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luckytiggertalia · 7 months

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Named, but Nameless

1.2k homelander x reader, sfw, fluff, headcanons about his birth name, a canon conversation between my oc and homelander written in an x reader format, she/her reader

Gaining such a strong connection with another human, after Madelyn, was something Homelander was convinced would never happen again nor would he ever try again. The fragility of human life and the strength of a supe never mixed well. Like water and oil, so close and yet always separate. Life and love didn't care about that, though. Life and love were the reciprocating shakers, vibrating and agitating the oil and water until they were as incorporated as possible.

His couch was the shaker, and his knee was doing the shaking, bouncing up and down in rhythmic thumps. The foreign feeling of tightness in his chest overwhelmed him. He was a God. Why the hell was he feeling all these human emotions? What reason did he have to be so anxious? Beside him was nothing more than his mortal. He was stronger than her. He was braver than her. He could do anything and everything she couldn't. So why couldn't he respond to one simple question?

"Answer me.. please. Are you okay?" she said after concluding that he would stay silent. Her voice was laced with worry, with her brows knitted together. "Homelander?"

His supe name rolled off her tongue so deliciously, despite the name being admittedly bulky. Her voice carried that name through his every vein and artery, but the tightness in his chest remained. That was his name. He was Homelander. And yet, after gaining such a connection to her, the name felt… wrong. Perhaps it was the cliché of superheroes to have secret identities. Starlight had one, "Annie" they called her. Black Noir did, too, "Earving". Was his name worthy of being a secret identity?

"Homelander?" she repeated, speaking more sternly. She reached out to him, placing her hand over his bouncing knee, knowing all too well that she couldn't still it.

"John.." he said, his voice hushed.

"John?" she repeated.

Homelander grimaced, hearing her say it. This was a mistake. He said it too impulsively, and now it was too late to take it back.

"J.. John. It's my birth name. Use it. If you want, I mean." The uncertainty in his voice made him sick. He sounded so pathetic, so unsure, so human.

She didn't speak, instead just trying to read his expression. The silence sickened him. Was she judging him for his name? Was the name too simple or boring for her? He had never exactly told a partner his real name. They always seemed to just find out, whether by accident or by snooping. He had hoped being the one to tell this lover his name would feel liberating. Oh, how wrong he was. This felt suffocating. This felt like his identity was being forced upon him. This felt like that damned cage he was kept in as a child. John. John Doe. Named, but nameless. A science experiment with no sense of self. Only pain. Torment. Abuse.

"Do you want me to call you that?" her voice rang out, presumably noticing how uncomfortably he stirred from her silence.

He opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it again. Her knowing and using his assigned name was supposed to be the next step, and yet he wanted to say "no". Needed to say "no".

"It's okay if you don't want me to, baby. I'm okay with just calling you Homelander."

His brow furrowed as he groaned, slamming his hands on the couch and forcing himself to his feet.

"No! No, you aren't… you aren't fucking getting it!" Homelander paced, his hand up near his mouth as he chewed on the leather of his crimson glove. "It isn't enough. 'Homelander' isn't enough! Everyone calls me that… Everyone uses that name. It's not special!" He hardly knew if he was making any sense to her. He wasn't even making any sense to himself. He knew he had no reason to get upset or frustrated because of something as trivial as a name, and yet he couldn't help it. He felt like a child.

"Sweetheart, hey. It's alright. Let me try and understand, okay? Come here," she beckoned, arms opened and inviting.

His teeth sunk harshly into the leather, his pacing slowing down as he glanced toward her. He stood still before going to reclaim his spot beside her, leaning into her warmth with his nose pressing into her neck.

"Alright… So no 'John', and 'Homelander' isn't special enough. We could go with a nickname? I've used 'Homie' in the past. How about that one?"

The vibrations of her throat and the sound of her calmly beating heart soothed his unease. Always a problem solver, this one. The world would be damned if she ever couldn't find a solution to something.

"No… I like 'Homie', but it's still not special enough. I… I guess I want something more private. Just for us."

"Ah, I see."

Silence again, but this time he knew she was just thinking. He didn't speak either, curious to see what his partner would come up with. She often surprised him with her ideas and suggestions and he hoped she would surprise him here, too.

She broke the silence, "How about… Johnny? It is close to ‘John’, but far enough away to be special, and private, of course.”

The corner of his lip quirked in surprise. "Johnny?" he repeated, lifting his head off her shoulder. He had to fight back the smile forcing its way onto his lips.

"Yeah! Johnny. I think it's cute, personally."

Homelander bit the inside of his cheek, averting his eyes all while turning his head away from her. That smile won and sat plastered across his lips. Hearing her say it again made a warmth blossom from his chest and spread to his every extremity. He could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks. It wasn't any spectacular nickname at all, rather common really, and yet it sat with him. The tightness and anxiety he had felt was quickly forgotten.

"I mean, we can try it," he said with an attempt at sounding indifferent. He leaned back against the couch, head still turned away from her.

His response earned a small laugh from her, "We'll try it, then." He heard her leaning closer and saw her hand coming around out of his peripheral. Soft and tender, her hands held his face as if he were a fragile, porcelain doll. She turned his head to look at her, her eyes filled with nothing but affection and love for him. They stared deep into the blues of his own. Instinctively, his head leaned deeper into her hold, lips centimeters away from her palm.

"I love you, Johnny…"

That…

It rolled off her tongue, her lips… It glided through the air like a feather. His eyes grew wider and softer, lips parting as he took it all in. Her voice echoed throughout his psyche. He latched onto the soundwaves, never wanting to forget how beautiful her words sounded. His mind felt numb and he felt a high he’d never experienced before. He felt lightheaded in the best way possible. All that combined with the softness and love in her eyes made him feel as if he would faint right in her arms. He leaned deeper into her touch, reaching a hand up to press hers harder into his cheek. He kissed her palm, lips smiling against her skin.

I love you, Johnny…

"I love you too, my darling…"

#talia dabbles in writing #homelander #the boys amazon #homelander x oc #homelander x reader #homelander x you #homelander fanfiction #i rarely write outside of roleplay #very nervous about posting this i dont remember when i wrote my last fanfic #enjoy <3

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cerise-on-top · 3 months

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Ghost with a Schizophrenic!S/O

I've been going through it again as of late, so I decided it's time to write something that would help me cope. Not requested, because who would request something like this in the first place? I'm very nervous about posting this, but I thought maybe someone else would like to see something like it, maybe someone else can like it as well. That's the reason why I started to write in the first place, so the things I want to see are somewhere out there as well. Anyway, what it says in the title. These are based on how I would like someone to treat me, so this is not at all a guide on how to treat someone with the condition. I wrote the same thing for Soap, except his is twice as long. I'm gonna post it afterwards.

As soon as you come home from your appointment, either completely dejected or empty looking, he’ll know something was up. Whether you outright tell him or not is up to you, but he will ask you what happened, he’s just that worried about you. Your diagnosis must be pretty bad if you, usually so cheerful and always trying your best, are pretty down in the dumps about it. He’ll gently try to coax it out of you if you won’t tell him immediately, he just really wants to know what he can do to help you. While he won’t force it out of you, if he sees you’re feeling especially blue about it then he will try to ask you about it. Making you budge in a gentle way is his goal, he just really wants to be there for you whenever he can.

In all honesty, Ghost is probably the last person to judge you for something like that. When it comes to you he’s understanding and patient, just communicate with him what you need. You really don’t need to be ashamed of your being schizophrenic in front of him, or at all, you can just tell him.

When you do tell him, he’ll be quiet for a moment, processing the information and what he should do with it. Granted, he doesn’t exactly know what it all encompasses, thinking it’s just hallucinations of varying degrees, but the second he has some time to spare he will read up on it and what kinds of symptoms there are, what it’s like for someone who has the illness and, most importantly, how he can help you. While he may not always trust what his sources have to say, he will openly communicate with you about what he read and ask you if it sounds like it might be of help to you. Generally speaking, he wants to understand this as well as possible since being schizophrenic can be quite the hurdle.

You have a problem with obsessive thoughts? He can’t take them away from you, he knows that much, but he can try to help you with them. You wanna hurt yourself? It’s alright as long as you don’t act on it. While he will grow concerned with you and maybe put the knives somewhere you can’t easily reach them at first, he trusts you to not act on your autoagressions. If it gets so bad you’re nauseous, shaking or twitching, then he’ll gently put your hands in his and tell a few jokes to get your mind off of things, to get a conversation with you going so you can be distracted from it all. It might not always work, but if it helps even somewhat then you can be sure he’ll try again, try harder next time.

Your mind is foggy and you’re confused, incapable of thinking well, or at all? He won’t judge you and try to make the conversation easier for you to follow. He definitely won’t belittle you and act as if you’re stupid for having a hard time. He tries to repeat things he said during a sentence so you can remember better what the conversation was about in the first place. And if you can’t speak at the moment in the first place? Not a problem either! The two of you can just spend your time together in silence, watching a movie or a series, maybe reading a book together while drinking some tea. If it’s easier on you, then he’ll help. By the time you’re together, Ghost probably knows you well enough to be able to respond for you from time to time, if you’re comfortable with that.

Thoughts or delusions of persecution? He knows it’s probably even harder for you in that regard since he works for the military and thus you might become a victim of the government or other organizations at any point in time, but he’ll go to great lengths to show you that he’s not affiliated with the government in that way. While he’s also well aware that you likely won’t believe him either until your episode is over, he’ll repeat it as many times as you need to hear it. Problems with thinking everyone can hear your thoughts? Oh, he’ll play a guessing game with you. Whatever it is you’re thinking, he’ll try his darndest to guess it wrong just to help assure you that he cannot, in fact, read your thoughts, regardless of what vicinity you’re in. He does try to make his wrong guesses a bit humorous as well. After all, it definitely wouldn’t hurt to see you smile again.

If you’re isolating yourself, he’ll tolerate it to some degree. While he knows that that’s just something a lot of schizophrenics do, he does want to spend time with you and make sure you’re doing well. If you’re prone to loneliness despite isolating yourself from time to time, then he’ll slowly introduce you to the people he trusts the most, namely Soap, Gaz and Price. They won’t know about your condition, but he’s hoping that you can befriend them somehow and have a good time with them as well. Soap especially is a social butterfly and it’s not that hard to get along with him. If you’re scared of any of them, he’ll try to desensitize you towards them with silly stories and making time for hangouts every once in a while, but he won’t force you to see them. Being scared of people is hard, but he just wants to help you be less lonely and maybe find some friends as well.

#cod #cod x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #I wrote these over a month ago since I didn't feel well #but I do believe that he's one of the most accepting and supportive people out there when it comes to mental health issues #these are very surface level because being schizophrenic can encompass many many things some of which I don't even know about #Soap's is twice as long so there are a few more things I discuss in his #I just really wanted some comfort for once but when it comes to this I was sure I had to do it myself and so I did #I am genuinely so very nervous about posting this and potential backlash but I'm gonna be brave about this for once #please don't ostracise me for this I just wanna feel better about my condition for once

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ssreeder · 2 months

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I started reading this like 4 days ago, time has blurred together. I have not slept over 5 and a half hours of sleep in that time, I had to get up at 6 for something and was going 'just one more chapter' several times until it was 2am. The only thing that I can think about is LIAB, I am quickly losing my sanity to Zukka and the prison camp. I came here for a fun time, a good time and the sheer amount of angst that I had heard this had. And, I was certainly not lied to.

I am the type of person to read hard core angst. Impaling, torture , doesn't even phase me anymore (bit concerning but ignore that), I have taken to the blank word document to get that sinking, queasy feeling when the angst gets really hard core. First few chapters of this had me captivated and then Zuko came into it, *Chefs kiss*

I can't read long fics because I don't have the attention span, but for this I make an exception, also if you read it all in like 4 days the attention span doesn't have time to run out! I am on the 3 part, chapter 2 and I actively plan to binge read it tonight. Do I have school in the morning? Yes. Am I still going to stay up until 1 in the morning reading this and make up for my lack of sleep with caffeine? Also yes.

I really hope that Jet dies in this, I hope that he has a really anti-climatic death as well, like he falls off a slightly too high ledge. NO ONE and I mean NO ONE gets to separate MY GAYS LIKE THAT BECAUSE HE JUST HAD TO TELL FONG THAT ZUKO WAS AT THE BLOODY CAMP!

and the Forest Lesbians, may they live forever in the local folk lore about two witches that lived the forest and used the power of being gay to cure people.

thank you for writing this, it has really made me happy reading this even though my favourite gays are getting traumatised (more traumatised than usual for Zuko). I have only been reading this, my friends are concerned about me since I don't think I have willingly left the house in... *looks down at fingers, realises I don't have enough fingers to count this* umm... too long!

*holds your hands* how are you doing friend??

your ask had me both nervous and excited haha & the greatest thing about responding to this a few days late is that you’ve probably finished it by now haha. I feel sorry for your sleep schedule but I also don’t feel bad haha <3

I’m glad LIAB met your expectations in the angst, it’s probably one of the more angsty/ darker zukka fics & it’s probably going to get worse lol. (Not for zukka specifically, everyone gets to join this time) But you’ll see… if I can hold your attention until the end haha.

as for your Jet thoughts I’m sure you found out what happened to him by now ;) <3

thanks for this amazing ask seriously you’re great & you deserve to get yourself a treat for taking the time to send me this haha YOURE AWESOMEEEEEE

#I always get nervous when I get long asks #I think I have negative comment PTSD or something haha #I’ll get an ao3 comment or tumblr ask and I get all nervous like OH NO THEYRE GOING TO CRITICIZE MEEEEEEEE #& then it’s really nice and I feel SILLY #anyway yeahhhh I’m sure LIAB is one of the more darker zukka fics lol #I say that casually but also warn the shit out of people in the tags #I don’t want anyone to ever get triggered #Because I do think people sometimes don’t take tags seriously #But I’m glad you liked it so much you got all the way to the third book #You’re seriously amazing for reading all thay #I wrote all of it and I don’t even wanna read it all haha #I had to go searching for something the other day and I had to like suit up to dive into all that and find my fact #I’m very serious about connecting facts haha #I may have foreshadowed something in chapter 2 book 1 that I’m holding onto for chapter 20 book 3 haha #I’m crazy sorry haha #Anywayyyy I’m curious if you did catch up #I’ve got another 20k chapter almost done lol #Well anyway THANKS FOR THE ASKKKK #LIAB #RIA #ITF #ask

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menciemeer · 11 months

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empty places

72k, complete

“It’s crowded in my head,” Will admits. “Like someone’s written over all my pages, and I can’t see what’s beneath.” “Beneath all the words is nothing but a blank sheet. With patience and the right tools, you can carve the ink away.” Will tilts his chin up. “I think that’s already been tried, Dr. Lecter.” “Your father cut himself out of you.” “Not well enough.”

Garret Jacob Graham could have taught Hannibal Lecter a thing or two about raising monsters.

or, S1 with Will as Abigail. Pre-slash but decidedly Hannigram.

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cowlos-reyes · 7 months

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apprecia-tit-on

TK bites at the top of Carlos' left pec, muffling soft moans into his skin as Carlos fucks into him. The right side is covered by his husband's hand, blunt nails digging in almost viciously.

Carlos’ chest has been bruised for weeks at this point- the second one mark fades, TK is replacing it with another. Every time the heavy fabric of his vest rubs against a bruise, he winces, and he's fairly certain his co-workers are starting to notice. He's barely even allowed to wear a shirt at home- every time he tries, TK looks like a dog whose bone was stolen. Even when he does manage to put a shirt on, TK still pulls at his nipples, or squeezes his pecs, or even just stares.

He's always either sucking, biting, licking, staring at, squeezing, poking, or resting his head on Carlos' chest. And, frankly, Carlos is a bit worried that he'll never be able to put on a shirt without wincing again.

Not, of course, that Carlos doesn't enjoy his husband's obsession. Anything that has TK dragging him into bed, shoving him against a wall, or otherwise demanding immediate fucking is positive in his books, even if his dick is sometimes a bit worn out from how often he's been coming lately.

#oh jesus christ this is Not Good #and Not Long #but it's just a very slightly edited snippet of smthn i already wrote like a year ago tbh #moth writes #gonna try to get back into writing when I have spare time maybe #hopefully #also i sent that ask at. idk. 1 am or some shit. and then went zzzzzzzzz #also i feel very nervous about @ing people so #i was the anon who sent the apprecia-tit-ion ask to birdclowns #so anyways #this is. here.

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unanchored-ship · 2 months

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The contrast between Plaidy's Shrewsmary and the relationship between them in Bowen's work is so real fsgdhsfsfjks

these books are literally AUs on their own like I could start using shit like plaidy!mary and bowen!mary because the way they write some dead folk do differ (especially william urghh)

#they both wrote about that one council meeting when torrington went to (not) yeet the french #and after that berry did ask for an audience w the queen #so in bowen mary was aware that berry had been involved w the jacobites and was very displeased and didnt forgive him right away #in plaidy berry was only mentioned to be a jacobite in a later interaction but even then mary was like noooo omg this lad is cute i forgive #so yeah #berry is a lot more nervous in bowen and its shown while this is only mentioned in plaidy #grrrrr hes so pretty cant blame plaidy!mary (trust i am normal about him)#duke of shrewsbury #mary ii

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an-inky-fingered-lass · 7 months

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May, Coulson, and Daisy, and moments from a day or two in the building of a new life. A story for learning to trust that the good things in your life are going to stick around, and for the days when even those good things are still a little bit hard.

May breathed out a long, slow exhale and nudged into park, staring sightlessly out the window. Her phone pinged with a text. Simmons, probably. Checking in. She wouldn’t trade what they had now for this world or any other, but she missed it, sometimes, the bustling base. Always having something to do, defensible walls.

The text was headed hi May. May stared at it for a long moment, keeping her palms wrapped around the steering wheel. She didn’t feel much like May, right then. Melinda, maybe. For once. Just a woman sitting in her car with an aching thigh and a switchblade in her pocket, feeling every single one of her fifty-two years. Exhausted with not doing a damn thing. She hadn't felt this way in so long.

She felt like Agent May, like she would never, ever be able to be anything else.

May shut her eyes hard and then opened them again. She muted the radio and pulled back onto the road, driving steadily towards home.

Read the rest on Ao3

#it happened it happened i finished it #philindaisy #very very philindaisy #look i meant to write wonderful profound tags but that's where we're at #this fic means so much to me #and i am so nervous right now but also so excited to finally post it #some things still hurt and some things are still hard but that's okay #because there's time now; there aren't any lives at risk or any worlds on the line #and this is a story for those times in between #when you havent quite convinced yourself to believe that quite yet #but things are good. all is well. and there's time.#i wrote this because i needed it #and then it took a life of its own #(ahem as in 13k of scrapped drafts in my drive life of its own. oops.)#this DID NOT want to work until i just. let it happen. and then it did.#this was very self indulgent and it has just carved out its spot in my heart #philinda #melinda may #mama may #phil coulson #agents of shield #daisy johnson #aos fic #inkspinner fic #river's writing #fanfiction

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trashbaget · 2 years

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#wrote a fucking poem #because a bitch is fucking feeling things #cue venting in the tags because this is where i'm feeling comfortable to do it right now #a while back i caught the love bug for a friend and tbFCKNh it was the very second time i'd ever actually fallen In Love with someone and..#the first time it didn't end well. long story short: i asked him out and he turned me down but we stayed friends and it actually made us..#grow closer regardless. a little while later i'd realized my feelings were Different and it just came out one night when we were having a..#really deep conversation. and i'm glad i told him because it helped me get over him and we got better and things weren't weird at all. we..#stayed really good fucking friends. now i didn't get to see him for a summer and i definitely don't have feelings for him anymore and i'm..#sincerely happy for him and his now partner. i consider him (and always have) my best friend. (among others but he's definitely Up There..#like no. 2 probably) but way too soon after Talking was summer and we were both farthest from everybody and are both the kind of ppl who..#pretty much don't text anyone except like 2 ppl and we are not one of each's 2. today i got to see him and a bunch of our friends for the..#first time since fucking april and god have i missed them all. but seeing him again kinda fucked me up a second. threw me for a massive loop #i got Weird (neg) and i was NERVOUS as HELL at the start and for a few minutes i couldn't figure out what it even WAS because i hadn't felt.#that way in a long time. and i am not about to catch those feelings for him again because No. i chilled out after like 3 minutes bc i got..#reacclimated to being around ppl My Damn Age again and things weren't Weird (neg) anymore. we talked we joked we sincerely said our I Miss..#Yous and we hung out. with everyone and alone for a bit because ppl had gone out and come back and it was FINE it was NORMAL () and we..#were GOOD. we ARE good. and i don't love him in that way anymore. i love him as a friend. and that love is definitely more intense than with #other friends because we have a deeper bond and yes because i Loved him. but the fact is i don't and it's ANNOYING to react like i still do.#and getting nervous like i still do. and i kept worrying that something i'd do might make it seem like i do and i don't and just UGH having.#feelings is annoying. i've never been able to stay friends with someone after having feelings for them at all let alone INTENSE IN LOVE FEEL #INGS!! like wtf!!! and this is sincerely one of the best friendships i've ever had and i don't want to and Won't. lose him especially for..#this but god DAMN am i not having it right now. and my head's been spinning like a fucking tornado in the 5min ride home and i accidentally.#wrote it out in a poem because the words wouldn't go anywhere when i just tried to brain dump about it because Of Course They Did. because i #can't think about this man in anyway except poetically and i can't write a poem unless it's about love in some degree and just UGH love is #and i'm gonna leave it there because i'm running risk of repeatin myself.#if you read all this i positively adore you and also you need to touch some grass bc reading the vents of internet dwellers is for suckers #i am just kidding i really do sincerely appreciate you and love you very very much thank you for caring #please ignore the following organizational tags:#writing #poetry

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purrvaire · 1 year

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I don’t really go here but steddie with 3 from the idiots in love prompts?

[ * dumps 1.5k words of absolute nonsense on your desk * thanks my dear for always sending me prompts, at this point you're single-handedly fueling my motivation to write :') hope you like it <3 ]

3. And why do you think i’d ever like them? I have taste

Eddie maybe is going soft in his old age - just turned twenty one despite the attempts of the Upside Down to keep him away from drinking legally. Not that underage drinking is the most illegal thing he’s ever done, but still. It’s either that or admitting that he’s largely underestimated the munchkins' ability to meddle combined with their total disregard for the word no.

Either way, he fails to recognize he’s being ambushed long after he’s allowed Max inside the trailer and fed her the rock-hard cookies Wayne baked the day before in a burst of culinary inspiration. To her credit, she doesn’t even flinch when the first bite threatens to dislocate her jaw.

At that point, anyhow, Red has gotten nail polish apparently out of thin air and is waving her slender, little hands in front of his face expectantly.

“Don’t you have other people to harass in your free time?”

Max levels him with an unimpressed stare. “As if me being here is not the highlight of your day.”

Eddie sniffs. “Lies and slanders. I was busy.”

“Wanking is not being busy, Edward.”

Eddie gasps outraged. “I am appalled by your language. Where is the respect for your elders?”

“I thought you believed in challenging the authority”, Max says, her voice saccharine.

Eddie jabs a finger at her. “Not when the authority is me. Now, let me do your hands and then go be annoying elsewhere.”

Max hands him a periwinkle blue bottle and extends her hand with a sigh. As if she is the one doing Eddie a favor in letting him paint her nails.

The nerve.

“You know,” Max says, a couple of brush strokes in. “You’re starting to sound just like Steve.”

Eddie snorts. “I absolutely am not. Don’t speak jock just yet.”

Max waves her other hand impatiently. “I’m talking about the whole parenting schtick you inflict on us. Respect your elders. Don’t go where I can’t see you. Behave or else.”, she lists in a poor impression of his and Steve’s voices.

“Quit wriggling”, Eddie mutters. “I won’t be held accountable if my chef d’oeuvre gets messed up.”

Max cocks an eyebrow, as if he just proved her point - which, Eddie can admit, he kinda did -, but, blessedly decided to keep still. “Anyway”, she resumes, “I’m right. Steve even says we’ll make him go gray before his time, geez.”

“Can’t say he’s wrong. You dipshits are a handful.”

“I think Steve would make a gorgeous milf", she muses. "Don’t you?”

For a moment, Eddie actually contemplates the thought of an older Harrington, his luscious, thick hair all gone silver gray. The idea should be hilarious, it really should.

But, as his brain unhelpfully supplies, there’s no realm of possibility in which Steve Harrington is not painfully attractive.

When he comes back to his senses, he sees Max grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“Shut up”, he says immediately. He starts on her other hand with renewed focus.

Coming to his house just to put the virtual image of silver-fox Harrington in his brain.

Rude.

Max bats her lashes from behind the thick frame of her new glasses. “So, you do think Steve would make a gorgeous milf.”

“Never said such a thing.”

“But you thought it.”

“Did not.”

“You liiiike him.”

“And why do you think I’d ever like Steve?” Eddie drawls, feigning disinterest. “I have taste.”

Max snorts loudly. “Dude, you have many qualities but taste in men is not one of them.”

Eddie throws his hands in the air. “You don’t even know who I dated!”

Of course, calling it dating is a bit of a stretch. Living in a conservative little town in the middle of nowhere Indiana has never done wonders for his lovelife, and that was even before the murder charges.

“I saw the posters in your room”, she points out. “Besides, you and Steve are both lame, so it’s a match made in heaven.”

Eddie shakes his head. “Geez, thanks. I’ll make sure to tell him the next time I see him. Maybe I can’t get him to disown you.”

“And what would I inherit anyway? Your joint collection of hairspray cans?”

Eddie, with a surprisingly good aim, throws the dripping brush right at her nose. Max scrambles away with a shriek before retaliating with what remained from her half munched cookie.

Ten minutes later, they’re both lying down on the floor. Max’s nails are messed up beyond repair, crumbles are scattered in every corner of the room and Eddie has got nail polish in his hair.

He inspects the raggedy carpet Wayne had installed some years ago in front of the sofa.

“Dude, this will be hell to clean later”, he complains, inching away from the bright pink stain and getting more comfortable on the floor.

“Tough luck”, Max replies unbothered, her head propped up on his legs. Then, more softly, she adds: “You know, it’s okay if you do like Steve.”

“I don’t”, Eddie replies weakly. Max ignores him.

“Sure, he’s lame and sometimes he nags too much, but he’s good, you know. Safe.”

She quiets, letting her words sit for a while between them. The late afternoon sun filters through curtains, making Max’s hair shine red gold. The noise of tires scratching on the gravel coming from the window temporarily fills the silence.

Safe, Eddie thinks. That’s a word he wouldn’t think he’d ever apply to Steve Harrington.

And yet.

“Yeah”, he says. “He is.”

He feels more than see Max nodding. “And also he’s hot”, she adds through a smirk.

Eddie laughs, pulling a little at her hair. “My, my, what would Lucas say if he knew you go around calling other boys hot.”

“What I say is my business”, Max replies dryly. “And you’re not denying it. You liiiike him.”

“Not this shit again!” he groans, but he can feel the smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

“And you think Steve is…”

“You think I’m what?”

Eddie scrambles up so fast that Max shrieks and almost bangs her head on the floor.

Steve looks at them both with a bemused expression on his face.

Eddie blinks up at him. “Harrington, what- what are you doing here?”

“The door was open”, Steve supplies unhelpfully. “And I’m here to pick up Max, didn’t she tell you?”

Max, still half sprawled on the floor, has the audacity to smirk.

“It must have slipped my mind.”

Eddie narrows his eyes. What the fuck did you do? he tries to convey.

Watch and learn, dumbass, Max’s lazy grin says back.

“Steve, actually, I think I might head home, after all”, she says, with an apologetic tone that would fool no one who has spent more than a minute in her company. “I’m tired and my hip feels funny”.

Eddie would gasp at the audacity of pulling the I-barely-survived-the-monster-fucked-up-dimension card if he was not worried about her next move.

Steve, bless his kind soul, falls for it. “That’s what you get for sitting on the floor without pillows and shit”, he grumbles, but he crouches down and bodily picks Max up and helps her on her feet.

Which, mind you, it’s not that difficult since Max is skin and bones but Eddie might need a minute or two here to recover from this image.

Thank fuck, he’s already on the floor or he would have swooned.

Then, Max goes in for the kill. “Well, since you’re already here you could hang out with Eddie instead. Be lame together or whatever.”

Eddie’s eyes pop so wide open that they threaten to fall on the floor beside him.

He kinda wants to scream so that was your plan all along! while dramatically clutching at his fake pearls or something.

Harrington looks down at him, a half smile on his face. “Well, if Eddie doesn’t mind, why not”, he shrugs.

Eddie doesn’t know if it’s wishful thinking or not, but he thinks Steve looks almost hopeful.

“Yeah, sure, whatever”, he manages to say.

“Cool.” Steve claps his hands. “I’ll take Mayfield home and then we can hang out.”

“I live literally next door, Mom.”

Eddie watches them walking all the way to the Mayfield’s trailer and very pointedly does not freak out at his evening prospects. Max shoves Steve rather forcefully for someone who had just claimed that her hip hurt and he ruffles her hair.

He hears them bickering until their voices fade and he goes inside in search for a movie to watch with Steve.

***

(“Are you sure he doesn’t know that we set this up?”

“We? I did everything while you stood there looking dumb.”

“That’s what you told me to do, actually.”

“Whatever. And yes, I am. God, you’re both so besotted with each other it pains me.”

“Robin said the same thing.”

“She’s right. I don’t know why I don’t hang out with her instead of you idiots.”

“God forbid. You’ll start ganging up on me worse than you already do.”

“Scared, Harrington?”

“As every wise man should.” A pause. “So… you’re sure he likes me.”

“Positive.”

“100% sure?”

“Yes. God.” A shove. “Go get your man.”

Steve smiles and ruffles her hair. “Will do, Mayfield. Will do.”)

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