#i started this back when i finished c2

[fourteenthz]

!!!!!!!!! That typical critical role update NO ONE ASKED :D

#there are days were im so insanely in love with vox machina that i want it to never end #but on very especific days I go into a caleb mood that makes NO SENSE since I never really met him but it like !!!!!!!! #it always makes me want to start c2 withou finishing c1 but i know this WONT go well lol i have no management whatsoever #so ill just go. it doesn't help that I'm not sure excited abt raishan and IDK what is it like its probably going to end in 2 episodes #but idk felt like that bit between killing thordak or so im like trying to kill this critical role slump ig #maybe when this arc ends ?? bc I'm pretty sure vecna might be the last arc but also idk maybe its thr fights back to back #that makes it go slower .... not sure tbh but anyway back to it #so hopefully i can get SUPER into it once raishan is gone and keep it like that #hopefully not falling out once i met caleb for aure LET'S HOPE #i just love vx so im always scared to start c2 and not have the feelings i have for them there #but also ofc ofc it takes time so i just have to enjoy vm for now !! also CALEB so I should be fine #also one more thing HEY GUESS WHAT................. BATHTUB SCENE YOU GUYS #you can always count on small tiny 1 seconds scenes of percahlia to pull me back to marathon for 10 hours straight #I CARE THEM SO MUCH..... IF U EVEN CARE.... ANYWAY #kelly watches cr #kelly says #dl #edit after 3 hours or so; forget anything i said in this post i cried at least 5 times in episode 83 #mostly for allura and kima weirdly enough i was just emotionally exhausted GOD THIS EPISODE WAS GOOD... HOLY SHIT

[c0wb0ylikem3]

Our Song

•summary: in which mercedes drivers y/n l/n and lewis hamilton are to compete in another youtube challenge

•authors note: this is an old draft!! Not proofread 😭

•pairings: (y/n x lewis hamilton!platonic)

Compared to other Formula One teams Mercedes were not know for there social media presence, unlike other teams such as Ferrari with their infamous C2 videos and McLaren with there two drivers constantly uploading a new video every week. However when Y/n L/n replaced Valteri Bottas seat in the latest season the fans demanded more content with the girl and her teammate, Lewis Hamilton.

The rain fell as Y/n made her way to the Mercedes media building. She was told to be there fifteen minutes ago however she got caught up by fans who seem to find her anywhere. Entering the building she quickly said hello to the front desk as she dashed to the room she was needed in.

“Glad you could join us L/n” Lewis spoke and she sent a glare towards the seven time world champion. She was drenched, had no time to stop for her daily coffee and now she was supposed to film a video. “It’s not my fault I actually care for my fans”

He gave a look of shock and rolled his eyes at the girls attitude which currently was resembling one of a teenage girl. “Clearly someone didn’t drink there coffee this morning” she sighed taking off her jacket so it could dry off.

“Okay I’m going to explain what we are doing today, as you know during the beginning of the year we asked you two to create a shared playlist for Race Weekends. We are going to be testing you both seeing who put what song in the playlist” The media director explained pointing to the white desk with two buzzers.

Y/n and Lewis took a seat on opposite sides settling in as they set up to record. “Recording in 3…2…1” the director gave a thumbs up signaling Lewis to start the intro.

“Hello and welcome back to another Mercedes showdown off the track” Lewis spoke looking towards you “Currently I’m in the lead because I won the last two challenges while Y/n has only won once” Y/n playfully rolled her eyes “that’s because you cheated at just dance!”

Lewis retaliated “ How does someone cheat in just dance?! We are not getting into this again.” Y/n laughed continuing the bit “So today we are trying to guess who put what song in our 2023 playlist our lovely Mercedes admin will shuffle the playlist and we will have to hit the buzzer and say who put the song in the playlist”

Round 1

The Mercedes admin grabbed her phone and shuffled the playlist the first song began to play, Y/n heard the first few notes the song seemed familiar but she wasn’t sure. Lewis on the other hand knew what song it was “Too Comfortable Future? It has to be one of my songs look her face”

Y/n hung her head low already off to a bad start, although this isn’t a race she can’t help but be competitive towards any competition. “I don’t listen to future like that” Y/n commented before moving onto the next round

Round 2

The next song began to play and she knew it in a heartbeat. Hitting the buzzer Y/n beat Lewis by milliseconds.

“You know a lot of girls be Thinking my songs are about them but, This is not to get confused This one is for you” she sang along to the popular song

Lewis laughed at the girls actions “Best I Ever Had by Drake” Y/n said as she finished her solo “Obviously I love this song but Lewis put this one on the playlist”

The admin double checked before rewarding Y/n the points and she cheered. “Now we are even Hamilton”

He rolled his eyes “For now”

Round 3

Another familiar song began to play, this was definitely one you put in the playlist. Unfortunately Lewis beat you to it like you had in the previous round.

“It’s a Bad Bunny Song i just don’t know what song” he explained covering is face in frustration trying to think of the song’s name “Is it Tití Me Preguntó?”

Luck was now on the girls side as she laughed “Can I answer!” Y/n asked enthusiastically as the Admin nodded ‘yes’

“Me Porto Bonito and it was one of my songs” She smiled victoriously gaining another point.

Lewis sighed shaking his head “That was my other answer I should’ve went with my gut”

Y/n held Lewis’ hand sympathetically “it’s okay not everyone can be good as me” He pushed her hands back returning his attention the admin to begin the next round.

Round 4

The girl was completely lost when she heard the song play . She was not really into EDM music and that was her first thought when she heard this song it had to be Lewis’ song.

Lewis however looked just as lost until it hit him.

Y/n saw his eyes light up as he hit the buzzer “this is one of my songs right? ‘On My Knees’ I forgot who sings it”

“He shouldn’t get the point then!” Y/n exclaimed but she lost the fight nonetheless

Lewis smirked “we are even now!”

Round 5

“YOU BELONG WITH ME” Y/n screamed the song wasn’t even five seconds in as she hit the buzzer causing her teammate to jump in fear at the girls actions

Lewis looked at her in shock and disbelief, he knew she was a fan of the famous singer but not to that extent.

“I think she really likes that song” the admin laughed

Her teammate continued to laugh at the girls actions as she sung along to the song “remind me never to play Taylor Swift around you”

Round 6

“Right now we have the very enthusiastic Y/n in the lead, However this last round is winner takes it all” the admin explained

Both Mercedes drivers had there hands on the buzzer ready to answer

The introduction of the song already gave it away but the two drivers answered at the same time

“DNA Kendrick Lamar” they shouted

Not knowing who should get the chance to answer which driver put the song in the playlist so they could secure ten points the admin told them to play a game of rock, paper , scissors.

“Rock, Paper, Scissors shoot”

Lewis put our Scissors while Y/n put out Paper.

The girl let out a cry as Lewis answered “It was me right?” He smiled ready to win the game

“Unfortunately you’re wrong with means Y/n won the challenge!”

The girl who was once sitting in sadness stood up in cheers “FINALLY!” She cheered as Lewis was left in disbelief

“That was rigged” Lewis said

“Oh now it’s rigged just take the L” Y/n shot back

The drivers had calmed down before filming the outro “If you enjoyed this video leave and like and comment and make sure you follow so you can check out other videos of me destroying Lewis Hamilton” waving goodbye in waves of laughter the so called “short video” took atleast two hours.

Grabbing her phone Y/n looked up at Lewis as he was met with an equally frightened face, “Did you get a call from Toto too” Lewis asked

Y/n nodded “He’s gonna kill us”

#formula 1 #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x y/n #formula 1 x you #formula one #formula one x reader #formula one x y/n #formula one x you #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x y/n #female driver #f1 x y/n #f1 x you #f1 x reader #formula one x fem!driver #lewis hamiton

[saistappen]

Mariquita | CS55

In which Carlos' appendectomy triggers a huge emotional chaos in you and makes you realise just how big your feelings for the Spaniard actually are

or

In which your concern for Carlos clearly shows the Spaniard that you probably feel the same way about him as he does about you

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The last few days have been pure confusion. You could clearly feel this at Ferrari.

After Carlos' appendicitis was announced, on which he had to undergo surgery, the young Briton Olli Bearman was brought in to replace Carlos and chaos began to reign in the team.

Some things had to be changed, such as the adjustment of the seat, as well as various other things up to the well-known gift in the social media.

The hustle and bustle could be clearly felt throughout the team. But the excitement was not just for the young 18-year-old Brit, but also for the Spaniard. Because most of the time, the team's thoughts were on Carlos, who should soon have the operation behind him.

" Have you finished the Instagram post yet? " Lucy asked me as she sat down at the table opposite me.

" Uhm, what? " confused, I lifted my eyes from my mobile phone, which I kept glancing at hopefully to be the first to hear the news about Carlos' condition.

But so far there was still no news, which slowly started to make me more and more nervous.

"I wonder if you've already posted on Instagram that Carlos has come through the operation okay," Lucy continued in a gentle voice and put her hand on my arm.

It took a few seconds for her words to sink in and for me to really understand what she meant.

" W-really? " I stammered, while at the same time a huge stone fell from my heart and I began to feel the tightness in my chest, which had been there since yesterday, loosen.

" But I didn't read anything in the group. How do you know that? " I was sure I hadn't read anything, because for the last ten minutes I'd been checking the Ferrari chat on my mobile phone, hoping I hadn't missed anything.

" Fred just came up to me. He was talking to Carlos Senior. Everything went well and he's now recovering in hospital. " Lucy gave me a soft smile as her thumb gently stroked my arm.

Not only was she my best friend on the team, she was also the one who knew how close Carlos and I actually were.

When I joined the team about a year ago, Carlos was the first to welcome me with open arms and show me around.

During my first day at work, the Spaniard kept coming round to ask me how things were going.

When he invited me for a meal at the end of my first shift and listened attentively to what I had to say about my first successful day at work, a friendship developed within a few weeks.

"Thank God," I whispered quietly as a relieved smile crept onto my lips.

All your fears and worries that something could have gone wrong during the operation vanished within a few seconds.

"I'll post it straight away! " I almost shouted as I reached for my mobile phone and then opened the Ferrari Instagram account that I was partly responsible for.

One of my tasks in the team was to keep the fans up to date via Instagram and Twitter. I also had a say in the C2 Challenges on YouTube, where I always created fun content for the fans.

It wasn't long before I had chosen a photo of Carlos and typed up a short text about his condition and then posted it.

"Now I can get back to work feeling better," I mumbled as I reached for your fruit salad, which had been sitting untouched on the table in front of me, and started eating.

" I believe you. It's about time my favourite colleague was finally back at work with a smile on her face. "

Yesterday almost flew by, which was probably due to the good news that had lifted my spirits so much that I was completely back in the swing of things.

Olli had done well in the third free practice session and in qualifying, as had Charles, who would start today's race from second place.

This lifted my spirits even further, so I entered Ferrari Hospitality with a smile on my face and greeted a few of my colleagues who were already having breakfast.

"Morning sunshine," Charles greeted me with an amused smile as I stood next to him at the buffet and reached for a plate.

"Morning my favourite Monegasque," I replied brightly and then reached for a croissant.

" Do I want to know why you're shining like the non-existent sun today? " Charles asked as he reached for a bowl of muesli and then continued. " Well, actually, I know what it is..."

Charles winked and then began to waggle his eyebrow dramatically, which looked rather strange.

"Are you all right? " I asked him, while I also secured a bowl of muesli and placed it on my tray.

" I'm doing great. I'm ready for the race, but that's not the issue right now. Try not to get distracted," he almost admonished me and raised his index finger in the air in warning before continuing. "Could it be that your good mood is back thanks to Carlo's successful operation? Because since this was announced, you seem to have changed. "

" It's race day..." I tried to talk my way out of it, but I couldn't, as Charles hovered his index finger over my lips to indicate that I should be quiet.

"I'm neither stupid nor daft. I know for a fact that there's something going on between you and Carlos. It's certainly none of my business, but I can see that you're good for each other and I think that's great. Don't stop doing good for each other, okay? Okay, great! See you then! "

Before I could open my mouth to give Charles an answer, the Ferrari driver had already fled, almost running, with his tray.

Shaking my head, I looked after the Monegasques for a few seconds before I ran over to one of the free tables with my tray and began to eat my breakfast in peace.

And as I sat there eating my breakfast in comfort, my thoughts kept wandering back to Charles' words.

Were Carlos and I really on good terms? And if so, was Carlos and my behaviour really so obvious that others had probably noticed?

Once again, a tightness began to spread through my chest, so I pushed the breakfast on my tray to one side in disgust and began to sigh softly.

But before I could even begin to think about Carlos and me, Lucy appeared in front of me.

Her blonde hair lay dishevelled on her face, her cheeks shimmered red and she put her hands on her hips, out of breath.

" Lucy are you okay? " I asked cautiously and all I got in reply was a squeezed " Water. "

After I handed Lucy my water, which she drank within a few seconds and then just stood there for a few more seconds, I got nervous.

I could sense that something wasn't right and the fact that Lucy just wouldn't come out with it made me even more nervous.

" Lucy... " I almost urged as you began to shift restlessly on the chair.

" Carlos is here! " she almost shouted so loudly that one or two Ferrari employees turned to us both and looked at me in confusion.

"Sorry, I meant Carlos is here," she repeated more quietly as she dropped into the chair opposite me and rested her elbows on the table.

" What? Why is he here? He just had an operation yesterday! " I looked at the person opposite me with wide eyes as I almost jumped up.

" I have no idea! I saw a story on Instagram where he's walking through the paddock. Or should I say crawling? He can barely walk, he looks absolutely pale and like he's in pain! " she continued, making strange hand movements that I couldn't interpret at all.

" What?! " I repeated again, almost stunned, while my heart began to beat faster.

Why was he here and not resting? He couldn't be serious.

I immediately began to worry so much that I jumped up and ran off without waiting for an answer from Lucy.

" Thanks for breakfast! " she called after me, but I hardly noticed because I only had one thing on my mind. Carlos.

I kept dodging various members of other teams as I ran, keeping my eyes peeled for Carlos.

It wasn't long before I found him and a few other Ferrari employees in the pits, where he was greeted warmly with hugs and a few words.

I stayed in the background and watched Carlos from a distance. And indeed, he looked anything but well.

His posture was more hunched than upright and his face was rather pale, which occasionally even showed that he must clearly be in pain.

Why the hell wasn't he lying in bed and resting?

It took a few minutes for the Spaniard to catch sight of me. Within a few seconds, his face brightened and he literally crept over to me.

"Mariquita," he greeted me with a smile on his lips and pulled me into a warm hug shortly afterwards.

I carefully wrapped my arms around him, hoping not to cause him any more pain.

" Carlos, what are you doing here? " was the first thing I said to him.

" How about a "Oh, hello Carlos. I'm glad you're doing well and that you've come through everything okay?" " he asked as he let go of me and then leant against the wall next to me.

He seemed to find it difficult to even stand up straight. He was even still wearing his hospital bracelet. It was as if he'd literally fled from the hospital and gone straight to the track.

" Are you crazy? You had appendicitis, had to have an operation and haven't even rested for a day? You can barely walk, you look incredibly shitty and you still seem to be in pain! " I spoke in an angry voice and didn't care if anyone was listening. Because apparently I was the first person to say these words to him.

And probably the only one who was thinking straight.

"I'm fine," he tried to reassure me, but he seemed to realise himself that this wasn't the case.

" No, you're not! " I looked at him seriously for a few seconds before turning on my heel and leaving.

Carlos' warm hand grabbed my arm and caused a slight electric shock to run through my body.

"I'm sorry, Mariquita. Let's talk in peace," his voice sounded soft and calm.

He carefully led me into a kind of storeroom that I had never been in before.

A few things were stored here, such as drinks and spare items for the mechanics, like a sofa that stood in the middle of the room.

Carlos slowly lowered himself onto the sofa, grimacing slightly, and then carefully pulled me next to him.

The sofa was so narrow that we sat there more or less pressed against each other and the touch of our knees and arms made my heart start beating faster again and I became slightly restless.

" You have every right to be angry with me and to worry. That's really sweet of you, but it was entirely my decision to come here. In hospital, the ceiling would have literally fallen on my head and I wanted everyone to know that I was okay."

"But you should take it easy, Carlos..." I almost mumbled and looked at the Spaniard, whose eyes were on me.

"I will, I promise," he assured me as he came a little closer to me and I felt his breath on my cheek.

Shortly afterwards, I felt his warm lips lightly on my cheek, which made the area start to tingle warmly and the heat shot up my cheek.

" I've heard from some people how worried you were about me. That was really incredibly sweet of you, Mariquita," Carlos began and gently stroked a strand of my hair behind my ear before continuing.

"We both know that there's more between us. And that's why I want to ask you if you'd like to go on a date with me? " His brown eyes rested calmly on me while a soft smile formed on his lips.

His words caused chaos to awaken in my stomach, as all the butterflies that had just been lying there quietly for a long time began to awaken and turn my feelings completely upside down.

" Yes, but only if you take it easy. Otherwise you can forget the date," I replied with a partly serious and partly worried look.

It was important to me that Carlos recovered fully from the operation and regained his strength so that he would soon be fit again and able to get back into the car.

"I promise, Mariquita."

#carlos sainz #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz x y/n #f1 x reader #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 fic #scuderia ferrari

[hellfireclubmember]

Summer Party

a/n: this is the longest fic i've written, i really hope you guys like it. it's fun and fluffy.

pairing: steve harrington x henderson!reader

summary: no one thinks (y/n) henderson can have fun. she was hawkins' good girl. she decides to try to let loose at a start of summer party, making her brother ask steve harrington to look out for her. something that proved to be a little harder than steve thought it would be.

word count: 3.6k

You looked around your room. Not an inch of the floor visible, textbooks and sheets of papers full of notes covered every inch of the carpeted ground. Your senior year was over and all you had to remember your time in high school were the notes spread out in front of you. It was almost pathetic now that you really thought about it, all you did for four years of your life was study and stay home with your mom. Even your little brother had more of a social life than you. It didn’t usually bother you but now that high school was over it felt like you missed out on something that everyone enjoyed experiencing.

“You’re dragging it!” Dustin’s voice rang through the house. You uncrossed your legs and got up. He wasn’t supposed to be home so early otherwise you would’ve had his lunch ready. You walked to the kitchen.

“Dusty?” You poked your head around the corner expecting to see your younger brother but instead you were met with Steve Harrington.

Dustin’s newfound friendship with Steve has made your life a lot harder than usual. You and Steve had gone to school together, when Steve was a senior you were the only junior in his calculus class. The calculus teacher assigned you to be his desk buddy so you could help him throughout the year. Obviously at such close proximity to King Steve anyone would develop a small crush and you weren’t an exception. He was just everything you thought he wouldn’t be. He was so kind and funny and caring. When he started hanging out with your brother it only made things worse. Seeing him in your house, picking Dustin up and dropping him off. It made you melt seeing him love and care for your brother.

He looked up when he heard you speak. “He’s actually putting his big radio thing in his room right now.”

“Right.” You started making your way toward the fridge. “Uuum, I’m going to make him a sandwich, would you want one?” You reached in and grabbed the ham, cheese and mayo and plopped all of it down on the counter.

When you looked back to Steve he was trying his best to hold back a smile. “Cute shirt.”

“What?” You looked down at your shirt with your eyebrows knit together in confusion. Your eyes were met with the green monstrosity that was your science club shirt, Einstein and Pythagoras fighting over a C2 plastered on the front of it. Of course, you shouldn’t feel bad about wearing a comfortable shirt in your own home but the fact that Steve was there to witness you in it made you want to crawl into a hole and never come out; just full on become some sort of mole person. “Yeah, thanks.” You turned around to start loading up the slices of bread exactly like Dustin likes. “So, about the sandwich?”

“Oh, sure. But I’ll make my own.” He walked over to where you were standing and grabbed the ingredients you had just finished with. You never noticed how tall Steve was. You had never really stood next to him a whole lot to really notice but now he was so close you were almost shoulder to shoulder. It set your skin on fire. You looked up to his face and examined him as he worked on making himself lunch. The sun was setting outside and the rays that broke in through the window kissed his skin with golden light. His lips looked so soft and shiny, you wondered what kind of lip balm he used; what it tasted like.

Maybe saying small crush was just a tiny bit of a lie. More of a lie to yourself, really. Having romantic feelings for someone was a fairly new concept for you, and it felt messy; out of your control, and you hated when you weren’t in control of things.

“You alright over there?” Steve bit into his sandwich, leaning back onto the counter. Your eyes widened at the realization that you had been caught staring at him. You could see a hint of a smirk on his lips as he chewed. That cocky bastard.

Before you could give a response Dustin walked in. “(y/n), sorry for not letting you know the idiot was coming over.” Steve took a step forward and smacked the back of Dustin’s head, his cheeks plump as he continued to eat.

“It’s alright, bubs.” You held the paper plate up, offering him his sandwich.

“I’m not 10 anymore, you don’t have to make me my sandwiches.” Dustin said whilst inching forward and grabbing the plate off your hands.

“Oh really? You too old? But just last night you were begging me to give you my desk lamp to use as a night light.”

Dustin’s head shot up and he stared at you with wide eyes. He couldn’t believe you had just betrayed him in this way, in front of Steve and God.

“Don’t tell me young Henderson is afraid of the dark.” Steve laughed a big hearty laugh, like a kid who just received a new bike on his birthday. It was coated in sweetness and fun. Clearly he was enjoying this new piece of information.

“Hey! It’s a perfectly reasonable fear, alright?” Your brother picked a piece of crust off his sandwich and threw it into Steve’s hair. “We are most vulnerable in the dark!”

“Of course we are Dusty.” You ruffled his hair and he cringed away from your hand.

Dustin got up from his seat and walked over to the trash. “Steve is going to that ‘start of summer’ party. Maybe he can give you a ride.”

“I don-“

You were cut off by a muffled chuckle. Steve had a hand over his mouth as he tried his best to keep from laughing.

“(y/n) Henderson at a party?” He quickly realized it probably sounded like he was making fun of you and he really wasn’t. “I mean not that you wouldn’t be welcomed at a party, I’m sure a lot of people like you, it’s just” He cleared his throat. “I attend a lot of parties and I’ve never seen you at one.” He ran a hand through his already perfect hair, a nervous tick of his. Steve watched your amused smile slowly falter until it completely disappeared, replaced with a frown. You looked hurt and it made Steve’s heart contract in his chest. He had never felt more like an idiot.

It felt dumb to be insulted by Steve’s words. You knew he didn’t mean it maliciously but you were kind of hurt. You knew what everyone thought of you, good girl with good grades and no life. Wet blanket Henderson. Boring and nerdy. But hearing that Steve thought those things about you too made it so much worse. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Dustin was still standing near the trash, completely still. The atmosphere was very awkward and he had no idea how to proceed. Obviously your brother knew you didn’t usually go to parties but he assumed the last one of your high school career was something you wouldn’t miss out on. Now that he asked he wants to stuff the words back into his mouth and never utter them again. He stood between his two favorite people in the world thinking of ways to fix the rise in hostility. “He didn’t mean anything bad, (y/n). Really.” His eyes shifted to Steve. “Right, Steve?”

“N-n-no. What? No of course I didn’t mean anything bad!” He was panicked. He barely ever gets to speak to you anymore, and now he’s fucked up his chances of ever talking to you again. Steve has always liked speaking to you. Math usually made him want to eat and successfully pass rusty nails but all of a sudden it was bearable, sometimes even fun. It quickly became clear to him that he was just always happy to get to see you.

“You know what, I think I will be going to this party. It’ll be fun.” A big smile on your face. “I don’t need a ride, Steve. I’ll drive myself.” You started walking back to your room. “See you there, Harrington.”

When you finally left the room Dustin walked over to Steve and punched him in the arm. “Dude! She’s totally pissed.”

“What do you mean? She was smiling.”

“That is definitely not a happy smile, Steve. I’ve only seen that smile one other time.” Dustin looked out of the window, dramatic as ever. “I was 8, Jonathan and Will were over here. We were all having a good time until Jonathan had the bright idea to tell (y/n) girls couldn’t join the boys’ soccer team.” He turned his head back to look at the older boy. “(y/n) spent months constantly harassing the coach and that year the boys’ soccer team welcomed their first girl midfielder.”

Steve remembered that. A 12-year-old girl brute forcing her way into an all-boys’ team, he thought you were the coolest.  The soccer moms did not share the same opinion as young Steve, they were so angry. His dad pulled him out of that soccer team and enrolled him in a different one that year. He never questioned why but now that he's older he understands and it made him a little angry.

“This can’t be good.” Your younger brother was a little anxious now, you had never been to a party and now you were trying to prove a point, it couldn’t end well. You were definitely going to do something stupid. “Steve, listen to me, focus.” His hands landed on both of the taller boy’s shoulders. “You need to look out for her tonight. Please.”

“Yeah no shit, Henderson.”

When you asked your mom for the car and told her it was to drive to a party she didn’t believe you. It took about twenty minutes of both you and Dustin convincing her that you were being serious. And when she finally did believe you she was terrified of letting you leave, but ultimately agreed; just a tiny bit happy to see you finally socialize.

The drive there was silent and filled with anxiety, it felt like your head was so full of thoughts they were pushing against your skull. You were one hundred percent taking on too much way too fast but you were too far in it to chicken out. If you didn’t do it now you would never.

You sat in your parked car and watched groups upon groups of people walk to the entrance of the house. You recognized some people from Hawkins High but there was a massive amount of people you had never seen in your life. The dress you decided to wear was a gift from your cousin as encouragement to go out, which is lucky because it was the only clothes in your closet that could be considered party clothes. It was short, it was tight, it was red, it kind of made you feel hot which honestly was a rare feeling.

A knock on the car window interrupted the myriad of nervous thoughts clogging up your brain. You turned your head to the side, eyes landing on Steve. His arm was on the roof of the car as he bent slightly to look through the window. You were blinded by those pretty brown eyes of his for a moment but quickly rolled the window down.

“You going in there, tiger?” He offered a lopsided smile, trying his best to comfort you. He had been watching you sit in your car for about five minutes. You looked so nervous and although he thought you were very cute he couldn’t let you just sit there. So, he waited for you to willingly leave your car and when you didn’t he decided he should probably try to help you.

“Don’t patronize me, Steve.”

“I’m not. I swear.” There was sincerity dripping from his words. He so badly wanted you to understand how much he cared for you and how he would never ever say anything to hurt your feelings. It seemed every time he spoke to you he would say the wrong thing and it was driving him crazy. “C’mon I’ll walk in with you.”

There was a pause as you thought about his offer. You weren’t really mad at Steve; in fact you don’t think you ever could be truly mad at Steve but his offer made you feel like a charity case. The older sister of his friend he felt obligated to save.

So, you opened the door of the car and stepped out of it. “It’s alright, I’ll see you in there though.” You walked off, leaving Steve behind. He definitely could’ve caught up but he was too busy admiring the dress you were wearing. He stood there kind of speechless, Steve knew you were beautiful, anyone with eyes knew that, but he had never seen you out of big tee shirts and jeans. The dress was definitely going to be a problem for him, it was… distracting.

The walk up to the door felt like you were walking into a lion’s den. Which isn’t really too far off, the people at this party were definitely animals. And that was clear the second you walked through the door. There were people smoking and drinking. Some people were wrestling on the ground, some people were outside doing keg stands. And the floor was a little sticky. You assumed, more like hoped, it was people’s spilled drinks.

“(y/n) Henderson!” Some dude from your history class came to a full stop in front of you. “No way this is real, Miss goody two shoes at a party.” He shook your shoulders. “Oh this party is definitely going down in history if it got (y/n) Henderson to lift her head out of the books.” He was slurring his words, clearly a bit drunk. “C’mon I gotta show people you’re here otherwise no one is going to believe me.” He grabbed onto your wrist and started dragging you around the house. Introducing you to people you already knew and people you didn’t know, letting them know you were the school’s resident nerd girl that never showed up to any social event. He walked you to the kitchen where all the drinks were and went off to annoy someone else.

You looked around the room, feeling incredibly awkward. No one was really looking at you but it felt like everyone knew you didn’t belong there.

“Well, well, little Henderson out at a party.” Billy Hargrove stepped into your line of vision, his signature cigarette hanging from his lips. He was wearing a shirt which he kept unbuttoned and tight jeans. You had interacted with Billy in school maybe a handful of times and each time he was flirtier than the last. He was obviously crazy attractive, no one could really deny that but it was negated by how much of a douche-bag he was.

“Yeah just wanted to see what all the hype was about.” His eyes were roaming your body as you spoke.

“And how is it working out for you?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Honestly, I’m bored.”

“That can be remedied, pretty girl.” He reached over you and grabbed a shot from the table, offering it to you. “Is Hawkins’ angel too good for a drink?”

You looked at the drink and then back up at him. You knew this was a bad idea, I mean taking a random drink from a guy was covered in tape with caution written in big red letters. But when you looked past Billy and saw the way Steve was looking at you, like he knew you wouldn’t grab it. So you reached out for the shot and downed it. It burned all the way down and it made your face scrunch up as you cringed at the taste. It was your first alcoholic drink ever and it was awful.

Billy chuckled when he saw the frown on your face. It was always amusing to watch a good girl try to be bad. And he thought about how much fun it’s going to be to watch you.

“That was disgusting.” You said between coughs.

“Yeah well we don’t really drink for the taste, doll.” He offered you another shot. You looked at it for a moment, contemplating whether it was smart to take another. This is the problem. You thought. I overthink things instead of just letting loose and having fun. So, you decided to do everything you wouldn’t normally do and you threw back the shot.

Steve could not be having a worse time; he was on the other side of the house watching you talk to Billy. He wanted to walk over and drag you with him but he knew that would only make things worse for himself. You were obviously already a little upset with him and that was enough to make him careful with how he would keep you safe. Still there was no way he was going to let Billy get weird but right now there was nothing too serious happening for him to go all babysitter mode on you.

Throughout the next couple of hours you had downed about three more shots and you felt like you were floating. You were a little dizzy but you felt so warm and happy it didn’t matter.

The music was blasting in the living room, your urge to dance was becoming too strong to ignore now. You walked away from Billy leaving him mid-sentence, making your way to where everyone was dancing. There were so many sweaty bodies grinding on each other but you were too tipsy to care. Your eyes once again landed on Steve, he was leaning against the wall talking to some girl. Which was annoying but right now it was the least of your worries. You had to dance, it felt like if you didn’t you would implode. You know how they say alcohol gives you confidence? Well it gave you way too much because before you knew it you were getting on top of the dining table. You began to sway your hips to the rhythm. The people around you started cheering and hollering. Everyone extremely shocked that it was you on the table, dancing for everyone to see.

The commotion from the other side of the room ripped Steve’s attention from the girl in front of him. He looked over only to be horrified. He took his eyes off you for ten minutes and you were on top of table dancing, a crowd of people gathering around you, mostly gross men. And of course Billy was in the crowd, cheering for you the loudest. This was exactly a scenario Dustin wanted Steve to prevent.

He jogged over to the group of people and shoved everyone out of the way. When he reached the table he said “(y/n) that’s enough. Get down from there.”

“No, dad. I’m having fun.”

Steve reached up and grabbed your hand. He pulled you to fall into his arms and carried you off the table. Everyone around him started to boo at him before quickly falling back into their own stupidity.

“Let go of me, I was dancing.” You kicked your legs in an attempt to break free but Steve’s grip on you was strong.

He reached the door and put you down on the front porch. “Alright you can have fun, you have officially proved me wrong.”

“Not everything is about you, Steve Harrington.” The words slipped out before you could even really think about it. The immediate regret set in when you looked at Steve and saw the kicked puppy look on his face. “Steve, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I just…” You sat down on the ground, not really able to hold yourself up anymore. “I just really wanted to know what I missed out on. I spent all four years of high school at home while all of you were having fun.” There was a pause as you caught your breath. “And sure I did want to prove you wrong, only a little.”

Steve sat down next to you, a close-lipped smile on his pretty face. “Well, I think you proved to everyone that you can have fun.” He chuckled.

Your head was resting on your hand as you stared at him. He was just so dreamy.

“Did you just call me dreamy?” His eyebrows were raised, an amused look on his face.

“Wait, what?” You froze. “Did I say that out loud?”

Steve burst out laughing. He couldn’t believe how cute you were. Years of silently pining over Dustin’s cute older sister suddenly seemed so worth it. “I think you’re dreamy too.” He bumped his shoulder against yours, making you giggle.

“Me? Dreamy? Stop, you’re going to make me blush.” You joked.

“Shut up, dork.”

“Steve Harrington, I’ve liked you since the day I walked into Mrs. Ansley’s class.” Again your mouth seemed to be moving before you could fully process what you were saying. It felt like a bucket of ice-cold water was dumped onto you when you finally did process your words.

“(y/n) Henderson, I’ve liked you since the day you walked into Mrs. Ansley’s class.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him so you could lay your head on his shoulder. “But we can talk about this tomorrow, when you’re not buzzed.”

“Deal.” You felt oddly calm being so close to him.

This worked out way better than the soccer thing.

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A SCHOOL TAINTED WITH BULLET HOLES

Vada Cavell x G!P OC

Word Count: 2.0k

warnings: school shooting, mature language, gun violence

A/N: I’m trying to write as much as possible before I visit my dad for three weeks so pray that I can at least finish half this book and at least three chapters for my other book.

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Poke. Poke. Poke.

You were being awoken by the feeling of someone poking you in your side, face, and thigh. You peel one eye open and are met with wide eyes and yellow rotten teeth. You jump fully awake, frightened, and scoot to your wall.

The sickly-looking man let out a laugh at your reaction, “Oops didn’t mean to scare ya.” The man was wearing nothing a dirty stained white t-shirt, no bottoms on.

“Rip! I told you, this room is off limits” The familiar voice of your mother enters your room. She was in a red silky robe that was loosely tied and her hair was disheveled. 

“My bad. I was just trying to look for the bathroom” Rip snorted and moved away from you.

“Last door on the right” Your mom answered. 

Rip nodded and turned back to you. “Sorry kid” He shrugged and left your room. 

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. Your mother comes to stand in front of you. 

“I’m sorry baby but I told you to always make sure your door is locked every night so things like this can never happen” She spoke softly. She tries to push some hair out your face but you flinch away from her. A hurt look appears on her face. 

“Get ready for school or you’re going to be late” She sniffled and left your room. 

You sat on your bed for a good extra five minutes before getting yourself ready for the day. You got dressed in a black pullover hoodie, black t-shirt, faded blue jean shorts, and beat-up black and white Cortez. You grab your bag, skateboard, and essentials before leaving your room. You make sure to lock your room up before heading downstairs. Thankfully, Rip was still in the bathroom so you didn’t have to see him in the kitchen. You brushed your teeth and washed your face in the kitchen sink. 

After you finished, you leave your house without a goodbye from your mother. As usual, you’re met with the sight of your two friends, Quinton and Devyn Hasland. 

“Sleeping Beauty has finally awoken from her slumber” Devyn joked in a broken English accent. 

A smile appeared on your face and you dap the brothers up. The three of you start your journey to school.

“You know Principal Adams is coming for you for missing like a whole week of school. He’s been hounding me and Q for the last week about your whereabouts” Devyn said.

“I don’t care. School is a fucking joke” You shrugged.

“School helps you get a job” Quinton commented.

“No, school helps you become a dumbass corporate zombie. It doesn’t teach you any life skills. Not how to do taxes. Not how to save money to get a house or car. Or basic life shit that you need to survive. How is a2 + b2 = c2 gonna help me in life? When am I gonna need to know that shit? Fuck school til the day I die” You smiled and stuck your middle finger up.

The three of you continue your journey to school. As you approach the school, you see a rail that you always practice on.

"Watch this" You smirked and throw your board down.

"Nice" The brothers compliment as you skate back towards them. You felt a pair of eyes on you so you turned around and they lock on to dark brown ones.

Vada Cavell.

You knew her from your Chemistry class with Mrs. Victor. The two of you never spoke but always catch each other staring. Quinton and Devyn follow your eyeline.

“Oh my god, I wish you would just let your balls drop and go talk to her. The longing gaze from across the room is so Twilight” Devyn groaned. 

You pull your eyes away from her, “You watched Twilight?”

“I only watched it with Jazmine” Devyn defended. 

“Lie. Mom and Pops caught you last week, without Jazmine, watching it in the basement. According to Mom, you look very engrossed in it” Quinton laughed. 

“There was nothing else on TV” Devyn sighed. 

You and Quinton let out a laugh as the three of you walk inside the school. The brothers make their way to their lockers while you head to breakfast. You were starving and didn’t realize it until you got inside the building. By the grace of God, you managed to get to the café before they closed. 

You grab your food and head to pay for it. But when you pulled your wallet out, you realized a $5 bill you had was missing. You sighed out in frustration.

“Fucking dickhead” You mumbled. You put the food back and turned around but you ran into someone. 

“Miss Vaughn, nice to know you’re alive and well. Follow me” Principal Adams demanded. 

You sigh and begin to follow the principal to his office. But another body runs into you. 

I can’t catch a break today. 

“Sorry,” A sweet voice apologized. You looked down and saw Vada. You open your mouth to respond but Adams interrupts you. 

“Ms. Cavell the bell is about to ring. Head to class now” Adams ordered. 

“Sir yes sir” Vada mocked and saluted him before turning on her heels, and walking to class. You chuckled lightly and continued following Adams. 

The two of you made it to his office which smelled like straight black coffee and boiled eggs. You already knew what the talk was going to be about so you just relaxed in the chair. 

“Jordan Vaughn…failing every single one of your classes and racking up a whopping 37 days absent. It’s not even spring break yet” Adams read from your file. 

You grab a red and black sharpie off his desk. 

“What is your goal Jordan? What is it that you wanna do with your life?” Adams asked. 

You continue to draw all over the underside of your board, not even paying attention to the man in front of you. 

Principal Adams sighed, “Miss Vaughn.”

At the call of your name, you look up at him, "Hm?”

“Listen I get it, school sucks and you don’t have a care in the world about your diploma. But you know who does... the world out there. Jobs won't even give you a second thought if you don't graduate. You need to start taking this seriously or you will be left behind while everyone around you is making it" Adams lectured.

"My goal is to become a pro skateboarder, last time I checked you don't need a diploma for it"' You shrugged.

"But you need money. You need money for the fees. You need money for sponsors. What if your board breaks? A diploma leads to jobs that lead to money which can help you become a pro skater.” Adams explained.

He had a point but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of being right. Adams grabbed a pamphlet labeled, Summer School. 

“You complete this program for one month this summer, you’ll be graduating with your friends next year,” Adams said and slid it toward you. 

You reluctantly take it and leave the office before he could say another word. 

The hallways were now empty due to everyone being in class now. You walk to your locker and open it. You are stunned to see an apple juice, strawberry Pop Tart, and an orange inside. 

“What the fuck?” You questioned. You remembered putting this stuff back. You looked down the halls and saw you were alone. You shrugged and started chowing down on the food. After you finished you placed your board and the pamphlet inside. 

SMACK! 

You jumped at the noise beside you. It was then followed by laughter. 

“I hate the both of you” You mumbled, mouth full of food as you looked at Quinton and Devyn. “Aren’t you two supposed to be in class?”

“Yeah, but Q saw you with Principal Adams so he texted me to come and wait for you in the hall. Why are you inhaling your food in front of your locker?” Devyn questioned. 

“I was hungry. But I didn’t buy this though. It was in my locker when I opened it” You answered. 

“Oh, food from Mother Theresa. I need one of those. Tell her to bring me some Burger King” Devyn joked. You rolled your eyes at the boy. 

“Boys and Miss Vaughn, the three of you need to get to class before I-”

A loud bang is suddenly heard. Everything starts to go in slow motion for you as you see blood splatter against the school walls. Two more bangs are heard and a girl lets out a blood-curdling scream. 

More bangs are heard, now in rapid succession. You barely process the fact Devyn is now on the ground in a pool of his own blood. You look up to see a kid from one of your classes standing there emotionless with an automatic rifle pointed toward Quinton. 

“DEVYN!” You hear Quinton scream. It brought you back to reality as you looked down and saw Quinton holding his brother’s body getting blood on himself. 

“Quinton! We have to go! Come on Quinton!” You shout as you pull him away from Devyn’s lifeless body. You push him to run down the hall. Another gunshot rings through the hall and you feel a searing pain in your hip area. You push through the pain, you quickly open the door to the girl’s bathroom and push Quinton inside before locking the door behind you. The two of you cram into a stall out of breath. Sweat was dripping down your face and tears were falling freely down Quinton’s. 

Suddenly, the sound of metal hitting the floor made the both of you freeze. 

“Who’s in there?” Quinton questioned. 

No response. 

“We’re not the shooter. It’s Matt Corgan, we saw him” Quinton added. As your adrenaline begins to fade, the pain comes back in full force. 

More rapid gunfire outside the door makes everyone clench in fear. 

“Do you know where he is now?” A fragile voice asked. You can hear another girl’s quiet cries in the stall next to you. But you were too focused on the pain. 

“I don’t know. I don’t know, my brother” Quinton cried. Tears start to gather in your eyes from the pain and the current predicament. 

“Come, come under” The girl ushered. You let Quinton crawl under first. You bend down to follow but a torturous pain shoots through your body.

“Ahh” You cried out. You lift up your hoodie and shirt to see a gaping wound pouring out blood. 

“Jordan? What happened, you okay?” Quinton questioned. 

You start to feel lightheaded and the world starts to spin and before you know it, you fall onto the tile floor with a loud thud. Quinton quickly unlocks the stall door to see you trying to keep your eyes open. 

“No, no, no, no Jordan” Quinton cried and bent down to the floor. He lifted your tops and saw the wound. 

“Shit, help me please” Quinton called out to the two girls. His voice was quiet enough for only the people in the bathroom to hear. He puts pressure on your wound which makes you groan and squirm. The two girls exit the stall but retreat when they see you on the ground. 

“Please help me,” Quinton sobbed. The blonde-haired girl runs and grabs as many paper towels as she could. She hands some to Quinton and they put pressure on your wound to stop the bleeding. 

“Hang on, Jordan” Quinton cried. 

Meanwhile, your eyes start to flutter close but a warm soft hand brings you back. 

“Hey, you have to keep your eyes open. Don’t close them. Don’t close your eyes” Vada’s voice echoes throughout your head. 

Her eyes were bloodshot red and puffy with more tears falling freely down her face. She squeezes your hand tight to keep you from closing your eyes. The sound of police sirens and heavy footsteps can be heard. 

“Oh thank God,” Quinton said. 

You tried your hardest to keep your eyes open but they were getting extremely difficult. They were getting heavier and heavier until your eyes closed and your hand went limp in Vada’s.

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PRE GAME

Hockey C2

Word count: 971

Summary: hockey!Bucky x reader. Bucky likes to be with you before his games. Your his lucky charm. Kinda smuty not really and little but of feels at the end. It’s pretty fluffy. No use of y/n and little to no description

Warnings: Bucky, hockey players, smutish, make outs, feelings, fluff, lemme know if any warnings need to be added

Event: @buckybarnesevents june-iverse

A/n here is another unedited not pre read fic I wrote. It will probably suck but I signed up for the June iverse so I feel compelled to finish it.

A big part of sports was the rituals people held. It may be a pair of socks they never clean maybe a certain food or song. whatever it was most people were very protective of that ritual. And James was just like everyone else he had his ritual. But he knew he was the only one to have this specific ritual cause that was you.

It started a few months after he finally asked you out. You were both sitting in the locker room before a game, he pulled you onto his lap and held you in a heavy make-out session. Tongues and teeth smashing against each other. Hips grinding on the others acting desperate the years worth of tension that built while you were both ‘just friends’ still hadn’t been released.

The coach had come in calling Bucky out for the game before you could get anywhere. He played with such eagerness to get back to you that he brought his team to victory just so he could get back to you.

And ever since that one game he always has you on his lap before the game so he has the motivation and fight to win the game, and not let it go into overtime just so he could get back to you and finish what he started.

You were his whole world and everything he did revolved around you. He didn’t know if it was too early to tell you he loved you but he sure as hell was in love with you.

Throughout the whole game, he would take peeks up at you sitting in the stands cheering him on to victory. The way you looked wearing one of his jerseys got him going in a way he couldn’t explain. He just couldn’t wait to get back to you.

When the third period came to an end he hurried off the ice, ignoring the teasing from his team. All of them knew just how smitten he is for you and they love to tease him about it. But when it comes to you he would endure all the mocking the world has to offer.

The moment he comes out of the locker room you attach yourself to him. Guiding his lips down to yours and pulling him down an empty hallway. Not able to wait until you got home. You had been waiting over an hour and a half for his game to end. Sure you enjoyed watching him on the ice, it did something to you. But you only had so much patience before you need to feel him.

You both stumbled a bit further down the hall and around a slight corner. Bucky placed his hands on either side of your face and leaned you against the wall. His were warm against your skin as he guided them downwards. Even his metal one was warmer than usual.

They followed the path down your body slowly pulling his jersey up your stomach and gaining him access to more of you. His left hand trailed around back and tapped the back of your thigh wanting you to jump up for him. You followed immediately.

You could feel him pushing against the inside of your thigh. And you knew that this was only the start of a very long night. And you couldn’t wait.

-

By the time you finally got home, you were both exhausted. You stumbled into buckys small flat and flipped the lights on adorning the house in a soft yellow glow. You took his bag from his hands and went to go clean his stuff when he kept hold of his bag not allowing you to pull away from him. His blue eyes searched you as you both stood there in the dim light. The silence was heavy as he continued to look deeply at you. He opened his mouth seemingly about to say something before he was interrupted by a loud ‘meeeeorw’ the volume of the screech not at all matching his cat's small size.

“I think Alpine is hungry” you giggle. Taking the opportunity to pull his bag from his grip. Walking it to his laundry room.

You could hear Bucky in the other room filling up the cat bowl as you threw some of his sweaty clothes in the washer. A silence made you turn around and you faced Bucky leaning against the door frame. He sighed and held his hand out to pull you up.

“I’ve been trying to find the right time to tell you,” he muttered. Letting the words hang in the air. A brutal wave of sickness washed over you. A panicked spiral hit you. Bucky seemed to notice cause he placed his hands on either side of your cheeks and held eye contact. “hey look at me doll, it’s nothing bad, damn it I’m bad at this.” He rambled a bit before he returned his sharp blue eyes to yours. “I love you, sweets. I think I always have but I’ve been so damn scared you would feel the same. And I get if you do but I just wanted to ask you first if you’d be my girlfriend.”

His words swirled in your head till they made sense and you eagerly nodded your head.

“Oh James, I love you too.” Was all you were able to get out in a breathless pant before both your lips attached once again. This time with less of that pent-up tension and more sensual but needy feelings behind it. The night was almost over and the day was starting to break but you knew you wouldn’t be finishing your long day off with sleep. It was going to be full of James. Or well you were going to be at least

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I've been rewatching early C2 while procrastinating my finals (lol) and every time I watch Fjord disguise himself as the old man to trick the crownsguard in episode 4 I just get hit with this wave of "God Fjord is such a good character" + "God Travis is such a good PLAYER!!" That was really the moment that I latched onto Fjord as my C2 favourite. Do you have any specific early day moments that made you appreciate Fjord in a similar way??

It's a gooood moment. Fjord had me from the first "Thank you. Appreciate that.", so I don't quite have any latched on moments from early on.

One of my favorite early moments that I love SO much in this way is when Fjord goes to check up on Ren Sutan in 2.16, following the Knights of Requital business. He visits the clinic disguised under Mask of Many Faces a nondescript man (with a Sean Connery voice, lmfao), but dropping mention of the Myriad caused the clerk to fetch the Crownsguard, so Fjord just turns and recasts to look like a random woman. The Crownsguard just run straight past him, and he watches them search for him for a moment before walking off.

I just really loved the thought to double back for Ren and the use of the ability to cast Disguise Self at will. He failed to accomplish what he was there for, but I thought it was all very smooth.

I also really liked his "do not be a coward in this moment" with Horris in 2.13 and his insistence that Horris finish the job he started. And the way Fjord starts walking off when the group is slow to come to a decision about Thuron bc he's made his mind up that he will not personally kill him—I liked that too for how it pushes the table to make their decision rather than dithering about it in a way that was rather weightless.

Fjord's card game with the Gentleman is also always a good moment. Jester and Fjord talking in the morning in 2.02, the "hey-o-hey" scene is also very good. Fjord playfully echoing it, and Fjord and Jester making plans themselves to find out what's happening between themselves, before they start considering who else will come with them. There's something very easy and sweet there about Fjord that's really great in the context of what he's trying to be in the early campaign.

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Opposite Ends

Chapter Twelve | My girl

C1 | C2 | C3 | C4 | C5 | C6 | C7 | C8 | C9 | C10 | C11 | C13 pt 1 | C13 pt 2 |

Chapter Thirteen pt 1 is out now, enjoy Sunflowers x 🌻

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter word count | 10 K Word Count

Chapter warnings | Light smut, vivid violent description

Authors Note | I literally had to go into work off shift to use my computer for this :( I'm really hating not having my laptop rn *cries violently* - anyways, I hope you enjoy it ;)

As always, any & all comments/reblogs are most appreciated - Thankyou, P. x 🌿

Y/N | March 1986

Drowning.

It was the only word I could think, the only thought that flashed through my mind as I swirled deeper under the crushing wave of darkness.

I’d drowned once before.

I was a freshman, and as someone who had recently joined the cheer team, I’d been invited to the exclusive end of year party as the upper classmen celebrated their impending freedom of adulthood. 

An endless supply of warm beers hand been handed out amongst the rest of my squad as we lounged around the water’s edge of Lovers Lake, sunbathing, and drinking in the looming enjoyment of finishing another year of school.  As the sun set deeper behind the horizon, and I sunk deeper into my cup, the idea of joining the older boys screaming in glee as they jumped off the nearby cliff face, seemed better and better the more my head clouded from the alcohol.

As I’d stumbled up to the rock face, spilling the dark liquor from my red cup as unseen hoots cheered me on in the nearing darkness, I’d hesitated on the crumbling edge as I peered into the intimidating depths below. A wolf whistle had distracted me, and I’d lost my balance, slipping off the slanted rock face and spiralling into cold water. I hadn’t felt it at the time, but I’d smacked the soft flesh of my forehead into the sharp jagged rock as I’d tumbled off it, the blood and my hair blinded my vision as I plunged into the freezing abyss.

The silence was deafening as I over spun, kicking out against the heavy water. It was too dark and suffocating to tell which way was up, the fall had knocked away what little breath I’d had in me and the hit to my head had disorientated me further than the alcohol already had, as the panic set in, smothering blackness wavered in my blurred vision. Every nerve ending in my body was screaming for some sort of relief as the darkness won out.

As I came to, relieved laughs had been yelled far too close to my ear as someone wrenched me up right and smacked my back to bring up at least half of the lake up out of my lungs, as I sat shivering on the cold sand surrounded by drunk seniors, someone else slapped a fresh beer into my shaking hands and gave me a thumbs up. I’d tried to hide my terror behind a hesitant sip.

But the violent fear that choked me as I nearly drowned, was nothing compared the thrill of trepidation that floored me now.

I was vaguely aware, through the layers of thick haze, of large, warm pulsing fingers pressing painfully into my arms and shaking me roughly. It was dark when I opened my eyes, eerily as the darkness pushed in on me from all sides. Something unnatural that lingered in the air sent an electrified tingle up my spine as I shivered, slowly turning in a whole circle as I stared out into the blackness. The pressure of the unseen pair of hands was still there but lessening as a ringing screeched through my ears.

My breathing hastened as heavy footsteps echoed from all corners in my vision, fighting against the loaded clock chimes that sounded in the distance. I swung my head around wildly as tears sprung to my eyes and my entire body shook on the edge. Terror froze me to the spot as my name reverberated through my skull, silent but deafening as it was spoken into my mind, pounding into the soft flesh behind my aching eyes.

I gasped and snapped my eyes shut as an image of the ‘flayed’ me shot across the distant void space in front of me, crawling backwards on her snapped knees and hands. Even though those that had actually fallen victim to the fleshy monster, hadn’t exactly been so grotesque in real life, my nightmares, and paranoid feelings towards what happened last summer, manifested in the horrors that plagued me during my waking hours until they appeared more terrifying than anything that the Upside Down could spit out at us.

I know what you are

Like my name, the animalistic growl didn’t speak out loud but rather to me, straight into my soul as if it had unwarranted access to parts of me I’d hidden even from myself. I wanted to scream as I felt the unfamiliar presence lap at the festering sores in my mind, tearing through them until it found one it liked and put it on display for me to relive.

I’ve seen you. The real you

My breathing turned to gasps as I felt it move behind me, its presence felt larger than a skyscraper as the world around me as I knew it, changed. If it hadn’t been plaguing me since the fire, I would have thought the scene around me was an actual memory.

As it was, it was my dream – or more accurately, nightmare – that had ruled my life and every decision since it had first woken me with a petrified scream. Billy was spread wide as the monsters’ sharp tentacles stabbed in and through his torso, soaking his white sleeveless shirt with gut wrenching crimsons stains. A chorus of agonized screams erupted from the distance, and as I recognised my own amongst them, my stomach turned.

Too much.

As Billy’s own dying scream rained painfully down on me, my eyes travelled along the length of the deadly monster arms, shivering as I watched them come closer and disappear behind me.

No not behind me, from me.

Before the nightmare could completely take on its usual cruel twist, I snapped my eyes shut and spun around as I watched blue eyes melt into deep brown ones, short wavy hair growing out into long curls and Billy’s taught muscles deflating into lean skinner ones.

It was all too much. Not him. Please Not him.

I wasn’t sure when my begging became available for anyone but my own previously safe thoughts, but the creature responded.

I’m coming for you

For a split second, black rage overpowered the crippling fear as the reminder of what I had to fight for, what I would never stop fighting for replayed through my mind.

The warm embrace of Eddie’s laughter, his sweet secret smile as he handed me my mix tape, the first night he’d snuck into my home, his fragrant, intoxicating scent that was signature to him only, the day at his house when he’d hesitated on the word that I’d been waiting to hear for months – it all flashed through me in a moment like a movie reel of the happiest moments of my life.

But even that wasn’t enough to hold me from shattering into pieces as I turned to face whatever terror haunted me. 

A humanoid monster with black skin and movable vines that protrude from its entire body, resembling a desiccated corpse missing imperative parts of its body, was covered in distinctly creepy details —veiny skin, jagged edges, toothy appendages.

My stomach rolled and my knees buckled, I wasn’t strong enough to form the words out loud, but whatever psychic connection allowed it into my mind, seemed to work the other way.

What do you want?  The scream was impressively deafening inside the walls of my skull pounding with blood. It cocked its scaly head to the side as its dead eyes appraised me, it’s tone almost – but not quite – cordial.

I want you. To join me

Its words didn’t make sense as they jumbled my thoughts, but the monster took my silence for defiance, and it turned angry. It raised a large, deformed hand as its claws inched towards my face, tilting my head back as its sharp nails pinned against the sides it. My breathing became laboured, inhaling the rotting stench of its flaky skin as it stepped closer.

Max might have escaped me this time, but I’ve got you

I choked out puffs of breath as I was lifted to the balls of my feet, my eyes rolling back as excruciating pain set my network of nerves throughout my entire body on fire.

I’m coming for everybody

Its slimy hand crowded my vision as the mixed faces of my loved ones and fleeting memories spurred past, mixing in with the awful end that rushed towards me like a freight train.

I’m coming for him

Eddie.

My Eddie. The danger was here with me, and Eddie wasn’t. The safest place for him. I’d always known I’d die at the cursed hands of Hawkins, ever since I’d first been told about the upside down, deep down, I knew.

As certain death – or something heinously horrendous that the thought made me violently ill – loomed ever closer, I expected regret and anguish over not being able to fulfill childhood dreams, or fear at the unknown or remorse over unsaid words to those that meant more than anything.

But all I felt was a warm, comforting peace as I let my eyes flutter close and succumbed to the pretence of the only thing that brought me consolation.

Because maybe in the end, I got what I wanted.

I got Eddie.

And a short life lived with him was worth a thousand times more than any lengthy one devoid of his warmth and goodness.

I dug deep through walls of stone to dredge up the feelings I had vaulted away after I’d sworn to myself to protect him, I’d fought as far as I could, it was up to our friends now to save him.

For whatever remained of my life, I would spend it with him.

A soft smile played on the corner of my mouth as the feeling of Eddie’s strong hands wrapped around me, came back into focus.

My headache pounded heavier than ever before but like he always had, Eddie’s soft voice broke through the gurgling from deep within the chest of the monster and I tightened my eyes, focusing on the sweet octaves of Eddie’s voice as it wove through the sonnet of my favourite song. My smile deepened because I knew bliss must be close, he’d never sung it to me before – I doubted Eddie had paid much attention to learn it off by heart as he struggled to keep an interest in genres’ he wasn’t super passionate about.

Even though he loved teasing me about my ‘awful music taste’ he’d still let me listen to it in his van sometimes when he’d drive us home from school, and that’s how I must have imagined him singing it now because this surely was my own figment.

I scowled as Eddie’s hands tightened painfully around my middle, shaking me against something solid as the beauty of the song reaching its peak was interrupted by panic seeping into his voice, my name laced and dripping in sheer terror as his urgency broke through the veil.

“Y/N” My neck snapped back painfully as Eddie’s hands moved to my shoulders and shook me beneath his pinching fingers, slamming me against his chest as sweat dripped off his brow.

I collapsed against his quivering frame as my legs betrayed me, feeling the last vibrating hum leave his centre as his singing ceased and a relieved gasp left his lips. I slammed my eyes shut as a wave of nausea washed over me, breathing in the earthy scent of him as I buried my face against the soft fabric of his shirt, heaving sobs began to make me shake as I clasped my fingers around the collar of his shirt.

Eddie crushed me to him as hysterical cries ripped out of my throat, switching to a desperate plea of his name as he traced a careful touch up and down my back, muttering into my ear over and over that I was okay.

“It’s alright, I’ve got you.” He pressed a messy kiss to the sweaty strands of hair plastered to the side of my head, pulling back slightly but tightening his hold around me. Panic was flamed in the taught lines of his forehead as his eyes searched mine, I tried to keep them guarded as I focused on evening my breathing, not ready or wanting to tell him what I’d seen, concentrating on the surreal feeling of being back grounded in the boat house and away from grey decaying monsters, seemingly – at least for the moment - alive.

A flurry of high-pitched words screamed through the casted aside walkie, making me jump in fright under Eddie’s firm hold. He crouched down between us to snatch it off the weathered floorboards beneath us, bringing it close to his lips as he answered Steve’s hurried question.

“She’s okay, I’ve got her.” Eddie stepped closer as he wrapped his arm around my waist, his concerned dark eyes boring into mine. “Yeah, I thought to so, my singing wasn’t exactly oscar worthy, but I guess it worked enough.” He shot me a half smirk that made my heart flutter, even under the heavy threat of imminent danger and death, Eddie’s natural carefree attitude still didn’t fail to place a small shaky smile on the corner of my lips.

The warmth radiating from him burned into my side comfortably as I clenched my fingers harder into the fabric resting against his chest, refusing to let go of him as he rubbed small circles against my back. The very real feeling of him caused a last slow sob to bubble in my throat as my eyes burned with fresh tears.

How could I keep him safe?

It wasn’t a question anymore, I’d felt what it would be like to lose him, I wasn’t willing to be a risk to Eddie’s safety for much longer. I smashed my lips together as he glanced back down at me to hide my thoughts as my resolve hardened.

His eyes flickered across the slight waves bobbing above the surface in the hole of the middle of the room, following the movement as he listened intently to Steve, his tone had turned apologetic.

“No, it’s okay man. You guys take care of Max, we’re good here.” Even after everything that had happened in the past few days, everything that Eddie had seen and been told, he’d accepted me back into the pattern of ‘we’ just as easy as I’d fallen into it.

His eyes softened as I reached up to caress the stubble of his jaw line, swallowing the lump in my throat as I pushed away the thoughts that ate at me, Eddie caught my hand as it brushed past his cheek, holding it to his nose as he inhaled against my tingling skin.

“You’re pale.” He broke away suddenly, linking his fingers through mine as he tugged me off from where we both leaned against the back wall. Only then, as my head swam dangerously and my eyes crossed, did I realise how weak and fragile I felt. Eddie ran his eyes over me doubtfully, in a flash he swung my arm that he still had in his grip, over his shoulders as he wrapped his free hand around my waist to pull me close.

Eddie ignored my protest as he herded me towards the slightly ajar door, nudging it open with the toe of his dirty sneakers.

“We have to stay hidden Eds.” I raised a trembling hand to shield my eyes from the sudden onslaught of the blaring sun.

“You need to eat something” He fixed his grip on me as he practically half carried half dragged me up the uneven slope towards the darkened doorstep of Reefer Ricks house.

I shook my head as another rush of nausea passed over me at the thought of what Eddie considered ‘food’.

“Water then.” He argued, flashing a worried look at me as the rest of the blood drained from my face and I lolled heavily against him.

Eddie | March 1986

The back door of Rick’s place that led down to the waterfront of Lovers Lake, banged against the panelled wall loudly. I shot y/n a quick glance at where she laid peacefully against the aged pillows of the rickety couch before rushing over to snap the door shut slowly, cringing as it creaked out into the morning air. I spied a couple of elderly neighbours swaying lazily on a rusty fishing boat in the middle of the glistening water, nursing their poles as they glanced over in our direction. My hand hesitated on the door handle as jealously floored me, what I would have given to be enjoying the weekend in a similar fashion, as opposed to harbouring as a fugitive for a crime I did not commit.

The reminder had me slinking away from the door and pulling the curtains shut tighter to avoid drawing anymore attention, dousing us back in filtered darkness as dust particles swirled in the sunlight that snuck through the slack in the window curtains. Her breath fanned across the pillow where she had her hands stuck under her chin, her lips falling apart in a relaxed pout as I leaned against the doorframe to watch her.

It was silent for a moment before a muted moan reverberated in the space between us, I froze as I waited for another to confirm I hadn’t imagined it. After a long held in breath, y/n muttered again.

My name.

My dull heart ached as my stomach churned, was she dreaming of me? In the months I’d spent with her in my arms, she’d never once spoken in her sleep. I wondered now if it was a pleasant dream, doubtful considering the horrors we’d both suffered over the past few days, but a man could dream to, right?

Her hand shot out across the grizzly fabric to clench around thin air as her brows knotted together.

“Eddie…mmm. M’sorry.” A mixture of anguish and affection rushed through me, rooting me to the spot as I waited for more. I’d been wrong and angry the first night when I yelled at her that she wasn’t who I thought she was, because truthfully it didn’t matter to me that she’d lied, in her own opinion, to protect me, deep down at her core she was good and kind and selfless, my girl.

Nothing she ever did or anything that happened would ever stop her from being my girl.

I jolted as she shivered, spurring across the space between us with light, hurried footsteps to tug up the withered blanket that pooled around her waist to tuck up over her shoulders. She smiled and sighed my name once more in content, like she sensed me near as she bundled down gratefully under the covers.

I brushed the stray hair from her eyes, letting the warmth of her breath send a longing shiver up my spine as I forcibly tore my hand away from her, arguing with myself that right now wasn’t an appropriate time to give into my more basic urges. I spun on my heels and headed to the barren kitchen to play house husband as a distraction.

The top draw clattered as I wrenched it open a little too roughly, my frustration seeping through as my male needs distracted me. I slammed it closed in annoyance as it revealed only rusted metal utensils and moved on to the cupboards beneath.

“Nope.” I muttered under my breath as I snapped those closed as well, the overhead shelf above the oven homed dusty cans of mixed soups and pastas. I snorted as I pictured y/n’s face when I presented her with a bowl of mushed food with absolutely zero nutrients.

“You’ll do.” I muttered as I snatched a cylinder of ‘SpaghettiOs’ and slammed down a semi clean pot onto the top of the stove, turning up the gas to high heat. It sloshed around in the metal as I bit my tongue between my teeth in concentration, no reason this shouldn’t be the best on-the-run meal y/n had ever had. She was sitting cross legged against the couch pillows as she rubbed her eyes sleepily when I sauntered back into the living room, balancing the two shared bowls of the food in one hand as I brought the walkie to my mouth in the other. I glanced away as she stretched her arms above her head with a yawn, the thin fabric of her shirt exposing the dip just before her pant line, a different kind of hunger churning within me.

She looked up with a with a sheepish smile and accepted the bowl I handed her without complaint, mouthing the word ‘thankyou’ as I spoke.

“Hey, Dustin, this is Eddie the banished and your sister with her mister, you there?” The radio clicked out as y/n let out an small, amused giggle, slurping up the food with haste. I tried not to let my relief show too much at the fact she seemed much better than yesterday, looking far more alive at least.

Silence

“Dustin, can you hear me?” The spoon froze in her hand as her eyes flashed up to meet mine and I turned on the spot, trying not to let the lack of a response send me into a panic.

“Dustin?” I dragged out, my chewing slowing as my stomach dropped, y/n let her spoon clatter against her bowl loudly.

“Earth to Dustin?” The walkie crackled promisingly.

Hey it’s Nancy

“Wheeler! Hey.” I shouted back happily, a little loudly as y/n winced. I switched the walkie to my other hand as I strutted over to the window, peering out into the blinding sun that filtered through the leaves of the swaying trees.

“Um, we’re gonna need a food delivery.” I glanced down at the mushy carbohydrates at the edges of my bowl as my stomach growled in distain, y/n shared a similar displeased look as she set her own half eaten meal on the coffee table in front of her.

“Like really soon, unless you want me going out into the world.” My empty threat was cut off as Nancy’s voice flowed back through and y/n shot me a frustrated glare.

No. No, no, no. Don’t do that. Stay where you guys are, and we’ll be there as soon as we can.

“Yeah yeah. Listen, um… can you pick me up a six-pack?” The couch groaned in protest as y/n rolled her eyes and shot up from it, coming to stand beside me.

“I know it’s stupid as shit, drinking right now.” My words were meant for y/n as her shorter frame stood flush against my chest to stare up angrily at me.

“But a cold beer would really calm my jangled nerves.” Y/n hung her head back as I smirked at her.

Hey, I’m gonna have to call you back.

“No don’t you dare- Wheeler? Wheeler?” Y/n shot me her own gleeful look as the line cut out and my face screwed up.

“You really think drinking right now is a good idea, Eddie?” She cocked an eyebrow at me as she sighed, crossing her arms. I gulped and looked away from her as she pushed her breasts up even closer to my face, my cheeks reddened as my eyes flashed back down without my permission.

“I think it’s a great idea y/n.” And truth be told I did, I could think of a hundred different ways a night of drinking with y/n could end right now, and I was a happy man in all of them.

She sighed and smacked my chest lightly like she knew was I was thinking. “I’m gonna take a much-needed shower.” I clenched my jaw as I watched her hips sway as she disappeared around the corner, trying very hard and failing, to keep my thoughts away from her as I heard the creaking tap turn on and the steaming water rushing down against the floor of the bathtub. With a grunt I turned away and readjusted my jeans against the growing pressure inside of them.

The sun was setting, making the frayed ancient furniture of Reefer Ricks living room look like it was on fire as they shone in the orange glow. I had my back pressed against the far wall across from where y/n sat cross legged again on the couch, absentmindedly toying with the hem of her jacket as she stared out the dirt crusted window above the kitchen.

I could watch her for hours like this, semi relaxed as she was lost in her own thoughts, unaware of anything else around her. She chewed on her bottom lip hard enough to make me jealous as a flash of anger flared in her eyes and her hand came away with threads of fabric she’d torn from her jacket.

She glanced up to meet mine as a laugh slipped past my tight lips, shaking my head as I flicked a non-existent speck of dust at her.

“I just hate this. The waiting.” She half growled, launching up to the middle of the floor as she wrapped her arms around herself, unsure what she was hoping for. She glared daggers at the silent walkie sitting on the coffee table between us.

“So impatient.” I grinned, loud enough for her to hear me but she ignored my teasing.

“It’s almost night, and their last update was hours ago. They should have found something at the creel house by now.” She let her arms hang by her side limply as she pouted again.

“No news is good news.” She sighed at my cryptic response, scowling at me as I held my hands up in innocence.

“We have to do something Eddie, we can’t just sit here and wait for the danger to come and find us. It’s too open here.” Her eyes filled with a distant look as she moved to the window, gripping the ledge of it as she peered into the encasing darkness like the monster was out there lurking right now. Hell, maybe it was.

I leant forward slightly, pulling the full bottle of whiskey that I found rummaging through Ricks nightstand like a creep, from behind my back, letting it balance on my knee as I cleared my throat. I half expected a snarky comment or disappointed shake of her head, but y/n’s face was blank as she considered my offer.

“Fuck it.” With quick strides she crossed the thin carpet, snatching the bottle from between my fingers and folding herself down next to me. I watched her from the corner of my eye, pressing my lips together as she pushed into my side to make herself comfortable as she stretched her legs. My skin beneath my jacket burned from where she’d rubbed into me.

“Easy there sweetheart.” I smiled, reaching out for the bottle as she tipped it back dangerously.

“I think I’m old enough to say when I’ve had enough Munson.” She snapped, flexing her hands wrapped around the lip of it as she glanced at me like I had razor teeth. Her face was filled with unrelenting fear as she relived something I was not privy to.

“That’s not why, I just want some left over for me.” I flashed an uneasy grin as I waited for her to laugh at my joke, the sweet sound didn’t tinkle into the air, but the corners of her lips did lift and as palmed it off to me.

We sat in a loaded silence for a few minuets as we passed it back and forth, watching the shadows crawl across the floor and wiping our mouths on the backs of our hands as we shivered at the burning liquid dripping down our throat. I held out as long as I could before the muted sounds drove me crazy, with the warm tingling of the alcohol finally kicking in and filling me with a new confidence, I broke the thin wall between us.

“You know, this is usually a lot better with games.” I held up the now half empty bottle in the dwindling light as she scoffed.

“Games? Like what?” She humoured me and offered a small smile as she nudged my shoulder with her own, it sent a thrilling zap up my arm.

“Well, how about truth for truth?” I let my eyes drop as hers became guarded.

“I’ve never heard of that game.” Her tone was even warier than her face as she took a hesitant sip.

“I just invented it.” I shrugged, that earned me a booming laugh as she shook out her hair, her cheeks reddening.

“Okay fine. You first.” She insisted.

“What happened with Carver?” I held my breath as I waited for her response, suddenly unsure if I wanted to hear her answer.

Her reply was quick and flowed easy like someone telling the truth, like she was reciting a fact rather than creating a story. “After I was in the bathroom, I had to leave. Clear my head. Him and his team found me after the game, walking laps on the field. I thought it would help clear my head. It didn’t. Anyways when they offered me their celebratory drinks, I figured if fresh air wouldn’t do the trick, getting blind drunk probably would.” I shook my head at her, not knowing what I was more pissed at.

“You looked like a mess when I found you.” The words slipped past without permission, and my stomach clenched painfully as she glanced at me with knowing pity.

“I’d tripped like a hundred times. Pretty hard to see through the tears Ed.”

“Carver’s a dick and a liar.” She promised, sitting forward so I was forced to look at her. Something further released inside of me, relaxing me to the point that breathing no longer took effort. The bottle went slack in my hand resting against my leg as she glanced up expectantly at me through her thick lashes.

“What do you wanna know?”

“Chrissy… you said it was just drugs, was that true? Nothing happened between the two of you?” I’d wanted to scoff at her, be angry with her for thinking so little of me and that I could have moved on so fast and easily, but as I glared back down at her I could see my fault, because as new tears brimmed in her eyes and her lips quivered, anguish washed over me at the fact that if there was ever a doubt in her mind, then I had clearly failed in showing y/n how much she meant to me.

I slid the bottle into her hands so I could reach up to cup her cheeks between my stern fingers, holing her with a feather light touch, being ever so careful not to break her as I turned her face towards mine.

“It’s you. It’s only ever been you. It’s only ever going to be you.”

The tears overflowed and ran down her pink cheeks as her eyes fluttered closed. I let the rough tip of my fingers wipe away the stray drop that met the corner of her lips, wishing it was my touch on her mouth instead but not wanting to push it too far. I’d seen and touched intimate parts of y/n that she never would, but still I felt like I had to start from the beginning. My lips had just formed around the question when she pulled back sharply, sniffling, and wiping her nose with a humourless laugh, bringing the bottle back to her lips.

I let my hands fall back to my lap as I watched them clench.

“On the field.” She cut me off, spinning to the side and sloshing some of the dark liquid down her front, she barely noticed as she faced me with a frenzied, pleading look.

“It killed me, Eddie. To say those things, I know I already sort of explained this, but I need you to know. I – I…” She sighed, leaning back and tilting her head against the wall as I sat up, wanting to rip the words from her mind as she held them back from me. I slipped her cold hand into mine as I traced a soft circle pattern against it. At my touch, her eyes flashed open again.

“You were the best thing that ever happened to me Eddie, it was like my life was this grey, meaningless repeat of the same day – no, nightmare – until you came along. Even when we weren’t friends – “She stumbled over the underestimation of the word as we both shared a knowing laugh, no doubt her mind flashing to same angry memories we shared over each other.

“My point is, nothing had any meaning before you Edward. You – you aren’t like anyone I’ve ever met, you’re good and kind and make me laugh and I’ve never felt safer than when I’m with you.” She choked up slightly as my throat burned, unable to meet her eyes as her words made my heart sing and practically leap out of my chest. She took another long chug of the whiskey like she needed it to continue.

“I never meant to hurt you or lie to you or drag you into all of this.” She gestured her hand widely around the empty room, staring daggers like this Vecna character was lurking in the shadows behind the couch.

 “I think I kind of got myself into this one y/n.” I scoffed, taking my own deep scull as I shook my head with self-deprecation as y/n trembled with anger.

“No Eddie, it’s me. I would have dragged you into this at some point or another. I’m cursed.” I knotted my brows together and readied myself to argue before she shot to her knees, tossing away the bottle as she kneeled in front of me and trapped my face between her hands.

“But I promise, I swear to you on everything that after we get out of this... I’m never going to put you in danger again.” Her face shone with, albeit, a more fiercer look than the one she had on when we met in the woods near school and I’d planned to sneak over to her home for the first time, but the trace of bad news still brewed under her pretty features, exactly like last time.

I couldn’t do it, not again, I wasn’t losing her again. Not after I just got her back.

With her pupils blown wide and her lips parted as her sweet, alcohol filled breath washed over me as her chest heaved in the dim light, I couldn’t help myself.

“Can I kiss you?”

Y/N | March 1986

After coming face to face with what was stalking me, threating everyone I loved and killing teenage Hawkins High students, it wasn’t a hard decision as I realised what needed to happen to keep Eddie safe, what I’d always known but just chosen out of selfishness to ignore.

Eddie would be in danger for as long as I was apart of his life, pretending that I didn’t love him and trying to stay away of my own accord, had failed. He’d been dragged into it all anyway. The others, my brother, Steve, and Robin, it wasn’t the same, most of them knew about the upside before I had, we were past the point of return of trying to save ourselves.

But it wasn’t too late for Eddie.

I knew what I had to do, but that thought didn’t make it any easier as I physically felt my heart slice into delicate pieces as my resolve hardened.

It’s why I didn’t hesitate as Eddie’s intimate and soft-spoken question hung in the heavy air between us. If I didn’t plan on letting my presence besmirch Eddie’s life for much longer, then I figured I may as well indulge myself right now while I still could, my throat closed around my answer painfully as the thought how much more it was going to hurt after this hit me like a boulder.

I nodded as the heat rose to my cheeks, gasping as Eddie’s hands wrapped around my thighs and pulled me into his lap. He gripped the sides of my face as I tried to crush myself to him, breathing in deeply as a whine built in my throat, his thumb ran over my cheekbone as he sweetly and softly brought his lips to mine, moulding against me with hurried intent as I responded with a moan, melting against the hard lines of his chest.

A mixture of salty tears that belonged to both of us helped our lips glide together easily as I ripped my mouth away from his, moving to the soft under skin of his jaw as he moaned my name, twisting his hands in my hair as I bit at his neck, trapping, and suckling at the skin until I left raw marks in the shape of my mouth, making Eddie shudder beneath my touch.

I felt his excitement grow as a pressure struggled against his jeans and his cheeks filled with embarrassment, avoiding my eyes as I pressed my smiling mouth against his exposed collar bone.

“First time?” I teased, rocking my hips down onto his hard cock.

“I just don’t want to push this – you.” He clenched his jaw under my touch but tightened his hands along my hips as they rocked back and forth, locking away his emotions as his guarded stare met mine, a rant of unsaid words glaring behind his heavy brows.

My heart clenched as I read the pain behind his eyes, even now after all of the reassurance and mounds of begging for forgiveness, my words on the field still stung deep.

Without breaking my eyes from his, I wrapped my hand around his wrist and guided his fingers under the fabric between my legs, a satisfying shiver rolling through me as his lips parted and his eyes visibly widened at the wetness there, all for him.

“I want you.” The sultry demand was dripping and laced with need as we both clashed together, all tongue and teeth, as pure desire overpowered me. Our moans and sounds of flesh smacking together could have burned holes through the walls as I threw my head back, loosing myself in the feeling of Eddie’s fingers working away at my release, his soft finger tip flicking faster over my clit as the moans tumbling from my mouth became shorter and quicker.

I shot up from Eddie’s lap like an electric current had zapped us both apart as the close sound of doors slamming broke through our heavy breathing, we were to distracted in the feeling of each other’s’ bodies and missed the growing sound of their engine.

Eddie shoved past me in panic as he vaulted himself over the back of the couch as he gripped at the window, cowering beneath the sill as he tried to stay hidden. His hands – reflecting slightly in the setting sun from my slick that coated his fingers – flexed angrily as he swore.

I was still frozen on the floor, half turned as I leant up from the floor. My blood ran cold as Eddie spun back to me with a frenzied look in his eyes, his face still flushed as the dark marks from my teeth showed no sign of fading along his neck.

My stomach lurched as Eddie ripped me to my feet, pushing his hand against my lower back to urge me forward as I planted myself and demanded an explanation.

“Carver and his cronies.” Eddie choked out, unyielding terror beginning to seep through his voice, the urge to protect him overwhelmed me but he was staring down at me with panic and concern like his safety was the last of his concerns, he had swerved in front of me to shield me with his chest, blocking me from view of the window as his fingers dug in painfully.

“Boat shed.” Eddie half growled, fed up with my icy hesitation as he dragged me across the quicky darkening living room floor towards the back door, my stomach dropped as I spotted Jason, Andy and Patrick storming down the uneven brick stairs straight towards where we were scarcely hidden, menacing crowbars swinging at their sides as they flexed their hands around the cold metal.

My worst fear was dressed in black tie, it looked like the inevitable man hunt had originated at a funeral. From the deranged, lifeless look in Jason’s eye’s, it seemed they had finally put what remained of Chrissy, to rest.

The alcohol that had warmly clouded my thoughts before, tangled my feet together as pure adrenaline shot through me and tightened my muscles, a metallic taste swirled on my taste buds as I roughly shoved at the back of Eddie’s jacket, yelling out a stream of profanities in a hushed tone as I tried to figure out a plan. He flattened himself to the side as he shoved open the creaking wire door, touching my lower back lightly as I shot out past him and down the stairs, slowing down at the water’s edge as I turned back to make sure he’d kept up with me. I flinched as his closeness caught me off guard, blocking out the slim slither of light that peaked through the curtains of the swaying tree branches.

“Shit shit shit, what are we gonna do?” I screeched, pressing my face into my hands as I considered our options. Eddie pulled out the walkie from inside of his vest, and I let out a deep relieved sigh that he’d had the forethought to grab it.

My stomach rolled as I watched the dark shadows pass the dirty windows of Ricks place, chewing at my raw nail beds as I sent a prayer out to anyone that might hear it that we wouldn’t be noticed anytime soon, I crouched down next to Eddie as the wind picked up and he brought the walkie to his mouth, spit flying between his teeth as he clenched his jaw.

“Hey Dustin, you there?” My teeth chattered and I jolted, burrowing down further against Eddie as clanging resounded out from the open front door of Ricks place.

“You remember us, right?” The radio line dropped out with a crunch as we were met with stone cold silence.

“We might be in a bit of trouble here. Wheeler? Anybody?!” He slammed the antenna down angrily as my eyes slipped past him to an aged fishing boat that barely looked big enough to hold one person. My nails dug into the leather of Eddie’s jacket as he followed my stare and nodded, shaking under my touch as he waved his hand out for me to go first.

With a quick glance at the where Jason and the others tore Ricks place apart as they searched for Eddie, I ran in quick little leaps across the wet grass, my shoulder burned as I let it reach out behind me, refusing to let go of him for even a second, afraid that without my eyes on him, he’d disappear into the oncoming darkness.

The water rippled against the head of the boat, making it sway and throb lightly as I lifted my leg to take a careful step, Eddie’s hand flashed out to support mine as I slipped against the wet metal flooring, helping me take a seat against the strip of wood baring down the middle of the boat. Dark stains splashed across Eddie’s jeans as he pushed us off from the shoreline, jumping in beside me as the boat rocked dangerously beneath us. I shivered into the night cold air as the fresh moonlight broke through the heavy clouds, shining a luminescent blue onto Eddie’s stressed face as he tried to form a smile and shoved a heavy oar into my hand.

I sucked in my cheeks and leant over the side, grimacing against the resistance as I dipped my paddle in the dark water and swung back, with Eddie’s combined strength we shot forward into deeper waters, rocking us in our seats.

I bit back a yell as an angry scream floated out across the lake’s surface, bouncing off the swaying trees the surrounded the edges. I watched a muscle in Eddie’s jaw clench and his eyes blow wide as we both spun around at the sound. Jason and the others were gathered on the shoreline, stripping off their clothes as they shouted out more profanities at the sight of us.

Eddie’s eyes snapped to mine for an instant before he shot up from the seat behind me to tear at the cord attached to the ancient motor.

I held my breath with him as his motions swayed us, ripples of miniature waves spiralling out from where drifted into larger circles.

Silence

“Come on, Fuck.” I gripped the wood besides my thigh painfully as Eddie swore under his breath, laughing at the dim hope I had that it would start. I glanced at the boys as they leant down to untie their laces, listening to Jason’s curt demands as he snapped at them and convinced them to swim out after us.

My legs shook like crazy as I stared at Eddie’s forearms tensing with each long, purposeful stroke as he spoke and begged to the engine like it wasn’t an inanimate object. I jumped to my feet as Jason ran towards to waterline, sending up loud splashes of water as his eyes trained on me, a revealing ferociousness flaring in them as his lips pulled back in a snarl.

Eddie’s sneakers kicked up and dislodged the layer of dirt the coated most of the surfaces as he flashed past me, yelling out a jumbled stream of directions as he didn’t pause for breath, shoving the oar back into my trembling hands as he leant over the helm, paddling furiously.

I was slow to join him as I refused to tear my eyes away from where Jason shot through the water with easy strokes like a shark as he closed in on us. A white foam filled the choppy waves that pulsed out from the boys naked chests.

“Eddie!” I cried out, stumbling away from the ledge of the boat as Jason’s pale arm reached for it.

Eddie shoved me the side roughly as he pushed forward, shielding me behind his shoulder as he brandished the dripping oar. “Hey stay back man, Stay back!” His eyes were unfamiliar to me as a rage filled strength seemed to overpower him.

All at once the water seemed to settle as a loaded silence filled the air in between our heavy breathing and slow laps of water slapped against the metal sides and the bright moon broke through the mixed clouds, shining down on the horrors beneath.

“Hey man we’ve almost got them.” Eddie’s arm lowered slightly like he already knew, the boat levelled beneath our feet as all sounds of the natural nature around us, vanished.

“Patrick?” Jason failing arms traced across the water as he shook out his hair and spat out accidently swallowed water. The younger and slower boy, Patrick, was gasping for breath as he swung his head around widely, his pupils blown wide as he searched for something that the rest of us couldn’t see or hear.

If I’d blinked, I would have missed it, Patrick’s head shot under the water entirely, disappearing under its black depths as the blank reflective surface calmed almost immediately. I turned to stare at Eddie to see my own panic and confusion reflected in his gaze as his eyes swept the water.

I shut out Jason’s shouts as my body tensed, the seconds ticking by at an agonizing pace as I waited for a glimpse of something. Cold droplets splashed against my cheek and damped my jeans as a roar echoed around us and Patricks body shot up from the water, hanging limply in the air with his eyes rolled back as Jason’s call died on his lips.

I didn’t need to see the colour drain from Eddie’s face or his muted gasp of ‘no’ to know that this was what he had struggled to describe about Chrissy as he held back tears. My stomach clenched as the first sickening snap rang in my ears before the boat lurched under me and Eddie’s back moved alarmingly closer to my face, slamming into me, and knocking my breath away as we both tumbled as one into the freezing water, plunging deeper as the cold bit into my skin and pounded on my ears, drowning out the next quick snaps as Patricks body dropped back into the lake a few paces from me. Through the air bubbles that ruptured around me as I kicked back towards the distorted image of the moon reflecting through the wavering surface, I watched the bloodied, empty eyes sockets and cracked slack jaw of Patrick disappear into the black water.

Eddie | March 1986

I had to remind myself to slow my pace again as y/n swiped a branch out of her way with a frustrated sigh, tripping over undergrown roots as she swore.

“Sorry.” I mumbled, stopping in my tracks, and reaching for her elbow as I held the low hung branch away from her scratched face. Her clothes were nearly dry now, same as mine save for my t-shirt plastered to my skin, hidden from the blaring sun under my leather jacket. We’d been walking – well running- all night, sweat dripping down the napes of our necks as we shared very few words between us. There was an alight moment after we’d dragged ourselves to the shoreline, soaked to the core and shivering against the mud before she nudged me, and we took off running before we stopped out of breath to figure out what the hell our next move was.

Y/n’s face had fallen as I patted my wet, empty jacket pockets, shaking my head with my lips pressed into a thin line as she asked about the walkie.

“I just got lost in my thoughts. I won’t go so fast.” I tried to muster up a small smile to soften my curt tone as she glanced up at me through heavy lashes, reaching up to squeeze my cheek as I let my eyes flutter close at her touch.

“I get it.” She murmured, tracing the thin membrane of skin across my cheekbone and across my nose, letting it rest at the corner of my mouth as my heartbeat raced.

Ridiculous, even here, on the run from supernatural monster alike, I couldn’t keep my thoughts off of her. The flash of Jason’s teammate body being snapped, burned behind my lids as I pulled away from her hand, running my own through my knotted locks as I spun away, looking up through the green canopy of treetops to the blaring blue sky as a flock of birds flew overhead. The woods were teeming with insect life as the groaning and ticking filled the silence between us as y/n chewed on the inside of her cheek.  

“We need to contact the others. Tell them what happened, find out what they know.” She just started to suggest sneaking into her place when she was cut off by a resounding screech and rock clutter that scared a squirrel scampering up the trunk of a nearby tree.  

“Come on.” My words were lost as I reached forward to take her warm hand in mine, linking our fingers as I dragged her through the tight woven branches behind me as I took off towards the tell tale sounds of a construction site, my idea taking root as a glimmer of hope twisted in my chest. I was back to square one, racing through the woods as I ran away from some unseen force that was snapping kids apart.

Except this time, I had y/n with me, and even though it shouldn’t have, because the thought made my chest warm and sent a sturdiness through me, I was grateful for it, but the stakes were higher this time. I might have had a sense of survival, but I would happily lay my life down for hers if it meant I could get her out of this.

I should have been the one putting on a brave face, coming up with ideas to save the day, but as she tightened her hand around mine and broadened her steps to keep up with me, her face full of determination, I couldn’t help being filled with awe.

I’d reverend her before, but seeing her like this now, lips parted as she panted, brows narrowed as her eyes darkened towards any sound that scurried underfoot. She was a force to be reckoned with, and for a moment, as her probing gaze met mine and the sunlight bounced across her face, deepening the colour of her eyes, I knew things would be okay as long as I had her with me.

I squeezed her fingers as the bush thinned, exposing piles of dust that clouded the hi-vis shirts of workmen that carried loads twice their weight and shouted back and forth at each other over the sounds of whirring machinery. I crouched down behind a berry bush, pulling her with me as I watched the movement of the construction crew dart between the open beams of the new building. There was a digger twice as tall as me and a port-a-potty close by, I shot down further into the shrubbery as a laugh echoed and beamed closer, one of the younger guys I vaguely recognised from the ‘Hideout’ had slung off his belt, leaving it along a bench as he went to relieve himself.

Before she could argue, I dropped y/n’s hand, shooting out into the open as my sneakers crunched against the gravel, with a quick look up at the group of men huddle around something in the middle of the concrete slab, groaning and rubbing their bald heads as some of them pulled their hats off on frustration. I bit down on my tongue as I freed the radio from its pocket, with a grin of success I took off running back to the woods, slamming into the portaloo as I stumbled. I left the angry, muffled shout of ‘hey’ from inside of it behind as y/n yanked me down beside her.

“Eddie!” She hissed, digging her nails in. “don’t do that again, you can’t just go rushing off.” She threw her hand around wildly before letting it fall to her lap as I held up the radio between us with a smirk.

“What’s the station?"

“Dustin, can you hear me? Wheeler?” I stared up at y/n’s slightly quivering form as we waited for a hopeful response. I’d offered her a seat along the aged mattress under Skull Rock that was littered with beer cans and cigarettes and had seen more teenage antics than King Harrington himself. She’d shot me a disgusted, disbelieving look and opted to stand against the smooth rock face, watching the shadows linger across from her.

“Eddie! Are you guys okay? Where’s y/n?” She jolted at Dustin’s voice, running to my side as I pumped my fist in success.

“Nah man, pretty goddamn far from okay.” Y/n pressed her lips together as I rubbed mine.

“Where are you guys?” I could hear a mixture of voices and a strange clicking as y/ns face stared back at me with the same questioning look.

“Skull rock. Do you know it?”

“Uh yeah.” The line dropped out as someone spoke over little Henderson.

“Hold tight. We’re coming. We’re coming.” It crackled back up as Dustin let out a hurried and rushed assurance before the static spiked and then silenced completely.

I let the radio fall between my feet as I rubbed my eyes, shielding it from the hammering sunlight as I felt y/n move beside me.

“Ugh, more waiting.” She groaned, pressing her fingers against her temples as she rubbed slow circles, her hand shot up to hold a finger in the air at me as my snarky remark died on my lips.

‘And before you say, ‘so impatient’, how do you suggest we pass the time Eddie?” She raised her eyebrows at me sarcastically as a slow grin spread across my face.

Disbelief and shock made her drop her hands as I nodded my head at the mattress, cocking my brow in a suggestive question as she stared back at me, resting birds took flight quickly as the sharp octaves of her laugh reverberated across the trees, slinking down my back to warm my core as I watched her relax with a small smile on my face.

“Let me know if I need to sing again.” Her smile sobered up as it slid from her face at my words, paling as the clouds shrouded together heavily over head, blocking out the warming sunbeams as engulfing shadows slid between the cracks of Skull Rock.

Chapter Thirteen Part one

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[leqclerc]

I started watching this year and your tumblr was one of the first places I started looking for content, so basically I got all the sebchal lore and I remember seeing that you disliked charlos and I thought you were too harsh in some asks, because they seem friendly and carlos nice.

Now during the actual season I slowly changed my mind seeing Carlos radios trying to make people think he is faster and wanting to swap, the way he acted on some qualis, his obsession always asking charles time and saying he's doing better (monaco), his interviews and NOW finally with the way his family acted with Charles.

And the fact all of this seems to work with people ? Because it seems people believe everything he says, so now we have people claiming charles points, podiums or whatever are all because ferrari gave him preferential treatment. And claiming that if carlos wasn't "treated as second driver" he would be winning a lot more than charles.

Honestly now I can't even believe a charles fan could still like their "relationship" because their behavior is contributing a lot to the hate charles is getting this season.

I have a belief that is not just coincidental and that they are trying to get in charles head, to make him doubt himself, lose confidence etc

Hello there 👋🏻

Honestly, I tried my best to go into this new "era" at Ferrari with an open mind and just observe this new lineup and their dynamics and then form an opinion based on my feelings and reactions. At one point I even said to one of my friends in this fandom, like, "what if I like Charles/Carlos so much that they eclipse my feelings for Seb/Charles?" I watched the first C2 challenges when they started dropping, and while they seemed quite innocuous, it was already blatantly obvious to me that this was going to be a completely different dynamic to Seb and Charles (understandably, but still.)

I think the first major turning point regarding my perception of Carlos and of their relationship as a whole was Monaco 2021. Carlos never really hid the fact that he blamed Charles's crash for hindering what he thought was a shot at pole (data accessible online proved that if anything, Valtteri was closer to pole than Carlos was on that occasion, but we still kept hearing about how "I could've been on pole" for like 6 months afterwards.) Obviously then on Sunday Charles couldn't start because of the car issue, which was a huge blow for him given that it was his home race, back after a year-long absence due to the pandemic.

Carlos finished on the podium and instead of taking it for what it is he just kept going on about how it's the "least enjoyable podium of his career" (still clinging to the perception that he lost out on pole), and then in 2022 giving an interview in which he stated that drivers will crash deliberately if they feel it gives them an edge, but was coy about what he meant. Still, given his feelings regarding Monaco 2021, it's not that hard to guess what he might've been referring to...

There were a few other points of contention in 2021 but because Ferrari were in the midfield at the time and the world's attention was on the Max vs Lewis title fight, those incidents kind of flew under the radar and most people still had this perception that there's this chill harmonious atmosphere at the team, and most of the cracks only started to publicly show in 2022. Even in the aftermath of Monaco 2022 (why is Monaco always so full of drama fr) I got anons about how I'm exaggerating, hating for no reason, etc. I think the public perception scales took a little while longer to fully tip, but from Silverstone onwards I think things started to shift a bit.

At some point I also stopped bothering with the C2 content because I was just not vibing with what I was seeing tbh. It's like the on-track stuff carried over to the PR content and to me Carlos came across as quite patronizing and envious. 🤷🏻‍♀️ When Charles drove him around Monaco for a video his biggest gripe was that people on the street are rooting for Charles and supporting him publicly. Like what did you expect, it's his home race, in a country that has a population of like 39,000 😭

I think one of the biggest problems is that Carlos's entire family is involved, and very closely at that, in his career and by extension in Ferrari's internal affairs. It's basically an open secret that they like to engage in a political tug-of-war and plant stories in the media to drive a certain kind of narrative that makes Carlos's optics look more favourable.

I agree that Carlos seems... a little too invested in the optics and statistics vs Charles. Yeah, your teammate is the first person you want to beat, but when you're content to finish 5th or something as long as you're ahead of your teammate then it becomes a bit of an issue. I saw a clip of a recent podcast sit-down thing Carlos did, where one of the questions was like, how do you cope with a mistake and recover from that; he brought up Charles unprompted, comparing Charles's "I am stupid" team radio after a qualy crash (from like 4 years ago) to his own approach and how he doesn't think or say that kind of thing about himself. It's like was this necessary, lol.

#replies #anonymous #shows up 5 days late with starbucks and a lot of Opinions sdkfkg #also everyone talks about charles's 'pretty privilege' but you can't underestimate how carlos is perceived in that regard #he's conventionally attractive & charismatic to many and it's doing wonders for sort of smoothing over all the questionable stuff #discussions and predictions #long post

[diorleclerc]

have you ever watched the c2 packing challenge where stuffed all the clothes in one luggage but it’s was so i organized 💀 can you do an imagine where charles and oc are fighting because his luggage is a mess and you are taking your time to organize everything

no seriously, who taught him how to pack 😭

“come lay with me,” your boyfriend makes grabby hands at you from his place on the bed

“i need to pack for the trip. and so do you.”

“i already finished,” he says, pointing to his suitcase on the ground

“what do you mean you’re finished? it looks like you just tossed everything in and called it a day,” you say and glance at his open suitcase that was a mess

“i mean, i have everything that i need,” he shrugs

you go over and start picking up a few pieces of clothing and shake your head at him

“i can’t believe this is how you pack.���

“what’s wrong with it? everything i need fits. it’s fine baby.”

“fine?” you raise an eyebrow, picking up one of his button ups that was covered with wrinkles

“how does this look fine to you?”

“i’ll iron it when we get there,” he says, making you scoff

“when have you ever ironed your clothes?”

the two of you start bickering back and forth until you convince him to repack everything neatly

“why are you bringing like fifty pairs of socks? we’re there for less than a week.”

“charles please put your shoes in bags. you can’t let them touch your underwear.”

“see? doesn’t that look nicer now?” you ask once he was finished

“mhm. now can we go cuddle?”

“oh no. now i need to pack my stuff. if you had packed yours correctly in the first place, i’d be done with mine already.”

he definitely ends up convincing you to come to bed instead of packing though

#cl #diorleclerc drabbles #softie sundays

[jellyfishloveletterghosts]

Carerra_os @steveharringtonbingo Master List cards 1 (tags are in the links).

A1 - Bound and Gagged - Harringrove - He's Got The Spirit - Explicit - Billy Hargrove shows up to a party in a stolen cheerleader uniform and Steve is so, so thirsty. Those tall cheer socks get put to good use.

A2 - Magic School

A3 - Fireworks - Harringrove - The Whale and The Danio - General Audiences - Steve loses his school, and Billy finds him.

B1 - Rutt Sex

B2 - Free Space - Stkilt - Kilts and Dresses Chapter 1 - Explicit - When Nancy calls him bullshit and breaks it off Steve goes back to the party looking for something he's been missing since he got with her. Kenneth is more than happy to have him back.

B3 - To Shaky To Stand - CorrodedKing - Bury the Hatchet - Explicate - Eddie thinks it's time to introduce Steve to the band. It goes far better than he could have ever hoped for.

C1 - Crossdressing - Stkilt - Kilts and Dresses Chapter 2 - Explicit - When Nancy calls him bullshit and breaks it off Steve goes back to the party looking for something he's been missing since he got with her. Kenneth is more than happy to have him back.

C2 - Getting Drunk/High Together - Platonic Stobbin (side of Harringroveson and Meanperkingham) - Bathtub Pity Party for Two - Teen and Up - Steve wants a kiss, Robin just wants to shut him up.

C3 - Dark Enchanter

I have stuff started for the crossed out one but between this bingo ending early and the shit show of the last week and a half have been I didn't finish them. These events can be so fun and inspiring and I started many wips for all of these that didn't make the cut, but one day I'll come back to them. Thank you @steveharringtonbingo for putting this event on it's been a lot of fun 💜

#harringrove #harringroveson #stkilt #corrodedking #platonic stobbin #jellyghostfic #fanfiction #st fic #Steve harrington bingo #billy hargrove x steve harrington #billy hargrove x steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington x kilt guy #steve harrington x corroded coffin

[star-fi]

Hello! It's been one year since I posted the first page of c2censuscomic (name...still pending) and since then ive made... 7 pages total. That being said! I'm proud of the pages I've made! It feels great to see a finished page after hours of drafting, linework, coloring etc. and I could see myself improving with each page. However, I started this comic very impulsively with a skeleton of an idea with very little direction. Every new page I had a new idea for the story going forward, which made me want to completely change pages that I had already posted. I still don't have a real draft for the story, so: I'm going to step back for awhile until I do.

When I begin posting this comic again, the updates will likely be larger and have more complete arcs so I can confidently go back and change stuff if I need to. That is, when I have the time to write out and draw a full color comic. Which will probably not be for awhile. Because I am entering my second year at college and I'll be pretty busy focusing on my studies.

But! I'm not going to stop drawing starbound oc comics! I'm just going to change my approach. While the story of the C2 Census is wildly incomplete, there are many more stories to be told with Thierri's Crew in more shortform, limited palette comics. And if all goes well I'm tentatively planning on starting up an askblog around December! I'm hoping that by making more regular comics and limiting the time I spend on them, I can improve my time management and speed/ease when making other comics.

Anyways! Thank you to everyone who has enjoyed c2census comic and thank you for your patience. See ya!

#starbound #c2censuscomic #thierri's crew #also regular art updates will probably slow down a bit in the coming months as i get moved in and used to my new schedule #ik the gap between updates has always been pretty long and i didn't really address it before but #i didn't want to leave people in the dark about when to expect another update #and another thank you to everyone who left nice notes in the tags you're awesome #i was planning on updating one more time today before the hiatus #got the drafts done and everything but things got busy #i may release those two in a month or so we'll see #well. goodnight!

[https-furina]

https-furina’s 2023 genshin impact recap !!

2023 is officially about to end so i wanted to go over my genshin account and all the progress i’ve made this year. this isn’t a brag post ! i want to record my progress especially since i took a year break and a lot of things have changed. maybe you want to do this too?

this is like an insight into my genshin account if you guys just want to be nosey.. ehe. let’s get started (it’s gonna be long !!)

i started genshin in march 2021 !! i took a break from september 2021 to april 2023 however i came online multiple times during 2022, i just didn’t stay for good. i came back this april (with no specific date.) i came back with no 100% map, way too many quests, no fully ascended characters, no lvl10 friendships and no built characters.

this year i have fully ascended diluc, hu tao, lyney, zhongli, furina, kazuha, wanderer, heizou, cyno, alhaitham, nilou, kaeya, xingqiu, miko, jean, diona, ganyu & childe !!

the first character to be fully ascended & lvl90 was diluc !!

these characters have reached lvl90: diluc, hu tao, cyno, alhaitham, zhongli, heizou, wanderer, kazuha & nilou.

these characters have reached lvl10 friendship: diluc, hu tao, lyney, furina, kazuha, wanderer, heizou, alhaitham, nilou, miko, diona & chongyun.

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when i came back i had three 5* weapons: wolfs gravestone and 2x aquila favonia.

i now have: r2 wolfs gravestone, 2x aquila favonia, 3x skyward harp, r3 lost prayers, r1 lost prayers, r2 vortex vanquisher, staff of scarlet sands, splendor of tranquil waters & staff of homa.

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these characters are built to my satisfication (and i’ve probably used in spiral abyss): hu tao, alhaitham, nilou, kazuha, furina, zhongli, heizou, ganyu, shenhe, miko, layla, wanderer, xingqiu, shinobu, qiqi, baizhu, collei, lyney, cyno & ayaka

who do i think my best builds are? cyno, ayaka, heizou, zhongli, furina, kazuha & hu tao.

i came back on spiral floor 6-1 and 2023 is ending on spiral floor 11-3.

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5* characters that i’ve obtained this year are shenhe, jean, miko, alhaitham, wanderer, dehya, lyney, hu tao, wriothesley, venti, furina, cyno, ayaka, navia, nilou & baizhu.

4* characters that i’ve obtained this year are gorou, thoma, yun jin, heizou, lynette, freminet, charlotte, faruzan, layla, collei, yaoyao, kirara, kaveh, candace, shinobu, mika & dori.

5* cons i’ve acquired this year: c2 zhongli, c3/c4/c5/c6 diluc, c1/c2 jean, c2/c3 mona, c2 qiqi, c2 keqing, c1 dehya, c1 ayaka.

characters i have c6 (not necessarily from this year alone): diluc, diona, chongyun, kirara, xinyan, barbara, rosaria, kaveh, xingqiu, yanfei, xiangling, razor, thoma, sucrose, beidou, sayu, charlotte, dori.

i’m missing neuvillette, yelan, ayato, kokomi, raiden (not for long), xiao, klee, albedo, itto, nahida, eula & tighnari.

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story quests i’ve finished this year: raiden shogun (both acts), yoimiya (both acts), zhongli (act 2), lyney, furina, wriothesley, neuvillette, nahida (act 1), baizhu, kokomi, itto, tighnari, nilou, cyno, eula, ayaka, ayato, kazuha, miko, alhaitham.

hangouts i’ve completed (not necessarily this year): heizou, gorou, thoma, barbara, noelle, bennett, chongyun, diona, faruzan, kaveh, shinobu, ningguang.

my favourite story quests are neuvillette, lyney, tighnari, zhongli, yelan, cyno.

my favourite hangouts are heizou, gorou, faruzan, thoma.

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i have four areas left to 100% on my map (previously, i hadn't 100% any areas.) i have a total of 789 achievements done! i have maxed three out of five statues. i have maxed three reputations; mondstadt, liyue and fontaine. i have maxed the frostbearing tree and the sacred sakura! my favourite areas to explore was the hypostyle desert, dragonspine and tsurumi island! my favourite nations are fontaine & inazuma. my favourite nation osts are liyue, sumeru & inazuma.

i came back in april 2023 as a diluc, diona & chongyun main. i am ending december 2023 as a hu tao, zhongli, ayaka & heizou main.

i am ending 2023 on ar57!

questions for 2024: hoyo, where's dain? /hj but also, why do i have a really uneasy feeling that celestia is watching our every move?

#this was so fun to look back on my account and everything i've managed to do since april... #let's see how much changes by the end of 2024 <3 #https-furina's genshin recap !! #will make that tag pretty later uuuu... #see u all in 2024 (with actual fics i swear. im writing rn) #https-furina

[captainsspnanon]

C3E58 - reaction

I am very entertained that they are fighting a creature with many mouths who causes psychic damage from the sounds, considering I'm in the gibbering mouther section of my C2 rewatch and about to get to the laughing hand, so it's all just fucked up mouths for me XD

LOL the fact that FCG has started consistently fucking with who doesn't get bonded and it's an issue each time. I love it! Though I'm worried about their stress points, I'm also kinda looking forwards to a little blow up.

I saw a few spoilers about the episode before I watched so I WASN'T terrified when Fearne went down and got swallowed, but holy fuck if I hadn't known she lived for a threesome, that would have been so stressful!

I'm so glad we got to see at least a tiny glimpse of the wolf-king! I want Matt to post a picture of it on twitter please! Please please just for me!

Huzzah for bag of holding! Great with the notes and harness and rod for plot development, good for funds for refilling some pockets, especially because ...well, I don't even know what the funds status is of this group. VM was rich AF, M9 was poor AF, I have no clue where BH falls. Especially because a lot of it is based on RP (I think M9 probably had as much as BH, but rped as much poorer - nope I lied, counting today's haul, BH has like double the amount that M9 had by the same episode)

Wish we could have gotten more from the FRIDA moment, interesting that Matt has Christian be much more active in the rolls and directions, whereas with Ashton and Fearne's dad (not Birdie, I can't remember his name) they were much more passive while Imogen and FCG/Laura and Sam really took the lead. Confirmation of Aeor though! Sounds like they got smited by the gods though I don't think we had any idea previously that some Aeorians were against using the malleus factorum. Not surprising once I think about it for like, two seconds, but never considered it before.

THREESOME!!!!! Oh I SO hope that Fearne holds to her early game comment and does 'work her way through all of them'. PLS PLS PLS. Anyhow, a touching and mostly hilarious moment, I loved every second of it. I'm also pleased that the first kiss and first sex scenes were from PCs that it seemed like the fans went out of their way to desexualize, I love it.

All the gifts! Hoodies were adorable, and then two wooden gifts from Chet! With how frequently the table gave each other game related gifts out of game previously, I do enjoy how much it's a lot of in-game gifts now.

Oh fuck those scenes with the Changebringer and Dawnfather were INTENSE. HOLY SHIT. I am very hyped, for the gods to just force visions and make demands (at varying levels of demandingness)!!! I wonder how many non-PCs are also receiving these visions? Did Caduceus get one? Fjord? Pike and Vex and Scanlan? Random other clerics and paladins of the world?

Seriously, I am so hype. C3 took me a bit to settle it, but it is a very easy second place for me out of the three campaigns! Still won't beat C2 for me, but I'm pretty sure that's because 1) it was my first campaign and 2) it's when I really hit hyperfocus on CR and could watch two and a half to three episodes a day. ...yeah, I binged HARD on C2. Started late January 21 and finished in time to watch the finale live.

I'm also intrigued to see how all this is going to go. They physically CAN'T have Aabria and Christian playing once everyone is back together, there's just no room at the table. What is going to be the thing that splits them up? I wonder if it'll end up coming down to an NPC having to be 'group regulars go to this location, group guests go to this location' to have a natural and realistic separation.

#cr spoilers #critical role #bells hells

[writingsofhubris]

Don't you see? We could light up the night You and me, we could be such a sight c1

[AO3] [C2] Rating: E WC:  824 Tags: Oral Fixation, blow jobs Fandom: Spider-man (Raimi) Ship: Norman Osborn/Reader Disc: What're boyfriends good for? Soothing Oral Fixations. Pt 8 to Misadventures

You popped another hard candy into your mouth, biting down with a crunch, the candy deftly manipulated with your tongue.

It was something you only allowed yourself sparingly, knowledge of how annoying the crunching was, but sometimes, you just had a hankering to suck on something, and your boyfriends were at work. You’d thought that they were both going to be gone until dinner; headphones were pretty normal for you, and who would have told you that you were slurping?

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt two strong hands on your shoulders, and you quickly ripped off your headphones, looking up. Norman’s eyes looked down at you, a heat in them that you were all too familiar with. You bit down on the candy one more time, unable to stop the tiny bit of drool splashed from between your lips.

“Shit,” you murmured, your hand moved up to wipe it away, but Norman’s thumb beat you to it. You sucked on the candy once again, your eyes meeting Norman’s. “Hi, sweetie.” The candy was pushed to the side of your mouth. 

“Enjoying yourself?” 

“Yes, quite a lot.” You pulled the bag of candy up, clearly toying with his lust. “Want one?” His thumb moved from the corner of your mouth to slip between your lips, body still towered over you. Your eyes closed, a soft moan coming from your lips. You quickly showed him just what you really wanted, tracing the calluses on his finger. He softly swore, and you moaned again. 

“If you just needed something to suck on, you should have texted me.” He pulled his thumb out of your mouth, only to sit on the free cushion, fingers deftly opened his pants. His half hard cock came out next, and you didn’t even need an invitation. You swallowed the rest of the candy, laying down on your stomach now. 

“I hope you’re planning on staying here a while.” 

You kissed his length before slipping the head of his cock into your mouth, focused on the head of his cock. Your hand wrapped around the shaft. His hand moved to your neck, the lightest of pressure on your skin, a reminder of who could really be in control. 

Despite your best efforts at not, it wasn't long before Norman's pants were fully soaked. His groans were soft but fairly consistent, reinforcing the knowledge you were doing good. 

You pulled off him, sliding your lips along the side of his length, your hand moving to cup his balls. 

"You're such a good cockwhore." His hips stuttered against your lips, a new groan falling from his lips. "Such a good bitch for me…" his thumb rubbed a circle into your neck, and you softly moaned from the simulation. 

If you weren’t careful, you were certain that you’d be able to finish from little more than just this. Your lips moved back onto his shaft, your throat allowed to open up to take him deep, moans fell from around the head of his cock. Each swallow around him pulled another groan from you both. 

“You’re doing so well,” Norman finally praised, his whimpers mostly contained by sighs. His hand slid from your neck up to your hair, starting to control your actions, trying his damndest to find his release. 

With a monumental effort, Norman pulled you back off his cock, tilting your head back. His fingers forced you to look at him, ignoring his cock. 

"Do you want to be a good slut for me? Take my load down your throat like a good boy, swallow every drop?” Your tongue wrapped around his thumb, your lips sucked the digit into your mouth with a soft moan. “Thought so.” Norman’s voice held a growl in it, and by his thumb hooked over your teeth, he was able to pull your mouth back to his shaft, sliding up into your mouth again. Thumb slipped out, Norman finally sighed again. The pleasure that surrounded his cock was insurmountable, so very close just from this. 

“Make me cum, be a very good boy for me.” He slowly thrusted his hips up, only for you to swallow around him, your throat tight around his shaft. Only a couple more thrusts and his large hand was spanned over the back of your head, pinning you down to his hips. 

“Fuck!” Strings of cum marked your throat, and you kept swallowing around him. Norman’s groans were loud, only to puttered off into soft sighs. His head was thrown back by the time his hand released your head, fingers brushing over your shoulders. 

Your lips moved up his torso, a final kiss settled on his neck, your own heavy sigh falling from your lips. Norman’s large hand spanned over your back, rubbing against your skin. 

“If you ever need more candies, just let me know which are your favorites.” You laughed, and pressed your face into his neck. 

“Deal.”

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#norman osborn #x reader #original #norman osborn x reader #.w #gods above i'm not in pracitce posting here rn

[a-multilingual-dream]

Hello!

My name is Juliet. I recently finished my masters degree in sociolinguistics, and then moved to France to work for a travel company. I used my first three months of living in this new country and working full time to get settled in, but now I'm ready to get back to my language studies!

And what better place to get motivation than here ;)

Let me introduce the languages that i speak / want to speak:

🇩🇪 German 🇩🇪 (Native)

This is my mother tongue and i actually have a certificate to teach German as a foreign language - i love teaching it, so if anyone needs help, don't hesitate to contact me.

🇺🇲 English 🇺🇲 (C1 / C2)

I started learning English at 12 years old in high school, and later taught myself by reading English books and watching English tv shows. My master program was mostly in English and i actually wrote my thesis in English, so I'm pretty comfortable with the language.

🇨🇵 French 🇨🇵 (C1)

Oh French - my love and my enemy. I grew up next to the French border and starting learning it in 5th grade. I proceeded to do 2 student exchanges in France, spent a year as an au pair in Paris, later did my Erasmus semester in Paris and recently moved back to France. I love France, i love French - and the pressure is high to speak it fluently. This actually makes me pretty self-conscious when speaking it, which in turn makes me worse at it. By moving to France, i hope to really improve my language skills, especially my vocabulary.

🇮🇹 Italian 🇮🇹 (B1)

Italian is my favorite language in the world, and Italy is my favorite country in the world. I just love everything about it, which is why I decided to learn Italian a few years ago. I have been studying it on and off for about 4 years, a mix of beginner classes at my university and self study. After finishing my masters this spring, i spent the summer traveling through Italy and ended the trip with a 2 week language course in Torino, and it was absolutely amazing! I'm excited to keep learning and to hopefully go back to Italy many times :)

🇯🇵 Japanese 🇯🇵 (beginner)

I've been wanting to study Japanese for sooo long, i think it's been 5 years since i bought my first Japanese language book. 5 years later, do i speak any Japanese? Nope. I can read and write hiragana and katakana, quite a few kanji, and i know basic sentence structure. But that's it. I think it's soo interesting to learn all about a language that's completely different from all the languages i know, but that also makes it challenging to learn it all by myself. I had planned and booked a 6-week language course in Tokyo in the summer of 2020, and was soo excited that i cried when I booked it. Well, I cried even more when the whole trip got cancelled bc of COVID... After that i didn't really get back into studying it, although I'm still as interested in it as ever. So I've been thinking about trying out italki this year... I will try to make a decision about how to go forward with my Japanese study during January.

~Other~

If i had the time to study more languages (which at the moment i absolutely do not, but life is long) i would be interested in Chinese and Korean. After getting to know the basics of Japanese i find it really fascinating to learn a whole new writing system and a completely different grammar, and although I've had absolutely no connection to Asia so far in my life, i absolutely want to travel there and learn more about its numerous languages (which i know aren't just Japanese, Chinese and Korean 😉). It's just like there's a whole new world to explore there!

So that was my (not so short) introduction. I'll be looking for langblrs that post more or less about the languages I'm learning, so if anyone who studies any of my languages sees this post, don't hesitate to leave a like and I'll have a look at your account!

To be continued...

#langblr #studyblr #German #English #French #Italian #Japanese #Chinese #languages #langblr reactivation challenge