#max hastings lovers are freaks

[talknerdytome18]

I think we need to start an anti-Max Hastings club or something bc the fics/posts are getting out of hand and i need to know there are still sane people about 😭

Literally so real. If I see one more MaxPip fic (which is extremely likely, because that weirdo who posted the one based on Guilty as Sin said they're posting another part soon), I'm gonna lose it. I just do not understand how hard it is to understand that Max shouldn't be romanticised? He's a fucking freak. But I guess people will go crazy for a shirtless blond guy, even if he's a fucking rapist 🙄

Yes, we need to start an anti Max Hastings club 😭 anyone who's actually read the books + watched the show with their eyes open would join the club because no sane person should like Max Hastings and/or ship him with Pip 😭

[pxrxcxa]

Opposite Ends

Chapter Three - A Shock And A Low Roll

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Chapter Four is out now!, enjoy Sunflowers x 🌻

Pairing | Eddie x Female reader 18+. Steve x Robin x Female reader platonic friendship

Series summary | Dustins older sister got brought into the group during the events of Starcourt mall, 3 months on she's in her senior year and the kids are starting high school. After everything that went down she feels that she has to keep them safe at all costs, that includes keeping them way from the charismatic 'freak' Eddie Munson that runs a club based on their favourite game. They've both hated each other since freshman year -with good reason-, but when keeping distance between the kids and Eddie means putting herself in the firing line, boundaries get blurred, intentions get lost & the heart speaks louder than the brain.

The story is told from both Y/N & Eddies point of view.

What to expect | Slow burn enemies to lovers, Angst - with a happy ending, fluff & smut (in the later chapters). 18+ to read this story.

Series Warnings | Mentions of abuse, drug use, 18+ smut content

Chapter word count | 3.1k word count

Chapter warnings | Mention of drug use & female period.

Any & All comments/reblogs are most appreciated - Love, P. x 🌿

Authors Note | As always, if you've read this far down than thank you so much & I hoped you enjoyed it, let me know if you want chapters that include both Y/N & Eddies point of view, I just don't want the chapters to be too long but I've just got so much to write! All feedback is welcome, Take care Sunflower 🌻 P. x

Y/N | October 1985

"Come onnnnn" Dustin yelled from the front door. I had barely slung my bag off my shoulder, exhausted from my after-school shift at the Family Video, watching Steve work his sweaty moves on high school seniors. He swore his charms were irresistible, but I was yet to see it work on any of the air headed bimbos that gathered, giggling in the 'romance' section. My room was still a mess from the whirlwind off chaos I created this morning in my haste to get ready, outfits that didn't make the cut were strewn across my floor and my homework-turned-makeup desk was scattered with expensive skin care products. I dropped my bag onto my futon and flopped onto my unmade bed. 

"Ugh." I groaned as something stabbed into my back, pulling my carelessly discard hairbrush out from under me I tossed it into the abyss that was my bedroom. I flinched as my door was flung open against the wall, scowling in the general direction of the commotion. 

"What the hell are you doing? We're going to be late." Dustin swore. His fuzzy hair spilled out from beneath his cap as he gaped at me, his jaw hanging wide as he took in my comfortable position. 

"Language Dusty!" Our mother called in distance, banging and clanging pots around as she prepared a burnt- but loved filled - dinner. I made a mental note to pick up something from the store later to avoid the inevitable food poisoning guaranteed if I attended another family meal. We normally ate on our own when we wanted. Given all of our conflicting schedules, shared meals usually consisted of rushed greetings in the hallway with half eaten pieces of toast shoved in our mouths. But now and again mom would read a self-help book for single mothers and insist we act as a normal, functioning family for a night. 

"Water skiing, clearly." I retorted, he sighed at my obvious sarcasm and chucked my windbreaker, that was draped over my chair, at me. 

"Get dressed you useless thing, we're going to be late. 5 minuets or I'm driving your car. Or worse, I'll get Max to drive." I flinched at the memory of our near-death experience as Mad Max showed us why she deserved that name, I swear Steve still got flashbacks. 

"Late for what?" I feigned innocently as I untied my shoelaces, half hoping he'd changed his mind about Hellfire and Eddie. 

"5 minuets!" He screeched, slamming the door shut behind him. The photos that adorned my walls, baring the evidence of my tedious childhood, rattled as the bedroom door slowed to a standstill. 

I pegged my sneaker at the quickly closed door, knocking off the battered calendar that hung there. I groaned as I rolled off my bed, facing the unescapable. It was bad enough that I had to endure Eddie during school hours, in a place that I legally had to be, let alone voluntarily subjecting myself to his presence. But it was either I left Dustin, Lucas and Mike alone to face the bad-influence-guaranteed-to-corrupt-freshman’s that was Edward Munson or be the pillar of stubbornness that ensured tonight was about DnD and only about DnD. 

While I was sure that Eddie wouldn’t be able to let it slip to Dustin what I got up to in my recreational time while I was around, I didn’t put it past him to try after what he pulled at school today, but I figured if he opened his mouth, I could shove something in it before he went too far. The fact my motives were entirely selfish based wasn’t lost on me, but I was also genuinely looking out for Dustin and his friends. It wasn’t below Eddie to sell to freshmen. I had walked past far too many 14-year-olds puking into the unfortunate rose bushes that adorned the south wall of administration building at school, after smoking more weed than what they were used to, which was none. Eddie was single handedly responsible for all of Hawkins Highs students’ marijuana addiction in his six years of high school, well, apart from mine maybe. But one Henderson with a drug dependence was enough.

The reminder made me scowl as I ripped my uniform off over my head, if I wanted my own habit to continue, I was going to have to endure even more of his presence. I flipped through the roster of my acquaintances in my head, trying to imagine if any of them could hook me up. Doubtful, Eddie had cornered the drug market in Hawkins. I could probably rope Steve into going to Eddie for me, he was no stranger to the scene, we had smoked up plenty of times together at one of his famous parties back when he was king of Hawkins High, and I was another air headed cheerleader – before we were actually friends, ironically enough. But he would probably get suspicious if he was picking up for me once a week and rat me out to the rest of the gang. I had barely escaped Robin’s and Max’s suspicious line of questioning after Eddie’s outburst. I had shrugged them off and said I had no clue what he was talking about. Robin had seemed to believe me, that was one of the perks of her being so gullible sometimes, but Max didn’t look convinced one bit. But she had respected me and left me alone after that, trusting that I would talk to her when I wanted to. If I wanted to. 

I examined my body in the full-length mirror leaning against the corner of my room, I had stripped down to my underwear. My fingertips caressed the angry pink scar that stretched across my abdomen along my left hip, I had acquired it the night of the fire. Lost in my own thoughts, my hands began to tremble.  

The sound of my car spluttering to life brought me back to existence. Pulling on the nearest pair of jeans and throwing a sweater over my head, not bothering to see if they matched. “Geez this kids gotta get his ego in check.” I muttered to the empty room, quickly sparking up a leftover joint sitting in the ashtray on my bedside table and puffing it down to the roach. Waving my hands to waft the smoke out the only window in my bedroom, I quickly grabbed my purse from my bookbag and jogged out the door, hastily pulling on sneakers as I stumbled off balance into the hallway. 

“Hey where are you guys off to in such a rush, I’m making dinn-” Mom questioned as I rushed past the kitchen, she held a stirring spoon in one hand and a pan with something blackened in it, in the other. 

“School!” I shouted back, not bothering to mention Hellfire. By the time I stopped and explained, Dustin would have had my car rolling out of the driveway. Her complaints muted as the front door slammed behind me and I sped across our freshly mown lawn. 

“About freaking time.” Dustin whined, already situated in the passenger seat, a book with drawings and notes peeking out of the sides of it, sitting on his lap. Thankfully he had already turned the heat in the car on. I rubbed my hands together and turned the fans down from full force, sliding the car into reverse. 

“You know you could be grateful. Since you’re a highschooler and all, should you really need your sister to chauffeur you around?” I pretended to criticise, looking over my shoulder as I rolled down our angled driveway. 

“If you recall, I had a lift. You just didn’t approve of them.” He seemed to know better than to mention Eddie by name. The sun was well and truly setting now, sending a brilliant streak of orange across the horizon. Beautiful but blinding, I pulled my sun visor down and my eyes flittered up to view the polaroid that was pinned there, a photo of Steve, Robin and I on our first day at Family Video together. Smiling from ear to ear after Robin had convinced Keith to hire Steve to attract more female clientele.

“Dustin to Lucas, come in Lucas. We are T-minus 5 away.” He pushed down on a button on his walkie as it crackled. 

“We’re picking up Lucas?” I asked disbelievingly. I didn’t mind, I cared about everyone in the group like they were my own siblings, but I was just looking for a reason to be mad. 

“Yep! And Mike. Hey!” He cried as my eyebrows creased together, “You wanted to drive, that’s why I told you to hurry up.” Shaking his head at me, pulling some snacks from his backpack. I turned my head to hide my grin, laughing at the fact he clearly had the same idea as me after discovering that mom intended on cooking tonight. 

“Yeah well, you’ll thank me one day when you’re old enough to understand.” I retorted. Old enough to know about everything that happened the night of the fire, and why I battled my demons the way I did. I finished my sentence silently. 

He rolled his eyes at my cryptic wisdom and pulled his walkie back to his mouth to signal Mike of our imminent arrival. 

Fifteen minutes later, or fifteen minutes past seven as Dustin so cynically pointed out, the boys were settled in the backseat of my beat-up Ford Escort chattering excitedly about their plans for the evening. Debating about how good of a dungeon master they thought Eddie was. The sun had well and truly set by the time I pulled into the now almost empty school car park. The interaction with Jason from this morning popped back into my head. Only the cheerleaders bothered showing up for basketball practise, the rest of school -who actually had lives- only attended games. My heart didn't squeeze with longing anymore as I watched Chrissy and a junior I didn't know skip into the gym waving their pompoms above their head, that was a different time in my life, a different version of myself, in another universe that would be me linking arms with Chrissy getting ready to cheer on the team. I thanked my lucky stars it wasn't. I payed attention as I drove into a spot close to the entrance, preparing for a quick getaway if needed. 

“Kay thanks, see you at nine!” Dustin threw my way, quickly sliding out of the car before I even came to a full stop. Mike and Lucas muttered appreciations from the backseat and followed suit. But I killed the engine and jumped out from my side. All three boys froze on the sidewalk and turned to face me. 

“What’re you doing?” Dustin questioned me whilst I pulled my jumped tighter around me, it was unseasonably cold for Autumn and the chilly night air had an unfamiliar bite to it. 

“Coming with you obviously.” The moonlight starting to seep through the clouds reflected off their confused faces.

“B-but girls don’t play DnD.” Stammered Lucas. Mike nodded along vigorously with him.

“Well, I’m glad I didn’t have to break that news to you boys. You really thought I was going to leave you alone with him if I wasn’t going to let him drive you? Also, what am I supposed to do, sit in the car for two hours while you guys get your nerd on? Come on, I’m not going to argue about it out here. I’m freezing.” 

I shouldered through them heading towards the unlocked doors, before giving any of them a chance to dispute me. The darkened hallways were eerily creepy at night, missing its usual sounds of slamming lockers and rushed conversation’s shared between classes, each student shouting over each other, fighting for attention. It reminded me of Hawkins High in the upside down, minus the slimy black tentacles and white particles swirling around of course. I shuddered the thought away and hurried my pace, my feet taking me to my destination before my mind could catch up to where we were going. I started to question myself how and why I knew where Eddie hosted his stupid club when Mikes towering figure slammed into my back after my sudden stop. God that kid had really shot up over the summer. 

“Sorry, sorry.” He muttered, but the boy’s attention was no longer on me. Golden light seeped out from the closed door on our left. Hellfire Club was hosted in the drama/theatre room, as evidenced by the stage lights, curtains and props cluttering the outskirts of the room we cautiously made our way into now. Lit candles adorned practically every surface, throwing dancing shadows across Eddies face. He sat at the head of a dusty table on – what I could only describe as a throne – with a four paged book of some sort propped up right in front of him on the tabletop. The rest of the club lined the walls, watching our arrival like they had been waiting for an eternity. The entire setting was unnerving, sending a shiver up my spine. I debated dragging the kids by the scruffs of their necks back to the car, kicking and screaming aside, when Eddie spoke up. 

“This is Hellfire Club Henderson, not baby-sitting club.” His eyes did not leave his hands as he twisted his rings around. Unsure which Henderson he was referring to, I stepped forward. 

“Good thing I’m not baby-sitting then.” I shot back; his head snapped up at me. His abnormally dark eyes meeting mine with piqued interest. 

“I remember extending an invitation to trialling members only.” One of the boys behind me made a dejected sound, probably at the use of the word ‘trialling’. Undoubtedly Dustin, he had thought their affiliation with the club was a done deal. Eddie stood up quickly, sending his chair toppling backwards, he only ignored it as he made his way over to me. “So pray tell Henderson, what brings you here?” He questioned, cocking his head slightly to the left, his long curls bouncing with the movement. 

Damn, this was his domain. I had no power here, and if I didn’t play nice, he was going to throw me out. I didn’t blame him if he did, after my constant insolence towards him in Calculus over the past four years I would have done the same thing. 

“I uhh-“ His eyes bored unflinchingly into mine, in the back of my mind I took notice that this was the closest I had ever been to Eddie, with his face inches from mine, I could see that his eyes weren’t just so brown that they were practically black, but they had yellow – almost golden – flecks sprinkled throughout his iris’s, probably why they always seemed to catch the light, no matter how dark the room he was standing in was. “I’m here to join Hellfire to.” It was the quickest – albeit lamest – excuse I could come up with that I didn’t think he’d expect, and I was right. A brief flicker of surprise flashed across his face before his carefully contracted mask retook its place. 

He appraised me a minuet, holding two fingers up when Gareth opened his mouth to object. I stared back daringly, willing him to see nothing but truth reflected on my face. After what felt like an eternity, he grinned. Extending a large hand out to me. 

“Welcome to Hellfire.” My stomach knotted at his words, feeling like I was betraying every decision I had planned to stick by tonight.

I couldn’t believe how animated Eddie was, not that I hadn’t seen others have a similar reaction to DnD, I’d spent probably months of my life listening to Dustin and his friends have excited screaming matches over the number on the dice they rolled, while Nancy and I flipped through cheesy magazines on her bed, staring at perfect sun kissed models and comparing them to our own bodies, this was before I had grown closer to Steve of course – and further away from Nancy as a result, it was hard to listen to her rant about her ex-boyfriend when said ex was one of my new best friends.

No, I wasn’t surprised because of DnD, it was because I had never seen Eddie be so passionate about, well anything really. It was a shame the game wasn’t a class in school, I was sure that for the first time Eddie would receive top marks that would rival my own. 

“That’s... a... miss.” He shook with laughter as the group groaned with dismay, it had been a universal decision that I should sit this campaign out so I could watch and learn given I had never played before. And watch I did. The tough-I-don’t-care-about-anything demeanour melted away without him meaning to, in fact I hadn’t realised it was a façade at all until tonight. Bright smiles that spread from ear to ear never once left his face as he tussled his hair and swung his hands about excitedly, his infectious laugh rubbing off on everyone in the room except for me. Just because he wasn’t actually a total jerk that cared about nothing didn’t automatically make him a good guy. He must have felt my eyes locked on his face because he turned to meet my gaze like he suddenly remembered I was there, a slight flush creeping up his cheeks as his guarded mask slid easily back into place. Perhaps he thought I was judging him, which technically I guess I was, I hadn’t been smiling as I stared at him so I could see why it looked that way. I gasped and crossed my legs. 

“Oh.” I panted, Eddies eyebrows disappeared into his bangs as he glared at me curiously, the others slowing turning towards me as well. “We have to go now!” Well that explained the moods swings. 

“What!” Yelled Dustin. “We’re almost to the end!” 

“Yeah! We just need to roll a 20 for a crit hit!” Chimed in Lucas. There wasn’t a worse situation I could imagine myself being trapped in; stuck with Edward Munson at night, no feminine products on me and being the only girl in the room, there was no help coming. Dustin wouldn’t understand what I meant even if I had hit him with a sign that had the words ‘I’ve got my period’ painted on it, it couldn’t have picked a worse time to arrive.

I looked back at Eddie pleadingly, the fact that I faced him with something other than strong loathing in my eyes must have told him something was seriously wrong, even if he hadn’t clued on to the fact that my monthly’s had arrived. He nodded at me. 

“It’s okay, go. I’ll drive them home.” There wasn’t time to argue with his offer, though I did manage a mumbled ‘thanks’ through stubborn lips. Throwing a quick thank you prayer to a God I wasn’t even sure that I believed in, that I had grabbed black jeans and not white to get dressed in this afternoon, as I rushed back to my car, laughing at my quick getaway plan when I remembered where I parked. I fumbled with my keys in the snippy night air, the silver moon now well and truly shining down through the clouds, before sliding into the driver’s seat and pushing my battered Ford as fast as it would go to the nearest gas station.

Chapter Four

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[talknerdytome18]

Another day, another fucking Pip x Max fic on the ao3 tag 🤮

Atp I've just grown accustomed to the fact that people are gonna ship that freak with Pip and can't do anything about it because those shippers get highly defensive over that nasty ship. I'm just saying but if you need to go to extreme lengths to defend shipping Pip with a rapist, then maybe the ship is just awful 🤷‍♀️ (because it literally is. Fuck Max Hastings).