cw: implied domestic abuse (zero detail is given)
Eddie was late for school at least once a week. It wasn’t a problem of getting up and getting ready on time, his mom made sure he was moving.
He could hear the way the new neighbors fought sometimes, saw the way the older boy would rush into his vehicle and practically fly out of the park. He’d watch as the younger girl, Red, would follow soon after, backpack slung over her shoulder and feet kicking rocks as she walked to the main road to catch the bus.
He didn’t stop her the first time it happened. To be honest, she looked furious and he didn’t exactly want to be torn to pieces by a girl at least 5 years younger than him.
But the second time, he swore he saw a few tears on her face and he couldn’t not at least try.
When she didn’t immediately murder him, he decided it was probably safe to offer a ride to school. Surprisingly, she agreed.
And this continued for months.
Annie Munson would get a call from the school every couple of times and try to explain, but any Munson excuse was not an excuse they cared to hear.
She didn’t say anything to Eddie about it; didn’t want him to feel like he was doing anything wrong by being kind to someone who needed all the kindness they could get. She saw the way Mrs. Mayfield seemed to stay curled into herself even when he wasn’t around. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on.
But eventually, the school threatened to call child protective services, and Annie couldn’t let Eddie deal with that. He’d already had enough of that before they moved in with Wayne.
So she pulled him aside the night of that call and hugged him hard, told him she loved him for his big heart, his caring soul, but he had to figure out how to not be late to school.
He could read between the lines easily enough.
Max started showing up at their door 15 minutes earlier every morning, not quite smiling, but not looking quite as angry. Annie welcomed her in as she finished packing her lunch for work, didn’t really try to talk to her much. She left that to Eddie, who always came down the short hallway with a beaming smile and a “Hey Red! Long time no see!” or a “You’re looking slightly less murderous this morning, did you already sacrifice something to Satan? Without me?”
Max always tried to hide a smile, but Annie caught it.
Eddie had that energy that made everyone feel just a hint of sun on a cloudy day.
It continued well into Max’s freshman year. Especially after her step brother died in a tragic mall fire and her step dad booked it out of town, she needed someone.
At school, they pretended not to know each other. Eddie explained it was easier on Max that way, and she had other friends, or so she said. He never really saw her hanging out with them, but he just assumed they had different schedules.
Annie saw through it. She was pretty sure Eddie saw through it. Neither of them risked her running for the hills, though.
- - - -
After the earthquake, Annie spent as much time with Eddie and Max as she could. Max’s mom seemed distant, like she couldn’t process any of what happened. Max deserved better than that, so Annie did her best.
It was easy to forget how young she was when she spoke. The boy who sat by her side nearly 24/7, Lucas, explained that she had to fend for herself since she was pretty young, as if she still wasn’t pretty young.
As soon as Eddie was able to leave his bed, he asked to be wheeled over to Max’s room.
“Gotta make sure she didn’t perform any satanic rituals without me,” he joked, though it fell flat when it hit him that most people still thought he actually performed satanic rituals.
Annie had to get home and make dinner for her and Wayne, so the Harrington boy volunteered to take him.
Annie was perceptive enough to see why the Harrington boy, Steve, was around nearly every day. She was also perceptive enough to see the way Eddie blushed when Steve wrapped his arm around his waist to help him into the wheelchair. She’d ask him about it later.
She did at least walk with them to the elevator, listened to their quiet conversation about Max being half blind and her arms being in casts.
The next day, she visited Eddie as usual before work, brought him a hot coffee. He was still asleep, his hand stretched out towards a sleeping Steve. Steve’s fingers were just barely touching Eddie’s, like they’d maybe been holding hands at some point until someone shifted in their sleep.
She set the coffee down on the table by his bed and scratched a note on the pad he’d been using for campaign notes.
Maybe they could bring Steve a cot if he’s gonna be a permanent fixture in your room. Love, mama
She folded it in half and set the coffee cup on top of it so hopefully only Eddie would see.
But if Steve saw it, maybe that would be okay.
- - - -
When Max got out of the hospital, Eddie was waiting for her in his van, only just released from police custody a few days before.
She shook her head.
“I may actually have to do a satanic ritual to get into that thing. I thought Steve was getting me in his car?”
The nurses scoffed at her words, but Eddie ignored her.
“Steve had to take Robin to the school for volunteering. And I brought Lucas to help,” he gestured behind him to where Lucas was hesitantly standing by the passenger door. “Between the two of us, we can get you in and out. No satanic ritual required. This time.”
He winked at the nurse, just to be a shit.
“Annie said she’d bring me cake when I got home,” Max said as they maneuvered her into the passenger seat and waved the nurse away.
“She’s at home baking it as we speak, Red.”
“Oh.” She said it like she actually didn’t believe it would happen. Maybe she didn’t. “Cool. I guess.”
Eddie smirked. “When my mama says she’ll do something, she does it. And if she can’t, she’ll do the next best thing. Never doubt her.”
“Yeah, but I’m not her kid.”
“Neither is Lucas, but she packed him lunches everyday for the last two weeks when she realized he wasn’t leaving your room to get something. Neither is Steve, but she makes his favorite for dinner once a week. Neither is Dustin, but she held him until his mom could get to the hospital when they were trying to set his ankle. If she cares about you, she does it.”
Max nodded. “I guess that’s a nice thing to have.”
“Yeah. And you have it now. So don’t push her away. Or any of us. Got it?”
Max snorted. “I haven’t had a moment alone in over a month. It’s not like I can get rid of any of you.”
“Exactly. Glad we’re on the same page!”
She turned to Lucas the best she could and glared. “You’re taking me to the movies as soon as these casts are off.”
“Yeah! Okay, yep!” He agreed quickly.
Eddie snorted. “Jesus Christ. You two are ridiculous.”
“Whatever,” they said in unison.
- - - -
When everyone was able to go back to school, Eddie drove them all.
He had a diploma, so he didn’t have to worry about being late, but he still woke up early enough to pick them all up and drop them off.
Max was always the last one out of the van.
“No satanic rituals without me,” Eddie would tell her.
“Not until Saturday!” Max would answer him.
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Post-war Megop but let's make it horny.
So, Megatron and Optimus sometimes have one offs time to time, usually when everybody else is busy so no one suspects that their leaders are fragging the daylights outta eachother. This continues and it turns softer, Megatron isn't as rough as before but will go all out when Optimus begs for it, when he wants to be treated like a whore. (This results in longer aftercare but neither minds)
At some point Optimus starts to feel off, his spark and chassis feel hot, he feels naseuos randomly, and his libido dries up and revives whenever. Of course he decides to ignore it because he doesn't want to disturb Ratchet since he's busy adjusting on the new cybertron. During a meeting however, he starts to get restless, he tries to ignore the ache between his legs but his valve just keeps sending pulses of pleasure through him whenever his thighs rub together. His proccesor is filled with thoughts of being pounded and..oh, he can't help but imaging being speared on Megatron's spike in front of everyone else, it surely would make the scene. Optimus's patience wears thin and he decides to comm his partner, Megatron opens it and let's out a small gasp at how descriptive Optimus was being, Soundwave asks him what's wrong and he waves off his concern. He takes a deep breath and from across the table he can see the most lust filled expression on his Prime.
:.Not now Optimus.: Megatron sends back, his spark is pounding in its casing and he tries his damn best to not shove him on the floor and take him right then and there.
:.But don't you want to mark me, make them see how much of a slut I am for you.: Optimus responds, and that was the last straw for Megatron. The rest of the occupants picked up on the tension and before they knew it the ex-warlord was pinning Optimus to the floor. With a growl he bit his neck making him in turn let out the most exquisite moan he's ever heard.
Shouts were heard as Optimus opened his panel and Megatron slid into his entrance with ease, the sounds of metal on metal reverberated through the room, Ultra Magnus, Soundwave, and Prowl exited it as they started to get louder. Jazz, Shockwave, and Ratchet stared, wether in disbelief or in arousal, it didn't matter. All that mattered was that Optimus was getting bred in front of them and Megatron felt pleased with himself. His valve spasmed around his spike and he sobbed as Megatron continued to thrust into him, every node was lit up and he whimpered as he felt his anterior node get brutally rubbed. It felt like hours to him but before he knew it Megatron was filling him up with his transfluid, some leaked out onto the floor below and a breathy sigh left him when he felt that thick length soften and exit him.
"Well what a show, damn, that was hot as pit." Jazz said with a smile. Ratchet looked downright horrified when they finished and dragged himself outta the room. "I need a drink", was heard when he left. "Interesting." Was all that Shockwave muttered as he wrote one last thing on his datapad and followed after Ratchet. "Take care of him!" Jazz exclaimed while he ran out to tell Prowl what he saw.
Optimus groggily stared up at him, his valve still clenching weakly and leaking so much transfluid and lubricant not even Megatron was sure how it all didn't somehow make his plating bulge.
"Are you alright?
"Yeeess.." Optimus slurred out before passing out in Megatron's arms.
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Turns out the reason for Optimus' sudden interface drive was caused by the little sparks he was carrying. Ratchet berated and lectured him but he couldn't care less, his thoughts drifted to his now official bondmate.
He had many requests for him to fulfill when he became all round and heavy with their kin.
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