#nobody is ready on what happened to Max's sister

[hotpinkmoon]

How is nobody talking about monster max. Lol imagine trying to top him when he's that big

He's the least popular that's why...

Good luck to anyone that tops him

[starkwlkr]

Can you do max having a son? Nobody knew he had a girlfriend or a child except his mother and sister… until they see him interacting with a child that’s running around the paddock calling him daddy at one of the races.

daddy max | max verstappen

idk if max’s mom lives in the netherlands so for this imagine her and victoria live there 🧍🏽‍♀️ ok? ok 🫶🏼

Noah was a daddy's boy, it was clear. From the day he was born, Noah was declared Max's buddy. They did everything together, except when Max was racing of course. The two parents wanted to keep the young boy away from the spotlight so they never posted about him on their social media. Noah’s existence was unknown to many, fans, press even the drivers. Of course Max and Y/n’s family knew about the little boy. While Max was racing, Noah and Y/n would stay with Max’s mom, Sophie, and his sister, Victoria.

Once Noah had turned four years old, Max had a talk with Y/n. He wanted no more than to show the world his son. He would never admit it, but Max was jealous of Sergio. He got to celebrate his wins with his family while Max had to wait for a phone call from Y/n. But he always looked forward to that phone call.

“Come on, he’ll love it.” Max said over the phone. The next race was the Australian Grand Prix and he really wanted his son and partner to be there.

“He has been asking when his daddy is coming home. We both miss you. And he did ask when he can see the big cars in person.” Y/n sighed. “What about the press?”

“What about them?”

“What are they going to think when they find out the golden boy of Red Bull is a dad? They’re going to put two and two together and find out I had Noah at twenty.” Y/n said. They were young, even Jos was against them having Noah, but Max wasn’t going anywhere. He was going to be there for his son even if his father didn’t like the idea.

“Who cares if they find out we’re young parents. I love you and Noah and I finally want Noah to see his dad race. Sergio is constantly asking when you and I are going to have kids, you know?” Max chuckled.

“Of course. Listen, I’ll talk to you later. You need to rest.” Y/n spoke.

“But are you and Noah coming?”

“Bye, max.” Y/n said as she ended the phone call. Little did Max know, she and Noah were on the way to Max’s hotel room. Noah was almost half asleep, but he claimed he wanted to stay up to surprise his dad. “Go to sleep, baby. We’ll see daddy soon.” Y/n whispered to her son.

Max was getting ready for bed when he heard a knock on the door. He figured it was someone from the team or Daniel. When he opened the door, he immediately hugged his partner and his son even he the little guy was passed out with drool coming from the corner of his mouth.

“Surprised?” Y/n chuckled as Max took Noah from her arms.

“You’re evil. You had me thinking I wasn’t going to see you two at all this weekend.” Max kissed Noah’s forehead then set him on the bed and covered him with the sheets. He then walked to the door to help Y/n with their luggage.

“Don’t you think it’s about time Noah sees his daddy win?” Y/n smiled as she set her bag on the table.

“Don’t be so sure about that. Anything can happen.” Max said, sitting on the end of the bed.

“Yeah and what’s going to happen is you’re going to win. Noah and I believe in you, your family, your fans, you team. We all do.”

And it was no surprise that Max won that weekend. Little Noah was so happy to finally see his dad win. Jos was also in attendance, but the mom and son didn’t cross paths with the older Verstappen. Yes, he was in a somewhat happy mood since Max won, but he still wasn’t on good speaking terms with his son’s partner.

“Look, Noah! Daddy won this for you.” Max spoke to the four year old, showing him the trophy he had just received.

“Pretty.” Noah said looking at his and his mom’s reflection.

“Max, congratulations!” Daniel’s voice could be heard from miles away. Y/n adored the Aussie and his contagious smile. “And who’s this little fella?” He crouched down to reach Noah’s height.

“Tell him your name, baby.” Y/n encouraged her son.

“Noah.” The four year old said in a low voice.

“Hi, Noah. I’m a friend of your parents. My name is Daniel.” Daniel held out his hand for the boy to high five. Max watched the interaction between Daniel and Noah and thought it was the cutest thing on earth. After Daniel said goodbye to the family, Max enjoyed a moment with them before he was pulled away for interviews.

“Say bye to daddy.” Y/n waved goodbye to Max with Noah.

“But I want him. I want daddy.” Max’s heart broke hearing his son’s cries for him.

“I can take him.” Max offered.

“You have interviews. We’re going to go find some food, I think he’s hungry.” Y/n adjusted the boy in her arms.

“I want daddy!” Noah cried even louder.

“Let me take him. Nothing is going to happen.” Max took the boy from Y/n. “Ready to meet some people, Noah?”

Y/n watched as her partner and son walked around the paddock. She could already see the headlines on every news article.

‘Max Verstappen mystery child?’

‘Red Bull golden boy is a father?!’

[sheastri]

Can I Call You Rose? ft. ln4

Pairing: lando norris x fem!black reader

Genre: Social Media AU + Story

Summary: In which the reader grew up in a household where she was never able to express herself properly due to her father. Lando heals her inner child and helps her experience all the things she wasn't able to when she was younger.

Warning(s): None.

A/N: No specific facecast, just the gorgeous black girls of pinterest!!

Also please send requests, whether they're movie based, book based, song based, or even original. Spill your brains and I'll bring the ideas to life the best I can.

Dedicated to all the young girls around the world growing up with immigrant parents who they knew loved them but didn't know how to show it. You will find someone who allows you to express yourself and heals you inside out.

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Flashback To Y/n's Childhood

13 years ago

Y/n had just turned 10 years old and was excited to celebrate her birthday. Her mother had suggested they all go out and grab dinner at a restaurant of her choice as her birthday treat. They were at home getting ready and just about to leave when her father had said something.

He had insulted her mother and she knew immediately that it would prompt a whole argument so she grabbed the car keys. She made sure to tell her sister, who immediately followed behind her, before she went outside to the car to wait for their parents.

When everyone had gotten in the car it was dead silent. Nobody spoke a word until her father attempted to break the silence with a joke, not an apology, a joke.

Her mother had laughed and went back to speaking to her father like nothing had happened. Y/n and her sister had looked at each other before going back to their phones. Out of nowhere her father begin to go on a rant, well yapping spree, about how this generation was always on their phones and started to talk about how his life growing up in Jamaica was.

Both her and her sister laughed as their mother commented on his very animated story and the atmosphere felt lighter, as though everyone could breathe again. They laughed and conversed until they pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, Olive Garden.

It wasn't giving birthday dinner but Y/n's been craving it for weeks now, the only reason they couldn't go was because of her dad. He didn't like their food and made sure to make it known. He had eaten something before they left so she could hopefully enjoy just eating her food.

They ordered and while they were waiting her dad decided that he needed to complain more. He started with a joke about how she kind of left him to starve and how next time she should be more considerate. Her mother laughed and her sister spoke up about how she didn't like Olive Garden that much either.

Y/n eventually excused herself to the bathroom and went into a stall deciding to just cry. Safe to say her 10th birthday was ruined.

Alexa play "Can I Call You Rose".

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I Wanna Plant You in my Heart, Oh, So Love Can Grow

Y/n and Imani had bought tickets to attend the Miani Grand Prix since they happened to be in town. Y/n wasn't so much as interested in formula one as Imani was so she was pretty much just tagging along for the ride. It was Thursday and they had come in for what was known as "a pit-lane walk" because Imani had wanted an oppurtunity to talk to some of her favorite drivers. Most notable were Oscar Piastri and Lewis Hamilton. Y/n, personally was a Lando girl. She wasn't a hardcore fan but she tuned in every once in a while and used social media to keep up with everything going on within the formula one community. They were walking around when someone bumped right into y/n knocking the cold matcha out of her hand. It had gotten over her and the opposing force. She looked up, feathers a bit ruffled and was jumpscared, mostly because she expected some rando, with the face of Lando Norris. They were both frozen for a bit before he helped her up. After he had helped her though he stared at her for a long time and she just averted her gaze before accidentally getting caught in his eyes. She let out a soft laugh at the situation before apologizing. Lando's eyes momentarily widened before he quickly began to stutter out apologies. Y/n just laughed at his nervousness before he offered to help her find some clean clothes. Y/n looked at Imani who had given her a thumbs up before giving her that look with her eyebrows raised which made Y/n let out a soft sigh. She took Lando up on the offer and they walked off. Many people looked up at them seeing them both giddy and drenched in Matcha. The upcoming weekend Lando had won and joked with Y/n about having her come and visit again along with a cup of matcha in hand.

Can I Call You Rose? 'Cause Your Thorns Won't Let Blood In Too Soon

It had been almost 2 months since the incident and since then Lando and Y/n had kept in contact. At the moment Lando was trying to convince Y/n to go to the beach and have dinner with him but as more than friends. Y/n had turned the idea down due to being scared of the prospect of a romatic relationship. Eventually due to a bit of convincing from Imani and communicating her feelings to Lando directly she had given him a chance. She had dressed up in a cute pink two piece in which she wore her swimsuit under. She had 2 gold necklaces stacked on top of eachother, one shorter than the other along with some lightly colored bangals. Her makeup was pretty light and she had on strawberry sceneted perfume. She heared the doorbell ring and rushed down with her purse before taking a deep breath and fixing up her hair. She opened the door and was met with a giant boquet of pink flowers. Lando angled the flowers in his arms so that he could make himself visable but also be able to take in her look. If the weight of the flowers hadn't kept him grounded he would've thought he had died, had ascended to the heavens, and had seen an angel. He took her in with all his five senses. His eyes had been blessed, his ears had the pleasure of being able to listen to her soft voice, his hands had the ability to caress and hold hers, his nose was able to take in the scent of strawberry that surrounded her, and his mouth was able to taste wonderful cooking. He never wanted to depart from her. She invited him in and had him place the flowers on the dining table until she came home later to figure out where to place them around her house. He held out his hand for her and led her to his car.

"What a gentleman you are tonight Mr. Norris." Y/n teased with a soft smile on her face.

"Only for you Mrs. Norris." Lando teased back earning him a soft slap from Y/n.

They ate at the restaurant first before going to the Beach soon after. It was late evening but the sun still had yet to set. Y/n wore a swimsuit but didn't plan on going in the water. She had brought a book. It was more out of habit since she was stuck watching her siblings play instead of being able to enjoy the trip. Lando had gotten into his swimsuit and wasted no time jumping in the water before coming out a bit after. He gave her a look with his eyebrow raised and she immediately got up, book long forgotten, and began to run. He chased her for a while, letting her think she was getting away before sneaking up behind her and wrapping his arms around her torso.

"Lando, no. Don't do this to me." Y/n had said dramatically while dying of laughter, already out of breath from all the running.

"Sorry love, it had to be done." Lando says laughing as he now moves one his arms under her legs and runs into the ocean.

After they were both soaked and tired but for Lando the most important thing was that Y/n had fun.

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[racinggirl]

no more secrets || max verstappen 1

words: 0.9k (finally a drabble under 1k words lol) I just want to thank you all once again for the requests! It means a lot to me! I hope you all like this cute drabble for Max. I know it took quite a while, but lately hasn't been the best time for me mentally. Also, I'm thinking of starting an actual series, like a bigger story with multiple episodes. Let me know what you think of the idea, I already have a small plot in my head :)

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The man that has secured his second world championship. The man that won 15 races this season. The man that will get another trophy at this year’s FIA gala. And the man that stole your heart from day one.

You and Max had been together for almost a year now, you started dating right at the beginning of 2021, after being friends with his sister for 3 years. You were always supportive of him, cheering him on, basically being one of his friends as well. However, you did not expect it to become more than just friends, because neither of you ever showered interest in each other.

Abu Dhabi, 2021. It was one of the most intense races you or anyone in the Red Bull garage had ever seen. You were invited by Victoria, Max’ sister, because the two of you always got along great. You were holding each other’s hands as you watched the safety car enter the pitlane. Your heartbeat was going through the roof the moment Lewis sped up, Max going behind him like a lion going after his prey.

‘’He won! He, fucking, won!’’ You had your arms wrapped around Victoria’s neck, hugging her tightly as she jumped up and down, making you join her jumping. He won, and you couldn’t be prouder.

During the party you and Victoria were talking, and drinking, the latter being the reason for your actions later that evening as the two of you made the perfect plan to scare Max, in his hotel room. However, Victoria bailed on you as she went to her own hotel room instead, leaving you alone in Max’ room.

That evening resulted in you and Max making out, the both of you being absolutely wasted, and the next morning you discussed the things that happened, for as far as you could remember. The two sides of the stories of the things that you did know from last night creating the entire, completed story. You complemented each other.

Aside from your families and friends, nobody knew about your relationship, and that was something you’d like to keep that way. Not because Max wasn’t proud of you being on his side, no, the secret part of your relationship actually came from your side, since you weren’t ready to be in the public eye, yet. And Max respected that more than anything.

Whenever you went out, you remained his ‘friend’. But whenever you were out of the public eye, you were the cheesiest couple one could ever see. Holding hands, heated make out sessions or cuddles whenever you were with your friends or family were just a few of the many things you did.

You made up for the moments you weren’t affectionate in public was Max’ excuse whenever your friends told you to get a room. And you couldn’t agree with him more. The moments you were together with your friends or family were rare, especially with him being in the public eye almost 24/7. So, the moments you were able to hold hands, kiss, or be close to each other, you took. It made your relationship even more precious, because you always kind of stayed in that ‘first phase’ moment.

Now, weeks later, you were watching him get ready for his FIA gala. You had joined him, because what better city to be in with your loved one than Paris. You were walking towards your suitcase, the beautiful black sparkly dress with the open back appearing out of it.

Max looked at you through the mirror, a frown on his face as he tried to fix his bow. ‘’That’s a beautiful dress, lieverd.’’ He spoke. ‘’But why did you pack it?’’ darling

You simply smiled at your boyfriend before making your way over to him. He turned around, looking down at you as you fixed his bow for him. Your silence spoke louder than words, as it made him think twice.

‘’Are you joining me?’’ He asked with the widest smile the man could possibly give. You giggled, looking up into his eyes as you bit your lip slightly. As you nodded, Max laughed from happiness, picking you up which made you laugh as well.

‘’Max! put me down silly.’’ You giggled. ‘’I need to get dressed.’’

And that’s how your secret relationship turned out to be not so secret anymore. The two of you were the hot topic the moment the two of you walked on the red carpet, photographers taking millions of pictures of the ‘new’ couple.

Max also thanked you in his speech, a speech he had prepared and only hoped to bring out to the world rather sooner than later. And he got to do it, the smile on his face whenever he spoke about you could be seen from miles away.

The cherry on the pie came when, after his speech, he joined you back in the audience. As all eyes were on you, he simply did the one thing that confirmed it all. His lips pressed on yours for a single second, the both of you smiling as a bunch of lovesick teens.

‘’I love you, so much, and I can’t wait to show the world how lucky I am to have you on my side.’’

[agendabymooner]

it’s time to go ! max v. x ofc (hearth sister!ofc)

“sometimes giving up is the strong thing.”

summary: sylvie edson ford hearth swore not to think about what had happened back in 2012, but max verstappen has a different plan with his absent childhood friend. OR lando norris has a bad habit of sharing things that he isn’t permitted to share— like her phone number.

content warning: written and text messages applied, frenemies to lovers (ish), hurt/comfort? or angst, use of explicit language, model!student!ofc (sylvie), mentions of anxiety, consciousness, childhood friendships

note: i had to listen to a lot of ts songs. thank you all for the 82 followers!!! i’m so glad you guys are enjoying the content i make. i honestly had been making them because i keep them in my notes but never wrote full narratives of them. if they are written down, they’re normally not published— aka they’re in my wattpad draft. so… i hope you guys enjoy this xx

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Everybody swore that the two would get together eventually. Too bad it didn’t work like that.

Christmas was what Sylvie considered the best time of the year. She loved the way Christmas lifted the spirits of everyone, no matter how difficult the year had been for them. She loved being one of the children who would chase each other down the halls while parents gathered around and talked about the last season. She loved being around people that knew her well.

The thing was, however, no one knew her anymore. Not as well as they used to.

For a supermodel-on-the-rise, she sure felt conscious about the amount of eyes that watched her as she stepped foot inside the ballroom of the estate. The tulles of her red skirt should have given her more space to breathe, but she felt her body hyperventilating as she nearly dove headfirst into the mini bar.

Looking down on her newly manicured nails had been a habit of hers that night. She pretended to admire the polished nails while she waited for the bartender to mix her strawberry daiquiri, not wanting to look up and meet anyone’s eyes.

The teenagers and the ones who recently left that phase wondered how… How did she change that much?

Her physique certainly matured more than anyone could expect. Her slightly rounded cheeks were replaced by the sharp jawline that could possibly kill. Her eyes that avoided any form of communication were foxy and just as sharp as her jaw. Her nose was just as sharp, as well. If you were to ask Lando, she didn’t have to wear heels to out-height him. Her body and face were no longer recognizable. She was ready to be a fan favourite and a well-paid supermodel.

Funnily enough, she prioritized racing first before she did her child modeling classes. How she managed to transition from one thing to another in the span of three years, nobody could answer. She was a jack of all trades, said by her mother, just like her siblings. She was one of the many sisters who had more options to pursue instead of just sticking to racing. So for her to continue with modeling and fashion… yeah, she already knew how to operate before she was even hired by an agency. At least now she didn’t have to struggle with finding work. She didn’t have to worry about getting hired by a team.

Her career now was clearly something that she couldn’t act on, though. She was always told to walk, don’t pay attention to what everyone’s talking about and get a move on.

But this party wasn’t a runway. The judging eyes didn’t want to pay attention to the details of the clothes, but rather, the figure who wore the dress herself.

“You’re a bit tense, lovie,” Tilly was a blessing in disguise, shaped in the form of a woman who carried a 20 weeks worth of a precious gift in her womb. She must’ve picked up on Sylvie’s discomfort that she decided to strut towards her sister’s direction as quickly as a pregnant woman could. “You could have stayed at home, as I said.”

“I’ve got to say hi to them at some point,” Sylvie murmured to her sister. “Especially Lando. That bloke wouldn’t let it go if I decided to avoid him, too.”

“Well, they should be around here,” Tilly quipped as she rubbed her stomach. Seeing the movement in her peripheral vision, Sylvie spontaneously reached out and got a feel of the bump. She tried to ease her mind by doing the most peaceful thing. “They’re not looking at you for the wrong reasons, Sylv. I promise.”

“If they are, then they’re going to have to face Maman and I’s wrath,” Tilly cheekily smiled. Tilly looked past Sylvie’s shoulder as she said, “Look. Here are the boys.”

Sylvie was glad that her glass was empty and already resting at the counter, otherwise she would have made a scene if she had dropped it after being attacked by a bear hug.

“Fucking Lando,” she swore beneath her breath, trying to pull him off as she turned feeling restrained. He wouldn’t let go. She would have sworn once more, preferably aloud this time, had it been for the other boys that stood excitedly with him. She couldn’t even look at them properly due to the hold that Lando had on her.

“I told you I was going to kidnap you,” Lando let out an evil laugh before waving enthusiastically at Tilly, “Thanks, Tils! I’ll return her to you later!”

“Good, you better,” Tilly called out.

Her poor feet would be dead by the end of the night and Sylvie knew that she was fucked if she didn’t do anything about it. It wasn’t like she could stop Lando from dragging her down to wherever he’s taking her to just so she could slip out of her Valentino. She couldn’t seem to stop him especially when they both passed by familiar faces. Especially one that she didn’t want to see.

Fucking Max Verstappen. She thought that God was laughing at her that night.

She couldn’t even look at him by the time that they formed some sort of circle around the lounge room.

The telly was on, but it had been playing nothing but the screen of the karaoke waiting to show its texts and tunes. None of them paid that much attention to it, especially her.

The boys seemed like they were craving for companionship of a woman as they surrounded her with curiosity and excitement. They tried to get her attention while she was still speaking to another person. She felt like she was what Fergie was talking about in Fergalicious.

She still couldn’t look him in the eyes, situating herself between Charles Leclerc— her favourite enemy in the track and George Russell— the boy that she once called “everyone’s crush”— to avoid sharing a conversation with Max. She made sure she sat next to the two, not looking at the Dutchman as she continued to catch up with Lando and the other people she was acquainted with.

Most of them knew who she was, of course. She had been friends with most of them for years, finding themselves in the same track as they trained. She competed with them, offering nothing to the boys but fun and friendly competition. She saw things differently from everyone else. No matter how much she wished to be an F1 driver, she didn’t push past her limits— not even when her father told her to.

She was dubbed “the Wild Mustang” at the age of 10 after she realized that she was able to reach the pedal and brake of her mother’s vehicle.

The boys had never seen someone do a donut in their own parking lot before. Let alone a 10-year-old girl—thank god for her Uncle Gilles for teaching her how to do that on TV. Despite their amazement and enthusiasm, Sylvie was no longer allowed to be in the vehicle on her own after she was caught doing another donut while the other kids watched and cheered. Sylvie clearly made everyone’s time because of her wildness and risky attitude. Oh, and her blunt mouth.

So for her to sit silently as she nodded to whatever it was that her acquaintances were talking about? It wasn’t her.

Ever since she left the academy, at the age of 14, she didn’t look back. She didn’t look back at her own friends, either. Lando was the only one persistent enough to barge inside her room only for him to find out that she was packing to go to university.

Extremely early advancement program, she said. She went to university and while she was there, Lando made sure that she’d call him at least once in a while. Otherwise the security would have a problem fighting with a 4 foot something boy who only wanted to see his friend.

Nobody truly saw her behaviour change besides from her family… and Lando. She seemed more reserved when she’s out and about, much to Lando’s dismay. He really hated it when he was the only one who would bring the energy into the room. As if she lacked the power. Lando was convinced that he annoyed her because of the lack of retorts she had passed to him.

He didn’t stop talking to her. He abruptly confronted her about her behaviour instead of trying to skirt his way around it. He was more than relieved that she wasn’t annoyed by his presence, yet he was curious to know what had her acting like this. She had been like that since she left the academy. Her silence could be interpreted as sourness and hatred.

Regardless, they saw each other every other six months whether it’s during the race weekend or an event hosted by a family. But she never went to any of his racing tournaments.

She had attended certain Formula One race weekends throughout the absence of her racing career. People only caught a glimpse of her whenever she went, wondering how fast she’d disappeared even when she visited each garage.

Her attitude remained the same to her family, though. That’s why Tilly and her sisters wondered how people could see Sylvie as an introvert or a bitch. She made fun of Tilly back when Toto was still a stranger to the family. She spoke to whichever Mercedes staff had brought her to the grandstand or hospitality. She was… still her.

She refused to speak to people her age— that weren’t her sisters, of course. Especially those who were familiar with the tracks and familiar with who she was. She never looked at them. She didn’t feel comfortable being in this room. Lando was just pushing her to speak as much as she could since his attention was everywhere. He was friends with everyone in the circle and that meant that she, too, had to speak.

Still, she couldn’t seem to reply to Max. She’d only have a passing comment if he asked something to her. He was clearly trying to get her attention, but her eyes were trained anywhere else but his own pair.

“I want some more Coke,” Lando complained, “you should have gotten more, Alex.”

“Eh? Why me? Why don’t you get up?” Alex Albon replied with a scoff, “You’re the one who’s drinking it.”

She took this as an opportunity to dip out for a moment as she said, “I’ll grab ‘em.”

“Thanks Mustang,” Lando’s boyish grin appeared on his face as she stood up from the carpet. Her skirt slightly wrinkled from sitting on the floor for too long, but her feet were thankful that the low heels that she wore were taken off. “You are the best.”

“Only when you need something, espèce de salaud paresseux.” you lazy bastard. Charles snorted, clearly understanding what she just called Lando as she walked down the hallway to find the little man cave that she once explored. The room was dark, the only thing that brightened was the mini fridge with cans of Coke in them.

She didn’t know why she tiptoed towards it, kneeling down to its level as her fingers touched the cold metal. She didn’t even realize she couldn’t carry that many cans. Lando, on a good day, would drink a dozen of the mini cans and Sylvie learned that you might as well get them all now before he bitches about running out of drink.

“D’you need help?”

“Oh, Jesus Christ!” She hit her head when she tried looking up to see who just spoke. But she didn’t need to look. She already knew who decided to corner her. In a dark room.

“Shit, shit, sorry schat,” Max swore as he reached out, “are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she replied with a hiss, “lost a fucking brain or two but I suppose I am.”

The last time that they spoke was at the paddock during the 2014 Silverstone race. That was when he shoulder checked her unintentionally, leaving her to bark at him in annoyance before stomping off. They didn’t even see each other’s faces.

“Here, do you need help?” He asked genuinely, gesturing with his empty hands as he offered some sort of support.

She didn’t bother hesitating, just shoving the cold cans of pop in his arms while she turned to grab more. She busied herself with the fridge before she groaned after hearing him clear his throat.

“So uh… How have you been, Sylvie?”

“Delightful,” she responded drily.

“How was your first and second term?”

“Busy.”

“How are you doing with the…modeling stuff then?” Oh he really wouldn’t leave without getting words out of her mouth.

“Great,” she muttered. He still wouldn’t catch onto the disinterest in her tone. Was he really this oblivious or did he lose a brain cell or two for the past few years?

“You look—“ he cleared his throat once more, feeling his face flush pink as he remembered the last picture that he saw of her. The holiday collection of Victoria’s Secret Pink. “You looked very beautiful at them.”

She paused, wondering what the fuck was he doing in the man cave with her. What was the reason for his intervention? Did he corner her just to compliment her latest project?

“Thank you,” she sighed before grabbing the last of the cans, kicking the fridge closed as she walked past him.

“I want to catch up with you,” he voiced out as they walked down the hallway. It remained empty, the ballroom was obviously occupied by loud music and loud guests and hosts. The lounge room, despite it being a few feet away, remained loud as well as the boys sung their hearts out. Poorly.

His voice echoed in the hallway, leaving her to pause and turn around. She remained standing there as he finally jogged towards her. They were both still cradling cans of pop as if those were their children.

“It’s just…” Max trailed off, wanting to scratch his head but couldn’t. “You stopped talking to all of us after you left. At least all of us but Lando.”

She wanted to scoff. She wanted to laugh at his face. There was no way he’d have this much audacity to assume that she’d even dare talk to him. Not after all of that fiasco.

“Some of us were wondering,” he rocked back and forth on his feet. “Especially with where you went after all of that. I was going to apologize to you.”

“Hm,” she hummed disinterestedly. She was itching to go back to the lounge room.

“For doing that,” Max spoke meekly.

She was infuriated for the first time in four years. She had never been angry about this. She downplayed her anger and acted as if she had only quit the academy when she was already on her way to become the first female F1 driver. She pretended that he didn’t exist, because God only knew what she could do at the thought of him.

Back in 2014, when she learned that he was a reserved driver, she begged her sister for something so silly. To fire Max. She didn’t really mean that. She only wanted to say his name with disdain to let it out of her system. But then she returned to her routine of being silent and keeping some shit to herself, not wanting to slag him off any further as an ounce of guilt filled her mind.

Then he said some shit like this. He wouldn’t even tell her what he did. She had never been so angry since now.

But she could only offer nothing but a cold tone. “For doing what?” She asked coolly, looking at him in the eyes as she challenged him.

Her coldness left him stammering, “F-for the uh…” then he was silent.

Watching his mouth clamp shut, she laughed humourlessly before shaking her head in disbelief. “If you’re going to apologize, you have to recognize what you’ve done first. Oh, Verstappen,” she tutted, “you are so silly.”

Walking back to the lounge room, she left him behind in the hallway. Maybe after today, she could cry herself to sleep this time. She hasn't been able to cry ever since she left. Maybe after letting that out, she’d be able to rest a little bit better.

Everyone thought that, after growing up with each other, they’d end up as something else that’ll last forever. But if anyone had seen this confrontation, they’d express how wrong they were. Because the first glimpse of her long lost lover turned into something like hate. It wasn’t the same as it was before 2012.

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New Journey (S.H.) Chapter 9 Season 4

Pairing: Steve Harrington x henderson!reader

Summary: Back to Hawkins for spring break. Y/n believed it would just be a quiet time to cherish with her loved ones, but one day in and another mess had already began.

Warnings: cursing, blood, (death... sorry)

Notes: Yay, we're nearing the end of season 4 as well. Took some creative liberties with how they formed their plan on this one, but I think I haven't messed up anything from the show. The epilogue is going to come in a few hours so stay tuned! Thank you for reading, please enjoy the chapter and stay safe out there! 💕

P.S. I have some interesting ideas for one-shots that follow the story and I am planning on getting them started right away. If you have any ideas that you want come to life, ask away!

Chapter 8 << Masterlist >> Epilogue

A couple of hours later, you were ready. Everyone was suited and geared up. Your first stop was at Vecna’s house where Max, Lucas, and Erica will be waiting for the rest of you to continue the plan. After your goodbyes, Steve started driving again. The sun slowly but surely set, leaving a golden hue surrounding you and, if you weren’t nervous as hell, you would have found it beautiful.

Finally, you arrived back at Hawkins. Steve parked the trailer a little further away from the trailer park so you wouldn’t get spotted. You got up from your seat and made your way to the rest who were around Nancy, awaiting her instructions.

“Okay. I wanna run through it one more time. Phase one?” she looked up at all of you, expecting someone to answer her, Robin jumping in on the opportunity.

“After a small change of plans, we-” Robin points to her, Nancy, and Steve “meet Erica at the playground. She’ll signal Max and Lucas when we’re ready.”

“Phase two.”

“Max baits Vecna. He’ll go after her, which’ll put him in his trance.” Steve answers next.

“Phase three?”

“Me, Y/n, and Eddie draw the bats away.” Dustin said, Eddie silently agreeing by playfully annoying your brother as he ruffled his head, bringing a small smile on his face. It made your own plan even more important.

“Four.” you heard Nancy demand the final step.

“We head into Vecna’s hopefully newly bat-free lair, and…” Robin shakes the self-made bomb in her hand “Flambe.”

“Nobody moves on to the next phase until we’ve all copied. Nobody deviates from the plan, no matter what. Got it?” she asks you all and you answer back.

“Got it.”

You gather your things and start getting off the trailer one by one. All of you were silent, carefully making your way back to Eddie’s home. Steve goes in first, turns on the lights and prepares to get through the portal again.

“Be careful.” Dustin says to him from beside you, and in return Steve pats his shoulder.

“Thanks, buddy. Here goes nothing.” he said under his breath and starts climbing the poorly made rope successfully landing on the other side. A proud smirk on his face as he looks up at you and sends you a wink.

“Whoa, what does he want us to do, applaud?” Robin asks sarcastically, making you chuckle.

“Come on.” you told her when Steve finished setting up the mattress on the other side and helped her get through as well.

In no time you were all back in the Upside Down. You go outside with the girls ready to bid your goodbyes.

“Make sure you fry him up.” you tell Nancy as you give her a quick hug.

“Will do.”

“Also make sure Robin doesn’t burn up on accident.” you point at your other friend who immediately looks offended.

“Hey! You’re the one who wanted to be a responsible sister and left me in the field.”

“You can handle it.” you smile at her opening up your arms wide for her. As you stepped away from them your heart clenched to say and do more, maybe tell them you love and care for them, but you couldn’t show them what was happening inside of you, or they would try to stop you. In the end, if everything goes right, your plan will be nothing but a thought you had due to the adrenaline and fear inside of you. They don’t have to know.

You start walking back to the guys, Steve’s words catching your attention.

“If things here start to go south, I mean, at all, you abort. Okay?” you bite your lip as you continue listening to him “Draw the attention of the bats. Keep them busy for a minute or two. We’ll take care of Vecna. Don’t try to be cute or be a hero or something. Okay? You guys are just-”

“Decoys.” you finished his sentence after placing a soft hand on the small of his back alerting him of your presence.

“Don’t worry. You can be the hero, Steve.” Dustin told him making Eddie nod his head.

“Absolutely. I mean, look at us. We are not heroes.” Eddie looked as if he meant to say that comically, however, his eyes showed just how scared he was. You couldn’t blame him.

“They’ll be safe.” your voice made Steve turn and face you, his arms immediately opening up to let your embrace in “Come back alive.” you whispered into his ear.

“We’ll get through this together. Right?” his question was harmless, just something to ease the situation because he knew you were going to be okay. He was actually very glad you would be far away from the real danger. At least he knew you were going to get out of this alive.

You didn’t. And the mention of your old promise to each other broke your heart. So instead of answering, instead of letting your, maybe, final words be a lie to your boyfriend, you leaned in for a kiss, a passionate one that helped ease the storm within you. He responded quickly, returning the force of the kiss back. However, your moment was broken by an annoyed voice.

“Stop doing that in front of me.” your brother whined.

“I have every right to kiss my girlfriend goodbye before going on a killing mission.” Steve argued back.

“Yeah, just not in front of me.” Dustin sassed right back at him.

“Bye. I love you.” you kissed his cheek after letting a small chuckle out.

“I love you.” he returned it. It took a small moment for him to leave your group but he eventually started walking over to Nancy, and Robin.

“Hey, Steve?” his movement stopped when he heard Eddie calling out his name “May him pay.” he gave him a small nod, and after a quick look at you and Dustin, his own journey began within the forest of Upside Down Hawkins.

You watched them disappear into the darkness before getting back to work.

“Come on, boys. Our fortress awaits.”

“Lead the way, High Elf Erida!” Dustin brought back memories with the use of your D&D name, making you chuckle on your way in.

“How are you doing over here?” your head turns to look at Eddie coming outside to check on you. You were nailing some pieces of wood to the windows so the inside stays protected when the bats get really angry at you.

“Good. Just making sure these stay up. All good upstairs?” him and Dustin were up to the roof setting up Eddie’s music gear for the plan.

“Yeah, everything is almost set. I’ll go tell Dustin to come down so we can help you.” he turned his body to leave but you were quick to stop him, thinking this would be the perfect moment to warn him.

“Hey, uh… Eddie?” he gives you his whole attention as he nods for you to continue “I need to tell you something.”

“What’s up, Henderson? Or should I say what’s down?” he chuckles a little but stops when he sees you not reacting to the joke “You know because we’re in- Never mind.”

You cleared your throat before speaking up again “If something goes south later on, stay with Dustin.”

“What?” he looks at you confused.

“I decided to stay here so I can make sure Dustin stays safe. Not that I don’t trust you, but I’m his sister. And I made a promise to myself that if something goes wrong , I’ll deal with it. No matter what.” your voice is stern, your eyes never wavering from his own.

“Wait, what? No. You can’t do that. We’re a team, you’re not supposed to throw yourself into danger. We’re decoys, remember?” he tells you, not wanting to believe what you were saying.

“I’m not asking you Eddie. I’m telling you. You haven’t seen what I have these few years. Everything can and has gone wrong. What we’re doing is dangerous, and I am willing to make every sacrifice to ensure that he stays safe. All I want from you is to stay by his side. He’s gonna need you.” you want to be strong but you can’t help it when your voice softens in the end.

“Y/n…” Eddie’s eyes are furrowed, and you decide to send him a smile to ease the heavy air around you.

“Just hold him back and tell him I love him. Okay?”

He can see that you mean your words so truly he could do or say nothing to stop you. As a game master, he has written hundreds of scenes where heroes sacrifice themselves to save their loved ones. Letting go of their own fears to help the rest. He always thought those were just stories, words on a piece of paper that never really fit into the cruelty of the real world he was in. But when he got into this mess he quickly realized how wrong he was. Your selflessness, Steve’s courage, Nancy’s determination, Robin’s loyalty, and Dustin’s cleverness made him see that.

So, he decided to respect your wishes and made a promise to himself to try and be as brave as you all were. At least try to be “Okay…”

You let a breath out when you heard him agree. You were glad Dustin was going to have one more person to look after him if you didn’t return “Thank you.”

“Are we nearly done with our fortress?” Dustin’s voice is heard before he walks out to face you. You make sure to change your demeanor immediately so he won’t suspect anything.

“Sure are, kid. Go check with Eddie what else we can use while I finish this up.” you point to the window before you and he nods his head, already turning away to complete the task.

“Great.” you notice however that Eddie is kind of stuck in his place, his mind full of thought “Come on, Eddie, or the bats are gonna getcha.”

Luckily Dustin doesn’t suspect anything and his words seem to get Eddie out of his trance.

“So pushy.”

After almost half an hour, you are finally done with the trailer. You stand back with the boys admiring your work.

“Not bad.” Eddie says and your brother quickly agrees.

“Not bad at all.”

“Now for the fun part.” you scoff at Eddie’s words.

“You mean the deafening part?”

His whole body does a 180 turn as he points his finger at you teasingly “Don’t you dear speak about Metallica that way. They’re gonna save lives.” you push his shoulder and guide him inside the trailer. You enter his bedroom and the boys freeze at the sight of it.

You can hear Eddie whimper beside you before he began walking forward again, slowly “It’s like… She was destined for an alternate dimension.” he stands before the electric guitar and calls out for your brother “What do you say, Henderson? Are you ready for the most metal concert in the history of the world.” he asks him after he picked up the guitar from its stand.

“Is that a rhetorical question?”

“You’re both dorks.” you tell them and turn to leave the room and them behind, making your way up to the roof.

The boys stare in your direction before smirking at one another, adrenaline coursing through their veins in excitement “Let’s do it.” Eddie said and followed after you.

You are not sure how much time you were waiting but finally the radio sparked to life, Robin’s voice informing you to start phase three.

“Copy that. Initiating phase three.” Dustin answers and motions for you to plug in the stereos.

“Let’s hope they hear this.” you say under your breath and turn the volume all the way up before nodding over at Eddie to start.

“Chrissy, this is for you.” he takes his pick from his necklace and starts playing his guitar. The music is so loud that for a moment you shut your ears, but the surprise quickly left you and you ended up sharing a moment of happiness with your brother as you enjoyed Eddie’s skill.

Every now and then Dustin would check with his binoculars if the plan was working. Finally, he spotted the bats and called out for Eddie.

“We gotta lock down in T-minus thirty seconds!” he signals with his hands the time you have left and Eddie nods. Your eyes keep shifting from Eddie to the creature closing in, your breaths becoming shorter and shorter as you felt like those 30 seconds were a lifetime.

Dustin continued to inform Eddie about the time every 10 seconds when finally you were down to just 5. Eddie continued to play and your panic rose.

“One!” Dustin yells and you grab his shoulders, forcing him to get off the trailer and head inside. Eddie stopped, placed the guitar down, and followed after you.

“Come on!” you called out to him, grabbing his arm and running inside the trailer quickly. The bats were right behind you, and you had only a couple of seconds to close the door and get inside safely.

Your back was against the door, panting as you tried to calm yourself down.

“Dude! Most metal ever!” Dustin said in excitement and they both began jumping up and down.

You chuckled at their antics and went in to hug them both after they had stopped. They returned it and you sighed “We’re not done yet. Get into positions.” they nodded and you all grabbed your weapons, your backs facing each other as you circled around the room waiting for any unwelcomed movement.

You can hear the bats shrieking outside, calling for you to come out. From time to time one of them would strike the trailer in hopes of tearing it but to no avail. Suddenly everything stopped which made chills run down your entire body.

“Hey, dipshits! Give up that easy, huh?” Dustin yells out and you immediately shush him.

“Is that really necessary?” Eddie asks him, obviously agreeing with you and the fact that you need to stay quiet.

Your eyes kept on searching for something to happen when noise came from above you.

“They’re on the roof.” you said, and Dustin cursed.

You followed the clattering sound, you in the front, Dustin behind you, and Eddie located at the back. You realize that the creature has made its way near the air vent. You stopped before it, holding your weapon high.

“They can’t get in through there, can they?” Dustin asks you and before you can do anything, the bat answers his question by breaking through the trailer. For a moment you were taken back but none of you held back. You began screaming and went over to stab the living shit out of them.

It was never-ending, more and more trying to make their way inside. You felt a loss from beside you and saw from the corner of your eye Eddie leaving your group. Dustin calls out for him to come back, and he does but not empty-handed.

“Get out of the way!” Eddie kept on screaming at you and you obeyed without any second thought, stepping back quickly, your weapon falling from your hands. He had grabbed his shield to close the hole in the roof and stop them from getting in. It luckily stays on there, due to the nails you had put on it.

You take a deep breath “Nice thinking.”

“Thanks.” he answers you before high-fiving your brother. You hoped this would be the end of it but the clattering and the shrieking hadn’t stopped.

“Are there other vents?” you asked Eddie and his eyes open.

“Oh shit.” he jumps down from the chair he was on and heads further into the trailer.

You pick up your own weapon again and followed him into his room but you were too late. The bats had already found the other way in. Dustin hadn’t realized you had stopped so he ran past you and into the room, but you were quick enough and were able to grab him and pull him behind you. You closed the door and began walking backward, away from the room. The bats were quickly tearing through the door.

“That’s not gonna hold!” Dustin yelled in fear when he took a look at the sight before you.

You turned your head around trying to come up with a solution, deciding on your own plan. When your eyes fell on the rope in front of you, you pushed Dustin at it “Go! Go! Go!” he didn’t waste a second and began pulling himself up. He was so focused on making it across that he didn’t realize you weren’t following behind. He didn’t see you picking up your spear once more.

“Don’t do this…” Eddie begged you, grabbing you by your arm, but you ignored his pleas.

“You promised.” you handed him the rope and got free from his hold, turning toward the exit.

You tried your best to ignore how Dustin was calling out for you to get back, finally understanding what you were doing. You weren’t sure how you were going to get the bats away but you needed to do something.

Your palm touched the knob but before you could open the door, a hand falls on your shoulder forcefully pulling you away. Your body hit the floor and when you looked up you saw Eddie open the door and after giving you a last look, close it behind him.

“No!” you screamed after him. Your feet guided you to the door which no matter how hard you pulled and pushed, could not open. He must have blocked it somehow, you thought “Eddie!” you banged on the door as you heard the shrieks slowly disappear from around you.

“Y/n, what’s happening?” Dustin called out for you, desperately trying to understand what was going on.

“Stay there! I’ll go after him!” you said and gathered your weapon again.

“No! I’m coming with you!” he said and started climbing the rope again but you couldn’t let him.

“No.” you said sternly and cut the rope which caused it to fall on both sides, your brother’s body hitting the mattress. You could see his red eyes as he looked up at you through the hole. Your heart could not bear the sight “Stay here.”

“No!” he kept on screaming for you to stop, cried as he saw you pull the mattress away from the gate on your side. For once in his life, Dustin didn’t know what to do. He only knew that he couldn’t bear to lose his sister and one of his best friends at the same time.

With the door blocked you had to find another way out. You decided to break some of the wood you had nailed on the windows and, after a bit, managed to break enough of a hole to climb through it.

The moment your feet hit the ground you looked up and saw a dark cloud in the sky. The bats were following something, or better, someone. Eddie was driving them away.

You looked around you and spotted what was blocking the door. Eddie had nailed the shield on it. You pulled it out, yanking the door open in the process, and placed it on your back. You grabbed one of the other bikes you had priorly left there and began cycling over to where Eddie was. Only when the cold air of the Upside Down hit you did you realize that tears had fallen from your eyes. You quickly dried them off with your palm and pushed your entire body to bike faster.

This wasn’t supposed to go like this. Eddie was supposed to listen to you and let you do this for the both of them. For all of them. Why did he have to do this?

After following after them for a bit you saw the bats had begun doing circles around something. Eddie must have stopped.

When you finally arrived you saw that the sight before you was not pretty. Eddie was standing in the middle as the bats flew around him. He was trying his best to scare them and fight them away. You let the bike drop to the ground and took out your own weapons. You tried desperately to break through the wall of bats but it was too hard to fight them. Each time you killed one another two appeared making it impossible to go over to Eddie and help him.

Suddenly you heard a cry and almost lost your bearings when you saw him on the ground, bats holding him down, just like they had done with Steve. You tried to run to him but something pulled your leg, bringing you down as well. The bats were all over you, scratching your body with their nasty sharp nails, their teeth finding their way to your hair, clothes, and face, but you had decided you wouldn’t make it easy for them. You kept your spear in the air, tearing wings and arms off of them with each swing. But they were too strong and too fast. They knocked the shield out of your hand. You feared you were not quick or strong enough to continue. Your breaths were becoming shorter as terror settled in. At least, you thought, you had bought some time for the others. You and Eddie achieved your original goal. Those were your thoughts while your hands were covering your face, hiding yourself from the horrors of the Upside Down.

Small cries and yells fell out of your lips every time the monsters would mark you. A sharp nail landed on your left cheek, the pain and shock taking over your entire body. You didn’t know how much longer you were able to hold on to when suddenly they stopped. Stilled in the air and fell on the ground like machines that had a switch-off button.

Before you could decipher what had happened, a pair of hands shook your shoulders and Dustin’s face was in front of you “Y/n? Are you okay? Y/n?”

Your brother’s face was a blessing and a curse to see at this moment. You were glad to see him okay, unharmed by the creatures, but the look of terror in his eyes was enough to fill your body with rage, willing to burn this place down just for him.

“Dustin? What are you- I told you to stay back!” you yelled at him even if your arms were already hugging him.

“I couldn’t.” he answered but a cough from behind you took your attention.

“Eddie.” you whispered in realization and hurried over to him, your brother following after you, limping all the way.

“Oh, God. Eddie.” he finally said when he fell down opposite of you, his hands taking his friend’s quickly.

“Bad, huh?” Eddie joked but you were in no mood to laugh even pitifully at his attempt to make you feel better.

It scared you seeing him like this. Even when you were in high school Eddie was someone you thought indestructible. You had judged him from his behavior and part-time ‘job’, familiar with the small bags he was trafficking behind the school. He had scared you, worried you when you found out Dustin was hanging out with him but now… Now you’re scared for him.

The blood on his face scared you. The wounds he had all over his body scared you, and the way his eyes were glassy fucking terrified you.

“No, no, no. You’re gonna be okay. You just need to go to a hospital, okay?” Dustin answered franticly, his hand landing on his back to lift him up. You fall into action quickly, trying your best not to hurt him even more. Your attempts were unsuccessful as he groaned and let his body fall into Dustin’s arms.

“ I think I just… I think I just need a second, okay?” Dustin nodded his head at Eddie’s words.

Your hand moved without thinking as you brushed some of Eddie’s hair away from his face “Why didn’t you listen to me?”

“Because you’re more important.” he answered without missing a beat, making your heart clench in your chest.

“Eddie...”

“I couldn’t run away this time. I didn’t, right?” his eyes were pleading with yours to answer him.

“You didn’t run.” you shook your head, trying not to let the tears fall down your cheeks.

“You were a hero.” Dustin whispered, voice breathless and you longed to stop everything to help him. But wasn’t that what Eddie had achieved? What you wanted to do?

It was only now that you realized how wrong you were to even come up with that plan… If you hadn’t, maybe now Eddie would be back in the trailer, waiting for the others to do their job. Or maybe, the bats would have gotten to all three of you. They certainly would have managed to bring the same fate to you if they hadn’t magically stopped on their own. Maybe…

“Thanks.” despite his pain, a grateful smile graced him “Promise me what you asked of me. Only you can succeed in it.” his eyes fell back to you and you shook your head. He knew the only important thing between you two was to keep Dustin unharmed. It warmed your heart to see him so cared for, your little brother finding new people to trust, and help him, to love him for who he truly is. For the longest time, before you came to Hawkins, it truly felt like it was just the two of you against the world. But, now, it wasn’t just you, and even if sometimes it could feel a little bittersweet, it made you happy to see him, and yourself, finding others who can make your lives better.

Eddie was a true friend, and you would owe him your life and Dustin’s forever.

“I think you just proved your words wrong, Eddie.” your hand tightened around his to reassure him. His smile was weak but certainly there as you whispered back your promise “I will.”

He nodded and turned to Dustin “You’re gonna have to look after those little sheep for me, okay?”

“No, you’re gonna do that yourself.” Dustin was so emotional he could barely argue as the sobs came and developed him, his voice raised, fear controlling him. At the sound of his crying, all you could bear to do was close your eyes tight, your breath caught in your throat as cries started falling from your own lips.

“Nah, man… Say, ‘I’m gonna look after them’. Say it.” Eddie begged and only then did Dustin agree.

“I’m- I’m gonna look after ‘em…” his voice was small, exactly like he felt right now. Watching his friend die in his arms when moments before he thought he was going to lose both of you…

“Good. Cause I’m actually gonna graduate. I think it’s my year, Hendersons. I think it’s finally my year.” he smiled as if he was fine, but you could see his glassy eyes become more and more prominent “I love you man.” a few tears fell from his eyes and you are quick to catch them, caressing his cheek in a comforting way.

“I love you too.” Dustin responds when his friend begins choking “Eddie? Come on!” he called out for him, to bring him back, away from the pain and darkness “Eddie!”

But it was only a few seconds before Eddie’s body stilled and you finally let your own chokes out. Dustin was screaming out his name as he shook him. You took hold of his hands, the three of you hugging, saying your goodbyes silently.

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heat exhaustion • oscar piastri x driver!reader ↳ word count: 2.6k ↳ summary: the heat was unbearable in the qatar gp, and you ended up fainting on broadcast television. knowing that the media was going to exploit your little incident and turn this into an issue of why women do not belong in motorsports, you were engulfed by guilt and self-hatred, and oscar was there to comfort you.

10 things i hate about you • oscar piastri x reader ↳ word count: 3.4k ↳ summary: you decided to write down a list of 10 things you hated about oscar piastri in an attempt to get over your crush on him when he revealed that he had recently gotten a girlfriend. two things didn't go as planned: the list didn't work, and he found out about it.

stardusts and golden specks • oscar piastri x reader ↳ word count: 1.2k ↳ summary: when conversations turned into arguments and all you could feel when you looked at oscar was pain and exhaustion, you learned to say goodbye and let go of your first-ever love.

you're just a man, it's just what you do (m) • carlos sainz x reader ↳ word count: 2.1k ↳ summary: you should have known better than to believe in carlos' loving kisses, sweet lies, and all the times he called you his. because he's just a man, it's just what he does.

me and you against the world • max verstappen x sister!reader ↳ word count: 1.4k ↳ summary: nobody enjoys being booed, and even the toughest of fighters like max verstappen would get disheartened from it. looking right through his act on camera, you decided to give your brother a call to tell him how proud of him you were. what you didn’t expect though, was to hear max cry.

unwanted • charles leclerc x sister!reader ↳ word count: 1.5k ↳ summary: your brother was ready to give you a serious lecture after you tried sneaking home from a late-night party. but when he saw your teary eyes and found out that a boy had made you feel unwanted, he felt like his heart was being ripped apart.

daisy • charles leclerc x sister!reader ↳ word count: 3.1k ↳ summary: you and charles used to be inseparable, but with him constantly being away for all his races, an invisible wall began to form between you and him. it took a crash for you two to acknowledge what had happened, and try mending the broken pieces of your relationship.

missing piece • f1 grid x driver!reader ↳ word count: 3k ↳ summary: you have always taken pride in your ability to handle the press, until a journalist mentioned a sensitive topic that you had tried desperately to avoid – your estranged father. you struggled to give a response, and your fellow drivers showed no hesitation to jump in and defend you.

never have i ever (m) • bradley bradshaw x reader ↳ part i, part ii ↳ word count: 11.7k ↳ summary: a game of never have i ever leads to bradley (as well as everyone) finding out that you are a virgin. the thought of being your first drives him a little crazy, and he can’t wait to ruin your sweet innocence.

a study break (m) • neymar jr x reader ↳ word count: 2.8k ↳ summary: in the middle of studying for your physics exam, neymar decided that you needed a little break, and he’s more than happy to help you de-stress.

something unholy (m) • neymar jr x reader ↳ part i, part ii ↳ word count: 2.8k ↳ summary: while babysitting davi, you went up to neymar’s room to get something for the two of you to play with. it turns out that the room wasn’t empty, and you ended up catching neymar doing something unholy.

[theyaregayyourhonor]

I will never get over s4 El/Mike/Will reunion in the desert

Like the visual storytelling actually altered my brain chemistry. I will not be the same and I am baffled how can people come out of that scene thinking Mike and El are endgame. Like that scene is peak Show don't Tell.

First the scene starts with El still glaring into the desert, than Mike scares her, like he calls her name but she doesn't really clocks it. He grabs her shoulder and El get spoked at first than realizes that its Mike.

This scene is meant to be romantic, but it kinda off. First the whole thing is abrupt, it just jumps onto El and the viewer, there is no built up of Mike and El looking at eachother, El starting to smile and than having the hug. It just comes down on her.

It's beautifully shows how they relationship started, El and Mike just bumped into eachother in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by destruction and death and latched onto eachother.

The magic also broken by Argyle walking behind them, Will blurred image at the (arguably most) romantic moment than Argyle again (who we later see watching the dead bodies totally flipped out) and said dead bodies.

Also important what Mike and El say.

They talk about how Mike is real and he is here.

It's really you.

It's me.....I'm here...everyones here.

There is no; Are you okay? What happened? I am so sorry! I love you!

This is just El and Mike discussing that yes, Mike is here and yes, he is infact real.

(interesting when you also consider that Max has a simiral conversation with Vecna in the mind palace. You're not really here/Oh but I am, Max. I am. Plus Both Max and El has something around their neck)

So Mike points out that everybody is here and than it cuts to Will, the focus is him standing in front of this beautiful scenery. Like it really is just picturesque, than pans back to Mike and El behind them every body.

The moment El locks eyes with Will she doesn't look away. Her gaze is set on that boy and she is determined to get to him, Mike helps her

Which again shows how Mike was the one who brought El into Will's life, Will wouldn't have a sister if Mike doesn't found El that night in the woods, or if he does end up sending her to the asylum or if s2 they didn't reconnect. El and Will wouldn't have this amazing relationship, they wouldn't have eachother.

The moment we see Will again he is just about to cry, his arms are already out to hug her.

Like this is beautiful, I can't stress it enough. Will hugging El so strongly, the two of them being surrounded by the scenery, nobody else just the two of them.

Their conversation is also telling:

Are you okay?

I'm okay

They talk about EL! Will needs to know if El is okay, he also focuses on the collar, his hands are around it and we all know he already trying to figure out a way to get it of.

Also while Will is focused on the collar El still looks at Will smiling, like she just stares at his face with so much love and relief and when he ask if she is okay she nods and her smile just becomes bigger.

Than we have a cut to Jonathan, and this moment is now focused on the three of them, we don't see Argyle or Mike or the van or the bodies we see this three as Jonathan says they have to go and get her to safety.

Than this happens:

The collar comes off and El takes it off herself.

In that moment El is freeing herself from a lot of things. From the lab, from the superhero vs monster thing, from Brenner and what he did to her, but with everything we saw she also finally ready to end her relationship with Mike.

The scene is a beautiful representation of their relationship. It came out of nowhere when El was running and in danger. There was a lot of death behind her, a lot of thing she was scared of and wanted someone to be there for her.

Mike helped her, a lot, but the relationship was more of comfort than real romantic love, they talk about how Mike is really here, as he was there for El before too, he was the only real thing in El life. The only real friend she had, the only real person she met, the only real connection to the outside world she had.

Than Mike points out that everybody is here, that they are all here, and El meets Will's eyes.

In that moment Mike helps El out again (Mike and El having a relationship after Hopper's death and the moving) and letting her go. Mike doesn't go with her, he stays where he is as El walks towards Will.

Will who cares about El, Will who loves El, Will who is the brother of El.

Will asks if El is okay, and when El says she is okay he is happy, but the coar is not off yet. No the Duffers really said; Throw in Jonathan.

And after she talks to Jonathan, after that the collar opens up and El removes it herself.

El, to be free and happy had to walk away from the relationship that was built onto fake romantic feelings. She had to walk away into the arms of the people who loved her, cared for her and will except her for who she. To be free she had to reconnect with her brothers.

I am physically unwell!

Also Also

El starts the lab story line with hair like Joyce, plaids like Hopper, a shirt that is very much like Lucas s1 attire and the white pants plus white shirt with flowers and pink at the end of the sleeves.

Plaids are just a Hopper-Byers sigil at this point. Hopper wears them, Joyce wears them, Jonathan wears them, Will wears them, El takes a piece of them with her. She has a hair like Joyce, again something she takes from them and brings with her, than the shirt that is connecting her to the party.

El takes those and puts it on her because she wants to belong and feel connected to them.

The lab takes away her hair almost immediately, than they gave her that white clothes she has to wear and in the flashbacks (i have no idea what are those really) she wears a hospital gown.

El looses them all, and she has no power over it.

When she gets away she again puts on everything that connects her to her loved ones. Plaids, the Lucas inspired shirt, the white pants and shirt.

But than she slowly gets back everybody.

Will, Jonathan, Joyce, Hop and she takes those of and all that it leaves is the white and pink and flowers, all it leaves is El, finally ready to found out who she is, ready to become the person she is, to found out what she likes.

El ends s4 ready to grow into the young woman she is and s5 will be about her fully coming into herself, and I can't wait to see it.

[sarcasticassian]

Robin, Chrissy, Vickie and Nancy are in a rock band, Robin sings, Chrissy and Vickie on guitar and bass and Nancy drums, Steve is their manager and Dustin, Steve’s little brother is their number one fan and tags along to gigs all the time, Mike is more reluctant but even he can admit his sister is kinda cool for being in an all girl rock band that slaps, Lucas is their best friend and so he comes along for the ride, holding back Dustin when he gets too enthusiastic and underfoot until he also gets too excited and they cause a small amount of chaos and Erica is an admirer of the band so she squeezes her way into events as well

Corroded Coffin are currently the world’s biggest new metal band, Jonathan is their actual manager but Max, Eddie’s little sister, likes to follow him around and tell him what she’d do instead, Will and El encourage her much to Jonathan’s dismay and Eddie’s delight, they’ve just dropped a killer album (Satanic Panic) and they’re organising a tour, Max suggests the rock band she’s always listening to and after checking out the discography Corroded Coffin agree it would be a good fit

Steve switches off his hearing aid before he tells the girls about CC reaching out because they’re all big fans and CC is a small influence on their work, Robin and Eddie share the same raspy vocal quality, and he was thankful he did because they all scream, he snarks that he’s assuming they’re up to be CC’s opener and he’ll get back to Jonathan

Max and Dustin connect on social media before the band’s get together and it’s the meeting of two of the most chaotic minds and they’re already causing trouble, I just want them to cause shenanigans and that leads to them deciding to parent trap several members of the bands and teams because then they’re forever intertwined and Dustin and Max can keep going to both of their concerts for free, Lucas thinks its a little manipulative, Mike and Will think it’s genius and El would just like to go to concerts and learn about girl power and fucking the patriarchy and Erica knows a lot about that

the adults don’t know they’re being moved around like chess pieces until it’s too late and then one day Steve sits up in bed, accidentally elbowing Eddie on his way up from where they were spooning, and he’s like those little shits they did this on purpose, it’s 3AM but he’s calling Dustin and making Eddie call Max so he has them both on the phone because he knows they did this only for the two fuckers to laugh and say they really only meant to get Vickie and Jeff together because the two of them had openly stated that they thought the other was cute, everybody else just fell into place after that so they can’t be punished but they’ll take the credit

Gareth and Argyle, who are both still happily single, neither ready to settle down, will take it to the grave that they helped the kids by passing on info about any crushes or hook ups with in the adult group, they just sip on their drinks that the kids money bought them because the information came at a price as well as their silence and enjoy the peace and quiet now that nobody is moaning about being in unrequited love or never getting laid

it went something like Vickie and Jeff started to date which made Chrissy realise Robin wasn’t in a secret relationship or pining after Vickie and Robin realised Chrissy was interested so they make a move on each other, Steve gives Robin some space to date Chrissy without him hanging around and ends up ferrying his brother to hangouts with Max who just happens to be getting dropped off by Eddie despite the fact that both of them can drive but Steve and Eddie make plans to hang out and they make it complicated because it’s them but eventually they get together properly and while all this was happening Nancy and Jonathan were slotting into place quietly but sweetly and it works and now the kids have four couples for the price of one and their favourite bends are gonna be able to collab forever

[maxverstepponme]

Do you want an honest read of what I think is happening with Max and Kelly. This is going to be very long and I don’t believe this is 100% what has happened it’s just my opinion on what might be happening. I think Max and Kelly aren’t together anymore. Seems they actually broke up some time before Miami. Kelly going to a hotel by herself/with P was right after the breakup and then she went on the solo trip with P to NYC. I think she(yes Kelly nobody likes to get broken up with) needed time to clear her head and think so she took P on a trip. I also think the reason K isn’t acting like she did with Daniil is because Max is paying her off. I’m sorry but think about it. Ever since things have been obviously bad between them Kelly has been getting bigger opportunities than she ever has before. The PatBo thing Kelly randomly became a part of and now they’re besties. Working with together all the time, acting like this is nothing new when it is. Kelly has never hung out with Patrica or Dafne this much? Now they’re doing events together, hanging out, having dinners all the time, coming to races IN MONACO? The weird hug after Miami(no kiss) and Kelly spending almost non of Miami with Max. Max for the first time ever saying something about his sweet girlfriend, which very random. The fact that he’s the one who brought it up, like oh got to remember to mention I definitely still have a girlfriend. Then Kelly went to Cannes ALL WEEK. She had the works too. For once Kelly actually could pass as a model. Why now is Kelly getting this exposure? Suddenly Kelly gets to go to Miu Miu and LV events and gets to bring a LV guy to the GP to get her foot in the door further. Max is supplying Kelly all these amazing opportunities so she has a reason to not make their break up known yet. Kelly is playing along because wtf else is she going to do but I don’t think she’s happy about it.(Obviously like I said before nobody likes to get broken up with) Kelly looked uncomfortable when Max come to hug her(no kiss two races in a row. have they ever not kissed till this year?) and her pulling away first. Seems like the situation is maybe settling in that they’re over. The maybe mistake, maybe not, apartment listing. Him and his family trying so hard suddenly to make everything looks ok after months of silence. Also this is why I think she did the weird fish thing in the hotel before NYC was because it really hadn’t hit her that they were over. Her not really posting anything about him recently, her not liking his posts, and her literally never being home. In the pictures form the Monaco Gala they are literally standing a foot apart form each other. It’s so obvious that something happened and Max probably wants to wait till summer break to announce, but preparation are already being made. The mysterious apartment listing, verstappen.com is slowed down the Kelly posts, and the weird liking habits of Vic, Sophie, and Kelly, and Max is doing everything in his power to make sure Kelly doesn’t walk till he’s ready even if means dishing out money so Kelly can play pretend wag and milk all the publicity she can. Max somewhere a long the line released that Kelly and him weren’t going to work and ended it. He and Kelly come up with some type of agreement and that is what is playing out now. It was better to give Kelly what she wants for a few months and letting her set up her “future” so he doesn’t have to suffer the media hell.

ps: I think the big decider of him wanting to end it was them getting pap’d in St. Barth with Victoria and her kids. I think this really upset Sophie and Victoria and it was an eye opener/ final straw was his mom and sister being over Kelly and distancing themselves from both of them.

It’s definitely weird. The latest interactions are weird af, but only time will tell.

[javaghoul]

Yomo January Prompts contd

6. Most embarrassing moment

Under the cut because mildly nsfw

Yomo isn't easily embarrassed. Farts in public:😐 Gets something wrong:😐 He doesn't really care. Buuut

Yomo IS also easily embarrassed - if it's regarding his personal life.

As in, his INTIMATE life.

Although there isn't one specific moment which stands out as being more horrifying than the other, there's a few which he'd rather not think about.

I imagine that when puberty hit, it was incredibly crap for him. Things were...errm..."happening", and having nobody to ask but his sister was shit...

... Especially when she "joked" about it in front of his friends when he got a little older

Hikari definitely walked in on him ✊💦 at least once

I think he lost his virginity relatively later than his peers, and it was likely orchestrated by Uta and maybe Itori

(As in they helped hook him up with someone he mentioned was "Ok" once)

So, setting the scene: Yomo and his first are at a casual not-quite-a-party at someone's house. They head off to a room, then afterwards they're greeted with eerie silence before Uta, Itori, and their band of misfits start cheering, clapping, and toasting him getting laid for the first time

Honestly though, what did he expect?

9. How long it takes him to get ready

Short answer: not long

Poor Yomo can't win. If he doesn't make an effort, Itori chides him for looking unkempt, but when he does, Itori teases him for sprucing himself up

It's not that he LIKES looking scruffy, it's just that formal clothes feel stuffy, unfamiliar, and pretentious

But say he has a date...

Obviously he's going to make more of an effort: he's going to shower properly, wash his hair, go over his beard, check his nails, cologne himself up, mess around with his hair... that in itself doesn't take too long... Maybe 30 minutes max

He's already got his clothes ready so that part's easy

But then he does that thing where he sits on the bed...

And procrastinates

And debates whether he *really* has to wear a shirt and trousers

And checks his phone just incase the date has cancelled

Then sits some more

Finally he'll get dressed, forget to even look in the mirror, and leave

(Doesn't notice until after the date has ended that he's skipped a button on his shirt. Nevermind)

[the-firebird69]

A man jumped into the reflecting pool at the 9/11 Memorial in #NYC, and ...

The two were on the job and they're doing the work for themselves and they helped make it happen and they eliminated their own people and he's trying to look like a good guy and he does not and the max use them for it and he's now a vegetable but he's saying where's the water and what is the water and where it's going it's like money is a concept and there's some people there listening and he's saying it out loud it's like money where is it going and he's playing at it he said that guy died and he died before that because of the max plan and he's a victim of 9/11 too he's mostly gone and he wasn't this angry very evil person back then he wasn't that great but he was normal kind of and they said to him when he came out and we know you died and they said this there's a list and there's a way to do it they were adding his name so they sent a picture of it to him later and see what happened to me he said you were a victim of this great big huge war caused by the max so I can feed their fat faces. And they put your name and they said there's a few of you that left and it's all your characters and said Billy Hicks is kind of around so they left it out and said we can't stand him we have to listen so he left and he didn't get arrested my son said he remembered what I said about this place and the embeds are being used on him and he sent the weight of the max and his friend couldn't help it he lost too many children to him because of them and it went on like this the crimes are so many it's ridiculous but we see you can't help yourself and they offered him stuff for him to wear and so forth and he wouldn't if someone put a towel a blanket on him and he took that later on that his friends came up with the stuff he said tell him thank you and he said and he said no thank you so he said use caution with that thing this is here we go Billy and his smiled and he said we're out of here.

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues Hera

He said to Billy Hicks he said how about that freedom center to get all that money you can throw into that hole and he said I don't think you're right but yeah so he went over there and decide to do what you wanted and he went he put in the viewer and he tried to pull some strings and he couldn't get it she's trying to call it a piece of art and you can't get it there some mechanisms are trying and they can't seem to do it so we went over there and it's not parkland it's owned by a company that's owned by one of the fish Brothers and it's not true it's owned by a person who is a warlock and it said wow how about that and together they went to him is it he wants to do that for some reason and he told us exactly where so they're going to put it there and you're going to see something and they got the plans and they've got the thing ready and they have to get up there and he says they do a short ride more luck and then pseudo empire then warlock then pseudo empire no fighting and then you go to separate ways after and they said okay but better be all hardly Davidson. And they agreed is that any other stipulations just no fighting to the whole ceremony they can argue they said good and no spitballs by Neil adamiak that's the real one right there no. So they're agreeing and they're going to do it and they can't talk with the bike nobody can do that bill could do it big Joe they said we might have to do that yes it will go slow and say there's an approach that people make when they used to get the food and also they said I'm going to do that.

We'll do that tomorrow

Thor Freya

Olympus

What he says is horrible it comes flying out of him but he's a little baby and he's a giant I can see why those people would have a little trouble they're like this guy but they're not really insulting people but it's nasty. But this is horrible we're going to go ahead and do this and it is a memorial of sorts and my sister wanted it and he said one more thing in loving memory of Queen Elizabeth II and maybe she live on somehow and we do see that by the way she knew what I was saying I got to see this stuff

Mac Daddy

I'm losing myself it's pretty bad but I don't really know what I knew but some of my people are leaving and they're leaving for good we don't know if you want Big Joe there and what you say is I don't think Big Joe can look like that that's the other guy and it is true so we're going to check it out and I don't know if it's even a monster but it's kind of hard to tell you could look at the trees and it would have scratch marks and it would look like claws and we looked at him it didn't look that way so it's starting to wonder what we're doing and we're going off now to find out and that was Trump and he's in trouble and he hears what you're saying and I said there's a lawyer fee you can have cherry cheeseman for it and tell your people you're trying so also he said wow that's horrible and he's going to work on it there's a few people who need to know and suddenly he said I was never like this and I got hurt because what they had me do and get hurt all the time and we see how it is it's like a threat

we'll be back in a moment

Thor Freya

Olympus

Im proud my husband is doing very well Hera

[pastelwitchling]

“It’s cloudy, cold and I have a sleeping love of my life in my arms, go find someone else to play your alien catcher games,” Michael whisper yelled and hung up.

When Michael had woken up to a sleeping Alex’s face inches away from his own, he’d been afraid he was dreaming. But as he traced Alex’s cheek with the back of his fingers now and Alex made a soft sound at the back of his throat like a disturbed kitten and burrowed deeper into the warmth of Michael’s chest, as the memory of what they’d done last night and how close they’d been and the time they’d taken to explore every inch of one another’s skin, for once in no hurry, a smile of awe tugged at Michael’s lips.

The wind howled outside, unable to touch them here under the heavy duvet Alex had brought over last night because he’d wanted to make sure Michael was staying warm, and Michael let his hand fall down Alex’s shoulder, his arm, silently reveling in the way Alex shuddered in his sleep and curled up even closer, leaving no room between them.

Alex must’ve been exhausted if even Michael’s quiet giggles into the crook of his neck as he hugged him unbearably close couldn’t wake him. Or maybe, Michael thought, he had worn him out last night. The thought made him bite his lower lip and press his face to Alex’s neck and inhale. He was tired himself, easily able to go back to sleep for several more hours, but he didn’t want to stop staring at Alex. He had neverseen Alex sleep before, never gotten the chance to watch him, to touch his body and watch the way he reacted even in his dreams.

At one point, Alex started twitching slightly, his brows pinched. He made a quiet whimpering sound, turning his head left and right. Nightmares. Michael remembered Alex talking about this once before he seemed to realized he’d mentioned them at all and dismissed Michael’s concerns. Because that was Alex, wasn’t it? Nothing ever hurt him. He couldn’t affordto let anything hurt him.

Michael wouldn’t have that. He pressed his lips to Alex’s ear and softly shushed him, his other finger tracing a line from Alex’s brow down to the tip of his nose and back up again.

“Shh,” he whispered as softly as he could. “You’re okay, Alex. You’re safe here. You’re with me.”

“My Michael,” Alex murmured in a breath barely quieter than a whisper, as if every part of his mind yearned for Michael to be closer, before he pushed his face into Michael’s chest hair and his breaths settled again.

“Yeah, baby,” Michael murmured against Alex’s lips. “Your Michael.”

He opened his mouth against Alex’s, leaning in to kiss him, when his phone buzzed on the counter behind their heads. Alex flinched at the sudden sound, whimpering ever so slightly, before Michael levitated the phone right into his hand and answered his sister through grit teeth.

“What?” he hissed.

“I need you at the Crashdown,” Isobel said. “Max and Liz might have a trail on Jones and Rosa’s working on hearing frequencies.”

Michael shook his head. “Great, sounds like you’ve got everything taken care of. I’ll see you in five hours.” He looked down at Alex, his naked torso, his strong arms, his rosy cheeks and lips. His mouth watered at the thought of what they would do when he woke up. “Make that seven.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Isobel said sarcastically, “did you forget that there’s an evil alien with our brother’s face going around killing people?”

“Alex has a radar set up to find him,” Michael said, unable to help the smugness in his voice. “Tuned in to his frequency and his particular signature. He’s also got an alert system set up so if it finds anything, we’ll know. That said, good night.”

“It’s seven in the morning!”

“Not for us,” he argued.

“Michael!”

“Listen, it’s cloudy, cold, and I have the love of my life sleeping in my arms,” he whisper-yelled. “Go find someone else to play your little alien catcher games,” and he hung up.

Letting his phone float back to the counter, Michael snuggled back down until he was comfortably curled up with Alex again. He was just starting to heave a long breath when heavy knocks came at the door.

“MICHAEL!” Isobel’s voice sounded. “You are not sleeping in when Rosa needs your help, OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR!”

Alex flinched, his eyes flying open this time as he sat upright.

“No no no,” Michael murmured, taking Alex’s groggy face in his hands and pulling him in.

“What’s happening?” Alex mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“It’s okay, go back to sleep, everything’s –”

“Michael!”

Alex turned in the direction of the door, brows furrowed. “Is that Isobel?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Open up!”

“What’s wrong with her?” Alex started to get out of bed.

“Do not get out of bed!”

“Guerin,” he said, more awake now, “she could need help.”

“Who cares?!”

Alex pulled on a pair of briefs, Michael’s pair of briefs, which made Michael die all over again, and opened the door to Isobel’s knocking.

Isobel’s fist was up mid-knock, and her eyes widened at the sight of Alex, half-naked, in front of her.

“Oh my god,” she muttered, “you really are here. Oh my god,” she repeated, her wide eyes raking Alex’s body up and down. Michael felt a possessiveness force him out of bed in one step. Isobel reached out as if to touch his pecs. “You – uh – sure you’re completelygay?”

Michael came in between them at the last second, keeping Alex behind him, his grip on his arm tight. “Yes,” he said through grit teeth. “Don’t touch him. Nobody touches him but me.”

Isobel raised a brow, unimpressed, and Alex sighed, a half-amused, half-exasperated smile tugging at his lips.

“Oh,” he said. “It’s one of those mornings. I’ll get dressed.”

“What?” Michael whipped around. “No, you’re not going anywhere.”

“Actually, if Alex comes, then you could stay in bed,” Isobel told Michael with a self-satisfied grin. “Isn’t that what you want?”

“I want to stay in bed with Alex,” Michael growled. “Alex, you don’t have to go anywhere, you’ve worked hard enough this week!” He stepped closer to Alex to keep Isobel from listening in, and lowered his voice. “After what happened with the Lockhart Machine –”

“Don’t do that,” Alex said, though everything about him was fond. He cupped Michael’s cheek. “I’m not made of glass, I can handle this.”

“I don’t want you to handle this,” Michael argued, gripping Alex’s waist to keep him here. “Please, Alex, I . . . just not yet. Just give us today. For me, please.”

And as always, Alex seemed able to see into his thoughts. I’m not ready to see you risk your life again, not so soon. You may be tough enough to handle it, but I’m not.

For a moment, Michael worried Alex would dismiss his concerns, tell him he was worrying for nothing. But then Alex’s shoulders fell, he gave a half, soft smile, and leaned in, kissing Michael’s lips. When he pulled back, he spoke to Isobel over Michael’s shoulder.

“Sorry, Isobel,” he said. “We can’t today.”

Isobel, who’d been watching the exchange, had her eyes narrowed, her brows furrowed in concern. She seemed to realize something horrible had happened recently, even if Michael was unwilling to talk about it. She nodded.

“Okay,” she said, then took a deep breath and repeated, “Okay. I’ll – uh – let everyone know it’s your day off. Sorry to wake you guys.” She turned, then stopped, and looked back at Alex. “So definitely gay then?”

“Get out!” Michael snapped as Alex burst into laughter behind him, clutching Michael’s shoulders to steady himself.

Isobel looked more put out that Alex was off limits than for anything else, and as soon as she had driven away, Michael shut the trailer door with his mind and picked Alex off the ground. He tossed him onto the bed and hovered above him. Alex’s eyes darkened as he gripped his arms, urging him closer.

Michael leaned in, pressing their foreheads together, taking just a few short seconds to reassure himself that Alex wasn’t on a ledge, but here, safe and sound in bed with him, before he bit Alex’s lower lip and grinded his hips down.

Alex’s lips parted in a moan and Michael took the opportunity to slot their mouths together. When he pulled back, Alex’s eyes were dazed and his cheeks were flushed.

“Guess I’m just gonna have to wear you out again,” he breathed, and kissed Alex’s eager grin.

I deviated just a little bit, hope that's okay. Prompt requests have been permanently opened, y'all, but no promises on how quickly I will deliver them.

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Chapter Two: The Middle

Pairing: eddie x f!reader

Summary: You share your darkest thoughts with Eddie. He finds a way to cheer you up.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warning: language, suicidal thoughts, mention of death, angst (reader)

Themes: angst w/ comfort, eddie comforting depressed reader

A/N: this came out darker than i intended and i apologize in advance. i’m still two episodes behind so we’ll see if i can wrap this up nicely at the end. this one goes with chapter seven: the massacre at hawkins lab! read chapter one here.

“Hey, Eddie! Catch!" You shouted, barely holding the bat-creature by its tail, before slinging it towards Eddie, who turned in time to yelp and duck.

"What—WHAT THE FUCK!? Are you crazy?" He yelled.

"Sorry! I thought we could tag team this bitch. I don't have a weapon!" You held up your empty hands for emphasis. "Nobody told me we'd be fighting fucking bat monsters!"

"This isn't a fucking game!"

"I said I was sorry—AH! Behind you!"

Eddie whipped around as the same bat-creature neared him. "Come on, come on, come on, you son of a bitch!" He swung what was left of his oar, but the creature dodged with ease. "I said come on! Let's go!" Eddie roared, and it obliged, making a sharp turn to fly back to Eddie. But Eddie was ready this time, impaling the bat right in its face before slamming it to the ground. You quickly stomped on its head. Eddie stumbled back, catching his breath when Steve grunted in the back, killing the last creature.

"Fucking hell," you breathed.

------

"What's his secret?" You glanced at Nancy and Steve.

"What?" Eddie turned, tearing his eyes away from the woods. You were on top of a boulder, overlooking the area.

"Steve. His hair. The man swam underwater, killed god-knows-what, and still looks good. It’s unfair. Like, what's the deal?"

Eddie glanced between you and Steve before giving a nonchalant "hm" and returned to the woods.

You listened intently as Steve explained the hive mind, and raised an eyebrow when Nancy mentioned her guns.

"Yeah, you almost shot me with that one," Steve approached her, and you couldn't help but swallow at the sight—he was disheveled and bandaged, yet somehow hotter than before. Eddie rolled his eyes as he shrugged off his vest.

"You almost deserved it," Nancy smirked. You cocked your head at this. Were they flirting? But didn't they break up? Eddie threw his vest at Steve.

"For your modesty, dude." He grumbled.

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The Upside Down was familiar, yet foreign; it was devoid of any color. Shades of gray consumed its surface, with traces of red glowing from the burning sky above. You've never seen hell, but you'd say this was a pretty close representation.

You were once again trailing behind with Eddie.

"Anything look familiar?" He asked, noticing the way you took in your surrounding.

"Kind of. Just the dreariness of it all. Why?”

Eddie shrugged. “Just wondering what you saw in that car.”

“What did the others tell you?”

"They tell me jack shit," Eddie admitted, expressing his annoyance. "I swear, sometimes they forget that I've been living under a rock—a tarp—for these past few days."

"A tarp?"

"It's a long story," he waved off your question, "I know that Max girl had a vision. And whatever she saw, it messed her up."

"Max..." You recalled the redhead, "that's Billy's sister, right? I remember him mentioning her a few times."

"I don't know. Maybe?"

You nodded, returning your gaze to the woods.

"I saw this,” you gestured to the darkness around you. “But it didn’t start in the woods... I don’t know when it even started, actually. I was driving back home, and I don't know when it happened. But, uh, but.." you stuttered, "Chrissy appeared. She was sitting right next to me, alive, just like that morning before she..." You ground your teeth, closing your eyes shut, dreading your final thoughts. "Everything was so normal. It was like she never left. It was so real. We talked about school, the pep rally, and her headache, and..." You clenched your fists, digging deep into your palms. Your knuckles grew white as you added more pressure. Finally, you whispered. "She said I killed her."

"Why?" Eddie whispered back, leaning closer to you.

"Because I sent her to you."

You pulled aside the car, coming to a complete stop as the colors drained from your face. With shallow breaths, you turned to your friend. You didn't flinch. You didn't scream. Only stared. The world was grey and so was Chrissy Cunningham. Her pale skin and eyes wept dark blood, brows furrowed as if she was in excruciating pain.

"Why did you leave me?" She whispered between breaths.

"I—I didn't mean to—" You choked.

She shook her head as a light whimper escaped her. "You killed me."

"No," you pleaded. "Chrissy, don't say that."

"Then why did you let her go?" A familiar voice spoke from the backseat. "Why did you go home?"

You froze, the hairs on the back of your neck standing as you turned to the rearview mirror. Dead eyes met yours, and you turned around, coming face-to-face with yourself, pale and corpse-like. Just like Chrissy. "It should've been you," she scowled, "you worthless piece of shit!"

You jumped out of the car, tripping over your foot before crawling backward, away from yourself, away from Chrissy. You ran through the woods. You didn't look back. You couldn't. Everything in you told you to fucking get out of there. And before you knew it, you were back home, in your bathroom.

"What the hell?"

You yelped as the door slammed shut behind you.

"No, no, no!" You pried at the door to no avail. "Mom? Dad?" You banged at the wooden frame. "Let me out! LET ME OUT!"

"Everyone loved Chrissy," the familiar voice returned. Tears streamed down your face as you looked to the mirror, your pale face looking back at you. "And that made you jealous," she tilted her head in mock sadness. "So you sent her away."

"That's not true! Shut up!"

"You're better off dead," she cooed. "No more disappointing your parents, your friends. You'd be doing all of us a favor. Including yourself. That’s what you want, remember?"

"I said shut up!" You shouted.

"You’re worthless!" The mirror shouted back, shaking the room. You stumbled against the wall, falling to the floor and covering your ears.

"Stop! Please! STOP!"

You shrieked as the mirror shattered. A large piece landed by your side, reflecting pale eyes.

"You know what to do..." The voice echoed.

With trembling hands, you picked up the piece, the pale eyes disappearing, replaced by your own. You’ve been crying. Eyes red and swollen, and more than anything, resigned. The shard shook in your hand. And with a steady breath hugged it to your chest, crying. “Please...” 

Four chimes resonated within the room as heavy footsteps approached you. You glanced at the door, catching the shadow beneath its creaks.

He called your name. A monstrous, low voice. "You've suffered enough..." You gasp as it rattled the doorknob.

"Leave me alone!" You cried.

Then something happened... Another familiar voice reached your ears.

‘Eight arms to hold you near my heart

Your dreams can come true

Right from the start’

You looked the other way, finding a glimpse of a portal behind the shower curtains. You saw yourself, bleeding, and Robin next to you, frantically shaking your body. You ran like hell then. The distance between you and the portal was ever-growing, but you ran and ran and ran until you finally reached the other side—

Exhaustion washed over you as the story came to an end. You pinched the bridge of your nose, holding back the tears that threatened to spill. You glanced at Eddie. His expression was furrowed with something akin to shock and pity.

“That, uh, that’s wild,” he finally said.

You let out dry laugh. “Tell me about it.”

"But you didn't kill Chrissy. That's complete bullshit.” Eddie cocked his head. “You know that, right?"

"Yeah, but I should've been there for her," you whispered hoarsely.

"No." Eddie stepped in front of you, stopping you in your tracks. "You. Didn't. Kill. Chrissy."

"I know—"

“I was there. You weren’t.”

“Eddie—”

"Then say it."

Your eyes wavered under his gaze. You couldn't do it. And he knew it.

Eddie sighed. "You said it yourself. We're going to find Vecna, and we're going to kill him. Because he killed Chrissy."

"I know."

Eddie scratched his head, mussing his raven curls. “Yeah, I'm having a hard time believing that.”

A sarcastic smile tugged at your lips when you heard Robin shout for you, throwing her hands up. What's the holdup? You waved your hand and resumed your walk. "I thought I knew myself. Thought I didn’t care, dead or alive. Because I have these voices in my head telling me shit I know already. Again and again and again." You ran a hand down your face, the weight on your shoulders growing with each confession. "I thought I wanted them to stop... Then Vecna came and I got,” you paused, “so scared. I ran.”

You traced a finger along your jacket, feeling the cassette tape inside. “And I don’t run, dude. There’s a reason why I didn’t join Cheer. That and because I didn’t make the cut.” You chuckled, smoothing out your palms, massaging the crimson imprints left by your nails. "Guess you can call that a silver lining. Lose a friend, gain the will to live another day."

Silence.

“Too heavy for you, Munson?” You quirked a brow.

“Heavy’s an understatement.” He breathed out.

“Yeah, sorry about that. Wasn’t expecting to give you my whole character backstory so soon.”

He played with his rings. “How often do you think about this? The,” he tapped his forehead, “the thoughts?”

"I don't know. They come and go. Sometimes I can ignore them," you admitted, "sometimes I can’t."

Eddie nodded.

Silence befell you two and you thought that was that. You didn't regret telling him. To a degree, it brought you some relief to finally share your feelings, even if it was unsolicited. But you couldn't help but wring your fingers as you walked by his side.

"When you’re DM,” Eddie chirped, “you have to host at least two campaigns. Get into the groove of things. Because your first one’s usually shit."

"What?" You frowned, trying to follow his train of thought.

"Host two campaigns," he held up one finger. "And you join mine." He held up a second finger.

"What are you talking about?"

"I’m making you a bucket list."

"A bucket list?"

"A list of things to do before you kick the bucket."

"I know what a bucket list is, Munson. I'm asking why you’re making a bucket list.”

Eddie shrugged. “What are you going to do after you kill Vecna?"

“I—I don’t know,” you answered, stumped by the simple question. “Research college applications? Look, if you’re doing this because of what I told you, forget it. I appreciate the gesture but I think it’ll take more than a bucket list to fix me.”

"Right. You need to talk to Ms. Kelley." He counted a third finger.

"You’re kidding.” You countered. “We all need to talk to Ms. Kelley after this.”

"Then I'll add it to mine. What kind of music do you listen to?”

"I, uh, I don’t know. I don’t really listen to music.”

Eddie placed a dramatic hand on his chest, eyes incredulous, like you just Scooby Doo’ed yourself and revealed your identity as Vecna.

“What? I listen to soundtracks. And I’m in the church choir?”

"Are you asking if choir counts? Because Jesus. That explains your song choice. Goon Squad, really?"

"Hey!" You swatted at his shoulder. "'Eight Arms to Hold you' is a perfectly good song!"

Eddie guffawed. "Yeah, we need to fix that. Come to The Hideout on Tuesday. You can watch me play. And maybe you'll find a new favorite song."

"You play?"

"Electric guitar, baby.” He strummed his air guitar.

"Huh. That's actually pretty sick."

"What else?" He wiggled his four fingers.

"I feel like that's enough."

He lazily rolled his eyes. "At least make it five."

You pursed your lips, rolling your eyes back and forth, deep in thought. Then it hit you, and you send Eddie a devilish grin. "Ask Steve Harrington about his hair," you giggled and puffed your hair, mocking Steve's volume.

"Ugh, fine." Eddie groaned, holding up his last finger. "Home-wrecker."

"I'm not a home-wrecker!"

"Are you kidding me? He's practically back with Wheeler now!"

You opened your mouth to retort when you considered his words. "There's definitely something between them. But I'm not interested in him like that!"

"Sure, whatever. It's not like you were eye-fucking him before."

"Oh, fuck off. You're just jealous." You playfully tugged at his unruly curls, missing the way his eyes widened at your touch.

"Stop that." He caught your hand, putting up a stern front. But you laughed at his face and he faltered. You were back to the girl he met in the woods—playful, snarky, and unafraid to challenge him. "I'm going tell Steve," he threatened with a smile of his own.

"Sure," you shrugged. "What's the worse that can happen? We date? We can make that my sixth thingy.”

He playfully rolled his eyes. "Or he thinks you're a freak. Wouldn’t want to be one of us now, do you?" You opened your mouth to argue but he was already off, running to Steve. You let out a huff, looking down at your hand, holding up five fingers. After a moment, you looked up, finding Eddie and Steve talking, the latter frowning at their conversation, no doubt about Nancy.

With a heavy sigh, you followed them, adding a sixth finger to your count.

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comfort crowd ! max v. x ofc (hearth sister!ofc) - tltl series

“telling you i’m fine i don’t really need nobody. but you said through a sigh that i said that lie already.”

summary: too many things happened during max verstappen's debut in met gala 2017 as sylvie's date - but it wasn't anything that he couldn't handle. after all, this was the first step to accepting their past issues - admittance. (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)(7)(8)(9)

content warning: use of explicit language, anxiety/panic attack, max verstappen and ofc being "just friends", mentions of j*s verstappen (paternal relationship issues mostly not just him), gossip outlets being crappy as ever, hurt/comfort, max's fashion choices being shit on by ofc, shakespeare reference (macbeth), mentions alcohol consumption, mentions of toto wolff x ofc (tilly marie)

note: releasing this now regardless of how many times i said i'll be updating my masterlist. character directory is now available! enjoy xx

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“That doesn’t look too bad,” Max murmured as he continued to examine the sketch in front of him. The Alexander Wang sketch taunted his creativity skills, and if he was being honest— he didn’t even think he’d have one. 

Sylvie hummed, her eyes looking down at her Pinterest board. She had just emailed her agent about the catsuit that she would be wearing, telling her that she was set and ready to go for the event. She only needed to work then she’d fly to New York as soon as the Russian GP came to an end. THAT and she needed to ensure that Max’s suit from Alexander McQueen was ready for the event as well.

“You said they’ll sew you into the catsuit?” Max asked, curious as to why Sylvie wasn’t responding with her words as he looked up. The Dutchman found her staring at her screen. 

He looked around the room and had found an elastic hair tie lying next to the papers and Sylvie’s laptop, grabbing it carefully before flinging it in her direction. She flinched at the impact of the band, making Max giggle as Sylvie glared. 

“Use your words, Emilian,” Sylvie hissed at him, grabbing the abandoned elastic before flinging it back to him. The man caught it in his hands as he continued to giggle.

“You’re the one who should use your words; I was asking you something,” Sylvie merely nodded as she stared mindlessly somewhere. Max’s brows raised, her silence prompting him to ask, “Alright, out with it. What are you thinking about?” 

His words brought her back to reality, her eyes staring at his blue ones. She asked, “Can you cut my hair?” 

“What- no!” Max exclaimed. Her hair was at shoulder length last Monaco GP, and now months later it returned to the rib cage length and continued to grow. 

She had expressed how annoyed she could be having to put it up as she often ran around the grid, media pens and paddock to communicate with other PR managers and drivers. While Max empathized with her, he couldn’t help but think that her request was nothing but obtuse. 

“Come on, Maxieeee~” Sylvie whined, begging him as she continued, “Just cut it to shoulder length and we’ll be sold.”

She was cute, indeed, but between Blanche Ford’s wrath and Sylvie— yeah no, Max would rather refuse Sylvie’s request. “No, I’m not going to cut it. Why don’t you head to a salon, instead?”

“I can save money and time if you did it,” Sylvie argued, petulance written all over her face but Max had the same look in his face. 

“You’d think that being a Ford would help you afford a haircut,” Max sassed, remembering how Sylvie had practically slandered his outfit last January. “Even Lewis could get away with his hairstyle.”

“I’m telling Lewis,” Sylvie threatened with a pointed finger, but Max continued to stare at her with a challenging look. She easily gave in as she groaned, “Come on- I don’t have time to get a haircut at a salon.”

“Yes you do,” Max scowled. “Why can’t you just ask your agent to hire a hairstylist when we get to New York tomorrow?” 

“Too much work,” Sylvie said, uninterested in his suggestion.

Max scoffed, “And you thought it’ll be a piece of cake if I did it?”

“Last resort,” Sylvie replied, her tone now showing her boredom as she sighed in annoyance.

“You are unbelievably lazy at times,” Max shook his head in amusement, pulling out his phone to text his own manager to see if they’d be able to hire a hairdresser for the event on Monday.

“I’d say a unique character,” Sylvie told him with an amused grin, her head leaning against the sofa as she looked up to the ceiling. 

“Of course you would,” Max rolled his eyes.

“What, you don’t believe me?” 

“It’s hard to believe you when you keep pulling my leg like a clown,” Max joked.

“You’re friends with a pathological liar,” Sylvie cackled, earning a laugh from her best friend. “If anything, you’re the clown for believing everything I say.”

He couldn’t help it. It was hard not to believe when you’d go to hell and back for her. They were so much like the modern day Lady Macbeth and Macbeth— except they weren’t really interested in taking over the world. It was just that Max could be easily manipulated by Sylvie (even if she doesn’t) and he’d let her get away from that. 

His thoughts were interrupted by a text from his manager as he read it. He immediately responded with a simple thank you and a request.

“Don’t cut your hair— not right now,” Max instructed Sylvie, leaving the woman to shoot him a confused look as she wondered what prompted him to say that. He continued, “My manager’s generous enough to send an email for you— just so you can get your haircut. Because you want to save some time. It only took me ten minutes to get you booked—“

“Ugh you areeeee amazing, Maxie!” Sylvie squealed, hopping off the sofa to launch herself into his arms. She wrapped her arms around him for a second, then realized what she was doing before she pulled away with her cheeks heating up.

“Yeah, I know,” Max playfully shoved her off, “you’ve said that a lot of times. But then again as you said, you’re a pathological liar.”

“You know, I was excited about taking you to New York for the MET gala— Alexander McQueen even got you a suit that I definitely hadn’t personally overseen,” Sylvie huffed out, kicking Max lightly as she continued, “But then you agreed that I’m a liar- so now I’m regretting every single bit of it.” 

“No you’re not,” Max snorted.

“You’re right. I’m excited to see you outside of your shitty skinny jeans and Red Bull polo combo.” 

“Oh so now you’re shitting on my workday outfit?” 

“Not just you— don’t be too self-conscious; even Daniel’s getting shit from me because of those skinny jeans. That man has thighs and he’s hiding them away through those ugly jeans? Ugh, seriously.”

FIRST MONDAY OF MAY 

“Maxwell! Did you fit in the suit?” Sylvie called as her eyes were trained on the reflection of the bedroom door. Max stepped out of the room with an annoyed look, but her eyes were trained on the body that wore the suit. 

She was surprised at how perfectly tailored the suit was for him. The details of his suit were intricate and had the same appearance and texture as the ones that she wore, but they have topped a black pinstriped fabric with the hand sewn lace and butterfly details. Underneath his double breasted blazer was a black silk shirt with white printed details.

The blazer had hidden away most of his sculpted upper body, but not his neck area. Wrapped around his neck was a white gold tennis necklace, glimmering under the chandelier of the suite as much as his watch did.

Cartier, as far as Sylvie knew. It was the one that she got for him on Christmas, after all. That and the Graff Diamonds wrapped around his wrist that she certainly hadn’t purchased for more than fifty grand. She definitely hadn’t bought something that expensive. Could you just imagine the stories that would come out if they realized that Sylvie’s love language was expensive gift giving?

But she couldn’t allow her eyes to linger any longer than she had as she looked up at Max’s annoyed expression. His Dutch accent rang out inside the suite quite a little bit louder that even the hairdryer was rendered slightly silent. 

“First, you called me Emilio Estevez and now I’m Maxwell?” Max scowled, leaving the woman to grin cheekily as her hairdresser plugged in the straightener. “Yes I did fit in.”

“Good.”

“I was there for the fitting, Sylvie,” Max pointed out. He stood there for a moment to have his outfit fixed by Sylvie’s stylist, ensuring that his ensemble was displaying and showing in the right places. His hair was combed back and held in place by some hair gel, Sylvie thanking whichever god had gotten rid of his hat. 

“You lose a lot of weight when you’re racing,” Sylvie shrugged nonchalantly, leaving Max to roll his eyes lightheartedly as he sat on the empty loveseat right by the window of the suite. 

He sighed, already set to go as he stated aloud, “I’m surprised Tilly’s still invited.”

“As she should be,” Sylvie chuckled, remembering how sour it had turned out for her eldest sister when she worked at British Vogue.

Ever since the gossip/news outlet Fast Lane Daily published the article about Tilly’s immediate resignation in July 2014, the publishing company received a backlash about how poorly they recognized talent. Tilly returned in 2015, but she was just a guest at the MET Gala because of her prestigious title as an owner of a major company and a philanthropist. Some even said that it was Vogue’s karma for treating Tilly as a bait to get an inside look at a luxurious lifestyle like hers. 

“You would think that with how she was treated she wasn’t going back,” Max said. “Now she’s here for what… the third time? And she isn’t just here as a staff member.”

“They didn’t think to care about who her family was,” Sylvie responded, “so when they got a glimpse of Toto in those photos, they immediately wanted to know what it’s like being a sugar baby to an older man.” 

“If they only knew,” Max huffed a little, shaking his head in amusement as he remembered how TIME magazine had officially named her the richest woman after reaching her £1.5 billion by the end of 2016.

“Yup,” Sylvie laughed, “if they only knew.” 

THE FAST LANE DAILY

SUPERMODEL SYLVIE FORD STUNS IN ALEXANDER WANG CATSUIT AT MET GALA 2017

The Met Gala 2017 was a night to remember, filled with fashion, glamour, and a star-studded guest list. Among the attendees, supermodel Sylvie Ford made a jaw-dropping entrance in a catsuit designed by the renowned Alexander Wang. However, what made her outfit even more remarkable was the fact that she was sewn into it just hours before the event, showcasing her dedication to fashion.

Prior to the gala, Sylvie also debuted a fresh haircut, which she proudly showcased on the red carpet. In an interview, she revealed that she had been insisting that her friend Max Verstappen, the F1 driver, cut her hair. However, Max, being the supportive friend he is, called his own manager to book a stylist for Sylvie. This gesture highlighted the strong bond between the two friends and their commitment to each other's success.

Sylvie Ford's stunning catsuit, crafted by Alexander Wang, accentuated her flawless figure and exuded an air of confidence and sophistication. The intricate design and impeccable tailoring showcased Sylvie's fashion-forward style, making her a true standout at the event.

But Sylvie and Max were not the only F1 personalities in attendance. Sylvie's sister, Tilly Marie, the owner of Hearth Automotive Groups, graced the gala alongside her partner, Mercedes AMG F1 Team Principal Toto Wolff. The power couple added their own touch of elegance and style to the event, further solidifying their status as influential figures in the F1 world.

Additionally, Sylvie's other sister, Stevie Marlene, a model herself, attended the gala representing Tommy Hilfiger alongside Tommy Hilfiger ambassador and Mercedes F1 driver, Lewis Hamilton. The duo made their own grand entrances, showcasing their unique styles and adding to the overall excitement of the evening.

Although the F1 personalities arrived separately and were seated at different tables, their presence at the Met Gala 2017 added an extra layer of intrigue and excitement to the event. Each individual brought their own sense of fashion and charisma, captivating the attention of onlookers and leaving a lasting impression.

As the night unfolded, Sylvie Ford, along with her F1 companions, enjoyed the festivities, mingling with other A-list celebrities and fashion icons. Their collective presence at the Met Gala 2017 showcased the strong connection between the worlds of fashion and motorsport, further solidifying their influence and status within their respective industries.

The Met Gala 2017 was undoubtedly a night to remember, and Sylvie Ford, along with her F1 friends and family, made their mark with their impeccable style and undeniable presence. Their individual entrances and unique fashion choices added to the allure of the event, leaving a lasting impression on the fashion world and fans alike.

SYLVIE & MAX: From Childhood Friends to Enemies to Long Lost Lovers. 

Sylvie Ford is the only person who doesn’t give a sh*t about Jos Verstappen— and here’s why I love her for it.

From Providing Testimonies to Adopting a Pet Together: Here’s How to Become the Max Verstappen to her Sylvie Ford.

Sylvie Ford and her friendship with Max Verstappen shows that you can be two-faced for the benefit of your own mental state. Where is the support for Max when he needs it?

She hadn’t seen any of her sisters inside the venue and she wasn’t sure how to feel about it. She could have sworn she’d seen a certain tall Austrian man, but it must have been her anxiety speaking when she turned away and didn’t see him again. She tried finding the Tommy Hilfiger table but found nada; neither her sister Stevie nor Lewis were there. 

She promised she wasn’t going to look at her social media. The story that everyone ran about her and Max used to be tame and decent. But she began regretting her decision to bring him as a date when the topic tripled across Twitter and Instagram— even TMZ had something to say about that. 

Her mind began spinning when she read the article about how she’d only bring Max along to make Abel feel terrible about himself. Her mind thought of it too much and began wondering if Max thought of it as that? 

Suddenly she felt herself shaking as she continued to recall the past few months. Moving in together, adopting a puppy, and having each other’s backs. She felt herself wanting to throw up at the thought of being nothing but a burden or something that took advantage of a vulnerable person. She couldn’t do that to Max. She had never done that to appease herself. She hadn’t done anything to take advantage of Max’s caring nature. 

But everyone seemed to see her as someone so cruel. Like she would rip everyone’s heart out. At some point Jos told Max that she didn’t care about him and that he might as well let go. Yet Max never listened, only caring about her. 

She felt disgusted with herself. She hadn’t done anything to make it up to him. She was a selfish prick, and she was here trying not to cry because her conscience continued to torment her. She didn’t deserve any help. 

She reached down to text her manager, who should be somewhere in the venue.

Sylvie: Might not make it to after party. I feel sick. 

Sarah J: Do you want me to call the chauffeur? Your sisters might look for you.

Sylvie: I’ll let them know l8r. Can’t breathe atm but pls.

Sarah: Where r u? 

Sylvie: Bathroolm west winh

She couldn’t even remember how she ended up falling off.

“Sylv,” she hadn’t even noticed that her anxiety knocked her unconscious until she felt a shake of her shoulders. The rapid beating of her heart returned when she saw Max, who had found her slumped against the wall after running around trying to figure out where the fuck west wing was. 

There was nothing scarier than finding her in such a state. Miserable, in pain and suffering. It was petrifying, not knowing how to deal with the pain should he struggle to do so in public while they take her away. He really didn’t want to see her being taken away by an ambulance. Not anytime soon. 

“Shit, good- you’re alive, good,” Max continued to swear as he placed his hand over her forehead, checking her temperature. She wasn’t too warm. Her body didn’t indicate anything about any illness— she just looked too pale.

“Fuck, fuck,” Sylvie cursed as she tried to stand, only to end up stumbling while Max supported her by grabbing her waist. “How long was I out?” 

“I don’t know, but Sarah said you’ve last texted her when she approached me— six minutes ago,” Max sighed in relief, content that Sylvie could speak. “You looked dead, Sylvie. I got scared. Do you want to head back?”

“Please,” Sylvie nodded before biting her lip nervously, “you don’t have to come along— you can stay as long as you’d like— stay with Stevie and everything.”

“It’s nice to know you’re as equally idiotic as you were a few hours ago,” Max joked. “I’m exhausted. I'm coming along.”

“Max—“

“I'm tired, I’m not going to go just because,” Max raised a brow at her. “You need to stop thinking you’re being a bother. If it makes you feel better I’m going back because I’m beat. This fucking place is full of people I’d rather not get in the mix with.” 

“I’m one of those people, bastard,” Sylvie scoffed, making Max roll his eyes. 

“You’re trying to fool the only person who’s seen you shove Mick- a three year old- to the pool when we were five and act like you haven’t? Nice try. C’mon, stop wasting time— I want to sleep and you need to get away from this stupid place.”

“We should get something to drink on the way back,” Sylvie suggested in a mutter. 

“Passing out from a panic attack doesn’t exactly call for alcohol,” Max told her off quietly, his hand slipping to hold hers as he continued to guide her towards The Great Hall, “you need your anxiety meds— not tequila. Quit being stupid. You’re too smart and pretty for that shit.”

“I should apologize,” Sylvie murmured as she wiped her face with a warm, damp cloth. She was dressed in nothing but some white tank top and striped pajama bottom, her shoulder length hair tied into a messy ponytail with strands hanging out. She was staring at her reflection while she wiped away the smudged mascara that she attempted to remove five minutes ago. 

Max leaned forward the sink while his right hand brushed his teeth, now looking at Sylvie’s reflection with a questioning frown while his mouth was full of toothpaste. 

“For being a prick,” Sylvie continued with a sigh, looking down at the stained cloth before she wiped the remains of her foundation. Finishing off, she started her skincare routine and washed her face. “You’ve done so much for me this past year— or years, whatever. And I’ve done fuck all for you.” 

Spitting out whatever it was he had, Max gargled and rinsed off his mouth. “Was this about the articles that just came out?” 

“Not really,” Sylvie denied. 

“Yes it is,” Max chuckled, wiping his mouth with a clean towel. “Why are you apologizing for that?” 

“I just explained why,” Sylvie’s eye peeked at him while she continued to massage her foam lathered face. “Or are you trying to get an ego boost from my humiliation?”

“No, I’m genuinely asking why,” Max replied, now setting his toothbrush down and leaning against the counter while he watched his best friend rinse her face with warm water. The Dutchman handed her another clean towel, watching as the Red Bull communications coordinator patted her face dry. “There’s no reason to apologize.”

“Are you deaf or just obtuse?” 

“You weren’t being selfish, if that’s what you’re getting at,” Max pointed out. “You were upset at me for years. You left the academy because of me—“

“I was expelled.” 

“And you never asked for any help,” he continued nonetheless, earning a heavy frown from the woman. “In no way you’re selfish. I’m giving this support because I want to— you didn’t ask for it.” 

“I still was rude to you,” Sylvie justified. 

Max chuckled, “Nothing new but alright.”

“Max Emilian,” Sylvie scolded him.

“I’m joking,” Max pinched her cheek, making the model swat his hand away. “You didn’t ask for help, which isn’t selfish. The only selfish part of it was that I never had the chance to fix it. I lost my best friend because of it.” 

“Teenage angst must’ve sucked us all in, huh,” Sylvie rolled her eyes with a huff. “It does suck. Not being able to tell you about university and all that. I went through four years of not seeing Victoria and spending my time with Lando. But, if you think of it now— I’m still around you, no?” 

“Not in the track,” Max muttered, guilt written all over his face as he continued, “you should have considered the academy’s offer to review your performance.”

“Meh,” Sylvie murmured, “it’s a waste of time. I’m way past my academy days, Max.” 

“Never too late for the track to have the first woman to ever drive the RB17.” 

“I’ll stick to my routine,” Sylvie shook her head. “It’s less traumatic. It’s bad enough that I see—“

“I know, I know,” Max chuckled.

There was a long pause between the two of them, staring at each other for a moment before Sylvie turned away. She then looked back at him with, “Thank you. For coming with me instead of flying back to the Netherlands.”

“I was just spending my time with Dad before we could fly back to England,” Max waved her off. “It’s nothing big.”

“Sure it is,” Sylvie scoffed, “he’s still your dad.”

She hadn’t needed to utter the words not a good one because they both knew the truth.

A strong feeling haunted the two of them so much they wondered how to make the first move. 

They knew each other too well that they’d know how to act when they even try something new. But they didn’t know their hearts well enough to trust the instinct that they had. They knew that it was easier for them to make the move and be with each other already. 

They were practically together. The only thing that they missed was the label, and the fact that everyone around them already knew what they were as a whole. Everyone rooted for them, but for some reason, moving forward wasn’t too… easy. 

As if they’d rather love each other without putting it out there. It’s such a shame that they’re still proving people right that things would never work out the way everyone wanted it. 

At least they’ve admitted how much they missed each other. It was a step forward. 

[samdeancass]

Friends with Benefits

Requested on Wattpad

Pairing: Scott x OC, Derek x OC, Isaac x OC (brief)

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Characters: Scott, Stiles, Derek, Isaac (briefly), Erica (briefly), Allison (mentioned), Kate (mentioned), Braeden (mentioned), Liam (mentioned), Kira (mentioned), Max (OC)

Words: 2,742

A/N: Max (OC) is Stiles' twin sister.

Description: After being unlucky in love with Derek and Isaac, Max falls into the arms of Scott.

Being Stiles’ twin sister was hard work. Max had to live with his incessant need to be annoying all day, every day, and to be honest he was beginning to drive her up the wall. Stiles always felt the need to be nitpick at everything that she did, which he knew annoyed her to no end. Sometimes, your dad, the Sherriff, had to pull you off Stiles because of how much he had angered her.

“Seriously Stiles, can you not go one day without annoying me?! You’re like one of those tiny bugs that you can’t see but is buzzing around everybody.”

Stiles pressed his hand to his chest mockingly. “Max, you cut so deep. How could you say that to me? I’m your brother!” A smile played on his lips when their father stopped Max from pouncing on him.

Although, if it wasn’t for Stiles, Max would never have met Scott. The three of them have been inseparable ever since they met. Scott had been there through everything Max and Stiles went through, especially the passing of their mother. After that, a solid friendship was cemented between the three of them. That’s why Scott trusted Max wholly with the fact that he was a werewolf. At first, she was a little hesitant but after some coaxing from both Scott and Stiles, Max grew more comfortable with it which made her trust in Scott grow stronger.

However, when Max met the mysterious new friend of Scott’s, her whole world changed.

“Err, Scott. Who’s that?” Scott and Stiles both turned in the direction you were looking. “That’s Derek. Derek Hale. He’s a werewolf, like me.”

Max couldn’t take her eyes off  Derek ,who was leaning against his Camaro. There was something about him that drew her towards him. Before she knew what was happening, Max’s feet began to carry her towards Derek, a fire in her chest.

When Derek seen Max making her way towards him, he stood up straight and kept his eyes on her, as if he was entranced. “Hey, I’m Max. Stiles’ twin sister.” He took your outstretched hand and gave Max a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry about that.” “HEY! I’m right here!”Both of them erupted into giggles at Stiles’ reaction and stared at each other for a while before Derek broke the silence. “So, do you know about everything that happens in Beacon Hills?”

Max nodded. “I’ve known for a while. I’m not gonna lie, it scares the shit out of me, but there is no way I’m going to let my town come under attack.” Derek nodded appreciatively before opening the passenger door of his Camaro. “Want to go somewhere else and get to know each other?”

Max turned back and looked at the two boys who were flirting, very badly, with girls two years older than them. A wide smile crossed her face before nodding. “Hell yeah!” Derek laughed at her enthusiasm before closing her door and making his way around to the drivers side.

Max’s feelings for Derek blossomed over the next few months but she wanted to keep them secret, so their friendship wouldn’t be ruined. However, during a fight with Derek, this secret was let slip.

“You need to stop fighting with Scott, Derek. Please. All he’s trying to do is keep this town safe!” Derek slammed his fists down on the table and turned to Max, his red eyes shining bright. “And what the hell do you think i’m trying to do, eh?” Anger was beginning to bubble in the pit of Max’s stomach.

“You really think that killing people is helping this town? Because it’s not! By doing this, you are pushing everybody away, including me. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to lose you!”

Derek’s eyes shone brighter as he walked over to Max and grabbed her shoulders. “I’m only killing the bad people, Max! Why can’t you understand that?! I’m doing this town a favour!” 

A tear was threatening to slip down Max’s cheek as his words sunk in. “How can you think that killing people is the right thing to do? I thought you were better than that, Derek! I need you to be better, I need you to change!” 

“Why? Why do you need me to change?! I’m perfectly fine the way I am!” The anger was beginning to bubble more; to the point that Max blurted out the one thing that she wanted to keep secret.

“Because I love you!” Max slammed her hands over her mouth as the last word was said. Loud cackling came from behind and Max turned around to see Erica walking towards them. She turned back around to Derek, who was staring at her in shock, before running out of the Hale House and into the forest. 

For the next week, Max avoided anything to do with Derek. That was, until he decided to break into her house one night. 

Max’s eyes shot open when she heard the sound of her bedroom window being opened. Carefully, she grabbed her lamp off her bedside table and hid at the side of the window, ready to attack the intruder. As soon as she seen two feet on the floor, Max swung the lamp towards the person.

“Ow! What the hell was that for!” Max walked closer and seen that the intruder was indeed, Derek Hale. “Derek?! What the hell are you doing sneaking into my room at 1o’clock in the morning?!”

“Well, I was hoping to talk to you about something, if you wouldn’t mind.” Derek nursed the back of his head whilst he took a seat at the bottom of Max’s bed. “What makes it so important that it couldn’t wait until morning?” Max took a seat next to Derek and examined the back of his head. 

“I wanted to tell you before I lost my nerve.” Max quirked an eyebrow at him, clearly interested in what has made Derek so nervous. He took a deep breath and turned to Max. 

“I know I should have told you this straight away, and I’m sorry that I didn’t. I just wanted to make sure that what I am feeling for you is genuine because.... I care about you too much to hurt you. I guess, what I’m trying to say is that I love you to. But we have to wait until you’ve graduated. It won’t look very good if a grown man is dating a high school student.”

Max stared at Derek with watery eyes and a large, beaming smile. She placed both of her hands on his cheeks and leaned in to plant a passionate kiss on his lips. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” 

A playful glint was evident in the corners of Derek’s eyes. “Yes, yes I do.”

Around a month after confessing her feelings to Derek, Max started to date Isaac. It was going so well at first. Max was beginning to develop feelings for Isaac as well as Derek. She loved being in Isaacs presence and he made her feel safe. However, all of that fell apart when Max found out that Isaac had cheated on her with Allison on their 6 month anniversary. After, Max had a fling with Aiden. This relationship wasn’t serious and it quickly ended when Aiden was killed by the Oni.

Max has been single ever since and she only had a year and a half left until she could graduate high school and finally be with the one man that she has always wanted. However, she didn’t know that the plans that she and Derek made all those nights ago was going to come crashing down around her.

Max had heard through the grapevine that Derek was dating Braeden, which she was absolutely fine with, until he left with Braeden after the pack had saved Scott from Kate and the Berserkers. 

She was left heartbroken and through herself into her school work and the pack to keep her mind off Derek. Max became more focused on helping Liam hone his new werewolf abilities as well as helping him study for school. Stiles was, well Stiles. Scott was determined more than ever to keep the rest of the pack in Beacon Hills which is why he was broken when Kira left to gain control of her kitsune powers.

One night, Max and Scott were ‘studying’ for a huge maths final that was coming up. Laughing and giddiness filled the room as the two of them messed around on Scott’s bed. “This is the most fun I’ve had in a while. Thanks, Scott, I really needed this.” 

Scott turned to Max with a beaming smile. “Anything for my best friend.” Max cocked an eyebrow at him. “I thought my brother was your best friend.” Scott placed a a finger to his lips. “Shh, it can be our little secret.”

They both lay down on the pillows and stared at the ceiling, content with each others company. “I’ve missed being with somebody like this, just having fun.” Scott turned to Max, his head resting on his arm and a warm smile on his face.

“I forgot to ask, how have you been since Derek left with Braeden? I know how much you cared for him.” At this question, Max’s whole demeanour changed and she stiffened up, still bitter about everything that had happened to her. 

Scott sensed this change and immediately sat upright, concern written all over his features. “I’m sorry, Max. If you don’t want to talk about it, it’s Ok.” Max shook her head and sat up. “It’ll do me some good talking about it. I’ve kept it bottled up for so long, I’ve grown to resent what me and Derek had.”

Scott scooted closer and wrapped a comforting arm around Max’s shoulders as she began to talk about how the events had affected her. “I just feel as though I’m not good enough for anybody. First, Isaac cheats on me and then Derek leaves me when he promised that we’d be together when I graduated, which isn’t to long away now.” 

Her head hung low at the thought of graduation. What once was a happy thing to look forward to was now something that she resented as it would remind her of something that was never going to happen. “I’m never going to be good enough for anybody. I’m better off away from everybody, where nobody can get bored of me. I’m just something that people can have before they find something better.” 

A low growl left Scott’s mouth as the last few words came out of Max’s mouth. Out of the blue, Scott grabbed Max’s face with both of his hands and kissed her. Max immediately melted into the kiss, running her fingers through his chestnut brown locks. Tongues began fighting for dominance as the kiss became more heated. Scott placed his hands on Max’s waist and heaved her onto his lap so she was straddling him. Max’s hands left Scott’s hair and travelled down the back of his neck and around to his chest. 

She began to tug at the bottom of his shirt, indicating that it needed to come off. Taking the hint, Scott broke away and took his shirt off, throwing it onto the floor. One by one, more clothes came off as the kiss developed further. A pile of them were at the foot of Scott’s bed, and both him and Max were naked in front of each other.

Max lay down on the bed as Scott manoeuvred himself on top of her, his eyes travelling the whole of her body. “So beautiful.” He leaned down and placed a loving kiss on her lips. One of his hands began to massage one of Max’s breasts, which made her groan into the kiss. Scott chuckled at her response and began to kiss down her body, leaving small hickeys in places that nobody could see, all while his fingers were flicking her ever growing nipple.  

He stopped kissing just before her pussy which caused Max to whine. “Please, Scott. Don’t stop now.” He flashed her a devilish smile before disappearing inside her, his tongue lapping circles on her clit. Max felt the familiar sensation brewing in the pit of her stomach and she was desperate to get her release. “Scott...more....please.”

As if her knew, Scott ceased his actions and wagged his finger at Max. “Did you really think it was going to be that easy?” Max gulped as his eyes flashed a deep red. He chuckled at her silence and he slid two fingers into her, her juices acting as lube. Max’s face was in bliss as Scott’s fingers moved faster and faster inside her. He slid in a third and a fourth finger and a smile crossed his face as he felt her walls beginning to pulsate around his fingers. 

Scott slid his fingers out and crawled onto her once again, sliding his long length inside of her. Max’s walls stretched to the maximum as she adjusted to his size. He was the biggest that she had ever taken and she was looking forward to the fun they were going to have. 

Max gave Scott a nod before he began moving inside her. His movements were slow at first, careful not to hurt you, but soon after his alpha side took over. Scott fucked her into the bed, screams of delight and pleasure leaving his lips. His hands wrapped around her hips so tight that he was sure it was going to leave bruises. 

Max could feel herself coming close to her release, so she grabbed Scott’s shoulders and squeezed as her walls clenched around Scott’s length. He released after a few more pumps and came, loud profanities leaving his lips. 

Scott pulled out and lay down next to Max, pulling her into him. A thick sheen of sweat covered both of their bodies as they both lay there, heavily breathing. A loud vibration sounded from the nightstand and Max reached over to answer it. She talked for a while before hanging up and gathering her stuff to leave. Stiles was on his way home and he had offered to pick her up from Scott’s as she had left her car at home. 

“I’ll see you later, Scott. Stiles is coming to pick me up.” Max left the room without looking at Scott and walked down the stairs, out of the front door. Stiles was already waiting for her by the time she had got out. Max opened the passenger door to the jeep and threw her stuff in the back before hopping inside.

“How did it go?” Max shrugged. “You know, same old boring school work. Nothing new.” Stiles nodded in agreement before starting up the jeep and driving the journey home.

The next day, Max was stood at her locker at school when Scott approached her. She kept focused on the stuff in her locker and kept packing her bag, completely ignoring him. Scott let out a small sigh. “Please talk to me.” 

Max took a deep breath and closed her locker before turning to him. She tried her best to keep a straight face but the puppy dog look Scott was currently wearing was too much to handle and Max smiled at how adorable he looked. This made Scott smile, small dimples revealing themselves in his cheeks. However, that smile soon faded and concern grew on Max’s face.

“What’s wrong?” Her head cocked to the side as Scott shuffled his feet. “Do- do you regret what happened between us?” Max blushed at the question and shook her head. “Nope, do you?” He also shook his head. “Of course not, but I am a little scared that Stiles will hit me with his bat when he finds out.”

Max laughed. “Do you really think that I’m going to tell my overprotective twin brother that I had sex with out best friend?” Scott then laughed and shook his head. “I guess not.” 

Scott and Max carried on their conversation and came to a realisation that, since they are such good friends and they don’t want to ruin that relationship, they should be friends with benefits. 

Both of them were extremely happy with this arrangement. They kept it a secret from the pack and Stiles, of course, but when Max was alone she had lots of fun with the Alpha.

Tags: @stellastyless​