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parrish-the-thot · 2 months ago

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A continuation of this post I made

I imagine Steve genuinely doesn’t think about Eddie, like at all. Besides the occasional “what is he yelling about in that table” or “ Munson actually showed up to class” or once in sophomore year he thinks “how much does Munson charge for an ounce of weed? Would he take a $50 for an ounce” which causes Eddie to wait around all day at the picnic table wishing for some shmuck to offer $50 for just an ounce, but no one shows up (Steve had to go pick up Dustin after school and didn’t want him to find weed the weed when he inevitably starts going through Steve’s car)

The lack of soulmate thoughts really irks Eddie, because he knows his soulmate is in Hawkins, but he never thinks about Eddie, like at all??? Positively or negatively?? Eddie jumps on more tables, he blares loud music from his van, he is in a band, he is the drug dealer for all the teens in Hawkins and all his soulmate thinks is “why the fuck did Munson double park his van, I’m going to be late looking for a parking spot now” it absolutely drives him crazy.

He eventually figures out his soulmate must be a jock of some kind because one day he hears “what is Munson doing under the bleachers?” when some sports team is let out of playing with balls practice. He is briefly heartbroken his soulmate isn’t a nerd like him, but then spends the night thinking about how a certain fluffy haired jock could play with his balls anytime.

Steve isn’t not thinking about Eddie on purpose, but they just don’t run in the same circles, so he doesn’t really think about him too much, just in a genuine, “I don’t know them, don’t interact with them, so I don’t really think about them” sort of way. Especially after befriending the kids, Steve’s focus goes to keeping them safe and being a babysitter instead of finding his soulmate.

Steve’s experience with his soulmates thoughts is completely different. Starting in middle school he heard his soulmate think he was cute which he thought was nice. As he got older his soulmate would still think he was cute, but also handsome or pretty which, he doesn’t know any girls who call their boyfriends pretty but ya know, he can roll with that. He thinks he will have to roll with a lot of stuff, since hai soulmate seems to into a…a lot of interesting things, to say the least. Steve has dated a lot of girls but none of them seemed to want to rub their face in his chest hair like his soulmate did, who also wonder is Steve was that hairy everywhere which- he was but he didn’t think a girl would want to know about that.

He would be in the middle of a basket ball game and he hit with a 15 minute monologue about how wonderful his ass looked in “thise little green shirts that ride up his ass in the best way” and how his soulmate “wanted to be those shorts” causing Steve to miss three different shots. Also with all this wildly kinky stuff and even general sex things Steve has never heard of or thought about he figures he should become more knowledgeable to better be prepared for his soulmate.

One day when Steve is cleaning up a drink he spilled in the cafeteria and heard “god Harrington looks good on his knees, bet he would look even better with my cock in his mouth” figures chances are his soulmate isn’t a girl at all.

With not much else to loose and a new door opened up to him, Steve starts spending time thinking equally horny thinvs about different guys he sees in class, just to see if they will react to what he is thinking. This is how he figures out Eddie is his soulmate.

Steve notices eddies table is getting a little rowdy, as is always does before Eddie gets up on someone’s table and he rants about jocks and preppy girls while stepping on people’s lunches, Steve thinks “what if comes over here, spits in my stretched out hole, and fucks me right next to Heathers Halloways tuna sandwich”

Eddie, whose soulmate didn’t even think about Eddie that one time his car got spray painted a fit was all the school talked about for a week, was NOT expecting that at 12:30 on a Tuesday and promptly trips on a chair and slams face first into the lunch table, breaking his nose.

Eddies friends rush him to the nurse and Steve is torn between this being a sign Eddie is soulmate or Eddie just clumsy, Steve has seen him walk into a door twice, so he don’t 100% sure. Steve decided to test this anytime he has a clear viewpoint of Eddie and starts thinking the most horny, kinky things possibly about Eddie to see if Eddie reacts proves he is Steve’s soulmate (also revenge because Steve had to go through years of Eddie horny pondering interrupting Steve during important tasks games or tests so Steve figures he should pay that forward during eddies dungeons and dorks games)

#Eddie trying to remain cool and mysterious as a dungeon master while hearing the most filthy things imaginable #steve at home looking at his watch like #oh it’s 4 Eddie it starting his game now I should start thinking about the different ways I would let him fuck me in his nerd throne #eventually Steve will come forward like 👋 hey it’s me your soulmate #I thought it would be funny if Eddie is thinking something kinky while in the library #and Steve just goes over to him like you know choking someone like that during sex can be dangerous #and Eddie is there like what the fuck what the fuck how did you-what #but I think it could be dinner that depsite sexy thoughts bringing them closer it’s Eddie bashing on sprouting Steve likes #like abba or something that makes Steve speak up #and Steve is like hold the fuck up abba is great why would you think it’s prep garbage #Eddie is there like :0 while Steve goes in a rant about Eddie not truely being minded about people liking different things like he claims #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #just a drabble #stranger things #soulmate au

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emeraldscript · 2 months ago

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i come bearing gifts!

2.4k of alien max. maxiel. daniel has a bad night and max is the only thing that helps. (all of alien max verse here)

Daniel steers his car into the driveway, kicking up dust behind him. When he sneaks a glance over at Max, he's finishing his slushie from the beach, looking out the window happily.

"It's getting a bit late already, wanna have dinner?" Daniel asks.

"Sure Daniel, I will try and fix the communicator," Max returns.

They make their way inside, Daniel making a beeline for the freezer to see if he has any leftovers that would do.

Max on the other hand, spreads out his supplies and starts deconstructing his communications device into the tiniest bits.

Daniel won't even try to comprehend what's going on and turns towards the stove.

After dinner, Max continues working on his project and Daniel puts on Netflix, spreading out on the couch. He settles on some reality show he started a while back and is only half watching, intermittently turning back to watch Max work. He's intensely focused, taking apart little metal plates and replacing them. He's also taking apart some of the cables he bought, using the single copper threads to connect bits.

Sometimes, when he's frustrated he makes a clicking noise. Daniel's not sure whether that's just his equivalent of a huff or if he's cursing under his breath in alien. It's endearing either way.

Eventually, Max groans loudly, pushes his hands into his blonde strands and slides down the barstool.

"I think I give up, it's not working," Max says, looking downtrodden.

"It's okay, it's getting late anyway. Let's just go to bed, hm?" Daniel says.

"Okay, Daniel," Max agrees.

Max mentions that he'd like to soak in the bath for a bit before going to his human bed so Daniel lets the bath run while he takes a quick shower and brushes his teeth. He's just crunching some gel into his curls when he sees Max hovering by the cracked door in his mirror.

"C'mon then Maxy, I'm done. Goodnight, yeah?" Daniel says and lets Max into the bathroom.

He is just settled into his bed, adjusting the pillow when he hears the faint sloshing of water in the tub.

He closes his eyes and wills his brain to stop imaging Max stripped bare, soaking in the bath, one leg propped up on the side of the tub. Yeah, awesome Daniel. Not thinking about it is definitely working.

Daniel turns, trying to find a comfortable position to try and fall asleep in. It's not been the easiest of late. After a few minutes of trying to clear his mind, he turns onto his front and buries his face in the pillow. He chances a glance at the clock on his bedside. Great, 50 minutes have already passed.

Eventually, after much tossing and turning, he must fall asleep. The next thing he knows he's sitting upright in his bed, heart hammering in his chest, trying to gulp down a breath. His chest hurts, it feels all tight and achey. His lungs feel like they're on fire. He feels a wet sensation on his lower arm, like a raindrop.

He looks around. He's inside his room. That doesn't make any sense.

When he turns to his other side, he sees a figure half hunched over the edge of the bed. More panic spreads in his chest and he scrambles towards the other side of the bed.

"Daniel," a calm and steady voice asks.

Max. Oh thank fucking God. It's just Max.

"Breathe with me, c'mon, just like earlier," Max says.

Daniel hears a deep breath echo through his darkened room and he tries to follow, he does, but it's not really working. He hears his breath stock before any air can even really enter his lung.

"And again, c'mon," Max instructs.

Daniel tries, he does, but it's not doing anything. He squeaks out a sound. It sounds distressed even to his own ears. Then, Max climbs onto the bed and takes Daniel's hand with his dripping wet one.

It feels like a shock to Daniel's system, but it helps. His lungs stutter and finally let some air in. Max runs his damp thumb over Daniel's hand again. Just like before in the store. It feels familiar and calming.

Daniel lets him, eventually lies back down, sideways, facing Max.

Max climbs into the bed too, settles next to Daniel and keeps running his thumb back and forth on the back of Daniel's hand.

At some point Daniel huffs out a laugh. "Did you lie down in my sheets soaking wet, Maxy?"

"Yes, it's much nicer like this, actually. Less dry and itchy," Max confirms.

"I'm glad," Daniel murmurs.

"Just go to sleep, Daniel, I will be here," Max says.

"Yeah?" Daniel asks.

"Hm, I'm not going anywhere," Max says, like it's the most normal thing in the world.

Like it's not an insane thing to say to someone you've known for a couple days. But the thing is. The thing is that Daniel believes him. Max is so fucking sincere with his words and actions and intentions. There's no second guessing. It gives Daniel whiplash. He's not been used to that level of sincerity over the last few years.

So Daniel does just that, focuses on the repetitive motion of Max's fingertips on his skin and closes his eyes.

He falls into a dreamless sleep.

Daniel wakes with a start. He hears someone walking up the stairs. The fifth step from the top creaks loudly, like it always does.

Daniel looks over at the bedside table. The clock reads 9:54am. This has to be the longest he's slept in weeks.

He hears a familiar voice drift through his bedroom door "Danny, don't tell me you're still sleeping," his sisters voice sounds through the wood.

Daniel tries to sit up but he realises he's being held down. He looks over and Max is lying on his spare pillow, jaw slack and lips puckered in his sleep. Max has his hand wrapped around Daniel's wrist. Probably from where he's patted Daniel to sleep last night.

He's so fucked.

Michelle barges through the door in that exact moment, yelling "Wakey, wakey, Daniel!"

When she takes in the scene in front of her, she stops in her tracks, breathes out a fuck and turns back around, slamming the door behind her.

All the commotion stirs Max out of his sleep. He lazily blinks his eyes open, pupils little slits that expand rapidly in the relative darkness of the room.

"Hello, Daniel," he says sleepily, voice shot. His hand around Daniel's wrist gives a slight squeeze and almost, as if out of instinct, his thumb starts its back and forth movement again, calming Daniel.

"Everything okay? You smell slightly off," Max asks, rolling his face into the pillow underneath him.

"My sister just walked in on us," Daniel says, resigned.

He'll never live this down, especially when she properly sees Max.

"It's okay, I'm of course happy to meet her," Max says.

That startles a laugh out of Daniel.

"Yeah? No cold feet?" he asks.

"I am obviously happy to meet your family, Daniel. It's very rude not to, considering everything," Max says.

"Everything?" Daniel asks.

"Yes, of course. It is only proper. My mother raised me better than that. They should meet me," Max says, as if that explains anything.

Daniel has that nagging feeling in the back of his head that he's missing something major.

"Max, what do you mean exactly? Before what?" Daniel asks.

In that moment, Michelle knocks on the door again.

"Get decent in there, yeah? I'm putting some coffee on downstairs. And don't even think of making a run for it out the window, I want to meet you so I can never let Danny live this down!" Michelle half-yells through the door.

"Jesus, Mish!" Daniel yells back.

He hears her cackle and then her footsteps retreat down the stairs.

"She seems nice," Max says from beside him. He has not stopped running his finger over Daniel's wrist. Daniel doesn't want him to stop.

"She's an asshole," Daniel says through a laugh.

"I'll go down for now, do you want to wake up properly and join us in a bit?" Daniel asks.

"Sure, I'll just get dressed," Max says.

He gives Daniel one last squeeze, rolls off the side of the bed and frees himself from under Daniel's covers. He only wearing the shorts Daniel gave him yesterday. His chest is bare. Daniel tries not to stare, he really does but Max looks broad and toned, under a thin layer of squish. And his pecs are, quite frankly, obscene. They bounce with each movement and Daniel feels his mouth watering.

Daniel gives himself a shake, gets out the bed and wills his morning wood to go down.

When he enters the kitchen, Michelle is placing a cup under the coffee machine.

"Morning," Daniel ventures.

"Very good morning, actually," Michelle responds.

"Oh shut up, Mish," Daniel says.

"You know I won't," she sing-songs.

"I can explain, okay, it's ehm-" Daniel tries.

"Dan, you really don't need to explain. It's fine that it's a guy. I don't care. I just want you to be happy, hm?" she says. The look on her face is really sincere. Daniel doesn't know what to feel or say in response to that.

He settles on "thanks, but ehm, it's a bit more complicated than that. Just don't freak out, yeah? Promise me, please."

"If this is a gender thing that's of course fine, too, Dan," she says, swapping out the cups now.

Daniel hears the stairs creak. Max is coming down. Before Daniel can say anything else, Max enters the kitchen. He walks straight past Daniel, making a beeline for Michelle, who is just fiddling with the pressure of the coffee machine.

"Hello, you must be Daniel's sister. It's an honour to meet you, I'm MX.V331 but Daniel calls me Max," he says, folding his hands together in front of him and giving Michelle a slight bow.

Daniel can see the exact moment Michelle registers first Max's eyes, then his pointy ears and then the Enchante t-shirt with the hole at the collar from Daniel's first ever collection. It's his favourite t-shirt and he's refused to throw it out despite his last girlfriend begging him to get rid of it for years.

She throws Daniel a questioning look but recovers well and holds her hand out to Max. He looks a bit lost, throws a forlorn look back at Daniel who just nods encouragingly. So Max mirrors Michelle and they shake hands.

"Nice to meet you, Max," she says.

Max smiles back at her and then makes his way to the bar.

"So, Max, tell me about yourself. How long have you known my brother?" Michelle asks to break the silence.

"Well, he pulled me out of my crashed plane about two days ago, so about that long," Max says.

"Crashed plane, oh my god! Are you okay? What did the police say? Dan, what the hell why didn't you call?" Michelle asks alarmed.

"Well, uhm," Daniel starts.

"Well, Daniel said that the alien police might come and get me so I've been wearing a hat to hide," Max says matter of factly.

"Alien police," Michelle says. She pauses. Daniel fiddles with his cuticles.

"You're having me on, right? You just picked him up in cosplay after a Star Trek convention, right? Please tell me this is some fetish thing. I won't judge," Michelle says to Daniel, throwing her hands up.

"No can do, I'm afraid. Maxy here is a full fledged humanoid alien I picked up in the desert. Kinda sick, eh?" Daniel says, putting his arm around Max where he's sitting on the bar stool.

"Also you know damn well there are no conventions happening right now, nerd," Daniel needles.

"You're being serious?" Michelle asks.

"He is," Max pipes up, smiling his big, crinkly smile up at Daniel.

"Prove it," Michelle says.

"Would you be so kind, Max?" Daniel asks.

Max nods and goes to the sink to wet his hand. He splashes some on his neck as well for good measure.

"Go on," Daniel urges his sister.

She approaches Max with skeptical look on her face. Max points to his neck where his gills are opening and closing. He also holds up his hand where his webbing is more visible now.

"Oh my god, oh my god!" Michelle shrieks.

"Don't be fucking rude," Daniel scolds.

"No, it's not that. Aliens exist, oh my god," she says. "This type of shit would only happen to you, Dan."

"You're technically not meant to know, so please can you-" Max starts.

Michelle just envelops Max in a hug in response. Max looks frozen in place and stands there, stock still, while his sister hugs him tight.

"Of course, not a word," she says.

"Well, I mean, shall we have breakfast then?" Daniel asks.

+++

After breakfast, Daniel suggest that Max try out the pool and he's living his best life splashing away in it. He lamented the stinky acid smell before dipping his toe in but he seems to be enjoying himself now.

He's currently sitting at the bottom of the pool and has been down there for a good three minutes.

Daniel and Michelle are sitting on the sun lounger, enjoying another coffee.

Max had wrinkled his nose at the proposition after trying it earlier and doing his best to not spit the whole gulp back into his cup. No coffee for Max. Daniel has taken note.

"So," Michelle starts.

"Don't," Daniel responds.

"Daniel," Michelle says.

"It's not like that. He's," Daniel says, motioning towards the pool. Max is still sitting there at the bottom, legs crossed and eyes open, Daniel is pretty sure.

"Don't lie to me. I've known you all your life remember?" Michelle snorts out.

"I'm not lying. I can't. He's just lost and stranded. And I'm helping him. I'm nice like that," Daniel protests.

"He's weird," Michelle says.

"Hey!" Daniel shouts, affronted.

"You love weird! Plus, you were sleeping together, literally. Cuddled up," Michelle responds, throwing Daniel a look.

"Max is just. He's different. He doesn't understand our customs and it doesn't mean the same thing to him," Daniel say.

"Fuck that, he looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky. And he would know. That's where he's from," Michelle says.

"Human standards don't apply, Mich. He's not from here," Daniel says.

"But you are, and they do mean something to you. Don't even try your bullshit with me, Dan. I know your tells," Michelle says.

"You have no idea what you're talking about," Daniel tells her, fiddling with one of the pebbles Max gave him yesterday in his short pocket.

#the sun was shining so alien max sprouted in my mind once more #i missed him #f1 fanfic #maxiel #maxiel fic #maxiel fanfic #maxiel rpf #f1 rpf #f1 writing #max verstappen #max verstappen fic #daniel ricciardo #f1 #maxiel au #alien max au

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