#max brown is one of us

[jolie-goes-downton]

I will tell you this, that Mr Barrow - Rob - kissed many a man on that show, but he told me that I was the best kisser of the lot. So there.

- Max Brown on Cameo, still captaining the Barris ship 💙🙌

[crunchchute]

my attempt at a bunch of my fav artists styles :] idea by sootnuki!!

i would love to do more but this was already a huge challenge

if any artist here dislikes this/is uncomfortable with it/any reason i can take it down or turn off reblogs etc. otherwise i hope its ok 🫡 im not gonna tag anyone just gonna let it do its thing in the wild lol

[ickypuppi3]

Lucas On The Line // “For instance, the clothes she's been wearing lately have been... unusual. Old and oversize, and not in a good way. They remind me of Will's clothes, how he was always wearing something of Jonathan's, or even Mrs. Byers's.”

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

Papaya rules... we used to be a real country

[p2iimon]

drawing more furry fnaf art. yknow just to keep you posted. i love posting in the tags sorry these ones got away from me

[quietparanoiac]

— How is Sister Boniface? — Resting up.

Sister Boniface Mysteries (2022–), 2x06

[doeeyeddyke]

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[transgender-catboy]

The amount of times I've blown myself up because of new bombs and complete lack of spacial awareness in totk is insane

[hearteyedpup]

Making my billionth sona...They're gonna be an otter named Murphy

[solemntitty]

is it just an american thing that the lowest possible quantity of sugar i can get from the supermarket that isn't like, specialty organic type shit is 4lb

[foolinafable]

your wildest dream, his nightmare

Five Hargreeves x Reader Synopsis: Walking into Max’s diner as a respite after you and Five are seemingly stuck you don’t think you could’ve imagined a better outcome surrounded by various versions of your lover. At the same time, for him it’s nothing more than a bad dream he hopes will end soon. Word count: 760 Tags: Fluff, Jealous Five, Crackfic Note: This small fic because it's funny to imagine jealous Five being jealous of himself

“Come on”

Five grabbed your hand as he led you out of the tube to, probably, another timeline. It must have been a few hours the two of you had been stuck in this place going station to station still with no idea how to get back. 

You turned left but instead of being greeted with the usual blankness for Five to scribble about in his notebook you instead were somewhat blinded by the light of a sign.

‘Max’s delicatessen.’ You made eye contact with Five to the side of you before tilting your head with a nod towards the building. He simply followed your lead before quickly grabbing the door to let you in first. 

You turned back to smile in thanks when you noticed his shocked expression, head quickly turned back towards the diner at a call of your name to see the whole diner was made up of your lover. Looking back to Five, your Five, in bewilderment a shocked smile on your face.

The look on your face seemed to take him out of his stupor clearing his throat before leading you into the diner- trying to find an empty table for you to sit at. He was quickly stopped by another Five, one sat on his own, and gestured for the two of you to sit opposite him. Five begrudgingly agreed as he realised the restaurant was at max capacity. No spare table in sight.

You quickly shuffled onto the brown bench when the other Five spoke 

“It’s rare to see one of you around here” he smiled happy to see you

“Maybe this is not my typical scene” you rebutted a cheeky smile on your face that the Five opposite you seemed to enjoy, dimple now showing from smiling so wide

“Maybe” he breathed out in a laugh 

Before you could continue to speak with this version of Five another one appeared in front of you, this one not wearing a suit or vest. He quickly placed down a peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich in front of your Five. He then turned to you placing a very familiar drink in front of you

“Your favourite” he declared when you looked confused  

“How did you know?” You smiled at him eyebrows furrowing as his cheeks went red

“We all know your favourites” he shrugged as if it was the most normal thing in the world

“Um- Thanks” you nodded your head in gratitude 

“Anything for the missus” he mumbled before leaving to go back to the kitchen 

You took a sip of your drink when your Five spoke irritated “What was that about?” a hand possessively stroking at your thigh 

“A lot of us having seen our version of her in a long time” the other Five spoke wistfully   

“How sad” you stated before turning around in your seat you waved and greeted the Fives around you who all became quite delighted at your attention all greeting you with a similar bravado.

“Okay.” Five declared “I think we are done here” he quickly at up pulling you up with him by grabbing hold of your hand once more 

“But we just got here, can’t we stay a little longer and rest?” you asked not wanting to leave. I mean why would you, surrounded by multiple versions of the man who loved you, say no to having his attention on you?

“No, we need to get back to my family in our timeline, come on. We are wasting time.” he rebutted practically pulling you away from the diner seemingly getting even more annoyed as the other Fives shouted goodbyes towards you.

“I didn’t realise I was so annoying, that was a nightmare” Five claimed as you sat on a train hopefully taking you back home

“Sure you weren’t jealous?” you quipped staring at him mischievously

“No” he grumbled arms crossing against his chest

“Then you won’t mind if I-” you spoke moving towards the doors to go back to the diner, quickly shutting up when Five grabbed your hands pulling you back onto the seat beside him. You simply smiled at his look of false ire towards you as the train started to move. Resting your head on his shoulder as he let a smile grace his features giving a kiss to the top of your head.

You hope that at some point you will get to return to the diner- a place you have just coined akin to heaven on earth.               

[inevesgf]

APHRODISIACS

daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

what happens when daniel and his friend take aphrodisiacs as a joke? — wrote by inevesgf.

warnings: smut with plot +18 — penetration (p in v), aphrodisiacs (drugs), brief fingering, raw (use a condom folks), dirty talking.

masterlist + requesting rules.

“sex chocolates? are you serious? who gave you those?” you laughed, fixing your posture as you sat at the bar in daniel’s kitchen, slightly leaning forward to talk to the man who stood washing dishes. “max — secret santa gift.” daniel grumbled, letting out a hardy laugh before turning to you. his hands were covered in dish soap, making you laugh once more, yet this time at how pathetic he looked. “what? he thinks you can’t get it up?” you teased, the playful banter being a thing of familiarity in your friendship. the man seemed to be all giggles that night, chuckling again instead of responding as he turned to finish the dishes. “do you really believe this shit actually works?” you asked, chuckling as you read the box. “chock full of aphrodisiac herbs to boost arousal and sensitivity.” you practically scoffed as you read; the idea was seemingly pathetic and unrealistic to you. “you’re saying it like you want to find out.” daniel sort of teased, turning to you as a small chuckle escaped his lips. you threw your hands up in mock defense, clicking your teeth together. “no — i mean — it’s just a bit stupid, don’t you think? i just don’t really believe it.” you responded, your voice laced with disbelief and a sort of arrogance.

almost like your words were egging him on, daniel snatched the box from your hand, examining it for himself before he opened it up. the chocolates were a dark brown, drizzled with a lighter brown chocolate on top. the box was completely untouched, every chocolate still wrapped individually around a black wrapping. “try one then — i will too.” he teased, laughing softly at what he had proposed to you. you raised a brow at him, laughing at his stupid statement. “recipe for disaster and embarrassment, danny, you should know this.” you kissed your teeth, a hardy chuckle falling from your lips. before you could even finish speaking, daniel popped one into his mouth, chewing it loudly almost if to piss you off. “you did not—“ you spoke in disbelief, rolling your eyes playfully at him. “your turn.” he smirked, laughing as he held the box towards you. you unreluctantly reached into it, grabbing one out before chewing it yourself, mocking him with your harsh chews and loud swallow. the idea of having sex with daniel was outrageous to you — even if you knew he wasn’t proposing that idea offering you try one of them. you knew if the chocolates actually worked, you two would just be embarrassed and aroused, not doing anything that would risk your friendship.

the night went on like nothing had ever happened, daniel standing tall in his enchante shirt and grey sweatpants as he scrubbed the dishes, your stories and jokes keeping him entertained. when he had finally finished the dishes he turned to you, an all-too-giddy smile on his face. “so, you feeling anything?” he cheezed, laughing softly. “nope — not one thing.” you spoke, laughing again to avert any suspicion of yourself as you slowly felt the aphrodisiacs working, a pool of heat forming around your core. you couldn’t help but feel awkward — oddly turned on — but awkward. your brain couldn’t fathom the fact that the chocolates were actually working a bit, which made you wonder if it was a placebo effect poisoning your brain.

“really? okay.” daniel teased and you started to think he didn’t believe you. “what about you, tough guy? how’s it going for you?” you teased back, not letting the awkwardness of the situation hither your friendly banter. “fine — i don’t feel a thing.” daniel spoke back confidently and you knew he was lying as he turned around to face the sink again, his hips peeking just over the kitchen bar. the grey sweatpants he was wearing put everything on display for you; the outline of cock, hard and pushing through the soft material of his pants. the sight was almost enough to dampen the black panties you wore under your sleep pants, but you quickly shot those thoughts away when you realized daniel was merely your friend.

you didn’t know what to say to his words, now fully aware of the effect the chocolates had on him of which he tried to hide from you. all you could do was laugh, playing into the friendly banter as you got up from your seat. you made your way over to the counter with a plan to get yourself a glass of water, that of which would surely distract you from the wetness forming in your panties. you knew not to say anything — not to make sudden movements that would tempt daniel to ruin your friendship — and you didn’t know you royally messed up until you reached over daniel to grab a glass, your ass brushing right up against his hard cock that strained against his sweats. the accidental action only made the moment more awkward when you heard daniel’s breath hitch, his body taking a step back from yours. you couldn’t help it as you turned around, yours eyes locking with his big brown ones. fuck, he was so handsome. so beautiful. so hot. you knew the aphrodisiacs were fucking up your brain, but the sight of daniel all nervous and turned on at the same time had you soaked.

honestly, you couldn’t remember what happened between the time you turned to daniel and the part where he had you sitting on the kitchen island, his body standing between your legs. he feverishly kissed you, his hands trailing down your body as he teeth nipped at your lips. it was odd — getting this touchy-feely with a friend — but god, it felt so right. daniel’s lips mashed against yours, his kisses wet and sweet as his hips found yours, grinding both of your clothed arousals together. you let out a soft moan, your hands landing on his shoulders as his hips moved against yours. daniel pulled back slowly, his eyes dark with lust and his lips swollen. “we shouldn’t be doing this.” he muttered, his eyes meeting yours with a hint of desperation in them. “i know — makes it all more the fun.” you hummed as a smirk grew on your face, a laugh escaping your lips. “you want this?” daniel asked, his hands resting gently on your thighs as he didn’t break eye contact. “all i’ll say is i guess those chocolates really do work — and a ‘yes’ if that’s what you need to hear.” you muttered. you felt stupid, but that was deep down, all your other emotions drowned out by the want and need for your best friend.

daniel’s lip met yours again at the confirmation, this time his kisses more hungry as his lips went from yours to your neck. he sucked softly, nipping at your skin enough to leave tiny little bruises, electing a soft moan from your mouth. his touch was electric, your body reacting under his as if you were desperate for more. once again daniel’s hips rocked into yours, your panties so soaked you swore he could feel it through his sweats. you panted softly, the aphrodisiacs working better than you could have ever imagined, hightening the pleasure in your body from even the smallest touch. daniel’s hands found their way under your loose shirt, his fingertips tracing the skin below the hem on your bra which made you shudder. without words and voluntary submission, your body had practically surrendered to him, your chest against his as his hips rocked into yours.

it was an erotic scene which became more rated r than pg-13 when daniel slipped your shirt over your head, quickly pulling away to rid himself of his too. he was on full display to you, his toned abs flexing and glistening with sweat as his eyes met yours again. “you’re so beautiful.” daniel muttered, enough to make your heart leap in your chest as your hands rested upon his shoulders. a small smile formed on your face, your cheeks flushing at his tiny compliment. you reconnected your lips with daniel’s, your hands now trailing down his abs, tracing every curve delicately with your finger. his hands found the waistband on your sleep shorts, his digits fumbling with the edges as he non verbally asked for permission to rid you of them. you propped yourself up slowly as if to say ‘yes’, allowing daniel to pull your pants down to your ankles and let them fall to the floor.

you were eager, your body rocking into his, craving for any ounce of friction you could get through your panties that still remained on. daniel hummed contently, a small laugh escaping his lips as they attacked your neck. daniel was taking his time with you and you knew it. his touch was slow and soft, enough to make you ache at your core and your body shiver. “please.” you whined. a small hint of embarrassment flushed over you, but you then realized it was silly feeling embarrassed when you remembered you were in this vulnerable situation together. “please what?” daniel asked softly, his hands rubbing your thighs as his eyes met yours again. he was playing coy — he knew exactly what you wanted — but he wanted to hear you say it. “touch me.” the words fell from your lips so carelessly, yet so needy as your eyes stared daggers into his brown ones. he laughed softly, coming back to kiss you again as he started to pull down his sweats, taking his boxers with them to the floor.

you couldn’t help but let your breath hitch as your eyes roamed his body, yours eyes taking in all of him as if you were drinking a glass of water. “like what you see, pretty girl?” daniel teased which made you flush red and laugh softly. you couldn’t believe he was feeding into your usual banter at a time like this, but you couldn’t help but like it. “mhm.” you hummed softly, boldness rushing over your body as your core burned red in desperation. “please fuck me.” your words were so desperate and erotic that daniel didn’t even know what to do with himself, yet he laughed once more, this time his hands trailing up your thigh before his fingers landed on your clothed cunt. you hummed, your body trying to relax as his fingers rubbed against you, a soft whine escaping your lips. “relax, pretty girl — let me take care of you.” he spoke low and sultry, his fingers tracing circles over you before he tucked his fingers under the waistband, pulling your panties off and letting them fall to the floor.

it didn’t take long before daniel’s fingers were abusing your clit again, this time directly instead of through the thin fabric of your panties. your body shuttered as your lips let a moan escape, throwing your head back as his fingers worked rapidly around you. with one slick movement, daniel shoved one of his fingers into your slit, working it slowly in and out of you. the small noises escaping your mouth showed daniel how much you loved it as he pumped his finger into you. the chocolates were no joke — you had never felt this good from merely one finger before. “god — you’re so wet.” daniel hummed, letting his head rest on your shoulder as he added another finger into the mix. “fuck—“ you muttered, wincing a bit as his thick digits stretched you out. you spread your legs, giving daniel a better angle to sink his fingers deeper into your pussy.

during a moment like this you’d usually have your eyes shut, your head back as moans escaped your lips — this time was different. you couldn’t help but watch, daniel’s thick fingers pushing in and out of you and his cock standing straight up as it ached to replace his fingers. the sight was almost enough to make you cream around daniel’s fingers, what you could see of them soaked and glistening with your slick. you couldn’t help it as you bucked your hips into his fingers, wanting to feel them deeper than they could possibly go. daniel craned his head up from your shoulders, now locking his eyes back onto your own. a small chuckle escaped his lips — he could get used to you being this pathetic and desperate under him. “you want me to fuck you?” he muttered, his voice low and sultry which sent a chill up your spine. “yes.” you responded, your voice at a desperate whisper.

daniel couldn’t wait any longer. seeing your pleading eyes and hearing your shaky moans — god, it was driving him crazy. he took his hard cock in his hands, using your slick on his fingers as make shift lube. he pumped himself slowly as if to tease you, your core dripping at the sight of it as he lined up with your slit. you put your hands on his shoulders, spreading your legs wider as daniel’s cock pushed into you, stretching you out. you moaned as daniel started to rock his hips slowly, your sharp nails digging deep into the flesh of his skin. it felt so fucking good — unlike any other sex you had ever had — which now made you fully believe the chocolates were true to their effect. he started to pick up the pace, his thrusts pumping wetness out of your cunt that decorated his cock. it felt like you were watching a porno, yet this time the girl wasn’t acting and there seemed to be something more there than just being ‘colleagues’.

“you feel so fucking good.” daniel grunted, his thrusts now a faster pace, the slapping of your bare skin against each other almost having a rhythmic beat to it. “feels so fucking good, danny — fuck.” you moaned, his cock deep in you, abusing your pussy and making it red. he thrusted into you, his dark and tired eyes locking into yours. “say it again — say my name again.” daniel grunted, his thrusts only getting faster as you gripped onto his shoulders. daniel put his hands under your knees, lifting your legs up just so his cock could achieve that perfect angle to make you come apart infront of him. “daniel, fuck—“ you obliged to his demands, a loud, erotic moan escaping your lips. the call out of his name only egged daniel on more, one of his hands slipping away from under your leg and finding your bud to abuse your clit. his thumb rubbed fast against your bruised pussy, his cock pounding into you which matched the pace of his finger. you moaned out again, you hips involuntarily thrusting into his to match his pace. “does that feel good, pretty girl?” daniel grunted, a grumble escaping his lips as his breath grew rapid. “so fucking good, daniel—“ you whined, your body sticky and sweaty from the metaphorical beating you were receiving.

a thing like this should feel wrong with a friend, but with daniel it felt so right. his body fit into yours like a puzzle piece, only making the moment more enjoyable as his thrusts grew choppy. “god you’re so fucking tight — im so close.” daniel grunted out, his lips reconnecting to yours for a quick kiss before he pulled back to make eye contact with you again. “you’re so fucking beautiful.” he hummed, his eyes fluttering close as he thrusted into your cunt harder. daniel was close to the edge and you were too, his thumb still working magic around your clit, making it hard to hold back any whines from escaping. “im so close, danny, please—“ you whined, his thrusts now becoming erratic, his hips snapping against yours. daniel bucked his hips harder, faster, his hard cock hitting against your cervix, surely bruising it. you let out pornographic moans — yet real ones instead of the over-exaggerated ones in pornos — the aphrodisiacs making each thrust and each touch feel like a kiss from god himself.

“cum for me, beautiful.” he grunted, his eyes looking deep into yours as he bit his lip. your body relaxed, your clit twitching as your body let go, more of your slick coating daniel’s thick cock as you came around it. daniel kept fucking into you at a fast pace, chasing his own climax which was moments away. his body shuttered, his cum pumping deep inside of you before he pulled his coated cock out, his own arousal dripping down it to the floor. “fuck — that was amazing.” daniel spoke out of breath, a small smile on his face as he pulled your body close to his. “mhm, i guess those chocolates do work.” you teased, your own body too fucked out to talk more.

daniel’s hand came up to caress your cheek, a soft and tender smile on his face. “i hope i didn’t hurt you.” he spoke softly, which made you worry he was beginning to regret what happened. “no no, you didn’t — i know you wouldn’t.” you spoke softly, your eyes looking into his. daniel placed another kiss on your lips, this crowding you with a feeling you’d hadn’t felt for daniel til moments prior. “i could get used to this.” he hummed softly, his forehead resting against yours. you laughed softly, a smile on your face that turned into a shit-faced grin. “guess we should eat the rest of those chocolates then.”

[keepthedelta]

scenes that should be included in the brad pitt f1 film

(for legal purposes this is a joke, no one should support this film)

60 year old  brad pitt has to do the mandatory driver fitness test and almost collapses at the cardio. 28 year old carlos sainz does it next to him without hesitation or struggle two weeks after an appendectomy whilst wearing a mesh shirt

alex albon’s radio message calling brad pitt an ancient fuck after cutting the corner to smash the williams out of the way

leo leclerc and/or roscoe shitting next to brad pitt’s feet

damson idris’s character saying fernando’s “I knew he would brake because he has a wife and two children at home” quote. the wife and children will never be mentioned again or seen on screen. the romance will be exclusively between 60 year old brad pitt and the engineer woman half his age

damson idris’s character tweeting ocon’s my teammate tried to kill me but I survived tweet before getting drunk with a billionaire’s son

brad pitt attends a team principal’s meeting that goes oddly silent the moment that he walks in and three of the other team bosses immediately begin speaking to each other in italian. zak brown gives a sympathetic look but turns away, andreas seidl sniggers in german

four drivers call out brad and damson idris for their bullshit driving during the drivers’ briefing romain grosjean head of the gpda style. george russell ends the meeting with a powerpoint explaining to them why they are assholes

brad and damson idris have an emotional bonding moment where 60 year old brad reminds 32 year old damson idris that he is still young, still a rookie, and he has plenty of time to develop as, I assume, the lewis hamilton character insert despite lewis actually being in the film??? in the background kimi antonelli scooters past on his way to get a bath and bottle because it’s nearly his bedtime

k-mag hands over his stewards room loyalty card to brad pitt who gets a race ban

triumphant moment where the team finally scores a podium but the post-race inspection reveals that their car is wildly illegal and they are disqualified

stefano domenicali enthusiastically welcomes the american audience that brad pitt’s team brings, ross brawn is sat next to him listing off the many ways that their car does not comply with the fia’s safety standards

brad pitt and damson idris are battling for their lives at the back of the grid, max verstappen laps them

the engineer woman describes speed in kilometres. brad pitt tells her to explain it in “english”

a hilariously corrupt Italian businessman who bears absolutely no resemblance to flavio briatore none at all says something hilariously corrupt at a sponsor meeting. brad pitt nobly rises above it

fernando alonso sniffing plants in the background of every other scene

a blonde reporter/presenter has sexual tension with damson idris. when brad pitt asks who she is, he simply says “a girl I used to know” and looks longingly in the distance

michael and/or mario andretti with an axe demanding to know why it’s okay for brad pitt to have an 11th f1 team but not him, even though the andretti name is incredibly well respected in the motorsports world

[sturniolo04]

TOUCHY M.S.

Bf!Matt x Gf!Fem!Reader

Summary: in which Matt is extremely touchy.

A/N: If you don't like the preadded name in my stories, you can either add your own name or not read it; it's up to you :)

It's not an unknown fact that your boyfriend Matt's love language is physical touch. Any chance he can touch you in any way, he will find a way. Whether it be holding your hand as far as him or even putting his hand in the back pocket of your pants.

Fortunately for me today was one of those days that his physical touch need was on a max requirement, the only problem is we have a fully busy day.

"Matt come on we have to get up we are filming today"

"nooo just five more mintues"

he states bringing your body closer to his in his warm bed

"matt i gave you like 10"

you huff out, trying to wiggle out of his tight grip around you. Eventually, succeeding which resulted in a groan from your boyfriend admitting his defeat.

"come on move your butt"

you state playfully ruffling his messy brown hair, and heading into his bathroom to get ready for the day.

You finally got out of the shower, walking back out to the main room to you and Matt's shared closet, trying to decide ultimately what you wanted to wear for the rest of the day. In doing so, your back was turned to the bed not realizing that your boyfriend, with his clingy self, making his way to your figure only covered in a towel.

Matt finally reaches you standing in the closet, proceeding to grip your hips suddenly, yanking you backward and colliding with his crotch and chest.

"MATTT I DONT HAVE ANY CLOTHES ON YET"

you squeal giggling. As he wraps both of his toned tattooed arms around your chest, squeezing your breasts, as you place your hands on top of his arms around you, nuzzling his head in your neck.

"You dont need them for what we are about to do"

he states smugly as he leaves kisses on your neck, as you giggle in the process through the fact his kisses tickle your skin slightly.

"Mattheww, you are going to get us in trouble"

you exclaim leaning your head back against his shoulder.

"So.."

he trails off as you turn around in his arms, staring seriously into your boyfriend's blue orbs.

"So, we have to leave in 20 minutes to get to our meeting with Laura"

you state as your boyfriend gives you a unphased look.

"so get in the shower"

"Are you lovebirds ready yet we are going to be late, LET"S GO"

We all finally managed to get to our meeting with Laura and during the meeting, Matt couldn't keep his hands off of you still. Whether it be gripping your leg under the conference table or even slightly touching your shoulder as he reaches to grab something on the table.

Once our meeting was over, we headed to Target to refill our groceries in the house.

"Chris do we really need that much Pepsi"

he exclaims already ready to go home after a long day, wanting to just finally have his girlfriend close to him.

"yes what kind of stupid fucking question is that"

Chris argues with his brother.

"Chris just put them in the cart please"

you state simply trying to avoid an altercation. Heading out of the aisle with the triplets following behind.

After a little while you wandered off with Matt into the makeup aisle of Target. Matt bored out of his mind lets out a deep sigh, gaining your attention.

"you okay"

you simply state still focused on finding the products you were out of at home. As your boyfriend makes his way closer to you, slipping his hand in the back pocket of your jeans, slightly gripping your ass through them.

"how much longer till we go home"

"almost done my love then you can have my full attention"

you state as he sighs patting your ass lovingly, and proceeding to go look for Nick and Chris.

You guys finally get back home, you and Matt wandering back into your shared room in the house.

"Oh my hi"

you exclaim quietly as Matt lifts you off of the ground kissing your supple lips as you place your hands on the sides of his face, deepening the kiss.

" hi.. i missed you"

matt says finally breaking the kiss.

"i was with you all day baby what do you mean"

you giggle out, caressing his cheeks in your hand looking in his blue orbs filled with love.

"yeah but i just wanted to be close to you"

he states simply giving your lips another quick sweet kiss as you giggle into his lips.

"just touchy today hm"

you state back, finally wrapping your arms around his neck tightly as he hugs your waist in the same position you were currently in.

A/N: leave requests in my inbox if you want a specific type of story 💗

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[ikarakie]

after eddie introduces a demogorgon to one of his hellfire campaigns, the kids get a little squirmy. they're nervously looking at each other and aren't engaging as excitedly as they usually do. when he calls time, he watches dustin rummage through his backpack and produce a walkie talkie.

he watches, a bit dumbfounded, as the kid demands a 'check-in'. all at once, multiple different voices come over the channel. stating a name and then saying 'safe.' ("nancy, safe." "robin, safe." "max, safe.")

"steve?" dustin demands. there's only static. "steve!" a little more frantic this time.

"he left to pick you up." a female voice replies, "he's probably fine. you'll see him soon."

none of the kids look particularly pleased, and pack up hastily. eddie and the other hellfire members all share confused glances. he, more morbidly curious than anything else, follows the little sheep as they hurry out of the school.

dustin is fucking restless as they all stand in the empty parking lot. he won't stay still and none of them are answering any of eddie's questions. and he only gets more confused when a brown beemer pulls in, windows down and playing depeche mode through the speakers. dustin goes to sprint towards it, and he has to hold him by the collar to stop him getting run over.

the beemer pulls up and steve harrington, in all his glory, steps out, frowning. dustin wrenches out of eddie's grip and all but bodies the guy, wrapping arms tightly around his midsection. steve, still looking puzzled, hugs back. lucas and mike trail after dustin.

"we called a check-in." dustin says, a bit muffled from where his face is smushed into steve's shirt. steve goes sort of pale, and- and presses a goddamn kiss to the top of henderson's head before tightening the hug.

"shit, i'm sorry." and eddie believes him. he sounds so guilty. "i meant to replace the batteries before i left. sorry, i'm okay." dustin pulls back and scrubs at his eyes. lucas takes his place, though the hug he gives is more like one of those bro-hugs jocks seem to love. steve smiles regardless. he just ruffles mike's hair, who pouts in response but looks relieved nonetheless.

"asshole." he mutters. "rule four, walkies on at all times." steve nods as the kid half-heartedly waves goodbye to eddie and hops in the backseat of the beemer. lucas follows. dustin seems reluctant to walk around the car, to take his eyes off steve for even a second.

"you wanna stay over tonight?" steve asks, warm and gentle. he folds his arms and in that moment eddie thinks they look sort of like brothers. "robin and me were gonna watch some films. we can call your mom from mine."

the kid nods, looking a bit happier. steve slaps him on the back and motions him to get in the car. dustin swivels to hug and say goodbye to eddie (who sort of forgot he was physically present in this moment) before doing as he was told.

steve turns to eddie. which- whew! hi pretty eyes.

"sorry." he smiles and eddie can't for the life of him figure out what he's apologising for. "they, uh- yeah. them." he gestures vaguely at the car and eddie just chuckles.

"hey, man, no worries." he says, a little breathless that he's having a conversation with the steve harrington. "they okay? never seen henderson look so rattled." steve nods, then seems to think better of it and just shrugs. cocks his hip to the side (stop fucking staring at his hips, munson, lord!)

"they will be." he glances back at the beemer, which is now full of childish bickering. pauses to think and then asks, "you using demogorgons in your campaign right now?"

eddie blinks at him. "yes? yeah. what the fuck- how do you know what that is? what-" steve just laughs.

"long story." there's a haunted look in his eyes before he continues, "just, uh- that's probably what upset them. demogorgons and us- them, i mean-" he waves his hand. "bad memories. hard to explain, but... if you could..." he doesn't need to ask, seems like he doesn't know how or even if he's allowed.

"got it, ill tweak the campaign." harrington smiles at him, something small and genuine, and murmurs a thanks. offers him a fucking lift, which eddie declines, motioning to his van. harrington just nods, tells him to get home safe and then clambers back into the car, yells at the kids to put seatbelts on with all the exasperation of a single dad, and pulls away.

eddie watches them go, having seen a side of harrington he'd thought dustin had been lying about. steve harrington, the caring babysitter, everyone's older brother, a changed man.

he starts escorting the kids to the parking lot more often.

[verstappen-cult]

If you are taking requests, i was thinking of a poly!lestappen. Where the reader is a F1 presenter and she's excited that Oliver is doing hus debut at Ferrari because its one of her favorite drivers in F2 and both Max and Charles get jealous. Like she asks Charles to take care of Oliver since he's still 18 and its his debut.

You still have forty minutes to spare until you have to go live, so, you make your way to the track, where everyone’s waiting for the Drivers Parade.

You spot your boys pretty easily, they are standing close but deep in conversation with different people. Max is talking with his teammate and Lando, while Charles is talking with Ollie. You really don’t want to interrupt but the Monégasque has already seen you, and for the looks of it, he’s telling the younger boy about you because he turns his head in your direction, a bright smile on his face.

“Hey, pretty girl.” Charles greets you, his arm finding your waist in a second. He loves having you close to him, touching any part of your body.

“Hey, Charlie.” You kiss his cheek, wiping the lipstick stain. “How are you feeling, Ollie? You did amazing yesterday!”

The british boy blushes, a shy smile dancing across his lips. “Oh, thank you. I’m excited and nervous too.” He looks at Charles for a second before turning to you. “Charles has given me some advice, so, I’m feeling a little more confident.”

Lewis calls Ollie’s name, waving at him from the back of the room.

“I’ll see you after the race, I hope?” The younger boy asks, and you nod. He waves goodbye to you and his teammate for a day, and walks away.

“Did you came here to give us a good luck kiss?” You hear your boyfriend’s voice behind you and then a kiss being placed on the top of your head.

“You know it’s something that would never change.” You stand on your tiptoes, kissing Max’s lips briefly, turning to Charles you do the same. “but I also came here to tell you to take care of Ollie,” You say looking at your brown-haired boyfriend. “But you are already doing a good job, so,” This time you look at Max, giving him your best puppy eyes. “Would you do that for me? Just wish him good luck or something before the race, I’m sure he would appreciate that.”

Charles and Max look at you with eyebrows raised, confusion in his eyes.

“What?”

“You came here for that?” Charles says, sounding a little hurt.

“I came here to give my boyfriends a good luck kiss like I always do,” You try to explain that by talking slowly. “But I also came for Ollie. I’ve known him and his family for as long as I’ve known you two.”

But that’s not enough for them, because Max rolls his eyes and looks away.

Okay. They’re acting weird.

“Wait,” You try not to laugh when a thought crosses your mind. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous.”

They avoid making eye contact.

“Oh my God,” And this time you laugh, because you can’t believe it. Sometimes you forget how childish they are. “You are jealous of an eighteen year old boy. Are you aware of that?”

“Well, when you say it like that…”

You shake your head, closing the distance between you and Charles to kiss him one last time. You do exactly the same with Max.

“Good luck, pretty boys.” They watch you walk away, but then you are turning around, stopping to glare at them. “If you don’t take care of Ollie, we won’t be celebrating tonight.”

“What? That’s so unfair!”

“He’s the enemy!”