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my constant thought about max is him and virgin reader where r is saving herself for marriage and for her husband but max convinces her that doing anal means she’ll stay a virgin <33

Anon YOU EVEN MADE ME BLUSHH 🤭🤭🤭 do u know how hard that is. got me kickin and gigglin an shit, here u go u filthy animal keep the requests coming 🫶

Low Life ♥️

Max Verstappen x Horner! Reader

I been on the molly and ‘em xans with your daughter, if she catch me cheatin’ I won’t ever tell her sorry

Mad Max is back in full force with the poor Redbull strategy this season - and his boss, Christian Horner, doesn’t seem to be doing anything about it. Guess Max will just have to find some other way to get his revenge and relieve his stress…starting with his boss’s precious, spoiled daughter.

Content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut, innocent virgin!reader, who’s also a spoiled brat lol, dark! Max, blackmail, coercion, filming, VERY dubcon, anal, size kink, dom/sub, bimbofication, religious themes, EVERYTIME I WRITE A DARK MAX FIC IT KEEPS GETTING MORE NASTY GODDAMN, 5.2k WC

To say Max was pent up with rage would be an understatement. After dedicating himself tirelessly and dominating the track since his debut, the Redbull team had disappointed him this season with their pisspoor car and even poorer strategy. And to top it off, his boss was now making comments to the media about how he needed to spend less time on the sim rig the night before a race, making Max scoff. As if Horner knew more about winning a race than a 3 time world champion, Max thought angrily, yanking off his helmet as he stormed straight to his boss's office to give him a piece of his mind after another disappointing P3 finish.

Horner was having none of it, though, telling Max some bullshit about how the team needed to have a united front blah blah blah. Max has already tuned him out, cause what the fuck does he mean the team - he was the one bringing home the results every weekend, and anyone who tried to say otherwise just needed to look at the track record of Max completely dominating his teammates in equal machinery. God, he hadn’t gotten this mad in a long time, so he excuses himself rudely as he can tell he’s about to wreck something if he has to hear another one of Horner’s excuses. He wrenches open the office door just to have you stumble straight into his firm chest as you try to enter it.

You, Christian’s Horner’s daughter from his first wedding, freshly graduated from some private all girls college. He’d met you 3 months ago while you were trotting about like the spoiled little brat you undoubtedly were. No job, just using your degree as decor while you used your daddy’s fame to find yourself a rich man to spread your legs for, he had speculated, knowing just your type.

And it irritated him to no end that you looked the picture of innocence, an angelic figure in your white minidress and kitten heels and wide doe eyes, with a matching purity ring and all - even though your pretty tits and fat ass were openly ogled by many a male staff member. Max himself had to readjust his pants a few times when he’d seen you bend over.

He’d assumed you’d try to sink your gold digging claws into him soon enough, wanting some of his multimillionaire status for yourself, but you’d surprised him by skittishly avoiding him, almost looking a little scared, which he found amusing. He supposed he did dwarf your 5 foot frame though, and you had all the aura of a sweet little lamb compared to the Dutch lion. You’d surprised him again last month, when you’d introduced your dad to your pick of a first boyfriend - Tim, a docile looking, short guy who was a lowly new hire in the F4 reserve category. Too far down in the rankings to do any real benefit to your status. Conveniently, though, Tim’s father happened to own a software development app that was currently in the process of a $3 million acquisition deal. Chump change to someone like Max, but like he said, he knew your type, didn’t he?

But he’d been most surprised when he’d overheard moaning one night when he’d stayed late in the garage - and had pervily gone to investigate down the abandoned hallway and into one of the empty rooms - only to get an instant hard on at the sight of you on your knees, dress pulled down to your waist and those delicious tits out on display. So entranced by the angelic vision, Max hadn’t even noticed your loser boyfriend - till a scowl appeared on your pretty face as Tim furiously jerked his tiny dick off in front of you. He was panting and whining, sweat running down his face as he pathetically begged please, please can i touch your boobs-

You were no scared little lamb now as you snapped at him viciously. No! I told you, only looking and no touching! I promised daddy I would stay pure for my husband- Eww! Oh my god, what is that?

You’d been cut off as your boyfriend came, his small, clear load weakly spurting past his fist so that only a couple of drops landed on your caramel skin. Max had thought you’d been lying about the purity bullshit, just wanting an excuse to avoid Tim’s touch - but his eyes narrowed at your look of disgust at your boyfriend’s dick, and the genuinely puzzled expression on your face as you tried to figure out what the clear fluid that landed on you was - making the impressive semi he still rocked twitch, despite your pathetic boyfriend ruining his show. Interesting, you were still a virgin, huh?

Sure, you’d piqued his interest then, but he ignored you now as you stumble back from his hard chest, wide brown doe eyes blinking up at him. He’s still furious with Horner and starts to move past you but your aggravating father perks up, asking if you could show Max where his new drivers' room was in the refurbished wing, so that he could cool down and destress in peace after today’s race. Of course, daddy, you responded sweetly, making Max’s cock stir. He eyed you doubtfully as you lead the way. You had to know what you were doing, a grown woman using that word, right? But then again, he’d seen you call Horner by that title in a team wide press conference, making GP choke on his water next to him - so maybe not.

His anger hadn’t dissipated one bit as you approached his room, in a much more secluded area of the new wing for him to “cool down” as Horner had passively aggressively suggested. Still clearly nervous in his presence, you accidentally dropped the key you’d fished out. As you bent over to collect them, your miniskirt rose up, revealing your juicy ass peeking past your white cotton panties. Oh, he’d found the perfect way to get back at his boss, Max thought devilishly.

As you unlocked the door, he stepped in behind you, giving you no choice but to stumble inside - and then he’d casually stopped in front of the door to block your exit. You nervously twirled your keycard in your fingers, shuffling side to side.

Why don’t you sit down, he offered, we should get to know each other, yeah? You still looked like you wanted to bolt any second, but at Max’s authoritative tone you gingerly sat down on the plush couch.

He started with some generic bullshit about how he’d seen you around, you were his boss’s daughter after all, and as Horner’s best driver he should be on good terms with you too, no?

You relaxed, now looking up to meet his eyes and smiling brightly, pleased that the great Max Verstappen had come to seek your favour. You start saying that it was nice to meet him too, you’d heard lots about him, he was such an incredible driver-

You hadn’t noticed Max discreetly locking the door behind him. Stepping forward, he responded neutrally to your excited questions as he casually strips off his top layer, leaving him shirtless.

You abruptly stop talking, going pink in the face, and he asks what’s wrong, I’m just getting changed, are you a virgin or something? His mocking tone makes it clear that he still didn’t quite believe you were one. When you don’t reply, he gently lifts your face up with his large hand. And as your eyes shyly rise up to meet his, desperately avoiding looking at his broad, toned abs, there’s no faking the genuine innocence in them. I am, you stutter out. A virgin, I mean. I made a promise to daddy to wait till marriage.

You twirl your promise ring around anxiously as you say it. Max didn’t know what kind of sick brainwashing Horner had been subjecting his daughter too, but he fully intended to use it to his advantage. Really? He says slyly. Does your daddy know you let your little boyfriend jerk off on your tits?

You gasp, then glare as you demanded to know how he knew that, had he been watching, that was soo creepy and gross -

There’s the bratty angel he knew had been hiding. He cuts you off, confirming that yes, he’d been watching - but you’d been the dirty girl who seduced her innocent boyfriend in the garage for just anyone to see, hadn’t you?

You’d look outraged at his statements, but he reminded you of the power he had when he nonchalantly mentioned that he hadn’t planned on telling your father, but now that he knew about the promise you had made - well, it was his duty to let Horner know what kind of naughty things you’d been doing behind his back, right?

That had wiped the bratty glare right off your face, instead making you wide eyed and tremble with fear at the thought of your daddy finding out. You begged Max to keep your secret. Please don’t tell him, he would die, you'd do anything to stop him knowing!

Jackpot. Smirking darkly, Max pretended to consider your option before saying that he supposed he could keep it to himself if you helped him destress and relax like your father had sent you here to do, okay?

You nodded eagerly, looking up at him with those innocent doe eyes as he stepped right in front of you, watching you predatorily. His thick fingers brush along your pink lips, and his eyes darken as you instinctively take them into your mouth, sucking sweetly. Oh, you were going to be such a sweet little angel for him, he just knew it.

Within seconds he had you dropping your dress down to your waist, exposing those lush, pretty tits of yours. You blushed when he stared hungrily and ordered you to play with them, and at first you obliged and gently squeezed them, but then stopped to brattily ask just how this was supposed to help destress him, was he just being pervy again?

Great point, he said, and sat down next to you to easily lift you into his lap, taking over and roughly palming your tits. N-no touching! You had squealed, desperately trying to escape his strong arms. Rolling his eyes, he forced you back against him, explaining that it was okay, you knew that it didn’t count if it was to help him destress, right? And besides, nothing would affect your promise to your daddy except a man’s cock actually entering your precious virgin hole-

Okay! You had said frantically to put a stop to his explicit words, face flushed. Okay, if you promise it doesn’t count, I’ll still be a virgin, right?

God, it was so cute how naive you were. You hadn’t even realised that if what Max was saying was true then there was nothing illicit with what you and Tim had done - and Max had nothing to hold over you. Right, Angel, Max promised, enjoying the dazed look you gave him at the nickname as he squeezed your tits, bending down to take a pretty nipple into his mouth. It doesn’t count.

And that was how Max had his boss’s innocent little daughter wrapped around his fingers, ready to do whatever he asked of her, as long as he kept your secret. It was such a rush, having his way with you right under your father’s nose, being able to punish you for his crimes and ruining you more and more each time Horner pissed him off - and oh, did he piss Max off constantly.

So the next race, he’d had you fully strip for him, and yes, even those cute panties, Angel, when you’d whined, embarrassed from his intense gaze. You’d bit your lip and slid them off, obediently spreading your legs and gently playing with yourself like he’d asked, using unfamiliar movements. Soon enough you’d become accustomed to Max’s hungry stares at your innocent parts and began thrusting your tiny fingers inside your virgin cunny, because it had started to feel sooo good and soo tingly down there, and you’d never felt like that before.

You’d become distracted, closing your eyes from the sensation and when you opened them you shrieked, because Max was now standing right above you, greedily looking down at your petite form as he stroked his own private parts - called a cock, he’d made you repeat. He’d also warned you never to scream again in his room, or he’d gag you next time and tell your dad about Tim. You pouted, nodding obediently, but whining that you got scared Maxie, why was it so big, so angry, was it going to hurt you?

Of course not, Angel he’d reassured at the next race again, this time making you sit next to him, naked except for your kitten heels and a lacy blue thong he’d had delivered to your house - your father as clueless as ever when he handed the package over to you. It won’t hurt you, he promised, but it's very hard from stress and needs you to help drain it, okay?

He’d guided you to his large cock, smirking evilly as you struggled to grip him even with two hands. He moved one large hand over both of yours, showing you how to jerk him off the way he liked. You’d picked it up very quickly, innocently asking him why Tim's cock was so much tinier that his. Cause, Angel, I'm just a better man than he is, he had said with a chuckle. Oh, you had said, then - I hope my husband is a good man then, and has a big cock like you.

Oh, Jesus. Max was definitely going to hell after this. Feeling his peak approaching, he ordered you onto your knees, making you hold your tits up - and then proceeded to cover them with his thick, creamy release, so much of it that it dripped down onto your stomach - and much more than the time you had seen Tim’s cock explode. You’d almost screamed again but bit your tongue at the last minute, remembering Max’s threat last time. But it didn’t stop you from glaring up at him, brattily asking what this gross stuff was, eww, you didn’t want it on you-

That’s fine, Max had said cooly. That’s fine, because next time he'd make you drink it all instead. Your eyes went wide at that, tears forming and you adamantly denied Max, saying you’d never do something like that, it sounded pervy and dirty.

But your reluctance meant nothing to Max, as he smirked at you from your fathers side the next day, whispering something in his ear that had your daddy looking over at you and an icy chill running down your back. You were petrified as you got a text from your father to come see him in his office now, walking in on the verge of tears only to have him smile delightedly at you because Max mentioned you’d been very supportive of his races lately, it’s been a big reason why he’s so much more of a team player these days, so proud of you for helping the team, sweetie!

You’d accepted his praise, blushing from the attention, and later had dutifully wandered back to Max’s room to greet him after the race. He smirked at finding you there, already naked except for a pink lacey thong and heels, on your knees for him, shyly thanking him for keeping your secret and saying such nice things to your daddy. Of course, Angel, he murmured, unzipping himself. You know just how to say thank you then, hmm? And you obediently nodded, jerking him off like he’d taught you, then licking and sucking on his cock when he asked, and then taking all of his length inside your eager throat at his command, gagging the whole way as he tutted disapprovingly at you, taking over and controlling the pace with his large hands. It had really hurt your tiny mouth, and you couldn’t speak properly afterwards, but seeing Maxie swear and tell you how good you were doing, how he never wanted to let you go, made that tingly feeling come back in between your legs again. Instead of ignoring it like you normally did, this time you couldn't resist fingering yourself, thong pushed the side as you shoved your fingers inside your wet cunny.

Maxie had gone breathless seeing that, and then he tensed before you felt his warm, sticky thick cum fill your mouth. You swallowed every drop, opening your mouth afterwords for him to inspect. Good girl, he said, patting your head. My sweet angel, you drained my stress so well. Oh, so that’s what it was, you say innocently. I’m glad I made you feel better, Maxie.

After that, there were no races for a whole month as the paddock went into summer break. You had thought you’d be glad for the relief from Maxie and his mean demands, but you found yourself texting him often, missing his loving kisses and touches after you helped relieve his stress, missing the tingly feeling you got when he looked predatorily at you spread open for him.

You’d been shocked when you opened your eyes as a shadow had blocked out the sun while you were sunbathing at your family’s St Tropez holiday home, only to find Max grinning down at you, saying your dad had invited him to come for the week. Had you been doing your homework? You nodded diligently, looking at the banana you’d been practising swallowing whole without gagging to copy the dirty video Max had texted you of a petite woman eagerly sucking a very big cock - he must be a good man, you’d thought, just like your Maxie.

Secretly, you were so glad he was here, shooting him looks over the dinner table as he sung praises about what a good friend you’d been to him, helping him get back to P1, making your daddy proudly pat your head. And after dinner when everyone had gone to bed, he joined you in the hot tub to unwind. You’d excitedly begun to tell him about what you had been upto on the break when you felt his thick fingers creeping up the inside of your thighs. You’d frozen instantly, because Maxie had never touched you there himself, but before you could say anything your father stepped out onto the veranda, asking you something about your plans for the next day.

Answer him, Max mouthed, smirking as you had no choice but to let him keep gliding up your legs and undoing your tiny bikini. And when your daddy had gone back inside, oblivious that the flush on your face wasn’t from the heat of the pool, you’d tried to shove Max’s hand away, brattily saying you didn’t want his hand near your private parts, that was just for your husband-

Doesn’t count, Angel, Max had cooed, easily overpowering you and sliding a finger in, much thicker and longer than yours and making you squeal as he started pumping it in and out of you. And he hadn’t stopped despite your half hearted protests, because you’d started to feel really good, really tingly, and Maxie, I feel funny, I think I’m going to pee-

After you had your first orgasm, he carried your tired figure back into the house, setting you down and licking your cum off his fingers. And then, through your half asleep state, you felt his tongue swirling around your nipples, leaving hickeys and then trailing down, and down before his warm breath gently blew over your puffy cunny. And then you felt his wide tongue licking your folds, making you gasp awake and squeal cause why was he kissing you down there, that’s so pervy-

But he’d easily bullied you back into quiet muffled moans again, your skimpy bikini bottoms shoved inside your mouth as he warned you that your father was going to wake up right next door and come investigate if you didn’t shut up. So you reluctantly let him continue his filthy kissing, spitting and licking on your most innocent parts until you felt you had to pee again. He grinned wickedly as you squirted a second time, completely ruining the sheets, before redressing your passed out figure in a comfy hoodie. You felt the ghost of a sweet kiss on your forehead before he walked away.

You avoided him the next few days, glaring when he would approach you, angry he’d kissed you somewhere only your husband should. He’d promised you were still a virgin, sure, but still! It was just too much, wasn’t it?

But you’d been unable to resist his advances any longer when he’d cornered you in the family study one day when everyone else had gone out to the markets. He’d sweetly apologised, presenting you with a new Dior bag he’d had speed delivered that morning, and you happily snatched it up, gasping with delight as you look inside to find a Cartier bracelet. You’ll forgive me, right, Angel? Max had said, slowly wrapping his arms around you from behind and rubbing his practically blue balls against your plush ass as you distractedly admire your new gifts. I just wanted to make you feel good, hmm?

You nodded breathlessly, agreeing that you supposed it had felt really good, you liked that tingly feeling in between your legs. Yeah? Max had grinned, kissing you and slipping his tongue inside and saying that he knew a way to make you feel even better, Angel, and you’d still be a virgin after it, he pinky promises, okay?

With the new Dior bag and diamond bracelet you’d become a lot more agreeable, and didn’t protest as he laid you back on your father’s study table, lifting your miniskirt over your hips and grinning wickedly when he found no panties - just your glistening pussy. Y-you always just rip them anyways, Maxie you pouted.

Oh, you secretly wanted this, didn’t you? Acting all bratty just cause you wanted to make him work for it, he was certain. Your sweet body was such a good plaything for him that he didn’t really mind, deciding not to punish you for avoiding him.

You curiously watch as he unzips himself, taking his thick cock out, then you squeal adamantly in protest when he brings it close to your innocent hole. Shh, Angel, it’s just on the outside, he’d promised, I won’t put it in, it’ll feel so good, trust me.

And it had felt sooo good, making you bite your lip and toss your head back as he dragged his warm length along your folds, slapping your clit a few times with his cockhead, making you spread your soft legs invitingly as you felt the addictive tingly feeling come back again.

He’d been unable to resist the temptation, sliding just the tip into your virgin cunny- but you’d immediately screamed in protest, twisting away and he had generously released you from his hold, tongue in cheek as you sashayed away with a backwards glare, Dior bag in hand. He’d had to leave the next day, and you didn’t see him the rest of the break.

After the break, you had seemed different to Max. You carried the brattiness openly in your eyes, confident now in your ability to seduce him as he has brought such expensive apology gifts just for a little taste of your virginity.

You had infuriatingly said no when he tried to rub himself against your cunny at the next race, and at the one after that, so here he was, stuck fingering you and sliding his tongue in and out of your folds for the 3rd time this week while his cock ached to be buried inside you - when the wicked idea came to him.

He’d made sure to have all the preparations ready for the next race, knowing you would be a brat and try to weasel your way out of it. Like he’d predicted, you make your way to his plush sofa, spreading your legs to show off your naked pussy and demanding he come kiss it how you liked.

Oh, his Angel had become quite the spoilt little bitch, hasn’t she? He’d have to make sure you learned your lesson about who was in charge around here. You smirk as he drags his tongue up and down your puffy folds, thinking you had the millionaire driver all wrapped around your fingers. His thick third and ring fingers join his tongue, making you moan and close your eyes as he pumps them into your pussy. And then, his thumb drops down, lower, to circle your other winking hole before sliding inside.

You’d jumped in shock, naively asking why he was touching your dirty hole, that’s so embarrassing, you don’t want him to touch that place!

Max cooes that he couldn’t care less, besides, he can clean it out for you, yeah? If he just slides his cock in, just a little bit, he can make sure it’s all clean for you.

Your eyes go impossibly wide at the thought of his big cock anywhere near your ass. You furiously close your legs, brattily telling him that you’d had enough, wasn’t he just being a pervert now, and you’d already broken up with Tim ages ago and since Max seemed to be very relaxed now given his P1s has resumed you didn’t think you needed to help him out anymore!

Time to pull out the big guns. Sitting back on the sofa now, Max palms his growing erection as he calls out to you, making you pause from where your hand rested on the doorknob.

You know, Angel, I’ve had a lot of creepy fans sneak onto the garage lately. Some even got into my room. I guess they just really wanted to see me shirtless, huh?

You turn around to look at him, confused, until your eyes slowly widen in horror as he points to the camera tucked in the corner. There’s no trace of sympathy on his handsome face as he starts lazily jerking himself off, telling you that it had been your fathers idea to set it up, for his safety, and he’d even kindly offered to go through all the footage later - he took any threats against his prized driver very seriously.

You panicked, already teary eyed at the thought of your father seeing you spreading your legs sluttily and demanding Max pleasure you. You immediately dropped to your knees, begging Max to keep the tape himself-

Now why would I do that, Angel? Max cooes, getting harder at the sight of you kneeling in front of him and crying for his help. After all, you’re the one who’s forcing him to kiss her pussy on that video, hmm?

He knows he has you right where he wants you as you beg him, offering up your precious pussy to slide against again if he wanted, just don’t go inside, okay?

That’s not the hole he wants, Angel, he told you darkly. No - he wanted your other hole, the dirty embarrassing one, and he wants to sink his entire cock inside it.

He watches you stutter and gasp, before you take a deep breath and naively ask My husband won’t be able to tell, right Maxie? I’ll still be a virgin?

Max smirks. Of course, Angel. You know he’d never break your precious promise. And with that, you’re ready to become his obedient pet again, blankly turning around and sticking your ass up in the air like he asks, spreading your cheeks for him to look at.

And oh, Max takes his sweet time looking, enjoying the twisted satisfaction of having completely broken you down like this. He generously douses you in lube, making you squeal at the chill, before he’s furiously pumping his thumb inside your impossibly tight back hole. You tremble as he lines his cock up, ordered you to relax or it’ll hurt, Angel. Slowly sinking inside, he moans as he finally finds his way into your heat, feeling like he’s reached heaven. Tears stream down your face as you wail once he begins meanly thrusting, wickedly taking your anal virginity all for himself and giving you his fingers to suckle on and keep quiet.

He doesn’t stop until he’s finished inside you, panting heavily and pushing his matted hair out of his eyes, pressing kisses down your spine to let you know you did so well for him.

He pulls out with a wet squelch, enjoying the sight of his cum dripping out of your poor, abused little hole. Sitting back comfortably on the sofa, legs spread, he gives you a cocky smirk as you turn around, still seated on the ground in front of him.

Now clean it up, he demands meanly. He can’t have your hole make his cock dirty now, can he? And you obediently responded, crawling forward with glazed eyes, licking him clean from balls to tip like he’s trained you to do.

After that night, Max had held you completely in the palm of his hand. You’d be the perfect angel for him, doing whatever he wanted wherever he wanted - except for entering your innocent pussy, of course. He’d let you keep it yours for now, finding the fantasy hot. He’d buy you a diamond ring one of these days, he mused, so that you’d beg him to finally claim your virginity.

But for now, he had a couple other tricks to try out. And if you’d try to refuse, he’ll pull up the video he has on his phone of your eyes rolling back as Max ate you out on your father’s work desk from summer break.

He’d taken you back to his hotel room to teach you those tricks, making you wail and scream his name without restriction, headboard banging against the wall. It was hilarious when Horner had come upto him at breakfast the next morning, patting his back and saying it sounded like he’d been celebrating his win very well last night, congratulations, he deserves it and sounded like the girl couldn’t get enough!

Max had to hold back his laughter, as your clueless father had no idea he was carrying an extra croissant up for the very same girl who couldn’t get enough - his precious little daughter, who still lay sleeping in his hotel bed, exhausted from his dirty activities all night.

You’d ended up missing your flight back, making some weak excuse to your daddy and had followed Max into his private jet, obediently spreading yourself open for him as he pulled you behind the privacy screen. The flight attendants had blushed as they heard your eager moans and the lewd sounds of Max greedily fucking your ass again.

And when you landed, greeting your waiting family, Max had to discreetly wipe the line of cum that trickled down your skirt. You didn’t have to worry, though, he’d already thoughtfully ordered another delivery of sexy underwear straight to your home 🖤

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A/N: I actually gave myself post nut clarity writing this (post writing smut clarity?? Post smut conscience??) time to go outside and reconnect with nature. As always,,,lmk what u think 🤔

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h4m1lt0ns · 1 year

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HEARTBREAK SYNDROME.

episode five :: 99 PROBLEMS.

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ pairing ︴max verstappen x ex!y/n

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ genre ︴social media au / irl snippets

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ summary ﹔comeback: download has started.

fc – wonyoung jang (28)

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ warnings ﹕none.

☆ IMESSAGE with ; BOARD OF DIRECTORS.

y/n: not to freak you guys out but i knew all along

my baby lando: FYM YOU KNEW ???

babygirl alex: y/n 😁 i swear to god

honey badger: wait

honey badger: what do you mean you knew

chili!: ????

chal eclair: ^^^^

girlfriend kika: babe

girlfriend kika: i need u to explain before pierre loses his shit bc he’s bubbling rn 🙏🏻🤍

y/n: okay hold on y’all listen

wifey lily: 👂🏻👂🏻👂🏻👂🏻

y/n: i always had this sneaking suspicion that some bullshit was going but every time i’d ask him about nothing would come of it

y/n: so i was like maybe i’m the problem 😀

y/n: then i found lipstick in our bathroom and i was like yo ??? tf is this and max said it was his sister’s

y/n: so i was like oh calm

y/n: bc victoria would come over sometimes

y/n: then i found out he cheated the first time

princess george: fIRST TIME????

angel carmen: WHAT DO YOU MEAN FIRST TIME

chili!: HE CHEATED MORE THAN ONCE???

chal eclair: hOLD ON YALL IM TRYNA UNDERSTAND

y/n: yes 😭

y/n: caught him on a call with her being all lovey and shit and we got in a fight bc of it

y/n: and i let it slide bc i thought he would learn + he cried his eyes out

alabono: how is HE gonna cry for cheating 😟

honey badger: WAIT

my baby lando: fuck was he crying for ???

chal eclair: he cried ??

babygirl alex: literally what

honey badger: WAIT YALL

honey badger: Y/N YOU LET THAT SLIDE ???

y/n: I USED TO LOVE HIM OKAY.

chili!: i just sighed so hard man

y/n: hold on there’s more

PIERRE GASLYYYY: MORE ??

PIERRE GASLYYYY: y/n…

my baby lando: bae what is this…

chal eclair: what else did he do then damn

y/n: the bitch was in my bed

babygirl alex: WOAHHHHHHHH

angel carmen: now hold on, hOLD ON NOW.

girlfriend kika: i screamed

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y/n: well

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theemporium · 1 year

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people requested a part two to this wee blurb so here it is because i desperately need some fluff to cope with today's race!!🤠

Despite his insistence, Daniel didn’t think you would actually take up his offer.

He had been dragged around the paddock and the media pen, attending different interviews and conferences and all the other shenanigans media day on a race weekend ensured. And, much to his dismay, he hadn’t seen you once since that morning.

He assumed you were locked away in some room in the motorhome, most likely drowning in graphs and data sheets from the last few races as you and your colleagues discussed what the best plan of action for the cars would be this weekend.

He was surprised when he knocked on the engineering staff’s doors, only for every single team member to tell him that they hadn’t seen you since the last meeting.

Daniel would be lying if he said his concern didn’t grow—especially when his messages to you came back unanswered.

He found himself running around the paddock like a mad man, stopping by other team’s garages to see if you had stopped by. A move that was ultimately useless because he couldn’t find you and all he got was shit from other drivers.

“Lost your girl, lover boy?” Lando had teased, the nickname somehow having made its way around the paddock—probably by Max himself.

“Shut up, Norris,” Daniel grumbled, and it was a shock to a lot of the paddock to see the Aussie driver so grumpy.

He had convinced himself that maybe you had headed back to the hotel early and quickly raced back to his driver’s room, prepared to grab his stuff and bolt before someone could drag him into another media duty, only to fall short when he caught the sight in front of him.

You were lying on the couch, still bundled up in his hoodie with your arms tucked under your head as a pillow, looking far more peaceful than you did that morning.

His face instantly softened, and he quickly glanced down the hall before he closed the door behind him, making his way toward the couch until he was kneeling beside you.

“Sunshine,” he murmured softly, reaching to gently shake your shoulder but you remained fast asleep. He frowned a little, wondering just how little sleep you had gotten the night before to be so tired during the day.

He muttered your name this time, a little louder and when he shook you, he found you slowly blinking your eyes open.

You let out a soft whine, nuzzling your face further into your arms and Daniel smiled a little at the sight.

“C’mon, sunshine, if you sleep any longer, you won’t be able to sleep tonight,” he grinned down at you, watching as you lifted your head to stare at him.

“Danny?” you murmured sleepily before everything clicked. Realisation dawned on you and you quickly tried to get up, ignoring the rush to your head from moving so quick. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry—”

“Hey, hey,” he frowned and placed his hands on your shoulders, stopping you from getting up. “It’s fine, I said you could nap in my room for a reason.”

“I wasn’t meant to, I—” you paused, letting out a sigh. “I just came here to wait for you until you finished up. I must’ve fallen asleep.”

Daniel didn’t bother hiding his grin. “You were waiting for me, sunshine?”

Your cheeks burned but you nodded. “I was gonna offer to get you dinner, to say thank you.”

The Aussie’s grin widened. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you murmured before tucking your chin against your chest. “But you’re probably busy so I’ll just—”

“Woah, woah, woah, not so fast, sunshine,” Daniel pushed you back onto the couch before you could get up, still kneeling in front of you. “Who said I was too busy to get dinner with a pretty girl like you?”

You could’ve sworn your body was on fire at this point, and a part of you wondered how much Daniel enjoyed making you squirm.

“You gotta stop saying stuff like that, Ricciardo,” you laughed, hoping the nerves in your voice weren’t obvious. “Or else I might start getting the wrong idea.”

“And what idea would that be?” he asked, his eyes never once leaving yours.

Yet, you found yourself unable to reply.

“Because I would hope that the girl I like is starting to catch the hint that I have been flirting with her for the last few months,” he announced, so casually that for a second you thought you imagined it.

You blinked. “What?”

Daniel grinned. “Did you actually not hear me or do you just wanna hear me say I like you again, sunshine?”

Your face softened. “You like me?”

“Of course I do,” he murmured, his hands resting on your knees as he gave them a soft squeeze. “Thought I was being pretty obvious with it.”

“Not obvious enough,” you muttered.

“The boys would think otherwise,” Daniel snorted. “Now, how about you get that pretty ass up and we get some dinner so I can tell you all about how much I like you?”

You laughed. “My treat, Ricciardo.”

Daniel scoffed, pushing himself to stand up before offering his hand to you. “You’re fucking delusional if you think I’m letting you pay, sunshine.”

“How am I meant to show I like you too?” you asked, unable to hide your smile as the driver tucked you under his arm, grinning down at you too.

“I don’t know, I think a kiss would be pretty telling,” he shrugged.

You rolled your eyes.

“But I have a feeling I might have to wait until you’re not as hangry before I get one from you.”

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silassinclair · 3 months

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Leon single dad x kindergarten teacher PLEASEEE🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

This is so adorable!! This is great too because Father’s day is coming up. Single dads deserve the world <3 Also Leon will be around 29 yrs old in this and reader will be 27. Oh also the title of this oneshot is the name of a song I really like lol. Hot for Teacher by Van Halen ;)

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Hot for Teacher

The agency Leon worked with (D.S.O.) was busy today. So him having to pull out of work because he got a call from the school did not improve his already sour mood. Apparently his son Vincent (Vinny or Vince for short) got into a fight today. And Leon would rather not have to deal with entitled parents and a careless principal. Leon knows he isn’t the best Dad. Hell, when he received Vinny he was way too young to be a Father. It started when he came home from Spain and there was a baby and a DNA test on his doorstep.

He parks his motorcycle crooked and carelessly in a spot and walks up to the school while mumbling curses under his breath. Leon walks in but is stopped by a woman calling to him.

“Excuse me?”

Leon turns and sees you standing there and stops his stride. You’re a sweet, pretty young woman. The white sundress you wear has various colors of paint stains on it. And your earrings are fishbowls. Your outfit screams kindergarten teacher, or art teacher.

Not wanting to look bad in front of a pretty woman Leon rakes a hand through his hair and smiles.

“Yeah? What is it? I’m kind of in a hurry.”

You look the man up and down. Was he a parent? You’ve never seen him in any parent teacher conferences. Nor have you seen him volunteer at any events. Honestly, he doesn't look like the type to show up to either.

“What’s your business here? All guests need to sign in at the office.” You say politely. Hopefully this guy wasn’t bad news. The leather jacket and denim jeans pretty much scream bad boy. But you don't want to assume someone's character based on appearance. Hell, you could be the nicest person in the world and dress like someone out of the Mad Max universe.

“I got a call today.” The man tells you. “My son Vinny, er, Vincent Kennedy got in a fight today.”

Now that you look at him you can see his resemblance with your star student.

“Oh! You must be Leon then. I’m Ms. L/n, Vincent’s teacher.” You offer your hand to his and he shakes it. His hands are rough and calloused, grip firm and strong. He probably does some intense work to have rough hands while being so young.

Leon's eyebrows raise and his gaze scans over you; the woman who is around his son the majority of the day.

"Perfect timing then. Could you take me to him?"

You nod. "Sure. Let's sign you in real quick and then go to the principal's office. The other kid's parents are here too."

While walking to the main office together the taller man eyes you beside him. He says nonchalantly, "So what happened exactly? You're the teacher so you must have saw it all happen."

You nod. "It was during recess. A student said something about how Vincent didn't have a Mother and proceeded to make fun of him, calling him a teacher's pet because Vincent is my star student. So Vincent punched the other student in the face and it just escalated it from there."

As he listens to you explain what happened Leon nods in understanding. His son shouldn't have hit first but he honestly wasn't mad at him. Vincent's five years old so of course he can't control his emotions well yet. And saying insulting things will lead to getting a busted jaw depending on who you insult. That was how Leon was raised from where he was from. You spit shit then you get hit. Simple as that.

But what caught his attention was you mentioning that his son was your star student.

"Vinny's your star student?" He asks curiously.

With a smile you nod. "Yeah, your son is amazing. He's smart and he makes friends with everybody. Well, except for the student he got into a tussle with today of course."

The two of you laugh lightly. Leon smiles softly as you ramble on about his son's accomplishments. He's glad someone gives his son the appreciation he deserves while he isn't around. Leon felt like he wasn't enough for his son. Being a single Father and working a full time job was hard and he couldn't give his boy the time he deserved. So knowing that a pretty, kind, and motherly woman like you watches and educates his son five days a week takes some weight off his chest.

You sign Leon in and take him to the principal's office. There sitting is Tyler's Mother and Father, Vincent, and an empty chair besides Vincent. Leon sits beside his son and worriedly looks him over. He notices a cut on the five year old's lip and luckily nothing else. Tyler looks worse with a bruised cheek, cut on his forehead, and scrapes on his knees.

"You've finally arrived Mr. Kennedy. Do you know why you were called here today?" The principal says.

The Mother of Tyler looks like she's about to explode. "He knows why he's here! It's because his wild child hit our son!"

Her voice makes you and Leon physically cringe.

"Ms. Mason please calm down. We're here to discuss this like adults. Not school children." The principal says firmly. "Now I want to finish this meeting quickly because I have other things to do so I will make it quick. Because Vincent struck first he will receive four days suspention. But because Tyler instigated he will receive three days of suspention."

"What?!" The Masons say at the same time. But Leon gives a satisfied nod and grunt of approval.

"Seems fair to me. Now let's go Vinny, we're leaving." Leon picks his son up in his arms and walks out of the office, leaving the two argumentative parents and their brat son behind. You also leave the office because you would rather not have the parents suddenly direct their wrath at you.

Leon and Vincent are already outside now. But Vincent seems fussy about something.

"What is it bud?" Leon says when he feels his son trying to wiggle out of his arms.

"I forgot to say bye to Ms. L/n!" Vincent says with a whine. Leon sighs with a smile and puts his son down. He watches him make a beeline for you who's still by the front entrance.

"Oomph-!" You grunt when the little boy suddenly hugs you. "Are you feeling better Vince?" You ask. After all the little boy was crying angrily a little while ago when Tyler said he didn't have a Mom.

"I feel better!" Vincent says with a grin. "It's okay because I have Daddy and I have you."

You tilt your head in question. "Huh? What do you mean Vince?"

The little boy beams up at you. His little arms are still around your hips. "I don't need a Mommy if I have you Ms. L/n! You're better than some other Moms I've seen." The boy says, clearly referencing how Tyler's Mom went psycho in the principal's office minutes prior.

You chuckle lightly. God he was so cute. Patting his head you reply. "Thank you Vince that means a lot to me."

You didn't notice how Leon had already made his way closer. He must have heard everything his son said because he was smiling softly.

"Let go of the pretty lady Vinny, you'll squeeze her to death if you keep that up."

With a small groan Vincent lets go of you.

"Oh I don't mind Mr. Kennedy. Your son isn't quite strong enough yet to cut off my airway."

Vincent pouts as you and Leon chuckle. "I'm gonna get big and strong very quick! You'll see Ms. L/n!"

Leon ruffles his son's hair. "Sure you will squirt. And you don't have to call me Mr. Kennedy. Just Leon is fine."

You smile warmly. "Well then in that case just Y/n is fine for me. Only my students call me Ms. L/n."

The man smirks and looks you up and down. Clearly some thoughts are brewing in his head.

"Well well it looks like we're already on a first name basis. How about I treat you to dinner sometime?" Leon says with a flirtatious smirk.

You giggle in return. "I'd love to."

Leon and you exchange phone numbers while little Vinny is pouting. Leon sees this and pouts in return. "Aww what's wrong buddy?"

"I wanna go on play dates with Ms. L/n too! It isn't fair that you get to. You only met her today."

You smile and pat the boy's head. "If your Dad allows it then you can come with us."

That seems to brighten his mood instantly. "Really?! Daddy please let me come too!"

Leon stares at you with a deadpan while you giggle.

"Yes you can come with Daddy on his date. Just don't make me look lame." Leon says with a small scowl.

"I'll wear my Lightning McQueen jacket! It's the coolest jacket I have!"

"The ladies will dig that bud."

"Even Ms. L/n?"

"Nope. Only I'm allowed to impress your pretty teacher."

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steddieas-shegoes · 1 year

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sort of a fantasy/ angst scenario i’ve been thinking about… (I love your writing so much - maybe this is something?)

When Steve goes through a misunderstanding and breakup that has him socially exiled, everyone is mad, and feels justified when he disappears - they assume the worst of him and that he just up and left without telling anyone.

Years later - on the tail end of a series of unexplained natural disasters around the world stopping miraculously, he shows up - surrounded by a small group of people with a similar haunted look in their eyes and littered with more scars, maybe a hand that too metallic to be real.

Aka Steve is visited by a group of strangers, claiming he’s some sort of prodigal son of a Prophecy - disappears to end the apocalypse and shows up, years and a full hero's journey later, changed - and the others have the grapple with the fact that they’ve been wrong the entire time.

Or bonus - he never ends up showing up at all - a stranger shows up at their door during a party family gathering, battleworn, letter in hand about a burial taking place at the edge of town at dusk.

This was an INSANELY GOOD request. Like this could easily be a 100k fic, so I hope you're okay with me having very little backstory. I want someone to run with this ASAP. I didn't do the bonus part, but I stuck with a lot of the first part of it. Again, this was so hard to keep short, so I do hope someone makes this AU really deep and really solid. I don't know if you took ideas from a bunch of different fantasy novels or what but man this is gooooood shit. I hope I was able to do at least some of this justice! - Mickala ❤️

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Steve Harrington did not give up. He didn’t. He couldn’t.

Which is why he was leading his battleworn group back home.

It’s been years since he stepped foot in Hawkins, years of war, disaster, and pain. But walking through the gates of Hawkins was the scariest and bravest thing he’d done in five years.

Dustin limped along next to him, his leg hurt, but not broken. Max was on his other side, left eye blind and left arm broken, but in good spirits overall.

Lucas and Erica fell behind him, both physically fine, but mourning the loss of their parents in the latest earthquake.

Steve had given them an extra day before making the journey back, made sure they had a way to lay their parents to rest despite the chaos surrounding them.

Robin had gone ahead of them to announce his entrance, wanted to make sure that the town was prepared.

When Steve left five years ago, the only people who knew were the people currently with him. They followed him, without question, the moment he said he had to go. They were children when they left, could barely offer anything but their support at first, but over the years grew into the type of soldiers anyone would be lucky to have on their side.

He broke Nancy's heart, he broke his promise to his parents to stay in Hawkins until he turned 21, and the world broke around him.

He made a choice that day, a difficult one, but one he hoped gained him the respect of the people he left behind.

“How are you feeling, Steve?” Dustin asked quietly as they approached the outskirts of town.

“Could be better.”

“Could be worse,” Max added.

That was their answer to everything.

“Steve, wait!”

Robin was running towards them, nearly tripping and falling on her face every few steps. She had incredible aim when it came to shooting and throwing, but ask her to take more than five consecutive steps without tripping or otherwise hurting herself and you would be shit out of luck.

“What is it?”

“You have to wait. It’s bad. It’s real bad.”

She was out of breath, which was odd since she was in surprisingly good shape for someone who couldn’t run.

Steve looked past her, watching as a small group of people on horseback approached.

She turned to see them, then turned back around and let her head fall.

“Shit. Okay. So your parents are dead. Everyone who was ever in power before? Dead. Hopper? Dead.”

Hearing this should have been more upsetting, but Steve was used to losing people. He was used to losing nearly everyone. And to hear that his parents were gone was more a relief than anything else.

He could hear the people talking in the distance, could feel the ground shaking with the efforts of their horses.

There weren’t many, maybe only six or seven, but enough to keep Steve feeling a bit protective of his group.

They were tired. They’d been through enough.

He didn’t want to fight, but he would if he had to.

“Who are they?”

“Soldiers. Everyone that’s left are soldiers or farmers.”

“Steve Harrington! It’s been a while!”

He knew that voice. Not well, and obviously it’s been five years since he’s heard it, but he knew it.

Who was it?

“Interesting that you choose now to show your face again! We survived the worst of everything without you, I’m not sure why you expect us to welcome you with open arms.”

Eddie Munson.

Steve would know those long, curly locks anywhere.

Steve didn’t recognize anyone else with him, but that was probably for the best.

Eddie got up close to his group, but didn’t pull any weapons.

He didn’t want a fight either. Interesting.

Steve lost his hearing in his left ear nearly three years ago, at the same time he lost most of his left arm. He tried not to let it show as a weakness, especially to people who could be a threat, but he was having trouble hearing over the wind blowing.

“I’m sorry for coming somewhat unannounced. We ran out of supplies to write over a month ago, and money to send a messenger even further back.”

That wasn’t entirely true.

They had money. Not much, but enough to get by. Certainly enough for a messenger if needed. Steve just didn’t want them to know that, not if they were desperate for things like he suspected.

He wanted to help, not give away everything he had.

“If I let you in town, you’ll be dead by morning.”

“Why’s that?”

“Everyone blames you for everything. You left and we had a flash flood the next day that took out half our crops. A week later, half the town fell ill with an unknown plague that killed almost everyone who caught it. The earthquakes took what little we had left and that was before the looting from surrounding towns attacked us for months on end. You were nowhere to be found. Our “golden child” couldn’t bother to come help us. Forgive me for being hesitant to want you around now,” Eddie snarled.

Steve could see the way everyone behind him reacted to Eddie’s words, could feel the worry coming from his own group.

They didn’t deserve this.

“All I ask is you allow my soldiers here back to their families. I’ll be on my way by morning and won’t use any resources. Lucas and Erica lost their parents and will be staying with Dustin.”

Eddie looked them all over, frown on his face.

“Dustin? Henderson?”

“That’s me,” Dustin piped up, always braver than people expected him to be.

“Claudia’s son? She thought you died.”

Steve could hear the emotion in his voice, like he’d had to say that too often, like it was true too often.

“I almost did many times, but I’m here.”

“She’ll be pleased to see you,” Eddie said, though his voice sounded different, a bit more emotion behind the words. “And you?” He turned to Max.

“Only her mom is alive as far as we know,” Steve supplied the bare minimum.

They heard a lot of things, but didn’t know how old the news was by the time it reached them.

“Mayfield?” A man from behind Eddie asked. “I recognize the hair. Your mom’s been workin’ at the pub. Serves beer to the soldiers at the end of their shifts.”

“Sounds like her.”

Max wasn’t all that fond of her mom, never had been, but she still wanted to be reunited with her, even if only temporarily.

Steve had been telling the truth about only staying until everyone in his group had found their home. He knew even before coming that he didn’t want to go back to his own.

“Robin wishes to find work here, settle away from her own home. It’s not safe for her there. She’s a fantastic shot and knows many languages, could be useful as a soldier or a teacher,” Steve hadn’t let Robin know ahead of time that he didn’t plan on staying. She was under the impression before now that they would settle here together, maybe find wives and share a farm. “All I ask is that she gets a fresh start and is not associated with my name.”

“Why do you think you’re in any position to ask for favors?”

“I’m not. I realize that asking for any favors is asking too much. I’m just doing what I can to help the people who have helped me for years.”

Steve watched as Eddie considered, clearly taking into consideration the fact that everyone surrounding Steve had someone waiting for them in town, whether they knew it or not.

“You’ll all come with us. Including you, Steve. But you will stay with me for the night so that no harm comes to you. Many people in this town wish you dead.”

“Including you?”

“To be determined.”

Eddie turned on his horse, and the rest of his group followed.

Steve nudged everyone forward, hoping that by putting them first, he could avoid questions from them.

But that was easier said than done.

“You didn’t say you were only planning to stay one night!” Dustin whisper yelled.

“You were going to leave us?” Erica asked, arms crossed over her chest.

“What if something bad happened when you left?” Lucas added.

Robin was busy helping Max along the rocky path, but she kept sending glares at him over her shoulder.

“I knew I wouldn’t be welcome here. You all deserve to be here with your family and friends. I can find a new place.”

“What about us?”

He ignored the question.

They would be fine, and he would be…well, probably not fine, but alive.

They followed Eddie and his group in silence after that.

When they got closer to the main road, Eddie stopped and hopped off his horse.

“The guys will take the rest of you into town. Steve will need to sneak in. This is not up for discussion and if you don’t agree, you can leave.”

Steve gave everyone a look that said if they tried to argue, he would cut their arms off. He wouldn’t, but the look must have been convincing because no one said a thing.

“You all can come to my house tomorrow to say goodbye to Steve. The guys will tell you where it is. Do not come together and do not bring anything with you. Understood?”

Everyone nodded, giving Steve quick nods before they were led away.

“Hop up,” Eddie said from right in front of him.

When did he get that close?

“I’m sorry?”

“It’ll be less suspicious if you look like a guard. She’ll lead you to my home and I’ll walk a bit behind. If you run for it, we’ll find you.”

“I’m not dressed like a guard.”

“Everyone is off duty sometimes. But you’ll wear my cape to cover your clothes. You look like you lost a few fights.”

“I did.”

Eddie grimaced.

“I think we all have.”

Steve didn’t push, didn’t want to test how far Eddie’s patience and kindness would go.

He hopped up onto Eddie’s horse, settling into the saddle quickly.

Eddie didn’t give him much of a chance to get acquainted with the beautiful horse he was on before he touched her neck and she was off. Eddie laughed at Steve’s shocked face.

He hadn’t ridden a horse since he lived in Hawkins.

It was freeing.

He arrived at Eddie’s cottage much faster than he thought he would, surprised to see that Eddie lived along the outskirts of town, just past the first few rows of trees in the woods. It was solitary but still had easy access to the main road.

And it was cozy.

Steve could tell Eddie liked his quiet time to himself, just from the entrance to the cottage.

A small shelf held his weapons, though probably not all of them, and a table that looked hand carved held letters and drawings.

Steve made his way further inside, trying not to be nosy, but needing to know more about Eddie before he arrived.

The cottage was small, almost entirely all one large room. No couch, only a single rocking chair in the corner and a small stack of pillows next to a bookcase filled with books. The kitchen area was just enough to get by, only a small table and two chairs to sit at.

He walked into the only bedroom of the house, where the only bed was messily made, and clothing was strewn across the floor.

If he intended to keep Steve here all night, was he expecting him to sleep on the floor?

Steve had slept worse places, he supposed.

“Have you gotten all the information you need from snooping or shall I come back later?”

Steve jumped. He hadn’t been snooping, just looking, but Eddie snuck up on his left side and he hadn’t heard a single hint that he arrived.

When he turned, Eddie did look slightly apologetic, but didn’t say so.

“I managed to snag some fresh bread for us to have with the soup I made last night. It’s not very flavorful, but it’ll do,” Eddie said as he took off his boots and threw them into the corner of the bedroom.

“I won’t eat your food. I told you I wouldn’t use any resources,” Steve reminded him.

“You look like you’re one missed meal away from collapsing. You need food. I have food. You’ll eat.”

Eddie walked out of the bedroom and Steve had no choice but to follow.

They ate in silence. Steve didn’t even feel like he should be sitting at the same table as Eddie, but he didn’t have much choice when Eddie set a bowl of soup down and gestured for him to sit.

Steve didn’t know what to make of him.

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Steve cleaned up, insisted on doing that much to show his appreciation. Eddie decided not to argue, told him he was going to change and wash his face in the bucket of water he had in the bedroom.

Steve waited for him to be done.

“Are you tired?” Eddie yelled from the room.

“A bit.”

That was an understatement.

Steve hadn’t slept more than a couple of hours at a time for five years. His body was constantly exhausted, and now that he was in an actual house, he could feel his body giving up.

Safety usually did that.

But he couldn’t really know for sure that he was safe, couldn’t know that this wasn’t a trap.

“I have something you can change into for bed. It’s not quite clean, but it’s not dirty either. Come change, I’ll get the fireplace going.”

He’d almost forgotten that the night would be much cooler, that without a fire, he would likely have caught a cold or spent the entire night shivering.

Another reason to be grateful for Eddie.

He didn’t want to be in this position though, owing someone. Especially not someone who could ruin his life or those he loved.

He seemed like a higher ranked soldier, like someone most people listened to and liked, and one order from him could end Steve’s life.

Steve was good at defending himself, but he was tired.

He changed, ignored the way Eddie was staring at him as he did so, not wanting to answer any questions about his arm or the scars littering his body.

He was willing to repay Eddie in some way, but not with answers.

“I’ll take this side,” Eddie mumbled as he started moving the blanket on the side of the bed closest to the door.

“Um.”

“The bed’s big enough, just get in.”

Steve watched as Eddie got on his side, moving around until he was comfortable.

“I can sleep on the floor.”

“Steve. Get in the bed before I send you to the stable.”

Steve wouldn’t have really minded that, maybe even preferred that, but he decided to listen to Eddie.

He got in on the other side of the bed, laying on his side facing the wall, taking up as little space as he could.

“Steve, just get comfortable.”

So, he tried. And surprisingly, he found a very comfortable position on his stomach. He used to sleep that way as a child, never having to worry about if someone would sneak up on him in the woods.

He figured the only person who would try to kill him probably already would have tried by now. Maybe he could actually get some sleep.

He sighed into the pillow, drifting off before he heard Eddie turn over and face him.

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Steve woke up slowly, his body warm and not sore for the first time in years.

He’d forgotten what it was like.

And then he started to take inventory of his surroundings.

He was cuddled into Eddie’s side, his face buried against Eddie’s stomach and hand wrapped around his waist. Eddie’s hand was in his hair, not moving, just holding the strands.

Steve was stuck like this.

Surely, Eddie would wake up and push him away and then he would be sent away as planned.

Surely, Eddie didn’t know this happened in their sleep.

He felt Eddie’s legs shift, then his hand.

A groan.

Steve tried to pretend he was shifting away in his sleep. He closed his eyes and started to turn away.

The hand in his hair gripped harder, kept him where he was.

“You ‘wake?” Eddie whispered.

Steve had two options: pretend to be asleep or say he was awake and possibly die.

So he stayed quiet, let his breathing stay slow despite his nerves. He kept his eyes closed in hopes that Eddie wouldn’t think he’d been awake at all.

“Good.” Eddie whispered. The hand in his hair gently carded through his fingers. “Sleep as long as you want. You need it.”

Steve couldn’t cry like this, it would give him away, but the softness of Eddie’s voice, the gentle way he was holding him, it was all too much.

He bit back the tears, and adjusted himself slightly so he could hopefully fall back asleep.

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When he woke up screaming, Eddie was holding him, rocking him back and forth to calm him down.

“It’s okay, you’re safe. You’re okay,” Eddie was saying quietly against the top of his head.

He was shaking, and crying, and had to get away from Eddie. He couldn’t show any more weakness.

He tried pulling away, but Eddie wouldn’t let him go.

“Steve, wait. Calm down first, okay? You’re barely breathing.”

He knew that. But he needed to get out.

“Air.”

“Okay,” Eddie said.

And then Steve was in Eddie’s arms as he got up and walked over to the window.

Steve knew he wasn’t as big as he should be, often only ate what was absolutely required to stay alive. But Eddie lifted him like he was lifting a small bag of food, and put no effort into carrying him across the room.

He adjusted Steve in his arms, until Steve was wrapping his legs around his waist and one of Eddie’s arms supported him. His other arm worked open the window, and he let out a small grunt when it got stuck about halfway.

Steve was too busy crying to worry about anything else that was happening.

Eddie held him next to the window, the cool air slowly filtering through the room and into his lungs, waking him up all the way and helping him focus.

But once he could focus, he realized where he was. He realized what he was doing.

He started to drop his legs down, but Eddie didn’t let him.

“Darling, you need to relax. Take some more deep breaths.”

Darling.

Steve looked at Eddie.

Eddie Munson had called him darling before.

”Steven! Come say goodbye to Wayne!”

Steve made his way downstairs to say goodbye to his family’s personal guard. Once a year, he left for two weeks to visit with his cousins in a town nearly a day’s travel away. The second in command usually covered for him, but this year would be Wayne’s nephew, Eddie’s, first time taking his place.

He was the best of the best, and not just according to Wayne.

And he was only two years older than Steve.

Steve loved Wayne, had considered him to be more of a dad than his own dad most of the time.

He crashed into Wayne, face buried in his chest.

At 16, Steve was too old to act like this, but Wayne didn’t believe that anyone was ever too old to give or get a good hug.

“Alright now, it’s alright. It’s just two weeks, son.”

Steve hadn’t noticed that Eddie was standing to the side, serious face to represent his very serious job.

“I’ll miss you,” Steve said.

“You know I’ll miss ya too. But Eddie will take care of you all just fine.”

Steve looked over at Eddie and then back at Wayne.

“He won’t bring me a cup of mead after my parents go to bed, though.”

Wayne laughed and looked over at Eddie, who was refusing to look at them.

“I’ll be sure to bring you two when I get back.”

And then he was gone.

Steve’s parents left the same day for a trip to visit the farms up north.

Steve was alone in the house except for the help and guards. And Eddie.

He hated being alone.

He woke up from a nightmare that first night, shivering and crying silently.

There was a knock on his door, and he felt like he might still be in the nightmare.

But Eddie peeked around the door and Steve relaxed slightly.

“I brought you mead,” Eddie said as he came into the room holding a mug. He paused when he saw the state Steve was in. “Are you okay? What happened?”

Eddie was next to him in a heartbeat, setting the mug on the table by his bed. His hands were cupping Steve’s face, checking him for injury.

“Just a nightmare,” Steve breathed out, still trying to center himself.

“Darling, you’re barely breathing.”

Steve’s eyes looked up at Eddie’s, searching for something, anything that would tell him why he just called him darling.

“I’m okay,” Steve finally said.

Eddie’s hands were gone, but the concern on his face remained.

“Do you need anything?”

“Could you stay?”

Steve hated asking, he hated being vulnerable with anyone. But he hated being alone more.

“I’ll stay, darling.”

“Why are you being nice to me?” Steve couldn’t help asking.

Eddie hadn’t been unkind before, but he certainly hadn’t made it seem like he wanted to be friendly.

“Because I know you don’t deserve to be treated poorly.”

Steve watched as Eddie contemplated what he was going to say.

“I know about the prophecy. Your parents told me when you left. They sat me and Wayne down, explained how important it was to find you, to keep you here so that our town and the world wouldn’t suffer. I didn’t believe it, but then the flood happened, and everything happened, and we’ve spent years just trying to survive. And the only thing that made sense was that you left and this started.”

“They didn’t tell you the part of the prophecy that I knew, though.”

“I figured it out though. I learned the part they didn’t tell anyone. That if you stayed in Hawkins, Hawkins would be safe, but the rest of the country would burn. But if you left, you had a chance at saving everyone.”

Steve nodded.

“Darling, you’re so good.” Eddie cupped his jaw and smiled sadly at him. “You went out into the world to save it, risked your life to help all of us. It came at a cost, but so does everything.”

Steve was crying again.

“What happened to your arm?”

“I lost it when I lost the hearing in my left ear,” Steve started, but paused when Eddie’s finger started tracing along his left ear. “We were stuck in a town that wasn’t prepared for anything. I could feel an earthquake coming, it’s just the way the ground feels under my feet. I tried to warn everyone, some people listened, but. There was a little girl. She was alone in a shop. I couldn’t leave her there. I misjudged how far off the earthquake was, misjudged how bad it would be. Managed to push her out of a window before the building collapsed. I got stuck under a counter that fell on my head, knocked me out cold, then more beams fell on my arm. By the time Robin and Max got to me, they had to cut it off or leave me there.”

“And the prosthetic?”

“Got it about a year ago. Helped a family escape from a tornado, managed to save most of their possessions even, and one of them was the prototype for this. The man had it built in a week for me. It isn’t perfect, but it does what I need it to do.”

“You can’t hear anything out of your left ear?”

“No.”

“That’s why I scared you earlier.”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry that you’ve had to do this, darling.”

Steve shrugged.

“No, you should have never had to do this. I don’t know what changed in your mind to make you leave, and I’m glad you were able to help, but it should’ve never fallen on you.”

“I broke up with Nancy. I just had a moment when we were together, I realized she didn’t even know I liked having mead in bed. We were together for nearly a year, planned to marry, and she didn’t even know I liked drinking mead. It sounds stupid, but it just. It reminded me that on the first night you had to protect me, you brought me mead because you overheard me tell Wayne about it.”

Eddie looked at him with something like awe on his face.

“So you left because you broke up with her?”

“Yes and no. I broke up with her because I needed to for a lot of reasons, but I left because she was the only thing keeping me here. I knew I couldn’t ignore what my future was, and ignoring it would only make it worse for everyone outside of Hawkins.”

“But it was a suicide mission.”

“I had help.”

“The children?!”

Steve smirked and patted his cheek.

“Every single one of those children can outwit and outmatch you any day of the week. I guarantee it.”

“Whatever,” Eddie blushed. “So you’ve been out there for five years, basically alone, saving the country?”

Steve nodded.

“I-” Eddie shook his head. “And the nightmares, those are memories?”

“Mostly. Some of them take it a bit too far and go from memories to worst case scenarios.”

“You have them often?”

“Pretty often. Robin usually wakes me before they get too bad.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize what was happening until you were already screaming and crying.”

“It’s okay. Next time.”

“Next time?” Eddie smiled.

“If you’d like. I’m not in a rush to go. I don’t really have anywhere to go.”

“You seemed pretty set on leaving tomorrow.”

“I didn’t exactly feel welcome.”

Eddie kissed his forehead softly, letting his lips linger for a moment before he whispered.

“Do you feel welcome now?”

“I suppose with a cup of mead, I might.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #the party #robin buckley #fantasy au #hurt/comfort #sort of enemies to lovers #anon request #ficlet

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nitewrighter · 8 months

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Hi! I'm very new to the overwatch Fandom and am currently obsessing over your fan kids (specifically Seye bc I don't see a lot of doom content and I love him) ANYWAY, doomfist does die, right? If so, who is it that kills him, and how do Seye and his mother react? I did read the post about Seye eventually destroying the doomfist with some help, but am super curious about some of what happens in between and after :>

Wow! Asks that make me dig through my ancient 'Marsey' tag.

To be honest, I used to be SUPER protective and vague when it came to stuff at this stage of the story I wanted to tell with my fankids, and was also being sadly dangled along by Blizzard's breadcrumbs of lore---I was in a dance with Blizzard where, I did have a very strong idea of how I wanted the story to end, but I was also dependent on Blizzard for canon lore so that I could make my ending the most accurate, the most satisfying. But seeing as there's basically only lore drops now because Blizzard no longer gives a shit about continuity or quality, and basically the cast has expanded so much since I initially plotted it out that I'll probably have to reconfigure this ending in some capacity anyway, I can talk about it now.

Basically there were two avenues I could have taken with Doomfist, the first one, that actually had those Marsey fics, where it was basically a 'continuation' of the Doomfist cycle, that is, some guy challenges Doomfist for the gauntlet and is able to kill him and take the gauntlet, which obviously puts Seye into a lurch as Doomfist's son and the previously assumed successor. I literally didn't have a name for this would-be killer, and in a way, it didn't really matter because you as the reader weren't supposed to see Doomfist's killer as the rightful bearer of the mantle and Seye's whole arc would be defeating this guy (with Marti's help) and then basically shutting down the weird Metal Gear-esque war cult that's risen around the Doomfist gauntlet as a symbol.

The other option was that Doomfist would be killed in the Final Battle™ at Nepal by... drumroll... Junkrat and Roadhog. NOW BEFORE YOU YELL AT ME, Junkrat and Roadhog would also die in this fight. Roadhog would die before Junkrat, but Junkrat would basically be talking to a very clearly bled-out-past-the-point-of-no-return-and-unconscious Roadie like, "It's okay, Roadie, you can take a nap. I can wrap this up," Before pulling all of the pins on all the grenades on his little chest harness while clinging onto Doomfist. Okay you can yell at me more now. But mostly I loved the combination of dramatic irony of Doomfist being consumed in these fires of chaos, and of the ~Junkers~ of all people going out in a blaze of glory against one of Overwatch's Final Bosses. I had this in my brain for years before Junkrat even got his "I killed the Doomfist!!" elimination line, btw. Doomfist views conflict as its own sort of order, but ends up getting killed by the wacky Mad Max randos who have kind of been the comic relief this whole time. Basically the fact that the Doomfist gauntlet itself would also be destroyed in this kind of fight would aslo be the thing that ends the cycle. That was also the battle that was vaguely referenced in this fic.

In both potential deaths for Doomfist, Seye becomes disillusioned enough with Talon as an organization to basically split off and form his own splinter mercenary organization (I was going to use my Talon Goon OC's as his starting lineup, haha), and he also attempts to create his own mantle as "Earthshaker" but he's still deeply affected by Doomfist's death because that's so much of his identity and he's had this enormous fear of irrelevance all of his life. Like this isn't just the grief of losing a father, this is the threat of oblivion that he's dreaded his entire life. As for Seye's mother, Tejuka, it's less of a blow to her--she more or less came to terms with the fact that Doomfist really doesn't have the philosophy or lifestyle to "go peacefully in his sleep," and that's one of the reasons why they divorced and she put so much effort into grooming Seye to actually be the successor of Ogundimu Prosthetics. Dying is easy, living's harder, etc, etc.

#overwatch #doomfist #son of doomfist #A SEYE FAN OH MY GOD YAAAAAY #Me: I love stories of healing and redemption!!#also me: I have to kill off the Junkers because they're Rosencrantz and Guildenstern

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newobsessioneveryweek · 1 year

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Heeeey

so I have never written a complete fanfiction for TOA

And I have some ideas for angst but one persistent thought keeps demanding to written first

This thought comes courtesy of my dear sister and my many stoner friends. (Like seriously, I am friends with a staggering amount of stoners).

You see where this is going, don't you?

Anyway, since I don't smoke the green stuff myself, I asked my sister to give me her best rundown of how it feels to be high and what the experience is like- especially how it feels to get high by accident.

Again, you see where this is going?

I'm writing this because I have 2 ideas for how I want this fic to go. I would like you guys to help me choose. Here's a brief summary of both. There's a poll at the end of this post. Feel free to share your thoughts as well if you feel like it☀️

Both of these are going to be built on the same premise: Travis comes back from college and brings along with him a pack of edibles. Here where I live smoking weed is legal and I'm not exactly sure what the situation is like in the US but I'm gonna assume that college students are not strangers to Mary Jane. Also, this is my fic and I can do what I want.

Anyhow, Travis brings back weed (in gummy form), probably hoping to share, probably not, but long story short it winds up in a packed bag lunch, the person having packed said lunch thinking it was an ordinary bag of gummy bears.

This lunch was packed for none other than Will, who has been working so diligently at the infirmary that he won't even take the time off to go have lunch with the rest of camp.

So on this particular day Apollo visits camp and decides to help Will at the infirmary. When lunch time rolls around and Will sits down for a small break to eat he sees the gummies. In this fic Will isn't a sweet tooth and tells Apollo "I don't really like candy, do you want these?" and Apollo goes "only a mad person turns down gummy bears" and gratefully takes them.

And this is where the plots diverge.

Option 1:

Will assures Apollo that he can handle the rest of the work and dismisses him, telling him to go have fun with the rest of his kids. He leaves, munching on the gummies as he makes his way to the dining pavilion. Enter Travis and Connor (who Travis enlisted to help him find his missing weed).

They intercept Apollo on his way to the pavilion, asking where on earth he got those gummies. He tells them Will gave them to him. The brothers stare at each other in horror then ask him how much he ate of it. Apollo doesn't answer immediately. He just asks "why?" nervously, holding the packet close to his chest as if they were going to snatch it. They do, and then realise that there is only. One. Gummy. Left. Of a pack of 10. Oh dear.

For reference:

2 gummies MAX! This dude at FOUR TIMES THAT +1

Anyway, here's a little dialogue:

Travis: Apollo, where did you get that?

Apollo, still chewing his 9th gummy bear: from Will. Why, did you want some?

Travis, eye twitching, ignoring the question: Where did *Will* get it from?

Apollo: uhm, I think Nico?

Apollo, getting fidgety now: were these yours? Sorry, I didn't know, I wouldn't have eaten them if I'd known.

Connor: Them?

Travis and Connor share a look of horror

Travis: how much of that did you eat?

Apollo, visibly nervous: ...why?

Connor, grabbing the package and looking inside: ...oh no... There's only one left.

Travis: ...shit

Apollo, sweating, looking between them with a mix of horror and annoyance: I'm guessing this is bad.

Option 2, a lil more angsty ngl:

The second option, as I said, stems from the same beginning: Will gives his dad the sweets and excuses him from helping out at the infirmary. But this time Travis, Connor, and Will find Apollo when he's already high as a kite, laying on his back among the strawberries, claiming he can taste sounds or something like that.

Travis has been looking high and low for the goods ever since he lost them and has been trying to inconspicuously ask other campers if they've seen it without revealing what they actually are or why he wants them back so badly if it's just a pack of gummy bears. About an hour or two after lunch Will gets off work and the Stoll brothers ask him if he's seen a totally innocuous bag of gummy bears recently and he says yes, he just gave a bag of gummies to Apollo about 2 hours ago.

He asks what brand they were, he says he doesn't know but describes the packaging. Travis confirms that this is indeed the bag he's looking for and that if Apollo ate them then that's very bad. Will is curious and asks about it and Travis reluctantly admits the nature of these particular candies.

So they look for Apollo, enlisting the help of the other (mostly age appropriate) cabin 7 kids, and eventually find him in the aforementioned position, lying in the strawberry fields muttering nonsense to himself and giggling at his own jokes.

Travis insists they take him to the infirmary. Will doesn't question it and they try to lead Apollo to the camp without giving away his current state. This goes terribly. The minute he stands up he staggers, doubles over and throws up. And it just gets worse from there.

Here's a little dialogue:

Travis, effectively deducing just how much Apollo has eaten: oh gods, he has greenies.

Will, horrified by what he's seeing: "greenies"? What the hell are "greenies"?

Connor: *is*

Travis, gesturing at Apollo who is miserably dry heaving: *this* is greenies.

Will, patting Apollo's back like a good son: I'm still confused.

Travis: greenies is a state of being so high out of your fucking mind that you can't function.

Will, obviously distressed: how long does it last?

Travis: typically a few hours. For Apollo it should be less since, you know, he's a god. He'll be fine though, after a while. Just try to get him to sleep it off.

(I should clarify that greenies can make you hyper paranoid and anxious so in either scenario Apollo's gonna have a bad time. But it'll be funny too. Gotta have fun with this prompt, especially since I have first hand experience with taking care of my friend who gets absolutely ridiculously silly when she smokes outdoor XD it's gonna be vibes on top of the agony)

So yeah, those are my little thoughts.

#apollo toa #toa apollo #toa #trials of apollo #trialsofapollo #the trials of apollo #will solace #nico di angelo #travis stoll #connor stoll #I love this fandom #I cant believe ive never written for it #But i will!!

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sharksa-shivers · 6 months

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Poor Sharkybean :c

This is an old scene i wrote some time back but tis still good shiz imo so here ya go lol ----------- (We see The Trio derps enter a small almost empty diner, Sharky very out of it and Max and Kristy having to help him…)

Kristy:(helping him stay steady, cautious)Just take it easy, just a step at a time, ok?

Sharky:(sick feeling, in denial, unable to really physically fight them)Yeah, i know…Guys, i'm sick but i'm not that sick…

Max:(irritated, sitting down on a barstool)That's shit and you know that's shit. I'm not buying what you're trying to peddle at me, it's shit.

Sharky:(annoyed, managing to sit down slowly at the middle barstool, Kristy hopping up beside him, rubbing at his face)I'm fucking fine, jesus, can you calm down?

Kristy:(on Max's side here, a bit more harsh)No, not until you eat and i want to see you eat alot. 2 days? You're kidding me, 2 days without food? Really???

Sharky:(defensive, obviously not mentally well either)I fucking…I had like…a cookie, that's good right?

Max:(annoyed)One cookie? Wowie, yeah…Damn, crazy how it did fucking nothing and you're still borderline about to faint, sick, complaining about headaches and your stomach hurting. But wow, one cookie? Well fuck, i'm shocked you're feeling so ass right now.

Sharky:(irritated)Shut the hell up Max, goddamnit…

Kristy:(caring)Look, dude, please just…You have to understand we're doing this for your own good right? Like…You have to right?

Sharky:(sick, putting his head down and wrapping it up with his arms)…………I just wanted to keep driving, i just wanted to ignore it, fuck, i didn't want to deal with you 2 fucking wannabe doctors fucking nagging me, fucking goddamnit…

Max:(annoyed still)Too fucking bad, you let it slip and me and Kris are here to keep you from starving yourself, die mad about it…(reaches over the counter and grabs a few menus, hands one to Kristy and shoves one at Sharky)Just pick some stuff to eat, ok? We aren't going another mile until you eat enough to where those headaches stop…

Sharky:(upset, moves his head up some, resting it on his arms)……That's gonna be so fucking much food though, goddamnit, how many calories is that gonna be?

Kristy:(worried)Who cares about that??? You're literally about to faint from hunger and you're still worried about that???

Sharky:(upset, angry, sick)Yes i'm worried about it!!!! I'm fucking fat enough!!!!!

Max:(annoyed as fuck, pinching his nose)Can everyone just fucking shut up? Please? Just…Just let's get some food, i'm pretty mentally tired today, depressions ramped up right now and i don't have the energy to keep arguing, just…Please…

Sharky:(upset about it, he sighs, angry and knowing he doesn't really have a choice)Fucking…Fine, goddamnit…(grabbing the menu, reading it still with his head down, angry)I'm so fucking tired of this shit…Fuck sakes…

(The Trio are quite for a moment, all looking and seeing what they want when a human woman server comes back from the kitchen, she grabs her pen and notebook and approaches them but uhhhh, she didn't get a great look at them before…)

Server:(cheery for a moment)Oh hey, welcome!!! Can i get you kids anyth- (she stops frozen dead whenever she sees Sharky, his sickly demeanor making her nervous along with his size and appearance…And thus, it's not really surprising to how she reacts)………..I………..Um………..

Sharky:(rolls his eyes, muttering to himself)Yeah yeah, get it out of your system…Not like i already feel like shit…

Server:(She seems terrified now, just insanely scared)………So…Uhhhh……….(Tries to collect herself, scared and assuming)I…Look, please, i'm a mom and i just like…I want to be able to go home, please, can i like…Get you to eat something here instead of like…You looking at me like that or?????

Sharky:(sits up at that, stares just deadeyed and sick)What?????? I????? Looking at you like what????

Server:(anxiously backs up rapidly at Sharky's movement, scared)Please????? Just…Please!!!!!

Kristy:(tries to step in, holds Sharky's hand to try and calm him down some)Look, miss, we were planning on ordering some food here, our friend here's really sick right now and we just need-

Sharky:(glares upset in general, in disbelief)Yeah, no shit we were planning on ordering here, what do you think we came here for???? The decor????

Max:(irritated)Can you fucking calm down dude? Jesus, fucking…(to the server, tries to put on his cute dog face in a way, nicely)Look, we're all very tired and stressed and hungry, can we just, please just order? Can we? Please? The sooner we do, the sooner we'll leave…

Server:(scared, worried, also getting defensive)I really don't trust him and i don't appreciate the yelling tones being used at me. Either you can…Be polite or get out!!!

Max:(just fucking gives her a look)………..You're joking?

Sharky:(putting his head down again, angry, quitely to himself)….I can't even be sick without people throwing shit at me, i can't have anything…2 days with no food, i feel like shit and i can't even get a meal to feel better without people treating me like this…

Server:(she hears that and her fear intensifies)…2 DAYS??? YOU SAID 2??? AND YOU'RE EXPECTING ME TO TRUST YOU????

Sharky:(kinda at his blow up, breaking point)I JUST WANTED A COUPLE BACON BURGERS, SOME PANCAKES AND SOME GRILLED CATFISH, HOLY SHIT…(sees the look of horror on the servers from his anger, tries to force himself to reel it back in)Please, just…Please, i seriously need food, god, please…

Server:(at her breaking point, reaching for a phone)You 3 have about 2 minutes to leave before i call the authorities…

Max:(slams his head down on the counter)Goddamnit, fuck… Kristy:(trying to fix it, frantic)Miss, please, Sharky here's just really sick and he's not really in a good mood because of that, we just want to-

Server:(Fearful, gets more fierce)I will narrow that down to a minute!!! Leave!!!! Now!!!!!!

Sharky:(forcing himself up, tired)Fucking fine, whatever, i'm too fucking tired to deal with human bullshit today…(we see him walk over to the door, Max and Kristy following him quickly out the door, upset)Can't have fucking anything can i? Not one fucking thing…

Kristy:(worried, hurrying out the door)Dude, please, just-

Sharky:(upset, crying)No!!! You two sit here and wonder how i'm able to sit and starve and say nothing for 2 days??? THAT'S WHY!!!!! THAT SHIT RIGHT THERE!!!!!!! I CANNOT EXIST WITHOUT PEOPLE TREATING ME LIKE I AM A MONSTER AND IT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE SHIT, LIKE-(all the anger tiring him out more, Sharky getting weaker, lightheaded, slows down some)…Oh fuck, god, my head…(…..and then he starts collapsing)God, oh god, fuck…

(Max and Kristy immediately jump into action, Max grabbing one of his arms and trying to keep him upright and from falling and Kristy making a forcefielded chair shape so he can lay down. Max is strong enough to pick him up and put him onto the forcefield, Sharky not really having the strength to sit up…)

Sharky:(in pain, crying, sick)Fuck, why? Everything hurts, fuck…

Kristy:(worried sick)Dude, Sharky, just chill ok??? Please, you have to calm down!!!

Sharky:(upset)I just want to go home…But i don't have the energy to drive anymore…My stomach hurts, my head hurts, my visions blurring, im so fucking sick…

Max:(googling, rapid typing)Ok, so…Can we get food delivery like…to a parking lot or…?

Kristy:(looking at Max who's far more calm)I don't know, can we or???

Max:(looks up from his phone)If we can't, like…Fuck it, me or you can drive a ways away somewhere else…This is kind of an emergency, soooooooooooo…Yknow…(scrolling on a food app)Uhhhh, does it like matter at this point what kind of food or like? ……..Whatever, never mind, i'm just gonna pick something and you 2 are gonna deal with it…

(We cut to a small bit later. Max and Kristy were able to get to the car and were able to help Sharky also into the car. Sharky was able to scrounge up enough energy to drive a small bit away to another parking lot (with a bit of Kristy's help, her using magic to help him steer some) and to where Max was able to order food from…We cut to them having their food and eating it, Sharky eating a bit slower, obviously not feeling good still…He seems sort of perked up though after eating a bit…)

Kristy:(eating fries, dipping them in ketchup, questioning)So…You feel any better dude?

Sharky:(tired, sick still but he nods some)…Yeah, i think i'm feeling a little bit better…Need to keep eating though, still hungry…(chomping into his burger)

Max:(nomming on a rib, a bit better himself too)Glad to hear that. I figured that'd help your mood some too, food usually helps my mood honestly…

Sharky:(tiredly, chewing his burger)Yeah, i guess…Still tired though…Still like…Feel bad though…

Kristy:(Caring)Hey, look, there's nothing to feel bad for ok? Please don't…Just like…Try and focus on the food and yourself ok?

Max:(dipping a rib in barbecue sauce)Yeah, no hard feelings man. Just some stuff we gotta work on and whatnot…Is what it is…

Sharky:(puts his burger back in the box, leaning his seat back some, tired)God, i guess i really needed food in my system more then i thought, holy fuck…Headache's mostly gone now, stomach feels better now that it's not empty, i can see a bit better…Just feel a bit better but i do still kinda feel sick…I think i need some rest, i…I haven't slept that great the past few days…

Max:(chewing, ripping meat off the bone)Mmmm, probably also cuz you were hungry…Makes it harder to sleep…

Sharky:(tired)Yeah, i guess so…I really hope that'd help me feel better too…Honestly kinda surprised too how fast eating helped…Like…In minutes, it really helped me feel better…

Kristy:(wiping a bit of ketchup off her mouth, kindly)Body works fast man, what else is there to say? Just try and take care of yourself better, ok?

Max:(chiming in, taking a sip of his soda)Yeahhhhhhhhh, please fucking take care of yourself…Don't make us worry like that, goddamn, i legit thought you were gonna pass out and then we'd have to find a way to deal with that…Like ehhhhhh… ------------------------------------------------------------- Inb4 i get shiz about me using 'fuck' alot or whatever, i swear like a damn sailor irl anddddddddd again, not final draft crap so we'd probably change it some whenever making an actual official thing. Alot of the idea stuff i share is like...Me literally just writing the dialog down so i no forgor it XD So ye... Also ye, Sharky, boyo, you lucky your friendos are so good lol...

#kidnappedseries #kidnappedseries dialog stuff #max #sharky #kristy #sharksty

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Just to add on to the american fic writers discussion,,, how would these people even know if the writer was american? Like ofc if you know them on other social media then you might know, but if you're literally just reading a fic on ao3 and assuming the writer is american bc they write 'favorite' instead of 'favourite' then. buddy. i've got news for you. For a lot of people in fandom, english is a second language. And *most* esl people, unless making a conscious effort to learn British English, will pick up and use mostly American English, bc that's just more widespread. We grow up on american movies, watch american youtubers, read books that come from america for the most part. american hegemony babyyyyy

So these people should keep in mind that when they're 'accusing' someone of not writing in proper british english, they might literally be asking someone to write in a specific dialect of their second or even third language. And then they should think about how many foreign languages they know, and if they can switch between dialects in them :))

(And all this is not even considering the fact that it's ridiculous to be mad about this at literally anyone, including american writers lmao. like. it's not that serious.)

no literally , everything you said. every single word.

how would YOU know they're American ? maybe they're from another country , where American English is used alongside the national language. kind of presumptuous to assume there is only two groups of people in this fandom ( Americans and brits)

for me personally , english is like my fifth language. and I know British English because I live in England. but if not for that , I'd probably be using American English too , and I would go nuts if people were getting on me because of that. like let's see your arse try to balance several languages at once and also being asked to learn a specific dialect of one. say I was American , not British. you'd be asking me to write a specific dialect of my fifth language. do you even know how smart I am in all my mother tongues ? I'd use all of them to cuss those bastards out.

also when people get on things like 'semester' or the one I see all the time 'high School' because British people don't say 'high School'. news flash you dirty fuckers - some secondaries literally have 'high school' in their names. the one I went to did. and as a brit , I'd refer to 'high school' in my writing. and if anyone tried to correct me , I'd go absolute ape shit and start threatening to fuck some mums. like the NERVE. the absolute nerve to ask someone to do that. like gentle corrections in dms or ask boxes is one thing but the shit I've seen on twitter and the self-entitlement MY LORD. and the thing is that whoever started the whole tirade wasn't even British. so I'd like to see them write a marauders fic , and then I'LL be the judge of how good it is.

(that person was yapping on about how no one ever talks about class systems in England or anything. like girlie is this like Charles dickens or something what the fuck ?? no one HAS TO do anything ???)

anyways sorry I went on a rant these people are arseholes to the max and any American/ non brit fic writers keep trucking on and ignore the arsholes x

#ess waters a plant #marauders twitter #marauders #harry potter #ranting and raving

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slashingdisneypasta · 2 years

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Husband!Jim Bickerman x Wife!Reader || Excerpt

Plot: Just a fun little snippet of my favourite scene in the movie- with you, Jim’s pissed-off wife inserted into it.

Warnings: ... you threaten to shoot him, at one point...

“Listen, I’d love to hang and… chat, with y’all, but… Max- “Suddenly, Jim lunges out and grabs one of the boys by the back of his hoodie, and yanks him back; a gun pointed at the kid as soon as, who you’re assuming is the child’s father, raises his own gun and goes to grab him back. Your jaw drops- not surprised at your crazy husband’s behaviour, but entirely sick of it. “is comin’ with me.”

“Let him go.”

“’Scuse me, big daddy… I’m not gonna get far with just one wheel here.” Your eyes flicker down to Jim’s leg, wrapped up with a stick to keep it straight, and your stomach rolls. How did that happen!?? From him being an idiot, no doubt- but still- “I need him to help along the way… Ah ah ah!” The gun in Jim’s hand turns onto a better angle, aimed at Max, and… well, you fully doubt that he would kill the kid… but it’ll still hurt him to have arm or leg shot. And that, the ‘nutbag’ as Reba so aptly named him, would definitely do. “Wouldn’t do that. He’ll be dead before you pull that trigger.”

The father is none-too-happy about this, not that you blame him. “Max- “

“I’ll be fine, Dad.”

… you wouldn’t be so sure about that, but okay. When Jim’s eyes land on you standing behind Reba, your own narrow at him. “… sorry sweetheart.”

“Oh I’m not the one you need to beg, I’m not the one who’s gonna shoot you.” You snap, before looking to Reba; arms crossed and expecting. Both hers and his jaw’s drop open, Reba looking absolutely bewildered by you and Jim being totally betrayed. Which he shouldn’t be; The idiot. He did you, first!

“I’m sorry- ma’am- who is this to you??”

“That’s my husband. Shoot him in the leg, its already fucked.”

“I’m not- I’m not gonna shoot your husband… “

“Well I can’t! The wife’s always the first one suspected.” While you’re arguing with Reba, Jim tries to be cute and sneak away just because you’re not looking- but you’re smarter than that, or you’ve been with him too long, and you’ve got your peripheral on him. “Hold your horses there Jim, you’re not going anywhere.”

“Aw, come on now… can’t we talk about this at home?”

Eyes flashing, you turn your head and level a glare at him. “You mean, when you’re sleeping on the couch?”

Again, his mouth drops open, like a dummy. “Sleepin’ on the couch!?”

“I told you not to do this shit again, Jim!” You explain, pissed off that he’s such a damn weasel. “You said you were going on a hunting trip this weekend!- “

“I am on a huntin’ trip, darlin’, just with… “A ghost of a grin - a grin! He dares to grin at you right now! - flickers across his face and you adjust your glare to be even more menacing. “higher stakes- “

“You bet your ass there are higher stakes. You’re lucky you’re not getting divorced over this.” Here, his eyes practically bug out of his head. Good, you think. Excellent. Now he sees how pissed off you are. Sure, you wouldn’t ever actually divorce him - you really love the asshole, - but threatening it now and then can only humble him and sometimes that’s a good thing.

“The hell do you mean divorced!?- “Max’s still in his grip but Jim’s definitely more focused on you, now, when Reba steps between the two of you.

“OKAY,” She cuts through, and you focus your eyes on her. What?? “Sir… ma’am… This may not be the time for your… marital dysfunction.” At this, you and Jim both go to quash her take on your marriage, because really it’s not that bad but wouldn’t anyone be mad if they found out their husband lied about where he is to try and steal some endangered fricken eggs?? but she keeps going. “I don’t know if either of you know this, but there are some giant fricken croc’s around here just waiting to make us all into a meal. So could we just put a pin in this argument- and get outta here??”

She looks at either of you in turn, while the sheriff- the father- and the kids all just wait. You’re taking a deep breath, ready to agree because she’s absolutely right and you’re acting ridiculous - Jim just drives you crazy and sometime you can’t catch yourself in time, -, when Jim straightens up and presses the butt of his gun more firmly against Max. “Miss you are absolutely right.”

Oh here we go. You know that look in his eye. This is not going to be good, or rational, in any way…

“Jim- “You start, but he cuts you off this time. And you give out a groan, of frustration. This man!!-

“I’ll see you back home, dumplin’,” Oh, he knows you hate that name- and its damn clear when you roll your eyes up into your skull and he grins. “But, now… Max and I, have got somewhere to be. See y’all.”

Then he’s pushing Max around and off- into the opposite direction. Jim glances back once, at you, and you just glare back… softer, though, then before. Despite the fact you’re annoyed with him, you’re both in a very dangerous place right now. And you just hope he takes care of himself.

So you give a short waive.

… Then you take a deep breath and tighten your ponytail, turning back to the others. “Okay how about we all get back into that boat and get the hell outta dodge, now??”

“Oh, thank god. Yes, let’s go- “

#Jim Bickerman x Reader Excerpt #Jim Bickerman x Reader Drabble #Jim Bickerman x Reader #Jim Bickerman #Lake Placid; The Final Chapter #Drabble #Excerpt

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Elena gets tired of her girlfriend's high shenanigans, so she feeds Max's entire weed stash to Daniela :p

Max would start an actual fight.

Like, he'd be more upset over the fact she did the equivalent of throw out like 1300.00 lei than anything else (also would be mad/upset at Daniela, but the trip this girl is gonna have from all those edibles is probably punishment enough. They'll talk it out later.), but still. That was his shit Elena fucked with and he would not be having it.

I also like that Elena assumes Bela doesn't have her own stash. That she just bums a bunch of weed of Max as if she can't go to Donna's and ask for some.

#max being punished for nothing smh he uses that weed medicinally #like damn yeah he let her hit the bong once but how was he gonna know she's turn into a monster #weed is so expensive if someone fucked with my stash i'd be *livid*#asks #horror lady00

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God, this chapter was so heartbreaking and painful to read. Seeing the immediate pain to everything that happened, even though it's necessary, does changes a little how you see the present

Why did I love that little analysis on how Rafael seeks strength in his partner, and Max is eternity wanting to play the hero and how David and Anjali fit perfectly with each one and- Wow

IT WAS A WHITE COVER. HOLY SHIT IT WAS LITERALLY THERE. I DIDN'T UNDERSTAND TILL NOW😭. But I do need to know the meaning. David what the hell??

David and Alec love each other and care for each other so much and of course I'm not ok😭😭

I thank Magnus and I thank God.

Sometimes I wonder if they’re both the same people.

I'm crying with just these, how does David do it???😭😭 He GETS ME ON A PERSONAL MAGNUS-BANE-STAN LEVEL

He did the impossible. He taught me a lesson no romcom ever did. He taught me the importance of friendship.

He is a good friend. He is my brother.

YOU GOT ME FILLED WITH JACKSON FEELINS!!! HE IS SUCH A GREAT CHARACTER AND A FRIEND 💙💙💙💙

Let me start this story with a spoiler.

It doesn’t have a happy ending.

No fucking wonder how this book is a bestseller. I would have eat this book too if I could 😭😭

Rafael is such an inspiration for me. He really said it's time for some mental health and peace and alone time with my family. ✨Icon✨

He was a little mad that they kept this a secret. He was a lot mad that they assumed Max wouldn’t figure it out. People always underestimate just how smart Max is and that is a shame on us as a society!!

“This goddamn show. It’s literally a love letter to you. You are the hero, Max. You are his hero. Don’t you see that?” he does have a better brain than everyone else huh?😍

13 years??? Wait. Wait. I need a second. Why Dani??? Why??😭😭

“Of course he doesn’t,” dad said. “Look at these fucking curtains.”

“Right??”

“It totally doesn’t go with the couch,” dad made a face.

Husbands who judge their son's decorative choices together, stay together 😎 YES THEY ARE OK!!

Mavid just talk to each other please😭 yeah it's more complicated than that, I know. But I'm begging you!!!

Also, I just want to say these days have been generally bad, so I love having this story and these characters to keep me company 💙 thank you. thank you. thank you.

Lots of talking and figuring shit out coming up! My mom always says bad days are like the wind - they come and go (didn’t make sense but it’s one of my fave quotes 🤭)

A cutie tiktok for you.

#IALS

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The Mako Mermaids AU you didn’t know you needed

Lucas, Dustin, and Max stay over at Steve’s house after Dustin’s sweet 16. Shenanigans ensue. Featuring trans Dustin, tall Lucas, and disabled Max (because chronic pain is a valid disability!!!!)

This is like part 1 of 2 or maybe more i dunno but 2 is like 90% done I just gotta turn max into a mermaid

and yes for my fellow moon people in 1986 there was actually a full moon on my fanon bday for dustin

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Steve had told them to not destroy his house.

Steve had told them to be good.

See, when had the three of them ever been good unsupervised?

Also, Dustin had been told there was a full moon on his Sweet 16. Steve had to understand them sneaking out a window to go see it! Besides, Lucas had his pocket knife, and Dustin had his radio, so if anything happened, they were protected!

And, it wasn’t even his idea to go in the first place. They had been watching Teen Wolf, and Dustin had mentioned it was a full moon that night, and then Max had insisted they go out and look at it.

"The next time one of them comes on your birthday is in like, 19 years! 19 years, Dustin!"

So yeah, here they were, hoisting themselves through the downstairs bathroom window, and outside to see Dustin’s full moon.

"I don’t…see anything." Dustin sighed, all this work for nothing. He could see some bits of bright light sneaking through the trees, but that was it, if anything. Max huffed, right before they both winced at the loud thud that was Lucas falling from the windowsill.

Tall people, seriously.

“Sorry, sorry. Didn’t realize my legs were too short to reach the ground,” Yeah, Max did, and Dustin definitely did. Lucas brushed off dirt from his sweatpants, giving a great big grin.

“Alright doofus.” Dustin flicked his nose, making him blink, and Max chuckled at his confusion.

“Are we all comfy going in the woods? I know it’s not any of our favorite places,” the two boys nodded in response, so Max continued. “Our best shot of seeing that moon is trying to find some sort of clearing, and by my bet,” she shined her flashlight to a patch behind the pool, “that’ll take us there,”

The place she highlighted was some sort of tan pathway Dustin had seen before, but never paid much mind to. Not only was it into the dark woods, but Steve had said there wasn’t much back there, only a small well, and Dustin believed him. Wells kinda sucked.

Guess he was gonna see the well today, wasn’t he.

“That’s Steve’s emergency well, right? For whenever there’s a boil water notice,” Lucas completed his thoughts, and Dustin nodded.

“Yeah. I hate well water, but at least there’ll be somewhat of a clearing there.” The other two nodded, and the trio stalked off to the path, all guided by Max’s light.

“Wait, so well water still exists?” Lucas asked and Max and Dustin turned to him from either side.

“It does when you’re poor.” Max deadpanned. Lucas sighed slightly.

“Shit, sorry, shouldn’t’ve assumed,” Dustin giggled.

“Yeah, dude. Poorer neighborhoods aren’t on city water, so me and Max and the Byers-Hoppers have shitty well water instead. Most of us keep our school water bottles at Steve’s so we don’t have to drink it.” Lucas nodded, ever studious, taking in the information like a good financially-privileged child. (Mike wouldn’t have the gall)

"Changing the subject, how mad do you think Steve’s gonna be that we’re out at…12:34 am on a school night?" Max checked her watch, and Lucas groaned.

"Shit, I’m gonna be dead at basketball tomorrow night,"

"Tonight," Dustin and Max corrected in tandem, and Lucas groaned again.

"You guys are the worst," Lucas fake complained, rolling his head back momentarily. "Why am I friends with either of you?"

"Collective trauma," Max supplied instantaneously, "And the fact that the last edition of Hawkins Hellspawns kinda spilt the party because of that trauma,"

She wasn’t entirely wrong. While they were all still very compatible together, it became pretty evident pretty quickly that both team Hawkins and team Cali were forged in their own trauma bonds. It wasn’t like they couldn’t tell the other three what had gone down, but it was a lot harder for Dustin to tell Mike and Will the inside jokes and nuances that they weren’t there for, and probably vice versa.

So yeah. There was a lot of Dustin-Lucas-Max(-Erica) and a lot of Mike-Will-El.

It didn’t really help Dustin and Max thought of themselves as twins, just like Will and El.

"Yeah, yeah," Lucas waved it off with a small smile. Obviously his words had little mal intent.

A silence.

"How much longer 'till we reach the well? Think is getting pretty long." Lucas whispered, just loud enough for the two of them to hear.

"Hmm, I’d say the well’s right…there?" Max pointed the light to a clearing slightly far ahead. It wasn’t a well, but a little pool of water. Dustin could see some slight reflective glimmers from where he was walking, even.

"That’s not a well. Is that a well?" Lucas asked, quickly turning to the other two in confusion.

"No, but it could lead to one," Dustin answered, thinking, "The water source could be above ground, but that’s a little stupid, I dunno." Lucas and Max nodded in tandem.

"Steve could get all sorts of bad shit from it. Who knows what animals have been in there?" The three arrived at the water’s edge. It was a little pool, about the size of a hot tub, with large, glittering red and yellow stones lining the edges and the insides. Dustin couldn’t see any sort of pipe or tube leading to a well, not was there a path leading anywhere else where the well could be.

Huh.

Dustin looked up, seeing the moon just peeking from over the trees. Did it look bigger here, or was that just him?

"Guys, the water’s warm! Like warm-warm!" Lucas splashed his hand around, dragging both Max and Dustin’s attention to him, and back to the pool. Lucas started slipping off his shoes.

"Lucas, what are you doing?" Max yelped, quickly trying to stop him.

"Jumping in. The water’s really nice, guys. I’m not wasting a good outside swim in mid-November!" Dustin rolled his eyes

"It’s not gonna be a swim, dipshit! It’s the size of a hot tub!"

"Also: animal pee! And shit! Animal shit, Lucas!" Lucas shrugged and slipped himself in from sitting on the side. Immediately, he went under, before popping right back up to panicked faces.

"Shit, deeper than ya think. Come on in, guys!" Dustin looked between Lucas, begging him to join, and Max, begging him to value his safety.

Sweet 16s were supposed to be big milestone birthdays, right?

"Eh, fuck it." Dustin kicked off his converse, setting it to the side with his ball cap, and slipped in. Thankfully, Lucas caught him before he could sink to the bottom, and Dustin anchored himself onto one of the overhanding ledges.

"Dustin, what the fuck?? You were supposed to back me up!" He shrugged.

"It’s actually pretty nice Max, you just gotta hold onto a ledge. S’not made for short people," Dustin winked, smirking, and Lucas laughed.

Max huffed, rolling her eyes, before she slipped off her own shoes, setting those and her glasses together near Dustin’s stuff.

"Fine, but if I get tired, one of you is holding me." Max woke up from her coma about a month after her bones healed, with severe vision loss and shitty chronic pain. It wasn’t a rare occurrence to see her in a wheelchair or with arm crutches nowadays. It was one of the reasons she stayed at the Henderson house now, since they could bunk Dustin’s bed, and their house was almost completely one story.

"Deal. I’ll even catch you as you get in," Lucas grinned, ever-chivalrous. Max rolled her eyes, but let him nonetheless.

"Shit, this is—actually pretty warm, damn." She tied her hair up while Lucas and Dustin held her. "Fuck, my sports bra’s gonna be soaked." A beat went by before Dustin and Max made eye contact.

"Shit my—"

"Shit your—" Dustin took a breath while Lucas looked utterly confused.

"It’s fine, it’s fine. I can…I have an old one I can use while this one dries," He was really reassuring himself more than her at this point. He needed to make more in his actual size.

"Is everything ok?" Lucas really cared, he really did, but now wasn’t the time. Dustin nodded, and Max responded for him.

"Don’t worry about it. Not your thing to worry about." Lucas frowned, but nodded. He’d probably find out later, if he had anything to say about it.

Dustin was fine telling him, now was just not the time.

"Is it just me, or does the moon look way bigger than it should be from here?" Dustin asked, looking up and changing the subject. The moon had now moved to where the edge was just brushing the center of the clearing’s circle, and it looked as if it would fill the circle almost completely.

"Yeah, it’s pretty weird. I’m positive it’s supposed to be smaller than that." Lucas commented.

"I can’t see shit without my glasses but that’s pretty obvious," Max chided, "and pretty abnormal,"

"Is it related to anything Upside-Down-y?" Dustin aired his thoughts. It was a serious question, whether something in this clearing or this pool or the moon had something demented in it. Were they maybe having Vecna visions? No. No they couldn’t be, right?

"Don’t think so. Doesn’t give me that weird sinking feeling," Max turned her head to the side, thinking. "Gives me a weird sinking feeling, but not the Upside Down one, though."

Well that was ominous.

Dustin felt some sort of ripple from the water, and looked around him. Lucas and Max must’ve gotten ones too, since they were also looking.

Suddenly, Dustin felt more ripples on ripples, before the water burst into bubbles.

"So it is a hot tub?" Lucas asked. "Pretty weird for a hot tub. Did someone turn it on for us?" Max shook her head quickly, her lips pulled tight.

"S’not good…my veins feel all achey…" Lucas drew her close, and Dustin swam over to comfort from her other side.

Dustin would be lying if he said his body didn’t feel achey, either. It was a dull sort of ache, though, nothing dehabilitating like Max’s. She was more sensitive to pain now though, which made sense.

Dustin caught a glimpse of the moon, and saw it was slowly reaching the center position. It had to have something to do with all this, right? It had to.

Dustin looked away before the glitter bits started, otherwise he would’ve seen them only go while the moon was right in the center. Instead, he and Lucas watched as the glowing green orbs surrounded and momentarily stuck to their bodies, before stopping.

When Max could swim on her own again, the moon had long since left the clearing’s circle altogether.

Lucas carried her back to the house while Dustin carried their things. It was hard not to freeze before they got warm towels and tucked themselves into bed, hours before needing to wake up for school.

From what they could tell, hopefully they hadn’t woken Steve.

#dustin henderson #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #the mako mermaids au #they make dumb decisions

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