takes me to write it out!

My requests are always open let me know if you have anything you'd like me to work on :) Comment if you want adding to the taglist!

Hope your having a lovely day!

Full Masterlist Daryl Dixon Masterlist

Daryl was the odd sort, He didn’t seem to ever get himself into the same predicaments as everyone else did. He was just strong, dependable Daryl. The one you could always depend on to bail you out of the shit. 

After knowing the man for 12 years now Maggie was still unable to get a real read on him. His brother was no use either, Merle was a vile man who wasn’t able to keep his trap shut for more than 15 seconds but somehow if he was questioned about their life before or Daryl he always found ways to scoot around the question.

Never in a million years would I ever think I’d live to see Daryl Dixon put his knife to Paul Lahote’s throat…

This is like a random dream my brain makes up after writing a Paul lahote one shot while watching the walking dead.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭 | 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

summary: getting caught kissing rick grimes son, by rick grimes is probably the most embarrassing thing that's happened to you.

Carl Grimes x Fem!Reader

wc: 600

request: can you write something like carl and reader getting caught making out ITS BEEN ON MY MIND ALL DAU😭🙏🏾

cw: kissing, getting caught.

The heat was prominent as you stood crossed armed in the middle of Alexandria's walls. The summer warmth collecting on your skin, nipping at your cheeks and nose while your warn out white tank and blue jeans didn't help your situation.

you watched as people ate their lunch and moved on, not hungry yourself. 

"I'd expect you to be down there eating by now, it's your favorite" you looked to the side to see Carl, long brown hair sitting on his shoulders as his smile, ah, more of a smirk held upbeat on his lips.

"yeah, well, not really in the mood right now..I'll have some later" you smiled, turning back as Carl laid his back on the wall as well

"ya'know, watching people eat isn't really that great of a hobby" he pried, you rolled your eyes as he pushed and pushed before you asked him what he really wanted

"I have new comic books, new ones we can read together!" he grinned like a little boy, you scoffed as you wore a smile back at him.

"you could've just led with that"

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now, you sat crossed-legged on his bed. he tossed around his desk, talking to you about the new comics and all, you listened intently as he twirled around with a...gift in his hand?

pink paper wrapped a book-shaped figure with a thread tying into a bow. your furrowed brows were enough for him to realize how oblivious you were

"uh..this is for you.." he suddenly became shy, cheeks red and it wasn't from the suns rays coming from the window

"for me? why?" 

"ugh, just take it..it's a...present for you" you grabbed it and started to tear the paper off, slowly peeling away to see a book cover that was all too familiar

"oh my goodness, Carl! holy shit you really got it!" you squealed as you see the "1" on the cover, the book you've been trying to get for the longest time as you only had the other ones... except for the first one of course.

"yeah, well, I was on a run and uhm..it was just...there" yeah, it wasn't just there. he had to kill a small herd of walkers that were in the store just because he saw a glimpse of it through the window..but...he'd never tell you that

"that's amazing! thank you!" you kicked your feet liked a little girl as Carl became flustered at the pure sight of your happiness, something he doesn't get to see often

you ran up and gave him a hug, pulling away to look him in the eye, emotions getting the best of you as you contemplate finally acting on your feelings...and...you do.

you lean in and finally. fucking finally kiss him. his soft lips you've always looked at sucked into yours as your both held each other tight, soon you both found yourselves on the bed, with you on his lap, nothing sexual, just loveness and pureness.

you held his face as he held your waist, your head twisting as you attempt to kiss him even deeper, and then..

"Carl, you never-" Rick opened the door up, and with raw fear you tumbled off him and Rick watched with nothing but shock

"Dad!"

"Oh..Oh...um..my bad" he walked back before closing the door, and then opening it just an inch before running down the stairs, you felt hot but not in the way before, hot with embarrassment

"I-I'm so sorry" Carl stuttered, upset and embarrassed that that was how your first kiss went

you burst out laughing as you tried to put yourself together, Carl joined you in a couple of seconds, your laugh too intoxicating not to. 

so maybe not the best first kiss, but certainly one to remember..

oh and, Rick gave the...talk right after to a very shameful Carl

an: hiii guys! i haven't wrote fluff in a while <3 had kinda a bad day so this was really nice for me to write...ilysm! ♡

Taming the Dragon Tamer

Charlie returns to the Burrow for a short vacation only to find a new family has moved in just across the field from the Burrow.

Words: 5.9K Author’s Note: Don’t pay attention to movie release dates. Just go with the flow.

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StreetLove, O.Diaz

warnings: toxic!family, violence x100, bitchassMonse 🤭

word count: 3K

a/n: This is my first OC story for Oscar and it’s a bit exciting, tbh! Respectfully, Layla is a melanin queen 👑 and to be writing of the Prophet$ like such is a whole experience for me. there will be a part 2 of this! I hope you all enjoy it! If you can: follow the blog, heart/comment/reblog the works and turn on the notifs for when I post! Thank youuu!

anonymously requested!

(gif belongs to @thesewickedhands​ ✨)

Living a life in Freeridge is nothing worth bragging about. 

Especially being born into the street life, where not even family can be trusted. But Layla always thought that the life one is given is for a reason. Some cosmic shit she saw on tumblr about how everything is set in stone, meant to be blah blah blah. 

Though she believes it, she also believes that life can be molded to one’s own liking. If so, why the fuck would she find herself ducking behind a car with bullets raining down around her?

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Family Values | Part One

Steve Harrington x Single Mom Reader

Summary: 3 years after the "earthquake" rocked through Hawkins and changed the town forever, it's now known as the Conspiracy Capital of the Country. Drawing in thousands of visitors a year to one specific spot, Steve Harrington's Hawk Shop: your one-stop shop for all your visit needs. Hawkins was essentially a ghost town if it wasn't for the wannabe journalists and demon hunters. And then Y/N moved in, buying the house next door to the Wheelers for herself and her 4-year-old daughter.

Warnings: AU set after season 4 and the Main cast all survived. lots of made-up lore, pregnancy assumptions, mentions of steves childhood and losing his parents in the earthquake, love at first sight, flirting

Word count: 2.5k

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It was so strange to see a moving truck come into Hawkins, most of the time people were leaving. It was basically a ghost town now, the only real foot traffic they got was from conspiracy theorists, news reporters and people obsessed with strange “natural” disasters.