#and max's expression in the last one! :D

[il-predestinato]

Max: *puts his arm around Charles without looking*

Max: *has to search for his own teammate*

Max Verstappen & Charles Leclerc | post-qualifying | 2022 Bahrain Grand Prix 🎥: F1TV

[defnotsoju]

Can you add anal or petplay on your minju smut?😂

THE KITTEN IN MY HOTEL ROOM

ILLIT's MINJU × M! READER

There was nothing better than hanging out with friends at a club after a long work week. You were drinking to the max, dancing, making out with random women in the club who were selling themselves for a few hundred dollars. Your life as a student was one of the best experiences you ever had and you would never give it up if you could. But what could be better than student life in Seoul?

Having a prostitute in your hotel room waiting for you every night and ready to serve you with her body.

The moment you entered the hotel room, you noticed the brown haired girl sitting on the large bedroom wearing a very cute lingerie. Although it was cute, the way her breasts were pressed together, expressing the line of her bust really turned you on. Her hair was wavy, her thighs were completely exposed and the material over her breasts and pussy was so thin that you could see through them. You could swear this is the hottest sight you've ever seen.

When you stood in front of her, you spread her legs apart with your knee and grabbed her chin. You made her look at you, smiling mischievously at the way she was looking at you.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Someone's impatient, huh?" You laughed and started caressing her lower lip with your thumb, carefully inserting the same finger into her mouth. "Suck it." You ordered her.

The brunette began to suck your thumb, looking up at your eyes that hungrily gazed at her semi-naked body. "You're so hot like this. I don't think I could go without fucking you anymore. You know what to do." You pushed your finger deeper into her mouth, making her gag slightly. She listened to you and obediently turned around, settling on the mattress on her hands and knees.

You were glaring at her ass which was so pale that the slap on her soft ass left a red mark from your hand. You were constantly enjoying the way her body reacted to the slaps, which made you slap her ass several more times in a row. She just moaned desperately and her body twitched.

But you yourself were eager to fuck her. You could feel the heat hugging your cock after you had applied the lube on it. Your movements were more difficult at first precisely because of how such a tight hole Minju has. The sight was brutal. Her back was arched, her chest pushed out against the mattress, her ass lifted up against your body. The leash was tightened around your hand and you were making her neck arch back until you had lost all sense of what you were doing. You had begun to aggressively thrust your pelvis into her ass, loud slaps of your skin echoing through the hotel room. You could hear her breathing heavily, the bell around her neck ringing constantly.

"S..Sir.. please fuck me slower It h-hurts.." Minju tried to plead with you politely and respectfully, calling you names as if you were higher in the hierarchy than her, which you were. She was just a prostitute and nothing more. But that didn't stop you. It even gave you the motivation to bang her as if it was the last time in your life, making the girl scream loudly in the room. You decided to lean over her yourself, starting to moan against her ear, which you bit.

"Meow for me. Be my good obedient kitty. Isn't that why I pay you? Why don't you do your job like the slut you are? Do you want me to tell your boss what you're doing? If you don't want to get into trouble, listen to what I tell you and you will be rewarded in the end." You growled against her ear, grabbing her hair and starting to pull hard. You pressed her head into the mattress, enjoying the way she meowed for you.

"Fuck...! S..Sir ~ This is so g..good.. N..N..Nyangh ~" The girl was moaning and shaking, trying to somehow squeeze her thighs as if that would stop the feeling of being aggressively fucked like she was some kind of animal. "N..Nyanghhh ~ D..Don't stop fuckin' me like that! P..Please!"

The time passed imperceptibly, and you had already reached your orgasm. You came so much in her tight hole that your cum started to flow out of her anus. Minju looked back at you, expecting you to help her cum as well, but she was going to keep her hopes up because you had other plans for her. She was licking the back of her palm, rubbing it after that on her forehead and acting exactly like the kitty you wanted her to be for you.

Without saying anything you grabbed her leash again and made her walk like an animal on all fours to the small fridge in the corner of the room. You took out a bottle of milk from the fridge and took a deep bowl, placing it on the floor and crouched next to her body.

"This is your reward for the good girl you are for me. " You stroked her soft, long and thick hair and she looked at you smiling. As soon as you poured it into her bowl, you told her to start drink the 'milk' like a kitten, and she listened to you.

Minju bent down and licked the white liquid, widening her eyes and immediately pulled away. It was your sperm. You had made her drink your orgasm, which you had saved especially for this session.

It looked like she didn't want to drink your cum from the bowl, but you forced her down and shoved her face inside, Minju closing her eyes and squeezing her eyelids as she drank from the bowl. "Good girl." You spoke and grabbed her hair to keep it out of the way. "I want you to drink it all."

[stardust-moth]

In order to fully understand why it was so hard for Mike to express how deeply he loves El, and why his speech at the end of season 4 was one of the biggest, most important moments for his entire character, we need to look at not just who Mike is as a person, but also everything that has happened since he met her.

Every single time he opens up his heart to her, something horrible happens to her or she's taken away from him almost immediately afterwards.

1x08; he's an awkward little ball of feelings that are way too big for a boy so young. He makes a nervous attempt at confessing and asking her out on a date; when he can't find words that she'll understand, swoops in for a kiss instead. She lights up immediately and smiles. It's a brief moment of hope and pure happiness. Maybe they can have some semblance of a normal life and be normal kids after this is all over.

Minutes later, all hell breaks loose-- they're almost shot, El pushes herself too far until she can barely move, she's almost taken away by the Bad Men, the Demogorgon appears, and she uses the very last of her strength to sacrifice herself to save him and their friends.

He has to watch helplessly as she disappears.

He spends a year caught between believing she's dead and hoping she's still out there somewhere (but if she is alive then why won't she talk to him anymore...?). Kept silent under threat by the lab, he can't confide in anyone or even acknowledge her existence, not with anyone except those involved... but everyone else is keen on moving on and pretending it never happened. He can find some solidarity in Will, at least, who is in a similar kind of emotional turmoil... but it's not the same and it's not enough.

2x9; he is finally reunited with El, and she runs into his arms like she missed him too. She tells him that all those nights he called out to her, she heard him; she was there reciprocating his feelings the whole time.

In a burst of emotions that he's been forced to suppress for an entire year, he lashes out at the reason they've been kept apart (Hopper), screaming and sobbing. It's a massive catharsis for him, and for once an adult is understanding enough to hold him and not punish him for it.

Minutes later, she is going to go headfirst into a pit of monsters, the place where Mike had just firsthand witnessed dozens of people (if not more) get ripped to shreds only hours earlier, and she is going to attempt to close the Gate-- a feat that he knows may take every ounce of her power, just like last time. He cries. He can't lose her again. She promises he won't, and before she can seal that promise with a kiss, they're pulled apart again.

He has to watch helplessly as she drives away.

3x1; all seems to be okay now. He and El are happily together, and he feels comfortable enough to be playful, romantic, and intimate with her. It's the most emotionally open we've ever seen Mike thus far.

For reasons he can't understand (bc there's no way Hopper explained himself beyond "I'm in charge so do as I say or else"), Hopper is angry about it and threatens to never allow him to see her again: the one thing he fears most.

He panics big time and fucks it up in the process by lying to her. During a frantic attempt to apologize while also abiding by Hopper's rules, he runs into her at the mall. He panics again-- if anyone finds her here, and knows that he was here too, it's all over, and Hopper surely won't hear reason. El dumps him cold on the spot, spurred on by Max and her rebellious attitude (and without any context of course). He isn't given much opportunity to respond. He knows he's in the wrong for lying to her, so what could he even say...?

He has to watch helplessly as she drives away.

It's a hard blow, and he retreats back into himself, unable to get any joy out of playing D&D (which he clearly hasn't lost interest in), back to the deadpan sarcasm and accidentally snapping a little too harshly at anyone whom he feels would take El's place.

3x6; no one seems to understand the danger El is putting herself in. Everyone is berating him for worrying about her safety. He's seen firsthand what these monsters do to people, he's seen firsthand how El pushes her abilities too far. No one is listening.

The words "I love her and I can't lose her again" burst out in his desperation, perhaps before he's even had a chance to realize how deep those feelings run, despite whatever protective walls he's tried to build around his heart to keep it from getting broken again.

Soon after, all hell breaks loose. El is nearly killed several times over, her leg is ripped open, she pushes herself so hard that she breaks herself and loses her powers completely. Her father is taken from her. She's shattered by all of this, and there's absolutely nothing he could do or say to make it better.

She tells him that when he admitted he loves her, she heard him, and indeed she loves him, too... But now she's leaving.

He has to watch helplessly as she drives away.

4x1; they've been apart for a few months, and write letters back and forth to each other. El's letters paint a picture of an ideal new life: she and the Byers family are doing well; she's starting school and it's going well; she's made new friends, she likes her new home, everything is going well. She seems to be thriving. She sounds happy, maybe even happier than she had been living in Hawkins. Maybe Max was right, maybe she's better off being her own person without him, and maybe the respectful thing to do is step back... It's a small insecurity that creeps up subconsciously. In his replies he holds back, afraid of clinging too hard.

Though there's little logic in it, he's afraid that if he tells her he loves her again, another disaster might strike and this lovely happy life she's finally found might get taken from her. After all, that's what always seems to happen when he does.

4x2; after months of waiting, they can finally see each other again. He wears her favorite colors, picks a handful of flowers for her, and falls happily back into step with how they used to be. Soon that same day, however, reality becomes clear and the facade crumbles. People he was told were her friends show up to torment and publicly humiliate her. She had been lying. She isn't happy here, she hasn't healed, she is right at the edge of a breaking point that he doesn't see coming at all. He can't believe she would lie to him, she's not the kind of person to lie... especially not about something like bullying, something that she was always so understanding about with him.

On that logicless subconscious level, he wonders if it's all his fault-- he should have known somehow, he should have been there for her. She protected him from his bullies, he should have protected her from hers. He tries to come to her rescue. She runs away from him.

He's helpless to save her, again.

4x3; after a night to process everything that happened-- and deciding that the betrayal he feels from her lying to him is nothing compared to the turmoil she must be going through right now-- Mike approaches her in the gentlest way possible, wanting to listen and trying to understand. El, however, isn't receptive at all to his attempts at reassurance. She is at an all-time low, she's given up. She believes she is unlovable, irredeemable, a monster, just a thing that doesn't even have those superhuman abilities to compensate anymore. Mike can't believe what he's hearing-- doesn't she know that she's always been so much more than her powers? She's always been so much more than what she lacks in quote-unquote "normalcy"... None of those things matter, they have absolutely no bearing on whether she's worthy of being loved, because he loves her, completely regardless of any of these things. He always has...

El starts flinging his restrained words back at him, the products of his insecurity and trauma-induced fear. That fear takes hold yet again, and he stumbles, afraid of saying too much or not enough, because surely both could result in pushing her away-- she's retreating, hearing none of it; nothing he tries to say consoles her.

Moments later, local police come knocking. She's taken away in cuffs, and she's so broken inside that she won't even look at him when he chases the police car down the street and promises he'll get her out somehow...

Once again, he has to watch helplessly as she drives away.

4x8/4x9; after days of driving through the heat and dryness of southwest desert, having narrowly escaped being shot at with military-grade assault rifles, witnessing the death of and burying a man whose last words were that El is in danger... After watching dozens of people get mowed down by a sniper in a helicopter, and watching that same helicopter be smashed into the ground in a ball of flames...

There she is. Just as powerful and beautiful and alive as she's ever been. When he runs to her and embraces her, she looks at him like she can't believe he's real. She's beaming a smile right from her soul and it's like all the insecurity and self-doubt that have plagued them both just vanish from existence now that they're in each other's arms again.

Like always, however, the universe comes crashing down soon after. Max is marked for a gruesome death and all of Hawkins is in danger. They're miles away and helpless, and the only possible way for El to save everyone is if she goes in alone. She's stronger than ever, but so is her foe. Once again, she descends to face all the demons of hell on her own, and Mike can't do anything.

She's losing. She's choking. She's dying. He's helpless.

He must be cursed. He must be. Being with her, loving her, allowing himself to admit he loves her, it always brings only pain and suffering and loss. His heart is so full that it's aching, it's bursting out of his chest, and he can't contain it any longer.

She's going to die and it's going to be all his fault, because he fell in love, and it's cursed her.

Just before it all crumbles into utter despair, the earnest support from his oldest and dearest friend-- one who's always shared and understood his feelings of helplessness-- sparks a light of hope in him: "You're the Heart." You're not helpless. You can save her.

The words that come spilling out of Mike's mouth are truer than any he's ever dared to speak before, and it's the most terrified he's ever been, but he has enough courage for this moment. Despite all of the fears that have been building, stifling, choking him to death for years-- fears that the light of his life will inevitably disappear again, and there's nothing he can do to stop it-- despite it all, he pours out his heart to her.

He loves her. He's always loved her. He loves everything she ever was, is, and could be. He can't imagine a world without her in it. She saved him, in every way a person can be saved. And he needs her to live. He believes in her.

And it works. It's music to her ears.

[ohdeersthings]

Beautiful Sounds

Neteyam x Metkayina!Deaf!FReader

Summary: Neteyam finds a way

Warnings: Fluffffffff for daayyys, angst 👀 we are caught up in our feelings, not proof read

A big thank you to @iikatsukii for this idea! I hope you like it, I tried my best 😭😂

Part 2 to this little beauty:

Neteyam thought he could never love anything so much until he met you. Learning your clans ways brought new insights to how the world can be so different but still beautiful. You were an example of that.

Even though you couldn't hear, you learned how to dance with elegance from the vibrations in the sand, he saw the patience you had with children, taking the time to guide them and understand what they needed, sometimes better than their own parents.

What really took his heart was how you found the simple joys of everyday life. The look of bliss on your face when the ocean sprays you with its salty mist, the contempt in your eyes as you looked at your family and friends. The love you expressed through your hands and body when you hugged or kissed him.

He thought you deserved to hear more than anyone, which is why after two months of communicating and deliberation with Norm and Max, they finally made the first set of hearing implants for Na'vi. A beautiful aqua to match your skin tone, and water proof so you could hear underwater as well.

As Neteyam watched from the shoreline as you raced your sister on Ilus, he couldn't help but feel nervous. He's practiced so hard with you and the others with sign language and yet he still continued to mess up sometimes. You never got angry or upset, just flashed your beautiful smile and repeated what he was trying to sign so he could practice again.

He'd especially been practicing for something special to you when the time came right, of course getting past Tonowari and Ronal wouldn't be easy. Taking one last glance at your figure, he turned and headed for the Marui pod that he knew your family resided in.

~.~

Ronal hissed and threw a shell at Neteyam which he ducked out of the way of, "You dare ask me such a question! That demon device will ruin her!" Tonowari just shook his head at his mate, she was nearing the end of her pregnancy and was very cranky.

"It'll help her hear! She can finally here all of you and everything around her!" Neteyam raised his hands in the air, trying to calm the angry pregnant woman. "Ronal, maybe she should give it a chance," Tonowari reasoned, Ronal growling lowly.

"You want to change her? You asked us mere days ago to mate and now you want this!? I pray to Great Mother to have the strength to not bury you alive! Skxawng!"

"No I don't want to change her! I want her to experience things that I know she longs for," Tonowari placed his hand on Ronal's shoulders giving her a look to calm down. Ronal did so, but not happily.

Both turned towards the young man, which he took as a continuation, "I promise, I love everything about her. The way she looks at the horizon with longing, wanting to go there and explore. The way (Y/n) wants to join in on everything everyone is doing but knows she can't hear everything, you may not have seen it, but I can. I hate that she cannot experience the wonderful sounds of the world, but if I could help her make one thing...The thing I know she may long for the most happen, I would crawl through viper thorns to do so, so please, let me try this," he begged at this point, taking a knee before the leaders of the clan.

Glancing at eachother, Tonowari spoke for both, "Very well, if she wants to try it, you have our blessing," Neteyam grinned, thanking them as he ran out the Marui pod to find you.

"You know he would never hurt her, Ronal?" Tonowari smiled at his mate gently, who rolled her eyes in annoyance, "Maybe Eywa will give me strength to not bury you, Tonowari,"

~.~

You huffed air laughing as Neteyam grabbed your hand, dragging you through the trees that surrounded the island.

Tapping his hand, he turned to you so he could watch, 'Where are we going?'

'Somewhere private' he replied, your smile wide as you let him carry on guiding you.

Coming to a beach front, your eyes saw a wonderful sight of a hand weaved blanket on the beach with some delicious fruit you adored. The sun was almost the horizon, the beauitful shades of orange and pink beginning to shine on the clouds and sky.

He led you down and helped sit you on the blanket, his eyes holding nothing but love for you. You returned the gaze, hand caressing his face as he lightly pecked your lips.

"I have something, for you," he gestured, you nodding, eyes staring at his figure so you wouldn't miss anything.

Pulling out a blue box from his hip bag, he opened it to reveal two small, weird looking devices. Your eyebrow furrowed, glancing up at him confused. Was this a forest thing? Why did it look like something sky demons made?

"Oh right, um," Neteyam mumbled to himself, licking his lips as he put the box down, hands moving slowly as he thought each sign out.

"These," points to the box, "help you, hear," he tried to keep it short and to the point. Yet this only confused you more.

"I cannot hear, how can these help me?" Your hands were moving quickly, 'I don't understand-' he took your hands into his, holding them close to his chest to try and regain your attention, your eyes narrowed with unease and confusion.

He let go slowly, his hands moving the same time as his lips, "These go in here," he gestured to your ear, "and when turned on, they let you hear," you slowly nodded, Neteyam picking up the box and holding it to you, the sunset reflecting of your eyes as you nodded to him.

Closing your eyes as you felt his hand gently place the small things in your ears, the other holding your cheek in reassurance.

He pressed on something, a small high pitched noise filled your ears which made your eyes shoot open. You looked around frantically, hands covering your ears and the devices from the shock of hearing something for the first time.

Neteyam placed his hands over yours, holding your head as your eyes turned to him with fear. He breathed in and out, eyes trained on yours as you began to copy him, slowly relaxing.

You both moved your hands, your ears twitching as you heard something else. A soft roaring and crashing sound that made you look to the water, eyes filling with tears as you signed, "waves?" His face lighting up and nodding, taking your hand as he helped you up.

You stared out into the giant mass of blue, the sound of the waves flooding every sense you had. The distant calls of birds and animals soon followed, all overwhelming but yet so majestic in your eyes.

Your hands came to cover your mouth and muffle your sobs as you began to cry. The world sounded different than you had ever thought, it sounded better.

Neteyam wrapped his arm around your shoulder to comfort you. Your shoulders slowly stopped shaking as you gazed up at him.

"(Y/n)" he whispered, your face morphing into one of disbelief. He sounded as gorgeous as he looked.

You tapped his lips, a grin on your face as you turned your body to face him completely now. "You can hear me?" He asked, your smile wide as you nodded. "There's something I want to ask you. I thought I would ask like this, but I want to ask you in your own way," he gently caressed your face as you nodded, feeling a small rush of adrenaline from all the excitement.

You never thought he would go through all this trouble for you, this just showing you how much he truly cared.

He held your hands, giving them a squeeze before taking a step back to see your whole body. Also incase he had to run from rejection.

'You are so beautiful,' he started, your eyes narrowing in curiosity, wondering where he was going with this. You were very flattered though as you shyly shuffled.

'When I look at you, I think of home' he started fumbling a little bit, but you smiled at him which gave him strength to keep going. "I want to spend the rest of my life, with you,'

Your mind suddenly went blank, realizing what he was asking, 'Will you be my mate?' He finished with a shy smile, but you were only staring at him with a blank expression.

A cold shiver ran down his spine, you weren't saying or doing anything. Just starting at him.

"(Y/n)?" He asked softly, taking a step forward to grab your fingers, but you jerked back suddenly, your ears flattened as you turned and ran.

Neteyam could only stare heartbroken as you disappeared from view, the sun now down below the horizon.

~.~

'You did what!?' Tsireya signed, but you didn't see it as you were hiding your face in your hands in shame. Tsireya tapped you, your glossy eyes looking at her disbelief ones. 'You left him without an answer? I thought you loved Neteyam!' 'I do!' You began, teeth gritting together, 'why would he want me?' You sobbed, tears begging to flow passed your waterline, Tsireya looking at you in empathy. 'I cannot hear, I cannot talk well, I only babble like newborn baby,' you began to hiccup, 'He gave me these to help me hear, I wish to talk to him like he can with me, but my voice is ugly,'

Tsireya grabbed your shoulders, her look fierce as she shook her head, "No! Your voice is beautiful and unique!" She knew you didn't take the sky peoples devices out, so you could hear her.

And hear her you would.

"Neteyam begged mother and father for weeks before they agreed! He planned these hearing devices for months. He loves you, all of you!" Tsireya exclaimed, your whimpers making her hug you close. "If you wish to speak to him, we will help you," Tsireya declared, her heart breaking for her older sister.

(Y/n) spent her whole life looking after others, even with the loss of hearing. Tsireya felt a few tears slip through her own eyelashes as she's never seen you this upset before. You were always smiling for everyone, the first one out and the last one in. You never told anyone how you truly felt.

Tsireya promised to Eywa she would make it right.

~.~

You avoided Neteyam for days, diving out of sight when you caught a glimpse of the oldest Sully sibling, your heart filled with guilt. You never meant to hurt him, but how could you face him before you were ready.

The Sully siblings, aside from Neteyam, knew what you were doing and tried their best to help both sides, but they still felt bad for their oldest brother.

Your own siblings helped you morning and night in getting your words more precise and clean, the pronunciation being the hardest as you technically never had to speak Na'vi or English before.

You sat in that beach shore cove Neteyam had brought you to only days prior, your eyes clenched in frustration as you tried again.

"oil ngatee kameee," the simple phrase of 'I see you' fell from your lips as you groaned in your throat. You were never going to get it, they sounded slurred together and it was hard to understand.

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and tried again, "oel ngati kameie," this time it sounded better, but you really had to think and enunciate with your lips.

Head falling into your hands, you felt a few tears slip out. Why did Neteyam choose you? There are better girls, ones who weren't at a disadvantage like you were.

Standing up, you turned to see Neteyam right behind you.

You gasped inwardly, taking a few steps back. Neteyam only stared at you with a inquiring look, but you could see the hurt in his eyes too.

'I'm sorry,' you signed, looking down so your bohemian knotless braids covered your face. You couldn't face him. 'I'll leave now,' you made to scurry past him when he grabbed your hand, your breath hitching as you were frozen in place.

He carefully walked around to face you, his face looking solem at your stiff body. 'Why?' He questioned, you feeling tears staring to build up. 'Many girls better than me,' you answered, his shocked expression taking you off guard. 'No one is better than you, I only want you, now and forever,' he signed passionately, your tears streaming down your face as you shook your head.

'I sound like a baby, I cannot talk like an adult,' you desperately tried to get him to see, but he only shook his head at you.

'I have never heard your voice, but your quiet huff bring music to my ears. My heart yearns for yours so that they may beat together. Make their own sound, together. As one," Neteyam emphasized, never seeing you look so down heartened as you did right now.

Lo'ak had finally cracked and told him that you'd been practicing your voice and speech so that you could be better. Better for him. When all Neteyam wanted was you. He was so lost these last few days, never seeing you and his thoughts running wild on why you rejected him.

'Please, I stand here with my heart for you. I only want you, (Y/n)," he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours, his eyes closed in pain as he wished you could see yourself how he does.

"Neteyam," you whispered, his eyes shooting open as your lips twitched. "Yes," you said answered, his face changing rapidly between emotions.

"Y-yes? Yes you'll be my mate?!" He exclaimed, his eyes turning glossy as he realized you'd just spoken to him. You laughed and nodded, Neteyam cackling as he picked you up and spun you around.

"She said yes!" He yelled out, both of you now laughing like idiots as he fell back, both of you landing in the sand.

You rolled over, lips connecting with his with urgency as he gave it right back. Both of you in each other's embrace, fitting perfect together like a puzzle.

'I love you,(Y/n)' he signed, eyes filled with adoration cause you to smile back shyly, "I love you, Neteyam,"

Even though Neteyam had given you the blessing of being able to hear, the most beauitful sound you'd ever heard was his voice.

You couldn't wait to listen to it for the rest of your life.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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[olsenmyolsen]

Shooting A Music Video, Weed and The Dodgers

Part 44 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

Word Count: 4.4K

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Tuesday August 2nd, 2022

Liz's POV

"Do you think if I mooned them, they would leave?"

One of my best friends, Clay, says as we sit outside a cafe with paparazzi down the street. I chuckle and shake my head. "As funny as that would be, I don't think my publicist would want pictures of your butt and my face circulating around."

I glare down the street at about three men with cameras looking our way.

Clay hums, disappointed. "I guess you're right. Damn you for being a movie star." I angle my head over to him and squint at him playfully through my sunglasses. He turns to me after a moment and sighs. "We can leave if you want?" I shake my head. "No, they'll just follow us, and I need this distraction. Sitting at the house alone was driving me crazy." I pick up my iced coffee and swirl it around.

"I still don't understand why you didn't just go with her," Clay says as he faces me more directly. I give a slight shrug. "I didn't want to bombard her." Clay rolls his eyes dramatically. "Oh, come on. If anyone wants you to be on her music video shoot, it would be Y/n! The star of it!" He stares at me. "So bullshit. Give me the real reason, Lizard."

Damnit. Clay always knows when I'm bullshitting.

"Fine." I groan as I lean in my seat and place my elbows on the outdoor table. "Lately...- okay, Y/n and have talked, but lately she's felt this pressure... you know from the label, her fans, friends, and family. Some of it's real. Some of it's not. But she still feels it and wants to do her best." I take off my baseball cap and run my hand through my hair as Clay nods along before I put the blue hat back on. "Did she ask you not to come?"

I stop at the question. "She didn't not ask me."

"Lizzie. What does that mean?!" Clay flops back against his seat with a groan. "It means she asked me to go with her weeks ago, but as the day of the shoot neared, she never brought it up. So I scheduled my lunch with you, and Y/n never asked me." I pick up my iced coffee and take a sip from the horrible paper straw.

Clay scoffs, sounding a little disappointed. "So not only was this lunch a backup plan, but the couple who does their best to talk about communication this and communication that... Can't talk to one another and say what they want?"

I sigh again. "Look, I just wanted it to be easier for her. Plus, with my sister Courtney directing the video, I didn't want to take away from both of their future successes." Clay nods at that. "Okay, I guess I can understand."

"And before you start, Y/n and I talked this morning. We're good like that. Well, actually, we did a little more than talk..." I look away as I sip my iced coffee again. "What does that- oh- ew! Lizzie!" I smirk and look back at him. "I had to help her find some way to relax this morning." Clay shakes his head. "You've gotten vulgar since Y/n."

I look at him with an amused expression.

"Okay, we both know that's not true..." Clay admits. "But still! I don't need to hear it anymore!" I laugh and lean back in my seat again. "Deal." I pause as I look over Clay. "So, still no luck finding the ring?" Clay shakes his head. "I mean, he says he wants to get married, and meanwhile, my finger is still bare." I laugh with Clay, but on the inside, I think about my conversations with Y/n as of late.

When will she do it?

Meanwhile, a little more north of the city with fifteen days until the release of her album, hex, aka Y/n, is wishing she would've asked- no begged Lizzie to be here.

Y/n, dressed in her brown boots, jeans with a matching jacket, and a t-shirt with her own album cover on it, walks a few steps closer to the edge of the cliff overlooking out into the Pacific as Courtney Olsen directs a camera operator to show the luscious green of the hill behind Y/n before Courtney gets pulled away to go over some last-minute details.

Y/n definitely wishes she had listened when Max suggested doing this in the desert. Palm Springs sounds nice this time of year. "Okay, and someone bring Joni to set." Y/n hears from a walkie-talkie as an assistant walks by.

Joni is the name of the song and the character of the girlfriend in the music video who breaks Hex's heart and repairs it.

(Always Joni by Trousdale)

Y/n was not involved in the hiring process. Liz kind of made sure of that... but the second Cailee Spaeny grabbed the old Polaroid camera she would be using on this music video shoot, Liz knew as pretty as she was, Cailee had to be hired.

Anyways, as Y/n looks back at the number of people on set, running around with equipment, lights, and walkies, she starts to get in her head. Once again, going over the breathing exercises her therapist, Sofia, taught her. But it's not helping.

And before anyone knows it, she's gone.

Approximately twenty minutes later, as Lizzie hugs Clay goodbye and walks him to his car, Courtney begins to call up her sister.

She's praying the older Olsen won't kill her. As the phone vibrates in her (the) row pouch, Liz picks it up and looks at the screen before smiling. Despite her relaxed demeanor with Clay, Liz has been dying to know how the shoot has been going.

So, as she walks to her black Prius, she answers the call.

"Hey, Court! How's it going? Have you started? On you on break?" I check the small leather-bound watch on my wrist. "No, actually, you guys should be filming right now? Is something wrong?" I ask that last question half-jokingly. However, the longer the pause is between Courtney and me, the larger the concern grows. "Court?" Courtney finally speaks up on the opposite end. "Hey, Lizzie..."

I'm not too fond of this tone. It's as if she's talking to me like I'm a kid who's about to find out our dog died.

"Court." I dryly state as I hop into my car and start it up. Immediately, the Bluetooth connects. "Courtney, what's wrong? Is it Y/n? Is she hurt?" I put my seatbelt on as quickly as I can as more worry starts to spread.

"No. No! Y/n isn't hurt at all."

I pause and take a breather. Closing my eyes for a split second. "Okay..." I let out some air. "So what's going on? What is wrong?" My hands find themselves on the steering wheel as I dart my green eyes around the road before safely pulling the car out from the street parking spot.

"So..." Courtney has another pause before clearing her throat. "We don't know where she is..." Instantly, my head whips to the small screen in the middle of her car as if I can see my sister. I open and close my mouth before finding my voice. Deep and firm. "What do you mean!?"

On the other side of the phone, Courtney is sitting isolated against a trailer. Her eyes closed as she gets ready for the wrath of her sweet sister. "I mean, she was here one second and gone the next."

"I swear to-" I pick up my phone and search through my apps, going to contacts and clicking on Y/n's name. My eyes flickering up and down from my phone to the road.

I know. I know I'm usually much safer than this.

At the same time, Courtney is rambling, spiraling if I had to guess. "We tried looking everywhere. No one saw where she went. All of my calls and texts are being ignored. I don't have her location, but you do! Trust me, Lizzie, I'm so sorry! I don't know what happened!"

It's quiet before I let out a huff on the other end of the call, making Courtney gulp. "Lizzie?" Courtney tries again.

"She's at a gas station," I say as I pull up the directions on the maps app to Y/n's last known location. "Oh my gosh? Really? Is it close to me?!" Courtney questions on the other end as a text of the address comes through. I glance at the map before turning my Prius around, making a car swerve around me and blaring its horn. I give them a small wave, ignoring the man throwing a fit as I look at the directions. "It looks like it might be." I can hear the relief from Courtney.

However, I won't feel comfortable until I have Y/n in my arms. She's been so worried and feeling the total weight of imposter syndrome as the album drop becomes closer and closer. So I won't stop at nothing to reassure her she belongs. Here and with me.

I exhaled another shaky breath as my knuckles turn white around the wheel. "God help me, Courtney if she is hurt or anything!"

"I know. I know!!" Courtney does her best to ease me as I hear her running on the other end. "I'm heading to the address. I'll probably get there before you." I nod. "Just make sure she's okay and text me. I'll be there as quick as I can." I say as I switch lanes. "And let me talk to her."

Courtney nods. "Okay. I'm really sorry, Lizzie. I don't know what happened."

Y/n POV

I stand at the checkout counter of a gas station as the cashier, Jul, rings me up. Yes, that's her actual name. Jul. They look me up and down before smiling. "You from out of town?" They ask, making me tilt my head ever so slightly and arch an eyebrow. "No. Not really."

They shrug.

"You just have a certain look to you." I look down at the clothes I'm supposed to wear for the music video. "Yeah, I guess I do..." I reply before looking up at Jul's brown eyes. She smirks at my red painted lips and hits a button on the register. "I'm just saying. Looks good on you."

Were they flirting with me?"

"Thanks," I say as I grab my phone out and use the Apple Pay feature before my girlfriend's face shows up calling me. Again. I rapidly declined it, grabbed my water, and walked out of the gas station before Jul could look at my face again.

The vans on my feet hit the grey asphalt of the lot as I started walking. No destination in mind.

Honestly, I'm too busy thinking about how much my little break is going to cost me. Will it cost me my music video? My music? My career? Will this be the night Bo calls me and tells me I'm done? I mean fuck will this be the hour that Robbie turns back up from whatever hole he's in and tells me how right he was?

I'm not sure...

But as I wipe my eyes, I find myself at a lookout—the ocean's blue in the distance. I sit on the safety rail and wait. Wait for my mind to come back? Or wait till someone finds me?

Once again, I'm not sure.

Some time passes before a van parking behind me breaks up my silence. I don't need to turn around to know who it is. The tires' screeching and the door slam give it away.

However, Courtney and the small team gathered don't approach me. They remain back, making me turn my head. A small mistake because the looks on their faces range from concerned to angry.

I've wasted their time. Money. Resources. I've made someone who cares so much about me worried on a day that should've been about them as well. Courtney. Directing her first music video. I ruined it. I don't even care when an operator holds a camera to me before I turn my head away again.

I can sense Courtney's need to come to my side and comfort me. She's an excellent friend and sister to Liz.

I'm about to finally get up when a car comes zooming into the lookout parking, taking up two spots instead of one. I watch as Liz's black Prius gets put into park before my girlfriend storms out of the car and to me. Her sunglasses flying off her face. "Y/n!" She yells as she places her hands on my arms and looks at my eyes.

She's the perfect mix of scary and soft.

Her hands move up and down before they reach my face. Holding me with gentle care. And at that moment, I see relief on her beautiful face. Her eyes relax as she looks to me. "You're okay." She whispers between us before lifting her lips and kissing me.

It's delicate and makes everything feel better before she lifts her hands away from me, only to push them directly into my chest, knocking my lips and body away from her. "What the hell is the matter with you!" She yells as I stumble back. "You had me worried sick! I drove like hell to get here! I ran a red light!" She uses her hand to point to her chest as she starts marching closer to me again. I love it when she talks with her hands... "I speeded and cut off a minivan! Do you know how bad of a driver you made me? I probably looked like a deranged driver!" She throws her hands up in frustration before they land on her LA Dodgers hat, overlapping one another.

I stare back at Liz. The anger on her face slowly morphs into her natural state before she takes one more step closer. Her green orbs roam my face before they stare into my eyes once more. She frowns and reaches an arm out to me before her side collides with mine, and her hand finds the middle of my back. Her face is against my shoulder as she looks at me.

Her gaze is mindful. She has questions but is letting the silence breathe. I look out from the ocean in the distance and down at my Olsen, and I can't help but let a smile form on my face. "I can not imagine you speeding anywhere," I say before clearing my throat.

Liz is not amused with my comment as she rolls her eyes and huffs. Her hand pushed against my chest. "It's not funny!"

"A little bit," I reply, causing her to push her body away from mine and face me. Her hair blowing in the wind from the nearby valley. Her eyes shining in the California sun. She stays locked onto me before shaking her head. The tiniest smile shows itself.

Making me smile more.

Unbeknownst to us, our conversation is being captured on the camera rolling behind us with the direction of Courtney as she, too, films on her phone.

"I should've asked you to come today," I say as I walk towards my Liz. She nods. "You should've." She says back with a bit of sass in her voice after the scare I gave her moments ago. But then she lets out a breath. "I should've come regardless."

I give her a flat smile as we look at one another.

"Communication/non-communication/miscommunication being our cliche troupe kinda sucks." I laugh, making Liz shake her head as she once again leans into me. "I thought you told me you stopped reading fan fiction." My laugh vibrates in my chest as Liz looks up at me. "I did, but they kept putting out more Y/n & Elizabeth Olsen ones."

"Who are they?" She asks. "The people doing the good work," I respond, knowing full well that I'm all about the Y/n & Natasha Romanoff Alternate AUs.

God, please don't ever have Lizzie look at my account.

"I love you," Liz says to me as she sighs. "I love you too," I say after clearing my throat. "Why here?" She asks after a minute. "I don't know..." I answer truthfully. "I just... I freaked out and started walking and..." I gesture towards where we are now. "I wasn't thinking." Liz nods ever so slightly as she listens to my words. "Why didn't you call me? Or talk to Courtney? Or anyone else?"

I swallow. "Because I didn't know..." I stop and think about my words. "Because I don't think I knew I needed space or time to just be in the moment." Liz looks at me as I explain. Her face one of love and care. "I've been so nonstop for a while now that I feel this- this weight on me. To keep going. To not screw up. This is me trying. Trying to make it and ensure no one else can see me..." My lips quiver as my genuine emotions start to bubble to the surface. Elizabeth's hands instantly hold my face as her thumbs rub my cheeks. "I'm worried... I don't want to fail."

Liz doesn't say a thing as she pulls me into a long, warm hug. Her hands wrap themselves over one another behind my back, keeping me locked in.

My tears subside as I sniffle and lift my face away from her body. When she looks at me, she smiles and coos slightly as she wipes my face. "Oh baby, your makeup." I can't help but chuckle before stopping her touches on my face.

"You won't fail," Liz says to me, and I nod. I know I won't. I know I've worked my ass off to be here. I've had people support me all the way. "It's just hard when this." I point to my brain. "Doesn't turn off all the way." Liz nods back, knowing that this will probably be a serious conversation again in the future. "I get it." She takes a hold of my hands and keeps her eyes on me. "But I'm here with you. Always."

"I know." I clear my throat once more. "I'm sorry for not calling you and making you worry."

Liz looks from me to the small crew behind me before looking back at me as I glance to see the group. "You can make it up to me later." I smile and nod to her words. "Of course," I reply.

Liz and I hold each other's side as we look out at the ocean and let the comfortable silence surround us before quiet footsteps make their way to us.

Its Courtney.

"Hey, guys..." We look over, and I see her sad but hopeful smile. My arm removes itself from Liz as I move to Courtney and wrap her into a hug. The headphones on her head colliding with my skull. "I'm sorry," I say, muffled into Courney's shoulder.

She immediately holds me as well and lets me know that it's alright.

Whether it was or not.

"I wish you would've talked to me." She says, making me nod and smile. "All you Olsen's are the same." Liz shakes her head behind me. "Trust me, we're not." Country laughs as well before scratching the back of her neck. "So I can understand if you want to shoot the music video on another day, but I-"

The word no flies from my mouth before I can stop it, making Courtney close her mouth and look at me. The Olsens taught that.

No means no.

"Look, I know..." I glimpse from Courtney to the small crew that came with her to help find me—speaking to everyone. "Look, I know what I did was dumb and irresponsible. I'm sorry for that. But I still want to shoot this. I still want to make something beautiful, and it won't be possible without any of you." My eyes glance at Court and Liz when I say those last words. "I just needed a moment." I chuckle awkwardly.

Courtney puts an arm around me and pats my back.

"I'm down. Plus, I'm still getting paid." Courtney looks to the crew. "And I still need a job." She smiles, making some of the other people standing in the grass with us smile and nod.

Liz comes up behind me and kisses my cheek. "I'm proud of you."

I look to my right. "I love you."

"I love you too." She replies, and before I know it, I'm giving a similar speech to the one I just made to the rest of the crew back at the original site.

To my surprise, everyone stays.

Even a few crew members made sure to stop by and let me know that I wasn't alone in my feelings and actions today. One of the PAs told me her sister left her future husband at the altar before finding the love of her life. She even showed me pictures of the lesbian couple.

And I know I might be biased, but I think I just filmed one of the greatest music videos of my life.

So far. Wink.

But what's even better is that as we were wrapping up for the night, as Liz was taking pictures and signing autographs for some crew members, Courtney pulled me aside. "I want you to take a look."

On the monitor in front of me was a rough cut of the footage for the video. I recognized a bit of it from a quick filming session we did at a studio last week. Other footage was from today, where Cailee Spaeny and I held each other and pretended to be ever so in love on a bed in the middle of the valley before scenes intercut with heartbreak played out. "It looks incredible, Courtney," I whisper, in awe of her direction and how she chose to move the camera around us. She looks at me and smiles. "Thank you. But keep watching." I look at her confused before looking closer at the monitor as the second half of the song kicks in and footage of Liz and I throughout our relationship shows up on screen.

Including today at the lookout.

"When you hired me for the job, you told me this song came from that point in your relationship with Lizzie when you didn't know the next step between you two." I nod along as I remember. "And then you saw her at the airport." I nod again and turn back to the screen as Courtney continues. "I just figured the song or video wouldn't benefit without the speckles of you and her... I can remove them if you want."

I look back to Courtney with my heart full of care and love that surrounds me. "I'll have to ask Li-" "She already signed off on it." I close my eyes and laugh as I wipe the corners. "Of course she did." I open my arms out to the dirty blonde and hug her. "Thank you. Again. For everything."

Courtney squeezes me before pulling away. "Can I ask you something? It's a little personal?" I tilt my head just a tad. "Sure." I drag out the word as Courtney usually blurts out whatever she wants to ask. "I know this isn't the first time you've... I don't want this to sound mean or judgy." I keep my eyes on her, asking her to keep going. "Have you spoken to a doctor or your therapist about your..." Courtney doesn't say another word as her voice dies in her throat, but I know what she is asking. "I have," I reply with a nod as the topic of panic attacks and knack for bolting hangs in the air.

Courtney nods back. "Okay. I didn't mean to sound rude or anything, Y/n, you know that." I nod to her and give her a reassuring smile. "I know." She gives me one back. "I just care a lot about you. And my sister."

"I appreciate it," I say. "I'm actively working on it." Courtney gives me another nod before looking back at the monitor. "So, is this good?" She points to the still of Liz and me laughing on the screen. "I can't wait to see it done." Courtney smiles and gives a little pump of her fist. "Ah! Yay!" She goes back to her old goofy self, leading me to laugh before she blurts out: "Maybe you guys can try smoking or gummies again."

"Well, I was not expecting to hear that," Liz says as she enters the small tent where we are. I laugh. Liz looks at each of us. "I'm just saying," Courtney replies, making Liz look to me. "I don't even want to know. Did you see the changes?" I nod and surprise Liz with a kiss, making Court gag.

Liz, without looking with her eyes closed and her lips on mine, hits her sister.

"I love the idea."

Liz smiles wide and scrunches her face at me, making me fall deeper in love with her.

"You know," I say as I pull Liz's baseball cap off of her and put it onto my head as we walk to Liz'z car, one of the last ones to leave for the day. "You still have yet to take me to a Dodgers game."

"Oh, and after my heart attack from today, I would be the one taking you?" Okay. Point Liz. 0-1. "You know..." I start up again and take the keys from Liz's hand. "I have yet to take you to a Dodgers game."

Liz blushes as I hold my arm around her. "You're right. That sounds like fun." She looks up at me. "They have a home game on Thursday."

"So it's a date?"

"It's a date."

After finally making it home and having an easy takeout meal, Liz talked to Clay, Aubrey, Kathyrn, and her friend and potential co-star Natasha Lyonne about Liz and I maybe becoming stoners again... Also, I say 'potential co-star' because it all depends on how much Liz and Co can get for funding for their movie they're looking to make. I've met Azazel before and, of course, love Sorry For Your Loss.So I'm hoping his project, His Three Daughters, sees the light of day.

Oh, where was I? Oh right.

After finally doing all that, Liz is in the shower as I lay in bed with my headache hat on. It works wonders for me but gives Liz a headache, which is strange. Don't you think?

I feel my phone buzz next to me. I lift the hat from over my eyelids and open my eyes as my left hand grabs my phone.

It's one text from Jess Parker: "The Ring is ready."

Oh, and in case anyone was wondering, the Dodgers won the game I took Liz to. 5-3.

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

@steddiemas Day 6 - Baking & Cookie Decorating

pairing: pre-steddie | word count: 1,911 | rated: G

A couple days later finds Eddie on his way to Steve’s house at the early as fuck hour of 8:30am

“AARrugh–fuuck!” he curses again, trying to stifle down another cracking yawn, “It should be illegal to be up this early.”

“You mean the normal time people get up?”

“No, normal is lunchtime. Realistic is two.”

“God, you’re such a loser.”

“And yet you still hang out with me.”

“Uh, no. I hang out with Steve and El and Lucas and sometimes Dustin. You’re just there by association.”

“Ouch Red, that hurts my soul.” He winces dramatically 

“What soul?”

Eddie grins at her, “Touché, Maxine”

Her tiny, pointy knuckles meet his bicep as he pulls Bessie into the Harringtons’ driveway.

They’re having a pre-thanksgiving dinner with the party before they all have actual Thanksgiving with each of their families, and Max insisted on coming over early to help Steve with preparations.

“If we don’t go help, he’s going to do it all by himself you know.”

“Robin will be there, I’m sure.”

“Yeah, he’s gonna do everything by himself. You know Robin is moral support at best.”

“And what are we gonna be, huh? You think I’m any better?”

She had huffed at that. “We’re going, Munson.”

So, here they are. Like Eddie suspected, as soon as they breach the front door, Robin is visible on one of the stools at the island, sleep rumpled and a mug in hand, and Steve is standing at the stove already.

“Good ‘morrow to you, Lord and Lady Buckley,” Eddie bellows, startling them both, “Myself and the young Miss Mayfield have traveled far to be with you on this momentous day, and to offer to you our services.” he gives them a dramatic bow, glancing up through his lashes.

Steve is grinning, Robin has collapsed forward onto the counter in front of her, Max is groaning. 

He stands straight again, “We may only be a couple of lowly peasants in your Kingdom, but the call to help was unavoidable.”

“Eddie did not want to come help, lemme make that clear.”

“Shut up, Max”

“You shut up, liar–”

“Okay, okay!” Steve laughs, interrupting them, “Many thanks to you both for making the trip; your help will be greatly appreciated.”

Eddie’s stomach goes soupy, he loves when Steve plays along.

“So, what can we do?” he asks, clapping his hands once and rubbing his palms together like he’s itching to get started.

“Well, it is still pretty early (“I told  you.”, “Shut up, Eddie.”), so right now you can help by telling me how you like your eggs.”

The turkey goes into the oven halfway through breakfast, Steve having prepped it last night, so Steve starts to cipher out what else he needs to make.

“Dustin said that Claudia was making a pumpkin pie for us, so we’re set there, I’m making the sweet potato casserole, Lucas said that his mom is sending over a pan of greens with him and Erica, Robin has the stuffing covered–”

“I make a mean can of Stovetop.” Robin cuts in from the sink where she’s washing the few dishes from breakfast.

“Pretty much everyone else is bringing something…” Steve looks lost for a moment, then his expression turns tense, that crease between his brows cuts deep into his skin.

Max must see this too because she says, “What about cookies?”

“Cookies?”

“Yeah, like the sugar cookies you made everyone a tin of last year?” “You made everyone sugar cookies?? Why wasn’t I given any?” Steve rolls his eyes, “‘Cause last year you were just Eddie “The Freak” Munson,”

“Hey–I resent that,” Eddie pokes Steve in the chest, “I’m still Eddie “The Freak” Munson, thank you very much.” “Many apologies, Your Freak-ness, how ever shall I make it up to you.” His tone is sarcastic, but the words make a whole matter of unsavory retorts gather on Eddie’s tongue.

“C’mon Steve, I want those damn cookies!” Max demands, smacking a palm onto the counter to really sell it.

“Hey! Language.” 

“I also want some of those damn cookies.” Robin agrees.

“Yeah c’mon Stevie, I didn’t get to have any last year and now I’m curious.” “Dude, they’re the best cookies ever. I hate that he only makes them once a year.”

“Okay, okay, fine! Lemme make sure I have everything I need.”

He does, so he gets to work as requested demanded, though he does send Max and Robin (with her newly acquired license) to the store for powdered sugar. “For the frosting..I’m sure you want frosting on these, right?”

Eddie sticks close after they leave, watching Steve work and passing him ingredients.

At one point, Eddie scoops up a cup of flour for him, only to have Steve wrap his hand over his on the handle of the cup and start to stir the flour in it with a fork.

“Uh, do you always need to stir your flour before putting it in?” Is that a thing? Eddie has never done that, even within the few times he’s ever actually baked something before.

“You do if the person scooping packs it into the cup like this.” Steve teases, spinning the fork around in his hand to scrape the now-overflowing heap of flour off the top of the measuring cup and back into the bag with the handle. “Flour doesn’t get packed down to measure, fluffy and loose measurements only.” Steve pulls Eddie’s hand forward and upends the cup over the mixing bowl. 

Eddie’s mouth feels like it’s coated in flour.

“There! Perfect. I’ll need another cup just like that one.” Steve smiles and passes the fork to him.

He lets Eddie's hand go and turns back to the bowl, mixing the flour in with one of those rubber scraping spatulas instead of using the electric beater he’d used for the eggs and sugar.

“So,” Eddie re-wets the inside of his mouth so he can talk correctly, “Why do you only make these once a year?” He carefully scoops up another helping of flour.

“They’re usually Christmas cookies and I– aw shit.”

“What?”

“I don’t have any non-Christmas themed cookie cutters.”

Eddie immediately thinks back to one of the last Christmases he had with his mom. Ouch…damn it. 

He gulps down the lump in his throat. “Do you have any empties?”

Eddie can feel Steve watching him as he works, carefully cutting the tops and bottoms off a good sized bag of empty soda and beer cans over the sink. He cuts the new aluminum rectangles in half lengthwise and sets the strips aside.

“You’ve made these before?”

“Yep! Easier to make your own than buy them, y’know?”

Steve chuckles, “Yeah, that makes sense.”

“My mom liked to make new ones every year, so I have a lot of practice doing this,” Eddie pushes on, picking up a strip of metal and folds it in half lengthwise. “We’ll need some tape for the open side, but basically you fold it like this, shape it however you want, and fold the ends over each other to keep them closed.”

He demonstrates, making a messy heart shape pretty quickly. “You can link more than one together if you want, too. Make bigger ones…Ta da!” He shows off the ‘finished’ shape.

“Sweet!”

By the time Robin and Max return, Eddie’s got a pile of aluminum strips ready to go, and Steve’s done with the dough.

“Perfect timing, ladies, come help us make cookie cutters.”

Max pulls up a stool immediately, grabbing a couple of the metal strips, but Robin huffs. “Aw, what? We have to make the cookie cutters first? I thought I’d come home to a house full of cookies, Steve.”

“The dough has to chill in the fridge for an hour, and we don’t have any Thanksgiving themed ones.” Steve says, rolling his eyes at her. “Also, you weren’t even gone that long!”

Robin pulls up a stool, “Excuses, Steven.”

Turns out, there’s not that many shapes associated with turkey day, so after the obligatory pumpkin shape, and a surprisingly well-shaped turkey-looking blob, they make whatever else they feel like.

Robin uses a ruler she found in a drawer to fold some ridges into a circle shape, “It’s a pie, obviously.”, Steve uses a few strips to make what he says is an elephant, “Yeah, an elephant. These are the two ears and this is the trunk.”, Max uses two of the strips to make some sort of flower shape with five pointy petals, “A…poinsettia?” Eddie asks; “A demogorgon.” Steve and Max say at the same time. Ah., and Eddie spends his time linking a good few together to make the Hellfire demon. 

“I hope this doesn’t get all blob-y.”

Steve looks over at his creation, “It shouldn’t, the dough holds up pretty well when it’s baked; that’s why you let it chill for a bit.”

He stands then, retrieving the saran-wrapped hunk of dough from the fridge and gets to work rolling it out.

Eddie watches the muscles in his arms bunch and pull, and, like a sap, thinks about how they’d feel wrapped around him. He likes hugs, okay? Sue him.

The four of them cut batch after batch after batch of cookies (each of them sneaking bites of the dough as they do), and by time they are baked and fully cooled, the sweet potatoes are in the oven, the stuffing is sitting done on the stove, there’s a sheet of rolls waiting to go in after the casserole, the others start to show up.

“Oh sweet, cookies!” Dustin’s finger immediately dunks into the bowl of frosting Steve just finished whipping up.

“Hey! Hands off, asshole, I still need to color some of that.

Steve passes Eddie a bowl of the stuff, a couple of drops of food coloring sitting on top. “Mix that up, will you?” I’m making the orange, that’s yellow.”

Eddie gives him a mock salute, “You got it boss.”

“Henderson, grab the sprinkles, you’re helping with these.”

The island is a disaster by the time they are done frosting the cookies. There’s colored sugar everywhere, loose M&Ms, broken pretzels, and there’s even a glob of red frosting hanging precariously from the underside of one of the far cabinet doors (somehow).

Each of the new arrivals grab up a couple of the cookies to decorate once they get in, adding their own goofy-looking additions to the heap.

Mike and Nancy are the last to arrive, toting a huge bowl of fluffy mashed potatoes, and they dig into the turkey soon after. 

They eat and eat and eat, laughing and eating some more, that by the time anyone gets around to the cookies, the very outside of their frosting has hardened to a crust and the inside is still soft and sugary.

“Oh my god, Steve.” Eddie moans, “This is the best cookie I’ve ever tasted.”

Steve’s face flushes pink, but he smiles wide. “I’m glad you like them, Eds.”

“I need to take some home to Wayne.”

Steve passes him a tupperware container of their creations as he’s leaving, along with an index card with Steve’s distinct handwriting is scrawled across it; the recipe for the cookies.

Eddie gets home that night just before Wayne heads in for his shift. “Y’have a good day, son?” he asks, plucking out one of the cookies from the container Eddie holds open for him as they pass each other in the doorway.

He smiles wide, “Very..”

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Something was off with Eddie.

Steve wasn't sure exactly what it was but the resident metal head was acting werid.

Well, weirder than usual.

He was squinting at Steve when Steve wasn't looking at him.

Like he had something in his eye.

And when Steve did look at him.

He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes.

He looked nervous and Eddie Munson wasn't supposed to be nervous.

It was freaking Steve out. But nothing short of the actual apocalypse would allow Steve to interrupt D&D.

The kids would probably kill him. "Something on your mind?" Asks Eddie soo after.

The kids finally, finally remembering their was food and had abandoned their game for a feast.

The other members of hellfire grumbled but noticeably didn't object.

While they were still warming up to Steve, no one could deny that the man could cook.

Speaking of, they'd been acting werid too.

Not as obvious as Eddie but they would sneak glances at him.

And whisper behind his back.

"How Max and Dustin are going to fight over who gets my car when they kill me."

Honestly always helped with Eddie.

"My bets on Red." Said Eddie, trying and failing to contain his laughter.

Steve nodded, taking a sip of his coke. "Didn't think you were one to muse on death." Eddie added, he had that look in his eye again. 

And it hadn't escaped Steve that the other wasn't addressing him by name.

"Oh you know, wondered what would happen if I interrupted your devil's and doormans game." Said Steve nonchalantly.

Eddie snorted "hmm yeah they probably would. And don't think I don't know you know what it's actually called."

Their was a teasing glint in his eyes, but their was something else.

Something Steve couldn't put his finger on.

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't." Shrugs Steve, trying to defuse the air. It was just them in the kitchen now, the kids happily eating with the rest of hellfire.

He wished Eddie would just join them.But Eddie had other plans. "No, no I think you do, Evie." Says Eddie, folding his arms and leaning against the door.

Steve knew it was probably just a joke.

Another nickname from the man who gave them out like free sweets.

Didn't stop his blood from running cold.

Fear to overtake his face just for a few seconds before Steve bottled it up.

But Eddie had seen it all.

It was all the proof he needed.

"You know, the kids were snooping about the other day. Nosy little buggers, found some old photo from middle school." The more he talked the slowly he was moving toward Steve.

Who was frozen in place.

"Told em, don't snoop around my shit but the werid thing is... Is that they didn't find it in my room. But that's impossible because the only other person who'd have that picture, moved away years ago." Eddie stopped walking, standing infront of Steve.

"At least, that's what I had thought." He added softly.

Steve opened his mouth, shut it, opened it and shut it again.

He couldn't speak.

He couldn't move.

Of all the things for Eddie to notice, Steve hadn't betted he'd ever notice that.

There was nothing to say.

What could he say to defend himself?

"Eddie I..."

"It's true isn't it?" 

... And that's when Steve noticed that Eddie wasn't angry.

Wasn't glaring at him, wasn't looking down at him like he would have looked at King Steve.

Eddie was...

Eddie was crying.

His eyes were all teary red rimmed and tears were spilling out onto his cheeks.

He didn't even make a move to hide them. Only looking at Steve with a pleading expression.

And any lie Steve may have thought about died on his tongue.

Steve looked down.

"Yeah... It's me."

Instantly he was pulled into a hug. A warm, loving hug. Steve couldn't remember the last time someone had held him like this before.

A stray tear escaped his eye.

"I'm so sorry." Steve blinked, looking up at Eddie, who was now the one who couldn't meet his gaze. "I should've known it was you. I should've known you wouldn't have just vanished into thin air and moved away... I should've known!"

Steve couldn't take that, this was his mess and Eddie shouldn't be blaming himself for it.

"You weren't supposed to."

Eddie went quiet at that.

Steve took a deep breath "my dad left us, my mum remarried. They were in town and he went through my stuff...

And I lost another fight so I had to change or they'd kick me out too. So I did move, I guess, I had to make sure no one would know.

I had to dissappear, I couldn't be that anymore I had to..."

Conform.

Lie.

Pretend.

Steve "Evie" Strauss had to vanish.

Steve "King Steve" Harrington had to take his place.

 "But I couldn't get rid of it...and I guess the kids found it." Steve added lamely.

He wanted to be mad but he couldn't.

All he felt now was dread.

He waited, waited for Eddie to let him go.

To storm out.

To yell.

To scream.

Because what Steve had done, was doing was unforgivable to someone like Eddie.

To someone who was so unapologetically himself that hurt Steve to watch.

To turn on your own....

Eddie did none of those things.

"I'm gonna kill em." Steve blinked, looking back at him and seeing fury on his face.

Fury that faded when Eddie saw Steve looking at him. Gently, almost hesitantly Eddie held Steve's hand in his.

Looking at him, with nothing but fondness. 

"And here I was thinking you couldn't be any more metal." He said with a smile, before frowning. "Can't believe all it took was for you to change your style for me to not see you." 

Steve leaned in to the touch.

"You're not mad?"

"Mad? Oh I'm pissed, I'm absolutely going to cash in on those murder charges and get your parents sent to hell."

It shouldn't be possible for someone to sound fond while talking about murder.

But that was Eddie for you.

Constantly breaking every presumption someone made.

"But for you, might be the second happiest day of my life."

Steve raised an eyebrow and Eddie grinned. "Sorry love but you can't surpass the day I got my sweetheart so easily."

Steve couldn't help it he laughed, all the anxiety fading away.

He always felt safe with Eddie, with them all.

He never thought coming second to a guitar would make his heart flutter.

"That's not how murder charges work."

"Ah you'll see, baby bat." Steve snorted "bet you didn't imagine the demobats back than."

Eddie grinned "nope but, it's fitting you know. Can't wait to tell the others..." He looked down, awkward "erm they've guessed but... They don't want to assume and be wrong."

"I don't want to tell them." Said Steve, clasping Eddie's hand in his. "I want to show them."

A smile wormed it's way onto Eddie's face. "Well, dont let me stop you."

Steve smirked "You not coming with me?" Eddie chuckled "as tempting as that may be, I can't wait for the grand reveal... But" he caressed Steve's cheek and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

"Either way my darling is right here."

And with that Eddie headed back inside.

And yet Steve never felt less alone.

Having to forget hellfire...Having to forget Eddie was the hardest thing he'd ever done.

And Steve had many things he'd rather forget.

But them...never.

His heart broke when he watched them look for him.

Knowing he was right there, not a touch of make up on his face or his product in his hair.

He'd grabbed his mothers hair spray in a rush and just guessed.

Steve had been content to look from the side lines.

Hiding a smile at Eddie's table speeches.

Watching the kids he'd grown to love, who reminded him of better times.

Steve hadn't made any other friends his age other than Robin.

She was the only one who knew, of course she did. She was half his soul afterall.

He had spilled after Eddie got blamed for Chrissy's murder.

Broke down into tears on Family Videos bathroom floor about his past.

That Eddie could die without him ever being able to tell him.

And yet Steve couldn't, he was too afraid.

It was easier for them to hate King Steve.

To hate the facade.

Because if they all knew who he truly was and hated him.

.... Steve didn't know what he'd do.

Robin walked into the kitchen, an I told you so look on he'd face.

"Well, heard your having a grand reveal."

Steve snorted but followed her up to his room. He remembered when the ugly plaid walls were full of posters.

The bits you could see he'd drew and painted on them.

Now it was like Steve himself, covered in something else.

And now, now it was time to lift that cover off.

He had kept as much as he could.

It had been hard at first but when the vists stopped so did the bedroom inspections.

Robin bustled about, grabbing the bits of pieces he'd scattered about.

Together they somehow mashed together an outfit.

It was something considering most of this stuff Steve hadn't touched since the beginning of high school.

But some stuff he'd made in between... When things got to rough it was nice to remember the past.

"And remember, you've got this. If anyone says anything I'll knock em out."

Steve wasn't sure Robin could knock anyone out but he knew better than to underestimate her.

They parted ways and Steve took a deep breath in. Looking at the assembled pieces, a smirk making it's way onto his face.

Oh this was perfect.

____________________

Eddie was into the game but not entirely.

He was bouncing a leg impatiently and looking at the door every so often that it was suspicious.

Robin was similarly nervous but she was also death glaring anyone who dared to question her why.

"Okay what's going on with you two?" Whispered Gareth, giving Eddie a pointed look.

Eddie grinned from ear to ear and pressed a finger to his lips.

Gareth was about to re-ask when heavy footsteps came down the hall.

Everyone paused and looked at the source.

No one was prepared for what they saw.

There was Steve except it didn't look like Steve at all... His usual perfect hair was all mussed up, teased with a comb in all directions.

He was wearing a cropped hellfire top but it wasn't one any of the kids had seen.

Because it was one of the originals.

He had a battle vest with "Harrington" cut out from his old old letterman jacket. It was decorated in safety pins and various badges.

One arm had a black fingerless glove. In the other was his infamous nail bat.

His nails were red, his lipstick was purple and was wearing eyeliner.

"Evie..." Whispered Gareth, slowly walking towards him.

"It's me."

That was all Gareth needed to run over and jump into his arms.

Steve dropped his bat and hugged him tightly.

"I thought...we thought..."

"I know... I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry..." Steve looked at the rest of hellfire who all looked similarly awe struck and emotional.

"My dad..." He didn't have to say more before the rest were hugging him close.

"I knew it! Knew you reminded me of him."

"God, Evie we've missed you so much."

Steve blinked, tears in his eyes. "How are none of you mad? I lied to you? I went to the darkside."

Gareth snorted, shaking his head with tears in his eyes.

"You could've been an actual serial killer and we'd still be happy to see you, dumbass."

Steve laughed, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"So... That photo was real... You're really, like them?" Asks Will, Steve nodded.

"Cool."

"See, told you. We all love our Steve but no one could replace Evie... And look at you, being the 2 coolest people on the room." Said Eddie, unable to take his eyes off Steve.

"And now we don't have to hear Eddie wax poetry about your eyes anymore." Says Jay.

Eddie flips him off but the rest sigh in relief.

"Or the soul crushing melodies about being torn apart by his love for the two of you." Says Gareth, dramatically holding his hand on his heart.

"Eat shit and die Gare."

"Eat shit and live." Countered Gareth with a grin.

Steve snorted, batting his eyelashes "aw come on I wanna hear all about it."

The original members of hellfire and Robin all laughed as Eddie went red.

"You will, believe me... We've got a lot of catching up to do." Says Eddie, pulling Steve close and kissing him.

Steve melted against him, resting his head on Eddie's shoulder with a smile.

"Get a room!"

"We're in one, get your own."

Steve rolled his eyes, idiots... He'd missed them.

Dustin who had been silent the whole time suddenly jumped up and yelled.

And what he did sent the rest of the party into outrage and everyone else into laughter.

"Wait... That means Steve knew about D&D the whole time?!"

[The party: Steve hiding that he was a secret metal head who knew hellfire and Eddie and in love with with Eddie 🤭

The party: Steve having known about D&D the whole time they knew him and never telling them 🤯😡!]

[adventuringblind]

Drive With You Forever

Chapter sixteen: Boo!

Max Verstappen x Charles Leclerc x Lando Norris x Reader x Oscar Piastri

Chapter summary: Reader scares Carlos, Max is overprotective, an unexpected visitor appears

Warnings: alcohol consumption, survivors guilt, arguing

Notes: After much deliberation, I've decided to let my affinity for even numbers win.

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The sun is barely peaking over the edges of the sky as her and Lando walk hand in hand around the hungararing. Charles needed to be at the paddock early for his media duties. The two had decided to go with since they were up and let Max and Oscar sleep until the last minute.

The walk is peaceful. The shared airpods are playing soft music that Lando picked. Occasionally, he spins her around, or they stop to dance horribly.

It's so early that even the pitlane is empty. The occasional sound of tools can be heard, but no souls can be seen.

The music and Lando are so distracting that she doesn't notice anyone sneaking behind her. Hands grab her shoulder, which pulls a terrified gasp out of her. Instincts take over as she throws whoever it is behind her into the nearest wall. It's not hard, just enough to subdue. And scare- she supposes.

She holds whoever it was as her breath starts to even out. She can hear Lando and Charles laughing incredibly hard. Which is weird, because then who is she-?

"Carlos?!"

She releases her hold on him, and the spainard sinks to the ground. His expressions go through the five stages of grief.

"I told you not to scare her mate!" Charles is kneeling over in laughter.

She rushes to help him up. And to her shock, he lets her. She would have expected him to run in fear. Bolt to the nearest asylum and tell them to come get her.

"So, you're some kind of superhero? Or am I imagining things? Or are you really that strong?" Carlos asks questions faster than she could process. She's startled, overwhelmed, and frankly confused.

Charles comes to her rescue with his arms around her waist. "She's our superhero. If you tell anyone, you're dead."

"She looks like she feels bad for just shoving me against the wall."

"I never said it would be her doing the killing."

~~~~~

Charles flinches as Max slams the door behind him. He hates when any of them is angry. Max, however, has to be the worst.

Not because of anything he's doing wrong. The Dutch simply struggles to communicate when his emotions are flaring higher than normal. Charles hates seeing him so upset when all he wants is to keep them safe and happy.

He is currently curled up on the bed next to Lando. Oscar is sitting on one of the plush lounge chairs, and the female is curled up on a bar stool, not looking at anyone. She looked like she might cry. When Charles called Max to explain what had happened, he was not happy and started ranting over the speaker. Now she is sat there, blaming herself for messing things up.

"Carlos is coming over tonight, so we can explain this to him, yes?" Max asks the room. They all nod to confirm it. "I don't understand how this happened. We have no idea how Carlos is going to respond."

"He seemed fine when we left-"

"-But that doesn't guarantee he won't tell anybody." Max cut off Lando, and the Brit shrinks into Charles with a look of defeat.

Max then turns his attention to the female. The emotionally unstable girl who hadn't even been living in a proper home for that long. Who had immediately concluded she had ruined their lives once again (not that she ever did, this was her conclusion that Charles can't see how she came to).

"I would've expected you to at least have seen something by now. I thought your visions were to prevent these incidents, but they always seem to happen regardless." Max's volume rises as he speaks. His hand movements get more aggressive, and he can see the female getting more glassy eyed by the second. "It's so hard to keep you safe when you let things like this happen!"

Oh, Charles is going to kill him. But he'll have to do it later because before anyone can stop her, she is running out of the room. Only stopping to grab her shoes.

"Max Emilian Verstappen, I have half a mind to drag by the neck to Sebastian to explain this one to him." Seethes the Monegasque.

It's not often that they argue. Having more of them in a relationship means more arguments, but it also means more mediators. People who are neutral to help them resolve the issue.

Max already looks like he knows he messed up. "I didn't... I- I didn't mean it like that." He stutters out. Tears threaten to fall from his eyes.

Charles sighs in frustration. "Maybe we know that, but she takes things litterally." He goes through possible options. "I think we should give it an hour before we try to find her. Let her have some space first."

"Not sure how we're going to find her." Oscar points to where her phone lay. "Can't see her location if her phone isn't with her."

~~~~~

She's not sure where she's going. Just walking to clear her head. Figure things out. Understand why she can't just do things right.

Maybe Max is right. Maybe this really is all her fault. She let this all happen. She could've stopped it if she had more control over these stupid abilities.

She knows her mind is going to a dark place. It's a place she hadn't been for so long. But the voices that aren't hers are pulling her under water. She can't breathe knowing she messed up yet again. How many failures are needed to prove she's not meant to continue this life.

Her father had said the same thing Max had. Over and over, every day, the reason why he took everything from her. Because she had let her mother die and still doesn't have the strength to bring her back.

Why should she live? Her mother hadn't deserved her fate. Neither had any of her bloodline who came before her. Why should she be allowed to live freely when none of them had?

She must have blacked out while walking. Somehow, finding herself tucked away in a back alley, a bottle of alcohol in hand.

She didn't even know she had money. Furthermore, she doesn't even like alcohol normally. She supposes this isn't a normal occasion and instead takes a swig from the bottle. The burn in her throat distracts the thoughts in her brain.

She hears her name being called, but she's too apathetic to care. Yet as they continue to grow closer, she lets out a groan and shifts her weight upwards and against the wall. Her legs feel like they might give out from the weight. She falls, expecting to hit the concrete face first. Instead, she lands against another person.

"I've got you." Comes a familiar Australian accent. Oscar lowers her back onto the ground and assesses her for any injuries. "You forgot to take your phone with you. We've been searching for you for hours."

"Well, I guess Max can lecture me about it then. I'll add it to the compiling list of things I've done wrong."

Oscar isn't normally the most assertive person. He can be when he needs to, but he can also easily follow the flow of other people. This is one of those times where he needs to be. "You didn't do anything wrong. You were startled. You went defensive. Max knows what he said was wrong, and he didn't intend for it to come out that way." Her body is pulled into his. She hadn't realized how it had gotten late and that she is cold now. His body heat is comforting. "Come back with me and let Max apologize. Everyone is worried that you'd been taken again, and Carlos is at the room as well."

She can hear the waiver of anxiety in his voice. He hates not knowing where she is. It leaves too many possibilities for her to get hurt, or worse, taken away from him again.

Oscar helps her walk back to the hotel. The bottle of alcohol left behind in the alley for someone else to take advantage of. It's a long, wobbly walk where she feels anxiety building with every step. Even when they get to the door, she has half a mind to turn and run. Though she doubts she'd get very far.

Lando is the one to open the door. He looks as if he'd been crying. If he was, he didn't say anything.

He helps Oscar get her to the larger then neccecary bathroom. Then she beelines straight for the empty bath. Her safe place.

"Max wants to apologize. Can I let him in?"

"Yeah, but can you stay, please?" She's not sure she can express things properly right now and may need Oscar's calm to help the two very emotional people through.

"Wouldn't think of leaving."

He opens the door and summons Max over. It's an awkward few moments as the two get comfortable. She fiddles with her hands while they do so.

Max sighs. His eyes are red and tired. His face settled in his constantly moving hands. "I'm so sorry for what I said. I wasn't thinking properly and I was scared. Which is not an excuse I know-"

"I forgive you. It's not like I handled it well, either."

"I just want you to be safe. You've been through so much already that I just want to see you not worry yourself sick." They look at each other now. Really take in the hurt and worry that paint the feature of the other.

Oscar decides to give them a few moments alone before joining the others. Lando had once compared their post argument affection to remind them they are okay to aftercare. She deems them very different. In this case, both her and Max were high on emotions, so they did and said things that weren't right. But they'd all come to an agreement that when there are apologies made and forgiveness granted that they don't hold onto it. At the end of the day, they are human, and humans do stupid things. This is a promise that they are going to be fine.

~~~~~

Oscar isn't sure what he's expecting to happen when the two step out of the room, but it certainly wasn't Carlos being star struck.

"I have so many questions."

"You always have questions."

"I think he always has opinions, actually."

Oscar rolls his eyes. Carlos could ask all he wanted, but he probably would get the answers he's looking for. There is some part of him that knows Carlos commands and controls his environment. Yet the other side of him sees what Charles sees: a funny and playful Spaniard. Plus, the Aussie is new to all of this, and if anything, he can't help but feel mildly anxious.

"Have you always had your powers?" Carlos looks at the female with curiosity in his eyes.

"Yes, I was born with them." His eyes flicker to Max as the Dutch places his hand on her lower back. She seems to flinch at the question itself. As if having to recall the answer also brought with it memories.

Carlos keeps asking more specific questions, prying further into the females past. She does her best to answer as many as possible, but she's gradually steeping into a more anxious state.

"I think that's enough for tonight." Max pulls the girl into him, and her demeanor shifts again. Relaxed from feeling safe in his arms. “Jack, can you take her to the other room?”

Oscar simply nods and gently leads the female to the connected room. Two rooms since apparently it’s difficult for them to all sleep comfortably in the same bed that isn’t built for five. There have been many angry physios because they were falling off the bed or settling for the floor. So, they had to change tactics.

When he closes the door behind him, the two throw themselves into bed. “Does Max not want us in there for a reason?”

“Do you want to be in there still? Because I’m happy to sleep.”

He will not get to sleep yet, however, because there is a knock on the door. Oscar groans in exhaustion and annoyance. How had they managed to know what room they were in? Doesn’t anyone sleep these days?!

Oscar takes his sweet time getting up and meandering to the door. He swings it open with more attitude than neccacary, but to his shock, there is nobody on the other side.

A small box sits outside the door. For everything that has happened, a box is probably the least of their worries. Oscar, however, still gets a chill up his spine when he bring it inside the space.

"A package? Did you see from who?"

"A ghost? An invisible man?"

"No need to be rude..."

Oscar sighs and starts ripping open the small cardboard box. "Sorry. I'm just tired -" he catches a glimpse of the contents. "A whole box for a single note!"

The girl looks at his with curiosity. If she weren't so damn cute, he would close the box and think about it later. Instead, he unfolds the paper. "It's a letter... from your father."

~

Lando watches the older boys intently. Carlos and Max have been going back and forth for awhile now.

“Have you considered that maybe this is a condition?”

“Have you considered that her father is a psycho?”

Carlos had been trying to figure out the reasons behind everything. There is one, technically speaking, but it isn’t their place to share that information.

“I know you want to protect her Max, but maybe you should consider visiting the the guy and asking him about it.” Carlos gets up off the bed and stands in front of Max. His stance is loose and relaxed. “She looks like she’s in pain and ready to break at any second.” He claps Max on the shoulder before heading out of the room.

Lando looks at the older two. “Well that was eventful.”

Max flops down in between himself and Charles. The groan he lets out is muffled by the pillows. “I don’t like his tone.”

“His tone? Or the fact maybe he was into something?” Charles quirks his eyebrows.

“Both.”

The three of them pull back the covers after getting ready for bed. Lando having checked that Oscar and their superhero of a girlfriend are at least in bed.

“On the bright side, we can’t even think about that until after this weekend. We’ve got driving to do still.”

~

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[marieshyperf1xations]

For the kiss prompts, could you do 'luring your lover back to bed with kisses', I'm a sucker for the domestic fluff potential of this prompt! No pressure, though 🩶

Thank you for the request dear, I had so much fun with it! 🧡

You're so right, this is basically screaming domestic adorableness. I hope I'm doing the prompt justice!

It's nothing special, just something I came up with to get my mind off uni work, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

Inspired by regular ocurrences between my boyfriend and me :D

When Max wakes up, the bed next to him is empty and cold. Groggily he opens his eyes to steal a glance at the alarm clock on the nightstand Charles insisted on buying some time during the last summer break, when he was on an – admittedly short-lived – mission of cutting his screentime short and banning phones from the bedroom.

It’s 10:02 a.m., which Max supposes is a reasonable time to get up at, considering they’re in the first weeks of winter break, all work-related obligations still far in the future. While he’d been up gaming with Redline until the early hours of the morning, Charles had announced that he was off to bed shortly after dinner.

No surprise then that his boyfriend is up already, Max muses.

Upon slowly shaking off the last remnants of sleep he registers the faint sounds of a piano being played beautifully in the living room on the other side of the flat. Every once in a while, the melody stops, only for the last few notes to be played again slightly differently.

From the sounds of it, Charles is composing new songs again, which Max knows to mean he has his phone nearby in case he wants to record himself playing.

The thought gives him an idea. Max fishes his own phone from the floor where it must have fallen at some point during the night. He pulls up the chat he has with Charles and types out a message.

“Babe, I need your help :((“

He hears a soft ding from the other room, confirming his suspicion. A moment later the music stops.

The sound of a chair scraping, the gentle wooden thump of the piano’s lid being lowered, Charles’ hurried steps on the hardwood floors coming towards the bedroom and a door opening, and then his boyfriend appears in the doorframe.

He’s still in his pyjamas, his hair is messy like he hadn’t bothered fixing it after crawling out of bed and on his face there’s a worried expression.

“Chéri, what happened? Are you alright?”, he asks, eyes widened and scanning over his boyfriend and the room, as if he were looking for any sign of something being wrong.

Max almost feels bad for scaring Charles like that, but he supresses the urge to apologise in favour of putting on his best pouty face.

“I wanted to get up out of bed, but it seems like I don’t have enough energy”, he claims, hoping Charles will give into his puppy eyes like he always does. “I need a kiss”

The Monegasque rolls his eyes at his boyfriend’s antics but it’s clear he’s more relieved everything is alright than actually upset about the dramatic interruption to his morning.

“You’re impossible”, he snickers. “Alright then, one good morning kiss for my sleeping beauty, coming right up”

He crosses the space between the door and the bed and leans down to offer Max a kiss.

The Dutchman, however, has other plans. As soon as Charles is in his reach, he all but launches himself at his boyfriend and pulls him down on the bed with him.

“Gotcha!”, he laughingly whispers into Charles’ neck and then proceeds to pepper the skin there with kisses.

“Never call me childish again”, Charles deadpans, only managing to keep a straight expression for a few moments before he too erupts into giggles and escapes Max’ hold enough to properly press a kiss to his lips.

“’s not my fault you made me wake up to a cold and empty bed”, Max grumbles, attaching himself to the other man’s body as if he were imitating a koala clinging to a tree. “I’m keeping you here for at least another half hour to make up for that horrible injustice”

And although they both know it will most likely be at least twice that time, who is Charles to argue with his boyfriend’s line of logic?

Images credits: Pinterest

[russilton]

Oh here he is again, same stream, throwing shit at George again for bringing up issues with Pirelli tires despite years of complaints about this issue

Idk about prev seasons cuz I’m a new fan, but like this season the other 3 top teams have tyre issues and they’re all different issues too. 3 different teams with different cars and engines complaining that tyres behave weirdly means that there has to be some truth to it. Just because he doesn’t, doesn’t give him the right to shit on others for rightfully expressing their issue/ complaining. The complaint won’t affect him anyway so why does he care?

He cares because he’s winning and it’s the natural response of someone in the lead to cry murder if someone tries to change things because it might effect their lead, we saw it two years ago with porpoising

Every team other than the top two was complaining to some degree, spotlight gets shone on Merc bc A) after the last season people were expecting a comeback, B) Lewis always gets the most critical focus, C) they had the most severe side effects (bruising and spinal pain for both drivers) and D) George was a GPDA director and therefore was the most outspoken about the dangers of it

Who complained that people were complaining? Max and Charles. What did they say? Oh you just need to train harder and change your car. Because they were in leading cars who benefited from everyone struggling. And we know that’s why because George at the time outright said he was disappointed that some other drivers would say one thing to the media, but behind closed doors would say otherwise.

This is a cyclical problem with F1, struggling teams bring up a problem, higher teams say there’s no problem at all, the FIA tries to do whatever means less work/cost for them.

Pirelli have even said in the past they could absolutely make tires more stable and less degrading, but that they were pushed not to do so to preserve the drama of pit stops and wearing. It’s a KNOWN issue, George isn’t just finding a scapegoat

[missredherring]

An Act Of Kindness

Eddie (BTVS) x Fat!F!Vampire!Reader

Rating: T

Word Count: 3k

Summary: "More," he begs, his tongue eager and searching out every drop. "Please."

Contents: fatphobia. descriptions of throwing up. horny thots. mouth-to-mouth blood transfer kiss. Max being a dick. Sweet baby angel vampire Eddie.

A/N: I really had a fun time playing with the idea of Max being Eddie's selfish douchebag maker. I'm also trying to write a more explicitly fat reader, and a confident one at that.

Thank you to @reaperofmen for beta reading.

Tagging those who expressed an interest: @prolix-yuy @oonajaeadira

Part Two

The man is a little too intoxicated for your tastes, but you've put off feeding for too long this time. He followed you out here without complaint, just strolling after you with a sleazy grin on his face. It takes effort to keep up the coy act; the arrogance and stupidity of men hasn't changed in centuries. 

He only chuckles when you nudge him to the wall and reach to pull the shirt collar away from his neck. His sweaty hands are on your wide hips, pulling you closer and squeezing too hard. 

You almost don't hear it with how focused you are on his pulse, with how the hunger has hollowed you out so the rattling bass of the club music thumps inside your chest in place of a beating heart. The smell however, couldn't be missed: rejected blood on damp pavement. The hot and cool scent sours in your nose and makes you turn away in an attempt to clear it. 

"Don't get nervous on me now, baby. C'mon, you should be thankful I'm paying attention to a girl like you. Not everyone likes 'em big," your prey says and you give serious thought to opening his neck and draining him like the pig he is.

A hint of a command in your voice shuts him up and pins him in place. He's humming to himself, stargazing in the back alley of a club like an idiot while you walk around the nearby dumpsters to find the source of the smell.

It would be bad manners to poach in another's territory. Vampires have a habit of becoming especially violent when feedings go wrong, and by the smell of it, this one had. The days of killing first and asking questions never are sadly long gone. The consequences of a bad temper are swift and deadly when everyone has a camera in their pocket. The newer generation of vampires think your kind are invincible, but they just haven't shed the bravado of youth enough to appreciate just how well thinking before acting can serve them. The last thing you need tonight is to spend precious hours cleaning up after someone else's mistake that could've been prevented with a little caution.

You see a tattered book sticking out of a back pocket first. The pages gleam like a beacon in the dim light. The figure is hunched over, clutching at their middle with one hand and the wall with the other for support. One more spasm of their stomach expels a bit of tar-like blood and there's nothing left to come back up. 

At their feet are the mangled remains of a human; flesh torn in haste and wasted blood already turning dark and dry. It reeks of alcohol.

As they stumble back their heel catches on the corpse and you end your observation to act, putting a hand out to stop their fall backwards onto the dirty pavement.

They whirl around to reveal a face as pale as the pages of their book. Dark eyes stare back at you in fear from under floppy brown hair that's fallen over his forehead. It's a fledgling vampire, as you suspected, his face still transformed from his high emotions. 

"I d-didn't- it's not what--" he tries to say but his stomach gurgles and he has to lurch away again; the heaving of his muscles is undeniable. 

Your lips curl up as fresh bile scents the air, but you reach out to pat his back a little until he calms and finally stops. 

"Thank you." He says, turning back to you. He wipes at his face, leaving streaks of blood on his sleeves and cheeks. Tears wet his lashes as his face slowly smooths back into its human death mask. It's easy to see he's beautiful even in this terrible lighting. A sharp bone structure balanced with round eyes and plump lips. He's sorely out of place in the clubbing scene, dressed as he is in simple clothes, sneakers, and a jacket that hangs on his frame. He's a fallen angel let loose on the devil's playground. 

With all of his sudden movements the book has fallen from his pocket. You pick it up, reading the title with an amused twist of your lips. Mary Shelly's Frankenstein. You hold it out to him with a smile wide enough to show your own fangs.

"Where is your maker, darling? Surely they didn't leave you on your own?" You ask.

He flusters so prettily, and you imagine how red his cheeks would've turned when the blood ran fresh in his veins. Some of the tension drops from his broad frame and he carefully takes the book from you with a nod of thanks.

"I'm Eddie," Eddie motions towards the club's backdoor with the book. "Max- my maker- he's still in there. He told me to watch him 'do his thing,' but it's been hours so I came out here to read. A-and then this guy came out and wouldn't leave me alone. I was so hungry-"

He glances down at the corpse and swallows thickly, his shoulders rounding as he hunches in on himself. 

You tsk and turn Eddie away from the mess. He goes willingly, twisting the book in his hands before stuffing it into his jacket pocket.

"A club full of unleashed humanity is no place for a fledgling. Come, you may share my meal. It should be enough to hold you until you can find more suitable food."

Your prey is still looking up, his throat on full display, when you lead Eddie to him. 

You motion to Eddie your permission for him to feed, but he doesn't move.

"He said it's supposed to get easier," he says almost to himself, his gaze glued to the hypnotizing beat of the man's pulse. "But I didn't mean to kill him. I don't know if I can control myself right now."

It's sweet, that thread of earnestness in his voice. You smile at him and take up your previous position, finally biting into your prey's neck. The blood is hot as you suck it into your mouth. It's so very tempting to swallow and gulp, to latch on and drain every drop until the heartbeat slows just enough to keep him alive. But Eddie is shifting behind you, and it's a reminder of his plight, his nervousness and attentiveness at your back. His breathing picks up when you break the seal of your lips, even though he doesn't need to inhale anymore.

The man slumps back into the wall as you leave him and approach Eddie. 

Eddie's eyes are wide, the pupils expanding in reaction to his want. He flinches just a little when you press both of your palms on his shoulders, using a bit of force in your muscles and only a twinkle of amusement in your eyes to put him on his knees. Then you cup his handsome face and kiss him.

He's hesitant and unsure when you press your lips to his and slip your blood-coated tongue into his mouth. A rush of liquid follows gravity's lead, and he grabs you then. His arms surge up under your own, careful not to disturb your hold on him as he fights to get as good a hold on you as he can. Large hands catch on fabric, and he grips the rolls of cool skin on your back.

He holds you to him with the desperate strength of the newly turned. You chuckle into his mouth. His hands may sink into your soft flesh, but it'll take much more than this to break you. 

After the initial rush he sips and sips at your mouth. He sucks blood and saliva from your tongue and whines in the back of his throat when it's gone.

"More," he begs, his tongue eager and searching out every drop. "Please."

He growls when you take a step back, his grip shifting to your clothes, and it's a testament to your seamstress' skills that they don't tear. Although, you're starting to think you wouldn't mind this young vampire rending your clothes from your body. 

You swipe at a smear of blood at the corner of his lip, and your thumb is in his mouth a second later, his dark eyes never leaving your face. 

"Do you feel more under control now?" You ask, and the question brings him back to himself.

"Y-yes. Thank you." He says, and his attention goes back to the night's meal. Another glance at you and Eddie is on the man, his fangs sinking into flesh in the same spot that yours had. 

Eddie's moan is a sinful call and there's an answering throb in your fangs and your core. 

At a more leisurely pace you come up behind the men, taking in Eddie's feeding technique. It's sloppy and non-existent. His hunger is only just tempered by the fear of his new existence. 

"Listen closely to his heartbeat. Can you catch its rhythm? Pull on a beat, and then wait. Move the blood in your mouth; taste it, savor it, and be thankful for its nourishment," you instruct him in a soft tone. Food aggression can get nasty with fledglings before they're taught better table manners. 

Eddie's head tilts towards you, and he blinks a few times, his gulping stuttering to a stop as he absorbs your words. It takes a moment, only one heartbeat, and then two, but he finds the rhythm and begins to dine instead of gorging himself. 

"Well done, darling, that's it," you say, and the way he preens under such little praise makes you want to shower him in it. 

Feeding, fucking, and fighting are core tenets of a vampire's life, and you feel them keenly right now. It would be easy to find another meal and then test Eddie's skills in other areas. You run a hand over his head and note how he doesn't growl or snap or perceive your presence as a threat to his meal.

Your hunger is changing, the allure of food fading as you feel the slight movement of his head as he readjusts his angle at the man's neck. If you took his chin in your hand and directed his mouth to your cunt, would he continue feasting? Eddie gulps, forcing his Adam's apple to bob in his throat, and you clench your thighs together to tease yourself.

"Killing isn't necessary when feeding. It's downright rude when you have consenting partners and is frowned upon in most circles these days. Follow the rhythm until it falters and becomes too irregular. That's enough to satisfy you and leave them alive."

The man's heart has only just begun to misfire from the lack of blood when Eddie jerks away, landing on his backside and breathing hard. Again he wipes at his face with his sleeve, but this time the expression on his face is triumphant. 

He looks at you with a grin stretching his ruddy cheeks, and you want nothing more than to kiss him again. To sink down on him and feel the fresh blood rushing through his body. It would be so tempting to drink from him in return, to mark his pretty skin with your teeth. Has he had a vampire lover before? Does he know the pleasure of another's bite? Would he let you be the one to show him?

You rest a hand on the alley wall, and your nails gouge through the cinder block like a cat's claws caught in lace. You allow yourself to indulge in the lusty thoughts before taking control of your urges. 

"Are you alright?" He asks.

"Just hungry." You say, your tongue catching on an extended canine. 

"Oh. Oh, no," he frets. "You said you'd share him and I drank it all. I'm so sorry, I can go find someone-" Eddie gets to his feet and is turning away from you, but you take his hand and keep him in place.

"You're a fledgling, darling, and need it more than I do right now. Don't worry, hunger is an old friend." 

You're about to tug him close and offer to spend the rest of the night with him when an unctuous voice calls out from behind you.

"I was wondering where you'd gotten off to. A back alley blowjob, huh? You didn't even have to leave the club for one of those."

Any distracting desire is sufficiently snuffed when you recognize the voice, and you curse your foolishness for it.

Of course Eddie's maker, Eddie's Max, is Max Phillips. A graduate of the feeding ground disguised as a college. It chewed up a selfish boy and spit out a selfish vampire. He cares for nothing but his own gain, and frankly you're surprised that a boy as seemingly sincere as Eddie got tangled up with him. But if they're together, maybe Eddie isn't as innocent as he seems. Max does like to pull the wool over his victim's eyes. 

Eddie quickly steps in front of you. "Max, I-"

"I don't care, kid. You're not dead so that's good enough for me," Max says, not taking his eyes off of you. Up and down, they roam over your thick thighs, wide hips, and ample curves. His perusal makes you realize that Eddie's gaze had never strayed far from your face. 

"Well, if it isn't Bella Lugosi, herself," he says, smirking at his own joke. 

"Bella?" Eddie echoes, looking at you with curiosity. 

"I have been called beautiful in many languages over the centuries by lovers and admirers alike. I do like bella; it suits me well, don't you think?" Ignoring Max in favor of teasing Eddie, you enjoy the way his eyes track the movement of your hand across your belly, his eyes keen on your fingers as they press into the giving flesh of your hip. "Max thinks he's being clever." 

"I was clever enough not to be fat when I was turned. A gym membership won't do shit for you now, sweetheart," Max shoots back, and your lip curls in disgust. It's so disappointing that he is quite handsome. While his looks are striking and sharp, the image is ruined when he opens his mouth and starts spewing shit.

"What small insults from a small mind," you say. "Eddie is your fledgling, then?"

"Sure is. Aren't you, champ? You didn't smell my scent on him?" Max saunters to Eddie's side now, his polished shoes clicking on the pavement. He slings an arm around Eddie and shakes him a little. They're a mismatched pair in every aspect. Max's tailored suit with its coordinated pocket square and cufflinks a stark contrast to Eddie's simple attire. Had Max even bothered to procure more clothes for him, providing for his fledgling, as a maker should? Or did he leave Eddie to his own devices? A miserable look passes over Eddie's face before he tries to cover it up, and you think you know the answer. 

"I thought that was the dumpsters," you say and wrinkle your nose at the strong cologne Max insists on wearing even with his heightened senses. There's a hint of a smirk on Eddie's lips before they twist back into a semblance of a straight line. 

Max opens his mouth to say something, but a scream coming from inside the club stops him. Another one follows, and the pounding music is abruptly stopped. You could feel the vibration of many feet moving on the ground like a disturbed ant hill. 

"Leaving another spoiled hunting ground in your wake I see, Max." You scold him, but he just shrugs. Has he no shame for his actions?

"Just a few girls who wanted a good time," he says and jerks Eddie a step away. "That's our cue to leave, kid. Say goodbye to the big bad vampire lady."

Eddie's eyes fly to you, and you're surprised at how strong the bloom of disappointment is in your chest. He wriggles out of Max's grasp and swallows at the scowl his maker throws him, but his steps are sure as walks back to you.

"Thank you for your help tonight." Eddie says, taking your cold hand and squeezing it. He brushes a kiss on the round apple of your cheek, and his lips are warm and chapped from his recent feeding.

The tang of Max's scent is on him, yes, but now that both men are present you can identify the scents that are unique to Eddie. You inhale and memorize the hint of vanilla, citrus, and cedar. 

"You're welcome. It was a pleasure meeting you, Eddie." 

He smiles, revealing a deep dimple in his cheek. "The pleasure is all mine, bella. I hope I'll see you again."

You untuck a slim card case from your cleavage and take out a calling card. The way Eddie's eyes track your movements, lingering on your chest, makes you stand a little taller and lean a little closer to him when you hold it out to him. 

He takes it, examining the cream cardstock and tracing a finger over the iridescent ink. Your name and a street address in the city are the only things printed on it. 

"If you need help in the future, you may call on me." You tell him and he nods dutifully.

"Oh. My. God. You're gonna make me hurl, and the alcohol hasn't even kicked in yet. Let's go, Edward." Max says, and the command snaps Eddie to attention, forcing him to turn away from you and follow Max out of the alley.

Police sirens are getting louder, and the streetlight is soon overshadowed by flashing red and blue lights. 

You don't spare a glance at the man passed out against the wall or the corpse a little further down as you leave. They can be lumped together with Max's mess, and he can have the blame for them as well. 

Tonight didn't go as planned at all, but you know that teasing your appetites only deepens them, and when you finally sate them it will taste that much more delicious.

[24hlevi]

Hey, can you write a nsfw alphabet for arisu

hello! so sorry for how ungodly long this took, but here ya go! thank you for requesting 🫶

— Arisu NSFW Alphabet

Arisu Ryohei (Alice In Borderland) X Gn!Reader

Summary: a nsfw alphabet with arisu

Warnings: language, nsfw

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He is such a sweetheart afterward, will immediately ask if you need anything and makes sure you’re okay, won’t leave your side for a good while

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For him, his hands because of him playing so many video games, he knows how to use them. For you, he can’t pick just one. One day it’s your thighs, the next it’s your lips. He can’t choose

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He can cum multiple times during the night and not get tired somehow

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has a thing for maid outfits, but would never admit it to you

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Despite having literally no experience, he is a little nervous at first, but once he gets the hang of it, he isn’t stopping

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, he enjoys seeing your face as he pleases you

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He can be both depending on the mood, if you’re both drunk then he’s joking a little bit, but he’s usually more serious

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He is pretty decently groomed, not completely shaven, there’s a little bit there, mainly because he doesn’t like the feeling of nothing being there

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) He is incredibly intimate during it, he likes taking his time with you and expressing how much he loves you so so much

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He gets embarrassed at the thought of jacking off when he has you, but if you're away and he has even just a picture of you he's going to, only when he knows he won't be caught

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He definitely has a begging kink and a praise kink, clearly. also. pegging.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He likes to keep it in the bedroom, but he won’t be against getting a bj in a bathroom

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you wearing his clothes is a big one, it takes all of his willpower to not pounce the second he sees you, also when you get dominant with him, he immediately folds

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything with strong degradation, slapping, blood, he can't fathom the thought of possibly hurting you

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves when you give him head, while he's embarrassed at first, by the end he's gripping your hair and pushing your head onto him more. What he loves more is giving you oral, he would be there for hours if he could

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) He's more slow and sensual with it, he doesn't like going super fast and wants to take the time to show he loves you

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He's not one for quickies, but he wouldn't be against a quick one before he goes out somewhere or in a bathroom

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Mainly yes, but there are some things he will straight up say no to

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Probably 2 or 3 max, he's not that athletic obviously and doesn't have a whole lot of stamina but he tries his very best, making sure you feel good first before he does

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) He doesn't really use toys a lot, but he wouldn't be against using one on you, it just depends on what it is!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He isn't one to tease a whole lot, but he definitely will in public until you ask him to go home with you

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) He’s normally pretty quiet, letting out short groans and whimpers until he's close to release which then he gets loud moaning without a care

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He would love to see you dress up specifically for him like a maid’s outfit of sorts, but he's too afraid to admit that

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) He's pretty average sized with a bigger girth than his length so he stretches you in all the right places with a long vein on the undercurve of him

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Once he is officially dating you, it's pretty high because he was so used to masturbating that he will take all the chances he gets with you

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After making sure you're cared for and okay, he’ll fall asleep with you next to him, making sure you're asleep first before he does, so fairly fast

[spicybylerpolls]

All of the teenage relationships are sexualised from the get-go. Stancy's introduction was all about the trope where bad boy Steve just wants to try getting good girl Nancy into bed. Jancy is also immediately sexualised when Jonathan takes the spicy photos of Nancy. And Steve and Robin make booby jokes before Vickie is even introduced. Meanwhile for Stobin, we only really got Steve thinking that he and Robin would be a cute couple but no sexual innuendos whatsoever, hinting that the relationship will not happen because there is no sexual attraction there.

It is initially a bit different for Mileven/Lumax/Byler because they are actually kids at the start of the show. But Season 3 makes such a big fuss about them not being kids anymore and it is coincidentally also the time some of the characters start to make innuendos themselves. Which also means that who they liked as kids is not necessarily who they are eventually attracted to as teenagers.

In comparison to the other teenage relationships, Mileven seems to be a relationship free of any sexual implications. In Season 3 Hopper wants the door certainly not open because he is afraid of them kissing - however, Mike and El never overtly express a desire for sex, neither with each other nor for other people. Milevens like to say "Oh, this means that Mike and El only have eyes for each other" although the sexual implications are completely absent from their relationship.

Of course you could argue that the characters may be demi/ace, but I think especially in Mike's case it is made clear that he is not acespec but a repressed queer (with the Season 4 Episode 1 montage as biggest proof). Some people also insisted (and still insist) that Will is ace too because they are subconsciously so afraid to see any sort of queer attraction on screen. (As a person on the acespec myself, I really long for the day where asexuality is finally done justice on screen. But Stranger Things is clearly a show where they actively contrast lack of sexual attraction and actual sexual attraction with each other. Unfortunately, 99% of media does not include intentionally-accurate representation of asexuality, so right now Stranger Things is not under the obligation to be the show that is suddenly an exception)

This is all so true! People try to argue that Mike and El "making out all the time" is evidence that they have interest in sexual exploration, but A) the show very clearly draws our attention to the fact that he takes his hands off her when they're making out, B) Mike doesn't express sexual interest in the Phoebe Cates, the hot girl of the day, like his friends, C) the show draws our attention to how unnatural it is by having Hopper comment on it, and D) this doesn't progress or increase in any way. In fact, it decreases. In S4, they have one fairly awkward kiss and never show any signs of desire for each other. Instead, the emphasis is on Mike not being able to say ILY to her.

For a ship that's allegedly the main ship, this is all pretty unusual. When was the last time you saw a ship with teenage characters who "only have eyes for each other" yet never show even the slightest sign that they want to explore the physical side of things, even if only 2nd base? It's like Mike got to 1st base and immediately wanted to abort mission and backtrack and never do anything straight again.

Some Milkvans will say it's because Mike is a gentleman, but... come on. Lucas is a gentleman with Max, and the show goes out of its way to emphasize his sexual desire multiple times. Dustin and his girlfriend aren't even in the same state, and she's a devout Mormon, and still there's no doubt that Dustin would round all the bases multiple times in a heartbeat if he got the chance.

Meanwhile, everything between Mike and El looks like a weird, unnatural performance. And they don't even kiss in the desert!

Especially considering the fact that Mike and Will, who are allegedly just platonic friends, do show signs of physical desire. This is what they're like JUST touching arms ever so slightly. Get a room.

[artiststarme]

College is for me but only if it’s us

No angst today, I just got accepted into my master's program so I'm thrilled! All humorous/fluff/good vibes stories today. I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!

~*~*~*~

It took Eddie three long years to graduate high school and even then, it was by the skin of his teeth. He barely scraped by with straight D’s and even then, his grade in history threatened to hold him back for his fourth senior year. Luckily though, with Nancy’s flashcards and Steve’s motivation while studying, he was able to pass all of his finals and his classes. Eddie army-crawled across the stage, ignoring the anger and slurs from the self-righteous townsfolk,  as he received his diploma. He waved to the Party sitting in the audience and smiled at his uncle. Eddie didn’t think he’d make it here but here he was

He, Max, and Steve were in the hospital for weeks following their Spring Break from hell. Eddie had had daily blood transfusions and enough skin graft surgeries to last him for a lifetime. There were still moments where he would feel ice-cold pain flash across his body in a spot deep enough he couldn’t reach it. 

Max was in a coma for two weeks before her blurry eyes opened to a world she would never see quite clearly. She still had to attend near-daily physical therapy sessions to be able to walk without the assistance of a walking aid for balance. She would probably never skateboard again.  

Steve was in a bad way too despite his reluctance to accept treatment. His wounds from the demobat bites caused him to develop sepsis that nearly killed him. He had to get his system flushed with saline for days to fight off the septic infection and he needed several surgeries to repair the damage done to his sides. 

Even still, they all made it. They were moving on with their lives and Eddie had finally graduated. His friends and Uncle Wayne were of course thrilled. They knew he’d graduate with time but he could tell that they were glad his attempts finally paid off. They expected him to devote more time to his music or get a full time job out of town or something. 

No one expected him to go to college. 

But when Steve expressed interest in enrolling in a local community college and some apprehension in doing so for fear of what their friends may say, Eddie jumped at the chance to take the heat off of him. And boy, did it. 

When Steve announced to the Party at one of their regular gatherings that he was going to college, he got some mixed reactions. Some of the Party gave uninterested grumbles, some asked if he was serious, and some pointed out that it would probably just be a waste of money since he wasn’t good at school. Robin was the only one, besides Eddie, that congratulated him on moving onto the next step. 

Eddie wasn’t impressed with any of them. No wonder Steve was afraid of their reactions, no one seemed to care and those that did were pointing out how ‘dumb’ he was. So Eddie did what he did best and created a distraction. 

“I’m going to college too. Steve and I enrolled together and if we increase our GPA’s enough, we might be able to go to a state school later. We might even move in with each other and get our own place.”

That caused an uproar. Mike and Max were arguing about why he wanted to go with Steve, Uncle Wayne was cheering and toasting him with his beer, Dustin and Will were congratulating him, Jonathan and Nancy were looking suspiciously between him and Steve, and El and Robin were looking on in confusion. But Steve was beaming at Eddie. He’d never seen smile so broadly, so happily. 

Eddie watched as Steve ignored all of their friends and stalked up to him. “Hey Big Boy, sorry to steal your thunder-”

All thoughts left his mind as Steve grabbed both sides of his face and brought him in for a deep kiss. Holy shit, Eddie felt like he died and went to heaven. If Eddie knew that this was what would get Steve Harrington to smooch him, he would’ve made plans to go to college with him a long time ago. 

Once Steve pulled back for air, Eddie started hearing all of the comments that their friends were making. He pulled back to see a variety of expressions. Some of their friends were supportive like Nancy and Robin who were cheering and wolf-whistling. Others were somewhat offended or disgusted. The most notable voice of the group was Murray who was screeching at Hopper. 

“I fucking knew it! Didn’t I fucking call this, Jim? You said I was out of my mind but I was fucking right!” 

“Murray, shut the hell up,” Hopper hissed at him. 

“Very much like you to doubt the truth, Jim.” 

“What is that supposed to mean?” He asked him. 

When Eddie made eye contact with Dustin, the kid leapt to his feet and pointed an accusing finger between him and Steve. 

“What the hell is this?” Dustin yelled in confused outrage. “You’re not even friends!”

“We clearly are, dude. And more,” Steve told him in a tone that said it should be obvious. Dustin just opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water in response. 

Meanwhile, Mike was throwing up behind some bushes muttering nonsensically about Steve ‘doing it again’ and ‘hooking up with his brother too’. He obviously wasn’t over Steve dating Nancy all that time ago. 

Steve just shook his head at all of them and pulled Eddie in again. “I’m really looking forward to going to college with you.”

“I can tell, Big Boy. Kiss me again.” At his request, Steve kissed him again. They ignored the pitiful protests of Hopper, the fake gags of Max and Lucas, and even the supportive cheering of Joyce and Wayne. With Steve’s lips on his and his arms around him, nothing existed in the world but them. 

Sure, they had some talking to do and some shovel talks to hear. But they would get through it all just as they had before. Things were only looking up for them now. ‘86 really was Eddie’s year.

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[muffant]

I got an adorable idea!

What if the animatronics in security breach played D&D! Now I'm not talking about the characters inside a fantasy realm I'm thinking what if a person left a players hand book at the pizza Plex and the gang devoured that shit up!

Id like to think Freddy would be a support roll, more the type to help the party indirectly. He feels like the most inclined to spell casting. Id put him as the type to do Wizard, Cleric, Paladin, or even Druid! Id say hed likely stick to the races in the players hand book, probably a human main. He's very into playing a character, even if that character is the same sweet person each time.

Chica is your major roleplay player, she would be all about getting into the mind of her character and really selling it. She plays any race, and class, and often is the one to pick her class race combo last so she has something to go off of, as a challenge. When she does choose you know my girl is Bard all the way. She's also the only one to actually read the history of the races and really get into the D&d lore.

Roxy likes playing a modified monk, (in fact as a over all rule they play with a lot of table rules!) or a rogue, she usually doesnt pick any other class, as well as loving being an elf. She's a little less on the roleplay side (but can't help but bounce off of the others when needed) she's more of a combat centric player. She loves winning encounters, loving puzzles, anything. She's likely to be the one min maxing her character. Which has lead to some fun experiences when Chica asks about how she became a Cleric, Paladin, Druid multi class.

Monty is exclusively a fighter dragonborn. He loves being allowed to smash shit up and have no *real* repercussions. However he's not actually combat driven, he's a roleplay player similar to Chica, only he expresses he can make 101 characters with out needing to change the mechanics of said character. It's scary how calm Monty can be when he's in the role. (Said calmness started to carry over to work life too!) That doesn't stop a burst or two which thankfully only results in a pouty gator. Monty loves exploring the worlds, it's his favourite thing. To picture landscapes and worlds completely different from his own. And then be able to interact with those worlds.

Sun and Moon are the DMs! Sun is a story focused DM, he loves crafting a narrative, playing NPCs, and developing the world's of his story. He's the one usually in the spot light for a majority of the time. The rest of the time is Moon. Moon is a challenge focus dm. He loves crafting riddles, puzzles, combats, and difficult choices at the party. When ever it's moons turn to take over the table all the lights go out and dark red ambient lighting fills the room. Moons challenges are to be feared as Moon takes death in the game as a real and possible thing. While Sun tries to avoid it happening all together. Funnily enough Moon doesn't like improf, he has his encounters planned almost to the T, including alternative paths the party takes, INCLUDING DEATH OUTCOMES. He is meticulous. Sun on the other hand has a half ass idea of what the session will be about related to the over arching story, have a few bullet points of required information, a few bullet points of optional information and just goes from there. He has a party who eagerly love to make their own decisions and discuss where to go and what to do.

I like to imagine that while one is running the work for the day, the other is planning out their portion of the session, always able to communicate and keep track of details together. While Sun is playing Moon is taking notes, more for himself really.

They play once a week on Sundays, seeing as that's their only day off. They play 6 hour sessions usually and go on many tangents. But they enjoy playing so much, after all its the closest thing they get to freedom.

Edit: I FORGOT DJ!!! Of course he would be allowed to play!! And the little DJ dudes too idk what their called. DJ seems like the kind of player to sit back and watch everything happen, communication is a bit hard but he's still included. I think he would play a bard (very classic) just so he could have an excuse to play sound boards during the game. Speaking of which they definitely play games in the west arcade, with DJ helping set the ambience with music and sound effects. I like to think he secretly downloaded files like leaves russling to add to it. DJ likes to work on theme songs for each character. He simply enjoys being included even if it's limited.

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 Dissecting Character Scenes: Billy Hargrove

*I say that like he’s not the only character I analyze lmfao- anyway* 

His Hand Movements

The above movement is what I do when: 

I’m nervous. For one, it helps me calm down. Since anxiety is essentially unwanted energy, it helps deal with me being an overcharged energizer bunny by using that energy in a non-harmful way. 

I get too in my head, and I need to ground myself.

I’m thinking.

I’m about to talk to someone or do something. When you overthink, or when you have a lot on your mind, even talking to people is something you feel like you need some preparation for. Especially when you’re in a completely different environment, and you have to start over. 

I need to remember something, like the “script”. What am I going to say to Person A? What are they going to do? How are they going to respond? How should I respond? These scripts are like mental teleprompters. I play numerous scenarios in my head, and I prepare a bunch of responses to them, whether it’s physical or verbal. It’s an internal peptalk. Sometimes you cancel out the responses that you don’t think will apply, and you zero in on what you’re going with. Needless to say, it takes some time to always do this, which you aren’t always offered. 

When you live with an unpredictable abuser, you’re walking on eggshells. It can require you to apply extreme control over your tone, your volume, your facial expression, and your words. They nitpick at everything you say, so you learn to think before you talk. You have to take a step back somehow, collect yourself, and keep a level head, which is hard in an environment like that. 

The impressions other people have of you can get you in trouble with your abuser. Whether you’re late for a class or you don’t turn in an assignment, the last thing you want is for someone to call your abuser. 

They count on you to mess up somehow, so they have a “justification” to punish you. If you talk back or raise your voice, they can see this as a green light, because they’re making you react. And your reaction, no matter what, will probably piss them off. 

So, thinking things through, including your tone of voice and what comes out of your mouth, are things you tend to pick up in that sort of environment. 

Scene #2

How am I going to handle this? 

That’s what I find myself asking when I find myself in an unknown situation where I need to measure my response. The unknown tends to be borderline suspicious. Sure, living with someone like Neil can make you paranoid, but you’ve got some built in red flags in your court. You pick up things that others may not. To you, it’ll probably be common sense. In this situation, it IS common sense for Billy to be suspicious of Steve. 

Flying off the handle immediately isn’t Billy’s style. It takes a considerable amount of control to even talk to Steve. Neil had shaken him up, and then Billy dealt with Karen. Now he’s having to deal with Steve lying to him about where Max is. But he uses force as a last resort. So much happened to him before this particular scene, that he was most likely a bundle of emotions and anxiety by the time he drove up to the Byers’ house. 

While the audience knew what was going on, Billy didn’t. The fact that he actually tried to talk to Steve shows that he didn’t want for there to be a fight. He just wanted to get Max home. 

“I don’t understand” is quite literally his theme all throughout his life. The entire time he was in Hawkins, he did not understand what was going on. 

@ickypuppi3​ pointed out that he fidgets so much with his fingers, like that scene with Max in the car at school when he’s holding his cigarette. The anxiety really comes through when he’s about to do something.

Scene #3 

Like in this scene, where he’s prepping to face Neil, who’s banging on his door, signaling that he’s in a hotheaded mood. How Neil’s “temperature” is will indicate what Billy’s reaction will be. Here, he has to face Neil’s heat with as much of a cool head as he can. He also knows that no matter what he does, Neil will blow a gasket. 

GIF credit to @suledins