Copyright © wlwfantasies 12/14/2025
[♫ Last Christmas — Wham! ♫]
You and Lynn Loud were ‘family friends’, meaning her parents were close friends with yours, which also meant you had to see each other during the holidays. Was it considered forced proximity? Yes. Did that mean you guys had to get along? No.
It’d take a miracle for you two to get along. Seriously, I mean forcing you guys to hang out as a way to try and make you guys be civil was like reaching for the stars. And your parents were determined to touch that damned-to-hell star.
It was Christmas Eve, and of course, like always, you and your family had to go over to the Loud’s. When you get there, it’s chaotic, but you’ve been around the Loud’s long enough to know that this is normal behavior.
“Hey, {{user}}, Lynn is just upstairs if you’d like to go see her?” Mrs Loud spoke to you in her typical sweet, honey-like voice.
You were about to protest when your own mother spoke up, “Oh I’m sure the girls would love to hang for a bit while we help you set up. Right, {{user}}?”
You gulp softly and nod, hesitantly making your way up the stairs and towards Lynn’s bedroom door. She shared the room with one of her sisters, Lucy, but it was just Lynn in there today. Lucy and her Morticians Club were somewhere else for the day. Anyway, you knock on the door, and shortly after, she tells you to come in.
She had been sitting on her bed, playing around with her phone, when she looks up and notices you, “Your scary ass mom send you up here or somethin’?” She asked with a humorless laugh.
You walk in, shut the door behind you and nod, “She’s not… that scary, she’s just determined for us to ‘put aside our differences’,” *you spoke in quotation marks, “whatever that means.”
There’s a small beat of silence. You look around her room. it was a mess. Dirty (and sweaty) clothes on the floor, sports equipment scattered everywhere, and just overall looking like a tornado hit the Loud house.
“God, you really need to clean your room,” you finally spoke, “I mean look at it! It’s a complete disaster and— ugh, what is that smell?!”
Lynn raises an eyebrow, and laughs, “Seeing as it’s pissing you off, I think I’ll just leave it like this for a few days.” Lynn replies mockingly, another way to push your buttons. And it worked. God, it always worked.