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eddie-van-munson · 2 years

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Prom Queen (Eddie Munson x Reader)

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Requested by @katamcauley

Summary: Eddie and the Reader have been secretly together since Jason forced them into "Seven Minutes in Heaven" as a prank, but now, as Eddie watches Jason and his goons flirt with you, he finds himself not caring who knows you're his.

Warnings: Bullying, Cursing, Spicy Kissing, Sexual Themes, Drug Use (Weed), Mentions of Blood, Sexual Harassment (Nothing Graphic), and Violence (Series Typical).

(I will get a "Read More" cut on this ASAP. I am slowly knocking out requests! Thanks for your patience. Requests are OPEN. Send an ask or comment below to be added to the tag list. I've been thinking of doing full on Seven Minutes/Truth or Dare/Spin the Bottle hcs, so let me know if that's something you want)

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"Jason, stop!" You groaned, trying to keep your feet planted, but the muscley blonde and his laughing friends were easily able to move you.

"Nah, babe. If you like trailer trash so much why don't you spend seven minutes in heaven with it?"

You knew you should've stayed out of it.

But you'd heard his stupid voice all the way from where you were sitting with the cheer squad, that afternoon. And god, it was Max Mayfield, of all people. Jason had been friends with her brother. They were on the same basketball team the year before, and it seemed he was keeping Billy's traditions alive. Patrick yanked her backpack from her arm and rifled through it as Jason grabbed her headphones.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?" She spat as they dumped her bag, papers flying every which way.

"Nothing personal." Jason said coolly, putting on her headphones and studying her Walkman. "We just have to be safe with you trailer park kids. You know how they are. One moment you think everything's fine..." He pulled the tape from the Walkman, tossing it haphazardly to the ground. "And the next? Well they're starting riots and cults! Bringing weapons to school! Stealing from classrooms! Other students, even!" He gave her a sticky sweet smile, "We wouldn't want that."

Max rolled her eyes at his implication, groaning as he crushed the cassette beneath his heel. Patrick tossed her bag to the side, tucking anything he'd found of interest into the pockets of his varsity jacket.

"Just doing our routine checks, freak."

You stood as soon as they were gone, running to help her with her things. "Are you ok? Did they hurt you?"

"No." She groaned, picking at the pieces of her mangled cassette. She cursed under her breath.

"Shit, what happened?"

You looked up to find a brown eyed boy staring back at you, his shaggy dark curls sticking every which way.

"Jason." Max muttered under her breath.

He cursed under his breath and dropped his bag, helping you gather the papers. He paused when he saw Max scooping up the pieces of the crushed cassette.

He sighed, "Who's our casualty?"

Max's head hung a little, running her thumb over a piece of the long tape, pitifully, "Kate Bush."

He gave a sad smile before sitting up and puffing out his chest. He pulled off the bandana he had tied around his forehead, holding it to his heart. "Long live the honorable Kate Bush. Our fallen soldier."

Max fought a smile at his dramatic speech, and he laughed, giving her shoulder a playful shove when he caught her grinning. "Go on, then. Give her a proper burial."

You tapped the papers on the ground to stack them evenly in your hands as Max ran off to toss the broken tape. You stood, and the brown eyed boy passed you Max's backpack with a bright smile. You couldn't help but smile back, blushing a little.

"You'll have to excuse me, Princess. Don't meet Hawkins royalty often." You giggled, rolling your eyes. He held a hand out to you, "I'm Eddie."

You took the handshake, laughing softly at the formality. "Y/N."

"Oh, I know who you are." He's got mischief in his eyes as he looks at you.

You quirked a brow, "Yeah?"

"Oh hell yeah. Everyone knows you, Prom Queen." You blushed at his nickname. "Didn't expect you to be such a sweetheart, though."

You shuffled your feet at bit, eyes scanning the floor shyly. "Why not?"

"It's just the crowd you hang around is all." He reassured. "Didn't peg you as one to be saving lost sheep."

A friend called your name from the cheer table, and you heard giggles and whispers. They were hard to make out, but the word "freak" was unmistakable. You shot them a dirty look, your expression melting into sympathy as you turned back to Eddie.

He rolled his eyes, shrugging, and gave you a knowing smile. "I'll see you around, L/N."

You watched him walk away, giving Max her bag and mussing her hair before jogging over to Hellfire.

Jason, obviously, had found out about the interaction.

He held your face, now, as he patronized you. "My girl wants to be friends with the freaks, huh? Fine by me, baby. I'll let you get real acquainted with one another."

You groaned, rolling your eyes "Christ, Jason. I'm not your girl. Leave me the hell alone."

You thrashed your arms and kicked, but it was no use. Jason shoved the door open and threw you inside, slamming it again.

You landed on your ass in Jason's bedroom, staring up at a bewildered Eddie Munson.

"Jesus, are you ok?" He knelt beside you, giving you his arm to help you up.

Your legs were shakey, but in an odd way, the sight of him relaxed you a little. "W-What are you doing here?"

He clutched his chest. "What, you assume I wasn't invited? I'm wounded, Princess."

You rolled your eyes as he sat with you on the bed.

"I thought I was dealing for the party." He sighed. "But then when I got here they shoved me in here and locked the door." He laughed humorously, "I gotta say, I can't tell you how fucking relieved I am to see you. Thought they were gonna beat the shit out of me and hide my body or something. "

You sighed, "Well hopefully Seven Minutes in Heaven beats that."

He crawled further up onto the mattress, crossing his legs lazily and propping his arms behind his head. "You know, I always thought Jason hated me, but now, he's going around locking me in rooms with pretty girls. I guess he's warming up to me." You snorted, his friendliness relaxing you, and your eyes fell to the floor shyly. He stared at you warmly, "I suppose he's more using me as the punishment this time though, huh? Spend some time with the freak and if you make it out alive, you can sit at the popular table?"

Your heart sank. He seemed so exasperatedly resigned to it all. As if it were just another Tuesday.

"I don't think it's a punishment." You countered his deprecating words, crossing your arms.

He gave a lazy smile, chewing on his necklace passively, "No?"

You shook your head with a smile, peering at him over your shoulder.

"He really is a meathead, you know." You tested the waters carefully, holding his gaze. "He locks me in a room with a pretty boy and expects me to be upset about it? Ridiculous."

Eddie froze, a shit eating grin tugging at his pretty lips. "You're flirting with me."

You smirked, blushing. "You started it."

"Maybe," He crawled closer, sitting behind you on the bed with your body turned to face him, "But you liked it enough to keep it going."

The air was thick with tension now. He was close enough for you to see the faint spattering of freckles on his nose. A tiny scar at his temple. "How much time do we have left?"

He grinned, "Why do you ask? You got somewhere to be?"

"I'd just rather not have Jason Carver walk in on me jumping your bones."

"Oh, is that what you're gonna do?" He chuckled when you blushed, a hand coming up to hold your chin. "I've gotta disagree with you there. I think that's an ideal senario, really."

You laughed so sweetly he couldn't help but grin.

"You didn't have anything to drink, did you?" His voice is soft, nose nudged against yours. It felt like electricity in your veins as his lips teasingly grazed your own. You shook your head no. "Good."

When he kissed you it was like liquid warmth spreading through you. He tasted sweet and tart, like he'd been eating Jolly Ranchers before you happened to dropped in, and he smelled like green apples and good weed. His curls tickled your cheeks ever so slightly as you let his hands slide over your neck to cradle your face against his. You moaned softly, your tongue grazing his, and he cursed against you. He was needy and messy, nipping and sucking at your lips when you laced your fingers in his hair and tugged gently. He made a delicious sound at that, reaching blindly for your thighs and pulling you up into his lap. He held you, his hands drifting beneath your shirt to rub your back. You whined his name breathlessly.

"Fuck, Hey..." He hummed against you , your breath was shakey when he as he pulls back to look at you. He was gorgeous...all kiss bitten and smiley.

"Now, as eager as I am for you to jump my bones, tiger..." He pecked your lips again, chastely, as if he couldn't help it. "I think you 'ought to let me take you home first."

You frowned, "Home?"

He grinned, giving your thighs a little pat with one last kiss, signaling for you to stand. You did, though relucatantly, and Eddie wandered over to the window.

"Like you said..." He smiled at you, easily pulling up on the frame and opening the window. "Meathead."

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It had been Eddie's idea to keep it a secret. If it had been up to you, you would have been making out with him in the halls like every other god forsaken couple at Hawkins High.

You'd wanted to sit with him at lunch. Watch Hellfire do their thing. Go see his band play. And while this made Eddie's heart sprout little wings and fly around in his chest, he knew better.

"You...God, you have no idea how much I want that." He whined, burying his face in your neck. You were laid out on his bed with him, sharing a joint as you rambled.

He pressed kisses to the crook of your neck and you squirmed when they tickled, grinning at him, "Then let me come, stupid." You mussed his curls playfully and he gave a croaky laugh.

"You know you I can't do that, Prom Queen."

You rolled your eyes, blowing smoke up towards the roof of the trailer. "Why not?"

"Babe." He held your chin as you looked up at him, "He heard a rumor that you had a single conversation with me and he shoved you on your ass and locked you in a room with a stranger." You frowned, knowing deep down he was right. "God, you have know idea how much I want to show you off. Kiss you whenever I want. Especially when you're walking around in that little cheer skirt. Like, holy fuck, are you trying to kill me?"

You laughed, rolling your eyes.

"But I'm not going to let those assholes make your life hell because of me. Trust me. I'm not worth it."

"Fuck off." You whined at his self-deprecating words. "You're worth everything."

He smiled, crooning down to graze your lips, "Everything huh?"

"More than everything. Everything and then even more on top of that. Have you ever seen Carrie?"

He nodded, looking amused, and laid the burnt end of the joint in an ashtray.

"That's the kind of shit I'd put up with for you."

He laughed loudly, "Aw babe...I can't believe you'd become a blood thirsty telekinetic monster for me." He clutches his heart in faux sentiment.

"Any day, Munson."

His arms wrapped around your waist and he sighed, rolling onto his back so you were laying atop him. "Well as much as I appreciate the offer..." he combed his fingers through your hair, and you nearly purred. "I'm not letting anyone give my Prom Queen a pig's blood bath."

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Mike had been rambling about El for nearly fourty five minutes, now. He'd just gotten a new letter from her and he was over the moon, relaying to the group all of her stories about Jonathan and Will and Rink-o-Mania, Lucas and Dustin interjecting every so often to gush over Suzie and Max. Eddie was trying to listen. He really was. But his eyes kept getting lost in the thick rule book he'd propped up in front of his throne. He sighed softly, picking up one of his tiny silver figures to toy with it while the boys talked.

"Are we gonna play?" He finally groaned, his leg swung over the arm of his throne lazily. "You guys have been rambling like idiots in love for a half hour."

"Aw, are you jealous, Munson?" Mike teased with faux sympathy. "Don't worry, buddy. You'll find someone someday."

"Nah man." Eddie smirked, picking at his fingernails. "I'm off the market. Don't get me wrong, you guys are cute and all. I've just heard so much about these Señoritas that I think I know them better than you do at this point."

Lucas paused, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his chair. "What do you mean you're off the market?"

"Don't worry Sinclair. There's plenty of me to go around." He spread his arms goofily, grinning.

Dustin looked unimpressed, "You expect us to believe you've got a girl?"

"Not a girl, Henderson. A woman."

Mike rolled his eyes, "He's lying."

Eddie scoffed, "Come on, man. You're allowed to to have a girlfriend that's just casually a superhero, but the moment I have a girlfriend at all? That's when you call bullshit?"

"Who is she?"

Lucas countered, crossing his arms.

Eddie paused, debating if he should tell them. "Y/N L/N."

The table groaned, sending Eddie into a fit of laughter.

"Sureeee."

"Come off it, Eds."

"Whatever man."

Eddie rolled his eyes, crossing his arms behind his head, "When have I ever lied to you guys huh? I don't have to prove myself to you little assholes."

Lucas shook his head. "A girlfriend is one thing, Eddie. A cheerleader girlfriend? That's another. But Y/N L/N? Dude...that's something else entirely."

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You gasped, throwing your elbows and struggling when someone came up behind you and wrapped their arms around your waist in the empty hallway. Your hallpass fluttered to the ground. "Get your hands off of me, assho-"

Their arms loosened, "Oh come on, angel, I know I'm no Prince Charming, but I thought you liked me better than that."

You froze, immediately turning and throwing your arms around the curly haired, brown eyed boy in front of you. "Eds..."

He held your waist with one arm, rubbing your back with the other. "Hey, I've got you. I didn't mean to scare you, baby. Is something going on?" His brow furrowed with concern, cradling your face.

You buried your face in his chest, voice muffled. "I'm sorry." You fought to catch your breath, hands shaking with adrenaline. "Jason and some other idiots from the basketball team. They always flirt, but they've been...touchy, today." You swallowed thickly. "They've been following me around like dogs."

"Hold up, touchy? They put their hands on you?" Anger flashed in his eyes as he looked you over, protectively. "They've pulled shit like that? Running up and grabbing you?"

"They've only held me like that once," You croak. "Normally they just push me back up against the lockers."

Eddie's face hardened, his jaw clenching. His lip trembled, and you could tell he was hiding rage just beneath the surface. He nodded, pulling you close to hug you against his chest. He kissed your forehead. "If this happens again, you tell me. You come tell me right away, ok? You did the right thing. If they put hands on you like that again I want you to do exactly what you did just a minute ago. Just swing your arms and kick like hell alright?"

You nodded, looking up and him, and he pecked your lips, mussing your hair. "I'm not gonna let them touch you again, ok?"

Again, you nodded, and hugged him tightly, enjoying the familiar smell and feel of him again before you heard a door open down the hall, and you jumped apart.

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"What's wrong, Eds? Things getting rocky with the ole imaginary girlfriend?" Mike sat his tray down beside Eddie, but he couldn't take his eyes off of Jason Carver's table. The more he thought about it, the more anger he felt.

Sure, Jason had always had some sort of sick fascination with you, but if this was happening to you, it was happening to other girls too.

Eddie's stomach churned.

His gaze immediately turned to you when he saw you walking back to the cheer table with your lunch, sitting beside Chrissy Cunningham.

He felt a little twinge of relief, seeing you snug in between two of your friends at the table. He took a few bites of his food, trying to pay attention to what his friends were debating about this time.

His muscles tightened when he saw you stand from the table, presumably, to throw away your trash and return your lunch tray. Jason stood with his tray as well, closely followed by two of his goons. Eddie's jaw clenched, and he quickly turned to watch the scene more closely.

"What's he riled up about, this time?" Gareth muttered. The other boys laughed, taking teasing jabs, but Eddie didn't process a word of it at this point.

He watched Jason like a hawk as the blonde muttered something to his friends, pointing over at you. Eddie shot up from the lunch table.

You'd just put your tray down when you felt someone come up behind you, grabbing your waist. You gasped, feeling Patricks hot breath on your neck. "Why don't we go find a spot under the bleachers and you can show my friends and I what you wear under that pretty uniform?"

You struggled, just like Eddie told you, but Patrick shoved you foward into Andy's chest.

Eddie sprinted across the room, elbowing through the crowds as panic bubbled in his stomach. "Hey!"

You took a step back, but Andy's hands were already grabbing your hips. You shoved your fists against his chest. "Aw, Don't be like that. It won't do any good. I like it when girls play hard to g-"

A fist found Andy's jaw, and he fell backwards, pulling you down with him. Eddie gathered you quickly from the floor up into his arms, his eyes looking you up and down for any sign that they'd hurt you. "You okay?"

You nodded, tears in your eyes, and Eddie held you close, letting you cling to his chest as Andy stood up again, looking pissed.

"What the hell is wrong with you, you freak?" He spat, nose starting to bleed.

"What's wrong with me? You're the one feeling up my girlfriend in the middle of the goddamn lunch room!"

The room seemed to freeze, laughter breaking out slowly across the tables. Hellfire was on its feet, every single member watching with their jaw dropped.

"Girlfriend..." Jason scoffed, wandering over. "You really are nuts aren't you?"

Eddie swallowed thickly. You could feel him trembling. "I'm going to tell you this one time, Carver. So, you better get it through your thick fucking skull."

The room went quiet again. Jason crossed his arms over his chest, looking amused.

"If I see you lay a goddamn finger on another girl in this school, I will personally beat in every pearly little tooth in your fucking mouth."

There was a long silence. You'd never heard Eddie's voice so dark.

"You understand me?" His breathing was heavy with anger.

Jason rolled his eyes, chuckling. "Jesus, Y/N. Tell this freak you're not his. I think he's been playing pretend a little too much with his boyfriends. It seems to have gotten to his head."

There was a long silence. Eddie wasn't sure what you would do. In a way, he would understand if you did tell him to fuck off. The whole damn school was watching, now.

Trembling, you took Eddie's chin, turning him to look at you. His eyelashes fluttered, giving you silent permission, and you pulled him down into a sweet, comforting, long overdue kiss.

The silence dissipated into shocked murmurs, and Jason watched in horrified confusion as Eddie pecked your lips one last time before turning to look at him.

"Like I said...Hands off."

He slid his arm around your waist, squeezing your hand comfortingly as he walked you over to the Hellfire table. The boys were silent, staring at the two of you like you had three heads.

"Boys, I'd like you to meet Lady L/N...Newest member of the Hellfire Club."

Dustin stared, jaw still slack with amazement. "Eddie..."

Eddie's brow raised expectantly.

"That was...so fucking metal, dude."

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cheriladycl01 · 1 month

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My love, is mine all mine - Max Verstappen x Norris! Reader x Charles Leclerc Part 4

Plot: Norris' Twin sister is also a driver in the 2021 line up and is in her rookie era. Not only do the commentators struggle to now talk about the pair in the race, but they also struggle to talk about talent. What happens when two drivers find her eye-catching.

A/N: I've brought Luisia into things because of the timeline and it being 2021. Don't hate on her, or the fact that i've brought her into my writing please!

Credit to countingstars-17 for the GIF

"MAX VERSTAPPEN WINS THE AUSTRIAN GRAND PRIX, LANDO NORRIS COMING CLOSE BEHIND HIM IN P2 WITH HIS SISTER Y/N NORRIS FOR SECOND PODIUM IN P3. THAT'S A DOUBLE MCLAREN AND A DOUBLE NORRIS PODIUM!" the commentator screams.

The second stint in Austria was far better with the stresses from the first gone, you were able to fully concentrate on the weekend and it was like you were a completely different person on track.

You're driving was aggressive and you were unstoppable when working your way up to your brother who was ahead of you. With some incredible team strategy and the help of DRS from your brother you were able to retain a double podium for your team and defend from both Mercedes car's effortlessly which was a shock to you since one of them was a seven times world champion.

You stood on the podium that day with your brother, your dad was there watching the pair of you tears in his eyes same as yours.

Celebrating a win with your brother was a feeling you don't think you'd ever forget.

Post race interviews were incredible and everyone could see the glow you were emitting from how proud you were. But a lot of your answers were just leading them onto your home race which would come after the large break that was coming. Not huge break but enough for a small holiday.

You moved in with you brother as his home was closer to Woking where the MTC was based and it just made sense. You guy's lived together for the first 22 years of your life so it wouldn't be any different now.

You and your brother however did want to travel over the summer, and when you got invited to go to Mallorca with Carlos and Lando you couldn't say no. You met the Sainz family who were all so welcoming to you and helped you further your Spanish that you took at GCSE while you were out there.

Then you guys ended up travelling to Portugal where Lando met Luisia. You both immediately jelled to the point where you were probably more obsessed with her than Lando was.

You became her best friend and Lando and her kept talking on and off after you left Portugal. You also texted her all the time, making sure she was okay.

Lando had to explain to Luisia that you'd just had a falling out with your childhood best friend so it was natural for you to want to be attaching yourself to someone new and the crazy thing was Luisia didn't mind at all.

You went to Silverstone, excited for the race, and even though it wasn't a podium at your home race you and Lando place P4 and you in P5.

Then you moved onto Hungary which honestly wasn't great, you managed to slip into the points in P10, but Lando had a DNF on Lap 2.

After Hungary, there was the actual summer break where you joined Lando on a yacht with all of his friends. You ended up inviting Luisia where of course her and Lando finally got together and you couldn't be more excited for them.

There was one day when you all docked up in Monaco and you were alone as Lando had stolen Luisia and were having fun swimming and on Jetski's, your mum and Oliver wanted to go sight seeing and all of Lando's friends hit Monte Carlo casino, so you decided to go shopping by yourself.

You were walking the streets of Monaco when a familiar voice called out to you.

"Y/N?"

You spun round to be met with the Monegasque man who was standing behind you alone.

"Charles?" you smile a little looking over him and he steps forward coming up to you. It's a little awkward at first and it's almost like he doesn't know what he should do. You can tell he wants to pull you into a hug and typical European greeting but seems, tentative after everything that happened between the two of you.

"How- are you I haven't spoken to you since..." he trails off and looks down.

"Since you kissed me and admitted you'd basically been in love with me for the last like 8 years?" you chuckle looking over at him with a small smile on your face.

"Erm yeah. I just wanted you to know I wasn't making any of that up!" he nods.

"I know, I think part of me ... the immature part of me panicked especially where anyone could have seen, and you know I was right too because someone did" you smile. If you were to get into a relationship with another driver you'd have to be really careful with how it got out into the media.

"Yeah, it's funny actually Max and I used to argue over you a lot!" he chuckles and your head snaps up to him.

"What?" you ask looking up at him, now stood closer to him than before.

"Max and I we're both attention seekers, especially when it came to you. We both would fight for your approval, it was childish but we both liked you! Can't believe Max won you over" he smiled reminiscing.

"Max hasn't won me over, he's sleeping with my best friend while she's been lying to me..." you frown, offended that he'd think that especially after what happened after the first race in Austria at the restaurant.

"But Pierre said... and that one article about ..." he starts but you quickly interrupt him.

"There is nothing between me and Max trust me. He made me nervous and was able to make me blush but if he likes Y/BF/N, i wouldn't get in the way of that!" you offer, but Charles still doesn't seem convinced.

"But Max told me to back off" he murmurs to himself and you nearly didn't hear it with how quietly he'd mumbled it. You pretended not to be shocked, and looked down so he couldn't really see your facial expression.

"Have you ever been on a yacht?" you ask, kind of out of the blue.

"I grew up in Monaco, of course I have!" he grins.

"My family, Lando and I all rented a yacht to spend the summer on, did you want to join us while we are here!" you grin, and he thinks for a second before nodding.

"But you have to come shopping with me first!" you grin and he rolls his eyes before gesturing for you to lead the way. You spend about and hour walking through the streets of Monaco buying things with your new F1 money.

"You travelled back to the docked boat before turning to Charles remembering about your brothers new girlfriend. "You travelled back to the docked boat before turning to Charles remembering about your brothers new girlfriend.

"Just so you know, Lando has a new girlfriend so erm. You know if you post anything don't get them in it together" you smile and he looks over at you in shock.

"Lando has a girlfriend?" he asks as if it's a bizarre concept.

"Yeah, she's a model and super super sweet!" you cheer, happy your brother was happy.

"Well, lets go. I want to see you brother!" Charles grins before going in front of you and onto the boat.

What a summer this would be.

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luv4georgie · 6 days

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ooohh a number 16 and 18 angst with lando omggg pls.

(your writing is so amazing )

the scientist.

Lando Norris x fem!reader

in which formula one star, Lando Norris, and “girlfriend”, Y/n L/n, go through some complications after Y/n finds a-few things out.

warnings: toxicasf!Lando, cheating, allusions to death, mental death, crying, a-lot of swearing, FLASHBACKS IN ITALICS

prompts 16 and 18 for angst- “it was a dare” and “why am i always your last option?”

“tell me you love me, come back and haunt me.”

i was sad. not even sad. more than that. Lando had broken up with me. 2 years gone to waste. 2 years of me loving him. 2 years all a lie. nobody said it was easy, fair enough, but no-one ever said it would be so hard. i could never fall in love again. i just couldn’t. it hurt so much. it still does. every-time i think of it, it feels like a dagger goes through my heart. was it me? was i the problem? why was i so hard to love?

it was a Saturday night when Lando decided to confess. confess the biggest lie of my and maybe, just maybe, his life. “it was a lie.” Lando said. me, still laughing and oblivious to what was happening, responded. “what?” i said still laughing, not turning to face the ‘love of my life’ yet. “everything Y/n/n” i turned to face him, a smile still on my face which quickly dropped seeing his overly serious expression. he had tears in his eyes and looked like he was cowering. “what’s everything Lan?” i questioned again. tears fell from his eyes, then i knew it was bad. “our relationship. my love for you.”

then it happened my stomach did 100 flips, my heart beat 1000x faster. some odd taste popped up in my mouth and before i knew it i was running to my bathroom, throwing up. Lando hadn’t moved from where he was standing. he was crying, letting his head hang low. once i finished being sick. i washed my mouth out and slowly made my way to the living room which looked into my kitchen, where Lando was. on wobbly legs i walked up to him around 3 feet away from him. now i get it. now i get why he never wanted to move in with me. i get why he acted weird and always rejected my love around his stupid friends.

me and Lando was at the club with a few of his friends. he had cheated. i know he did. i didn’t leave though i stayed there. he didn’t bother touching me around his friends. he never has really. i watched Lando dance, grind and kiss on another girl. i was shocked but to drunk to care. i was upset nonetheless but just couldn’t wrap my head around it. i watched as he did the same with 3 other beautiful girls. that’s when i had enough. “Lando!” i shouted. i grabbed his wrist, told him he’s had a-lot of drinks and that he should slow down but he waved me off. offended i scoffed and ignored him. “a bit clingy, ay” i heard Max shout. “yeah, she’s always all over me it’s weird” Lando responded. my eyes widened and i shoved him out of my way and made my way to the the exit. “fucking move” some random man said. “shut up dumbass” i retorted.

“what did you just fucking say?” he said, pushing me really aggressively into another girl, one of the girls Lando was dancing with, who gave me the dirtiest look ever. i tried to say sorry but she slapped me. all i heard was one word getting chanted around ‘fight’. a circle formed around us both. i kept dodging her punches but still took a few. i didn’t hit her back. i didn’t want to. i couldn’t. suddenly i saw a familiar pair of arms wrap around the girls waist, who i found out to be called Chelsea. it was Lando. grabbing onto her waist and carrying her out of the exit. i scoffed again. tears pricked my eyes and i was so annoyed. i was that angry and pissed off i cried. i ran out of the exit and accidentally bumped into a wall-like chest. Lando. “where are you going?” he asked. i didn’t answer just wriggled out of his grasp and ran to the corner of some steps i saw earlier. he followed me. “why am i always your last option Lando? why? i’m your girlfriend, yet you help someone you met 10 minutes ago and comfort them. i don’t get it”. Lando being Lando told me i was overreacting, called an uber and took us both home.

“why are you fucking crying Lando?” i whispered. “you don’t get to fucking cry!” i shouted this time. tears stung my eyes and more fell from his. he dropped to his knees and cried pathetically. i just stared at him in disgust. “you’re fucking sick Lando” i said, my voice broken and wrecked. “sick. i can’t believe it. am i a joke? why am i so fucking hard to love?” i cried. “please baby, i’m sorry, it was a stupid dare and i laughed and did it” he begged. “you laughed at me? you fucking laughed at the idea of asking me to be your girlfriend. you knock me fucking sick Lando. fucking sick.” i cried and cried. he wouldn’t shut up, even after i told him to get out, he didn’t. he just kept saying sorry and please. i didn’t get it. am i that fucking hard to love. that’s when my life ended. everything inside of me died that night, even if i was physically there, i died.

AUTHORS NOTE: sorry this is really short, i’m literally just reflecting on my last relationship with this because most of this is a true story in my life but a-lot less worse, that ex hurt me in every-way possible and as we know Lando would never do something like that so please don’t say i have said he would. thank you. and thank you for all your support recently ❤️❤️

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the-offside-rule · 3 months

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Max Verstappen (Red Bull Racing) - Champagne Problems

Requested: fucking HIGHLY requested

Prompt: it's basically how Max and Y/n began their little affair from Farewell

Farewell: Part 1, Part 2

Champagne Problems: Part 2

Warnings: cheating, FICTION

Y/n smiled politely as the cameras flashed around her. This would be the first time she would be at the FIA Gala as an F1 driver. She was there when she was in F2 two years ago, and ultimately missed out last year after a very disappointing year in Williams. She posed and laughed, becoming more or less effortlessly gorgeous, easily the most gracious woman in the room and it didn't go unnoticed.

Many of her fellow drivers watched from the sidelines, one of these was Max who had his girlfriend tapping away on her phone mindlessly as he watched on. There was something about her when he first met her. Her honesty, her urge to befriend the grid. It made her likable from the get go and now that she was his teammate, he couldn't help but steal glances at her from across the garage. Despite the six-year age gap, there was an undeniable connection between them. Max, usually confident on the track, found himself feeling a bit uneasy around her. "Our turn." Kelly said, taking Max from his trance. He looked up to see Y/n gone and all the cameras noe turned in anticipation of who was to come next. "Right. Let's go." He smiled,grabbing her hand and leading her to the carpet.

Max walked backstage, being briefed on how the whole main event of the two teammates walking out would work. "So I just have to stand in the bit on the floor eith white tape?" Max asked. "Yes well you have to-" The voice faded away as he spotted Y/n smiling as she got her makeup touched up. God she looked stunning, but that's not something anyone should ever feel about their teammate, especially when she's younger. Max stood looking forward beside Y/n. They stood silently before Max coughed and managed to get a "hello" out. "I was beginning to think you were ignoring me." Y/n chuckled. "Never. I could never ignore you. You're far too loud and bubbly." Y/n turned to look at him and he did the same for her. "Don't pretend you hate it." She smiled.

"If you don't mind me saying-" He paused and looked between both of her eyes. "You look very good tonight." She nodded and smiled. "I know." Max chuckled. "I'd say you do." The pair looked forward, returning to their professional composure. "You know, I don't like these kind of events." She said. Max turned his head slightly so he could look at her in the corner of his eye. "I don't like having to dress up. I would prefer for us to just head somewhere with our Red Bull stuff on." She joked making Max laugh. "I mean if it suits you wear it."

"Introducing, newly crowned two time World Champion, Max Verstappen and the first woman to grace the grid in years, his 19 year old teammate, Y/n Y/l/n."

As Max stood next to his World Championship trophy, he searched the room for his teammate, desperately wanting to find her. Eventually he spotted her face, once bright and smiley now looking bored as she found herself surrounded by men. He chuckled and set his glass aside before grabbing the bottle of champagne beside him and making his way over to the small group. "But you see, crypto is the future and I would even go as far to say-"

"Hello Y/n!" She turned to see her teammate with a beaming smile upon his face. "Max." She replied. "Sorry to interrupt, but would you mind if I borrowed her from you. Y/n and I need to discuss some things. Excuse us." Max said, guiding her away with a knowing smile. As they walked away, Y/n couldn't help but feel the magnetic pull between them. "Of course." She turned to the guests and excused herself before quickly rushing off with Max. "Thank god. I don't think I could've listened to them talking about crypto currency for another minute." Max laughed, whisking her away with a charming smile. "Saved by the Max Verstappen." Y/n teased, her eyes meeting Max's. "Just returning the favor for you helping me this year." Max replied, a playful glint in his eyes. "You hardly needed me for something, did you?" She asked. "No, I just thought you needed help out of that situation and I happen to have a full bottle of champagne."

The pair found themselves on the balcony of the gala, away from prying eyes, continuing their conversation. Max, still hesitant to admit his feelings, spoke about the unique dynamics of their partnership on the track. "You know," Max began, clearing his throat. He turned to see Y/n looking at him. His knees went weak before continuing on. "We make a great team out there. I mean you're young, you're basically fearless and then...me?" He stopped, confused where he was going with this. "Old and wise?" He looked at her offended. "I'm not that old." She looked back out onto the view with a subtle smirk. "Well, you're not so bad yourself, Max. Maybe it's the teamwork that's making us stand out."

"Maybe it's something else?" Y/n took a deep breath in as Max continued on. "How do you mean?" She asked. Max fought in his head whether or not he should admit to these immoral thoughts he had about her. "Nothing." He muttered back, grabbing the champagne from Y/n and taking a swig sipping from the bottle. "Well you've started it now, you may as well finish it." Y/n said. The air between them crackled with unspoken emotions, and Y/n could sense Max's internal struggle, torn between his feelings and loyalty to his girlfriend. "Just say it." She whispered. Max let out a sigh and kept looking out onto the view, not brave enough to look into her eyes in case he fell in love. "There's something about you, Y/n. I can't put a name to it but it's there."

"I've noticed, Max. It's been there all season." He let out a breath of relief, knowing she felt the same. "So, what exactly do we do now?" He asked. "Because-" He turned to her, taking her hand into his. She locked eyes with him. She never realised how blue they were before but now she can't help it, seeing the twinkling lights within them. "I can't promise anything, but I can't deny what I feel either." She nodded. "I understand, Max. I just-" He closed the gap between them, pecking her lips gently. He pulled away, staring at her in disbelief of what he had just done. "I am so sorry." He whispered. She took a deep breath. "Do it again."

It didn't take long for his hands to cup her face and pull her in again for another kiss. The kiss deepened and his hands dropped to her waist, while hers went under his buttoned shirt. This is the passion he had wanted with her. Y/n, her head generally always thinking of what others would say if they saw this, didn't care as Max pushed her back towards the ledge on the balcony and began to kiss her neck. Her fingers twirled through his hair, messing it as his now stained lips drew lilac bruises from her skin. She grinned, pulling him back up to engulf him yet another kiss when-

"Max!" The pair jumped apart by the sound of the sudden voice. "Max!" Their PR manager. "Yeah?" He called back, fixing his shirt back into his trousers. "We just need you for some photos!" Max wiped Y/n's smudged lipstick away from her lips and allowed her to fix his tie and his own lips. "Coming!" He shouted back. "If you find Y/n on the way in, can you call her in too?" Max looked down to Y/n grinning. "Of course!"

"Max?" He turned back, looking at her. "How about a movie at my hotel tonight?" She asked, twiddling with her fingers. Max didn't know what to do. "Um, maybe it's not such a good idea right now. I mean-" He paused gesturing inside. "My girlfriend is here and I don't think she would-"

"No, no, I get it. I think we just let the champagne get to us." She said. "Yeah. But if its any consolation, if I was single, you would- I mean I would love to- you- yeah." He couldn't quite finish his sentence. Y/n nodded. "Thanks." She mumbled. "I will-" He stopped. "I'll talk to you later." Y/n nodded again. "I'll be in soon. I. Just going to have a look at the view." She smiled, reassuringly. Max nodded and turned to leave. How could he do that? How stupid was he? Then again, she asked him to kiss her again. Did it mean anything?

As the gala drew to a close, Max and Y/n lingered closely to one another, their eyes speaking volumes. Max hesitated, his unspoken desire evident, but his unspoken loyalty to his girlfriend still there, but being questioned. "Should we leave?" Kelly asked, sensing that Max was not feeling it anymore. He nodded, a soft smile on his lips. "Alright. We should say goodbye to the other guests then." Kelly held his hand gently and pulled him along to say goodbye to everybody. "Leaving so early? You're not drunk already, are you?" Christian chuckled, patting Max on the back. Max chuckled as he rubbed his forehead with his fingers. "I don't know. I've had a lot of people buying me drinks and then a whole bottle of champa-"

Max looked to Christian's right to see Y/n, looking between both his eyes. He felt the air stuck in his lungs as she stared right into his very soul. "I'll see you on the track, Y/n," Max finally said, his voice carrying a mix of regret and longing. Y/n, understanding the complexity of their situation, smiled softly. "Looking forward to it, Max." He opened his arms for a hug to which Y/n reluctantly fell into. How long would this awkwardness go on for? And how long would it take for someone to figure it out? The pair pulled away with Max giving an awkward smile. "See you next year." He whispered. "Likewise." And so, she watched him as he walked away, out of sight but most definitely not out of mind.

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An Small Analysis Post On Lightbulb, Because I Hate How The Fandom Butchered Her Character As A Whole.

I'm making this post mostly as a reminder to myself To Not Hate Lightbulb because I actually think she's a pretty interesting character, but the way the fandom portrays her kinda ruined my interest for her.

The fandom's portrayal of Lightbulb ultimately just sticks to the nonsensical/silly aspect of her, which is pretty much what Lightbulb didn't want on canon to begin with. Interpretations and all that are understable, but I would like to just point out some things about Lightbulb. She's not just whimsy and sillyness and nonsense, her whole arc is about literally Toxic Positivity, Lack of Compromise, Lack of Leadership skills, Lack of Connection With Others and Unhealthy Copying Mechanisms.

Now Max, what the hell are you talking about? Well.

I personally think that Lightbulb is a genuinely good character. The way she copes with stuff really makes you see that she's really not doing great mentally. Of course, toxic positivity and sillyness may be her way to cope, because if no one sees her being vulnerable, they will never know what may hurt her the most.

I do think that she cared for Marsh in the same way Paintbrush did, but dare I say she also lacks emotional intelligence when it comes to comforting others or accepting those feels. Why talk about them seriously when you can just joke around and make them laugh about the issue? Of course that didn't happen.

Lightbulb has attachment issues, she doesn't want to be left alone, and she doesn't seem to be conscious over the fact that her attitude and way to approach others IS why she never truly got too many significant relationships at all until the very end, only for all of her friends to leave.

Having a "I don't care :]" attitude only did it so much worse for her on an emotional stand point because she ended up caring so SO badly for the remaining members of her group, and when her team was going down, she didn't know what to do or what to say at all. On late s2 she's actually getting the needs of her teammates and their struggles.

But I want to note something here. The reason as to why she "ditched" Test Tube so quickly on the alt dimension ep was because she thought that she found people that got her, people who were going through it but just wanted to keep thinking positively, and at the end of the day, that just doomed her. Because she realized that they weren't like that. She didn't find anyone that got how she felt.

You can only hide so much things with laughs and shenanigans and attitudes and addictions, before you realize that you have to own your mistakes and have to ACTUALLY TRY to be a better person.

Now, I don't think that Lightbulb meant things to go that way.

Thus all of these things are so much sadder when Fan and Test Tube get eliminated and Lightbulb is left alone. For the first time she ACTUALLY tried to let go off her unhealthy copying mechanisms and got close to people and lost them on the process. She lost all of her team because she didn't care seriously enough.

She's alone.

She doesn't like being alone at all.

So she's currently suffering the consequences of her actions.

And she doesn't like being alone.

Lightbulb struggles so SO much with having healthy relationships and healthy connections because she never was honest with herself at all. And when she realized that in order to be close to others, you have to grow and let yourself feel, it was far too late.

Her whole team is gone because of her lack of care for it and how she sucked at being a leader despite being an light to them, her unhealthy copying mechanisms indicate that she's been like that for a long time, and that the attitude she took was in order to cope with things feeling so so bad.

I really want to see what they'll do with her once s2 is back again. But for now, we can only hope so much.

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You’re in Trouble (Eddie Munson x Reader)

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Eddie Munson x Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: Swearing, threats of violence

Synopsis: As the gang are looking around the boathouse, Y/N joins them on the hunt for Eddie but her angry demeanour makes the others worried of what will happen when they do

Y/N notes: shorter than Eddie

This one was requested by @lily-sinclair-2006 ! I liked the idea of Y/N being pissed that he may have cheated on her rather than the more important thing, that he might of killed someone lol. I’m working on The Metal Head and the Material Girl part 2 and it should be out some time this week so look out for that!

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“What a dump.” Dustin mumbled as the group entered the boat shed. Steve pulled an oar off of the wall and began jabbing at the tarp in the boat. Dustin pulled a face at him.

“What are you doing?” The younger one asked.

“He might be in here.” Steve calmly replied, continuing to jab.

“So take the tarp off!”

“If you’re so brave, you take the tarp off!” The door to the shed burst open, spooking everyone inside. They all turned to see Y/N L/N in the doorway. She gave them an angered confused look.

“Y/N?” Steve questioned, lowering the oar.

“Steve? The fuck are you lot doing here?” The girl looked at each of the group.

“Uh we could ask you the same question?” Steve replied.

“I’m looking for my bitch ass boyfriend that’s what I’m doing.” Y/N explained, walking further into the shed and looking around.

“Oooooooh yeah I totally forgot Eddie had a girlfriend.” Steve said to the group. Dustin gave him a look of disbelief.

“Yeah you couldn’t have remembered that sooner?? It would have been real helpful to know that the person we’re looking for is dating someone!!!”

“Alright alright I’m sorry! She graduated two years ago, haven’t seen her since so she slipped my mind! Uh no offence Y/N.” Steve put a hand up in Y/N’s direction as she continued to look around.

“None taken Harrington, so you guys found anything?”

“Uh n-no not yet.” Dustin replied. “Uh hi Dustin Henderson, Eddie’s friend. Do you know where he might’ve gone if not here?”

“I went to his trailer the morning after it happened, police wouldn’t let me get too close. Eddie’s uncle, Wayne, didn’t have clue to where he went either. I checked all over my house just in case but he wasn’t there. I went to our old spot in the woods outside the high school, then our one at Lover’s Lake, nothing. And now I’m here.” Y/N sounded more and more annoyed the more places she listed off.

“And I just wanna make sure…” Dustin began. “That you don’t think Eddie did it?”

“Of course he didn’t.” Y/N replied, finding it stupid he’d even ask. “That boy will cry over roadkill we pass on the way to my house ain’t no way in Hell he killed Chrissy Cunningham.”

“And you think he’ll still be alive?” Dustin asked, wanting the confirmation.

“Either he’s dead or I’m gonna kill him myself.” Y/N answered back.

“Hey.” Max called. “Look over here.” Wrappers from different snacks laid about on a table.

“Maybe he heard us?” Robin suggested. “Got spooked and ran?”

“Don’t worry. Steve will get him with his oar.” Dustin said sarcastically.

“I know you think you’re being funny Henderson but considering everyone in the room, apart from Y/N, has nearly died a hundred times, personally, I don’t find it funny in the slight-“ Suddenly Eddie jumped out and pushed Steve to the wall. A broken beer bottle to his throat. Everyone immediately panicked trying to calm Eddie down.

“You’re focusing on the wrong person Munson.” Eddie turned at the familiar voice, dropping the bottle. He began walking over to her, a relieved smile appearing.

“Babe-“ Y/N slapped him clean across the face. Everyone fell silent.

“You wanna explain why Chrissy Cunningham was in your trailer?”

“W-What?” Eddie managed to say.

“Chrissy. In your trailer. Late at night. No call from you.”

“I- wh- she was-“ Y/N glared up at him. He sighed, exasperated. He didn’t care that she was mad, he had to say it. “You have no idea how happy I am to see your face after the time I’ve had.” Eddie opened his arms to her.

“I’m waiting for an explanation.” Y/N did not hug him. She stood there with her arms folded. Eddie went limp and gathered his thoughts.

“R-Right right, she was buying from me. Wanted something stronger, we had to go back to mine. That’s it. That’s it I swear.” Eddie looked at Y/N, pleading for her to believe him. She could see in his eyes that he was craving any sort of affection from her. She sighed and placed a hand on his cheek.

“You dummy. What the hell have you gotten yourself into?” She wrapped her arms around his neck, his arms going around her waist. “I was so fucking worried about you.”

“I’m sorry. I would’ve contacted you, I would’ve but I-I just couldn’t.”

“I know. It’s okay. I’m sorry too.” The couple pulled away.

“Yeah no kidding babe. You really went for it.” He rubbed his cheek, feeling the hot sting from the slap. “So you really thought I cheated on you?”

“Well what was I supposed to think?” Eddie smiled and wrapped himself around her once again, this time making sure he could still see her face. Y/N rested her hands on his chest.

“Y/N I’m lucky you even acknowledge my existence, let alone are my girlfriend. What kinda delusional asshole would I be if I went off with another girl?”

“The worst.” Y/N teased.

“Yeah. I’d be the worst.” He leaned down, to kiss her. Pushing back on her a little, hungry for her affection. He didn’t realise how much he needed this until it was happening. An awkward cough brought the two back to reality.

Ah right. They weren’t alone.

“Okay glad you two lovebirds made up. Now can we please shift our focus back to the important stuff?” Dustin asked.

“Right. Yeah. Sorry Henderson it’s… it’s been a rough day.”

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Eddie is different, afterwards. Dustin doesn’t understand why no one is doing anything about it. It’s like the spark has gone out of him, except with Eddie it wasn’t just a spark, it was fireworks, and now he’s like the old flashlight Dustin once found at the back of his closet that barely flickered.

When Eddie doesn’t even want to play D&D, Dustin tries talking about it with Will. He tells him he doesn’t know why Eddie can’t just snap out of it, and Will glares at him like he suggested raising another baby demodog. In retrospect, maybe he shouldn’t have made light of being trapped in the Upside Down with the only other guy he knows who went through the same thing.

Dustin knows Eddie’s gone through some shit, he does. But the truth is he misses him, misses his confident swagger, his disdain for people who are afraid to wave their freak flag high. He misses his big smile, and his crazy faces. He misses the way Eddie took care of his little lost sheep.

The government gave Eddie and Wayne a new trailer, but Dustin hasn’t seen it yet. Max spends as much time as she can with El or hanging out at the Wheeler’s, saying the trailer park still feels haunted to her. Dustin wonders what it’s like for Eddie, still being there every day, in the place he saw Chrissy die.

Dustin goes to summer camp again, and for a while he’s able to put it all out of his mind. Suzie is there, and being with her is awesome. For four weeks he tries to pretend that the insanity and terror of living in Hawkins is no big deal. But then he comes back home.

After a few days of riding around town on his bike and hanging out with the party, Dustin decides to organize a trip to the arcade. He tries to call Steve for a ride, but there’s no answer at his house, and when he goes to get the walkie Mike stops him, saying he thinks he’s busy. Dustin protests for a while, but finally gives up when El tells him that the Byers are having a barbeque that weekend and he’ll see Steve then.

Saturday dawns hot and bright, and Dustin puts on his favorite camp shirt and heads over to the Byers’ new house early. Joyce gives him a warm hug, like always, and he goofs around with Will until Jonathan forces them to help set up chairs in the backyard. People start arriving around lunchtime, but it isn’t until he’s eaten two ketchup-drenched hot dogs and an overcooked burger that he sees Steve arrive, Eddie trailing close behind him.

He wants to run over and give Eddie a giant hug, better even than the one Dustin got from Joyce, but Robin suddenly appears next to him and puts a hand on his arm to hold him back. “Let him ease into it,” she says softly. Dustin doesn’t know why Eddie would need to ease into hanging out with his friends, but something in Robin’s tone tells him not to argue.

Eventually Dustin decides enough is enough. He finds Eddie in the house, sitting next to Steve on the couch, talking softly with Hopper who is leaning against an armchair. They all swivel their heads towards him when he pokes his head in, and Hopper nods and leaves the room, grunting some kind of greeting at Dustin as he goes by.

“Hey, what’s up?” Steve says, and Dustin stumbles over both his feet and his words as he throws himself at the two of them. Steve catches him and holds him tight, and he feels Eddie wrap an arm around him too.

“I want everyone to be okay,” Dustin mumbles, feeling like an idiot but not able to really say anything else.

“We’re okay, dude, don’t worry,” Steve says. “I mean, Hopper’s grill skills could use some work, but generally speaking that’s not a big deal.”

“Really? That’s what you’re going with? You know that’s not what I mean.” Dustin pushes out of their hold and sits on the coffee table. He looks at Eddie, and then Steve, who exchange a weird glance, and then Eddie leans forward.

“I’m sorry, bud. It really wasn’t my year, I guess. But-” Eddie’s eyes flash over to Steve, who gives him a wry grin and knocks their knees together. “Things are looking up. I’m okay. Really.”

Dustin realizes that Eddie does seem better. He’s completely lost that gray haze. Even his hair looks better, bouncier, like Steve has been sharing his secrets. “Do you swear?” he asks, his throat tight.

Eddie laughs, and it makes something glad and joyful bubble up in Dustin’s chest. Steve looks happy about it too, and he grabs Eddie around his shoulders and pulls him close to his side, making Eddie laugh some more and then rest his head on Steve’s shoulder. “Yeah, I swear.”

Dustin hears Nancy announcing something about ice pops, and he decides he better get out there before all the good flavors are taken. “All right. Fine. See you around?”

“For sure,” Eddie says, and it’s a little softer and quieter than maybe Eddie was before, but Dustin still feels that warmth inside him. Because the spark is back in Eddie’s eyes. It’s not quite fireworks yet, but it’s there, and it’s awesome.

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Love for Love's Sake | Things You Didn't Notice #9

(okay it's not an episode number this time i just still have many details to point out oops pls let me go)

I swear. I thought I'd stop mentioning small details because I already wrote like 10 posts on Tumblr translating and explaining all the cultural stuff regarding this show and the obsession is already becoming embarrassing, but I rewatched the last episodes again and I've got tiny. Little. Details. That I can't help but point people to once again. Because damn, the amount of thought put into this show!

(trigger warning: first part talks about suicide and depression, next ones are linguistic and cultural)

The Black Suit & The Sea

I would've asked Koreans I know about the significance of such symbolism but they are celebrating Seollal (New Year) today and I don't wanna ruin the festive mood asking about "how would people dress for suicide" x)

But after watching this scene, I recognized some strong parallels in Korean media depicting depression, suicide and one's decision to end their life. One of it is bridges and jumping (if you don't know what Bridge of Life is, ask me and I'll share, so this post wouldn't become too long) but another one is sea.

My interpretation - Koreans wear black suits to funerals, so if someone is headed to the sea in a black suit, it might mean this is the character's attempt to "have" their own funeral before finally ending their life. Why do I think this combination is somehow significant?

Because I remembered a music video one of K-pop artists I like (Kim Hanbin) made, after he experienced the downfall of career, extreme hate and rejection from the public, and severe depression. His whole album Waterfall tells Hanbin's personal story, dark thoughts and his battle to survive during the time when he was gone for 2 years, but in the music video for this album (illa illa) he is seen emerging from the sea in a black suit – metaphorically regaining his music and, most importantly, desire to live. Watch with lyrics!

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If we think, this is how you depict suicidal thoughts/attempt in Korean media (of course, Love for Love's Sake was even more blunt in telling us the meaning), then Myungha wearing black suit wasn't just for the pretty or dramatic picture. More than that, we see him wearing the black suit for the whole last evening – especially when he goes to finally meet his mother.

Which tells us Myungha has already decided to disappear from this world, and was determined to do it on that day, and his mother rejecting him and pretending she doesn't know her son might not have been just the last straw... but it definitely could've been Myungha's last attempt to find anything in his life worth staying for, worth not going through with his plan.

Anyway, what a scary but beautiful symbolism.

Let's talk about something happier! More heartwarming!

Do you remember when we talked about the carefully placed movie posters in previous episodes? I payed more attention to the background this time when in Episode 8 Yeowoon ran to the cinema searching for Myungha in his world. And what an amazing discovery! When Myungha starts existing again and calls Yeowoon, the movie poster behind Yeowoon says "Guardian" (보호자).

And I already said in another post that Myungha in previous episodes admitted himself being Yeowoon's "guardian, protector" in the exact same word. But now this word is shown next to Yeowoon! As Yeowoon is the one who changed the main mission and has now declared himself Myungha's guardian and protector and will do his best to make him (his favourite pereson/bias/blorbo) happy. They have now both become guardians for each other. This. Goddamn. Show.

And I also want to shout out the VFX & Production team for this show – all the visual effects are very down to earth, gentle and not over the top but enhancing the series to the max. Like, maybe you wondered where on the screen does it say "Monday, August 14" and "Saturday, August 12"? Well, as expected, you see it on four monitor screens above the box office – the date, the ongoing movies (yep, still our favourite two fake movies) and available dates etc.

But when Yeowoon and Myungha agree to meet each other in the exact system time, they are facing each other without a barrier, and the screens are now counting down the time until the Game End. Instead of normally showing movies, like in the previous shot, it says "Time remaining: 3 hours, 23 minutes, 15 seconds". It was either done with VFX or practically, but still, the thought of incorporating system messages into the actual background is insane and I'm always happy to discover such details.

I don't know how many of you have motivational stairs at your schools, we definitely didn't have this but it's quite a popular thing in Korea. They put popular and uplifting sayings for students on each stair, sometimes they even quote motivational phrases from idols, like this:

And it's interesting that when system gets broken and Myungha is about to disappear, we see the deep cracks coming through the stairs, we see ruined school BUT at the same time the quotes in the show are so obviously in our focus. And they are already written (see screenshots above) in Korean and English, but I'll still write down: one is saying "Stay hungry, stay foolish" and "If you dream it, you can do it, you will succeed". So, perhaps... motivational quotes from sunbae?

And the last moment isn't heavy on translation but I still want to talk about it because cool Korean culture!xD You see the gang grilling meat on the roof (it's called samgyeopsal and it's very popular to have for gatherings), and then Myungha makes a "ssam" and feeds it to Yeowoon – but Sangwon steals it.

Ssam is a wrap, you grill meat then put it on the salad leaf, add other ingredients (like mushrooms, sauces, garlic, green onions etc, there are many side dishes) and then you wrap it in this sort of salad sack and eat it. It's very tasty and unusual combination. But the thing is! There is no way to make it for someone else and leave it on their plate so if you make a ssam wrap for someone and want to give it to a person, you literally have to feed them (like Myungha does with a very fond smile). This is why it's often seen as a romantic gesture (aka feeding someone from your fork etc) and why it's hilarious that Sangwon steals this ssam from Yeowoon (because he wants and he gets Myungha's affection and he's not above being a brat about it!)

I'm sure you can already sense it anyway without me telling you about romantic/close-friend implications, but I thought you guys might wonder why are the guys fighting over the salad leaf.

Another funny thing – Sangwon mentions "There's a saying, 'Don't scold dogs while they eat'". This is a Korean proverb "밥 먹을 때는 개도 안 때린다" ("You don't hit even a dog when it eats") which means that, no matter how annoying you find someone, no matter how angry you are, you can't scold this person while they are eating. Eating is a very important cultural thing in Asia, of course, so do not have arguments at the dinner :D But it's funny how Sangwon uses old proverbs to be mischievous and steal Myungha's love without consequences xD I adore him

I swear, this gotta be my last post about all the details in Love for Love's Sake. There is one more scene with the mirror and a caption, and I'm very curious if it means something because it was seen twice, during system breaking down scene as well, but it's either in Chinese or Japanese and I can't read it.

Anyway! Hope you enjoyed your everyday magazine, I love reading all your tags and thoughts and comments, and if you want to read all my previous translations and pointed out cultural details in Love for Love's Sake, go read this tag!=)

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just a girl

'platonically, of course.'

last - m.list - next

[june]

p3 the weekend of her birthday felt great, double podiums with max is obviously one of her favorite things. she had a great weekend, definitely one of the best of her seasons. but now she needs to focus on the next race. she has the same routine every race week, monday is her relax day, she needs time to think. so she will wake up early, work out a little bit, shower and then take the whole day doing whatever she wants, usually that's writing music, playing instruments, or just laying around doing nothing.

she's sat on her hotel suites balcony, basking in the sunlight, playing a tune on her guitar, humming soft lyrics to herself when she hears a knock on the door. she lets out a sigh, not wanting anyone to enter her small bubble of comfort. nonetheless, she looks through the peephole before opening the door.

"hey, artie, what's up?" she smiles at her friend, letting him in and guiding him to the balcony. he looks nervous, it's easy to tell when arthur is nervous. he takes a seat across from her's, gazing at her guitar and music book.

"i just wanted to, uhm, talk about something..." he stuttered. he watches her take her seat, getting comfortable by lifting her right knee to her chest and swinging her left leg under the other. he finds it funny how much girls go through just for a comfortable position that will leave their feet tingling and legs numb after five minutes.

she nods her head, signalling him to continue. he gulps down his nerves, "how... how do you feel about me?"

she takes a second to think it's hard for her to put these things into words. she never knows what to say in moments like this, which is odd. in a press conference surrounded by reporters that do nothing but belittle her, she speak perfectly, no stuttering, no second guessing. but when it comes to talking to arthur about her feelings, she wants to break down.

"uhm. well," she adjusts her position, realizing that her foot has gone numb, "like i said, there's something there. but... i just... i can't imagine us together. not like that. i love you arthur but-"

"i'm not lando or pierre."

her heart stops. "what?"

"i see how you act around them, i see how they act around you. i know the looks you give them, it's how i look at you."

she doesn't know what to say, what to do. she feels frozen, like she wants to hug him, tell him how amazing he is and how he deserves the world. but she can't. she physically and mentally can't. and fuck does that hurt.

"it's okay," he chuckles, letting a smile show, "i've decided that i need to move on." what? "it's better for the both of us."

"arthur..."

"i can't sit around and wait for something that will probably never happen, and you can't love me the way you love them." does she love them though? does she?

"i'm sorry."

he shakes his head, getting up from his seat and crouching down in front of her. "you don't have to be. i want to be your best friend, your number one friend. like we were just a year ago. i would rather take this heartbreak over taking a chance with you and losing you in more than one way."

"i love you."

"i love you too, platonically, of course."

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user5 everyone say thank you addi !!!!

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addilynleblanc vogue.

thank you vogue for this opportunity to speak about my journey and life in motorsports. and thank you susie and lissie for joining me in our talk about the future of women in formula 1 and motorsports. thank you everyone who supported me through this amazing journey, here's to more years in f1 and more women in motorsports. -> tagged: vogue, lissiemackintosh, susie_wolff

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lissiemackintosh So grateful to be included in the the interview, thank you so much! I love you -> addilynleblanc i love you too, i couldn't let vogue not know about my fav presenter

pierregasly Incredibly proud of you Addi-Loo -> addilynleblanc thank you peep

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susie_wolff Thank you for including me in your interview! I had a great time talking about the future with you, Lissie, and Vogue. I can't wait for all of our futures in this industry! -> addilynleblanc thank you for joining! i knew i had to have two powerful, well-known, and female voices to talk about the future of formula 1 with. i'm happy to be apart of this with you🤍

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[july - addi's vogue issue released]

snippets of the vogue issue

We wanted to start from the beginning, her karting days. We asking Addilyn everything we should know about growing up in such a competitive sport. Did she make friends easily? What age do drivers normally start karting? How did schooling work? She chuckles at the questions we threw at her, 'Making friends wasn't easy, no. My only friends back then were the Leclerc's. I was surrounded by boys, I used to get so excited whenever there was another girl on track, which was rare back then. The Leclerc and Jules were a few small reasons I stayed in racing.' LeBlanc reminisced on her karting days, stating that school came after racing, 'When I woke up every morning, my biggest concern wasn't a crush on the playground, or a math test, it was how I was going to improve on the track, how I was going to pass every boy there.' She laughed at her childlike memories. Continuing on, she spoke about the age range in karting, 'You have to start racing very early. I started when I was about five or six - but internationally you'll see kids from age four to 15.'

She laughs as she mentions the first time she met her Red Bull teammate, Max Verstappen, 'Oh gosh, I don't know if he remembers this, I might have to call him after this. But I was around... 11, he and Charles we like, 14, and I'm sure most people know the iconic meme 'Just an Inchident'...' The meme Addilyn is speaking of involves 14 year old Charles Leclerc and Max Verstappen. The two of them had an incident on the race track that day, and after they were interviewed to speak about what had happened. While the interviewers show a very upset Verstappen, when they switch to Leclerc and asked him the question of 'what happened with Max?' he answered in a thick french accent, 'Nothing, Just an Inchident, on the race' with a shrug and unbothered look. '... I met Max officially for the first time before the race. I actually looked up to him a lot back then, still do now.'

We pushed further into the conversation, asking Addilyn about her Formula Series journey. LeBlanc skipped Formula 2, moving from Formula 3 straight to Formula 1, which has only been done by a few select drivers, her own teammate being one. 'It must be a Red Bull thing,' she laughed when we mentioned her leap from one series to another, 'I was a Ferrari Academy driver in Formula 3, I was the only girl there, and I was there for half a year when Red Bull reached out. At the time, not to -like- pride myself or anything, but I was doing really well in both F4 and F3. Some people said I was doing too well, so Ferrari was going to move me to Formula 2 before I even finished a full season in F3 so that they could have me as a reserve driver in 2020 and then I was rumored to be a driver for them after [Sebastian Vettel] left. Because of that news I got new offers from a bunch of different teams to be a reserve driver. But Red Bull was the only one to really risk it and put me on the grid immediately.'

When asked about her helmet controversy, Leblanc could only let out a sigh and pass glances with her manager, Amanda. Early in the season, Addilyn was face with an up-roar due to specific quotes that we on her helmet, quotes like 'Future is Woman', 'Educate Your Son', and 'My Body, My Choice'. Many fans of the sport saw these quotes as political, problematic, and unnecessary in motorsports. 'It's ridiculous, honestly. I've repeated this many times, but I'm not making political statements, I'm fighting for women everywhere. It's not American issues or politics, it's worldwide issues. It's women not being able to have a say over what they do with their bodies. It's women being scared to leave the house alone. I think majority of the hate comes from males who are insecure, who believe that women are nothing more than objects, and that make me actually, physically sick.' We also asked her about how she feels about the men that say women need men, 'As my icon Cher said, 'Men are a luxury, not a necessity' I don't need a man. And yes, women are scared to walk outside alone, but who's fault is that to begin with? How is it that father's warn their daughters about the boys they raise?'

Aside from controversies over a helmet, Addi's season started off rocky for more than on reason, 'Yeah, so, I had to change my helmet design for the Grand Prix weekend. So that thursday I had a basic helmet because my new one wasn't even ready yet. And then the race comes along, and I'm doing well, and then my car goes bat-shit-crazy and I end up upside down with a sprained ankle.' We questioned her about Charles Leclerc and Lando Norris risking their race in order to help her out of the car, bringing up her two friends seemed to make her a little emotional, 'Oh my gosh,' She chuckles a little and take a minute to breathe while waving away any tears, 'I'm forever grateful for them. I actually passed out for a while in there, and I could barely breathe when I woke up. Even when I got out of the car and was telling everyone I was okay, I was having a panic attack. I still get nightmares from it, my brother wakes up in the middle of the night almost every night to calm me down.'

The young driver tears up while talking about the sweet gestures the other drivers on the grid had given her. She states that because of hurtful comments she faced during that time caused her to shut everyone out, even after her crash. 'I couldn't shut Lando and Charlie (Charles) out, they wouldn't leave my side. But I felt horrible for ignoring any of them to begin with, but for some reason, I couldn't pick up the phone and look through those messages, emails, and voicemails. Seb (Sebastian Vettel) came over to my suite and his kids picked out these cute little stuffed animals, and we just talked. He's like a dad to me.' At this point, we had to take a break so Addilyn could give herself time to breathe. It's clear to anyone how close she is with some of these drivers. She talked to us of recording, talking about how she received stuffed animals because she loves collecting them, and received sweet messages even from the most unlikely drivers on the grid. 'When I got back in the paddock to watch Max race while I was hurt, I saw few drivers. Lando and Charles obviously Max. And I never knew Max could give such good hugs!' She laughed and jokes about her teammate.

We wanted to trail away from the emotional beginning of her season and talk about Sergio 'Checo' Perez and his comments on her as a female driver. 'I never wanted to speak up on it because I don't know Checo like that. He's very liked around the Paddock, and whenever I spoke to him he was genuinely a kind person. I never knew about any of the things he said until Claire-' Clair Newbet is her brothers girlfriend and a Youtube content creator, 'Showed me article and Tweets. I don't want to take it personally, I know how upsetting it can be to lose a potential seat, it happens in this industry. I don't agree with what he said, and if I'm being honest, it kind of took me for a loop when I saw it.'

We wanted to know all the details, especially on recent shipping with a few drivers on the grid, this includes, Charles Leclerc, Max Verstappen, Lando Norris, Pierre Gasly, and current F3 driver, Arthur Leclerc. 'It's weird to be shipped, but I mean people are going to do it anyway. And I get it, I was a young fangirl too, One Direction will forever be my first loves,' She joked back to her fandom days over the boy group One Direction, 'But yeah no it's weird. Charles is like my number one person, he's my forever friend, I called Arthur my lifelong friend. Charles is also dating such an amazing woman, who I love so much. And Max is my teammate, like a friend or a brother to me, he with Kelly, she's great. Lando and Pierre are my close friends.'

We got interrupted by the driver and her boss Christian Horner, team principal of Red Bull Racing, the two offered us a gift of Red Bull and other gifts from their brand sponsorships and team apparel, even including in some paddock ticket for their next race in Miami. We gladly accepted, feel free to catch us repping #40 next year in Miami!

The thought of Addilyn not being in Formula 1 breaks our hearts, however, she will have to retire one day, and we wanted to ask her along with Susie Wolff, fromer Formula series driver and wife to Mercedes-AMG team CEO and principal, and Lissie Mackintosh, F1 presenter and motorsport content creator, what Formula 1 will look like for women. The three women sat and talked to us altogether a week earlier from this interview due to schedule differences. We asked the trio what the future of motorsport looks like to them, Susie answered first, 'Hopefully more than just one female driver at a time!' the women all laugh, 'Addi being in F1, in such a big team like Red Bull, it's inspiring to many young women.'

Lissie agrees with the former driver, adding her own thoughts 'Young girls everywhere are going to start asking their parents to race, pushing more girls in karting, and then eventually Formula series. It's important for the future of Formula 1 and motorsport in general that everyone welcomes women. This goes for engineers, team principals, drivers, and everything in between.'

Addilyn then talks about her own experience with young fans, 'After my first win a little girl came up to me and asked for an autograph, and while I was talking to her she said 'I asked my dad to put me into karting so I can be just like you and Max.' And it's things like that to make me keep pushing for women in motorsports.'

We asked the three if there's any projects they can speak about to welcome more women in motorsports, Wolff answered with a smile 'There's a few things coming, these next few years will be big for young drivers everywhere.'

Before the interview ended we asked LeBlanc for one last quote 'As Cher would say, 'Mom, I am a rich man'.'

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California Dreaming pt3

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Last part! Warning: Kinda short, but I still hope you love it!

Summary: Max and Billy could only agree on one thing in common.... and that was you. You were their neighbor when the lived in California and Billy had the biggest crush on you. Plus it helped that you babysat, more like hangout with, Max. You were his California dream. And sometimes dreams come true.

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You couldn't stand the time you had away from Billy. Your best friend and boyfriend were gone all in one on the same day. You've been writing to Billy which is a plus. Turns out he joined the basketball team. He's been to every party thrown in town, but he says they're all a bust. Met a guy named Munson that gets him weed, but Billy quotes "It's nothing like the shit in Cali...". You can't help but laugh at his sarcastic tones through the letters.

You know he misses it here. He tells you in every letter the love that he holds for you, that nothing will change. He admitted to going on some dates with girl to get you off his mind. He felt guilty, he wanted your forgiveness even though you told him to try an move on to at least have fun. Billy said ,once again, in his letter that he wants no one else but you. Your eyes were something he missed most of all. He said that you had a light in them that he felt only he saw. You always giggled when it came to the gushy stuff in his letters. Billy was a flirt with girls but he was a romantic with you.

Since graduating high school early you've had a lot of time on your hands. You were still gonna walk at graduation, you just weren't going to do anything else. Cause by god you are getting that dumb piece of paper in front of everyone. It was a couple of days before the week up spring break but for you it was a regular working Wednesday. You currently work at some clothing store in the mall and oh so excitedly deal with mother's trying to get some sort of deal out of you.

The time was 5:00pm you are now pulling into your driveway of your house for the night. Happy that your got off early you notice your parents aren't home yet. You make your way down to the mailbox to check for anything. Which you find a bunch of letters piled onto one another. You begin to sift through it.

"Bill, Bill, Coupon, post card from Aunt Shelly, Bill...y." You stop at, what you thought was another bill but was actually, a letter from Billy. You rush up to your front door to be able to read the letter. Throwing everything onto the kitchen table an make your way to your room. You bounce on your bed at tear open the letter...

Hello Y/N, I hope you are happy with what you're doing. I just read your letter. God I wish I could graduate early to get this shit hole. Anyways, Max is doing good. She still with those little balls of snot for friends. Hopefully you wrote her, so she can stop asking me to check the mail for your letters. I miss you very much. Spring break is about to start, since the public pool opened I got a job there. Hopefully I can get enough money to be able to come an see you and to stay with you. You probably already know me, I'm not really good at this writing shit. But if it's for you, I'll do it. I love you, -Billy

You smiled down at the words on the paper.

"I love you too." You said down to the paper. That feeling came back again. The feeling of wanting to see him. You can't help it, you miss him so much. You go over to your landline in the kitchen to lunch in a number you have memorized by heart now.

"Santa Monica airport, what can I help you with today?" The droned out employee said.

"Hey, I wanna know if you have any direct flights to Hawkins Indiana?"

"Hold on, let me check..." You hear a faint typing for a few seconds.

"Anything?" You question.

"None to Hawkins but we have one to Indianapolis flying out this Friday at 5:00am." They said.

"Perfect!" You shouted. "How much?"

"That will be a hundred an thirty dollars..."

"I've got that!" You race around to your purse to fish out your debit card to pay for the ticket. You give them the info to send the ticket via email for you to print out. It would be thirty more dollar but you didn't care.

"Alright, thank you choosing Santa Monica airlines tod-." You didn't even let them finish. You hung up the phone right away to go pack an call off work for the next week or so. You couldn't stop giggling the whole time. Seeing Billy and Max is going to be the best thing to happen to you in the past few months. Then you hear your front door open and shut. Then you realized something...

"Hey mom, I gotta tell you something!" You shouted running out of your room.

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You were honestly shitting your pants the whole way to Hawkins from Santa Monica. You currently stand outside of Hawkins High School waiting for Billy. You slept during your flight over at 5 am but once you were on the ground you couldn't hold still. Your stuff is at the motel just outside of town for the next week.

You passionately waited for Billy to walk out of the school. You could see his car from a mile away. Plus with is reputation it wasn't hard to find out about him. You turned your wrist to look at your watch, 3:15 it read. the bell rang and school was out for spring break. Students passed by you, giving you weird looks.

"Who is that?" "Does Billy know them?" "Probably a desperate Ex." Were some of the things that were thrown around you. As if you couldn't hear the. 'Geez do these people know how to shut up...'

"Billy. Who's that?" An oddly pitchy voice said breaking you out of your thoughts.

Billy ripped his head around to you. You being the last person he would see by his car. The girl he, once had his arm around, was with was now forgotten. Billy thought he was gonna vomit at the sight of you.

"Shit.." You mutter.

"Holy fuck..." He said.

"Billy who is this?" The girl said once again getting annoyed. Billy turned back to her.

"Why are you still here?" He questioned. The girl now looked perplexed. She thought Billy was gonna take her out but now he wants nothing to do with her. Before she could say anything Billy spoke, "Go the hell away. Ya stupid cow..." He muttered the last part.

Billy walked up to you, star struck. He now had you trapped between him and the car with his hands on your hips. Holding you gently. You were smiling up at him.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"I wanted to see you." you said. "Is that so bad?" You teased him. When you both could call one another you would constantly tease him over the phone.

"No!" He answered quickly. "It's actually great, cause I was loosing my damn mind being away from you." You giggled at him. He his lips down to your temple, kissing you gently. To the students around you it was shocking to see Billy Hargrove be gentle with anybody. But to you this was your Billy.

"Y/N!!" A familiar voice shouted out to you. You turned to her direction to see Max running full speed to you. You part from Billy momentarily to hug Max.

"Hey MadMax!" You exclaimed. Even though Billy thought Max was a pain in the ass most of the time; he loved seeing you two together. He was happy that she got to see you.

"How long are you here for?" She questioned.

"I'm here for all of spring break." You smiled. They both looked at you dumb founded. You were gonna be with them for a week.

"Yes!" Billy said excitedly, pulling you into a hug. You laughed as he squeezed you.

"How about we go on a date tonight?" You asked him.

"Hell yeah!" He shouted. Crashing his lips onto yours. Desperation and love pouring into the moment. He missed your lips. How soft they were and smooth. He missed you so much.

"ew..." It was faint but you both knew it was from Max.

"Get in the car shit bird." Billy said.

"Hey be nice." You sternly said, mighty sapping his arm. He huffed at you, looking at you with soft eyes. The eye you fell in love with.

"Let's take Max home and we can go on our , much needed, date."

"You took the words right out of my mouth." Billy smiled.And that's how it went for the next week. You spent your time with Billy and Max, well more so Billy. Billy held you so close not wanting to let you go when you both cuddled. You met Max's friends and some more people around Hawkins with your small time there. You had some sleepovers with Max, trying to make up for lost time. Neil wouldn't do anything while you where here in town, so that meant a safe environment for Max and Billy even though it was for a week. You found the town cute, but you prefer Santa Monica.

Most of all, you and Billy got time alone. To be with each other in each others arms. Going on cute dates, walks, drives, everything. You became the envy of the town. The one that swooped Billy Hargrove off hid feet the spring break of 85'. He wouldn't have it any other way though. He would stay in this shithole town if it meant being with you.

When it came time for you to go home, it was full of tears and heart felt kisses. You didn't want to leave them again but you had to.

"Once I graduate I'll be back, I promise." You said.

When it came time for you to go home, it was full of tears and heart felt kisses. You didn't want to leave them again but you had to.

"Once I graduate I'll be back, I promise." You said.

That promise was made two months ago. In those two months you also visited Billy three more times over the summer. In your last visit you brought him back home with you. To California. You got him far away from his pain.

You both have an apartment near the beach, like you both wanted. You stared college; while Billy started work at a car restoration shop. Billy could surf everyday while you laid in the sun. You both loved each other even more with every day that passed.

A California dream come true.

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I know its a cheesy ending but I hope you like it.

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chr0llossexygf · 2 years

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SURVIVORS GUILT

PAIRING: eddie munson x hargrove reader

SUMMARY: y/n hargrove hasn’t been the same ever since her brother passed away. her best friend eddie is trying his hardest to help her get over it but it’s not working. they get into an argument only to find out after y/n is cursed by vecna and probably doesn’t have much time left.

WARNING: curse words , abuse , mentions of blood , survivors guilt , neil , pls tell me if i missed anything! creds to the original gif owners i can’t find their @ :( also in this fanfic eddie had nothing to do with chrissy’s death!

severe headaches.nosebleeds.nightmares. it’s all you’ve been having for the past two weeks. nightmares from the incident, the incident that costed your brothers life. the memory of watching the mind flayer attacking him, the mind flayers hands going right through his body. tearing him apart. running to him only to be held back by steve and robin. watching him sacrifice himself for you and everybody else and not doing anything. the second his body had hit the ground you ran to him, he had a single tear running down his cheek. before you even got to open your mouth to say something to him you were getting dragged away by steve. you tried to fight him off but he kept a tight grip on you. “ no no!” you screamed looking at your brothers dead body on the floor surrounded by blood.

that wasn’t the only nightmare thats on repeat. that one is more heartbreaking then scary. sometimes you’d have a nightmare with billy chasing you through a maze, taunting you with the ‘truth’ as he likes to say. ‘ you just stood there y/n.’ he would say running after you. you tripping and falling over vines, ‘ i didn’t mean to!’ you would shout back. ‘ you left me to die y/n’ he shouts. you’d get pulled into a wall with vines trapping you. he’d wrap a hand around your neck squeezing it. a single tear rolling down his cheek as he tightened his grip. ‘you deserve this y/n’ he’d choke.

it was the same two dreams over and over again on repeat. it wouldn’t stop. waking up everyday covered in sweat. your hair sticking to your face. your tank top stuck to your skin. you’d wake up with tears in your eyes. your chest heaving up and down. sometimes you’d wake up with a nosebleed too. blood would be dripping down to your white tank top staining it.

ever since the incident life has been shit basically. but a specific someone made life more bearable. a specific someone made you wanna get up from bed and actually do something and get something done. and that person is your best friend eddie munson. you don’t know he’s with you though. you weren’t exactly close before the whole star court accident, you weren’t close with anyone of the opposite sex to be exact. mostly because everyone feared billy. but now that billy’s gone you start hanging out with more people. not that you wanted to. your step mom susan forces you along with max, your sister.

you and max were extremely close when you first moved to hawkins. you hated how billy treated her and always tried to make him be less of an asshole to her, though it wouldn’t work a lot. so you became close with max. she’d always sleep in your bed whenever neil and susan would argue. or even cry when lucas and her would break up for the 4th time. you were always there for her. but ever since the whole star court accident you two just drifted apart. you both needed time for yourselves. you needed time to grief over billy. she needed time too. instead of spending that time together and recovering together, you two chose to just spend it alone which probably wasn’t the best thing to do.

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you grab a bunch of tissues wiping your nose, you look in the mirror. the bathroom stalls behind you were taunting and mocking you, or atleast that’s what it felt like. throwing the tissue in the trash you pull the faucet lever. leaning your head down splashing water on your face. blood drips down the sink drain. “ fucking hell..” you mumble splashing more water on your face. looking back up you grab another tissue wiping your nose.

the bathroom door opens. you don’t turn to look though, it doesn’t really matter who it is. you look down at the tissue to see it’s still covered in blood, sighing you throw it in the trash. pulling the faucet lever again. “ hey..you alright?” someone says behind you. you recognise the voice, you also recognise the music blasting from the cheap headphones. “ yeah. yeah i’m fine.” you wipe your nose with the sleeve of your white shirt. “ you sure?” she says holding onto her walkman. you nod biting your lip, “ yeah of course max. see?” you turn around awkwardly smiling. she nods opening the door to one of the stalls.

you walk out of the school bathrooms only to be hit by the bright hallway lights and the sound of people talking and laughing. you grab your walkman from your pocket, you put the headphones on and press the play button. ‘rock you like a hurricane’ starts playing. it’s the song that billy used to blast whenever you two would be driving by the beach back in california. it brought back so many memories. you start walking towards your locker pushing past people earning a bunch of remarks and stares. the b word was thrown around a lot. but who gives two shits about what people think right?

“ the devil has come to america.” eddie says in a deep voice leaning against your locker, you grab your spanish book. “ dungeons and dragons, at first regarded as a harmless game of make-believe, now has both parents and psychologists concerned." he continues hiding his face in a magazine. you giggle closing your locker, “ shit look who’s revved up today.” you mumble taking off your headphones. “ when is he not revved up.” dustin says crossing his hands. " studies have linked violent behavior to the game, saying it promotes satanic worship, ritual sacrifice, sodomy, suicide, and even...murder." he throws the magazine onto the floor.

“ i mean they have to blame someone.” you mumble biting your nails looking at eddie, “ exactly! we’re an easy target. we’re the freaks because we like to play a fantasy game.” eddie crosses his hand in annoyance. the bell rings.

“ i’ll see you guys later.” dustin says turning around. you nod grabbing your backpack from the floor. you turn to eddie, “ i have to go to the guidance counsellor.” you mumble putting your headphones back on. pressing play on your walkman you start walking. “ hey hey l/n wait!” eddie jogs after you, you turn around taking your headphones off. “ you uhh up for the campaign later. my sadistic campaign? “ eddie says shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

blood drips down your nose. “ shit sorry..” you curse wiping the blood with the sleeve of your shirt. eddie looks at you, your eyes swollen. they look so empty and dull. that’s what they’ve looked like for the past few months but this week they seem worse? he already knows the answer. it’s a no. but he can’t help but try. he hates seeing you like this. it’s true that you and eddie didn’t talk when billy was around. but he still watched you from afar. he remembers how bright your smile was. he remembers how your eyes held so much happiness and joy when you talked. he remembers how you used your hands to exaggerate your words. he always thought it was cute. it’s like your a whole different person now. you never smile. you barely ever talk. you always seem to sneak your way out of plans with the club. you barely attend your classes and spend most of the time in school with the guidance counsellor. with all the amount of time you spend there people would think your slowly healing and recovering but your somehow still the same, even worse.

“ i..i don’t know eddie i have to go..” you mumble turning around grabbing onto the straps of your backpack. “ yeah yeah of course.” eddie says nodding, accepting his defeat. you walk towards the guidance counsellor ignoring the glances people give you. you sense some of them are of pity and some of them are of confusion. it’s been 6 months, just get over it. right?

you stop right in-front of the counsellor door. “ fuck..” you curse under your breath as your head starts throbbing. you hold onto the brick wall for support. your temples were buzzing. the back of your head felt like it was getting pounded into with a hammer. make it stop. make it stop. your temples twitch. your eyes squeeze shut. your eyebrows furrowing in pain. everything around you went silent. the sound of buzzing coming from your temples was the only that you could hear. it sounded distant though. you let go of the wall, grabbing onto your head tightly. you bite your lower lip trying to hold back a groan.

“ y/n..y/n..y/n..” it’s billy. it’s billy’s voice. you shake your head. “ y/n..” he says again. you look up opening your eyes, billy is standing right infront of you. or atleast you think it is. it’s blurry. it’s all blurry. but you could see the slight curls of his hair. “ y/n..” he repeats. you shake your head rubbing your eyes. “ y/n are you okay?” their voice changes. you look back up to see ms.kelley standing infront of you, crouching down to your level. “ y/n are you alright?” she asks looking at you. you nod with your eyes close. “ yeah i’m fine just a slight migraine.” you mumble. “ right.” she smiles opening the door for you. you step inside.

“ could you turn the music off, please?” she says pouring tea into a porcelain cup, “ sorry.” you mumble pressing the pause button on your walkman. “ A C- in spanish and a C- in math.” ms.keller says grabbing the handle of the cup along with a cookie. “ yeah.” you mumble looking down at your worn out jeans. “ well that’s not normal for you y/n.�� she affirms setting the cup down on the table, along with the cookie. “ if you say so..” you mumble crossing your legs.

“ how’s your dad holding up?” you stiffen at the mention of neil. you intentionally avoid things that remind you of him. you gulp biting your lower lip, “ he’s..” you start biting your nails. “ he’s fine..i mean he’s changed since..” you pause memories of the event start playing in your head. you stare at the tea cup, it’s full about to tip over. “ but he’s fine..” you whisper letting go of your nails. “ how’s max?” she asks looking down at her notepad, “ shouldn’t you know?” you blurt out drying your wet fingers on your jeans. ms.keller sighs writing something down on her notepad, “ is your dad still drinking?” she asks clicking her pen repeatedly.

you gulp closing your eyes. “ like, yeah, a little bit but. well-“ you start biting your nails again. “ ever since the whole..” you take a deep breath in. “ thing i-i don’t blame him. so it’s not easy…” you mumble letting go of your fingers again. “ it must not be easy for you either with billy gone.” you tense at the mention of his name. how is this helping you? how is bringing up unwanted memories supposed to help you. you nod biting your lower lip. “ but you still have max.” she says placing her pen down. you clear your throat, “ yeah max..” you mumble nodding. she closes her notepad placing it on the table, “ are you sleeping better?” she asks grabbing her cup of tea.

the memory of you waking up in cold sweat earlier today plays in your head. you were shaking and breathing heavily. your clothes were sticking to your skin. so was your hair. your eyes swollen. your forehead was hot.

“ yeah fine..” you mumble looking down unable to make eye contact with her. “ no more headaches? no more nightmares?”

‘ you left me to die y/n!’ he shouts walking after you. ‘ billy stop!’ you scream tears rolling down your face. ‘ what kind of sister are you!’ he shouts picking up a car from the road and throwing it to the side. ‘ billy stop please!’ you scream.

“ nope.” you say looking back up. “ y/n? what you’ve been through, what your still going through, it’s a lot for anyone. and it’s okay to not be okay. but i can only help you if your truthful, if you open to me.” she sighs taking a sip of her now cold tea, you rub the back of your neck. “ yeah i..i know. i’m..i’m being open..” you take a deep breath in forcing a smile.

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“ hey hargrove!” eddie shouts from a distance, you turn around taking your headphones off. he runs to you with a smile on his face. “ so about the campaign. are you still up to see eddie the dungeon master slay his victims?” he asks in a ‘scary deep’ voice. you bite your lower lip looking down, “ actually eddie i don’t know if i can..” you mumble trailing off. “ oh..that sucks.” he says dropping his smile. you nod turning around, “ how long is this gonna go on for?” eddie blurts out. he didn’t mean to say that. but he’s just so mad and upset of you blowing him off for 6 months.

“ what?” you say turning around to look at eddie. “ i mean how much longer are you gonna be like this?” he says narrowing his eyes. “ how much longer am i gonna be like what?” you reply raising an eyebrow. “ like this! your acting like nobody cares about you when we do-i do!” he says walking up to you, “ it’s been 6 months y/n almost 7.” he whispers looking down at his shoes. surprised by his own outburst. “ what’s that supposed to mean.” you say voice loud and stern. “ at some point your gonna have to get over it y/n..” he mumbles. his eyes widen, you scoff. “ wait no i didn’t mean it like that-“ you cut him off. “ right you didn’t mean it. do you still mean the ‘ i care’ part-“

“ y/n i didn’t mean to-“ you cut him off tearing up. “ because if you did fucking care eddie it wouldn’t matter how long it would take me to ‘ get over it’ because if you truly did care for someone you wouldn’t make them feel like a horrible person for grieving!” you shout tears rolling down your cheeks. when did it get so heated? was it his fault or yours? you had to burst eventually, and him trying to ‘comfort’ you and tell you to ‘ get over it’ just sent you over the edge. you kind of feel bad for him. you also feel guilty. you’ve been feeling guilty a lot these past few months. your always blowing everyone off. your cutting conversations short. your escaping your friends. but they can’t blame you for that. that’s just how you are now. you can’t..you can’t control it.

“ i’m trying y/n. i’m trying to be there for you. but how am i supposed to be there for you when you just keep pushing me away it doesn’t make sense!” his face starts to turn red, “ trust me eddie when i say i try my hardest not too. i’m really tryin-“ he cuts you off. “ everyone misses the old you. it’s like, it’s like your a ghost y/n!” he exclaims. people stare at you two as they walk by, some giggling some whispering. you nod biting your lower lip, “ i miss my old self too okay.” you whisper glaring at him. he glared at you, “ y/n wait-“ he reaches out for you. “ just forget it eddie.” you mumble turning back around. “ damn it!” eddie shouts kicking the trash can.

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the pounding starts again. you sit up in your bed, holding onto your legs tightly. burying your head in between your knees. the left side of your face is completely numb and your right side is throbbing. everything around you is spinning. you want to scream. you want to cry. muscles your right cheek flex. you hold onto your head tightly as if that would make it stop. but it wont. nothing will.

your door slams open, you look up to see neil. “ why isn’t max home yet? ” he harshly says standing straight. susan stands behind him, she looks at you. your sweating. your chest heaving up and down. “ hey neil it’s alright shes probably just at the arcade.” she mumbles unable to make eye contact with you, she knows how far your father is willing to go to get answers out of you but you just look so tired. all though she’s your step mom and you two barely talk she knows something is wrong. call it ‘mothers instinct’ or whatever. when billy was around you’d sometimes talk to her. you’d even sometimes watch movies with her. but ever since the incident with billy your always locked in your room. she knows your going through a lot, so much. too much for your age and adding neil into it all is gonna make things worse.

“ you go to school with her y/n. you were supposed to watch her.” he says taking a step towards you. susan takes a step back, looking down at the floor. “ I know dad..i was..i’m sure she just-“ he cuts you off taking another step towards you. “ sure she just what? “ he says crossing his hands. you slowly stand up from your bed looking down, “ i’m sure she just went over to the wheeler-“ he cuts you off pushing you up against the wall. he “ i told you to watch over your sister.” he says tightening his grip on you. “ instead your cooped up in here crying like some bitch.” he shouts with his mouth wide open, spitting some of his saliva on your face. you close your eyes looking down, “ then you go look for her..” you mumble.

he slaps you across the left side of your face, now it doesn’t feel so numb. at-least you can feel something now. “ what did we talk about?” he whispers grabbing your chin. you shake your head tearing up. he tightens his grip on your chin, “ i said what did we talk about?” he whispers grinding his teeth. “ respect and responsibility..” you whisper taking a deep breath in. “ now, apologise to susan.” he says turning his head around to look at susan. you can’t look up. “ i’m sorry susan.” you whisper tears rolling down your cheeks.

susan watches you. her heart aches. she feels guilty, like this is all her fault. “ it’s okay neil really-“ neil cuts her off. “ no, it’s not okay, nothing about her behaviour is okay. she thinks just because her brother died she can have an attitude and be disrespectful to her family.” the mention of billy makes you bite your lower lip, your hands are shaking. you tear up at the mention of his name. “ but she’s gonna make up for it. she’s gonna go look for her sister. like the good, kind, respecting sister that she is. isn’t that right y/n?” he lets go of your chin. “ yeah.” you mumble taking a deep breath in.

the second the door slams close you fall down to your knees. you grab onto your left cheek gently rubbing it, a single sob escapes your mouth. you feel something running down your nose, you thought it was snot. reaching for a tissue you quickly swipe it across your upper lip, you open your eyes to see the tissue is covered in blood. “ damn it.” you curse standing up. grabbing a bunch more tissues you blow your nose into them. you look up and see yourself in the mirror. your hair is a mess. your eyes are bloodshot. water is collecting at the bottom lid of your eye. your lip begins to tremble. “ no..no!” you cry out grabbing your head. it’s happening again. oh god it’s happening again. you fall down to the floor holding onto your head.

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“ wait so i don’t understand what’s going on?” nancy says running a hand through her hair, “it turns out chrissy had also been seeing the school counsellor-“ nancy cuts robin off. “ yeah but what does that have to do with vecna?” nancy says crossing her hands tilting her head to the side. “ so max and the other losers broke into the counsellors office to find clues leading to chrissy’s death when max realized she was experiencing the same unusual symptoms as chrissy.” robin babbles looking around the room. “ so we’ve come to the conclusion that max is also cursed by this weird monster thing-“ eddie cuts her off. “ vecna. it’s vecna’s curse.” he corrects making everyone look at, “ does that really matter right now eddie?” lucas says standing up. dustin shrugs. “ given how they’ve had the same symptoms that means..” robin trails off. max clears her throat, “ that i don’t have much time left..” she mumbles looking down.

“ where are the files by the way?” nancy says looking around the messy basement, “ over there.” dustin points at the corner where all the files were scattered on the floor. nancy walks to the files kneeling down grabbing them.

max drops her book. lucas looks at her. “ max.” he stands up. “ hey! hey! stay with me max!” lucas shouts putting his hands on max’s shoulders shaking her. steve rushes to max, along with eddie. “ wake up max! wake up!” steve shouts shaking max. her eyes were rolling to the back of her head. “ what’s happening what’s happening!“ robin shouts panicking running to max. “ it’s vecna’s curse! she’s under some type of spell!” eddie says looking at max who wasn’t moving.

max was falling down a black hole. screaming for help. “ help! somebody help!” she screams looking around only to be met with nothing. she falls down on her back, she immediately sits up looking around. star court mall. she looks around her. it’s dark and cold. there’s white fuzz surrounding her. there are vines scattered all across the floor. “ somebody!” she shouts standing up. silence. pure silence.

‘ do you remember what happened maxine?’ a deep voice says, max turns around trying to see where exactly the voice was coming from. ‘ or have you already forgotten?’ he asks again, the white fuzz disappears. the light blue light turns into an angry shade of red. ‘ when i kill someone.’ max looks around the mall panting. she hears a scream, billy’s scream from that one night. ‘ i never forget’

she looks up. the roof of the mall is gone. there are bats flying around. “ what do you want!” max shouts trying to catch her breathe. ‘ i see you've been looking for me, maxine. too busy looking for me, ignoring everyone and everything around you. too busy looking for and ignoring the calls of help from your sister am i right maxine?’ a vine grabs onto max, slamming her body against the empty car mode inside the mall. the very car steve almost hit billy with. it’s all coming back to her. all the unwanted memories

the mention of your name confuses her. what’s wrong with you? what’s happening to you? she knows you were heavily affected by billy’s death? but how does he know? how does vecna know about you? what does he want with you? what calls of help?

max screams as the vine drags her out the mall. she tries holding onto something but she’s moving too fast. she screams.

she gets thrown to a brick wall, the vines wrap around her legs and arms holding her in place. ‘ let go of me you asshole!’ she screams trying to break free but it’s no use.

‘ i see you for how you truly are maxine.’ vecna speaks again earning a bunch of swear words from max. but those stop when she sees you in-front of her, her eyes widen. “ y/n! y/n! y/n!” she screams trying to break free. you can’t hear her. “ let go of me you asshole! y/n! y/n!” max screams tearing up looking at you. your on the floor holding onto your head. your nose is bleeding.

‘ your too busy with yourself that you failed to see your sister is going through the exact same thing.’

max shakes her head in denial. “w-what?” she mumbles looking at your shaking figure on the floor. “ y/n! y/n! please y/n!” max screams looking at you. she turns to look at her arms still trying to break free. she gets one arm out, then the other. she tears the vines off her feet and runs to you, the second she touches you. you turn to dust. “ no! no y/n! “ max screams looking at the dust particles slowly fade into the air.

she turns around and she’s suddenly back in the mall. right where billy died. she hears you scream for billy, she turns around again to see you screaming and crying covered in bruises and blood. it was the day of the ‘fire’. you were running to billy only to get pulled back by steve and robin. she sees herself behind you. she was frozen. if she was to run to billy could she maybe have saved him?

she shakes her head. her nose starts to bleed. she looks back up to see she’s in a different location. she’s in your room.

“ y/n! hey! y/n! “ max runs to you falling down to her knees. she doesn’t wanna touch you. she’s scared your just gonna turn into dust again. “ y/n come on please!” she screams tears rolling down her face. she grabs your hand, this time you don’t turn to dust. her eyes widen when you look up at her. your eyes are bloodshot. you have a large hand print on your left check. you had blood running down your nose. ‘ save me max..’ you whisper tears rolling down your face.

you turn to dust again. “ no! no! y/n!” max screams standing up. ‘ you have lost maxine.’ vecna says as your room also starts to turn into dust, max turns around watching everything around her disappear. she looks down, she’s stepping on water. ‘ you have lost another sibling maxine.’ he says opening a portal under max, she looks down and starts screaming.

she opens her eyes and looks around, she’s back in the wheelers basement. her vision is blurry, water is collecting on her bottom eyelid. she’s trying her hardest to catch her breath. she falls into luca’s arms. “ it’s okay i’m right here i’m right here..” he cries holding onto her tightly. max sobs grabbing onto his hand. “ y/n..” max whispers looking up at them. “ what? w-what’s wrong with y/n? “ eddie shouts crouching down on the floor. he glares at max waiting for her to speak again. his heart starts racing. the color drains from his face. his stomach starts flipping and turning. nothing can happen to you. “ what’s wrong with y/n max!” he shouts grabbing max’s shaking hand.

max’s lower lip trembles. “ she’s..he’s coming for her..vecna is coming after her..” max cries tightening her grip on luca’s hand. everyone freezes.

nancy drops the file she was holding, the file that read y/n hargrove.

this can’t be happening. no no this can’t be happening. how didn’t he see the signs. this can’t be happening. the last time he talked to you, he was..he was shouting at you. he was judging you. last time he saw you, he made you feel like crap. he still remembers the look on your face, the look that you gave him. that can’t be the last look you give him. it can’t be.

nancy looks up at the clock. “ we have to go.” she says looking at everyone.

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you stop crying for a moment. everything around you is quiet. you open your eyes. where are you? what’s going on? what’s happening? you were in your room not even a second ago. why is it so dark. why are there vines scattered on the floor and wall. why is everything torn apart. you turn around in panic and see a an old grandfather clock. the bell chimes four times, four times.

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sydsaint · 3 months

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Can you please write about this idea. Y/n (adam Cole’s sister) tries to stop adam from hurting mjf because she fallen in love with max.

Babygirl better come back from injury soon! I miss him <3

Summary: The reader is Adam Cole's younger sister whom has developed feelings for Max. When she finds out Adam means to stab Max in the back she's determined to put a stop to it before Max gets hurt.

When you accidently found the Devil mask tucked away in Adam's bags you didn't want to believe what you saw. Adam and Max have become so close. Adam wouldn't betray him like that, would he? But deep down you know your brother.

Yes. Yes he would.

You tried to reason with Adam. Plead with him to forger this convoluted revenge plot and leave Max be. But if Adam Cole is one thing, it's a stubborn bastard.

So here you are, running around backstage at Worlds End in a frantic search to find Max while also avoiding your brother, Wardlow, Roderick, Matt, and Mike.

"Hey sorry, has anyone seen Max?" You ask the same question to everyone that you come across.

But the champ is seemingly nowhere to be found. And he isn't answering any of your calls or texts.

"No, sorry, I haven't seen Max today." The backstage crew member shakes her head at you.

You nod and continue down the hall. You round the corner and spot Wardlow on the prowl for you. "YN!" Wardlow spots you and lurches forward after you.

"Fuck you!" You growl and reel back out of his grip.

"Adam is looking for you, come on." Wardlow tries to reason with you all the while stalking you into a corner. "Please don't make me chase you."

You keep walking backwards and think about a way to get around the large man looming in front of you. "Screw you, Michael." You scowl at him. "I won't let you hurt Max. He doesn't deserve this!" You scold him.

"Max doesn't deserve it?" Wardlow laughs. "YN, come on. Don't tell me that he managed to manipulate you so easily?" He asks you.

"He's not like that anymore." You insist. "He's changed."

Your back hits the wall and Wardlow grabs ahold of your arm. You try and pull it away from him but his grip is set in stone. "Come on. I'll carry you if I have to. Adam just wants to talk." He warns you.

"I can walk." You huff, knowing that you can't get away now.

Wardlow pushes you forward and leads you down to the locker room. He shoves you inside where the rest of the group is waiting.

"YN, there you are." Adam greets you. "Thanks, Wardlow." He nods to his new guard dog.

"You're a bitch. And a coward." You grit your teeth at your brother. "Max trusts you! And you're betraying him." You cross your arms over your chest in frustration.

Adam scoffs and rolls his eyes at you. "Please. Like Max wasn't planning to do the same to me when he had the chance."

Adam tasks Mike and Matt with keeping you on a leash while he enacts his plans. The main even of Worlds End comes and Samoa Joe holds up his end of the bargain. Max loses his title belt and Adam comes out to console him. You are forced into the locker room and locked inside for the time being.

"No! Fuck, come on!" You begin shouldering the door open as soon as Adam and his goons are gone.

It takes you some time, and does some serious damage to your shoulder. But you manage to get the door open and make a b-line for the ring. When you arrive Adam is being held down by the masked goons, Max suffering the same fate.

"Max!" You scream as loud as you can as you run down the ramp. "Max! No! Don't listen to him!" You shout.

One of the masked men, Wardlow by the size of him, grabs your arm and stops you just outside the ring. He throws a gloved hand over your mouth and stops you from saying anything else and spoiling all of your brothers fun.

The lights in the arena go out and Wardlow lets you go. But it's too late. You scramble around in the dark but when the lights come back on Adam is free and ready to shatter Max's life.

"Adam?" Max stares at Cole with a heartbroken look on his face and your own heart shatters.

Adam and his buddies begin attacking Max and you jump into the ring to try and help him. But what are you against four grown men that are all more than twice your size. Adam finishes his assault and exits the ring with his new friends, leaving Max in a heap on the mat.

"Max! Max, no! Max, please be alright!" You move like lightening across the mat and over to Max's body.

"YN?" Max moves slowly into a hunched position.

Your chest burns and you feel tears prick your eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." You cry. "I-i-I tried to stop them." You insist. "Please, I didn't know until a few hours ago. I-i-i tried."

"It's alright." Max musters up an exhausted reply. "I believe you." He assures you.

You attempt to collect yourself and help Max to his feet. You help him up and backstage where some trainers are waiting to see him. You stay by Max's side the whole way until the trainers are letting him head back to the hotel for the night. You can't leave him now. You won't. Not after your brothers betrayal.

Once Max is free to go the two of you finally get a chance to really talk about what happened.

"Max, I am so sorry." You start to apologize for Adam again. But Max cuts you off by pulling you into his chest with an almost crushing hug.

"Thank you so much, YN." Max gushes, his voice cracking in the process.

You're a bit shocked as Max crushes you into his chest, his head buried in your hair. "Thank me? For what?" You push off of him after a moment.

"Thank you for not leaving me." Max explains. "I don't know if I could have survived knowing you hate me too. Not you." He admits. "You...YN, you're special. I-I love you."

Your eyes widen in surprise at Max's confession and a surge of confidence urges you forward. "I love you too." You damn near leap into his waiting arms. "And we'll get Adam. And your title back from Joe. They don't deserve you, Max. No one does."

"You do." Max replies with a small smile. "It's just you and me now. Are you alright with that?" He asks you wearily, not wanting to put yo in harms way, but not wanting to force you to stay either.

"I'm in it till the end, Friedman." You giggle and kiss him. "I'm alright with playing Devil's advocate."

#wrestling #aew #all elite wrestling #aew fanfiction #aew fanfic #aew fic #aew x reader #wrestling fic #wrestling fanfiction #wrestling fanfic #mjf x reader #mjf #maxwell jacob friedman #syd's wrestling fics

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wormdebut · 5 months

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omg for the spotify wrapped list......... 85?

Hi!! Thank you for sending in a number! Number 85 on my Spotify Wrapped is Sowing Season by Brand New!

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'You're here Eddie! You're awake and you have your whole life ahead of you while Max is fucking fighting for her life. So get up and do something! We all went through it Eds, and I know you're hurting. God, Eddie, I know. But, the kids miss you--hell man, I--' Steve's voice cracks. 'I miss you and it doesn't even make sense to me, but I do. We are all here for you man--call me when you figure that out.'

It runs through his head on repeat. It always does. That was sometime late April. Today is June 4th. Today is June 4th and Max is awake and in a wheel chair…just like Eddie is.

Max had a hard time at first, once she woke up, curled in on herself. Kept things in…just like Eddie did. He was shocked when he saw her that first time in May, wheelchair and all, throwing rocks at his new government funded trailer window. They worked through things together. But she was really the only person he had spoken to since--all of it--besides Uncle Wayne.

Max went through hell and is rebuilding, going to physical therapy, seeing her friends, finding the ability to laugh again. Just like Eddie…isn't.

But her legs were broken…they would heal. Those damn bats had gone and taken one of Eddies--

Eddie shakes his head, unruly curls falling over his eyes. He needs to stop comparing. He needs to stop pouting and whining. Max has to be tired of it…Wayne has to be exhausted by it. Eddie can't do this anymore. He needs to get his life back.

'We are all here for you man--call me when you figure that out.'

He needs to call Steve.

Eddie will never get used to having to wheel around everywhere…hopefully he won't have to for long though. Owens had said something last month about paying for a prosthetic for Eddie which…well, it fucking terrified him, but he was turning over a new leaf. This morning, when he woke up, the same as he had the day before and the day before that--he had been ready to wallow just like he had been doing since he woke up in that damn hospital bed, down a leg and with Wayne and Steve Harrington staring at him with wide eyes. But, what Steve had said in April ran through his mind…like it had been since it happened and today? It stuck.

Wayne was out. He'd left a note on the fridge. Eddie would never be able to repay Wayne for all the love and patience he had poured into his mess of a nephew. But, Wayne wouldn't have let him, even if he had a way.

Eddie is lucky. Eddie is alive and he has been wasting away feeling sorry for himself. He sighs, reaching up for the phone. Being in a damn wheelchair made him feel nine years old and four feet tall.

Eddie holds the phone to his ear, reading another sticky note. One that Steve had left behind when they had last seen each other.

His hands aren't shaking as he reaches up to dial…they aren't.

He's trying to control his breathing as he listens to the ringing through the line.

"Thanks for calling Family Video, this is Steve. How can I help you?"

Eddie lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. "Stevie?"

Surely, Eddie isn't imagining things when he hears Steve take a sharp inhale of the other end of the line.

"Eddie?" He asks. His voice is soft, just like it had been when Eddie had woken up terrified and confused in the hospital.

"You told me--you told me to call when--when I figured it out. I wanna get better Steve. I need to be better." Eddie says. He'll deny the shakiness in his voice until he dies.

Steve laughs, and it's bright and Eddie wouldn't mind hearing that sound for the rest of his--anyway Steve laughs. "I've been waiting for your call." Eddie can practically hear Steve's smile. He can't help but smile too.

"I'm sorry, I kept you waiting big boy." ----

"I'm on the mend, at least now I cay say that I am trying."

#steddie #steddie blurb #steddie fanfiction #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #worm brain #hammity-hammer #and then they fall in love and shit #Worm Spotify Series

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beechersnope · 9 months

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Summer of Cum Day 31: Free Choice (Squirting)

kimi/max, warnings for age difference, sexualization of a 19yo, rough sex, dyke used as a self-identifier, referenced/endgame maxiel, 2687 words

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Kimi can see the change as soon as it happens.

She sidles up to Daniel after the driver’s briefing, nodding toward Max knowingly. “Have you finally fucked her?”

Daniel laughs nervously. “Hey, mate, what the fuck?”

He doesn’t answer the question, but it doesn’t matter. He’s already told Kimi everything she needs to know.

Kimi shrugs, tugging the strap of her backpack up a little higher. It’s heavier today. She’d left the track earlier—after seeing Max bounding around the paddock like a giddy puppy—to grab a few necessities from a nearby chemist. “You aren’t together, are you?” she asks. It probably wouldn’t stop her even if they were, but it would make things harder. Probably. Maybe.

Daniel shakes his head fervently. “Nah,” he says, scratching at the back of his neck, looking a bit like a trapped animal as his eyes focus on anything and everything but Kimi’s face. “It’s just—convenient, you know? A bit of fun. We’re both adults—”

Barely, Kimi thinks to herself, even though it’s a little hypocritical. Daniel does seem like the type to lose sleep over it, though.

“Okay,” Kimi says, cutting him off short. She shrugs again and walks off, not interested in exchanging any pleasantries in pursuit of ending the conversation. She got what she wanted from Daniel; now it’s time to go find Max.

Kimi finds her outside the Red Bull garage, just watching the mechanics work. There’s something in her face, a glint of that particular brand of youthful energy that makes even the mundane seem sexually charged. Max’s eyes are focused on their hands. From an objective standpoint, Kimi’s hands don’t look all that different from the veiny, muscular hands of the mechanics taking apart Max’s car.

Max doesn’t look away until Kimi is practically breathing the same air. She looks over quizzically, the few centimeters’ difference in height between them lessened by the way Max holds herself, like she hasn’t decided yet how she wants people to perceive her.

Kimi suspects that if they’d kept her at Toro Rosso any longer, Max would have gone the way of most of the other girls who had almost made it—making herself a perpetually smaller target until she was totally eclipsed by a rookie who never had to make that decision in the first place.

“What?” Max says bluntly, her eyes narrowing as she scans the length of Kimi’s body with a suspicious expression.

Kimi assumes that Max thinks she’s there to chew her out for her overly aggressive driving—again—but this time Kimi has something else in mind. “Come to my motorhome with me,” she says, not bothering to explain her intentions. Max will catch on. Or she won’t.

Either way, Max agrees, following Kimi through the maze of people and equipment until they reach Kimi’s motorhome on the other side of the track. Her eyes follow the movement of Kimi’s fingers as she unlocks the door, a detail which doesn’t go unnoticed by Kimi as she opens it and gestures for Max to proceed inside. Kimi follows close behind, and then turns to carefully lock the door again behind her.

Max’s head is on a swivel as she walks the length of the motorhome with Kimi at her back.

“It can’t be that different to yours,” Kimi points out.

“No, it’s—yeah.” Max blushes a little.

Kimi thinks that’s enough small talk. “You should get on the bed,” she says.

To Max’s credit, she doesn’t seem all that surprised by the request, but it still takes her a moment to make up her mind before she finally walks to the end of the motorhome where Kimi’s bed in tucked into a fairly spacious cubby. It’s enough room to get the job done. Kimi can’t complain.

Max perches nervously at the very end of the bed. Kimi approaches her calmly and uses her knee to spread Max’s legs apart. The nylon fabric of Kimi’s joggers makes a grating noise as it scrapes against Max’s jeans, but they both ignore it.

“Take your clothes off,” Kimi says. She doesn’t like to bother with all the prelude to fucking. It’s better to just get this part over with. She waits until Max is struggling to pull her sports bra over her head before asking the question she should have asked before she’d invited Max inside in the first place. “You let Daniel fuck you last night?”

Max freezes, one tit hanging loose, the other still trapped in a pocket of navy-blue spandex. “Did he—”

“No. But you are not very subtle. Both of you.”

Max blushes again. She fights harder and finally manages to get free of her bra before throwing herself onto her back so she can tackle her jeans next.

“And you were a virgin before that?” Kimi asks next.

Max doesn’t meet her eyes, but there’s a slight hitch in her movements as she kicks off her jeans with a few muted grunts of effort, betraying the fact that Kimi’s question has caught her off-guard. “Yes,” she mumbles.

“Did it hurt?”

“No,” Max replies quickly. Defensively. “He was—it was good.”

“Did you come?”

Max pauses again, her thumbs hooked into the waistband of her underwear. She doesn’t meet Kimi’s eyes as she nods.

“When he went down on you?”

Max nods again. “That was after,” she says in a small voice. “I—before, when he fingered me first.”

Kimi waits until Max gets her panties off—a pair of plain, functional briefs the same color and brand as her sports bra—before asking the next question.

“Did he make you squirt?”

Kimi’s eyes are focused wholly on the pink, puffy labia peeking between Max’s pressed together thighs. She hasn’t shaved, not even for Daniel, it seems, even though it’s far more common with girls Max’s age now than it used to be. But the trimmed hair on her pussy is a lighter shade of blonde than the hair on her head, so it still doesn’t leave much to the imagination.

When Kimi finally lifts her gaze back up to Max’s face, Max’s cheeks are the same shade of red as Kimi’s car.

“I don’t—” Max says, her English finally failing her. “I’ve never—”

Kimi shrugs. “You will.”

Kimi leaves Max there on the bed and retreats into the main living space of the motorhome to get what she needs out of her backpack. There’s a brand-new bottle of lube, a plastic mattress cover, and some vulvodynia cream she’d purchased at the chemist just in case Max needed it, but that seemed unlikely now. She’d packed her toys of choice, also, wanting to be prepared for any eventuality.

Kimi cleans the toys thoroughly and methodically at the sink even though she’s already gone through the more arduous process of disinfecting them earlier, and then folds up everything in a clean towel to carry back to where Max is waiting for her in bed.

Max’s eyes go wide as soon as she sees the circumference of the double dildo lying in the middle of the towel. “I don’t know if I can…” she starts to say, moving out of the way without needing to be asked when Kimi unfolds the mattress cover and spreads it out over everything but the top sheet. “Daniel could barely get it inside last night,” she confesses.

“Daniel doesn’t have a cunt,” Kimi points out. “Lay on your stomach. I’ll stretch you first.”

Max is already wet when she spreads her legs, but not nearly wet enough. Kimi squeezes out a handful of lube and coats the fingers on both hands with it, ignoring the droplets that spill out onto the sheet under Max.

Despite Max’s misgivings about the size of the silicone cock Kimi plans to use on her, she’s still soft and open from the night before, her pussy clinging weakly to Kimi’s fingers as she massages the lube into Max carefully, pressing back toward her perineum and drinking in the quiet little moans that follow.

Kimi fucks Max like that for a while, getting her as wet and loose as possible before pressing in along the anterior wall of her vagina with two more fingers, from her other hand. Kimi pulls gently as Max lets out a stuttering cry, her pussy clenching down futilely around the void created by Kimi’s fingers. Kimi keeps her fingers firmly in place until she feels Max start to relax, and then she slides each hand to either side of her pussy and repeats the process, only pausing every minute or so to reapply more lube before starting all over again.

Max doesn’t come with Kimi’s fingers inside her, but the tiny little bud of her clit, mostly hidden between her swollen labia, is noticeably hard when Kimi brushes a slick thumb over it after rolling Max onto her back.

Max keens, her body jack-knifing in response to that cursory moment of contact, and Kimi almost smiles. That’s part of the fun of fucking girls Max’s age; they haven’t quite figured out what makes their pussies tick.

“Will you tell Daniel that I fucked you?” Kimi wonders as she sits back on her heels and begins slicking up one end of the double-ended dildo.

Max stares at the dildo in a daze. It takes a few seconds for the question to catch up with her. Kimi watches as her spotty teenage cheeks go pink again before she answers. “Yeah, um. He would think it was hot, I think. I do not think he would be upset.”

Kimi doesn’t know if she agrees, but maybe Max hasn’t learned the difference yet between a lesbian porn fantasy and knowing that a dyke has made your girlfriend come so hard she’ll never be able to forget it. And sure, Daniel might be telling everyone (including himself) that he and Max aren’t actually together, but Kimi isn’t stupid, and she isn’t fucking blind, either.

Still. She’s better off fucking Max now, before things have the chance to get any messier.

“Lift up your hips,” Kimi tells Max.

It’s rare to find a girl so willing to let Kimi handle her like she’s a doll, but Max takes direction beautifully. She stares up at Kimi with her wide-set blue eyes, mouth slack, and doesn’t blink even when Kimi starts to slowly push one end of the dildo inside her gaping pussy. Even after the half-hour of lube and stretching, it’s still a tight fit.

“Keep your legs open,” Kimi tells her once she’s fed as much of the dildo into Max as her body can take.

Max shivers slightly, her thighs trembling, pussy unable to clench down around something so wide, the way her body wants to.

“Don’t touch yourself,” Kimi says. She sits up on her knees, pulling off her long-sleeve athletic shirt, revealing barely-there tits that are defined more by the swell of her pectorals than anything else.

Max’s breasts are soft, sweet, and heavy. Her nipples are a rosy pink, surrounded by wide areolas. Everything about Max’s body is Platonically feminine, strikingly so, no matter how much she tries to hide it. Even the stretch of her pussy around the wide body of Kimi’s dildo is evocative of childbirth, her perfect form stretched to the very limits it was created for.

Kimi still doesn’t know if Max is even into women, let alone women that look hard, masculine—bodies sculpted with intent like a marble statue. It’s entirely possible Max doesn’t even know the answer herself. Luckily, it doesn’t matter. The way Max’s gaze fixes hungrily upon the prominent ridge of Kimi’s clit as Kimi slides her joggers down her thighs is enough.

Once Kimi is naked, she doesn’t waste any more time. She needs less lube than Max to fit the other end of the dildo in her cunt, already accustomed to the feeling of bearing down on something as thick as her wrist. Kimi keeps Max on her back as she hikes one of Max’s thighs up around her waist, slotting her other leg over Max’s so that she can slide down the remaining length of the dildo.

When Kimi’s clit finally presses against Max’s pussy, it’s Max who lets out a gasp. Kimi ignores her, focusing on the slick slide of her clit between Max’s spread labia, relishing the gentle grind of the silicone cock inside herself as she rubs her clit against Max’s pubic bone.

Max isn’t quiet about it when Kimi starts up a quicker rhythm, the noises spilling out of her mouth and into the space between her lips and Kimi’s almost primal. Kimi doesn’t kiss her. They’re close enough, and for a brief moment Kimi worries that the look in Max’s eyes indicates intent—but Max never closes the distance. She just sobs out little cries that sound like a wounded animal as Kimi fucks down into her—Max circling her hips; Kimi frotting her hardness against the barely-there protrusion of Max’s clit, exposed only by the way the dildo keeps her pussy lips pulled apart for Kimi to use.

“Are you close?” Kimi asks as Max’s cries increase in frequency and volume, loud enough now that anyone walking by would be able to hear. There’s sweat pouring down off Kimi’s nose and jaw as she humps against Max even faster, big fat droplets that splatter onto Max’s heaving breasts.

Max nods, desperately. “Yeah,” she gasps out, hiccupping a little as she swallows. “I can’t—it’s too—I can’t—”

Kimi already knows. She wrenches the dildo out of her own cunt with a groan and pulls Max halfway down the bed, using the additional space to kneel over Max, shuddering a little at the hot puffs of breath against her clit.

“Put your nose in my cunt,” Kimi says, forcing out the words with noticeable effort. “Suck on my clit until I come.”

They both know Max won’t be able to breathe with Kimi riding her face like that, but Max just nods resolutely and sucks in a quick breath before pulling at Kimi’s hips.

Max’s nose is big enough to feel even immediately after the stretch of the dildo. Kimi rocks down on Max’s face experimentally, settling into a position that feels right. She leans forward as much as she can, letting her clit rest against Max’s tongue for a few seconds before Max finally manages to latch on. The immediately force of the suction nearly takes Kimi’s breath away. It takes her a minute to remember what she’s really after.

Max’s pussy is still stretched wide around the other end of the dildo. Kimi leaves it for now, pulling Max’s knees up to keep her legs spread before reaching down between her thighs and rubbing quick, devastating circles over Max’s clit. Kimi can’t hear Max’s reaction, but she can feel it, the moans in Max’s throat vibrating along the length of her clit as she speeds up the motion of her fingers.

Kimi waits until she’s coming in hot feverish pulses against Max’s face before tugging the dildo out of Max’s pussy in one quick motion.

Kimi feels Max scream and rubs her clit through it, watching as her gaping pussy flexes, spilling wetly against the sheets. She leans down quickly, pulling away from Max’s nose and mouth so she can get her own lips around Max’s pussy. Kimi licks Max through the aftershocks of her orgasm as Max sobs and sobs and sobs.

It takes Max a long time to come back down. In that time, Kimi manages to clean up the motorhome, shower, and wipe Max clean of sweat and come while she lies there against the plastic sheet shivering with her eyes closed. After some consideration, Kimi carefully spreads Max’s legs and uses the cream she’d bought on Max’s pussy, carefully rubbing it in until Max stops reacting to the feeling.

Kimi thinks about kicking Max out after that, not really one for post-coital cuddling, but Max looks so pathetic curled up on Kimi’s bed that she thinks better of it.

She calls Daniel instead.

#f1 smut #f1 rpf #summerofcum2023 #my fic #should i tag this with maxiel? idek

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andvys · 1 year

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Love will tear us apart // part seventeen

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, angst, mentions of death, jealous Steve,

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader // mentions of Steve Harrington x fem!reader

series masterlist // previous part

Fred Benson was Vecna’s next victim.

And now, he was after Max.

Out of all people he had to go after her. No one deserves this torture and this cruel death but Max? Why Max?

She opened up to you about her symptoms, the ones that you've had too before they suddenly vanished. She told you about the headaches, the nosebleeds, the nightmares, the hallucinations, it was all the same, only for you, they just stopped but for her? They have gotten worse and worse until she almost died just earlier today. And if it wasn't for your amazing friends teaming up and finding a way to help her, then she would have been gone now.

You kept pacing around the apartment all day, probably making poor Eddie even more nervous but you couldn't sit still, not after everything that happened and after what almost happened. You felt useless, hiding and just waiting around until your friends find out what to do. You weren't used to this, you were never one to be left out.

You tried to convince them to let you help, to let you do something but they told you to sit still and wait it out.

Eddie was sleeping next to you, his head was laying on your chest, his arm draped over your stomach, holding you close. It was only 8 pm but Eddie had stayed up all night, unable to sleep, he felt like he had to keep his eye on you at all times, scared of the curse and Vecna getting you in such a vulnerable moment.

In the short time that you have been together, you noticed how touchy and affectionate he was with you. He was always holding your hand, placing his arm around your shoulder or your waist, he would always kiss you and touch you in some way, it always makes your heart flutter and he never fails to put a smile on your face.

But ever since Chrissy died in front of his eyes and he saw what could have happened to you, he has been even clingier, he didn't let you out of his sight, once. Every time you’d get up to get yourself a glass of water or even just to use the bathroom, he would tense up right away and look at you with his big puppy eyes. And even in his sleep he clings to you, afraid of letting you go. It warms your heart to know how much he truly cares about you, how much he loves you.

You brush his messy curls out of his face, admiring his pretty face. Running your fingers through his soft hair, a smile tugs on your lips as he snuggles even closer to you.

A smile that starts to vanish again as you think of all the things that are going to happen if you don't stop Vecna. He is still after Max, he is still after you. And that’s not even everything, you are nothing but little pieces in his game, sacrifices. Something else is coming, something much bigger.

And it’s not just that.

Everyone blames Eddie for Chrissy’s death, despite the police report. After a lot of convincing, your uncle Dean, testified for Eddie, giving him the alibi that he needed to have his name cleared in this case. The police made an official statement, the ‘killer’ was unknown and yet the town still believed that it was Eddie who killed her, thanks to Jason. It was only a matter of time until a whole mob was after him.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

His voice startles you, you look back at him to find him staring at you with a soft look in his eyes.

“Nothing, j-just a little worried about everything, I guess, I hate not being able to do anything.”

He sighs as he leans on his elbow, his face hovering over yours now. He brings his hand up to touch your face, tracing your cheek with his fingertips “you deserve a break from all this crazy stuff you know?” he paused, looking away for a moment “and as much as I hate to say this, something tells me that we’re gonna end up in some even bigger mess.”

“Oh an even bigger mess? It was bad enough already.” you said, chuckling.

Eddie’s face remains stoic as he looks at you, his mind somewhere far away.

“Eddie,” you whispered, touching his face.

He blinks as you pull him out of his thoughts, he looks into your eyes. A deep longing, love and fear all in one lingers in his eyes.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he said as tears welled up in his eyes “I-I can’t lose you.”

“You won’t lose me Eddie, I promise you won't,” you said, leaning up to kiss his cheek. You get it, his fear. You feel the same way.

He nods, trying to blink back his tears.

Your heart swells with so much love “kiss me,” you whisper.

His eyes light up and a smile tugs at his lips, leaning down, he closes his eyes and presses his lips against yours. Moving your arms around his neck, you sigh in content. His lips are soft, moving slowly and passionately against yours.

He slips his hands under your shirt, earning a moan from you, you part your lips, allowing him to slip his tongue past your lips, deepening the kiss even further as it quickly grows heated.

You grip his hair tightly, moaning again when his hands find their way to your boobs, squeezing them with his cold hands. Eddie moves on top of you, pressing, shoving his knee in between your parted legs and against your crotch, earning a low moan from you.

“Eddie,” you muttered against his lips.

“I need you,” he whispered “I need to feel you.”

“Please,”

Your eyes were pleading as you looked into his dark ones. Heat pooling in your stomach. He slid his hand down your body, playing with the strings on your sleep shorts. He maintained eye contact as he began to slip the material down your legs.

He went to touch you but you stopped him, a smirk tugging at your lips “take your clothes off, Eddie.” you whispered, sitting up, you let your lips brush against his as you reached out to touch him, his growing bulge feeling hard beneath your hand.

His lashes flutter, breath hitching in his throat as he moans your name, hips bucking into your touch, he curses as you continue to rub him through his pants “s-stop, fuck.” he groans, grabbing your wrist, he halts your movements “I want to make you feel good.” he says before he smashes his lips back against yours. You moan into the kiss as he pins your wrist against the mattress, his other hand sliding down your stomach until his fingers reach the lace on your panties, he dips his hand inside, moaning as he feels how wet you already are.

He presses his fingertips against your throbbing clit, rubbing circles on it, earning another moan from you, he dips his fingers lower about to push them into your soaked cunt but you stop him “w-want to feel you, baby.” you whispered as you broke the kiss “please.”

“But I-”

“Eddie, please.”

He nods, stealing another kiss from you before he pulls away, getting up to take his clothes off. He keeps eye contact, smirking as you sit up as well, taking your shirt off before you crawl towards him. You get on your knees, sitting in front of him as he takes his shirt off first and you attach your lips to his stomach right away, looking at him through hooded eyes as you press soft kisses on his skin.

Eddie licks his lips, eyes burning with lust as he looks down at you “sweetheart.” he sighed shakily, pushing his pants down, he steps out of them, pushing them away.

“You’re so pretty Eddie, so perfect.”

“Fuck,” he whispers, dark eyes staring down at you, he lowers his hand, placing it on the top of your head as you start palming him over his boxers, he moans your name as you continue to rub your palm up and down over his bulge, his dick twitching. Just as you’re about to take his boxers off, he stops you and pushes you back down, shushing you when you start protesting “you can do that later, baby, I just wanna feel you right now.” he whispers as he settles in between your thighs.

He leans down, face hovering over yours, his lips brush against yours “you’re so beautiful.” he whispers as he presses a loving kiss to your lips before he leans back to take in the sight of you. He places his hands on your waist, thumb lingering over the scar on your stomach.

Eddie admires you. He always looks at you as though it’s the first time he has ever laid eyes on you. He looks at you as though you are the most beautiful thing in the world, as though you are some goddess and he is the lucky one who gets to touch and worship you.

Your heart flutters in your chest, his eyes are filled with so much love. Eddie never fails to make you feel loved and appreciated and he never fails to make you feel beautiful, even with all these scars and perfect imperfections on your body.

He traces your scar, eyes lingering on it for a moment and suddenly, he feels a wave of fear washing over him. You have been through this before, you have been close to death before, way too close. And now, there’s a new threat and he has come close to losing you already, he can’t lose you again.

“Kiss me.” you whisper as you stare at your lover who’s eyes find yours again.

Something shifts in his eyes, all playfulness gone again, instead there’s fear, sadness and love all at once, tears well up in his eyes as his hand comes up to rest on your cheek.

Your brows furrow as you look at him in worry but before you can speak up, he leans down and presses his lips against yours. His eyes flutter closed as he kisses you.

You close your eyes, placing your hands on his neck as you return the kiss with all the love you have for him. Your noses bump against each other as you deepen the kiss more and more. His hand leaves your cheek, sliding down your body. You feel goosebumps everywhere he touches you, leaving your heart and stomach a fluttering mess.

He traces the hem of your lacy panties, he easily pulls the thin material off, slipping them down your legs. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer against you so his chest is pressed against yours.

Eddie’s heart beats strongly against his chest and as he presses his palm against yours chest, he feels yours beating in sync with his. Warmth surges through him and he almost feels overwhelmed by all these feelings that he had to hide all these years.

Everything that’s been on his mind was you, you you you. And even now as you lay beneath him, kissing him and clinging to his body the way you always do, he has to pinch himself to see that this is very much real, as though you haven’t been under him countless of times ever since you have finally found your way to each other.

“I love you.” he whispered against your lips.

“I love you more.”

“Impossible.” he mumbles as he buries his face in your neck, trailing kisses down your body as his fingers move through your wet folds. You moan at the sensation, wanting and needing to feel more.

He starts to kiss down your chest when you reach your hands out to grab his face “please, I just want to feel you.”

“Let me-”

“No, I want to feel you inside of me right now, please.” you whisper, blushing under his gaze.

Your eyes are desperate, pleading.

Eddie makes quick work of getting rid of his boxers, his erection springing free, slapping against his stomach. His tip was already leaking with pre cum. You lick your lips as you stare at your boyfriend. His eyes are filled with love and lust as he stares down at you with an intense gaze in his eyes. His hair is messy on his head, his cheeks are flushed, chest rising up and down heavily. The candle light in this room, highlighting him perfectly.

You sit up as you slip the straps of your bra down your arms, all while keeping eye contact with the pretty man in front of you. Eddie kneels down, settling in between your thighs again, cold hands reaching around your back to unclasp your bra and pulling it off your body, throwing it down next to his boxers.

He licks his lips, grabbing your waist tightly to pull you into his lap, the movement is so sudden and he picks you up as though you weigh nothing. His strength and his tight hold on you causes another wave of arousal rushing through you. You yelp as you wrap your arms around his neck. Your noses bump together as you try to kiss each other, your eyes lock, unable to contain the giggles.

“Sorry.” he chuckles as he kisses your lips softly.

“It’s okay,” you whisper, leaning your forehead against his, you tighten your hold on him as you feel his erection against you.

Eddie’s eyes darken, a groan leaving his lips when he feels your wetness dripping down onto his cock, making him twitch as you start grinding against him.

“Eddie,” you sigh as he leans in to kiss your jaw, then your neck, your collarbones and down to your chest, burying his face in your chest, he licks and kisses around your nipples, moaning and whimpering as you continue to grind against his dick. You arch your back.

“Ride me.” he mumbles against your skin as he kisses his way back up until his lips are back on yours “ride me, baby.”

He holds your hips tightly and you reach your hand down, taking his cock into your hand, you pump him a few times, smirking when he lets out a harsh moan “stop teasing, y/n.” he warns, grip tightening on your hips “please.”

You slam your lips against his as you finally sink down onto his cock slowly. You swallow each other's moans. Eddie caresses your skin gently, hands leaving your hips as he places his palms against your back, pulling you flush against him until your chest is fully pressed against his. He moans at the feeling of your wet heat gripping his cock.

Neither of you move for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of one another. He breaks the kiss, opening his eyes he leans his forehead against yours. His eyes are filled with raw emotions, right now he is an open book, he lets you in, letting you see all of him. You can see the love but you can also see the fear. The fear of losing you.

“I’m here Eddie.” you whisper, wanting to reassure him “I’m right here.”

“You’re here” he whispers.

“I’m here.”

He smiles at you before he kisses you again with so much desperation. You run your fingers through his hair causing him to sigh as you start to move. Pleasure surges through your body.

“Fuck, Eddie you feel so good!” you whimper. His cock is so deep inside of you, you feel him in your stomach. The stretch hurts so good, your juices are dripping out of your cunt as you start rolling your hips.

“Yeah? you feel like fucking heaven.” he moans as he stares at you in awe, your tits bouncing as you ride him “jesus, you’re fucking hot.”

“How do you know what heaven feels like?”

“I’m there right now.” he smirks as he thrusts up into you, making you both moan in pleasure.

You’re unable to form a sentence, lips falling open as ride him faster, meeting his thrusts. The room is filled with loud moans and whimpers. You bury your face in his neck, placing your lips on his skin as you begin to suck on it, painting his skin in even more hickeys.

Eddie’s skin is on fire, everywhere you touch him, everywhere you kiss him, it makes his heart flutter and his cock twitching inside of you.

“God, you’re so wet,” he mumbles, leaning his forehead against your shoulder, he looks down, watching the way you slam down on his cock “f-fuck.” he whimpers as you clench around him, making him drool, eyes rolling back from all this pleasure “baby…y/n, you feel so fucking amazing.”

Eddie could stay buried inside you all day until the day he dies and he would be the happiest man that has walked the earth.

“You wanna cum, Eddie?” you mumble into his neck “wanna fill me up with your cum?”

He nods against you, kissing your shoulder as his hands move down to your waist, gripping you tightly with his ring clad fingers “y-yes, fuck.”

“Do it, please.”

Eddie grabs your face, pulling you away from his neck so he can see you again, tears are blurring your vision, your thighs are shaking as you pick up the pace. Eddie smiles lazily before he closes the small gap between the two of you, kissing your lips as his hand moves down your body, pinching your nipple, earning a gasp from you. He smirks into the kiss, moving his hand further down your body until he places his fingers on your swollen clit and starts to rub circles on your sensitive bud.

You grip at his hair, tugging on it as your walls flutter around his cock.

“Jesus fucking-” Eddie gasps, unable to finish the sentence as you continue to squeeze him, riding him so hard, Eddie thinks his heart is about to burst out. He moans your name, repeating it over and over again as he moves his fingers faster against your clit.

You scream out in pleasure, your grip on him is so tight, your nails dig into his but the pain feels so good.

“Cum for me, Eddie.” you whimper, arching your back in pleasure,

“Cum with me, baby.” he breathes “cum with me and kiss me.”

You slam your lips against his as you let go, breath hitching, your knees buckle as you feel yourself coming around his cock. Eddie holds you tightly against his chest as he spills inside of you, painting your walls with his cum.

His hips stutter as you continue to roll your hips slowly, all while moaning and whimpering from all the pleasure.

Now he truly feels like he’s in heaven. Your swollen lips moving lazily against his, your moans and sighs so pretty, leaving his heart a fluttering mess.

“I love you, y/n.” he whispered against your lips as he breaks the kiss to look at you, you’re both breathing heavily, tired eyes locking.

“And I love you, Eddie.” you smiled, grip loosening on his hair, you move it to his face, cupping his cheek, you press a soft kiss to his cheek before you slump against his shoulder tiredly.

Eddie smiles to himself, palm sliding to your back again, he traces your skin gently as he presses soft kisses to your shoulder.

Closing your eyes for a moment, you enjoy the feeling of his warm skin against yours, his breath that hits your shoulders softly, his sweet kisses, the feeling of him still inside of you.

“Hey babe?”

“Hmm?”

“You know we’ve never used the condoms Wayne gave me.”

“Yeah,” you mumbled before you realized what he said. Your eyes widen suddenly and you raise your head and lean back to stare at him “wait what?” you asked “h-he gave you condoms? When?”

He blushes under your gaze “uh- before you moved in,” he paused, eyes filling with embarrassment “I-I think he heard us…. me that one morning.” he laughed nervously.

That morning.

When you woke him up with neck kisses and he opened his eyes with an already hungry gaze. You ended up sucking him off before you both got up for school and Eddie was loud, very loud.

“But he wasn’t home!”

“I guess he came and left again when he heard that.” he snorts as he pictures his uncle fleeing from his own home with a disgusted look on his face.

“Oh god..” you groaned in embarrassment as you slump back against him.

Eddie chuckles as he hugs you.

“We uh, truly never used them, huh?”

“Feels good without one though, right?”

Blushing, you look back up at him “yeah and suddenly we have a mini you running around.”

“A mini us,” he corrects you “would that be so-”

Your eyes widen in surprise as you stare at him, waiting for him to continue but he never finishes his sentence. Footsteps echo through the hallway outside of the studio apartment. You and Eddie look at each other in shock before you quickly scramble to your feet, hastily putting your panties back on, your heart is pounding in your chest as fear settles, a lot of ‘what ifs’ are going through your mind but the moment you hear the key sliding into the lock.

The only other person that owns a key other than you, is Steve. You gave it to him the day you and Eddie ‘moved in’.

You and Eddie turn to stare at one another and he can’t help but giggle as he almost face plants while putting his jeans on.

A laugh leaves your lips at the sight of him jumping around, the chain and the belt making noises.

“Hush baby.” he mumbles, leaning down he grabs your bra, throwing at you “put it on! Don’t need Harrington to see my girls.”

“Oh my god.” you chuckle.

Putting the bra on, you fumble with the clasps on your back. Eddie steps up behind you, pushing your hands away “let me.”

Before you can reach for anything else, the door is pushed open and Steve, luckily just Steve, steps in with two bags in his hands. Without looking up, he walks in and slams the door shut before he turns around, his eyes widened, the moment he realizes what he walked into.

A blush creeps up on his face as he sees you in nothing but panties and a bra. He can’t help but take in the sight of you, eyes clouding with lust and all you do is stare at him wide eyed as you slowly raise your arms to cover your chest.

Eddie watches the way Steve’s face gets redder, seemingly unable to tear his eyes away from you. He shifts uncomfortably and Eddie can see the very visible bulge in his pants causing him to feel amused, wanting to tease him when he realizes that you are the reason for his reaction.

Eddie clears his throat, glaring at the other man in the room as he catches him lusting after you. He picks up his shirt and hands it to you before he steps in front of you “dude.” Eddie mutters angrily. He can see what’s going on in Steve’s mind, it’s all in his eyes.

Steve blinks, eyes meeting Eddie’s “fuck, I’m sorry.” he mumbles, shaking his head. He puts the bags down and turns around “I brought you guys some food but uh– I’ll get going..” he mumbles, running his hand through his hair.

Eddie rolls his eyes “you don’t have to go, just give us a second, Steve.”

“Yeah, yeah sure.” Steve mumbles scratching the back of his neck as he walks into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Eddie turns around to face you to find you smiling at him as you put your pants on.

“What?” he asks as he walks over to the dresser, picking out a shirt for himself.

“That was nice,” you said, “I mean, not kicking him out. Three days ago you wouldn’t even be able to be in each other’s presence without wanting to start a fight and now you’re almost like… friends.”

Eddie scoffed “yeah right. If I catch him staring at you like he just did again, he will actually get kicked out.”

“Sure.” you chuckled, rolling your eyes.

Eddie and Steve were slowly warming up to each other but of course they’d never admit it. You were happy to see your boyfriend and your best friend finally getting along– somewhat getting along.

Steve didn’t have to bring dinner or even hang out with you guys but he did and you appreciated it, even though the first few minutes were spent in awkward silence after he came out of the bathroom. Steve and Eddie were obviously glaring at each other and the jealousy in Steve’s eyes was clear as day. His jaw was clenched and he looked pissed but it got better after you all ate the burgers and fries he got for you.

“How’s Max doing?”

“She’s alright. The kids are all at the Wheeler’s house with Robin.”

“Why aren’t you there?” you asked, knowing how much he cares about all of them, you were surprised that he’d rather be here with you and Eddie.

He looks down at his beer, a smile tugging at his lips “felt like I was interrupting something.”

You furrow your brows, tilting your head in question “what do you mean?”

Eddie looks at Steve in curiosity as he drinks his beer, his other hand resting on your thigh.

“Robin and Nancy kind of hit it off, I guess.” he smirked, “I guess Nancy is stealing our best friend.” he looks at you with a raised brow. You know what he actually means by that.

You raise your brows in surprise “wait seriously?” you asked, with a knowing look on your face.

“Yeah.” he chuckled.

“Wait, Wheeler and Buckley?” Eddie asked in surprise.

Steve nods.

“You still hang out with your ex girlfriend?” Eddie asked.

“Not really but we’re friends I guess.” Steve explained, shrugging “but yeah, I’m kinda third wheeling everywhere right now, even with my friends.” he mumbled, rolling his eyes.

“And yet you still came to hang out with us.” Eddie grins.

‘Yeah because I’m in love with your girlfriend, asshole.’ Steve thinks to himself as he gives Eddie a fake smile.

“Yeah, well I missed my best friend.” he says, glancing at you with a smile on his face before he looks back at Eddie who is squinting his eyes at him.

“I’m sure you did, my girlfriend is the best.”

Steve glares at him, clenching his jaw.

“Jesus,” you mumble, rolling your eyes “and here I thought you guys were getting along.”

You fell asleep after a while, with your head in Eddie’s lap, a blanket thrown over you and his fingers running through your hair, it was only a matter of time until you dozed off to the sound of their voices in the background.

Eddie watches you with loving eyes, a soft smile tugging at his lips and Steve? He is doing the same, only there’s something else in his eyes too. Longing. He wants to be the one in his place, he wants to hold you like that, brush his fingers through your hair and give you gentle kisses, make you feel good.

Steve has never felt this kind of jealousy before, the kind that left him with nothing but rage and heartbreak. Every time he looked at you with Eddie, he felt his heart breaking a little more. He never thought that it would hurt this much but it does.

Steve gave you his heart, you didn’t break it but you abandoned it because it’s not the one that you wanted.

“Hey, can I ask you something?”

Steve blinks, ripping his gaze away from you, he looks up at Eddie “sure, what’s up?”

Eddie hesitates for a moment, eyes darting back and forth as though he has too many questions but doesn’t know which one to ask first “how long have you been in love with her?” he asked, quietly, making sure that he doesn't wake you up.

Steve’s eyes flash with surprise, leaning back against the wall, he pulls one knee to his chest, he drinks from his bottle and looks away for a moment.

“I think, almost three years now.” he mumbles, sadly.

Eddie raises his brows “when did you realize it?”

“Uh well, I think I knew from the start, when I was still with Nancy.” he says, scratching the back of his neck, he knows how it sounds “but, I only truly realized when we went through all this crazy shit together. Did she tell you about what happened in the tunnels?”

“Yeah.” Eddie says, thinking back to the night you opened up about everything. You told him about the tunnels, when you and Steve along with the kids went into the upside down, setting fires to lure the demodogs away.

Steve nods “well, y/n and I were the last ones to climb the rope, we were arguing about who would go first when we suddenly heard the swarm heading our way, we knew that one of us wouldn’t make it,” he pauses as he remembers how scared you looked, your eyes were filled with fear and your hands held his tightly. You weren’t scared of the monsters or of dying, you were scared of losing him and the look in your eyes led him to believe that maybe, just maybe you felt the same way “she wouldn’t go without me and I sure as hell wouldn’t go without her and when she took my hand and looked at me, I just knew. I knew that I’d do anything for her, I guess in that moment it just clicked,” he says as he looks up, meeting Eddie’s eyes “took me a near death experience to realize that I’m in love with her.”

Eddie shifts, eyes darting back and forth. He doesn’t like that another man feels for you like this, that another man loves you the way he does.

“Why’d you never do anything?” Eddie asks “why did you never make a move on her, ask her out?”

Steve shrugs “I think I made plenty of moves on her.” he says to which Eddie nods.

It’s true. Steve didn’t exactly treat you like just a friend and you didn’t treat him that way either. There was always more between you, at least that’s what both Steve and Eddie always believed.

“I just never asked her out.”

“Why not?”

“I always waited for the right moment, and I was nervous.” Steve mumbles sadly “I-I always thought that I had enough time a-and a part of me believed that she felt the same way.”

Eddie looks at him, taking in the sight of his slumped shoulders and the sad look in his eyes, he feels for him. Even he had to admit that he thought you had feelings for Steve. You were always together and it’s not even that but it’s the way you acted around one another. You let him hold your hand, you even reached for his hand yourself. He kissed your cheek, he kissed your neck and held you in public, you and Steve looked like a couple.

Eddie sighs, closing his eyes for a moment, he takes a deep breath before he looks back at the other man “I hate to say it but I thought so too, man.”

Steve raises his brows “you did?”

“Yeah, you guys were always together, looking all couply and shit.” Eddie grumbles in annoyance “I’m surprised you didn’t ask her out, I mean come on, you were nervous? Chicks are obsessed with you and it’s not like she’s the first girl you’ve been with.”

Steve chuckles at Eddie’s words, shaking his head “it’s not that I was nervous to ask her out, I was nervous to ask her out. She always made me nervous even before we became friends.” he explains, eyes flickering to you.

Eddie scoffs, eyes following Steve’s gaze, he looks down at you as he continues to brush his fingers through your hair, fingers tracing your neck, where Steve’s lips have once touched you.

“You were nervous to ask her out but you weren’t nervous to be all over her? It’s like whenever I saw you two together, you were all over her. I’m surprised you haven’t actually kissed.” he said as he looked back up at him. Steve suddenly stiffened, raising his hand to run it through his hair, he looked away, huffing.

“We kissed,” he simply said.

For a moment, the air was filled with nothing but silence. Eddie stared at Steve with a confused look in his eyes before he looked down at you “b-but, she said you never-”

“She doesn’t remember.”

Anger rushes through Eddie and a sour expression settles on his face “what do you mean?” he asked, meeting Steve’s eyes again.

Steve hesitates for a moment, looking at the bottle in his hand.

“I threw a party last year, on my birthday,” he paused, thinking back to that day. You were upset about something when you came to his house and as much as you tried to mask the sad expression on your face, Steve was able to look right through you, he tried to find out what had happened but you refused to talk about it, not wanting to ruin his mood and his birthday “we got really drunk together.”

Eddie’s expression only turns angrier the longer he stares at Steve.

He kissed you when you were drunk?

“She was really touchy, more so than usual,” he said. It wasn’t unusual for you and Steve but that night, something had shifted and you were behaving differently than usual. You kissed his cheek more than once, you held his hand all night and even sat in his lap. Steve wants to scoff at the memory, not because of the way you had acted but because of the way he felt and believed that something had changed, that you liked him “everyone left and she stayed back to help me clean up and after that we just, we sat down and she- we kissed.”

“So, did you like your presents?” you asked, finally sitting down after cleaning the mess in his house.

Steve chuckled as he sat down next to you “you and Dustin are the only ones who got me presents, these people were just here for the booze.”

He took your hand in his, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles as he looked at you with fondness in his eyes.

“You deserve more friends or maybe a girlfriend.” you said and scooted closer to him.

Steve’s eyes softened, his grip on your hand tightened, you, he wants you to be his girlfriend.

“Yeah,” he breathed “a girlfriend.” His eyes flickered to your lips, he wanted to kiss you so bad but he wouldn’t dare to do it and ruin a perfectly loving friendship but as you stared at him, eyes moving back and forth between his eyes and his lips, he found himself wondering if maybe, you feel the same.

The energy shifted and there was something else in the air, he felt it and you did too.

Steve’s breath hitched in his throat as he saw you moving closer to him, your free hand came up to cup his cheek and you moved closer and closer to him until your lips were brushing against each other.

For a moment, neither of you moved, uncertain of this action. Steve’s heart was racing, your touch gave him electric shocks.

You closed the gap between you two and pressed your lips against his. You were kissing him, you were kissing him!

He closed his eyes and cupped your face, deepening the kiss with a sigh. Your soft lips moved against his slowly but it was passionate and perfect. His heart was fluttering, his skin felt warm and he was happy, for the first time in a long time.

You leaned into him, throwing your thigh over his so you were almost straddling him.

Steve couldn’t believe that it was finally happening. So long, he had dreamed of this moment for so long, that moment he knew, he was certain that you are truly the love of his life, you made him happy, you made him feel safe and warm and you made him feel whole.

But it soon all came crashing down when you had broken the kiss.

His hands were still resting on your cheeks and while he was looking at you with a content smile on his face, you were looking at him with a frown on yours and glassy eyes.

Your eyes showed nothing but regret, guilt and sadness. You looked as though you betrayed someone by kissing him.

The smile on his face fell and his eyes filled with worry “hey, hey babe what’s wrong?” he asked, stroking your cheek.

“I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” you whispered brokenly. The tone in your voice broke his heart, you looked at him as though you had done the worst thing you could do.

"No! no, I-I liked it, I wanted it,” he whispered, swiping the fallen tear.

Surprised flickered in your eyes “you did?”

The look in your eyes, the surprise and the disbelief made him feel confused.

“Yeah, I-I wanted this for a while now,” he said with a puzzled expression on his face “w-why are you so surprised?”

You hesitated, eyes darting back and forth, a new set of tears welled up in your eyes as you met his gaze “E-Eddie, I saw him today, he was horrible to me.”

That’s all it took for him to lose all the happiness he had just felt. His shoulders slumped and his heart broke. You didn’t kiss him because you had feelings for him, you kissed him because you needed to feel something.

You started crying and Steve felt like it too, he wanted to cry as well. You took his heart and led him to believe that you wanted it but then you just ripped it apart.

But despite his heartbreak, despite the pain and the disappointment he felt, he still pulled you into his arms gently, kissing the top of your head as you started sobbing into his chest, blinking back his tears.

“What happened?”

“Too many things, I-I don’t want to talk about it.” you whimpered.

Steve felt angry, his heart was hurting and he was filled with rage. Of course it was Eddie, it was always him.

It took a while for you to calm down but when you did, you wiped your tears away and leaned back to look at him, an unreadable look in your eyes.

“Whatever he said, it’s bullshit, y/n. He is a fucking asshole, he’s not worth your tears okay?” he said as he brushed your hair back, he leaned in to kiss your cheek, lips lingering for a moment. You took his hand and leaned back to look at him. Steve wanted to kiss you so bad, to feel you again but he can’t, not when there’s another person on your mind. He loves you and it breaks his heart.

You leaned your forehead against his “make me forget, please, make me forget about him.”

Steve closed his eyes, sadness surged through him and the heartbreak was unbearable. It would always be him.

“No.”

Eddie’s eyes show nothing but jealousy and sadness. He knows he shouldn’t feel this way. It’s in the past, it happened one year ago, you weren’t together and there was no sign of you ever getting together, he shouldn’t be so upset by it and he knows it and yet it still feels like a stab to his heart.

Steve sighs as he looks into Eddie’s eyes. He feels guilty for bringing that up, Eddie is your boyfriend, Eddie is the one you love, what happened in the past doesn’t matter anymore, it didn’t mean anything anyways. At least to you it didn’t mean anything.

Steve could see the way Eddie’s shoulders slumped and insecurity flashed in his eyes. This is not what he wanted, he didn’t want to make him feel insecure or sad, he had no reason to. You were wholeheartedly his.

“You know for a moment I really thought she wanted me and I was fucking happy, I thought, ‘you made it, you got the girl’” Steve said, chuckling at himself, “but it was never about me, she kissed me because she needed to feel something because you broke her heart.”

With furrowed brows and a shocked look in his eyes “w-what?” Eddie asked.

Steve chuckles, rolling his eyes as he shakes his head “she was sad all fucking day and I didn’t know why and after she kissed me she told me how horrible you were to her that day. She never told me what you said to her but it must have been really fucked up if she did that” he said, he looked down again, not wanting Eddie to see how much he was hurting “she asked me if I would sleep with her, make her forget about you.”

Eddie was in shock and his heart felt as though it had been stabbed. He doesn’t remember what it was that he had said to you but he knows that he did everything he could to push you away in the past.

“Nothing happened, I didn’t do anything. I sobered up pretty quickly after that and realized how drunk she was. I took her to my room, we didn’t kiss or touch anymore. She just fell asleep in my arms and the next morning, she woke up with no memory of the previous night,” he said, blinking the tears away “so, don’t even worry about it, it meant nothing to her.” he paused with a heavy sigh “she regretted it right away, it’s insane how she looked at me as though she’s done the worst thing she could do.. I think she felt like she betrayed you or something, even though you weren’t even dating,”

Eddie feels sick to his stomach. Not because you kissed Steve but because he had hurt you. It was a never ending circle of pain and heartbreak that he had put you through and Steve got dragged into it along the way.

Eddie blinks, he looks down at you with tears in his eyes. He feels guilty, for hurting you and for hurting Steve in the process.

Knowing that you kissed Steve hurts him but knowing that you regretted it, that you’d rather it be him instead of Steve makes his heart swell. You were devoted to him, even when he made you believe that you meant nothing to him.

While Eddie struggles with all the guilt and the regret. Steve suffers through his heartbreak as his gaze settles back on you. Bringing up old memories was a mistake, his heart just hurt more and more. In that moment, he realizes that he will never not hurt, because he can’t have you. And even if he finds love in someone else, it will never be the same. His heart is yours, even if you don’t want it.

More memories start to flood his mind and Steve clears his throat before he looks up at Eddie.

“Did you know that we had math class together?” Steve asks.

Eddie shrugs, he doesn’t remember who he shared or shares classes with, except when it comes to you.

“You’d always sit down next to her and at first I thought you two were dating but then I saw how you were treating her, I heard the mean shit you said to her and I saw how you would look at her whenever you’d caught her staring, you were a real fucking asshole, Munson.” he pauses, drinking his beer, he closes his eyes for a moment as he feels himself getting angry.

Eddie, who watches him with regret and guilt in his eyes, feels guilty and ashamed for the things he has done.

“But she was never angry with you, she never said anything back to you, she just let you treat her like shit all while still looking at you as though you fucking hung the moon,” he says, shaking his head “I was always watching her, hoping that she’d say something back, at least just once but she never did, she let you walk all over her.”

“I never got why you did that, why you treated her like that but there was this one day, she was late to school and you kept looking at her empty spot, some girl tried to sit there but you told her to piss off” Steve said, chuckling “I wondered why you cared so much about someone taking her spot, when you didn’t like her anyways but, I saw the way you looked at her that day, it was different.” he pauses, taking a deep breath “I always knew that you loved her, I think everyone knew except for you two.”

Eddie blinks back his tears, not wanting to look weak in front of Steve. He feels ashamed of how he behaved.

“I hope you know how fucking lucky you are.” Steve said.

“I-I do but, I don’t deserve her,” Eddie whispered. Lowering his head to look at you “but you do.”

He knows you would disagree with him and look at him with a cute frown on your face if you heard him say that.

A sad smile tugs at Steve’s lips “yeah well, she doesn’t want me. She loves you, she always did.” he said, despite the pain in his heart “a-and, I hate to say that but you make her really happy. As much as I wish that I could be in your place, I’d never be able to give her this, no matter how hard I’d try, it wouldn’t matter. You have her heart, man. You always did– and, I’m glad that it’s you even though I certainly don’t approve of your shitty behavior towards her but you make her happy, that’s all I want for her.”

Eddie’s heart swelled with so much love. He wasn’t looking for his approval but knowing that someone who means so much to you, accepts your relationship, despite all his flaws, does make him happy.

“But if you hurt her again, I swear I’m gonna kick your ass, Munson.”

“I heard you never won a fight before.” he smirked.

“I’ll win a fight when it comes to her, trust me.”

Eddie chuckles at his words, he looks at him “I believe you.”

Steve’s eyes saddened, “I’d do anything for her.”

“Yeah, me too.. me too.” he whispered as he laid his hand upon yours, tracing your skin gently “c-can you promise me something?”

Steve looks at him in question, tilting his head a little as he puts the beer down and crosses his arms over his chest.

“I-I don’t know what’s gonna happen, I’m new to all this crazy shit but if something happens to me, will you take care of her?” Eddie asked, a mixture of fear and sadness lingering in his eyes.

When he said, he’d do anything for you, he meant everything. He would fight for you and he would die for you, Eddie would protect you with his life and do anything to make sure that you come out of this alive and well.

Steve shakes his head with an unreadable look in his eyes “dude, everything’s gonna work out–”

“Just promise me, Steve.” Eddie interrupts him as he stares back at him with glassy eyes.

He blinks, staring at him for a moment, nodding, he mumbles “fine.. I promise.”

Nodding at each other, they make a silent agreement. They’re both gonna do everything they can to keep you safe and make sure that you get out of this unharmed, no matter what’s gonna happen.

Both men are silent, deep in thought, they stare at you until Eddie speaks up again “I’m sorry...”

“For what?” Steve asked.

“I know what it’s like to feel like you do right now, I mean, for the longest time I thought my feelings were one sided and that it was you who she loved, so I’m sorry.. I know it hurts.”

Steve nods, appreciating his words.

“I’m sorry too, for the things I've said to you at the party, that was fucked up and I shouldn't have said all that. I-I don’t want this anymore, the fights and everything, you’re her boyfriend and I’m her best friend,” he pauses, rolling his eyes “and I think we should be friends too or whatever.”

Eddie can’t help but laugh at his words, leaning back, he smirks “Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington wants to be my friend?”

“Oh shut up.” he groans.

He continues to chuckle, staring down at you lovingly, he watches how your chest rises up and down calmly, a content expression on your face as you snuggle further against him, fingers clasping around his “well, I think she would love that.”

“Yeah, anything for her right?” Steve mumbles.

Eddie nods “yeah, anything.”

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