#the opposite with max Jesus

[cloudishmagma]

Doodle corner

I got bored in class so I drew funky men on the margins of the pages.

Order of satisfaction: Xav, max, seth and James

I really like the james eve combo but damn its hard to draw him consistently

I also have some Genshin impact and pinterest sketches but I'll post them tomorrow.

Funky men ----> @hotpinkmoon 's OCs for their VN

[hannie-dul-set]

WHAT’S WRONG WITH CEO PARK?

p — PARK SUNGHOON x gn! reader. g — ceo! sunghoon and secretary! reader, humor, romance. w — swearing, sunghoon being a weirdo, a misplaced marriage proposal. 1.3k words.

requested by — anon: menace to everyone but you x the opposite of that.

note — i hate the cold angsty male ceo trope. so instead i turned ceo hoon into a weirdo that's a little bit too in love and doesn’t understand the concept of workplace boundaries which stresses you the fuck out!!

when you got promoted from being assistant secretary thanks to your ceo’s former secretary resigning, your co-workers did not throw you a celebration.

“you called for me, mr. park?”

instead, they threw you an advanced farewell party. it was nice working with you, said the cake dusted with stray confetti on the day of your promotion. they’re celebrating your inevitable resignation. they’re sure you’re going to follow suit after you predecessor within three months max because according to them—

“yes.”

your boss, park sunghoon, is the nastiest fucker in the planet.

“take a seat.”

you gulp, making cautious steps into your ceo’s office. he’s signing a stack of documents while you take your sweet time delaying having to sit in front of his paper-stacked desk, setting them aside the moment you sit down, sharp eyes immediately zeroing into your soul, and you start sweating.

there’s a bet on the line on when you’d eventually quit. today marks your fourth month here, and you’re pretty sure heeseung is going to win because you are in fact this close to sliding your pre-written resignation letter over his desk, adding onto his pile.

not because he’s terrible, like they all say. not because he’s temperamental.

“sunoo told me you were sick,” sunghoon starts. “why did you come to work today?”

but because you fear your boss might be a little bit in love with you.

“is...is that the only reason you asked for me?” you hesitantly say, picking on your cuticles and trying to avoid eye contact because the concern drowning your boss’s expression is just enough to drown you as well.

“you don’t look well,” he avoids your question. of course you don’t look well. you’re very, very uncomfortable right now and the main cause of that discomfort is him. “you should go home. i’ll tell jay to drive you.”

you’re pretty sure jay isn’t going to be happy with that. 

“mr. park—”

“i thought i asked you to call me sunghoon.”

your mouth is left hanging open. you’re flabbergasted. you take a second to recollect your thoughts. “...mr. park. sir,” you emphasize. you should at least be the one reminding him of your hierarchical roles at the moment. sunghoon looks upset that you’re not abiding by his request, but says nothing in protest so you continue. “i ran out of sick leaves. and there’s still so much work to do, i can’t just go home.”

“you ran out? well i’ll just give you more.” sir, that’s not how it works. “and jungwon can take care of your work. you should go home and rest.”

jungwon wouldn’t be too happy with that either. you feel your stress levels rising, headache incoming, because he’s just not listening to you. this crazy bastard, you think to yourself.

but maybe you were thinking a little too loudly.

“can you say that again?”

you slap a hand over your mouth with a gasp.

“say it again.”

you’re fucked. you just called your boss a bastard right to his face. “i’m—i’m so sorry, mr. park, i didn’t mean to—” but maybe that’s a good thing because that means you wouldn’t need to debate about resigning if he’s gonna fire you. “i apologize. i’ll accept any punishment you’ll give me.”

“no, say it again,” he hums, sounding a little too happy after being called crazy and a bastard, and you get a bad feeling. a really bad feeling. “i felt like we just got closer because of that. swear at me again.”

there’s a smile playing on your boss’s face. 

“i— i don’t think that’s appropriate, sir.”

jesus christ, he’s a bit more in love with you than you thought.

“why not?” when sunghoon gets up from behind his seat, circling out from behind his desk to lean back against it right in front of you instead, you start fearing for your life. he looks at you, arms crossed in disappointment, and he looks a little too good with rolled up sleeves and slim-fit slacks. 

crap, were you just checking out your boss?

his crazy is rubbing off on you.

“you have no trouble with swearing at and laughing around with the others,” he says. “why can’t you do the same with me?”

he is not normal, you think. thankfully not out loud this time. “sir, you’re my boss. i’m just your secretary. there’s a big gap there. i can’t just treat you the same way as i do with my co-workers.”

your boss takes in your words. he remains quiet with a stoic face for a few moments, and with each passing second of silence, you feel half a year of your life being shaved off. “ah,” he finally makes a sound after a good minute and a half. “should i give you a promotion, then?”

oh my fucking god, he’s nuts.

“boss, there’s an urgent thing you need to—”

“did i permit you to enter my office?”

your eyes widen, slapped in the face by a whiplash when your fellow secretary jake suddenly pops into the office, only to be cut off by the sharp glare and icy tone of your boss. jake’s hand doesn’t leave the doorknob when he nearly stumbles in shock with a stack of papers pressed to his chest. you see the look on his face. it’s the face of someone who’s about to get royally fucked over.

“n—no, sir. but these documents are—”

“then why are you in my office?” holy shit. so this is what they meant when they said ceo park is a bitchy demon from hell. jake looks like he’s about to piss himself. you’ve never been on the brunt of his temper— likely because he’s biased and has feelings for you, which has always felt burdensome. but now you’re a little thankful because you’d probably cry if he snapped at you like that.

“i’m sorry, i’ll leave now. i apologize.”

with that, jake makes his hasty retreat, and you’re once more left alone with your crazy boss. 

“where were we?” he says. “oh, right. your promotion.”

you’re starting to feel dizzy. 

“i’ve never liked how seojoo handled things. you can take his spot as the sales department head.” you have to stop him. you have to stop him before he actually fires a competent employee and gives you their spot as a courtship gift. “wait. i think you’d prefer working in HR actually. it’s a shame ms. kim is going to lose her position, but i can just—”

“mr. park—”

“sunghoon,” he cuts you off. “call me sunghoon.”

you look at him, exasperated. “sir,” you say. “i don’t think this is right.”

sunghoon raises a brow. “you don’t like HR? which department would you prefer then?”

you can’t. you can’t do this anymore. you make the mistake of letting your eyes wander out of stress, because they inadvertently land on the shiny gold glint of his nameplate, which is a terribly bad move following after his question because sunghoon notices, and sunghoon gets the very, very wrong idea.

oh, no. oh, no no no no no—

“i see.”

he doesn’t! he doesn’t see! you aren’t coveting his seat! you just want to go back to work and stop dealing with your insane and far too in love with you boss!

“i’m afraid i can’t give away my position as ceo,” he tells you. you swallow, shutting your eyes because you don’t want to acknowledge the mess you’ve just accidentally made, but your lack of vision definitely doesn’t interfere with your sense of hearing.

what you hear next sounds clearer than you’d like it to be.

“how about the position of being the ceo’s fiancé instead?”

that’s it.

“i will be getting back to work now, mr. park.”

there is something very wrong with your boss. it’s not in your job description to fix him.

WHAT’S WRONG WITH CEO PARK? © hannie-dul-set, 2023.

[artiststarme]

Dead or Alive

After Spring Break, no one could find Eddie Munson dead or alive. His Uncle Wayne, the angry mob, even the police couldn’t locate him so everyone assumed he was dead. Some grieved his loss but most celebrated his apparent demise believing it to be what he deserved after killing Chrissy, Fred, Patrick, and Jason and hurting poor Max Mayfield.

Once the town recovered enough, Wayne bought a headstone for an empty grave and dutifully washed off the new graffiti that appeared each day. The kids of the Party mourned the loss of their idealistic Dungeon Master and disbanded Hellfire Club out of respect to him. And Robin and Steve disappeared to Steve’s empty house to grieve the loss of a friend (or so it seemed).

Because while everyone thought they were grieving and finding support in each other, they were actually caring for Eddie’s wounds and watching gay movies on Steve’s couch. They are junk food, cuddled in front of the TV, and appreciated being alive.

Steve couldn’t be around the party because he was supposed to be broken-hearted but it was the opposite. While he left the Upside Down the most recent time with more scars, both mental and physical, it also gave him everything he’d ever wanted. It took him away from the job he hated, gave him more time to spend with Robin, and it gave him a prospective boyfriend.

He felt bad keeping Eddie a secret away from the kids and his uncle but he had no other choice. Until he and Robin could brainstorm a logical explanation for his innocence and return from the dead, it’d be the three of them in hiding. Which to him, wasn’t a bad thing. Between the love of Robin and Eddie, his house felt less like a crypt and more like a home.

After a few weeks, they’d all gotten used to their solitary. Imagine their surprise when someone walks in on the three of them watching the Rocky Horror Picture Show right on the scene of Rocky showing off his fishnet clad calves. Imagine Officer Phil Callahan’s horror when his eyes landed on an injured homicidal maniac sitting half on his brother’s lap while drooling over Tim Curry. And imagine Steve’s mortification when his brother stood unmoving in the doorway of the living room with one hand on his hip and the other held over his open mouth in shock.

“WHAT IN THE FUCK IS EDWARD MUNSON DOING IN OUR PARENT’S LIVING ROOM?!” Phil shrieked, his face going red in barely concealed rage.

Steve, Eddie, and Robin all spoke at once.

“Is he? Oh my goodness, I didn’t notice. Steve, Eddie is in your house!”

“It’s just Eddie, you piece of shit.”

“Ok technically, I can explain.”

Phil just looked at them like all three of them were insane. “HE’S A KILLER!”

“No he’s not. He’s just a metalhead, Phil.”

“What is that supposed to do with anything, Steve?! I don’t care that he’s a metalhead, I care that he murdered at least three people in a week!”

Steve shot up from his seat so he was nearly eye-level with Phil. “Woah, he did not! I was with him the entire week and neither of us killed anyone.”

Phil just shook his head in confused exhaustion. “Is he dangerous?”

Steve looked him directly in the eye, “no! He didn’t do anything and he’s one of my best friends now.”

“Fine. I’m not dealing with this shit tonight. You,” he pointed at Eddie, “don’t kill anyone. And Steve, do not wake me up before ten AM unless someone is getting killed. Jesus Christ.”

He stomped up the stairs, grumbling under his breath the entire way. Meanwhile, Steve sat back down next to Eddie and gave him a small smile. “Well, that went better than expected.”

Eddie looked at him in disbelief, “did it Steve? Did it?”

(It, in fact, did not. The next morning, Steve had to tackle Phil away from the phone when he tried to call the chief and then had to hold him down while Robin rambled the entire story in an impressive four minutes. He only gave up once Steve threatened to disappear himself and Eddie (and Robin) forever without ever contacting Phil again.)

Should I make this into a longer fic? Let me know in the comments please!

[oh-stars]

Unspoken Habits

Love Is Silently Passing Them A Pickle Because You Know It’s Their Favorite.

a @steddielovemonth prompt | 733 words | CW: N/A | Rating: G

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It’s been forever since they all got together. Steve’s got an arm slung over Robin’s shoulders and is leaning toward Max to talk shit about Mike, while Eddie’s squished between Dustin and Nancy on the opposite side. The rest of the party surround the table, laughing and talking so loudly he’s not even sure if you could call it that anymore. 

As nice as it is, Eddie feels a little bad for how rowdy they are in the middle of a restaurant. Thankfully, it doesn’t last too terribly long once the food comes out. 

“Okay,” their waiter says as he brings out two others with big trays of food, “help me out here.” 

It’s an ordeal to get everyone’s orders where they need to go, but once it’s settled, they all start to tuck in. 

Eddie’s squirting ketchup all over his fries when he looks up to see Steve’s plate has a pickle on it. His chicken fingers didn’t come with a pickle. Dammit. 

Steve’s not even looking, still listening to Lucas’ story about the game he had the other day. He just picks up his plate and holds it out for Eddie. 

Fuck yeah! Eddie plucks the pickle off Steve’s plate and takes a big bite, then sets the rest down on the edge of his basket. 

“Can we please talk about the new player’s handbook that came out?” Dustin says, muffled around his straw. 

“I haven’t picked it up yet,” Eddie admits. 

Dustin groans, then launches into a full comparison of the last version and this new edition. Which brings Mike and Will into the conversation, too, and soon they’re all debating about the merits of all of the editions, which one is superior and the best in both the standard and advanced games. 

He’s so lost in the topic that he nearly misses Robin handing Steve her pickle. 

Eddie’s got a mouthful, chewing faster so he can correct her mistake because Steve doesn’t like pickles. He doesn’t like a lot of things, he’s almost always handing Eddie something at every meal, whether it's olives or pickles or green skittles. 

But then Steve stops him in his tracks and takes the biggest bite out of the pickle. 

What the fuck is this?

Eddie turns away from the nerd talk to lean forward, mouth finally free to talk. “What was that?” 

Steve raises an eyebrow and puts the pickle down on his plate, hanging off the edge so it doesn’t touch his remaining fries. “What was what?” 

“That!” Eddie points to the pickle.

Robin looks like he’s lost his mind and she may have a point, but the input isn’t necessary. “Is he not allowed to eat? Jesus, Munson.” 

“Not pickles, he’s not,” Eddie says. “You hate pickles.” 

Steve’s cheeks go pink as he shakes his head, fringe bouncing on his forehead. He’s bashful when he meets Eddie’s eye. “No, I don’t,” he says softly. 

“What do you mean?” Eddie asks. It’s like the world has turned upside down (no pun intended) and he’s left marooned on an island of imposters. The fuck is this?

He shrugs and leans forward a little, mirroring Eddie’s posture as they rest their crossed arms on the table and try to get a little closer despite the distance. “I like pickles, Eds. I’m sorry you had to find out this way.” 

“Oh fuck you,” Eddie says half-heartedly. “Since when?” 

“Always?” Robin interjects. “You guys have been together for almost a decade! How do you not know that he loves pickles?” 

Steve’s face gets even redder. 

Eddie feels like he’s been shot, the ultimate betrayal playing out before him. He clutches at his chest. “Stevie?” he squeaks out. 

“I’m sorry,” Steve says, reaching a hand across the table. 

“Then why do you…” 

Steve just smiles. “You love them.” 

“That’s it?” 

“That’s all that matters,” Steve says softly. 

“Can you two stop being all sappy for like two seconds? Some of us are trying to eat,” Max says, nearly snarling with disgust (even though her eyes are all gooey so it doesn’t land the way she’s hoping for). 

Steve laughs and takes his hand back. He winks at Eddie from across the table before turning back to Robin to talk in their weird twin language. 

Dammit, he really loves this man. With his stupid winks and silly sacrifices. If that’s not true love, Eddie doesn’t know what is.

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Thanks to @lady-lostmind for betaing!

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[rainylana]

“I just wanted to be cool like you.”

Eddie Munson x reader

summary: wanting to impress eddie, you try to start smoking. he doesn’t care much for it.

this was requested by @snoopysavv thank you for requesting! i hope you like it<3

warnings: language, smoking, reader and eddie are friends but both have cute crushes on each other:) first kiss ( just a peck on the lips lol) fluff to the max, insecurities, innocent reader, mentions of parental death. do i think eddie would give a shit if u smoked? no, lol, but for the sake of this fic, he does;)

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You didn’t belong in their group. You were a complete and polar opposite of them all. You didn’t like the things they liked, and they didn’t like the things you did. You didn’t listen to the same music or like the same movies. Yet, there you were, tucked between Gareth and Eddie on the sofa in Jeff’s basement, Eddie’s legs in your lap and cigarette smoke blowing up your nose.

The room was dark, your faces illuminating with the glow of the tv screen in front of you. You were watching The exorcist, and absolutely terrified. You hated horror movies, hated them all, but they loved them, and talked you into watching one. They just happened to pick the scariest one on the market, and you were not enjoying yourself. You hugged the bowl of popcorn close to your chest, pressing your back into the couch so you could disappear and not have to watch it anymore.

Your jaw hung open when little Regan’s head began twisting around, and when her mother was slammed across the room, you jumped ten feet high, screaming and sending popcorn all over the floor.

“Jesus!” Eddie screech, his legs bouncing up as he jumped from your scream. Everyone began cackling, and Gareth reached to pause the tv with the remote. “Not enjoying the movie, kiddo?” Eddie smirked, taking his legs off your lap as he turned to you.

“No!” You panted, covering your face with your hands. “It’s awful! Why would you make me watch this!”

“Hey, we didn’t make you do anything!” Gareth laughed, poking at your hands. “You said you wanted to watch it!”

“Well, I changed my mind now.” You huffed, pulling down your hands to reveal your flushed face.

“Aww,” Eddie pouted his lip, craning his neck to look at your terrified face. “She’s embarrassed, boys. What do you say, babe, should we put on Splash again?”

“Oh, god, no not that shit!” Dustin cringed, picking up the pieces of popcorn all over the floor. “Too romantic for me.”

“Me too!” Jeff chimed in, looking through his movie collection. “I say we watch The thing! That one isn’t too scary for her! Y/n, what do you think?”

“I don’t want scary at all.” You muttered, leaning back against the couch. Eddie smirked and patted your leg.

You came to Hawkins High your freshman year of Highschool. After your dad had died of cancer, your mom wanted a fresh start, thus brought you to Hawkins. You were terrible at making friends, stumbling over your own two feet on your first day trying to find all of your classes. You stuck out like a sore thumb, and Eddie had found you immediately that first day in the cafeteria.

“Boys, I think I found another lost sheepy.”

You did not look the part at all, and hellfire wondered why Eddie had taken such an interest in you, why he thought you belonged with them. While they wore ripped jeans and leather jackets, jewelry and tattoos with cigarettes hanging from their mouths, you wore your pink, plaid skirts and white button ups, hair pulled back and tied with a silk bow.

You were an outcast just as much as they were, and really not as different as you believed yourself to be. Eddie had invited you to sit with his table that day. They stared at you like fresh meat, because they all thought you were extremely pretty, and every one of them were crushing hard on you. Eddie was captivated with you, in a sense. You seemed so…so shy, so scared. It was cute. Fuck, Eddie thought you were cute. He’d take that to the grave. 

That was two years ago, and you were lucky enough to call the boys your best friends, especially Eddie. You didn’t play dnd, but you always watched them play, and you’d bring them snacks and bake cookies for them, which they’d thank you by giving you sloppy, mouthful pecks on your cheek in gratitude.

You did feel guilty sometimes though, because you didn’t want to feel like a tag along. You knew they loved you, but you were only human, and you had insecurities. Especially when it came to Eddie. He was so…cool. Frankly, he was badass. You wanted to be like him. He held a special place in your heart. He was your best friend. He’d helped you through a lot when it came to grieve. On particular hard days when your mom couldn’t get out of bed, he’d show up at your window, frowning at your tear streamed face and climbing through to hug you.

You were too young to know what love was, too young to know that you were falling in love with him, but you had. You truly loved Eddie.

Two hours later, Splash had ended, Dustin applauding loudly with a wide smile.

“I love that movie!”

“Bullshit.” Eddie scoffed, adjusting his eyes to the light that Jeff had switched on. “You said it was too romantic for you, Henderson. Or did seeing Daryl Hannah’s ass change your mind for you?”

“Fuck off.” He pulled his hat over his face, laying back down on his pallet on the floor.

“You awake down there, sweetheart?” Eddie smiled coyly down at you, your head laying on his shoulder, socked feet against Gareth’s ankles.

“Mhm.” You mumbled tiredly, rubbing your sleepy eyes. “I love that movie. It’s so sweet.”

They all quietly chuckled at you. “Yeah.” Eddie nodded. “I suppose it is. Come on, why don’t I take you home?” He patted your hand and groaned as he stood, dragging you up by your bicep.

“Sorry, about the movie guys.” You frowned, pushing your hair away from your face as you bit back a yawn. “I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”

“Don’t worry about it, y/n,” Jeff waved you off. “Make me some more of those pretzel brownies and we’ll call it square.”

The room hummed with laughter and you nodded, saying goodbye to everyone as Eddie patiently waited for you by the door. “You know you don’t have to bring us stuff every time we hang out, right?” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, the cold night air smacking you in the face as you left Jeff’s house.

“I know, but I feel bad.” You shrugged your shoulder, walking to his van and leaning against his side. “You guys baby me.”

He punched out a loud laugh. “You ever think that maybe you just make us soft?” He nudged your side, smiling when he got a tiny squeal from you.

“Yeah, right.” You blushed. “The Hellfire crew going soft for little ole’ me? I highly doubt it.”

Doubt it, if you must, but it was true.

And there, again, sunk in doubt, insecurities about how different you were them, from him. You were not the kind of girl that he spent his time with, it didn’t make any sense. There were often times you had thought of doing something drastic just so you could fit in more with them. While there personalities and energies screamed metal and alcoholism, yours singed ballerinas and finger sandwiches.

You had tried talking yourself into getting a tattoo, but nearly fainted on the drive over. You thought about piercing your nose, but got sick at the idea. Hell, you were a pussy.

The click of Eddie’s lighter snapped you from your thoughts, and his van door was now in front of your face, creaking loudly as he opened it for you. You watched as he pulled out another cigarette, tucking it between the lips you always daydreamed about, and you couldn’t help but wonder. “You need a camera for that.”

You narrowed your eyes, blinking hazily up at him. “Huh?”

“To take the picture.” He leaned back on his heel, tapping his fingers against the van door. “You know, so it’ll last longer? You need a camera, sweetheart.”

You burned red and scoffed, shaking your head. “Oh, sorry. Was just thinkin’.”

“Bout?”

You felt idiotic asking. Humiliated, even, but you didn’t know what else to do. You hated the idea of inhaling the smoke, but Eddie looked so cool when he did it. “Can I try?” You pointed to the stick between his lips.

He narrowed his eyes. “The cigarette?”

“Yeah.” You breathed, shifting your weight. “I just, I don’t know…I wanna try it. See what it’s like.”

His brows shifted into amusement, and he dropped his arm from the van. “Just last week you were saying I was starting to develop smokers cough? Now you wanna try?”

“Well, you do!” You pursed your lips. “Jesus, you sound like my grandpa’s chainsaw!”

He rolled his eyes and waved you off. “So then why do you have such an interest now? This isn’t some reverse psychology to get me to quit, is it?”

“No, no,” You huffed, growing more embarrassed by the second. “I just wanna try! Please!”

He gave you a weird look, but forced a chuckle as he looked down. “You’re the boss.” He bent his wrist to offer it to you, and you straightened your height as you took it, examining the little glow torch between your fingers.

Here goes nothing.

“Never mind.”

Before you could even place it between your lips, Eddie had snatched it from your fingers, a cringed look in his face. “Hey!” You whined. “What was that for?”

“I don’t like it.” He said distastefully. “Looks weird.”

You scoffed, raising a brow accusingly. “I thought you said I was the boss?”

“Changed my mind.” He gave you an innocent look, placing his hands on your shoulders to turn you around and push you toward the van.

“Eddie,” You groaned, hopping in, waiting till he climbed in the other side. “Why won’t you let me try it!”

He sighed in annoyance, disregarding his seatbelt. “Cuz it’s not…I don’t know, you. You don’t smoke, y/n.” He gave you a pointed look.

“I just wanted to try you idiot!” You huffed, crossing your arms.

He smirked at your defeat, turning on the ignition. “Nah.”

•

“Can I please get a pack of Marbolo lights?” You tapped your fingers anxiously against the gas station counter, holding a ten dollar bill between your fingers.

“ID?” Was all the gruff man said.

You complied and pulled out your identification, biting your lip in anticipation. You hadn’t let this whole smoking thing go. It was all you could think about for the past two days, watching closely as Eddie, or anyone in hellfire for that matter, smoked their carton loads of cigarettes. You knew you weren’t going to like it. The smell alone bothered you sometimes, but you’d grown mostly used to it now.

Still, you wanted Eddie to see you, once you’d gotten the hang of it, of course. Your plan was to smoke one a night, making it easy on yourself so you could go slow, then surprise him. Maybe it was embarrassing, but it excited you. You wanted to be cool like him.

Eddie had to work late tonight, so you knew there wasn’t a chance of him coming over, so that gave you the opportunity to practice. All day at school you’d nearly been smiling the whole time, excited to make him proud. You didn’t get why he freaked out and wouldn’t let you.

Later that night, after you’d finished all your homework and visited with your mom, you’d changed into your silk pajamas and closed your door for the night. You pulled your hair back into a clip, some pieces falling out of place, and you pulled out the pack of cig’s you kept hidden in your drawer. Your mom wouldn’t necessarily be mad at you, but you didn’t want her to worry over you. She had too much on her plate these days.

You read the back of the box carefully, growing nervous at all the warnings and instruction labels. You opened the tab and smelled them, scrunching your nose at the familiar scent. It reminded you of Eddie. You knew this was pathetic, when you really thought about it, but you were so boring compared to them! They played in a band, for shits sake! Made their own club! All you did was golf with your grandpa on Sundays. You had invited Eddie to go with you once, but his response had been nothing enthusiastic.

“Not to be rude, y/n, but I’d rather watch paint dry.”

You searched through your dresser to find your candle lighter, getting situated at the end of the bed. You placed the pack down beside you, holding up a cigarette in front of you. You gulped, hoping you wouldn’t be sick all night. You lit the tip and watched it glow, setting down the lighter. “Shit.” You cursed. “Come on, you big baby, just do it!” Not sponsored by Nike.

You shakily placed it between your lips, trying to recall how you saw Eddie do it just hours before. Inhale.

Absolutely panic shot through your body, and you jumped up, clawing at your chest as you coughed violent strings and spews, smoke blowing from your mouth and burning your chest. “Oh, god!” You cried through coughs.

You braced yourself against your dresser and your chest heaved, still coughing, your body recoiling at the foreign substance you weren’t used to. “Jesus Christ!” You strained. How could they do that all day? “That’s disgusting!”

“Y/n?”

You jumped at the taps on your window, flinging your arms up and whirling around. Eddie was outside your window, kneeling on the roof with a smile plastered on his beautiful face.

Damn.

Your eyes widened, hurriedly putting the cigarette out against the dresser and waving the smoke away. “Shit!” You cursed, your actions making his eyes widen.

“Holy fuck, y/n, are you smoking!” He exclaimed, voice muffled through the class.

“No!” You grabbed your perfume bottle and began spraying chaotically, ignoring his shocked expression beyond the window pane.

“Let me in!” He knocked on the glass. “Jesus Christ-”

You grew hot and red in embarrassment of being caught, and you swallowed roughly as you turned and drifted swiftly to the window, unlocking it and lifting it up. You backed away to give him room, curses falling from his lips as he struggled to get his long legs in. He huffed when he got in, adjusting his jean jacket as he cringed at the overpowering scent of your perfume and cigarette smoke.

He pursed his lips at your red eyes and pale, sickly face. You hadn’t liked it. “Well, I hope you learned your lesson.” He scoffed. “The hell you smokin’ for?”

You looked down shamefully and crossed your arms. “I don’t know!” You exclaimed, face burning red. “I just- I just wanted to try it! I don’t get why it’s such a big deal!”

“It’s not.” He shook his head. “But it is when the person behind the cigarette is you. You don’t smoke, y/n.”

“I know, I know!” You started to get upset, pushing yourself away to sit on the bed, turning your back to him. “I don’t smoke! I don’t play in a band or play dungeon and dragons! I don’t have tattoos or- or piercings! You don’t have to keep reminding me all the damn time.” Your voice had cracked and you turned away from him, staring at the floor. How you wished a meteor would come crashing through your roof right now.

“Hey, hey, what’s this about?” He followed you, eyes squinted in a loss as he rounded the bed to see your face.

“Nothing.” You dismissed, turning your neck so he wouldn’t have to see your watering eyes. “It’s nothing.”

“Well, it’s obviously not nothing, y/n.” He stood there, face molded into a look of confusion and concern. “You’re crying.” He deadpanned. “What’s going on?”

“No, I’m not.” You mumbled, turning your neck further away.

He rolled his eyes at your dramatics, crossing his arms. “You turn that pretty neck any further and you’re gonna end up like that little girl on the exorcist.”

You cringed at the memory and groaned, getting a small chuckle from him.

“Come onnnnnn, kiddo, tell ole’ Eddie what’s got you all worked up.” He plopped down beside you, smacking your knee as he tossed an arm around your shoulder. “Is it shark week?” He snickered when you whined, burying your face in your hands, elbows resting on your knees.

“I thought you had to work.” You muffled between your fingers.

“Yeah, well, I got off early,” He tapped your shoulder with his fingers, drumming them like he was at band practice. “And I thought I’d check in on my favorite girl. Doesn’t seem like she wants to see me though.” You could hear the playfulness in his voice, and it calmed your nerves.

“Come on, y/n, talk to me.” He nudged your knee with his. “What’s gotten into you, huh?”

You blinked away your embarrassed tears, sighing shamefully into your hands. “I just…I just wanted to be cool. I’m such an idiot.”

“Cool?”

You cringed deeply, setting up and briefly glancing at him. “I’m just…I’m just so different compared to you and the boys. It’s embarrassing. I just thought that maybe I could..” You fiddled with your fingers, voice meek and small.

“Yeah?” He tilted his chin down to see you.

“I just wanted to be cool like you.” You looked up at him through your lashes. “And I- I just made a damn fool of myself.”

Eddie stared at you oddly, examining your features to try and scan your sincerity. This was completely out of your character. He wasn’t sure what to do. “Y/n…I don’t know where this is coming from. You know you’ve got all of us wrapped around your finger, right? Why you feeling so down about yourself for?” He chuckled breathily, trying to be gentle with you.

“Cuz’ your my best friend.” You said bashfully, barely being able to keep eye contact with him. “I don’t want you to be embarrassed around me. I just wanna be more like you.”

“Hey,” He frowned, his hand going to your thigh, the other still around your neck. “I’m not embarrassed to be around you, y/n. You don’t have to feel like you’ve gotta change yourself to suit me, kiddo. I love you just the way you are. You’re perfect.”

You blushed at his words, blinking slowly as you sniffled. “Really?”

“Mhm.” He hummed, bringing up his thumb to catch a single tear. “Besides, don’t want you getting smokers cough, now do we?”

A smile pulled at your lips, and he smiled with you as he held the back of your neck. “There she is.”

You two sat in a comfortable silence, relaxing in each other’s presence as you calmed down. You tucked a hair behind your ear, a permanent blush on your cheeks. His hands had not left your body.

You could see him barely smirking out of the corner of your eye, and before you could excuse yourself to relieve your nervous bladder, his fingers cupped your chin and turned you toward him. Your eyes met his brown once, full of mischievousness and care.

Then, he giggled, breaking out into a full smile, pulling you close to place a loud, noisy and playful kiss against your lips. Your eyes widened and you choked on your breath, lips parting when he broke apart. “What- was that f-for?” You stuttered.

He let go of your chin, licking his lips to remember the taste of your cherry chapstick. “Just tryin’ to prove you’ve got me wrapped around your finger.”

[evanpeterswhoresblog]

Old Friends (pt. 2)

Max Cooperman x f!reader

warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, oral female receiving, dom max, underage drinking, underage smoking, rough sex, drunkish sex, pretty smutty guys you are warned

summary: after what happened between you and max, you can’t stop thinking about it… but he hasn’t called you since. whats gonna happen when you go back for a much smaller gathering?

word count: 3.3k

a/n: i’m finally back after like 4 months… hope this was worth the wait ;)

~~~

Your heart is racing. You’re in the back of Baja’s car. You, her, and Jake just pulled into Max’s driveway. It’s been two weeks since the Fourth of July party, two weeks since you’ve seen or heard from Max. You’ve been waiting for him to reach out, for him to tell you he doesn’t regret it and that he wants to see you again. But he hasn’t. You know he’s changed; you should’ve seen it coming, but it still hurts you that he was so willing to throw away your entire friendship for a one-time thing.

“Y/N? Come on, we’ve been sitting here for like five minutes get moving,” Baja says, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You nod and get out of her car. Did Max know they brought you to this hangout? Baja told you it was just going to be like the old days again. However, you doubt it’ll be like old times given what happened. The four of you were going to get crossed and watch movies. Max’s parents weren’t home again, so you guys are going to have the place to yourselves. You’d be excited if you weren’t already so nervous.

You follow Jake and Baja to Max’s door; you can hear your heartbeat in your ears, your stomach is full of nervous butterflies. You wish you didn’t agree to come. The only reason you did was because if you didn’t, Baja would’ve suspected something happened between you and Max. She already knew you hooked up with a guy at the party, but you refused to tell her who. You felt bad lying to your best friend, but it’s better this way. You didn’t want anyone to know about what Max considers to be that one mistake, it would make things awkward. So, you kept it secret.

After a few seconds of standing at the front door, Max opens it wide. He greets you all with a warm smile, but you can see the way his eyes shift when they meet yours. All you can think about is the way those same dark eyes looked into yours in his car, it’s all you’ve thought about for the past two weeks. But now, seeing him in front of you, makes it ten times worse. You regret coming.

“Finally, you guys are late,” Max says.

Jake pats Max’s shoulders and laughs. “Sorry, Baja took forever as usual to get ready. Then we had to get y/n too. But we made it.”

“Yeah, yeah, get in,” Max replied, pushing Jake inside.

“Nice to see you again Max.” Baja smiles and follows Jake in.

Max’s eyes meet yours again as you slowly enter. You don’t know if you’re glad or upset at the fact that he doesn’t say anything to you. It doesn’t matter. You brush it off and follow Jake and Baja into the living room. Max already set a few bottles of alcohol on the coffee table along with some cups. The sight makes you happier than ever. You jump onto the couch and start to look more specifically at each of the bottles.

“Jesus, you already want to get drunk?” Baja asks with a small chuckle.

You look back at her and nod. “Hell yeah, the last time I drank was here and that was too weeks ago.”

You set on the bottle of pink lemonade Smirnoff; it has the highest percentage of alcohol on the table. You unscrew the top and pour yourself a shot. Baja and Jake sit on the couch and start to look at the bottles as well. Without another thought, you take the shot. You love the way it burns your throat, but you hate the sweet aftertaste it leaves. However, it’s a perfect distraction from the boy who’s now sitting on the opposite end of the couch.

“What are we watching?” Jake questions the group.

“I was thinking horror,” Baja answers.

“That’s fine,” Max agrees.

Their eyes turn to you. You simply nod.

“Great, let’s get this going,” Jake says as he grabs the remote.

You glance at Max again and see he’s already looking at you, a strange look in his eyes. You quickly avert your eyes. It’s going to be a long night.

~~~

After the first movie, all of you are drunk. You lost count of how many shots you took, and you have no idea how many times you hit Max’s bong. This was the first time in two weeks you weren’t worrying about what your status with him was, so in simple terms, you felt amazing.

Baja is passed out on Jake’s shoulder, Jake is trying his best to find another movie to play, and Max is lying back on the couch with his eyes closed. You know he’s not asleep because every couple of minutes he speaks. You don’t want to think about how many times already this night you’ve looked at him. You feel ashamed, it’s as though you can’t keep your eyes off him. It’s awful.

“Guys I think I’m gonna pass out,” Jake says. He stands up, stumbling a bit. “Can we crash in one of your guest rooms?”

“Of course, just don’t fuck too loud. The walls are very thin,” Max replies, his eyes still closed.

“Noted.”

Jake picks up Baja carefully in bridal style and starts to walk out of the living room and down one of the halls. You giggle as you see him stumble into a wall slightly. When you turn back to the TV. the realization hits you. Now that they’re gone it’s just you and Max... alone. If it weren’t for all the alcohol and weed, you’d be freaking out right now. You’re able to keep your composure though, deep down you’re nervous something awkward will happen.

You grab the remote, trying your best to be quiet and not make Max open his eyes. You almost succeed, but just as you settle back into your spot away from him, he sits up. He turns his head toward you, meeting your eyes for the millionth time that night.

“Are you putting something on?” He asks, his voice alone making your stomach fill with butterflies.

“Yeah, if that’s okay,” you reply.

He slightly nods. “Go ahead.”

You pick the first movie you see and settle into your spot more, pulling a blanket over your body. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Max is watching you and every so often he shifts just a little bit, making the space between the two of you smaller and smaller. You try your hardest to keep your attention on the screen, but once Max is only a foot away from you, you can’t take it any longer.

You look at him, annoyed. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing, just enjoying the movie like you are,” he answers casually.

“No- I mean...” You struggle to find the words, the alcohol still affecting you. You shake your head and stand up. “Never mind, I’m going to bed.”

You begin to turn but Max grabs your wrist. You swear it’s as though his hand is an electric fence. Tingles travel throughout your body at his touch. You instantly turn your head and look down at him, the memories of the last time he did this replay through your head. His eyes are dark, they look the same as they did in his car moments before everything went down. You don’t know what to think of it.

“Stay,” he mumbles.

“Why? You clearly aren’t interested in me,” you snap. “I shouldn’t have even come tonight I’m so stupid.”

“What makes you think that? Do you not remember what I said to you the last time we saw each other? You’re the one who hasn’t called me since the party,” he says.

You shake your head again. “You never called me. I waited and waited and didn’t get a single word. If you wanted it to just be a one-night stand you could’ve told me that before I left because then you would’ve spared me all those hours waiting for a simple fucking call.”

“Woah hold on. I was waiting for you to call me,” he replies.

The two of you stare at each other for a few seconds. You’re confused. Was all of this just a misunderstanding? Had he really been waiting for you to make the first move? From the way he’s staring up at you, you believe what he said. Part of you feels guilty, you shouldn’t have simply expected him to contact you first.

“I’m sorry I just thought that you were going to call me,” you apologize.

Max moves his thumb across your wrist, you almost shiver. “I’m sorry too. I really wanted to see you again all those days.”

“You did?”

Your heart begins to race as it did mere hours ago, but this time for a completely different reason. He continues to move his thumb on your skin, the simple contact making the pit of your stomach fill with that familiar warmth and your panties begin to dampen.

“Of course, I did. You’re all I can think about. I know I said I wouldn’t care if it was only that one time, but I lied. I need it again, I need you again,” he says.

He pulls your wrist gently, guiding you back onto the couch next to him. You don’t object. When he leans closer to you, you don’t dare move. His lips are only inches from yours now, his other hand gripping yours tightly. You’ve never wanted another person more than you want Max right now.

“Can I have you again?” He asks under his breath.

You nod, you’re too lost in the way he’s looking at you to speak.

“I need to hear it y/n, use your words,” he whispers.

“I’ve been yours to have Max, and I think it’s going to stay that way for a while,” you reply, so quietly a person a foot away from you wouldn’t even be able to hear.

“Good, because I’m going to want you again, and again, and again...”

Your lips meet, and you feel that same spark flow throughout your body. You kiss him hard, your hands instantly finding their way to his soft curls. He reciprocates in all the right ways. His hands move to your breasts, your waist, your neck... caressing, fondling, and pleasing every inch of you that they touch. You can’t get enough of it.

He slowly lays you down on the couch after a few minutes, his body filling the space between your legs instantly. You fight back moans as his lips begin to travel down your neck, sucking the spots he quickly learns drive you insane. One of his hands finds the bottom of your shirt and he starts to pull it up.

“No, what if Jake or Baja come out?” You question. His lips are still on your neck, it takes everything inside you to not make a noise. “Max?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep watch, just wait a minute,” he answers, his breath tickling your neck.

You trust him, so you simply close your eyes and let the feeling of his rough hands on your bare stomach take over. He lifts your shirt up enough to expose your breasts, you aren’t wearing a bra. You sigh as he kneads one of your breasts in his hand. His hands are so big, so rough, so warm. He pinches your nipple, making you squirm. You were surprised the first time by his dominance, Max always used to be a follower. But now he seems even more dominant, it only makes the wetness in your panties grow.

You let him pull your shirt over your head, you let him throw it on the floor, you even let him suck your nipples out in this open area. The thought of Baja or Jake walking out and seeing the two of you like this excites you, though you know it shouldn’t. It’s wrong, and if you were caught, you’d face major consequences. You don’t think about that though, in fact, you don’t think at all at this moment.

Max pulls back and takes off his shirt. Your eyes travel up and down his torso, his body still receiving that same surprised reaction from you. You press one of your hands onto his chest, your fingers move down his body slowly. He’s so warm, so inviting. He leans back over you and captures your lips in another kiss.

You continue to move your hand down his body till you reach the waistband of his shorts. You can feel how hard he is through his clothes; it almost makes you squirm. You move your other hand down and pull at his remaining clothing. He doesn’t object, and in a matter of seconds, his shorts and boxers are on the floor. A soft moan leaves his lips as you gently wrap a hand around his hard cock and stroke.

“God, I need you,” he mumbles against your lips. The tone of his voice sending a shiver down your spine.

He leans back so he’s kneeling on the couch and begins to unbutton your shorts. You lift your hips as he drags them down your body, kicking them off once they reach your ankles. A woman in the movie screams just as Max begins to play with your soaking cunt. You’re glad, because the second his fingers find your clit, your silence is over. You practically whimper at the sensation. He toys with you for a few moments, making your toes curl when he finds that perfect spot inside you with his fingertips.

“Max,” you moan, one of your hands gripping his wrist. “I’m close.”

He removes his hand instantly and your eyes shoot open, what is he doing? You’re about to say something but that’s when he starts moving down the couch. You watch his head fall between your legs. His eyes meet yours as he sticks out his tongue and tastes you for the first time tonight. A soft sigh escapes your lips, your head falls back on the couch.

Barely five have passed by the time you feel your orgasm approaching again. Something about the way Max is so willing to go down on you makes you so much more turned on. You don’t say anything, you don’t have the time because before you can speak, you’re already falling apart on his tongue. You cover your mouth with your hand, your body shakes as you cum.

He stops a few seconds before you’re overstimulated and returns to his kneeling position between your legs. Before you even catch your breath, he grabs your hips and flips you over onto your stomach. He pulls your hips, so your ass is in the air. You arch your back, half on your own, half from his hand that moves up to your lower back and pushes down so you bend more. It hurts, but you can’t get enough of it.

“Are you good with no condom again?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

You feel the tip of his cock line up with your entrance, it makes goosebumps appear on your skin. This is the moment you’ve been craving for two weeks. As he slowly begins sliding inside of you, you gasp. He stretches you almost to the point of it being painful. You bite down on your arm to keep yourself from screaming from the pleasure. You hear Max softly moan, the sound of his raspy voice making you clench around him.

“Be quiet baby, like I said the walls are very thin,” he says. You can practically hear the smirk in his voice. It only turns you on more.

He begins his slow thrusts, the pace both agonizing and glorifying at the same time. You want more, you need more. But you know he’s doing it to taunt you, to hear you beg him for more, so you bite your tongue. Max must realize you’re on to him because he slows down even more, not even going all the way in. It hurts, and not in the way you want it to. You give in.

“Faster Max, harder Max, stop fucking me like I’m some untouched virgin,” you whisper.

He laughs. “You’re the first girl to insult me while my dick is inside you.”

You look over your shoulder and can’t help the smile that takes over your face. It was almost like you forgot it was Max you were having sex with. The same Max that you used to make fun of for being a virgin, the same Max you used to have to convince your parents wasn’t gay. He’s not a stranger, no matter how much his appearance changes he’s always going to be your best friend Max.

“Just fuck me please, before they come out here for water,” you reply after a few seconds.

“Your wish is my command.”

Max rams his hips into yours so hard it hurts. You moan, too loud for your liking. Neither of you say anything about it though, you’re too caught up in the moment. He fucks you rough, his skin slapping yours at an incredibly fast pace. You bury your face in the couch, your hands gripping the couch hard. He hits that spot inside you with every thrust, each time he hits it making you closer and closer to finishing.

He places one of his hands on your shoulder and pulls you back, so his dick moves even deeper inside you. You can’t help the loud whine that leaves your lips. The pain is almost unbearable. Almost. He lets go of your shoulder after a few thrusts and instead slaps your ass. All these sensations drive you crazy, blurring your mind and your body.

“Max I-I'm close,” you whimper after a few more minutes.

“Me too baby, me too,” he replies, his breath ragged.

When you finish, your entire body shakes, and you struggle to keep yourself up. Max finishes only a few seconds after you, his dick pulsing hard inside of you. Once you’re both finished, he pulls out and you fall from your position. Your heart is beating rapidly, your face is flushed, you can barely breathe. You’ve never experienced sex so rough in your life. And you can’t believe how much you enjoy it.

Max lays down next to you, covering your naked bodies with a blanket. You just stare at the TV. as the credits for the movie start to play, your breath finally catching up with you.

“If Jake and Baja ask about the noise, do you just wanna tell them it was a movie we had on really loud?” Max eventually asks.

You chuckle and turn your body to face him. “No, let’s just tell them we were having incredibly rough and loud sex.”

“Are you serious?”

You chuckle again. “Obviously not. We can’t tell them anything about this unless we start dating, but I doubt that will happen.”

“Why do you doubt that?”

“Well, I mean, I’m gonna be leaving the state again and you’ll be back at your school. I wouldn’t want to hold you back from all the girls who’ve been missing what I just experienced,” you explain.

“Well, I don’t want any other guy to touch you like that,” he says, his words causing you to blush.

“Is long distance really something you’d want to do? We wouldn’t be able to do this until the holidays you know.”

“I know, but that’s what’ll keep it special. Imagine how good it’ll be after months of not doing it. But it’s not even just about the sex, I’ve wanted to be your boyfriend since like junior year,” he reveals.

You smile. “If you want to try then so do I, but I want it to actually work out. I don’t want to break up and then have the friend group split. I want it to last.”

He wraps his arm around you and pulls your body against his. “I think it’ll last.”

You couldn’t agree more.

[saintescuderia]

welcome to the mini series of the random, mindless thoughts had by a poet disguised in an orange jumpsuit watching cars speed by all weekend. enjoy!

--- note: 5am starts, 7pm finishes. all four days. gotta love formula 1!

thursday: media day!

i want the ferrari jacket

there are school kids here?

i don’t want the ferrari jacket

$7 for a small can of red bull is THEFT

especially since they broke the cost cap

me walking through the “accredited personnel” gate and tapping my special lanyard is a CORE memory

i think my uber driver dropped me off on the opposite side of the track

*stressing about being unable to admire the sights of albert park bc i’m stress-running from the opposite end of the track to my station*

pls don’t be a dick and say i’m late - i know

how is a 5am wake up not early enough HOW?

“last year i was stationed at the corner where charles spun out.”

sole thought = 💀💀��💀

i. fucking. love. cars.

the whole SENSORY experience of a race ffffffffffffuuuuuck

“be careful taking pictures because that security camera is on us and is straight to race control and the FIA.” is such a cool sentence to hear

a porsche gtr should not be covered with branding idc

i’m definitely going to abuse caffeine this weekend

friday: FP1 / FP2

the sun is rising over the lake as i walk on the albert park track and i’m happy to be alive

especially as i found a toilet that isn’t a port-a-loo

ah, a cafe that does good decent coffee thank GOD

am i going to pay $10 for a croissant?

i'm going to pay $10 for a croissant.

i lived in paris but this one fresh lune choc croissant has topped it all

no like there will never be another croissant experience to beat me eating a fresh pain au chocolat on a f1 circuit as the sun rises over the water with the melbourne skyline in the background

aramco engineers are walking behind me as i shit talk about f1, nice

“it is an increasingly unique experience peeing in a port-a-loo beside a formula one track as cars race by.”

120’000 is a LOT of people

how has the float not broken yet?

metro boomin has released an album as i stand before live formula one. life has PEAKED

fernando alonso is the first F1 driver i ever saw live

there is a shift in formula one as the heritage fans of motor racing are on the out as the next generation of fans absorbed in driver hype and social media takes over and we see this in how F1 has created the new US tracks and made them all into spectacles and fans are here because of it being “cool” instead of caring about cars

… maybe i should buy the redbull jacket instead?

bonus: sole thought during the pitlane walk for the marshals

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

saturday: FP3 / qualifying

the relief of thinking you’re late and then seeing someone you know HA

commentators are now contractually obligated to bring up saudi arabia every time they talk about ollie bearman

jesus they’re as bad as the f1 girlies

i have to watch the grand prix replay after all of this i have no idea what’s actually going on

CHARLES GOES FASTER THAN MAX HA

kimi spinning out has me actively wanting to cry

a safety car FROM THE PIT EXIT

welcome to F2 everyone 👏👏👏

not me lying to the cute irish guy hitting on me about @saintescuderia

a big fat ha at the eshays holding their puffer jackets - even they can’t stand the heat

don’t flex on me that you’re here at F1 when you don’t even know what’s going on yourself bruhhhh

to the red bull fan telling me i’m “dramatic” for rolling under the fence (it’s how marshals have to do it) pls get help

$7 for a calispo is a JOKE

recording F1 quali isn’t even worth it bc they're TOO FAST

JOKES I GOT A PHOTO WITH ALBONO

i’m very lucky for my team of marshals :))))))))))

i’m only going to eat half my muffin

*finishes the whole thing*

sunday: race!

KIMI ANTONELLI!

do i ask for a photo?

*every photo of charles leclerc being abused flashes through my mind*

nah leave him be

five minutes later: i regret not asking him

the group of aussies dressed as lance stroll drunk at 9am have my heart and my respect

i need a coffee

seeing kimi walk right by me has now made so much invested for f2

i really need a coffee

yep they screwed kimi with all those safety cars

i really, really need a coffee

we get to go ON TRACK? for the DRIVERS PARADE

*starts practicing “get well soon” in spanish*

my heart is BEATING

lol jokes carlos didn’t even look at us

*checks footage to see that i accidentally just recorded guanyu zhou next to carlos the whole time :))))*

lol are they putting lewis and charles together all the time?

every marshal: “that was the shittest parade ever.”

i need a drink

pls don’t talk to me for the next two hours

don't meet your heroes kids

but also why the fuck did they do the float in one big car? and do INTERVIEWS? this is legit the one time the drivers can be there JUST for the FANS

F1 can PISS OFF

race start = okay it's happening

waitwaitwaitwaitWAITDIDIJUSTSEECARLOSOVERTAKEMAX?!

nevermind i love him

"race control has asked that you calm down, marshals are supposed to be neutral."

lol at the entirety of albert cheering that max is slowly coming to a DNF

mclaren swapping oscar for lando is DISGUSTING fuck zak brown

somehow, i've forgotten that charles is just there

SEND IT CARLOS VAmos

(this is all because i told you que te mejores pronto!)

daniel ricciardo....man..... aus gp can't market you like this.......

damn yuki got HANDS

ferrari and mclaren having the top 4 places is just *chefs kiss*

lewis just had to stall just pass my sector like i hope ur okay but couldn't u not be ok in front of me?

red bull deserves this after all the FLACK i've copped from red bulls fans ("dramatic" MY ASS)

wait george russell ARE YOU SERIOUS?!

singapore all over again. i can already see the memes.

somehow marshalling a gp has you closer and more removed from the whole thing i have no idea what's going on

(literally the only time i used my F1TV live timing)

finishing after the safety car means i can't stick my head out and clap for carlos FUCK OFF

wait, he came up right UP TO MY SIDE OF THE TRACK TO WAVE

... do you think he noticed me?

[vinciwolf]

Loyalty Pt 1

(Recom)Na’vi!Miles Quaritch x (fem)Na’vi!Reader

Warnings: SLOW BURN, THIS IS AN EVENTUAL NSFT SERIES, ENEMIES TO LOVERS, capture, romance, reader is fem, Jesus take the wheel.

Warnings about this chapter: violence, death.

Notes: Na’vi spoken is in italics, but inner thoughts are also in italics.

Tags: @perseny​ @mechformers​ @ragingloser​

The leathery flap of your Ikan’s wings pushed you higher above the tree line. You told her to keep a steady pace beside Toruk Makto with the rest of the warriors soaring through the dense forest. Sylway did as she was told while brushing past the greenery and other Ikran. She was an albino with light yellow and tan accents.

The RDA train was on schedule and so were you, assault rifle in hand – your preferred weapon from the traditional bow and arrow like Neytiri.

The ground war party was steadily barreling towards the tracks beneath the dozens of Ikran above. Your heartbeat quickened against your breast as the clearing and train rails fast approached in the distance. Your senses heightened, from the tinkling of your braids in the wind, to the sound of Sylway’s breathe. It was all so sensitive and loud.

Then, all hell broke loose.

You screamed an encouraging roar towards the other warriors beside you, lifting your arm up holding your weapon. Neytiri clicked her teeth and screeched as well, showing off her father’s bow. He was with them in spirit.

The explosion of the rails grounded your resolve.

You chased beside a gunship before gaining enough momentum to flip upside down and fire a hail of bullets into the cockpit, steadying your Ikran upright with a loud whoop as the ship lost control and fell into the ground.

Like ants to a honey-oozed split in a tree, the Na’vi below got to work exploiting the scattered RDA cargo. You watched from above for any more incoming airships.

Then, through your scopes with ears pinching backwards, you saw the two biggest headaches of the clan. Neteyam and Lo’ak.

Putting down your scopes, you reeled your eyes with a light shake of your head and cussed.

You could smack’em!

Fucking idiots!

Spits of rocket fire then screeched through the air, causing your Ikran to instinctively bank away from the weapon spree to protect herself and you.

Explosions hit the ground and you panicked. Fortunately, a mounted warrior retaliated with a rocket launcher and took the machine down in a fiery trail of blaze and smoke.

Placing your fingers onto the com around your neck, you shout, “Jake! You read me!?”

He breathily responds as he crawled and jumped through the wreckage for his boys, “Get me visuals on my sons!”

You searched the area but it was too clouded to see ground level from your height.

“Negative. The smoke is too thick!”

“Copy. Retreat immediately.”

~

As you took your rider’s harness off Sylway, you could hear the shouts of Jake’s disappointment from across the caverns. Patting your Ikran’s neck for a good job, your ears tipped back lightly with quilt. You should have seen them descend onto the ground, but you were distracted with anxiety watching the horizon for RDA gunships.

Gazing over to the Sully family, your eyes sunk as you watched the two boys walk away to recover their wounds, Jake walking in the opposite direction to decompress, his tail swiping in all different directions from his rage.

It was done. There was nothing you could do but let the storm pass.

After your adrenaline calmed and you had something to eat, you went to find Norm and the other humans to give them your daily rider’s mask footage for their never ending research into the world of Pandora. It was the least you could do to stay connected to your human side… and show off your battle moves.

You could see that Norm was still connected to his avatar as he brushed his teeth and joked with the Sully kids who were maneuvering through the human camp.

Walking into the old RDA unit, the balls of your cheeks lifted as your grinned towards Max, hand outreached with the small camera on your rider’s mask for him to take.

He was always a welcoming sight, even though your appearance had changed significantly since your transition, he had always treated your like the same old scientist he had worked with before you became Na’vi.

Your heart sank as you saw Kiri having to watch her mother through a projection and a tank. Unable to touch or hug one’s mother had its toll on the young girl and you mourned for Grace’s daughter. Mourned for what could have been if Grace had survived.

Your former mentor would have been so proud of the woman Kiri was becoming. She would have been so proud of you too, living one with the Na’vi and surviving through your sickness that ultimately made Jake and Mo’at decide to help you transition to your healthy, non-diseased avatar body.

After you handed the camera to Max, you exited the unit and passed by Norm’s now dormant avatar body in his cot. By the threshold was a few pictures of the Sully family with the human scientists, Grace with her students from years past before the war, and one in particular that pulled at your heartstrings: Trudy sitting in her gunship.

The picture must’ve been taken by Lyle sometime when they first arrived to Pandora.

Everyone who came to Pandora was escaping something else left behind on Earth.

It was a fresh start.

Every person who took the journey was naïve, young, and full of hope for a better future… until they reached the ‘final frontier’ and realized that it was just another shithole. Then slowly that glimmer of goodness and hope snuffed itself out, eventually turning the best of soldiers into assholes and the scientists into recluses.

But you… you tried to hold onto that hope, even in the end when you were dying.

You gave a solemn grin towards Trudy and gently fist pumped the picture before stepping out into the Na’vi settlement inside the vast cave system of the Halleluiah mountains.

Into your home, you sat down on your cot and rubbed your temple. You had a massive headache and reached for your pills. Over the years, the war and the fall of the RDA broke down your ‘spirit’ as Mo’at had put it, leaving you to resort to pill popping every day to help you sleep.

When you found the leftover stash of pills in the abandoned RDA medical bay, you knew you were doomed. There was plenty of medicine for a few decades, but the pills you exploited had dwindled to a few containers in just fifteen years. You were too ashamed to ask for help or let anyone know about your addiction.

You laughed at yourself. Everyone thought the RDA was killed off during the war, but it still lingered to ravage the one person who wanted to desperately leave it all behind: you.

Ironically, at one point, the RDA was going to save you with a life altering surgery on Earth, but of course that journey home would never come, nor would you have survived your sleep in cryo. Your disease was too advanced at that point and war had already begun – you, Grace, Norm, Jake, and Trudy all escaping into the woods last minute.

Parker was the one who orchestrated the whole deal with the military on your behalf in secret.

He was just a manager trying to make business deals wherever he could dab into just like he did with Jake. And he was trying to save face and hold the whole company together that was inevitably falling apart no matter how ‘diplomatic’ he was trying to be.

When he broke it to you that you would… could… be saved from the cancer spreading through your spine, it had taken everything out of you to try to keep a foothold in the lab and the RDA.

A double life.

You and Jake had confided in each other for the same problems. Jake wanted his legs back, but he fell in love with Pandora too quickly. And you? You wanted to live.

Sifting through your things, you took out a box filled with pictures of the old you.

A whole life shoved away into stained carboard that you’d hoped one day you could forget about.

Flipping through the pictures, you found the ones taken when you had first arrived to Pandora with the other scientists. You were the youngest, a child prodigy who grew to become the woman Grace had chosen to accompany her to a foreign planet… five years before Tommy Sully would be killed.

You stood up abruptly and found a metal tray. Taking out a lighter, you brought the small flame to the stack of photos.

Slowly the blue and yellow ambers ate the pictures until they were a pile of black dust.

Your shoulders slacked and you sighed, then cleaned up the ashes of a past life and went to bed.

~

The next morning felt different. Almost like the world was reborn anew and it was a new day. You wanted to move on from last night and continue to focus on what mattered in front of you.

You shoved a tank top over your arms and slipped it over your torso before clipping a few feathered and beaded necklaces around your neck, resting just atop your breasts. The cargo capris you chose were basic camo as always to blend in with nature. No need to wear boots anymore for your feet had become tough and calloused over the years running around with the Na’vi on their hunts when Ikrans weren’t necessary. You chose some dangle earrings for your lobes and then stepped forward into camp, rifle settled against your back.

The morning was perfect until four heads caught your attention.

Morning ruined.

Your eyes narrowed, ears slightly poking upwards, when you took note of Lo’ak, Kiri, and Spider trying to chase away Tuk from their group. She tugged Kiri’s arm and said something that clearly made Lo’ak cease his attitude and bend to the young one’s wishes, expelling a few ‘ssshhhs’ at her while looking around the camp.

Your suspicions were reinforced when the four Na’vi exited the cave with a little too much bounce in their steps.

So naturally, you followed.

You weren’t going to let Lo’ak get in trouble again.

~

The woods were humming with life and buzzing all around you, like Eywa was breathing through every pink leaf and green blade of grass that brushed your ankle. The sunlight filtering through the canopy of jungle warmed the crown of your head as you steadied your bodyweight evenly from foot to foot, bouncing here and there over thick vines and rocks.

You were at peace here in the beautiful wilderness.

The crunch and muddy splash of your bare feet was light as to not reveal yourself to the Sully children who were blissfully unaware of you following behind them. You grinned when Tuk poked her tongue out at her older brother when he mocked her for what she had said about ‘telling mom’ earlier at camp.

So that’s what that was about.

They kept up a steady place towards unfamiliar territory from the war that you were pretty sure Jake had told them to stay clear of. Once they had gotten far enough, you brushed through the woods quickly in a different direction to get in front of them. You wanted to stop them from going further into an unknown region you yourself was uncomfortable with because this side of the forest was cursed in your eyes. It was where Jake had finished the last fight against the RDA.

Against the Colonel.

Your skin tingled at the thought of finding Quaritch’s corpse.

Then a puddle caught your attention in the corner of your golden eyes.

Looking closer, ears falling tightly against your head in fear, it was larger than your foot, and no toes were visible so it was a booted footprint but too large to be human.

Avatar?

But what would an Avatar be doing this far out from base or from the old Hell’s Gate lab where Spider grew up with the science guys.

Looking up, you had lost track of the kids.

Shit!

Quickly regaining yourself and using your hunter skills, you find Spider and the Sully’s foot patterns again and swiftly make your way through the wooden trails to find them.

Peering up, you saw that daylight was going to disappear in a few hours. Eclipse would come and Jake was going to kill Lo’ak.

Brushing past a large leaf, you find the Sully children looking over an old gunship hanging from vines and take a sigh of relief while thanking the Great Mother.

Stepping forward, poor Spider jumped making Tuk scream before calming, realizing it was you.

“(Y/N)!” Tuk ran up to your side and hugs your hip making you smile and pat her head gently.

Lo’ak jumped down from a large, fallen tree trunk and asked you how you found them.

“Yeah, we’re in the middle of nowhere,” Spider chimed in.

“Well, you’re not a good tracker if you hadn’t noticed me following you since base,” you say, folding your arms in disappointment at Lo’ak’s lack of awareness but also his lack of self-control for getting into trouble.

“We need to leave before eclipse,” you note.

“But we want to find dead bodies,” Tuk replied with a little too much enthusiasm that made you chuckle.

“Just one more hour?” Spider asked politely, soft eyes through his exopack.

Your head tilted and you gave in with a loud breath. “Fine. But if you get in trouble, I’m not bailing you out.”

“If you allow us to go, you’re just as guilty,” Lo’ak teased walking away with a proud smile as he turned his weight to hop over a log.

“That’s why I’m coming with! To make sure you don’t get too carried away, skxawng,” you retorted effortlessly, arms swaying in front of your as you pick up a spot in front of the group near Lo’ak.

Then, just as quickly as the positive mood came, it died when another print in the mud captured Lo’ak and Spider’s attention.

“Could it be human?”

“Too big for a human,” you replied. “I saw another track earlier not far from here,” your braids fell over your shoulder when you crouched down in between the boys, “could be from the same group?”

Moving forward, the boys tracked the footprints while you hesitantly followed their curiosity, for you too were curious about who had left the tracks.

It wasn’t long before the trail led to an old avatar link unit in a small clearing.

A flicker of blue moving around near the unit had your blood sink from your face and into your stomach. These were possibly avatars and they were in camo with heavy protection in their hands.

You quietly swing your rifle to your front and hold it close as you squatted lower, watching the avatars attentively.

“You’re going to be grounded… for life,” Kiri said in a hushed voice behind you towards Lo’ak.

“Be quiet,” you hissed at the lot of them.

You look over to Lo’ak, “Call it in. Now.”

The youngest son reluctantly placed his fingers to his neck and informed his father of the strange soldiers in the woods. Jake told them to move out as quietly as they could and you followed suit.

“Protect my children,” Neytiri said through your earpiece you briefly borrow from Lo’ak.

A fire burned in you when she said that, hand gripping your rifle hard. You would get these kids out of here. For her. For Jake. These kids were yours now and you weren’t going to allow them to be harmed by those soldier aliens.

You placed a firm hand on Lo’ak’s shoulder and looked him directly in the eye, ears upright and eyes wide with all seriousness.

“Get yourselves out of here, I will make a distraction -- you hear me, boy?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, dipping his chin with a short nod.

With that, you stepped lightly and maneuvered quickly through the forest around the clearing and only stopped when you found yourself behind one of the soldiers a little bit away from the group who wasn’t watching his six enough. Slinging your rifle behind you, you pulled out your knife.

He moved forward into the clearing when a scream echoed through the trees beyond, sounding a lot like Tuk.

You gathered that these were RDA from the guy’s attire and type of weapon he carried. That made you pissed. At least he would be a worthy target when you slit his throat.

But that moment had to wait when your mind paused in shock as Spider and the Sully children were pushed into the clearing and forced onto their knees, queues roughly handled by the strange soldiers.

Great Mother, give me strength.

Then you heard a voice in your native English you didn’t think you’d hear until you died and went to hell.

“Look boss, five fingers. We have a half-breed,” Lyle sneered with a little cockiness as he held up Kiri’s hand.

The leader of the group was obscured by the brush and when you tried to see his face, he had already turned around to face Lo’ak.

“Do you speak English,” the soldier pinching the young Na’vi’s braid asked him.

“I don’t speak English… to assholes,” he spat making you so proud.

“Show me your fingers,” the leader roughly commanded.

Then Lo’ak picked up his hands, both fingers to your amusement giving the bird.

“Yeah, you’re his alright.”

While the enemy was distracted and with a rush of adrenaline, you pushed forward out of the shadows, grabbed the lone soldier’s braid in a tight grip making him growl in pain, and firmly pressed the edge of your knife to his bare throat, your hand around his queue yanking his neck backwards for better exposer. Your ears tipped backwards closely to your head, eyes wide, fangs bared with hate as you hissed towards the alien soldiers.

And in what felt like an eternity of silence from your native tongue, you spoke plainly.

“Release them, or I’ll slit his throat,” you seethed, blade catching your hostage’s neck and spilling a few dribbles of blood.

Then, when the leader of the group finally turned his weight around, shoulders squared, and faced you, you couldn’t hear Eywa’s breath through the trees anymore. Your lungs hitched in your throat, heart dropping a few beats slower making your head faint. Golden eyes bore into your form, mimicking the same shock and curiosity as you did.

“Miles?” you breathed, brow creased and ears flicking upright.

You couldn’t feel your grip loosen, nor the sound of the rush of twigs being broken behind you. Then your senses snapped back into place, but it was too late. Turning your head, you found the butt of a rifle colliding with your skull.

[lovesickgolbach]

Secret Love Song|| MV33

Description: You and max had been dating for a year now. Although it’s been a year, you and him had decided to keep your relationship private, well mostly it was his choice. No one knew about you, only close friends and relatives did. You were frustrated from having to hide away all the time.

Pairings: Max Verstappen x Reader(recording artist/singer) 

a/n; I based this story off of a song by Little Mix, “secret love song”. this idea has been in my head for ages! i’ll put a little a/n where you can press pay and listen to the song while reading. i did have to cut it short for purposes of the story so sorry if it seems a little jumpy. enjoy! <3

This is my first imagine i hope you like it :)

You had been in your office all day, writing, playing music on your guitar and piano, trying to figure out a melody to your new song. Max was out on a run with his trainer so you had the apartment to yourself for a while. You sighed throwing your notebook at the wall, frustrated that no lyrics or melodies were coming to your mind. “For fucks sake!” you angrily spoke. 

“Y/N?” you heard coming from another part of the apartment, you would recognize that voice anywhere. 

Footsteps approached and in walked a very sweaty Max, smiling as soon as he saw you, but his smile disappeared just as soon as it had appeared on his face. “Mijn Liefde” he said concerned when he saw your defeated face. 

“I cant fucking think of anymore lyrics! Or any new notes for a song! My mind is so blank and I have a deadline!” your hands flew up in frustration as you spoke, laying back against the wall opposite to where you threw your notebook earlier.

Max picked the notebook and pen up gently and came to sit next to you. “I’m sorry angel” he looked at you in your eyes, “is there anything I can do for you?” he tucked your hair behind your ear. You leaned into his hand. 

“Yeah, write the song for me” you looked up at him, making eye contact with him. Jesus. ‘I could look at those forever’ you thought to yourself.

“Unfortunately, I got the ability to drive, not the musical ability you have” he giggled and so did you. 

“Can we go out tonight?” you asked in a hopeful manner, you were dying to go clubbing with Max, you’ve seen how much of a fun drunk he could be. “There’s a lot of press baby.. they’ll see us..” he spoke softly.

 “And? Max please! You always go out with your teams and I have to sit at home and watch you having all the fun.. I have to watch you letting girls flirt with you.. it’s not fun..” you were disappointed at his reaction, although it didn’t surprise you. The public knew Max was in a relationship, they also knew that you were in one too, but never put 2 and 2 together, its not as if you’ve given them a reason to think you were together, you didn’t even follow each other on Instagram, in fears it would spark rumors.

“I’m sorry Y/N.. we just- we just can’t alright?” he got up, handing you the notebook. “If you need me I’ll be in the shower” he walked out.

You sighed. “I just want the world to know you’re mine..” you mumbled as he left. As soon as those words left your lips, an idea popped into your head.

Grabbing your notebook, you opened it on a blank page and started writing, the words flowing out onto the page like a waterfall. 

__________

It wasn’t until Max had told you to come to bed, that you realized how long you had been sitting in your office, scribbling away, playing some notes on the piano. “Y/N come on, its late and you’ve been sitting in here for hours!” Max was begging, practically on his knees at this point. “Not now Max! I’m on a roll!” you spoke slightly annoyed that he had been bothering you.

You felt his presence behind you, “Please, just come to bed” he sighed. “I want to spend time with you before I leave for Spain” you could hear he was upset. “Well now you know how I feel when you’re on the simulator all day Max, if you had said yes to going out with me, we would have had a great time together..” you looked up at him, watching as his face changed from sadness to anger, his jaw clenching slightly. 

“You could have showered with me! You could have had dinner with me! We could have danced in the living room! Going out isn’t the only way that we can spend time together!” he semi-yelled with his fists clenched. 

“Just go to bed Max, I have work to do” you spoke softly going back to the piano and playing more chords. You knew he was still behind you, you could feel the heat radiating off of him. 

“Are you seriously mad at me now because I didn’t want to go out? You also agreed to keep us private! Don’t pin this on me!” he was yelling now anger seething in his voice.

“Please don’t yell at me Max... I’m just tired of having to sneak us around.. I’m so tired of not being able to like your posts.. or not being able to celebrate your wins with you at the podium.. for gods sake Max I’ve never even been with you to a race!” you were yelling now too, now standing on your feet, you stepped closer, getting in his face, “is it so bad that I want to be able to kiss you whenever I want? Is it so bad that I want to travel the world with you, experience new places with you? Is it so bad that I want to hold your hand in the paddock?! I just want us to be a real couple! I want to tell the world about you! I want to shout it from the rooftops!” your face was now red, you were angry. Max took a step back from your sudden outburst. 

He walked out. You watched him angrily stomp his way to your shared bedroom and slamming the door behind him. ‘Unbelievable’ you had thought to yourself as you continued writing.

The next few days were tension-filled as you and Max had been ignoring each other completely. You hated it, but if he wasn’t going to listen, then that was his problem.

_____________

It was the opening night of your tour, starting in the country you resided in, Monaco. Max came to every show with you, even if you two had been fighting, which had been the case for the last 2 weeks. He was able to stay pretty hidden in between all the other celebrities that were attending, as it was not a location that he would stand out in the crowd. You were backstage, getting your mic pack put on and connected as you were preparing for the show to start. 

Whilst doing some last minute vocal warm-ups you had felt a gentle hand on your shoulder, turning around you could have sworn that your eyes were going to pop out of your head. “Max...” you said softly, “what are you doing back here?! they will see you” you said concerned.

“I needed to wish you luck, and I need to apologize... for everything” he moved the large bouquet of roses towards you for you to take, which you did. 

“I’m not mad at you Max...” you sighed looking at him “but thank you for the apology” you smiled at him. “These roses are gorgeous! But you have to keep them safe for me, I don’t have time to get back to my dressing room now.” He took them from you, kissing you on your cheek softly “Go sing your heart out schatje, I’ll be right here, cheering you on”

You smiled before running out onto the stage to start your performance.

Max sat in the wings of the stage, smiling as he watched your every move and seeing the joy on your face as you did what you loved doing. 

You turned to your audience “So...” you breathed into the mic, giggling slightly “tonight I have a special surprise for you all!” the crowd went wild. “Tonight I’ll be performing a brand new song that I have only recently finished writing. Would you guys like to hear it?” you spoke as the crowd went wild again. “I’m taking that as a yes!” you giggled through the mic, sitting down at the white piano your crew had rolled onto stage.

“This is a song that comes straight from my heart. I hope you all like it, its called ‘Secret Love Song’ “

(you can start playing the song now)

Taking a deep breath, you started playing the notes on the piano, seemingly forgetting where you were. You were lost in the music.

“when you hold me in the street and you kiss me on the dance floor, I wish that it could be like that, why can’t it be like that ‘cause I’m yours” 

max perked up listening to the lyrics. 

“we keep behind closed doors every time I see you I die a little more stolen moments we steal as the curtain falls it’ll never be enough”

max was now standing, his jaw slightly agape.

“its obvious you were meant for me  every piece of you, it just fits perfectly every second, every thought, I’m in so deep but I’ll never show it on my face"

you turned your head to the side slightly looking in Max’s direction to get his reaction. He was stunned to say the least.

“but we know this we’ve got a love that is homeless why can’t you hold me in the street? why can’t I kiss you on the dance floor? I wish that it could be like that, why can’t it be like that? ‘cause I’m yours"

Max was frozen in place, his mind racing with a million thoughts at once.

“and nobody knows I’m in love with someone’s baby I don’t wanna hide us away tell the world about the love we’re making I’m living for that day, someday...”

You made eye contact with max in that verse, tearing up as you saw his expression. A single tear fell down your cheek

“why can’t I hold you in the street why can’t I kiss you on the dance floor.. I wish that we could be like that why cant we be like that? ‘cause I’m yours, I’m yours oh, why can’t you hold me in the street why can’t I kiss you on the dance floor I wish that it could be like that, why cant we be like that ‘cause I’m yours...”

You closed your eyes again, not wanting to break down in the middle of the song. Max swallowed hard. The lump in his throat was burning as he held back his tears.

“why can’t I say that I’m in love? I wanna shout it from the rooftop I wish that it could be like that why can’t we be like that? ‘cause I’m yours why can’t we be like that?  wish we could be like that..”

You sang that final verse without the music playing from the piano, tears were flowing down your face freely as you looked at the crowd in front of you. You looked to your left, backstage where Max was standing.

He looked at you, tears in his eyes as well as he blinked them away quickly before they fell. You looked at the crowd again, many of them also having tears on their cheeks from your song. 

As you were about to speak through the microphone, you heard the audience start screaming, pure excitement in their voices, pointing to your left. You turned to look at what they were referring to, when you saw the love of your life run over to you. Max smashed his lips against yours, kissing you in front of everyone. You dropped the mic, wrapping your hands around his neck, kissing back. For a moment, it was just the two of you, in your own world.

Max pulled away, looking at you in your eyes, “I am yours” he spoke softly. You couldn’t help it as more tears ran down your face. “I love you so much” you were able to say to him softly.

Picking up the mic that you dropped, Max turned to the crowd, “Y/N Y/L/N is my girlfriend!” he practically yelled, making you giggle at his actions. 

You were finally free to let the world know who your man ways. Nothing would ever be able to change that. 

Max Verstappen was yours.

[ediewentmissing]

pairing / eddie munson x reader

summary / eddie finds out who you have a crush on and he goes wild

an / i haven’t written fanfics in about a year, so i’m really really rusty. just give me some time <3 please consider sharing or reblogging if you enjoy this.

i wrote this one because i totally do not have a crush on kirk hammet.

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“Bull fucking shit,” Eddie leans in further towards you from the opposite side of the table, pressing his rings against the wooden surface, “Everyone has a crush on at least someone.”

He’d asked you whether you liked anyone or not and you’d instantly denied the thought. But he was right, it was bullshit. He could tell by your cocky face that you weren’t going to budge, but that didn’t stop him from surrendering.

“How about a fixation? Y’know, just a celebrity that you’re interested in maybe?” He pushes, eager to know. You sigh huffily, returning your gaze to the homework you were supposed to be helping Eddie with. But your eyes don’t stay on your notes for long, as he gets up and sits himself down next to you, using his cynical, puppy-dog eyes to try to get something out of you.

“Okay, okay,” He straightens up, excited, “Tell you what, if I tell you who my celebrity crush is, you have to promise to let me help you study for this test otherwise you’re gonna be totally screwed, man.” He nods his head and leans impossibly further in towards you, maintaining tense eye contact. You prepare yourself for the inevitable teasing that will come out of this, taking in a deep breath before you murmur, “Kirk.” Eddie frowns.

“I require a last name, Y/N.”

“Kirk Ham—“ Your answer is cut short as he leaps out of his seat and jogs around the table in a frenzy.

“HAMMET?! KIRK HAMMET?!” You nod, cupping your face in embarrassment. “Holy shit!” He either worked himself up a bit too much or he was really and truly taken aback by your confession. He paced back and forth, looking as if he just shit himself.

“THIS… THIS IS GROUNDBREAKING! I-I MEAN, CHECK MY PULSE! I’M HAVING HEART PALPITATIONS, Y/N!” He reached out to grab your wrist, and he placed your palm on his chest. This sent your mind. I am touching Eds’ chest. I can feel his hot breath against me. His hands are so soft and rough at the same time. His rings are prodding my fingers.

His heart was jumping out of his chest. “Jesus, Eds! Calm down.” You pull your hand away from him, although secretly not wanting to, and he sits back down next to you. He gives you a confused frown that asks ‘Why Kirk of all people?’ You roll your eyes.

Eddie knew you well. You were awfully similar to him, so it made sense that your type was the same as his; metalhead and hot. However, your admission to having a thing for the band member confused him. You’d dated Tommy H, that Hargrove guy that intimidated Eddie and numerous other dudes, but you being interested in Kirk was different. It felt too close to home.

“Fire away.” You say, throwing your hands up in the air, inviting him to ask about it. He babbles a mess of a thousand questions all at once and you have to press your index finger up to his lips (his plush, pink, lips) to get him to stop.

“Slow down, Eddie. Two questions max.” He opens his mouth to protest but you interject, “Two questions max.” He holts, choosing carefully between questions, ruling out the stupid ones that he had asked previously. You look down.

“How long…” He says after a while, “How long have you liked him?” He watches you attentively as you scrunch you nose, trying to rewind your memory. You fiddle with the cuffs on your sleeves, turning them inside out, then outside in again.

“Uh,” You hesitate, looking him again, “Two years-ish?” His mouth gapes open.

“TWO—“ You glare at him and he clears his throat and tries again, “Two whole years and you didn’t tell me?” You shrug and he scoffs sarcastically, posing as being offended. “What do you like about him?”

For some reason this triggers a swooning spiral from you. “Mmm. God. His smile, his hair, his eyes, his hands, his slutty waist and body.” Every second word executed exaggeration from you and Eddie was blown away. You were close to drooling over this man that he’d never heard you talk about before today and he was awestruck.

“Christ, you really do like him.”

[hellfirenacht]

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Summery: Through no powers of your own, you end up in Hawkins 1985, in a tv show that you once saw on Netflix.

Tags: Slow burn, Eddie Munson x Reader will be canon, choose your own adventure to a degree, monkey’s paw author, meeting the party

Monday August 5th, 1985 

The next few hours were a blur of Mike and Dustin interrogating you and tearing into your D&D books. It was far too late to have anyone else over.

You tried to answer any questions they had; who were you? How did you get here? What were you doing in the Upside Down? Other than who you were and where you came from, none of your answers seemed to satisfy the two boys. 

"We need to tell the others," Dustin said, for the tenth time that night. 

You had been sitting on the couch of the Wheeler basement as they debated back and forth on what to do. Dustin was ready to wake up half of Hawkins to tell people that you had fallen into the Right Side Up out of nowhere. Mike was less into the idea. 

"No one's even going to be awake!" He snapped. 

"Max might be!" Dustin countered. 

"Hey, what day is it?" You asked suddenly. "Like day of the week."

"Uh, it's Sunday" Mike said, looking surprised that you actually spoke up. You hadn't been able to get much of a word in between the barrage of questions. 

"Monday now" corrected Dustin, looking at a clock. 3:45 am. God, had it really not even been 2 hours since you got here? Your shoulder still hurt and you kept stretching it to try and ease it. 

"Shouldn't you kids be in school?" You asked. "I know this is the opposite of priorities, but..."

You trailed off, not even knowing where you were going with your question. 

Your head was spinning, and nothing you did could convince you this was a dream. The boys had poked you, attempting their own experiments on you. Light didn't bother you, and neither did heat, except when they had you hold a match that had nearly burned your fingertips. 

They quickly ruled out that you were under any control of a mind flayer for now. 

"School doesn't start for a week," Mike said. 

That conversation line quickly died down. Dustin was still flipping through your Players Handbook. "Jesus there's so much here. How do you keep track of all of this? The Advanced Dungeons and Dragons manual is basically a flier compared to this thing. And there's three of these books?!"

"Uh... Short answer is- I don't." You said. "Honestly my group took those books as more suggestions than ironclad rules."

The two teens looked at you as if you'd grown a second head, which would only be marginally weirder than everything else that had happened tonight. 

"That or I look it up on my-" the word was out before you could think, "phone."

You seemed to have grown a third head. 

"Your phone?" Mike looked dubious. "You have some sort of D&D 800 number in the future?"

You couldn't stop yourself from laughing at the question- it was a good question. The best one they'd had tonight probably. But knowing what 800 numbers had a reputation for in the future was too much for your tired brain to handle. 

You couldn't stop yourself from imagining calling some shady 800 number, where some random man or woman would give you any d&d answer, but in an overly sexy voice. 

Roll for seduction.

The thought broke you, and you found yourself covering your hands with your face as tears threatened to spill. You must have looked like a fucking psycho now to the only people who would bother helping you.

"Yeah. Sure. D&D hotline." You manage to gasp out between laughter. There was no way you had the mental capacity to tell them that you basically walked around with a super computer in your hand at all times where you were from.

Your phone was back in 2023. Still on the charger. Maybe it'd be fully charged when you got home. 

If you got home. 

Your laughter died down, as that realization hit you. Home. You had no idea how you got here and had no idea if you even could get home. 

"We'll call El first thing in the morning." Said Mike, deciding it was safer to ignore your bout of temporary insanity. "Leave Max alone tonight, you know she's been having trouble sleeping since..."

The air was heavy now. You knew they were referring to the Star Court Mall fire. Billy died. That cop- El's not-father? Shit what was his name? That guy was presumed dead. 

How could these kids keep smiling after the horrors they faced? 

"Yeah, yeah good point." Dustin said. 

Mike turned back to you, "You can hide in here for now ‘til we figure out what to do next. Just try and stay out of site from everyone."

"Are we gonna tell Nancy?" Asked Dustin. "I mean she's seen everything-"

"I'm not bringing her into this yet." Mike said. "We can handle this"

“Who’s Nancy?” You already know who Nancy was, but it would be weird not to ask. Just as they had been trying to get information out of you all night, you had been trying to keep track of everything that they had told you too. With your approximate knowledge of many things, you didn’t want to slip up and give anything away without thinking about the consequences. 

“She’s my sister, but don’t worry about that.” Mike said. “Listen, you can stay down here tonight and tomorrow we’ll call the others and decide what to do and what this means.”

“What about Steve? He’s seen this stuff before too.” Dustin asked. 

“No, for now this has to stay in the Party.” Mike seemed very firm on this stance and you couldn’t figure out why. Then again, after a night of falling through portals, being attacked by vines, and appearing in a dimension that you had absolutely no business being in, your brain was quickly shutting down and running out of steam. 

If you were lucky, and you had a very strong feeling that you weren’t, you’d wake up in your own bed with the tv on Netflix askinging if you were still there and if you wanted to continue watching. 

You didn’t miss how Dustin went upstairs with Mike holding the Players Handbook still. That was fine, it’s not like you were exactly using it anyway. Now there you were, left alone in a strange basement hundreds of miles from home. Could you even measure the distance in miles? You doubted it. Nothing about this was right. 

Still, even with your mind racing and with how lumpy the couch was, sleep found you. The two boys opted to sleep in Mike’s room to give you some semblance of space. Taking a few deep breaths, darkness claimed you and your mind was quiet for the first time in over 24 hours. 

---

It felt like you had just closed your eyes when a herd of angry elephants trampled down the stairs to the basement making you jump and sit up in a daze of confusion. Your heart was pounding as a group of teenagers made their way down the stairs all staring at you expectantly. 

You tried to reorient yourself, blinking hard a few times as the new faces became more clear. The basement. You were in the Wheeler house basement and had been transported into this dimension. Your stomach churned slightly but you swallowed down the feeling, not wanting to hurl whatever was left of last night's dinner on the carpet. 

“Oh good, you’re awake!” said Dustin with a wide smile. Seeing him was even more startling in the daylight, more real. You could make out more details in his curls and his braces glinted slightly. 

“Yeah, you guys aren’t exactly stealthy are you?” you asked, rubbing your eyes. “What time is it?”

“It’s almost noon. It took a while to get everyone over here.” Mike explained, motioning to the gaggle of young teens. “That’s Max, El, Lucas, and Will” He pointed to each of his friends in turn. 

You were thankful for the introduction because you could not have remembered their name for the life of you otherwise. 

They all looked troubled, but different flavors of troubled. Max was doing her best to look disinterested, as if you being here was causing more harm than good, which, fair enough honestly. Poor girl was already going through it. Lucas also seemed less than thrilled about this situation. Actually, you’d be surprised if anyone was actually happy or interested in seeing you. Though Lucas seemed more concerned with looking at Dustin and Mike as though your appearance was somehow their fault. 

Will stared at you and then back to the others and shook his head slightly, which Mike seemed to take as a good sign. El looked the least upset with your presence in the group outside of Dustin. 

“Alright, tell them everything you told us last night.” instructed Dustin. 

“Hi, yes. Nice to meet you all, too. Good morning. I am mildly traumatized thanks for asking. Lovely weather we’re having. Of course I can tell you my name.” you grumbled, pushing on your nose. You were trying to push up your glasses. ....Did you wear glasses? You looked up at the group again, and could see everyone fine. That was weird. 

Your sarcasm didn’t lighten the mood, but you weren’t quite trying to. There was a pounding in your head but they all continued to look at you expectantly. 

There was no getting out of this, so you laid it all out on the table again. You told them every detail that you could remember of last night from coming home, to the cold of your apartment to the word seeming to flip around you when you entered the Upside Down. You spared the detail of how truly terrified you were, that had to go without saying. By the end of it, everyone was staring at you. 

“So, what?” you asked after no one spoke for a while. 

“2023? Really?” Lucas was the first to speak. “We’ve dealt with some weird stuff with the Upside Down but time travel-”

“I’m sorry that my appearance jumped the shark on what’s considered normal in this situation.” you said dryly. “No one’s filled me in on the rules for this yet.”

“How can you even prove you’re from the future?” Will said, looking troubled. That’s when Dustin handed over  your D&D books that he had been flipping through the whole night.  

“It’s not exactly from 2023.” you said. “I bought it a few years ago, but 5E is standard in my time.”

“I’ve looked over these and it’s real.” Dustin said. “There’s too much here to say that part’s fake.”

“None of it is fake.” you said. “I have no idea how I got here, or even really where I am. I mean, you’ve told me that I’m in Hawkins, Indiana in 1985 but that’s kind of hard to accept.” 

“El, what do you think?” Mike asked, looking over at her. 

“I... don’t know.” she admitted. “I do not have my powers anymore.” El’s face fell, looking at you as if she was trying to read a book in a different language. You were more than just someone who had touched the Upside Down, you were an anomaly. 

No one knew what to say for a while before Lucas spoke again. “So where is she staying?” he asked. “It’s not like we have a good place for her now.” 

Shit. 

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[33max]

Day Thirteen, Moneyshot - Summer of Cum 🤍

One of the first things that Daniel learnt when he started doing porn was that everything can be faked. The boners. The intimacy. The pleasure. Sometimes even the cumshot.

It’s only happened to Daniel a few times, when the director is looking to finish up the scene with a big ending and Daniel is nowhere near close to coming. It’s an easy fix though, they quickly pause and put some liquid silk up inside his scene partner. Then, just like magic, on camera it looks like Daniel has fucked a huge load into them as it coats his dick and leaks back out.

It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Sometimes when Daniel has been extra busy, filming back-to-back scenes, it feels like he’s not really got anything left in the tank anyway. At least when they fake it they will make it look like Daniel is coming buckets.

In porn, you just have to understand that your partner isn’t always going to have the time of their life, and that’s not necessarily a reflection of your performance.

Max does not see it that way though. Looking up at Daniel with big blue eyes when the director asks Daniel how close he is, and Daniel has to reply nowhere near, sorry.

“Do you need me to clench?” Max asks politely. He’s pretty much bent in half, his legs resting on Daniel’s shoulders while Daniel is buried deep inside of him.

“No you’re good Maxy,” Daniel replies, “I’m just not feeling it today.”

“Is it me?” Max frowns, eyes wide with disappointment. “I can of course do better…”

Oh for goodness sake. Of course Max would be one of the only porn actors that gets upset when he can’t draw out a real orgasm from his costar. Max has always been competitive, with other bottoms, but also with himself – Daniel should have seen this coming.

“Max don’t be weird about this,” Daniel says gently, kissing one of Max’s rosy cheeks politely in an apology. “Last time we filmed together I had the opposite problem, remember? Your tight ass set me off too early.”

Daniel watches as Max’s face relaxes a little as he replays the memory in his head. He gently caresses Max’s thigh where he’s bent in half for Daniel, feeling the little soft hairs there tickle against the palm of his hand. Sometimes he thinks Max is too sensitive and sweet for porn, as the more experienced one he feels a little bit protective of the kid.

“Are you sure you do not want me to clench?” Max asks, tightening around Daniel like a vice to demonstrate.

Jesus.

“Mate, stop that,” Daniel laughs, “You’ll clench my dick off with those ridiculous ass muscles!”

That gets Max laughing, fluttering around Daniel, and it’s still not going to be enough.

The cameraman hands him the bottle of liquid silk and Max pouts as Daniel pulls out of him and drizzles the milky lube into his hole, pressing it in with his fingers.

When he’s done he presses a chaste kiss to Max’s hole, where he’s red and a little puffy from the stretch of Daniel’s cock.

When the director yells action he fucks back into Max, the liquid silk oozing out of him around Daniel’s dick, getting the money shot that they needed.

[tetralea]

I know you said alpha charles is your jam now but if you wanna try something a bit different, could i please have alpha max and omega charles with the prompt "“There’s so much cum, it’s leaking out of me.”" 🙏🏻

No worries anon, I’m still all for them in any set up hehe, it’s just until now I mostly wrote alpha!Max and omega!Charles, and wanted to put it out there that now I’m more than happy to do the opposite too, but this is still ok! :)

I have to make a shoutout here to @alestire, my baby, for giving me this idea. 💕

“Sweet, Jesus.” Charles cursed, fingers buried into the blonde hair, still messy, sweaty, smelling incredibly to him. His mate.

Max was holding him tight, one leg hoisted up onto the racks of the tire storage room, their racing suits hanging at their hips, fireproofs pushed up on their stomach, exposing some precious skin to scent and to touch, the bottoms pushed down just enough to make enough room. Room for Max to run his fingers trough Charles’ wetness, groaning before replacing his fingers with his cock. A dint whimper and a plea. “Alpha, I need you.”

They just finished a race, and they had only minutes from fulfilling their obligations and stepping out to the podium but first, there was something else they needed to tend to.

Charles was feral, he always was a few weeks before his heat, it wasn’t nothing new, and Max was more than happy to cater to it each time. But this day was a stretch. He already fucked Charles in the morning and not long before the race, but as soon as they got out of the car he could smell it, the unmistakable scent of his mate, aroused and slick.

He was no plan where to go other than away from the teams. They had ten minutes, but in the current state Charles was in, it was enough. He fucked his sweet, sweet omega, burying his cock till the bottom of his half swollen knot, rocking against the willing, eager omega. “So needy, aren’t you?” The dragged out, breathless whine was his only answer. “I know you want my knot, but this is all I can give you, schatje.” He explained, forcefully pressing his teeth to the sweaty fireproofs above their mating mark. The strong neck got even more exposed, when Charles threw his head back, a palm flying flat against his mouth to mute his high pitched whine. “I’ll fill you, I know you like that too, I’ll fill your pretty hole, but that has to do till the evening when we are back to the hotel, alright?” He slowed down, making sure Charles looked at him and understood. “I love you, so fucking much.” He blurted out, his hand being replaced by his lips, fingers digging into the clothes and some skin as he speeded up again, bringing both of them to their orgasm.

It lasted and he felt his cock twitch, spilling into Charles even seconds after he came, panting breathless, saliva soaking the red fireproofs in a round where he bit Charles before. His omega was pliant and clinging to him, purring loudly, something he always did after a good sex. Max kissed the top of his head, letting Charles inhale their mixed scents, knowing it will soothe him further. They’ll probably reek of sex after this, Charles’ scent marking his skin and his sticking to Charles’.

Pulling out, he tried to steady the brunette, and pulling his underwear back at the same time, groaning. He much liked to linger, feeling connected to his mate, filling him nicely until he fell asleep or his cock went soft, slipping out of the tight heat.

They dressed, a but clumsy, a bit hurried, Charles was still out of it a little, needing just a little guidance. “That’s it, looking good.” He smiled a pressed a kiss to the cupid bow lips. Charles giggled, following his mate out of the storage room.

It wasn’t until a few minutes later, they were standing behind the podium ready to be called, when he felt a little tug on his sleeve. “Max-,” Charles was red, matching his overall, legs crossed in a desperate attempt, the beautiful eyes looking up for a second in panic, he pursed his lips before continuing, “there is so much cum, it’s leaking out of me.” He whispered, careful for the others not to hear, looking embarrassed and turned on at the same time. “I can’t keep it inside, it’s soaking through my clothes.” The little whine and the image itself made Max’s spent cock jump in interest.

“Let it, my little omega,” a wicked, proud grin appeared on his lips. Filling Charles and having him marked by his cum on the podium, in front of millions, did something to him. “After this is done I’ll make sure to pump it back into you again, and out there I’ll just soak you with champagne so much no one will ever notice.” The murmur against Charles’ ear stopped when Max’s name was called. “It’s only fair after winning Austria, baby.”

[beechersnope]

wrote some more of Red Light Spells Danger (sheriff's daughter max/trailer trash daniel street racing AU) but this time it is more depressing than horny

***

Daniel doesn’t know what to expect when he returns later that night, but it’s clear as soon as he exits the crowded tunnel of mesquite trees and pulls into the clearing that Max has had her run of the place.

The rundown trailer, normally dark and uninviting as soon as the sun dips below the mountains, is adorned in multicolored Christmas lights, painting the faded exterior in shades of warm-toned pink, blue, green, and orange. Inside, Daniel can make out a purple glow, but by the time he parks and gets out of his car, the light peeking through the curtains has morphed into a dark orange, fading to yellow as he walks up the front steps and pulls open the door.

It takes him a minute to find Max. She isn’t in his bed, but instead sitting in one of the plastic chairs at the tiny table in the kitchenette. There’s an array of takeout containers in front of her, from the fucking winery of all things, Daniel realizes when he catches sight of the branded takeout bag she’d crumpled up and tossed in the trash.

Daniel wants to demand to know how much fucking money she’d spent on all this, but he knows she wouldn’t take it well. He’s old enough, smart enough, to know that it doesn’t fucking matter—that his pride and the tinge of embarrassment at the difference in their circumstances isn’t important enough to argue about in a futile attempt to soothe his own ego.

Daniel stares at her for a moment, just watching as the shifting colors from the LED strips she’d taped to the corners of the ceiling cast shadows that change the planes of her face; cold, hard in blue, then warm, soft in orange again.

“What did you get me?” he asks as he finally sits down opposite her.

Max’s expression hardly changes, a quirk Daniel is still having trouble getting used to. Somehow, though, it makes the occasional smile he gets out of her seem that much more worthwhile. “Beef ragout,” she tells him as she slides the container over. “And lobster bisque. And a chocolate cheesecake.”

“Jesus, I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to move after all that,” Daniel tells her with a laugh.

Max still looks very serious as she replies, “You don’t have to eat all of it. I can, of course, take the leftovers back to my house.”

Daniel smiles at her and then pops open the first container, the biggest. He inhales the smell of warm beef, rich tomato and ricotta, and almost faints. He knows before he even takes a bite that it’ll be the best meal he’s ever had in his life. He’s right.

And after, when they’ve stuffed the leftover food into the icebox, making room between the cases of beer and haphazard piles of plastic water bottles, Daniel feels a warmth spreading through him that can’t be explained by the evening air.

“C’mere,” Daniel says as he flops down in his bed, extending his arms out to Max, who hovers nearby nervously playing with the hem of her blouse, like she doesn’t know if she’s allowed to join him. “Did you change the sheets?” he asks her when she carefully kneels on the mattress and crawls over, tentatively melting into the circle of his arms.

Max nods, her cheek rubbing against Daniel’s sternum. “I thought it would be nice,” she says.

“It is nice,” Daniel tells her.

He winds his fingers in her hair, loose under a half-pony and gently tugs until she scoots up far enough for him to connect their mouths. It feels just as electric as the first time, her lips moving with his, opening perfectly. The shyness slowly leaches out of her as Daniel holds her tighter, his tongue coaxing hers as he rolls Max onto her back and slots himself between her legs.

Daniel’s not a horny teenager; hasn’t been in a long time. He doesn’t have any qualms about going slow. He know Max can’t tell, probably sees him as some sort of trailer trash Casanova—perfect for a summer fling, Daniel thinks with a hint of bitterness—but it’s been years since Daniel has had anyone in his bed, even longer since he’s wanted it.

He wants this. He wants it so bad it hurts. But he still isn’t hard.

Daniel pulls away after a while, when his lips starts to sting and his tongue aches and his arms shake from the exertion of keeping himself propped up over Max’s body as they kiss, not wanting to pin her down even though every cell in his body is screaming for more, more, more, to press himself so tightly against Max’s bare skin that they become impossible to separate.

Max looks up at Daniel with wide eyes, blown out pupils, a spit-streaked mouth. She pushes up onto her elbows when he sits up, her face creasing a bit in concern. “Did I—was it not good?” she asks.

“It was good,” Daniel reassures her. He’s relieved when she doesn’t glance down at the loose fabric of his jeans, grateful that she doesn’t seem to know enough to tell that Daniel is too fucked up for any of this. He should turn tail and run for her sake, make a clean break now before she can do anything she’ll regret.

But Daniel is too selfish and too lonely to be smart.

“Do you want to keep going?” he asks her instead. “We don’t have to.” It had been her idea, but Daniel wasn’t—he didn’t need it. He could be satisfied forever with this. Just this. Max’s soft skin under his hands, her warm mouth pressed to his. For as long as it lasts.

Max is young and desperate. She doesn’t know what it’ll cost her—what it’ll cost them both.

When she nods, Daniel’s heart sinks. He can’t say no to her. He has to give her whatever he can, even if she deserves far more than losing her virginity in the back of Daniel’s trailer in the backwoods of some nowhere town in the Nevada desert.

[sourwolf-sterek32]

Whispers of a Ghost

Summary: You were Billy Hargrove's twin sister.

After recently being released from jail for a crime you didn't commit, your family moves to Hawkins wanting a fresh start.

However, you never imagined that your fresh start would involve monsters and alternate dimensions. But, the most surprising thing of all was finding yourself falling for popular, rich boy, Steve Harrington.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: implied reference to sexual assault, ptsd, nightmares 

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Chapter 5-

That night as you laid in bed, you found yourself thinking about Steve Harrington.

He was different from most the guys you've met. In a good way.

Steve was cute, and funny, and had a heart of gold. He was also a little cocky too, like, he knew how attractive he was, and he might not be the smartest guy in Hawkins, but he was a sweetheart and you liked him.

You had literally just met, but you really liked him. What was wrong with you?

Eventually, you must have managed to fall asleep, but it didn't last very long. The next thing you knew, you were waking up screaming. Cold sweat was clinging to your body, and you frantically sat up in utter panic.

A second later, your bedroom door slammed open, and Billy rushed inside with a knife in his hand.

He looked around your room for any signs of danger, but it only took one glance at you for him to realise what happened. He lowered the knife, dropping it on your dresser before he rushed across the room to your side.

He was talking. His lips were moving and you knew he was trying to talk, but you couldn't hear anything above the blood rushing in your ears.

You were safe. You were in your own room, not at the party with those guys back in California. You were safe, but you couldn't stop your body from shaking and it wasn't until you felt the coolness of tears trickling down your face that you realised you were crying.

Billy's hands hovered over your own, hesitant to touch you, not wanting to scare or hurt you. You closed your eyes and forced yourself to take in a couple deep breaths trying to calm yourself down.

"You're safe. Y/N, you're safe. It's okay. Nobody is going to hurt you. I won't let anyone hurt you, I promise." Billy whispered over and over again, until your breathing slowly started to even out. "You with me, sis?"

You nodded, not trusting your voice in the slightest as you buried your face with your hands and let out a shaky breath.

"Is she okay?" You heard Max ask from the doorway, her voice so small and concerned, it broke your heart.

"Yeah, she just had a bad dream. Go back to bed, Maxine, I got her."

To your relief, Max actually listened to her step-brother and left the room, not commenting about Billy using her proper name like she usually would and instead left him kneeling beside your bed watching you worriedly.

"I'm sorry." You whispered, barely recognising your own voice.

Billy shook his head, reaching out and resting his hand on your arm causing you to flinch at the touch and he quickly let go.

"I'm not going to hurt you."

"I know. I'm sorry." You replied, wiping the tears from your eyes.

"No, don't apologise. You have nothing to apologise for." He said softly, resting his hand back down on your arm and squeezing it gently. "You okay?"

You nodded, but it was clear Billy knew that was total bullshit. He didn't call you out on it though, but you knew he wanted to.

"It's been- it's been over a year... I should be fine and I thought I was. It's been weeks since I last had a nightmare about it, but..." You trailed off, staring at the wall opposite you, not wanting to see the pity in your twins’ eyes.

"But I wouldn't stop punching Harrington and it reminded you of that night." He said, finishing what you had been trying to say and you nodded causing Billy to sigh, running his fingers through his hair. "Jesus, I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to trigger this or-"

"It's not your fault."

Billy raised his eyebrow, "it kinda is my fault."

"The Harrington thing, yeah. You shouldn't have done that to, Steve. But, that night last year, if you didn't come in when you did... I don't even want to think about what would've happened." You admitted.

Billy nodded, his jaw clenched as he thought back to that night before shaking his head, getting rid of that memory.

"I'm wide awake now. Do you wanna come watch some tv or something?" He suggested, standing up from beside your bed as you nodded.

"Well, I'm definitely not sleeping anytime soon, so yeah."

-

It had been a month since that nightmare and to your relief, you hadn't had another that bad since. But, it had activated Billy's protective big brother mode.

Billy had always been protective over you, but now it was just a whole new level and it was driving you crazy.

Billy was graduating in a few weeks, but you never bothered going back to school after you got released and it wasn't like your father gave a shit about it either.

"Keys." You said, holding your hand out towards Billy. "Hey, you told me I could drive it tonight."

He sighed before tossing you the Camaro keys which you caught with one hand and grinned.

"If I find a scratch on her-" He started to warn before you rolled your eyes.

"Relax, I'm just driving to the school and then back home."

Billy opened his mouth to argue, but whatever he was going to say died in his throat when Max walked around the corner in her Snow Ball dress with Susan trailing behind with a bright smile.

"Holy shit, you look stunning." You gasped, taking in the gorgeous purple dress she was wearing.

Max didn't look happy though and squirmed a little in the dress.

"C'mon, I wanna get a photo of the three of you together." Susan said, pulling out her camera.

Billy grumbled from beside you and you elbowed him in the stomach before wrapping your arm around his shoulders. Max walked over to the two of you and you wrapped your free arm around her too.

"Smile or I swear to God, I'm gonna chip the paint work." You threatened softly, leaning towards your brother.

"You wouldn't."

"Try me."

He sighed before turning back to Susan and smiled brightly for the camera as she counted down and took the photo.

"I hate this stupid dress." Max muttered under her breath.

Max was far from a girly girl and although you thought she looked beautiful, it was clear that she wasn't happy or comfortable wearing a dress.

You quickly ducked into your bedroom, grabbing clothes from your cupboard and shoving them into a bag before you called out to Max that it was time to go, and you both walked out the house.

"My lady." You said dramatically, opening the passenger door of the Camaro for her causing Max to roll her eyes as she climbed inside.

"I look ridiculous." She commented once you pulled out the driveway and started driving down the road. "I hate dresses, but mum made me wear it."

"Ridiculous? No way, you look amazing." You responded, glancing over at her before reaching back behind you and pulling out the bag of clothes you grabbed. "But, if you want. I grabbed some of my old clothes that might fit you. Some nice shirts and pants if you don't want to wear a dress."

Her blue eyes lit up as she took the bag and started to go through the clothes.

You kept your eyes on the road while Max undid her seatbelt and got changed from her dress and into a nice-looking long sleeve shirt and pants.

"Isn't it going to be weird wearing this and not a dress? All the other girls will be wearing dresses and-"

You glanced over at her, taking in the new outfit with a smile.

"Screw all the other girls. You look amazing! Man, Lucas is going to fall out of his chair when he sees you."

That caused Max to smile softly as she fiddled with her hair nervously. "You really think so?"

"Oh, I know so." You replied, glancing over at her with a reassuring smile. "How about a little bit of music for the drive?"

Max nodded as you pressed play and your brothers rock music started to blast through the speakers. The two of you jammed out to Metallica in the car all the way to school before you pulled up to the front of the gym where the ball was being held.

"You're still picking me up, right?" She asked, climbing out the car.

"Of course. Now, go knock 'em dead." You said over the music causing Max to smile before she closed the car door and walked towards the hall.

You sat in the car and watched her disappear inside when suddenly someone knocked on your window, startling the absolute shit out of you. You jumped only to find Steve fucking Harrington standing by your car door.

He had the audacity to look guilty as you glared at him before lowering the music and rolling the window down.

"What are you doing here?" You asked in confusion, and he pointed at something over his shoulder and you looked past him to find Dustin walking into the gym. "Aww you're such a mother to these kids."

Steve huffed out a soft chuckle as you turned the car off and climbed out, adjusting your leather jacket and leaning your back against the door.

"How are you doing? I mean, finding out about, well, everything, wouldn't have been easy." He said, leaning against the car beside you as you both stared at the gym, watching all the kids go inside.

"Let’s just say I've been sleeping with the Chief's gun under my pillow ever since." You replied causing Steve's eyes to widen.

"You still have his gun?"

You held your hands up in defence, "hey, he never asked for it back. That's his fault."

If you were being honest, you probably should drop by the station and give it back to him. But knowing what you did now about the Upside Down, you wanted that gun with you. Sure, the gate was closed, but knowing that it existed, it was enough to make you wary.

"Speaking of the devil."

Steve was looking at something to the left and you followed his line of sight to find the Chief standing by his car with Joyce watching El walk into the hall. You looked back at Steve who was already looking at you and the two of you burst out laughing.

"You think he'll see me and remember I have his gun?" You asked quietly, glancing back at the Chief. "Wait, I thought he said El wasn't allowed out yet? It wasn't safe."

"I guess a couple hours out won't hurt." Steve shrugged.

The two of you fell into comfortable silence for a few minutes as you watched the Ball through the large glass doors, and you smiled softly when you spotted Max dancing with Lucas.

"I haven't seen you since we fought those demo-dogs. I thought I would've seen you at school with Billy." He suddenly said, breaking the silence.

"There was no point going back to school for just a semester. If I'm being honest, I didn't want to be confronted with the entire school staring at me and asking jail questions. I got enough of that from those kids let alone a whole school."

Steve nodded in understanding before looking back at the Ball, but you could tell he wanted to ask about it. When you first met him, he hadn't bought the topic up even though he definitely knew about it. Even after the kids started talking about it, Steve never did. Hell, he even stopped the kids from asking so many questions.

Most people would ask, not caring how uncomfortable it made the person because they were too curious, but not Steve.

"I'm surprised Billy let you take his car. I've seen you drive, I wouldn't want you taking my baby for a spin." Steve suddenly said, changing the topic like he somehow knew what you were thinking.

Your jaw dropped at the joke before you bumped shoulders with him softly and you both laughed.

"My driving isn't that bad."

"You were driving so fast on the way to the tunnels. I thought we were going to die." He said dramatically, using his hands to empathises his point.

"Well, it's hard to concentrate with someone screaming like a little girl in the backseat."

"I think that's an offence to little girls." He chuckled causing you to snort softly. "Also remind me to never get on your bad side by the way. You were a badass that day."

"Don't worry, your face is too pretty to punch. But, if you annoy me, I might put the Chiefs gun to use." You joked causing Steve to laugh before he quickly stopped and looked at you in surprise.

"Wait, did you just call me pretty?"

"I also threatened to shoot you, but sure, focus on that part." You said, rolling your eyes and looking away from him, feeling the tips of your ears turning pink.

"You think I'm pretty." He said, a proud grin forming across his face.

"Don't let it go to your head, Harrington."

"Too late." He responded, still smiling as he stared at you. "We got like two-three hours before these little shits need a ride home, wanna get out of here?"

You had no idea what Steve had in mind, but anything would be better than going back home, so you nodded.

"Sure, I'll drive." You said with a grin, but Steve shook his head.

"Not a chance, Hargrove. My cars parked around back."

You left the Camaro at the school and climbed into Steve's Beemer as he looked over at you. "You ever been to Skull Rock?"

"Nope, but if it's not a rock shaped like a skull then I'll be disappointed."

Steve snorted, "it's a little walk from the main road. You cool with going for a stroll through the woods?"

The thought of going for a walk through the woods after what you now knew wasn't comforting. But, the gate was closed, there were no more monsters. It would be fine, right?

"It's dark and the middle of the night, so yeah, what could go wrong?" You responded sarcastically causing Steve to roll his eyes.

"I have flashlights in the back, it'll be fine."

You nodded, trusting him blindly as he turned the key in the ignition and bought the car to life. A second later, Bohemian Rhapsody started to blast through the speakers causing Steve to frantically reach forward and turn down the dial.

"Queen, really?" You asked raising your eyebrow in amusement.

"Oh, come on, Queen are great! Let me guess you listen to that same shit your brother does? The heavy metal where they just scream and you can't even understand the lyrics?"

"Hey, don't diss rock music." You responded, whacking his shoulder playfully.

Steve laughed softly as he drove down the road and it didn't take long before he pulled over, grabbing the two flashlights from the back before climbing out.

He handed you one of the flashlights before the two of you started to walk through the woods.

It was a little eerie trekking through the woods in the dark. The full moon above you was shining through the treetops which helped a little, but you still couldn't help but feel a little nervous about this.

You'd feel better if you had the Chief's gun with you. The only thing you had was the pocketknife in your jeans pocket that you never left the house without, but a small knife was not exactly reassuring.

"You know, if you plan on, like, murdering me, it would've been easier to do it in the car rather than walking all this way." You said, breaking the silence as you followed him.

Steve quickly stopped in his tracks and turned towards you with wide panicked eyes, "that's not what I'm doing-"

"Harrington, relax. I'm messing with you."

"Oh, that's a relief then. If you want to go back, we can." He replied, motioning back the way you came.

"Hell no. I wanna see this rock!" You exclaimed, walking past him to prove a point before stopping. "I have no idea which direction I'm walking. Lead the way."

Steve smiled before pointing his thumb to the left and you continued walking.

It only took a few more minutes before you reached a clearing in the middle of the woods and even without the torches pointed at it, you could see the large rocks under the moonlight. One of them shaped exactly like a giant skull.

"Ha! I knew it was gonna be a giant rock shaped like a skull." You said, pointing your flashlight up at it.

"It's literally in the name, don't give yourself too much credit." Steve commented sarcastically causing you to roll your eyes.

"Fuck off."

There was no heat in your voice though as you walked past Steve towards the giant rock. How were there these random boulders in the middle of the woods? Better yet, how did Steve even know it was here?

"It's cool, right? I remember the first time I came out here."

You lifted your hand against the side of the rock, shocked with how smooth it was before you turned around to find Steve now standing beside you.

"It's very random, but yeah, it's pretty cool." You replied, glancing around realising just how alone the two of you were. "What are we going to do for the next hour?"

Steve shrugged his shoulders and rested his hand against the rock beside you, leaning closer. "I can think of a few things."

Butterflies started to flutter in your stomach as you stared into those beautiful brown eyes that were shining under the moonlight.

He wasn't implying what you thought he was implying, right? Popular, handsome, rich boy, Steve Harrington wouldn't be implying that with you... right?

"Steve..."

There was no end to your sentence as he glanced down at your lips before his eyes locked with yours.

"If I'm reading this wrong then tell me to stop."

That was all he said before he leant forward and captured your lips with his.

Steve Harrington was kissing you.

He was actually kissing you. Holy shit.

You froze for a split second before you started to kiss him back. His hands cupping the sides of your face, deepening the kiss.

After a few seconds, he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours both of you breathing heavily.

"You take all the girls here to make out?"

"Only the special ones." He whispered breathlessly before he leant forward and started to kiss you again.

You stumbled back a step as he kissed you, your back hitting the rock behind you as you continued to kiss him.

He rested one hand against the rock beside your head stabilising the both of you, the other still on the side of your face, his thumb brushing gently over your cheek as he kissed you tenderly.

"You're beautiful." He whispered against your lips.

You could feel your cheeks starting to blush at the compliment. Suddenly wishing the moonlight wasn't lighting everything up before Steve pulled away and threw his red jumper to the ground and suddenly you were grateful for the moonlight again.

He kissed you again before he unzipped your leather jacket slowly, giving you a chance to tell him to stop, but you remained silent and helped him get your jacket off, leaving you in your jeans and tank top.

Steve's eyes glanced down taking in your body and you quickly realised that he had never seen you without the jacket on. Suddenly, you started to feel a little self-conscious.

His ex had the perfect body and you knew you were far from perfect, especially compared to Nancy Wheeler.

"God, you're stunning." He said, his eyes raking over your body before he started to kiss you again.

Your hands went to his hips, pulling him closer, his chest practically against yours.

Steve made a soft moan of pleasure against your lips at the contact and continued to kiss you before he lowered his hand from your cheek to your neck and your body instantly turned tense.

Memories of that party in California flashed through your mind as Steve's hand held your neck while he kissed you.

Suddenly it felt like you were back at that party. Back in that bedroom. Back on that bed with those drunk guys. Back with that man on top of you, pinning you to the bed.

The others were all laughing, getting off on the sight before them while the guy held you down, his hand wrapped tight enough around your throat to bruise.

You remembered being so scared. So terrified. You had tried to get them to stop, you had tried to tell them to stop, but they didn't listen.

"Y/N?"

Suddenly the hand was gone from your neck. You blinked away the tears that you didn't even realise had started to rise in your eyes to find a very panicked looking Steve standing in front of you.

"Y/N? What's wrong?"

Your heart was beating out of your chest as you stared at him, your hands now trembling by your side.

You silently told yourself to toughen up. You were fine. It was just Steve. You weren't back at that party. You were safe, but you couldn't get yourself to move or say anything.

"Hey, Y/N, can you hear me?"

You felt yourself nod at the question because you could hear him. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that you couldn't stop thinking about it, you couldn't stop imagining it. The memories washing over you in endless waves.

"Y/N-" Steve reached out for you, but quickly removed his hand when you violently flinched. "Hey, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you."

You lowered your head, staring at the ground, your eyes barely blinking and heart beating too fast as you tried to steady your breathing.

"Did I do something? Did I hurt you?"

You shook your head, refusing to look at him, hating the worried tone to Steve's voice as tears burned in the back of your eyes.

"Y/N, please, you're starting to scare me. What's wrong?" He asked his voice coming out a lot softer as he went to lift his hand, but thought better of it and lowered it. "Hey, talk to me. Please."

You lifted your head and met Steve's concerned eyes for a second before averting your gaze and rubbing your face with the palm of your hands, hating how much you were shaking.

"I-I, uh, shit." You sighed, not knowing how to tell him. "When you... when you put your hand on my neck, I sorta- I sorta... I don't know, had a flashback or... I don't know what it was." You quickly explained, thinking it would be easier to get it out as fast as possible, but it wasn't.

"A flashback?" Steve asked in confusion.

"Back in California... I, uh, I went to a party. It was stupid. I shouldn't have went. Billy warned me not too. He knew that crowd was bad, but I went anyway." You said, inhaling sharply as you stared at the ground. "A group of guys took a liking to me... I was drunk. I didn't really know what was happening. The next thing I knew, they had me in a bedroom and were pinning me to the bed and..."

You didn't finish your sentence, you didn't have to. Steve's face had turned pale, his eyes widening. He wasn't stupid, he had figured out what you were trying to say.

Your voice had turned shaky as you continued to talk because you knew if you stopped now, you wouldn't say it at all.

"Billy realised I snuck out the house. I don't know how... but, he found me. He burst into the bedroom and-and saw what was happening and completely lost it. He grabbed the guy on me and threw him into the wall, beat the shit out of him. The other guys tried to stop him, one guy got him in a headlock so, I-I hit him in the back of the head with a golf club that I found beside the bed. It split his head open, knocked him out and Billy took care of the rest... I-I thought he was going to kill them. He just kept punching them and punching them and... I had to stop him because he would have killed them. Then the cops showed due to a noise complain from the music. Billy and I were in the bedroom with three unconscious men, two beaten to a pulp and the other bleeding heavily from his head... it was bad. I told Billy to leave, he would've got arrested on the spot for it. He didn't want to leave though, I begged him to and said I'd tell the cops it was self-defence, but I think we both knew it wouldn't cut it for self-defence..."

Silent tears were falling down your face as you spoke and Steve stood there silently listening to every word before realisation washed over him.

"That's why you were in jail."

It wasn't a question. He already knew the answer, so you just nodded.

"That-that's why I freaked out when you grabbed my neck... it's what they did." You added softly, still refusing to look at him.

"God, I'm so sorry." He apologised. "If I had known, I wouldn't-"

"It's okay." You quickly said, wiping the tears from your face. "You didn't know... nobody knows, except for Billy."

Steve nodded in understanding, but seemed unsure of what to do now.

"I'm sorry. This was perfect and then I just ruined it." You mumbled, lowering yourself to the ground, your back against the rock as you hugged your knees to your chest.

"Hey, that's not true."

You lifted your head and gave him a look, I did ruin it.

Steve sighed and sat down beside you, leaving a small gap between you as he rested his head back against the rock.

"I'm sorry you had to go through all that." He said after a few minutes of silence. "Next time, I promise I won't touch your neck."

Next time?

He still wanted to hook up with you even after what just happened? Why?

"Of course, I do." He answered and you realised that you must have said that out loud. "I mean, if you want too obviously. If you don't, that's cool. I'm not gonna, like, force you or anything. I might be an asshole sometimes, but I'm not like that."

"I don't think you're an asshole." You replied, tilting your head towards him.

"If you met me a year ago, you definitely would."

"Maybe. But my brother can be an asshole sometimes and I still like him. So, you got nothing to worry about, Harrington."

Steve chuckled softly at that, shaking his head.

"You're so similar to Billy, yet polar opposites at the same time. I mean, you are both literally the only people who call me, Harrington."

"What do you want me to call you?" You asked, thinking maybe he didn't like it.

Steve shrugged his shoulders, "I don't mind it. Just reminds me of Billy every time you say it."

You made a disgusted face causing Steve to snort, "well, we don't want you thinking about Billy around me. You'd never kiss me again otherwise."

"Oh, I don't know. Your brother is a rather attractive guy." Steve joked causing you to laugh as you bumped your shoulder into his playfully. "What? We have gym together. It's not my fault that Billy is, like, allergic to wearing shirts or something."

You snorted softly and glanced back at Steve who was laughing at himself and you smiled.

Laughing looked good on him.

"We still have some time to kill before the kids need chauffeuring. There's a McDonalds just outta town and I'd kill for one of their soft serves. Wanna come for a drive?" He asked once he finally stopped laughing.

You knew he was trying to distract you from what just happened and you smiled softly with a nod.

"That's if the ice-cream machine isn't broken."

"Oh, don't even joke about that. It better be working." He said seriously causing you to chuckle.

Steve jumped to his feet and held his hand out towards you which you took, allowing him to help you up before he grabbed his jumper and your jacket from the ground.

He draped your jacket back over your shoulders and picked up the flashlights you didn't even realise had been dropped before the two of you started to walk back through the woods.

"Hey, Steve?"

He glanced over at you as you reached his car, pausing by his door and looking over the roof at you.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

He smiled softly, "anytime."

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A/N-  Well Vol 2 seriously fucked me up.

Not going to say any spoilers, but I am still trying to recover and can't stop crying every time I think about certain parts... like I literally cannot stop thinking about it.

Anyway, this fic will eventually reach the events of season 4 so just a fair warning there will be major S4 spoilers in future chapters. 

I hope you are all still enjoying this fic and I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments below, until next time stay safe everyone and have a great day xx

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Yandere Eddie Munson (6/13)

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*Edited.

“Get in! Someone just pulled up!” Eddie hissed, having already pounced into the raft and clutched the blue tarp to his chest as though it were a fluffy blanket. One hand was pawing in my direction while his expression scrunched up in fear.

I took a step back, leaning and stretching my arms. A satisfying crack sounded from my tailbone. While yawning obnoxiously, I managed,” No. It’s probably just another car going by. I’m not going to break my neck every time, Ed. We’re by a road —“

“Your funeral,” he grumbled, pulling the tarp over his head.

A car pulled into the front. A loud honk sounded, and not even a second later, the tarp flew off of Eddie’s head. He was ready to pounce and was gripping his small knife. The man wasn’t faced toward me, but I was sure his expression was as manic as usual.

He hopped out of the boat, almost stumbling over his feet. I leaned back against the wall near the table, and I only watched in amusement as he skittered ‘sneakily’ across the shack. He peered out the window, panting loudly. I almost felt bad since I recognized he was getting the brute of the blame for everything.

Eddie pulled away and lowered his head, but just then, the metal door flung open with a loud screech! I couldn’t help but let out a shriek, but Eddie was even jumpier, pointing both hands accusingly toward the door while backing into the wall.

“Jesus christ!” he shouted.

Dustin peered around, the rest of his friends trailing behind. He grinned in amusement, holding up several plastic bags. “Delivery service!”

Eddie’s shoulders collapsed and he was still recovering from the fright. I was, too, but it took the form of paralysis. They all filed in and shut the door behind them. Dustin’s eyes were glued to my frame, and I sent him as menacing of a glare as I could, even in my fluffy unicorn onesie.

“Geez, couldn’t you guys knock first?” I exclaimed. 

They all shrugged, which made me roll my eyes in abashed irritation. I kicked myself away from the table while Eddie stumbled our way, separating from his beloved corner. He flipped Steve Harrington in particular the middle finger.

“What?” Steve asked incredulously, waving his hands in defense.

“You gotta, like, teach your kids some manners,” Eddie gasped, clutching at his heart dramatically. He saddled up beside me as the bags of food were dropped near the boat for our pleasure.

“My kids? My kids? I swear —“

Robin punched the side of his arm, making Steve let out a whiny ‘ow’ and pout. “You’re still in, like, total denial. They’ve been following you around for, what, a decade?”

I plopped down in the boat and started rummaging through the grocery bags. Eddie reached around me to grab another, a permanent - yet somewhat playful - frown on his face. I noticed that, due to not shaving for a bit, some stumble was littered around his lips and jawline.

He immediately clawed at the honey comb cheerio box, tearing it open messily. Everyone found designated seats, and even I found myself frozen in vague annoyance as he exploded the bag open. I had but an apple in my hand. Eddie dug his hand into the box and pulled out a fistful of the cereal, shoving it into his mouth.

I scrunched up my nose, and he seemed to sense my stare. He - obviously - hadn’t gotten all the cereal into his mouth, so what was left and covered in his manic slobber, he held out to me. “You, uh, want some?” he stuttered with a full mouth. 

“Dustin got his bad manners from you, dude.”

He quirked a brow in amusement and resisted a smile. He shoved another fistful into his mouth and just watching his gremlin behavior made me lose my appetite. Dustin, with clasped hands, was sitting on a bar stool expectantly. Steve was leaning against a pole while Robin and Max banded together on the opposite side of the port.

“So, we got some, uh, good news and some bad news,” Dustin started. Eddie’s eyes flitted to the boy expectantly. “How do you prefer?”

Eddie finally got through chewing and I gulped. I started,” Good —“

“Bad news first. Always.”

He downed a miscellaneous drink that I hadn’t noticed him open, and I began bouncing my leg anxiously, even at the expense of rocking the boat slightly. 

“Okay, bad news. We hacked into the Hawkins P.D. dispatch with our cerebra, and they’re definitely looking for you. Also, uh,” Dustin tittered, shooting some finger guns,” they’re pretty convinced you killed Chrissy and kidnapped my sister, so…”

“Like, a hundred percent,” Max chimed in. “They’re convinced.”

Eddie, finally not chewing on any food, kept switching attention between the two. He switched the bottle to the other hand and grabbed my knee, drumming his fingers on it. Oh, I felt terrible for Eddie. If it wasn’t convicting enough that Chrissy’s body was in his own home it was more so that he ‘broke in’ and bruised up my boyfriend.

“And the good news?” I inquired carefully, shivers rolling down my spine.

“Your name hasn’t gone public yet,” Robin spoke up. “But if we found out about you, and queen bee is missing for too long, it’s only a  matter of time before others do too, and when that gets out, everyone and their shallow-minded mothers will be gunning for you, Eddie.”

He was clearly in a state of mourning and fear when he heard the words. I frowned, watching as his face contorted hatefully. “Hunt the freak, right?” he croaked.

I sighed, moving my free hand to overlap his own. I could feel his fingers trembling skittishly, and the moment I gave him a reassuring squeeze he flipped it over to hold it tightly. Robin was still staring him down, almost apologetically.

“Exactly.”

“So-o-o,” Dustin piped up, trying to lighten the mood,” before that happens, we need to find Vecna, kill him, and prove your innocence.”

Eddie scoffed, leaning forward to direct a glare toward him. “That’s all, Dustin? That’s all?” 

Dustin frowned thoughtfully and tilted his head. “Uh, yeah, that’s pretty much it.”

Robin with an oar in hand, leaned forward. “Listen, Eddie, I know everything that Dustin’s saying sounds totally delusional, but we’ve actually been through this kind of thing before. I mean, they have, a - a few times, and I have once. Mine was more human-fleshed based, and theirs was more smoke-related, but the bottom line is collectively, I really feel like we got this.”

I could see the cogs turning in his head. I was still recovering from the whiplash of learning my baby brother has almost died and I never knew, so I was in the same daze. Steve, while scratching his head, noted,” See, we usually rely on this girl who has superpowers but, uh, those went bye-bye, so, uh…”

Everyone started humming and speaking up, but I focused definitively on Robin’s high-pitched,” So we’re technically in more of a, kind of, uh, brainstorming phase.”

“Yes! Brainstorming phase,” Max seconded.

That seemed to be the general consensus and my heart fell. I really wanted revenge for Chrissy. And I wanted justice for Eddie. He’d put me through hell and back, but he was a good guy. He didn’t deserve to have his life ruined.

Everyone sounded like they were lying and afraid, though. When Dustin tried to comfort us, I saw the doubts return to Eddie and he watched them warily. His jaw clenched and I mimicked. I didn’t want these innocent kids, especially Dustin, fighting monsters or… whatever it was that was plaguing us.

Silence finally fell, and we both gave them incredulous looks. Eddie was about to say something, but police sirens sounded in the distance. I let out a yelp as my apple flew from my grasp and I was pushed down into the boat. While Eddie trapped both of us underneath the tarp, the others went to the window to see what the commotion was for.

The door flung open, and I could only make out Dustin’s good-bye as they filed out to examine the police cars. They had flown past and clearly weren’t stopped, so I prodded at Eddie. He got the point and flung the tarp away. Somehow, the groceries hadn’t been crushed. All that had been lost was my goddamn apple.

We both sat up, panting. With them gone, despair lingered and festered between us. I chose silence, while Eddie decided to eat his feelings. He pulled out a jumbo chocolate bar and peeled the wrapper. I blinked, shaking myself from my stupor when it was swung into sight.

“Have some, sweetheart.”

I chuckled dryly and shook my head. I crossed my arms, still refusing the snack when it was shoved closer to my face. “No thanks, Eddie. Crisis or not, I need to stay fit for cheerleading.”

He pulled it away and cracked off some of the Hershey bar. “Crisis or not, eating is required.”

I opened my mouth to refuse, but I was instead caught off guard when he shoved the piece into my mouth. I laughed out of shock and had to cover my mouth to prevent it and my slobber from escaping. Eddie’s low chuckles emitted in the empty shack, and I finally swallowed the chocolate.

“See? A little chocolate never hurt anyone.”

I giggled and nodded begrudgingly. “I guess. As long as they kill… Venice, or whatever… by the time I have to move out to college, I’ll survive.”

I noticed Eddie’s face fell, and it was a reminder to us both that we weren’t just having a picnic in a tiny boat in the middle of nowhere. Eddie was on the run while I was being dragged along for his comfort. His chewing slowed and so did his swallow.

“So, uh… you have that whole college thing worked out for you, huh? I’m not surprised. You’re, uh… smart. Talented.”

I nudged him, sending him a smile. “So are you, Ed. A niche hobby doesn’t define you like people think it does.”

He pursed his lips in thought before answering,” Well uh, I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but the only thing that matters for that college crap is what people think. And my uh GPA and all that smart people stuff isn’t up to par. You probably got a, uh, cheerleading scholarship, right?”

“Yeah. At F/c. Chance also got a scholarship for basketball there, and Chrissy… she is -… was planning on using her scholarship to go into, uh, mechanics.”

“Mechanics?” Eddie exclaimed. “She looks like she’d cry if she touched a dust bunny!”

“It’s true,” I insisted, laughing. “She’s super into cars. All those cheerleader stereotypes aren’t true, you know.”

“The jock, uh, stereotypes definitely are, though.”

“Hey,” I groaned in mock offense. “Again, you’ve brought everything on yourself. Sure, sometimes they’ve gone a little far, but they’re just trying to make you leave me alone, Eddie.”

Eddie hummed, eyes sparkling in mischievousness. He was done with the chocolate for now and instead put his head in his elbow and peered at me closely. “And do you want me to leave you alone, sweetheart?”

I opened my mouth and then shut it again. For some reasons cheeks burned with a furious blush, especially with Eddie’s growing smirk. I placed my hands on either side of my cheeks and pouted, sending him a playful glare. “You’re my friend, Eddie, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Then why was I given the honor of my picture being on your mirror?”

My heart was already racing, but it was even more so now. He’d raised his head, and I became acutely aware of how his face drew closer. A hand gripped at my knee gently and he was watching me expectantly. Waiting for me to mess up and say something remotely flirtatious.

“Chrissy is on my mirror too, you know,” I mustered. “And besides, it really was from a few years ago. I took a few ‘natural’ photos of school areas —“

“I don’t recall seeing those on your wall, sweetheart.”

My breath was caught in my throat and my heart dropped to my stomach. It wasn’t that Eddie hadn’t been this close before. It was always that I felt guilty for reacting this way. It was like he knew, too, and that it was my own fault he had yet to give up.

I momentarily took in every detail of his - and I’d never admit this - attractive visage. Even with some stubble and smeared dirt along his cheeks, his lips looked soft and supple. Chapped, but none the less, appealing. His eyes were meeting mine in adoration, and his chest heaved calmly, even underneath all of his clothing layers. His hands were squeezing my knees gently, his ornate rings pushing against my skin. He was expecting something.

As I realized I needed to breathe, I suddenly sniffed the air. That broke all of my concentration and I suddenly pushed at his chest. Eddie let out a squawk, clearly not expecting it. He fell back against the side of the boat, sending me a surprised stare.

“Wh - what?” he complained loudly.

I shook my head, hoping my blush had abandoned me. “One, it’s gonna happen. Two, you smell abysmal. And I probably do, too.”

“Yeah, well, you still look stunning —“

“Shut it,” I groaned in irritation. “We’re friends, Eddie so stop looking so deeply into it. So, if you don’t mind, I plan on cleaning myself up.”

“Hey, we’re, uh, kind of restricted to only this area —“

I stared incredulously before motioning out toward the lake. Eddie fell silent, realizing what I meant, and nodded slowly. “I guess that seems reasonable.”

I sent him a gloating grin, noticing how his shoulders fell. I stepped out of the boat and onto the plank floor. I tugged at the zipper and slid it down, only then realizing that Eddie hadn’t moved and was watchmen intently. Even when we made eye contact, he only gave me a sleepy grin.

I scoffed and turned around, even though that didn’t give me much comfort, either. I slid the onesie off, revealing my embarrassing Hello Kitty-themed bra and panty set that would have to count as a bikini for the sake of getting clean. I was coated in sweat and dirt so just shedding the onesie was enough to start feeling refreshed. 

Even with Eddie’s predatory gaze on me.

I didn’t spare him a glance as I stepped in front of him onto the boat, and from there on, I prepared myself for the jump.

I peered back at him, scowling. He was completely zoned in on one specific part of my body a blush present on his cheeks. I glared for a moment and only then did he jump. “My eyes are up here, pervert. Strip. You’re stinky.”

“So jump, sweetheart. Test the water for me, will ya?”

I scowled playfully and did just that. The boat tilted slightly, so I took the chance to jump. I curled my knees to my chest and prepared for impact. As my body hit the water, it was fairly nice. Lukewarm. However, my nose hurt from the water that invaded it, even though I’d hid my face in my knees. I was quick to relate, using my arms to pull myself back to the surface. It was hard to see or speak for a moment, so instead, I gave a hearty thumbs up as I gasped for air.

I heard a cackle. The boat was a few feet away and it croaked loudly. I wiped my eyes while treading water, just in time to see that Eddie was stripping his jackets on the dock. I was right. He stank for a goddamn reason. And yet, even though his back was turned, I couldn’t help but take note of his back muscles - or the lack there of. He wasn’t lying when he said he didn’t work out.

My breath caught in my throat when he glanced over this shoulder. We made momentary eye contact, which was more than enough for him to flash a knowing grin and enough for me to dip my head under the water in sheer embarrassment. I swam further out, and only then did my toes barely graze the bottom of the lake.

I returned to the surface, just as the water was disturbed by Eddie canon-balling into the lake. I continued to wade, although some of my hair blocked my vision. Just as I cleared my eyes, I saw that Eddie was but a few feet away from me, still recovering from the jump.

It was kind of stupid, but I couldn’t help but graze over his shoulders and collar bone. I’d seen his tattoos before, but my gaze couldn’t help but linger. They were so detailed and weren’t as ugly or misshapen as some other tattoos I’d seen in my life.

“Liking what you see, sweetheart?”

I burst into a series of coughs and I had no doubt that my face flushed. I covered my eyes and lost flailed in the water. All I knew was that Eddie was watching in vague - and arrogant - amusement. He kept humming loudly, which made me only cough further.

I finally recovered, but I couldn’t meet his gaze. Luckily, the dark water shielded me and stopped me from feeling too embarrassed, even though the bra straps were literally mimicking that of cat tails. “I know nothing about, uh, what you… speak of.”

“Yeah. I’m sure. If it’s any consolation, sweet heart, you look —“

“Don’t finish that sentence or I will… do something.”

He swam a little closer, and I noticed how his curls had flattened and he struggled to keep them out of his face. Beads of water slid down his neck and chest as he bounced in the water slowly. His lips were upturned into an almost sadistic smirk, and I felt his legs occasionally kick past mine.

“Do what exactly? Last time I checked, you’ve never even hurt a fly.”

I bit my lip in thought as my brain short-circuited. He wasn’t wrong. But Eddie wasn’t a fly, so he wasn’t off-limits. 

“I will… mush your bones together like bread dough?”

Eddie’s eyebrows raised and he chuckled lowly. “Thanks for specifying. It would’ve been more concerning if it was any other kind of dough.”

“Uh… yeah.”

An awkward silence fell between us. We just stared at one another. I became more embarrassed with each passing moment, and finally, I had enough.

“I am getting out. Bye.”

“I think I’ll admire the view a bit longer.”

I sent him a glare and swam around him. And even as I clumsily pulled my soaked body onto the dock, I felt Eddie’s gaze glued on me the entire time. I was never more overjoyed to wrap the blue plastic tarp around my body.

~~~

“You sure you aren’t hungry?” Eddie fussed, face full of the only remaining cheerios. “There’s more than enough to uh, share, sweetheart.”

I sent him a lazy and rather tired grin, feeling the row boat rock. I was finally n my onesie, even if my hair was still a little wet. It was growing progressively cold and my pajamas were nice and soft. Eddie seemed to have a bottomless pit for a stomach, while I felt like if I ate anything, it’d just come back up.

After all, conversation grew dry eventually, even if it was Eddie Munson in my company. And that meant my thought always returned to Chrissy.

Just remembering what I’d witnessed made my stomach churn.

“It’s alright,” I insisted quietly, sending him a small smile. “I don’t have much of an appetite.”

Eddie’s mouth twitched and he frowned, sighing quietly. He finally set down the empty box and he’d finished his cereal. He veered his body toward me, staring at me, and intertwined his fingers together. There was concern flashing in his eyes, and there were words on the tip of his tongue.

I met his intense, worried gaze with a smile. I fluttered my eyelids innocently, and I noticed he bit his lip in thought. He finally mustered,” Not eating isn’t going to do, uh, much, you know.”

“It’ll help prevent vomiting,” I mused.

He tilted his head, eyes flitting over my expression. His frown deepened, and the moonlight cascaded across his features mysteriously. “…You’re still thinking about her, huh?”

“It’s kind of hard not to.”

His hands separated, and one slid overtime knee, rubbing softly. “Henderson’s got it.”

“And that’s just the problem,” I gushed suddenly furrowing my brows. “He’s just a kid! And I’m his sister. I thought we were closer than that. I mean, like, I spoil him with gifts and I embarrass him at school. What’s not to confide in? And, like, this isn’t normal. None of this is. Without Chrissy, it’s like, what’s the point? There’ll be no more stupid double dates with our deadbeat boyfriends, or watch movies, or complain about the said boyfriends… And, like, who else am I supposed to confide with? I can’t confide with Chrissy about Chrissy being dead. Dustin’s off killing monsters. And Chance is, uh, Chance.”

Eddie sighed, scooting closer. “I still don’t know what you see in him… But you don’t need him. I’m here for, uh, you, Y/n. You know that.”

A dry laugh bubbled in my throat and I couldn’t help but shake my head. “You barely know me, Eddie.”

“You… would be surprised,” he admitted bashfully, lips pulling into a shy smile. “I like you for a, uh, reason, you know? I wouldn’t spend my entire high school career pursuing you if you weren’t worth it. Maybe, uh, you don’t really know me, but… I notice things, I guess. And believe me, you deserve so much more than, uh, anything that’s happened.”

His words struck a chord and I gulped. I didn’t have to say anything, though, as Eddie wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a warm hug. His denim jacket pressed against my pajamas, and I couldn’t help but sink into it. I really, really needed it. 

I buried my face into the crook of his neck, his various layers’ colors pushing into my cheeks. His leather jacket was cold, with his tee-shirt was soft. I reciprocated, wrapping my arms around his waist. I held onto his side limply. I wanted to cry, but there were no tears that came. I felt Eddie trembling, and I knew he wasn’t doing too hot, either.

And yet, he still tried so hard to cheer me up.

I smiled slightly, nuzzling my nose into the side of his neck. He sighed regretfully, his hands rubbing against my back softly. It was clear neither of us wanted to break each other’s hold, even though both of our muscles flexed with discomfort and our bones ached from weariness.

We were tired and scared and confused.

But at least, even if it was only for this dystopian part of my life, we had each other.