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rosiesrroses · 4 months

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Santa | mv1

Summary: In which Y/n and Max try to make Christmas special for their children.

Paring: dad!max verstappen x mom!reader

Warning: Just fluff. This is kinda short and not proofread.

Finished: 23 Dec. 2023

Posted: 25 Dec. 2023

Word count: 769

note: Merry Christmas ❤ These photos are not mine, I got them from pinterest.

My love for u is ever lasting, it will last until eternity ends~

y/n verstappen’s pov - around 6.30 am

“Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Wake up!”

I internally groaned as I heard my two four-year-old boys, Jamie and Colin, shout and began jumping on Max and I’s bed.

“Boys, please. Can we please use our inside voices? It’s still too early to be screaming like this” I try to reason with them.

“But it’s Christmas momma,” Jamie said with a frown on his face.

“Yes, and momma is also really excited. But we can’t go screaming like this and wake everyone up, okay?” I asked them.

“Okay,” they both said and looked down onto the bed.

“Why don’t we go downstairs and make some hot chocolate?” I asked them and they both eagerly nodded before jumping off the bed and running out of the bedroom.

“Max. Maxie,” I whispered in Max's ear, trying to wake him up.

But he just groaned, mumbling incoherent words before turning to his left side and going back to snoring.

“Max, can you please wake up?” I asked a little louder so that he could hear me this time.

“What?” he asked as he turned on his back still with his eyes closed.

This man is not a morning person.

“It’s Christmas and the kids are already downstairs waiting,” I said as he finally sat up.

“Oh, yeah. Merry Chrismas schatje.” he smiled and he gave me a quick peck on the lips.

“Eww” Max and I heard as we finished and turned to see Jamie and Colin.

“Momma, you promised us hot chocolate!” Colin whined.

“I know, I know. Let’s go make us some hot chocolate, and then we can go open all of our presents.” I said as I picked Colin up and held Jamie’s hand as we left the room.

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max verstappen’s pov - a couple hours later

“Don’t they look cute just playing with their toys?” Y/n asked as she stood beside me with a cup of coffee in her hands.

The minute the twins finished their hot chocolate, they tore all the presents open and have been playing with their toys ever since.

And I just hummed as a response to Y/n’s question, not knowing what else to say.

“What’s wrong?” Y/n asked me, putting her cup down on the counter.

“What? Nothing. Just thinking about tonight's Christmas party,” I sighed.

“Oh me too. I can’t wait to see everyone again,” Y/n smiled at the thought.

“Yeah, I was kind of thinking the opposite,” I confessed.

“What? Why?” Y/n frowned.

“I don’t know. I just want to spend today inside, with my family,” I shrugged.

“Okay, let me tell you what. The twins are really excited to go, so let’s just go for a couple of hours and see if we enjoy it,” she tried to reason with me.

“Okay, anything for you schatje,” I smiled and kissed her forehead.

She smiled back at me and walked to the living room where the kids are sat, still playing with their toys.

“Really?!” the twins both simultaneously shouted as Y/n whispered something to them.

“Yeah, so let’s go get ready and then we can leave,” Y/n nodded in confirmation.

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y/n vestappen’s pov - at the Christmas party

“Momma, why is Daddy dressed like Santa?” I heard Colin say as he tugged on my dress.

Max was asked to dress like Santa for this year's Christmas party, and he was more than happy to.

But Max doesn’t have the best costume on, so the twins can definitely see that it is Max instead of Santa.

“Well, that’s because Santa couldn’t make it. Santa’s wife is sick and she needs someone to care for her so Santa asked Daddy to be in his place tonight,” I lie.

“Oh, so Daddy thinks we think he’s Santa?” Jamie asked. Jamie has always been smart.

“Yeah, so why don’t you two go say hi to “Santa”?” I wink at them.

“Okay, momma,” Colin said and kissed my cheek before they left.

“So, are you gonna tell Max that they know?” One of my friends asked me as I stood up from my crouching position.

“Never,"

#max verstappen x reader #max verstappen #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 #formula one #f1 #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x y/n #red bull f1 #red bull formula 1 #red bull racing #christmas #santa #merry christmas #santa claus #f1 fic #f1 fanfic

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luchitohamilton · 7 months

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lewis being interview by margot laffite for canal+ at the qatar gp '23

I act like a kid all the time. I’m not embarrassed about it; I love having fun. So that’s why, you know, I’m always skydiving, surfing or I’m skiing or I’m riding my bike or whatever might be, that’s me being a kid. And that’s something I refuse to ever let go.

transcript below :-)

So Lewis. I don't want today to talk about the World champion, the Formula 1 driver, I would like to talk about Lewis Carl Davidson Hamilton, if you don’t mind. Can you describe the kind of kid you were at home and at school? What kind of kid were you?

[Smiling] Did you ever had a show called Dennis the Menace?

Oh yes of course.

You did?

Of that kind, yeah. Denis la Malice.

I was like Dennis the Menace 2.0. [laughs] I was climbing trees, I was just always riding my bike down the fastest hill. Naturally super competitive in everything that I did and, uhm, my dad helped me concentrate that energy into racing and that’s where stability came.

We know you were a huge fan of Ayrton Senna, but did you watch like every single F1 race, documentaries about F1?

No, when I was a kid I only watched documentaries on Ayrton Senna, read his books. Anything to do with Ayrton I would have it, whether it was a coffee mug or, not that I drink coffee as a kid, but I was watching Gran Prix from like since I was like 4 with my dad on the weekends. Yeah, Sunday sitting with my dad watching races was one of the best times, I remember.

If you could go back in time, where and when would it be?

It would probably be when I was living with my mum, before I was 8, so, yeah.

You are running the world so, how difficult is it to build friendships?

Yeah, it’s definitely not the easiest I would say. My two closest friends are from school, yeah, they are my brothers. Places where I’ve found good friendships are obviously on my job, and then when I’m doing music, when I’m working with musicians, it’s just like a different realm and there I’ve built some incredible relationships also.

What does being a grown up mean to you? Is it like tiresome to be more conscious of the impact you have on things and people, rather than the pleasant innocence of being a child?

When you play a game with some children, maybe your family, nieces and nephews, do you let them win?

No, I try to win! I just [laughs] and they are good, they are getting good, so I have to get my wins while I can. But, my dad never let me win anything when I was a kid. I think is good to learn how to lose anyways, so [laughs]

Are you always on time or sometimes you’re late?

No, I’m always late. The only time I’m ever on time is when I’m getting in the car to race. But like if I’m going for a flight, I’m always late. I don’t know, I like the limit, yeah. [jokingly] I like getting there around the limit, I like the rush.

What are your thoughts and feelings about Max Verstappen? The man he is, the kind of champion.

He’s done an exceptional job. I think the team has done an amazing job. Collectively they truly deserve the success. Max has been faultless this year, he’s not made any mistakes. I only hope that there’s a time when I’ll be able to put up a fight for him.

When you quit F1 would you still want race like Dakar or the 24 Hours of Le Mans?

I currently don't really have any, like, zero, like, feelings to do those things. I love motorbikes, I’ve always loved Moto GP, still love it today. I have 2 super bikes. I think I probably always just gonna take my bikes out. I won’t compete professionally in anything ever again. It takes 10,000 hours to be, you know, a master of something else. I wanna spend that 10,000 hours on being the best dad or something like that, you know, or running my businesses in the best way I can. Where all my energy and focus will go to. For now, I’ll continue to skydive, I’ll continue to surf, those are probably the, riding the bikes, surfing and skydiving, those are the 3 fun things that I’ll make sure I always do.

Merci Beaucoup, Lewis.

Merci.

It was a pleasure as always. Thank you.

#lewis hamilton #f1 #formula 1 #ayrton senna #qatar gp 2023 #pal archivo #amazing interview tbh

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ayyysweetcreature · 2 months

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jaehyun! as your boyfriend <3

pairings: non-idol bf! jaehyun x reader genre: lots of fluff combined with cracks!

hiiii! haven't written for jaehyun for so long and he deserves lots of love as always, so here you go! sorry for any grammatical errors, hope y'all enjoy reading this. happy birthday jaehyun! life might be full of stress, but with jamal, everything is going to be okay and we can always try again ♡ - N.

tuna tunAaaaaaaaa

yeah so let's get it

listening to y'all's favourite vinyls together is a must whether it's in the morning or late at night

if you guys are not at home don't worry he has his bluetooth speaker around him all the time hehe

oh!! lazy days with him is a chef's kiss

like you guys would do nothing at all for the whole day

but it wouldn't feel awkward at all like it's just a vibe bcus he loves his quality time with u

you guys would be trying lots of different kinds of hobbies and activities together too and they don't have to be the same all the time

like he would be playing basketball by himself and you would be sitting down looking at him playing it or doing something else

you could just lay your head on his shoulder and say nothing but his eyes would sparkle and his lips would rose into an idiot smile bcus hes in love with u

jae loves it when you play with his fluffy hair and squeeze his bread-like cheeks

would do the same for you too tho

u guys are besties in love with each other

he lovesss talking about random topics non stop and making random jokes from those memes that he suddenly remembers bcus hes purely random like that

he's a big big fan of inside jokes and memes

you could listen to him talking all day and night for hours (so do I)

imagine being able to listen to that rich deep husky colourful soft voice of him everyday i would instantly melt

he's so obsessed with you he would definitely spray his perfume on your (his) sweaters that you love to wear first before you could cus he knows damn well u love how he smells like

yeah yeah that's me jiteun nongdoeEe

jae wouldn't even hesitate to let you use his black card like on a one random day you found his black card in your wallet and you're like ???

"babe it's non-limit just use it for whatever you want to buy baby"

would buy you an airpods max headphone just so that u guys can have couple headphones together

might not look like he's into pda but he's soooo clingy with you whether there's people or not ehem (did you see how he hugged mark in their fact check practice vid-)

his lap is your favorite seat and it's free ♡

he's the type to play with your fingers and pull you into a very random but warm and tight hugs

he finds you so cute that he'd curl into a snowball and snuggle into your neck and be the little spoon in ur cuddles

lots of people find him serious and normal but nahh he's very goofy!! and no one is normal in nct ok

fact check

you can't mark me in your heart but u can mark my words

jae would spoil you with gifts too!! even if it's out of nowhere where it's not even your birthday or your anniversary

"I thought of you and got this for you" kind of guy

and also a "you told me you like this one last time so I got it for you" kind of guy

oh pet names!!

he would no doubt be the first one that made and saved lists of pet names for u in his phone notes

like he would get so excited and ask ur opinions on the pet names lists he's created while thinking of u

"what do u think of this one?? it's cute right?" "it fits u" "can i call you this?" "which one is your favorite?"

girlll you're my faaavoriteeeeEeee

"hey pookie bear"

"hey casper"

mirror selfies with each other!

he'd also have lots of your candid pics that he took and has it saved in his phone and film cameras hehe

would set your goofy pictures as his phone lockscreen wallpaper

there wouldn't be any days and nights where the two of u are not laughing, smiling and being random with each other

like being with jaehyun is seriously and genuinely full of pure joy and peace!! :')

might not have an ass but he's a competitive ass, he would neck slice anyone that comes in ur way trying to flirt with you

deep and heart to heart conversations with him would always feel warm, open and comfortable

he's your comfort, you're his comfort and the two of you would always feel so connected

would be the type to look into your eyes as he listens to you attentively while you're talking or speaking

like those kind of warm and lovely gaze

his ears would be burning red like cherry bomb but he doesn't care

also words of affirmation type of guy!!

loves it even more when you try to act disgusted by his romantic words

he would hold your hands while u guys watch a movie together and for the rest...I'll leave it up to ur imagination :)

random but fun and adventurous dates!! sometimes it can be a fancy dinner date but it can also be cute and fun like an aquarium date, food hunting, immersive art museum date or a chill picnic date at your shared cozy home

if you're having a hard time falling asleep, he would sing you lullabies or play that piano music box he bought in japan until you fall asleep

rockabye baby

he would be so so great at taking care of you! you're hungry? he's a great cook, you hurt yourself? he's running to you to save you although he himself is clumsy af

I feel like he's also very attentive and observant

for example, you're eating and the sleeve of your shirt is on top of your food, he would notice it and pull it up without saying anything

he's genuinely all smiley and laughing only when he's with you and his loved ones fr

some ways to make him all smiley and laughing? just imitate the way he laughs or the dance mistakes he made during their group performances (like yk the iconic favorite performance ;))

and he's a menace he wouldn't even hesitate to tease you back like how he would tease doyoung with jungwoo

the more you get annoyed by his teasings, the more he'll fall in love with you

loves to get nagged by you everytime u told him off about his cleanliness

and you can't stop him euhahahah

ay-yo

delulu is the solulu may your delulu come trululu

end of the surface just let the ride make it drive with its movEe

be quiet don't cry

#nct 127 #nct imagines #nct #nct u #jaehyun #jung jaehyun #nct jaehyun #jaehyun imagines #jung yoonoh #nct dojaejung #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun fluff #nct 127 fluff #jaehyun drabbles #i wanna marry him #help me #is he even real

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nyoomfruits · 1 year

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hey dear, i hope you're doing well! as much you should definitely finish the magic helmet au, i'm demanding more of your writing so from the prompt list: saying “i love you” completely randomly -- lestappen, pre-slash? -- if you're up for it! x

hi!!!! i am!!!! i am definitely working on the magic helmet au later today BUT this prompt was wayyyy too tempting not to tackle so!!! here you go, lestappen crash angst (with a happy ending dont worry!!!!) :D

When Charles flings open the door of the medical building, about four faces turn to look at him in bewilderment. “Where,” he starts, clearing his throat. “Where is he?” When he gets a few blank stares in return, he adds, “Max, where is he?” He’s trying to stay calm, but there’s panic crawling at his throat, panic he can’t really explain, but that he knows is only soothed by seeing Max is okay.

The crash keeps playing on a loop in his brain. One second, Max is right in front of him, and the next he’s careening into the barriers, hitting them with a gut wrenching crash.

“Oh,” one of the nurses says, a little unsure, “uh, through here, Mr. Leclerc.” She points through a door on the left. “But I don’t know-“Charles doesn’t let her finish, striding forward and throwing the door open.

Max is sitting on the examination table, scrolling through his phone with one hand as the other is held up in an arm sling. Aside from the sling, there’s no visible injuries, and with the way Max is smiling down at his phone, he seems mostly fine.

“Fuck,” Charles breathes out, feeling the relief wash over him.

Max looks up at the sound, and his smiles widens when he spots Charles. “Charles!” He says, putting his phone back in his pocket. “What are you doing here, aren’t you supposed to-“

“Are you,” Charles interrupts, feeling it all rush out of him. “Are you okay?”

Max shrugs, “Oh, yeah, I’m fine. The hand’s a little busted, but they’re pretty sure it’s not broken so that should heal soon enough. Actually, I’m-“

And it’s just. There was a second there, as Charles watched Max’s car smash into the barriers, where he didn’t think they would be here right now. There was a few moments after as well, where no one could tell him if Max was okay, where he couldn’t stop thinking ‘What if he doesn’t make it out?’

It’s that fear, that all consuming realization that this is their one shot at life and it could really all just be over in the blink of an eye, that has him blurting out, “I’m in love with you.”

Max’s mouth clicks shut. His eyes are wide, and he’s not saying anything, and Charles can feel the panic crawling at his throat again. “Shit, I mean, fuck. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be dumping this on you right now, you’re clearly in pain and I’m just, I don’t know, throwing love declarations at your head while you have so many other-“

“Charles,” Max says, now his turn to interrupt Charles. Charles stops talking, wonders if it would be weird if he just ran right back out. The nurses must think he’s insane at this point. “Come here,” Max says, and he extends his good hand towards Charles.

Charles goes, because of course he does, because this is Max, even though everything in him is screaming at him to run for the hills, to hide and never come back out.

Max pulls him in, until he’s slotted between Max’s legs, his thighs bracketed by Max’s knees. They’re close, so close, Max’s fingers still tangled with his, their chests almost touching, their faces only inches apart. He forgets how to breath for a second.

“I love you, too,” Max says, into the limited space between their mouths. “I’m sorry I scared you today.”

Charles, who’s still very much trying to process what on earth is happening right now, makes a needy little noise in the back of his throat. He wants, he wants, and it’s all right in front of him right now, looking up at him with sparkling eyes and a soft smile. His hands find Max’s face, because he needs to touch, needs to make sure he really is okay, that he’s really here.

Max’s smile widens, and then he’s leaning forward, closer closer closer, and then he finally closes the gap between them, pressing their lips together in a kiss that’s both desperate and soft and all the things in between.

When he pulls away, he presses his forehead against Max’s, needing to exist in his space a little bit longer. “I’m glad you’re okay,” he says, quietly.

It sounds just as much as an ‘I love you’ as the words he spoke earlier.

#if everything works out the magic helmet au should get posted either monday or tuesday so!!! GET HYPED #lestappen #drabble

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heloflor · 2 months

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Was thinking a bit about how “The Devil’s Playhouse” has a lot more comedy than people make it out to be, and while especially thinking about “The Penal Zone” I realized this episode is actually very very very very gay. Like, I’m pretty sure it’s the Telltale episode with the highest amount of gay moments (205 is second on this list, what with Sam getting catcalled by a moleman, Max flirting with Mr. Reaperphone, the whole bachelor party, Peppers etc).

I think what I really like about those moments is that it’s a great example of normalization. The characters are incredibly casual about it, talking about gay relationships the exact same way one would talk about straight relationships, it’s really neat to see! Especially considering that this game was made in 2010, a whooping 5 years before gay marriage was legal in the whole US. It's crazy and great how much they were able to get away with!

(Screenshots of all these moments with timestamps (and quotes) under the cut. To have as little pics as possible, only a small section of each dialogue is taken. And to have a limit of two screenshots per pic max, some dialogues that are cut in two parts in-game have the second part pasted under the first. The timestamps puts you at the beginning of each conversation. All footage from NapalmX717 with the screenshots in chronological order of this video)

Max: “What can I say, Sam? Alien ships love to abduct me. It’s not my fault I look so probe-able.” (9:44)

Sam: “Nice work, little buddy! Make sure you wait three days to call, or he’ll thing you’re desperate.” (11:47)

Max: “Well, he IS pretty charismatic, Sam. And he’s from space, which is a plus. But you’re the only hairy, overweight, domineering control freak I need, Sam.” (20:38)

Sam: “I don’t need to go to another planet for a methane rich environment, as long as I’ve got you, pal.”

Max: “That’s really sweet and obvious, Sam.” (22:46)

Skun-ka’pe: “Perfect! Just the one I wanted to see ha ha ha ha!”

Sam: “Keep the hands where we can see ‘em, pal.” (23:36)

Max: “We could just give ourselves tongue-baths, like cats and flight attendants do!” (30:57)

Sam: “Why do we have jumper cables? Neither of us knows how to use them.”

Max: “It’s simple, Sam: the RED cable goes on the RIGHT nipple, the BLACK cable clamps to the…” (34:42)

Max: “Oh boy! Now I can finally set up my 24-hours adults-only naked bunny chat line.” (34:58)

Sam: “Toys...Toys… we must prepare… the toys….”

Max: “Well, that’s just a typical Friday night for YOU, Sam.” (36:45)

Flint Paper: “Oh. Well yeah, that could be it. I was thinking it was you, Sam!”

Max: “You think you know a guy. I’m not angry, Sam, just very disappointed.” (1:03:49)

(For context they’re talking about who might be Girl Stinky’s secret admirer)

Max: “I can’t lie to Flint Paper, Sam!” (1:05:20)

Max: “What kind of pretend mother would I be if I didn’t worry about our imaginary baby?” (1:10:31)

Momma Bosco: “Oh, it’s not all bad. I’m getting better at apparating. And now I don’t leave a trail of ectoplasmic slime behind every time I leave the room.”

Max: “That’s better than Sam can say.” (1:23:13)

Sam: “I’m not gonna rest until I find the guy who killed my partner!” (1:43:13)

Max: “Wow. I feel really very close to you now, Agent Superball.” (1:45:33)

Sam: “I don’t like the thought of you teleporting off without me, Max.” (1:46:33)

Max: “Sam, this is all so sudden! I… I don’t know what to say!” (2:07:10)

Sam: “I think one of us should try to smash through that window with his rock-hard, melon-sized head.”

Max: “And I think one of us should try the door, unless he wants to spend the rest of the day picking plate glass out of his partner’s fluffy white nether regions.” (2:17:00)

Girl Stinky: “Sam and Max? Don’t tell me Skun-ka’pe wants YOU guys to be his love slaves, too?” (2:24:48)

Girl Stinky: “Eww. He wishes. He’s SO not my type. You only have to date an evil gorilla once to learn never to make THAT mistake again.”

Max: “We’ve all been there, girlfriend.” (2:25:07)

Girl Stinky: “Gee, it sounds like YOU two should go out with him. Would you like me to give you guys some privacy?” (2:27:33)

Max: “You’re my best friend, Sam! I know you’d take a bullet for me!” (2:31:02)

Sam: “You keep coming up with creepy disaster scenarios that always end with you eating me, Max. It’s getting annoying.”

Max: “If you don’t like it, then stop looking so damn tasty.” (2:38:11)

Max: “Think of something quick, Sam. I don’t like the way he’s undressing me with his eyes.” (2:53:22)

#Sam and Max #samandmax #Freelance Husbands #The Devil's Playhouse #The Penal Zone #Flor talks #long post #guns cw #this has been sitting in my folders for AGES #on that note; I'm not getting back into sam and max; this is just something I meant to post forever ago #but got lazy about it due to having to put pics together and look for timestamps #(granted once the Devil's Playhouse remake come out I intend on playing all the games outside of vr #and make a compilation of Max being gay; not just through his relationship with Sam but other guys as well)#looking back at it now I'd actually argue some of those aren't exactly gay moments or are just random sex jokes #along with a few that only make sense in a broader context like Max not wanting to lie to Flint bc he has a crush on him #but also I already have all the screenshots from back then so might as well use them #btw my favorite ones are Max complimenting Skun-ka'pe early on bc it's hilarious to see him praise a villain like that #and the one with Sam wanting to throw Max through the shop's window due to how domestic the dialogue is #also when they talk with Flint and Max thinks Sam cheated on him with Stinky

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qprstobin · 4 months

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"there's no evidence that tommy and carol bullied anyone" so publicly humiliating nancy by spray painting nancy the slut wheeler on the hawk sign was just what. because steve implied that was their idea and they did it. you don't just go from never bullying anyone to doing some real diabolical shit like that so. sure steve never bullied anyone but you're reaching trying to extend that to tommy especially. don't forget how easily he got chummy with the racist the following season and joined in gleefully bullying steve

I'm not excusing the graffiti, but I don't think spray painting the slut graffiti as revenge because they (wrongly) thought Nancy cheated on Steve makes it bullying lmao. Bullying is repeated and targeted. One instance is not bullying. I also think "diabolical" is doing a lot of heavy lifting there. Like what they did was cruel, but diabolical? Graffiti and spreading rumors is like the most typical "get revenge on your/your friend's shitty ex" thing you could do, they just did it in public instead of like the school bathroom. Public shaming for cheating is SUCH a common trope, like do you know how often I see that "WELCOME HOME CHEATER" meme? I'm not saying that makes it right, because it doesn't! But it also doesn't make them evil?

Like I never said that Tommy and Carol are nice lol. They're asshole teenagers! That's canon! Steve calls them out on that and breaks ties with them because of it! But being a dick teenager does not make you a bully, all teenagers are dicks lol.

I also think interpreting Tommy's scenes with Billy as that is in bad faith personally. Homeboy is in like two scenes with Billy - one where Tommy is clearly trying to make Steve jealous, and the other where he is making fun of Steve for his gf once again supposedly cheating on him. The gf that Steve dumped his friends for, after she supposedly cheated on him the first time.

And yeah Billy is racist but y'all are acting like? Everyone in the show should automatically know that? How? The racist shit Billy says on screen is mainly to Max, and later in the show where he actually attacks Lucas. There's a good chance that Steve didn't even realize that Billy's attack on the kids was racially motivated until after the fact.

Considering that Billy literally doesn't interact with anyone but his coworkers and Karen in s3, and the fact that Tommy does not actually seem to like violence that much or at least seems to have a limit! Considering how he reacted to the fight in s1 (going from "hell yeah a fight to oh fuck shit is serious"), I don't think Tommy stayed friends with Billy after season 2 lmao. Like idk I did not get the impression that Billy had any friends in s3.

You're accusing me of reaching but saying stuff like "no one goes from never bullying anyone to something that diabolical" isn't? My whole point has always been that he may be a dick, but there's nothing to show him being anything other than a stereotypical class clown type douchebag lol. The Party's fucking bullies threatened them at knife point. Billy bashes a plate over Steve's head and tries to run the kids off the fucking road with his car. The Angela storyline was so extreme that it was unrealistic and is almost an universally hated part of the season. Tommy makes some mean comments, gives Barb a wet willy, and then rubs it in his ex best friend's face that someone has taken his place and that his gf is cheating on him. Like, the graffiti was bad and Nancy should've probably slapped all three of them not just Steve, but it was a petty and misguided revenge scheme, not bullying.

I think if Tommy was intended to be an actual bully the way fandom pretends he is, we would've seen more of it on screen. If Tommy and Carol were so cruel to the whole school, Robin and Eddie would've said something about it? But they don't! The Duffers are SO blatant about how they go about things, I think if they were truly meant to be bullies, they would've been way more obvious about it lmao.

Like, think what you want! If you wanna headcanon them as being an actual bullies, that's your prerogative. But it's not actually canon.

#asks #anon #anonymous #fandom wank #like yeah we can all make assumptions and come to our own and differing conclusions based on canon #but you also have to be realistic about what actually is in canon lol

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boxboxlewis · 2 years

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cw for: mentions of body size, thinness, and weight loss; implied disordered eating; feeding

It’s not a breakup if you were never actually dating someone, and it’s not getting back together if you were never together in the first place. It’s good, though, whatever it is. Being with Daniel again. It’s a hole in Max’s chest patched up and made new, it’s running up the stairs and not stumbling, feeling each step steady and solid under his feet where it’s meant to be.

During the months they weren’t speaking Max kept on winning races, soaring in the RB18, easy as anything, and Daniel kept losing. It feels slightly as if they’re different people now, it feels as if they don’t know each other very well. Max is worried about Daniel, but he isn’t sure if he has the standing to say anything.

In the end, he waits until they’ve just had sex and Daniel is all sleepy and happy. “Daniel,” he says. They’re curled up on their sides, facing each other; Daniel has a leg tucked up into the space between them. Max traces a fingertip over the tattoos on his thigh. Leaves, flower petals, an envelope sealed with wax. There’s no plumpness to the muscle, just a desiccated wiriness, a shrunk-in thinness that makes Max want to shove his fist into his mouth. “Daniel,” he says instead. “Are you. I think, maybe, you could eat a bit more.”

Daniel tenses up; Max can feel it, under his hand, how the relaxation leaves Daniel’s body. Sorry, he wants to say, never mind, I’m sorry, let’s go back, don’t be angry with me. He’s never been very good at dealing with Daniel’s anger, which is part of the reason they stopped talking in the first place. He makes himself stay quiet, though. Not looking at Daniel’s face, just staring still at his thigh and the delicate inkwork there.

“Yeah, so, are you my trainer? My nutritionist?” Daniel asks. His voice is brittle, the way it never gets in interviews, even when journalists ask stupid questions that hurt him. In a way it’s a privilege, to hear him be unpleasant: an honour accorded only to a select few.

Max says, “No, but—”

“Uh-huh. Great, didn’t think so. End of conversation.”

Max says, carefully, “I am not your trainer, but I am someone who cares about you.”

“If you’re worried about it,” Daniel says, “don’t be. Any weight under the limit gets added to the car as ballast, you know that.”

Max’s throat hurts in the way that means he’s going to start crying soon. “Daniel, I am not worried about you—about you getting some competitive advantage, I—”

“Oh, right, of course not,” Daniel says. “I’m not a threat anymore, am I? Not to the great Max Verstappen.”

Max tries to make a neutral listening sound but it comes out as more of a groan. “I’m going—I’m going to go, I need to get something,” he says. “Daniel, can I. In a few minutes I will be back, ok? Will you let me in?” He looks up at Daniel’s face, trying to find an answer there.

Daniel is pale and frowning, visibly holding himself together. There’s the little pucker at the side of face that means he’s biting his cheek. “Fine,” he says. “Whatever. Fine.”

Max gets an Uber to a nearby supermarket and spends too long deliberating, as if picking the exact right thing is going to make the fucking difference here. It’s all right, though; he’s still back at Daniel’s hotel room in well under an hour. He taps at the door and thinks about how stupid he’ll feel if Daniel doesn’t let him in.

Daniel lets him in. He got dressed, while Max was out: is armoured again in a baggy t-shirt and shorts.

Max tries to make his voice sound cheerful. “You have to like this, because I had to ask the concierge for spoons, and she thought I was some kind of freak,” he says. He leads Daniel over to the seating area by the window; gets settled on the sofa with Daniel next to him and starts getting things out of his carrier bag: the pint of ice cream, the spoons, the fucking cloth napkins the concierge gave him along with the spoons. “She asked me what room I was staying in and I of course gave her your number, so, maybe you will be charged for them, I don’t know.”

Daniel is looking at the ice cream. He says, “This is a nice fucking hotel, Maxy, they’re not going to charge me for spoons,” and he doesn’t sound angry.

“Ok,” Max says. He fumbles a bit with the ring of plastic that seals the ice cream shut. Has to rip it open with his teeth, in the end; Daniel just watches. “I got vanilla, and it is a nice one. Only four ingredients.” He prises the lid up. The ice cream has softened a bit, during the Uber ride back from the store. When Max presses a spoon to its surface the metal slides in easily.

Max takes the first bite himself. The cold richness on his tongue, the way sweetness coats his mouth and slides down his throat, it’s good. He moans a bit and he’s not even exaggerating. “Ok, Daniel,” he says, when he's swallowed, when only the memory of the taste lingers on his tongue. “Your turn.” He levers the spoon back into the ice cream. “Open up.”

It feels weird to be feeding Daniel something that’s not his dick. It’s not as dissimilar as Max might have expected, though. There’s something erotic about the way Daniel opens his mouth for him, about Daniel’s eyes on him as he pushes the spoon forward. Daniel closes his lips around the spoon, and closes his eyes, and just pauses: for a moment Max isn’t sure if he’s going to swallow. When he does something in Max’s chest relaxes.

“Yeah, wow,” Daniel says, blinking. “I think, uh. Maybe you were right. This round to Max Verstappen. Turns out ice cream is still fuckin’ great.”

It’s not a competition, Max thinks, it’s not always a competition. Sometimes things are just nice. Sometimes a gift is just a gift; let me give it to you.

He gets another spoonful ready.

#maxiel #my fic #this can also be read as an extended fuck-you to michael italiano

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frenchfrywrites · 2 years

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Can i ask for smexy hc for ghostface? (Billy and/or stu pls)

NSFW HCS for Ghostface(s)

MINORS DNI

I feel like they'd both be very similar and very different at the same time..

Billy

Sub bottom all. the. way.

Oh and he is totally a brat

An.. aggressive kind of brat if that makes sense?

He needs a hard dom

Bc he totally talks shit, fights, and struggles against you until you break him

Loves (hard) degradation, and will do evil lil things to get it

Also loves humiliation- to an extent

Pretty much any type of punishment is good with him

I mean he def has some limits but you can push him a lot

Cries a lot once you break him

And he's pretty quiet until you break him

But then hes a sobbing whining whimpering baby

I think he could be very into pet play!

He's a kitty boy!!

Sometimes he's not down for a scene/getting into a headspace but he always loves being called kitty/kitten

I think he'd like to call you master mostly

Ofc he (and Stu) like phone sex

But it's more like foreplay bc both can't wait long enough to climax on phone with you

Billy would also like roleplaying

He likes scenes where you pretend to be Ghostface (and he's the final girl) (knife included bc even if I don't like it I can't deny that Billy would totally love knife play)

Speaking of final girls.. I think Billy would like feminization a lil

Maybe don't call his chest tits, but def let him dress up for you and call him a pretty girl

Oh and on the note of roleplaying I think Billy would really like full day scenes or constant rules

If you gave him a list of rules he'd try to break all of them and with each punishment/harsh reminder he gets, the more turned on he becomes

Stu

I think Stu needs a softish dom

Bc yeah he will be a brat

But in a teasing way

He will work you up and break rules, then giggle when you confront him

He doesn't like degradation very much

Best way to get him to behave is to make his mouth busy

Your fingers, a dildo gag, have him eat you out, stuff his mouth full of cock, etc

I think he has an oral fixation and doing any (or all) of those things brings him right into subspace

Although I think he prefers (very big) dildos/cocks down his throat

He wants to struggle to breathe (and gag.. I def think Stu would like emetophilia)

He also loves overstimulation (but gets cranky with edging)

Also likes pet play, and he is a puppy boy!!!

Can and will go nonverbal but he is never quiet lmao

He likes when you have a title (and will totally use it in public, teasingly)

He definitely likes being called a good boy/girl

Stu likes feminization to the max, and will encourage it fully

He loves to buy expensive lingerie just to have you tear it apart

He wants to be a bimbo.. so dumbification is a must

I think he'd also really like exhibitionism

He wants to show off how good you can fuck him/he can fuck

Omg omg okay the only way Stu is willingly good and obedient is if it's to show off (especially to Billy)

Like Stu would love if you fucked him and told Billy this is what happens if you're a good boy. Ultimate fantasy for him

He can top, but won't ever dom

(likes to top Billy with your help)

#implied polyam btwn u stu n billy btw #rq #brainrot #spice #sub ghostface #sub stu macher #sub billy loomis #slashers

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boyswhowawa · 7 months

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Artisaint [Dancing's Done]

(trigger warning, stylized blood and violence)

Played around a bit

Had a lot of fun making this piece, ajds;lkfja;sldkfjakl;skdfj, took me a bit over 3 hours...

some more fun stuff under the cut >:D (chat about process/alternative color one/song pairing)

First things first, this piece pairs well with this song, to me;

"People like you and me were born to run" my brain went "ough that's them alright" "Where we goin' when the dancin's done" and I was like "well yeah they're doomed to eternity aren't they... there's nowhere TO go" "Take me to the edge of afterlife" and I was like, very literal with this one i was like "oh yeah neither of them can ENTER the afterlife, they're stuck on the edge"

and also just, the song slaps ngl ajs;fdklajdf;la

and also also

alt colors version !

one where Saint is more blue to match, and Arti is more red to match, pretty simple, but I like both versions a lot, ajsdf;laks

The first one isn't evven their natural colors, it's just done for fun and such, and I thought those colors looked good for the piece, but then I wanted an alt wehre they were more red and I ended up liking it ! so I am sharing both

OKAY PROCESS LET'S GO

The initial sketch of course

it was at this point I went "oh god is this too much for me?" "hey, it's okay Foxes, you just gotta try, okay?" and so I did

Saint and Arti<3 I did arti first, then saint, and I had a ton of fun figuring out how to do them, I wanted to limit the amount of colors I was allowed to use for them, 3 base colors for the body, then eyes I could do whatever (which was mostly for Arti)

It made me really think hard about what I wanted to do, and I'm really happy with how they came out

so close......

this is when I finished the void worm! I learned my program had filters so I went kinda crazy using them on this piece, asjd;flkajdsf;al

for the arti half, i was basically just using the sketch as a rough guide, and I was doing it one layer at a time

the second layer of pink on the right done

the second layer of pink on the left done

this centipede wasn't in the sketch at all!! but I thought adding it would help with the variety of things there, and with the balance of the piece, originally it was just gonna be another spear there

left side all pinked up

and right side all pinked up!!

I really loved how it all looked, it was super fun playing with those colors, and I'm DEFINITELY doing something like this again sometime

did some filter wrok, and boom, it was done!

it was a blast to work on, and I hope y'all enjoy it >:D

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onstrangerthighs · 1 year

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I'll Find You (Today, Tomorrow, and Yesterday)

For @billyhargrovebingo

TW: suicidal thoughts

--Chapter One: The Funeral--

He stares anywhere but at the framed picture of a clean-cut Billy Hargrove, dressed in a white button-up shirt, something Steve is sure he wouldn’t have been caught dead wearing. In the photo, Billy’s all teeth, his face pulled taut like a rubber band at its limit. A fake smile if Steve ever saw one.

Did he ever see Billy with a real smile?

Yes. Shirts vs. Skins, that day in gym class. He had worn a tired but cheeky grin, cerulean eyes locked on Steve; a famished lion hungry for a challenge, and then some.

He picks at a loose blue thread— the same shade as his eyes.

Steve’s parents had flown in two days earlier when word reached them about Starcourt. Nothing about what really happened, just the official cover story everyone agreed to tell. The last words Steve spoke before going completely mute were “Billy saved us.”

“That color suits you, son,” his mother said as she straightened his collar, something she hadn’t done since he was ten. They’d actually sat together as a family back then.

He’d looked in the mirror on his way out and couldn’t place why, but he’d gotten a little choked up. Yeah, blue looks good on me.

It looked better on Billy.

“Quite the turn out, huh?” Tommy’s voice is the quietest it’s ever been.

Steve scoffs. School had been canceled so everyone would be able to attend the service, so majority of “grievers” were just happy to get a day off.

“He-uh-liked you.”

The program scrunches up in his tightening grip.

“He asked a bunch of questions, wanted to know all about ‘King Steve’,” Tommy laughs hollowly. “He... really came alive around you.”

A lone tear rebels against Steve’s dry eyes and onto the paper.

“If Billy were here right now, ya know what he’d say?”

You only knew him for a few minutes. Then again, Billy did have this strange effect on people, himself included, where he made such an impression that it was like you’d known him forever. He left you breathless, always wanting more of him.

Tommy goes to hug Steve, but instead settles for a shoulder pat, leaving a space that doesn’t stay empty for long.

Was that what happened when people died? Did they just… get replaced?

As Nancy would say, bullshit. Some holes can never be filled by anyone*.* Billy was a tough act to follow. He wasn’t meant to be replaced. He wasn’t meant to die.

It’s far too sunny for a day like this.

“Max is trying to get her mother out of the bathroom,” El - oh, that’s who’s sitting next to him- says. She holds a tissue box close to her chest and squeezes his fist. “Billy was special to me, too. He was a hero, Steve.”

Look what that got him. He died for a town that didn’t give a shit about him when he was alive. He should be here.

“Sometimes I think he should’ve let the Mind Flayer take me. But that wasn’t who Billy was. He was the hero we all needed, and he never got saved. Mike says I’m one a lot… I don’t think any of us are.”

This girl really is much too wise for her age. If anyone knew the real Billy, it’d be El, who had started calling him her big brother.

“You met him. During basketball. You-” El pauses, looking at him sadly before continuing, “you were one of his happy memories. He didn’t have many.”

If he were alive, maybe I’d be brave enough to tell him he made me happy, too. At least I put a smile on his face, even if it was only for a couple of minutes. It was special to him. Was I-

No. No use in going down that road. If only… I’d known sooner how cruel summer could be to stars in Indiana.

“I’ve got you,” Max assures her wobbly mother as she half-drags her dead weight to their seats. When they pass by Steve, they don’t look at him. Susan smells like she drank an entire liquor store in preparation to face her dead stepson one last time, and when Jonathan leaves his own torn family to offer some help, Max hisses at him, “Help? A little late for that, don’t you think?”

Jonathan opens and closes his mouth, because he really can’t argue otherwise. Neither can Steve. Nancy watches the tense exchange from a distance with haunted eyes.

“We… we didn’t kill him, Steve.” She’d whispered over the phone two nights prior, sounding just as guilty as he felt all the same.

“Yeah? Well, we sure as hell didn’t try to help him, either.”

Before Billy’s coffin is lowered into the ground, everyone gets in line with flowers to lay on it… him. Max goes first, barely holding back tears as she sobs her goodbyes. El abandons Steve’s side to hug Joyce, which is understandable. He’s not exactly the warmest person.

“I can’t do this,” Susan cries loudly, dropping her flower.

“Mom! You promised! You said you would do this for him!” Max pleads, hiccupping.

“None of us should be here.”

“Mom, what are you-”

Susan pulls away from her and kneels down beside the coffin, trembling. “I failed him. He was so young! It’s all my fault! All this damned town’s fault! We killed Billy!”

We killed Billy.

As soon as they arrive home, Steve runs to the bathroom and vomits his breakfast. His parents don’t bother checking on him. They’re probably already gone. Now it’s just him and his guilt. He counts sheep until eventually falling asleep. Every few hours he wakes up screaming for Billy to run. To get back in his Camaro and keep driving.

At 12: 00 am, his own screams scare him awake, and his nailed bat isn’t by his bedside like it usually is.

2: 00 am… he pretty much gives up on getting in the mandatory 8 hours. He hasn’t slept since this whole mess with the Upside Down, when he learned that monsters were real. He stares holes through his ceiling. Billy died not even knowing what the fuck was going on. Why didn’t we tell him? So what if it was supposed to be a secret? He deserved to know.

And yet…

You punched him. Your last words to him were “get out.” You could’ve opened the fridge! You could’ve shown him the creepy ass demo-whatever. You never say the right thing, do you? You’ve wasted words and started fights. So many mistakes.

Oh, and you lied to him about his sister. He looked at you like you were a freak. Now you’re feeling sorry for yourself while he’s seven feet under? Typical.

If I could fix it, trust me, I would!

Gifts won’t bring me back, Harrington.

I know.

2: 45 am, and Steve finally dozes off, praying for the first time since his first communion… begging God to kill him.

#tw suicidal thoughts #harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #el hopper #max mayfield #my writing #unedited #angst #susan mayfield #yes this is the time travel thing

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lady-murderess · 8 days

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I'm Not Going — Mike and Abby Drabble...ish?

I have barely seen anyone write something for these two just being siblings in a day to day life, so I threw this together randomly and here it is?

“Abs?” Mike called for his sister from the kitchen, apple juice carton in hand.

"... Abby?”

He called again, refusing to move from the very spot he stood. Stubborn, perhaps. But Abby was just as bad, she too was stubborn, giving him no answers and not appearing, clearly just straight up ignoring him. But this wasn't new, this type of behaviour had been the norm for quite some time now.

“Abby, I swear if you don't answer me...”

He was getting more and more agitated by the second, starting to apply a little pressure to the carton, squeezing it between his fingers. God, he hated this. How did the two of them get here? Mike didn't know and it bugged him, he was trying his best for her and it hurt that she didn't want to know. But okay, fuck it. He heavy handily put the carton down on the counter and made his way to her bedroom door, not even bothering to knock as he barged in. The two of them were on a time limit and he didn’t have time for this.

Once he stepped in, she was exactly right where he thought she'd be; at her desk, crayon in hand, colouring. “Are you gonna keep ignoring me, or what?” He waited for an answer yet again, tapping his foot impatiently on the carpeted floor. And of course, she still sat there, now humming to herself as she coloured.

“Oh my god… Abby!” Mike moved forward and snatched the crayon out of her hand. “Mike! Give it back!” Abby squealed, to which he shook his head. “Nope! Not until you listen to me.”

Throwing herself back into her chair, Abby crossed her arms and huffed. “I’m not going to Aunt Jane’s.”

“Yeah, but you have to.” Mike huffed, putting the crayon down on the desk, his shoulders deflating in the process. “It’s not like I want you to go there either, but I gotta go look for work. This house isn’t gonna pay for itself, and it’s not like I can just take you with me. Max is busy, so this is the only option we’ve got.” God, he hated when he’d have to take his sister to their Aunt’s, it was always a shit show just to get out of the house. And as much as it frustrated the hell out of him, Mike got his sister’s reluctance. Mike didn’t like Aunt Jane either, she was cruel and always looked down at him, and given her recent attempts to take his sister away from him, Mike began to fear that one day he’d drop Abby off and not be allowed to take her back home with him. But like always, he had no choice.

“Can I just sit in the car while you go to the job center?” Abby looked up at him with a sad face. The sadness made Mike soften up. He brought himself down into a crouch so he was now at her level and gave a half smile. “Wish you could, but what would people say, huh? Come on… You go to Aunt Jane’s for me and when I pick you up, we’ll go to McDonalds after. How about that?” Although he really couldn’t afford to, bargaining with Abby like this was one of the few ways he could persuade her.

“And I can get what I want?” Abby asked, hopeful.

“Sure, Abs. Whatever you want.” Mike replied, now a lot calmer than what he just was. Standing up, he’d pat her head gently and make his way out of her room, “Go get ready, you’ve got five minutes.”

#mike schmidt #abby schmidt #fnaf movie #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddy's movie #josh hutcherson #piper rubio #lady murderess #gamsgifs #my gifs #LM : Drabble #drabble #siblings

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hermionegalathynius · 1 year

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The 1st Time Steve Surprised You:

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: guns, general fear of death.

“Dustin, you knucklehead! Where the hell are you?” you shouted into the walkie-talkie.

You had just arrived at your friend’s house in Indianapolis where you were due to stay over for the weekend when your brother had called you to tell you that Dart — the funny reptilian he had found in the trash two nights previously — had grown huge and eaten the cat. A sigh had escaped your mouth when you’d put the phone down, knowing you would have to cut your trip short in order to help out your helpless brother.

So you had driven the hour back. Fuming. Dustin had promised—promised—that this Dart thing would not become a problem. That he would be able to look after mom and himself for 48 hours while you took some time to visit an old friend. But no.

To top it off, he and the cat-eating creature were no where to be found when you got home.

“Oh thank god! Y/n! You’re okay!” Dustin exclaimed.

“What’s going on, Dustin?” you asked, voice dangerously clipped, “You’re not out hunting that creature by yourself, are you?”

“No, Steve’s with me,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone.

Shock barrelled through you and you sat down on your bed, “Steve Harrington?”

“Yeah! We’re on our way to the old junkyard. Meet us there in half an hour,” he said.

Then the line clicked off. You held the walkie-talkie in front of you, frowning at it as if you couldn’t comprehend its existence.

Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington was helping your geeky brother catch a monster? Since when did that jock associate himself with the DnD crowd? You had heard through the grapevine that he and Nancy Wheeler had broken up — maybe this was his way of taking his mind off it? Either way, it was weird, and you weren’t about the entrust your baby brother’s safety to that idiot. Even if he had helped the gang get rid of the demogorgon last year.

Huffing in slight annoyance, you grabbed your keys and you father’s old gun and jumped in the car to drive to the junkyard. After the chaos of last year with the demogorgon, you had decided it was time to reload the old thing just in case.

When you got there, you could already see Dustin and Steve as well as Lucas and Dustin’s newest friend Max. You were pretty sure Dustin had a crush on the red-haired girl, and the thought made you smile as you stopped the car and got out.

“Y/n!” Dustin exclaimed running up to you, “We’re reinforcing that bus to wait for Dart.”

You looked towards were he was pointing and saw Lucas and Max helping Steve apply metal sheets to the open windows. As if he could feel your gaze, Harrington turned his head and his gaze met yours. You didn’t know him well enough to be able to read the emotion in his eyes as he nodded his head in greeting. You returned the gesture a little awkwardly, trying not to blush.

In your defence, you were a huge nerd and not one for popularity or social interaction. It was no secret that Steve was attractive, and your limited experience with talking to attractive guys your age meant you found yourself severely self-conscious of how you were placing your arms at your sides.

Dustin, barely noticing the tiny interaction, grabbed your arm and pulled you to the bus. Reluctantly, you began helping them reinforce the structure, knowing that if you didn’t, they would go on with their plan anyway, and you might as well ensure they had one sensible person looking out for them.

“I didn’t know Dustin had told you about…” Steve trailed off nonchalantly as you were helping him place a sheet on the roof of the bus.

“Everything?” you finished for him, a small chuckle leaving your lips as you wiped the sweat from your palms on your marker-riddled jeans, “Yeah, I kind of forced it out of him after he rejected my offer to DM their next DnD game for them last year. I got suspicious because he and the boys are usually ecstatic when I DM for them.”

“And DM means…” Steve asked, amusement and confusion written plainly on his features.

You smiled apologetically, “Oh yeah sorry. DM means ‘Dungeon Master’. I basically come up with the story they follow in the game.”

He nodded, smile widening as he slid off the roof of the bus, “Ah, so you’re like a Queen of the Nerds type girl.”

You frowned playfully at him and accepted his offered hand to help you down, “They call you ‘King Steve’, don’t they?”

He winced, hands gripping your shoulders to steady you when you stumbled after jumping down, “Uh, yeah. I’m liking that nickname less and less, actually.”

Was Steve Harrington actually becoming a sensible human being? It shocked you to your very core.

“If if helps, I prefer you when your not being ‘King Steve’.” You told him, nudging his shoulder gently as you climbed back inside the bus, work finally completed.

He huffed a laugh, “And you know me well enough to be able to tell the difference?”

You shrugged, “No, but I don’t think you’re as mysterious as you think you are. Which is a good thing, of course.”

“Yeah?” he asked, shutting the bus’s sliding door once all the kids had gotten in.

“Yeah,” you confirmed, “It makes you seem more down to Earth. More real.”

The two of you spent the next thirty minutes chatting away as if you hadn’t just met. You talked about your brother, who was currently up on the roof with Max and Lucas looking out for Dart — about his obvious like for Max mostly, from which Steve told you about his chat with Dustin about how to talk to girls. You had snorted at his advice, resulting in him feigning hurt and you bursting out in a fit of giggles.

“I’ll tell you now, if a guy ever tried to convince me he doesn’t care, he’s out the door,” you said, prompting a raised brow from the boy opposite you, “Don’t give me that look, Harrington, it’s true. I don’t intend to waste time playing games.”

He rolled his eyes, “Oh yeah, right. Because you just want the guy to be completely honesty from the beginning and pour out his heart to you on the first date.”

You kicked him playfully, grinning when he yelped softly, “Honesty, yes. Pouring out his heart on the first date, of course not. You don’t always have to be playing a game with the girl your dating, surely you know that Steve?”

He shrugged, “I guess you could say some girls are different.”

“Like Wheeler…?” You tried gently, unsure of how he would react.

He nodded.

“If I may ask, why did you and Wheeler break up? From the sound of it, you guys were pretty serious,” you ventured some more, hoping you weren’t crossing any lines.

Steve swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing, “She, uh… Nancy didn’t feel the same way I did, and by the looks of it, she wasn’t going to anytime soon. I decided I didn’t want to wait around for her to fall for me anymore.”

He sounded so sad, you actually felt bad for him. You hadn’t realised how much the break up with Nancy had affected him. In all honesty, this night was revealing more about Steve Harrington to you than you’d ever expected to know — and you were beginning to realise you didn’t mind one bit.

“We can see Dart,” Dustin said, interrupting the conversation flow. Suddenly you and Steve were up, peering through the gaps in the metal sheeting. Sure enough, through the fog you could just make out the figure of a dog-like creature with a strangely shaped head.

“Why isn’t it eating the meat?” Lucas asked as he and Max climbed down the ladder.

“Maybe he’s full?” you said, adrenaline kicking into your bloodstream. Your fingertips brushed the grip of the gun in your pocket.

It was Steve’s words that sent a chill down your spine, “Maybe he’s sick of cow.”

“Wait, Steve, where are you going?” Dustin demanded as Steve grabbed his nail-bat and made his way to the door of the bus.

“Just stay inside the bus and be ready to open the door for me,” was all Steve said, adjusting his white-knuckle grip on the bat.

Out of all the details you had learned about him tonight, this action shocked you the most. He was actually going to offer himself up as bait. He really wasn’t the old Steve Harrington you knew from school.

“Harrington, this may just be a bad idea,” you said, warning lacing your tone.

He met your gaze, the only trace of fear in his body showing through his tight grip on the bat, “Well, until you come up with a better one, look after the kids.”

Jaw clenched in frustration, you watched as he hopped out of the bus, shutting the door behind him. Through the gaps in the sheets of metal, you and the kids could see him walk out into the open, his eyes firmly on Dart who was watching him just as intently. Steve took a clearly defensive stance, holding the bat out in front of him.

Then you saw it.

Another creature crawling on top of an old rusted car about a yard away from the bus. Then another creeping through the fog between your car and an old motorcycle. Suddenly they were everywhere, surrounding the space where Steve stood, oblivious to the immanent danger he was in.

“Demodogs,” Dustin whispered.

“Steve! Behind you!” Max shouted.

Reluctant to take his eyes off of what you had assumed was Dart, Steve shot a quick glance behind him and did a double take.

“Shit,” you heard him mutter.

“Run Harrington!” you yelled, fear coursing through you.

“Shit shit shit shit,” he repeated, bolting towards the bus, bat still in hand. The demodogs ran after him, their reptilian tails bobbing with each bound.

You felt sick to your stomach. Dustin was at the door, pulling it open for Steve to leap in.

The dogs were catching up to him and he still have a few meters to go…

“Come on Harrington,” you breathed, watching through the same gap as he swung the bat at a dog that got too close, sending it flying.

With one last leap he was in the bus and Dustin was shutting it behind him. Almost immediately, there was a thud on the door, and the metal bent inwards to show the imprint of a demodog.

“They’re everywhere, what are we going to do,” Lucas muttered.

“Well they can’t get in here, so as long as we keep them out we’re safe,” you said, just as a clawed hand scraped lines through the door sheet.

Steve swore under his breath and held the bat up ready to whack anything that tried to climb through the door. You grabbed the gun in your pocket and clicked the safety off, telling the kids to stay in the middle of the bus.

“You had that the whole time?” Steve asked, shock lacing his tone.

You scowled, “Now’s not the time, Harrington. Just be glad we have another weapon other than your make-shift mace-bat.

He huffed In annoyance, but didn’t have time to reply as another clawed hand punched through the metal. With a yelp, he whacked it with the bat, eliciting a cry of pain from the dog outside the bus.

Another head punched through the metal in front of you and you instantly shot at it, the bullet sinking into the slimy flesh of it’s open mouth.

“Shit,” Dustin said.

“Language,” you and Steve reprimanded in unison.

Then there was a thud on the roof.

“Uh, guys…” Max said from where she stood at the base of the ladder, her chin tilted up to look at the open roof hatch.

“Crap,” you swore, rushing to her side, gun cocked in your hand.

A slimy head peered over the rim and you pulled the trigger. Well, you tried to. It stuck.

“The trigger’s jammed!” You exclaimed, panic overtaking you, “Shit!”

The demodog opened it’s mouth and made a bone chilling sound. Max screamed.

But then it was gone. Had leapt off the bus. From the sounds of it the rest of them were following suite.

“What… what just happened,” Steve rasped.

“They left,” you murmured.

“Maybe something called them away?” Dustin suggested.

You lowered the gun and put the safety back on. Not that you could shoot it if you wanted to. The thing was ancient. No wonder it had jammed.

“That’s not nearly as comforting as I would like,” you replied.

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Part 1 - Fic

The three o'clock bell rang two minutes late. El Byers jumped out of her seat and sprinted out of the classroom. She had to find her brother. Will should have art now. El groaned, the art classrooms were on the other side of the school.

As she ran El bumped into someone.

"Jane! Watch where you're going!" Cried a nasty voice.

El looked up and her heart skipped a beat. A tall girl with a blonde, low ponytail and a face crafted by the gods was standing in front of her. Oh no.

"Sorry Angela." She muttered as she ran around the blonde girl.

Angela smirked.

"Watch out Hopper!" She calls after El.

After what seemed to be a hundred years, El finally got to the art block.

El peeked into a window, A4. Yes! There was Will!

She opened the door and jumped.

"Will!"

"Jane!" He cried, turning away from his canvas. Will walked over to the door where El stood.

El was always called Jane Hopper at school, it was to keep her real identity secret. If the wrong people found out the true story about Will and Eleven Byers, their whole family could become subject to torture or something far worse...

"C'mon, we're meeting Max out the front of school!" El urged him.

"Alright, let's go then."

El basically dragged Will out of the classroom.

"How was art?" El asked Will.

"It was fun. I'm painting a dragon!"

"One from dnd?"

"Yeah. How was woodwork?"

"Eh, it was OK. I wish Max was there."

"It's a shame the school won't let her do woodwork, she's really good at it."

Hawkins High wouldn't allow Max to take woodwork on account of it being "too dangerous for her because she's blind." El had seen Max drop into a 20 foot halfpipe, no helmet. What was really so dangerous about a hammer?

“Max has this friend who’s transferring here, I think you’d get along well. Like me and Max!” said El, jumping to the bottom of a flight of stairs.

Will gave her a knowing grin.

“What?”

“Nothing, I’m just glad you’ve got a friend like Max.” Will replied.

He was glad. After living as a lab rat for twelve years, El deserved to have a good best friend. She'd struggled with bullying since she started school in 9th grade. People picked at her limited speech and lack of social skills. Will had never been able to stand up to bullies, but Max Mayfield? Yeah, Will Byers will never forget the day she poured half a gallon of strawberry milk into the bags of Troy Walsh and his dickhead friends.

Finally, the Byers twins reached the entrance of the school buiding.

El sprinted out the doors, having spotted Max. She could really run when she felt like it.

Will followed her. He could also run when he felt like it... He really didn't feel like it.

“Max!” El called out to her friend, knowing Max wouldn’t see her coming.

“Jane!” Called Max, swinging her head around, trying to place what direction El’s voice had come from.

“Jane slow dow--” Will stopped mid protest, he saw the person standing next to Max.

He was the most handsome person Will had ever seen. Long black hair, a black hoodie paired with black jeans. Lots of black actually, because he was also wearing black converse all stars.

"H-hi, I'm Will!" Will's face resembled a beetroot.

"Hey, I'm Mike. Nice to meet you!"

Will beamed, and Mike smiled back. Next to them, El was almost suffocating Max in a bone-crushing hug. They whispered something to eachother, and then fell apart, El had a mischievous glint in her eyes, and Max a meddling smirk.

El turned to Mike.

"Hey Jane."

"Hey Mike!"

She attempted to hide her trouble-making tone, but Will knew it all to well to be fooled. He was about to say something when Max slid over.

"Have a good day Will?" She asked. She folded her arms. She was definitely up to something.

"Yeah, pretty good." Will replied, slightly suspicious.

Mike turned to face everyone.

"I've got to go. A tour of the school or something."

"Bye Mike!" Cried El, jumping and waving, overenthusiastic as ever.

Max settled for a simple "C ya."

Will waved with a smile.

"Nice to meet you Mike. See you around?"

"For sure!" Mike agreed. Will's heart gave a flutter.

Damn it! A crush was the last thing Will needed to deal with at the moment. Honestly, as if he didn't have enough on his plate.

Mike waved as he walked into the entrance of the school building. Rows of lockers were scattered throughout the front building.

He's pretty cute, Mike thought. How does Max find the cute ones? She can't even see!

Will, El and Max rode down the street towards their neighborhood. Max on her skateboard, Will on his bike and El on rollerblades. El was surprisingly good at rollerskating, Will had been suspicious she was using her powers to steady herself, but no, El just had natural talent.

"Where'd you meet Mike?" Will asked Max, in what was supposed to be a casual tone, but probably wasn't.

Max paused skating. She brought her hand up to her face and frowned in thought.

“I think... Yeah we met in elementary school. Back when we went to the Grammar School. He was in my class in the second grade.”

Hawkins Grammar School was a big fancy building on the other side of town. It took kindergarten through to seniors. All the rich, snobby kids went there. Well, most of them. A few, like Angela and Steve Harrington went to Hawkins High.

“You went to the Grammar School?” Will was surprised. The Byers had only ever been to the public schools. The grammar school was expensive, and Joyce never saw the appeal of it anyway. Why pay extra just for the same thing?

“For a couple of years, yeah. Until Mom and my stepdad got married. Billy didn’t want to go to the grammar school, and so I had to move.” Max rolled her eyes - old habits.

“Did you ever meet Dustin?” Asked El. Dustin Henderson was a good friend of Will’s. In elementary school, Dustin was on a scholarship at the Grammar school. It paid half the yearly cost, but when Dustin’s dad had passed away, the Hendersons couldn't cover the cost on only his mom's minimum wadge job.

“Yeah, he and Mike were friends, so I knew him a little bit, but it wasn’t really ‘til Middle School when I started dating Lucas that we actually became friends.”

“Then we met through Dustin and Lucas.” Will added.

Lucas Sinclair was Will's other best friend. They'd been friends since elementary school. Lucas and Will always wanted to play "wizards and warriors" at recess. Wizards and warriors mostly consisted of waving sticks around and trying to speak in old English. Is it surprising they love dnd?

Max nods, “Then I met Jane well, you know when...” Max trailed off.

Max and El had met in a very unusual manner. But that was a story for another day.

“Race you to our street!” Yelled El, already flying ahead on her rollerblades.

“Unfair!” Cried Max, pushing her skateboard and cruising down the street.

Will chuckled and peddled faster, determined to beat El. He can’t let her win three days in a row.

***

The Byers' kitchen is cozy, with it's strawberry wallpaper and marble bench. On said bench sits El Byers. She has a smug grin on her face.

“Three days in a row!” She cried. Will shook his head. Siblings are infuriating.

"You cheated."

"Sure."

“Hurry up with the snacks. We’re supposed to meet Max back at the park in two minutes.”

El reached for a few cookies, opening the pantry and moving the food with her powers. Then she shoved them into her bag.

“Done!” She cried as she jumped off the bench. She wiped the blood from her nose. Should El use her powers for household tasks? No, probably not. Does she do it anyway? Absolutely.

“Let’s go then.”

A snapchat notification sounded. El checked her phone. El's phone case was covered in tiny sitck-on dimonties.

“Max just wanted to let us know Mike will be at the park.” El informed him, the ghost of a badly concealed grin crossed her face.

“That's okay. I don’t mind.” Maybe he and Mike can hang out when El and Max inevitably ditch him to use El’s powers in some incredibly irresponsible way that Will should reprimand them for but can’t actually be bothered to. (What Joyce and Hop don’t know won’t hurt them.)

"So, what do you think of Mike?"

Will can hear the grin on El's face. It sings I'm up to no gooooood agaaaaiiiin. Will groaned, if Mike's transferring to Hawkins High, then he'll be hearing a lot more singing grins.

"I don't know, I only spoke two sentences to him!"

"Hm." El seemed unconvinced. She typed something into her phone, then slid it into her bag.

"We should go meet Max and Mike now!" El urged Will, as though she wasn't just wasting time gloating about cheating.

Will followed his twin sister out of the kitchen. He turned off the lights, wiping the blood from his own nose. The scar where a 012 tattoo used to be got smeared with red.

"You shouldn't use your powers for silly things, like turning off the lights." El reprimanded him, waggling her finger and tutting.

"Hypocrite!"

"You shouldn't!"

"I'll zap you!" Will wiggled his fingers at El, squinting his eyes in mock concentration.

El chuckled, it's fun to wind up her brother sometimes. Will has never used his powers to hurt anyone. Except Brenner, but he deserved it.

El and Will Byers leave the Byers house, each with blood on their sleeves.

links: chapter 1 comic.

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JFDSJFLDSKJF LUME HAVE I EvER MENTIONED STRAIGHT UP HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU LIKE YOU WERE THE FIRST PERSON I ACTIVELY FOLLOWED AFTER MY FEW DaYS ON TUMBLR AND I WAS SO SCARED TO ASK TO BE YOUR MOOTIE BUT YOU WERE SO NICE AND I AM STILL TO THIS DAY SO HAPPY WHENEVER I GET A NOTIF SAYING THAT yOUVE SAID SOMETHING COMPLETLEY UNHEARD OF ABySYmAL IMPROBABLE AND PROBABLY SOCIALLY UNNACEPTABLE BUT I STILL LVOE YOU BECAUSE YOURE JUST BEING A SILLY GOOSE AND WE ARE ALL SILLY GOOSES ?!?!

this made me have the biggest smile ever and the day hasn’t even started yet.. that’s something. basically i just woke up and smiled really big :) it’s a good feeling but ahem. this’ll be quite long so bear with me.

MELONNNN MY SWEET FELLOW (NORMAL) XIAO SIMP LOVER I LOVE YOU TOO SOSOSOSO MUCH I’M SUPER GLAD I WAS THE FIRST PERSON YOU ACTIVELY FOLLOW WHEN YOU FIRST STARTED HERE!! DON’T EVER BE SCARED TO TALK TO ME ABOUT ANYTHING, POP IN MY INBOX, OR WHATEVER ELSE BECAUSE INTERACTING WITH PEOPLE IS MY FORTE (NOT IRL THOUGH THAT’S A GIVEN BUT YOU GET WHAT I MEAN)

I LOVE MAKING NEW MUTUALS SO NOOOO DON’T BE SCARED TO ASK IF YOU WANT TO BE MUTUALS WITH ME THIS GOES FOR ANYONE TOO BECAUSE I LIKE MEETING NEW PEOPLE HERE REGARDLESS OF WHERE THEY STAND IN THEIR PLATFORM <3 JUST PICKING MUTUALS UP TO BE ONE OF MY CHILDREN PLATONICALLY BECAUSE SOME SEE ME AS A PARENTAL FIGURE (MAKES SENSE BECAUSE I’M OLD AND WRINKLING ALREADY MY INTELLIGENCE LEVELS ARE ACTIVELY DROPPING) OR JUST GOOD FRIENDS TO MESS AROUND WITH AND HAVE A GOOD TIME I SUPPOSE, SEE ME AS A PARENT, COOL, A NICE FRIEND, COOL, A TALENTED WRITER EVEN THOUGH I RARELY WRITE NOW, SURE YEAH, A CRAZY PERSON, FAIR, AND MORE

TO HEAR THAT I’M NICE AND ALL THAT JAZZ ESPECIALLY SEEING THAT PEOPLE ARE COMFORTABLE AND HAPPY WITH JUST A FEW WORDS COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH MAKES ME HAPPY AND GIDDY INSIDE THIS IS SOMETHING I REALLY NEED TO HEAR, ESPECIALLY THIS ASK, SO THANK YOU MAN!! I’M NICE I DON’T BITE I PROMISE THOSE WHO KNOW ME CAN VOUCH

IT MAKES ME HAPPY TO SEE HOW MUCH YOU’VE GROWN DURING YOUR TIME HERE BECAUSE I REMEMBER YOUR BLOG BEING GREEN AND CUTE AND ALL THAT! AND YOUR BLOG IS MORE ORGANIZED (MORE ORGANIZED THAN ME THAT’S FOR SURE) AND PRETTY AND COLORFUL AND YOUR WORKS GETTING A FEW NOTES BUT NOW YOU’RE GETTING THOUSANDS!! WHICH IS VERY MUCH DESERVED!!! LOVE YOUR WORK!!!! I FEEL LIKE A PROUD PARENT/MOM/DAD NGL IT BRINGS A TEAR TO MY EYE TO SEE MUTUALS GETTING THE LOVE AND ATTENTION THEY DESERVE FOR THEIR TALENTS

I KNOW I SAY THE MOST WILDEST, SOCIALLY UNACCEPTABLE, UNHEARD OF AND OTHER BIG WORDS THINGS AT TIMES (we love being silly) AND TO SEE SOMEONE BEING HAPPY OVER THEM IS JUST FHAHFHSGSDHSH???? WOOO SOMEONE ENJOYS SEEING ME BEING GOOFY AND OVERALL A MENACE TO SOCIETY LET’S GOOO

WE’RE ALL JUST SILLY GOOSES YOU’RE RIGHT, IT’S THAT NICE FEELING OF SILLINESS THAT YOU CAN’T SEEM TO GET RID OF (IT HAS TAKEN OVER ME AS YOU CAN SEE)

ALSO I SEE THAT YOU WERE STUDYING THE OTHER DAY AND STRESSING OUT GOING APESHIT ABOUT IT I WOULD’VE MADE THAT COMMENT LONGER HAD I NOT BEEN IN SCHOOL AND THAT DUMBASS CHARACTER LIMIT (WOW LOOK AT ME BEING SNEAKY WITH IT, DON’T TRY THIS GUYS UNLESS YOUR SCHOOL IS CHILL) SO I CAN SAY IT HERE!!! #LUMESTUDYTIPSFRFR ANYONE CAN USE THEM

IF YOU’RE STUDYING, TAKE BREAKS FOR LIKE 10 OR 30 MINUTES MAX BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT I DO WHEN I STUDY FOR SO LONG! DON’TTT EVER STUDY FOR A LONG PERIOD OF TIME WITHOUT BREAKS THAT’LL HURT YOU A LOT (TAKE IT FROM ME, DON’T DO THAT IT’S BAD. 2020 ME WAS STUPID)

EAT A LITTLE SNACK BECAUSE YOUR BRAIN AND STOMACH NEEDS SOME FOOD TO FEED OFF OF TO FUNCTION, A DRINK TO HYDRATE FROM IT CAN BE WATER JUICE OR WHATEVER AS LONG AS IT MAKES YOU HAPPY! MAYBE EVEN PLAY SOME LOFI OR A STUDY PLAYLIST IN THE BACKGROUND FOR A COMFORTING VIBE :3 IF YOU’RE STRUGGLING ON THE MATERIAL THERE ARE VIDEOS OUT THERE, INTERNET IS YOUR BEST FRIEND IN STUFF LIKE THIS, MY GO-TO IS ORGANIC CHEMISTRY TUTOR AND BRAINLY!

OH AND SLEEP. I KNOW PEOPLE SAY STUFF LIKE ‘haha i’m not sleeping this exam is important’ BUT NO. SLEEP IS ESSENTIAL AND LOSING THAT SAID AMOUNT OF SLEEP COULD AFFECT YOUR WORK ETHIC THE NEXT DAY, I DID THAT ONE TIME AND MAN WAS I OUT, SO GET SOME AMOUNT OF SLEEP IF YOU’RE ABLE TO IS WHAT I’M SAYING. IF IT’S A REALLY SERIOUS EXAM THAT YOU INSIST YOU HAVE TO STAY UP FOR THEN I USUALLY TAKE A NAP AS SOON AS I GET HOME IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT TIME. THEN AGAIN, WHAT TIME YOU SLEEP IS THE TIME YOU SLEEP AND I CAN’T CONTROL THAT, I WAS JUST A LITTLE WORRIED IS ALL

SO UH YEAH THAT’S ALL I WANTED TO SAY IN THAT COMMENT! (IF YOU WERE WILLING TO READ ALL OF THAT LMFOSJFIE I WOULD WRITE MORE BUT I WON’T BORE YOU OUT AND SOUND LIKE A NERD) I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY AND AFTER THAT AND AFTER THAT AND WHENEVER THE DAYS PASS BECAUSE IT’LL GET REPETITIVE AND HAVE I WISH YOU A MASSIVE AMOUNT OF GOOD LUCK (YES YOU GET TO HAVE A SHIT TON OF LUCK NOW BECAUSE I BLESSED YOU NOW SO ENJOY THAT, I’M APPARENTLY THE EMBODIMENT OF GACHA LUCK AND NORMAL LUCK SO YEAH YOU’RE VERY WELCOME) LOVE YOU MAN TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF 🫶✨

#📬 lume answers #💛 lumes mutuals #🤍; melon!#finally answering asks here since like??? months???? but anyways onto the w h o l e s o m e #you don’t understand how much i needed to hear that #makes me cry irl tbh but in a good way #(it did make me shed a little tear but HFHDHF)#I LOVE YOU MELONNNNN #SO MUCHHHHH #MWAH MWAH MWAHHHH #AGAIN PLEASE DON’T BE AFRAID TO TALK TO ME ABOUT WHATEVER #EVEN IF I SEEM LIKE I DON’T CARE OR DRY AF I GENUINELY LOVE PEOPLE TALKING TO ME OR RAMBLING ABOUT ANYTHING #ALSO MELON IF YOU SEE THIS IT HAS BEEN MONTHS LAST TIME YOU ASKED BUT YOU CAN HAVE MY DISCORD IF YOU NEED IT #<- IF YOU WANT OF COURSE I’LL DM IT TO YOU BECAUSE I’M COMFORTABLE IN SHARING IT AFTER THESE MANY MONTHS #(WE LOVE REGAINING TRUST AGAIN)#AAAAA THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND #A FEW WORDS SIMILAR TO THIS CAN AND WILL MAKE A PERSON’S DAY (TRUST)

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3:03:54-3:20:05 ep8 the suckening transcript

only for the gabe and emizel parts tho

Viv:

I believe you were waiting your turn, weren't you?

Narration:

-Charlie: You hear a sort of knocking on like something-

Gabriel:

*heavily panting.* This time I'll show him.

Narration:

-Grizzly: *laughing*

-Condi: Ohh, no!

-Charlie: And, another something opens. Up next is Emizel. You got the highest here. What are you doing?

-Condi: I'm spinning down this dirt road, uh, and I'm gonna keep going straight on it because that is-

-Bizly: I'm so glad we didn't try and pile people into it.

-Condi: Yeah, I'm saying. *Laughs.* Open the back and there's just a monster in it.

-Charlie: *Laughs.* So what are you gonna do?

-Condi: So I'm gonna just drive straight and like- Pedal to the metal, hard as I can, uh, down this dirt road still.

-Charlie: So what's your goal here, where you going?

-Condi: Uh- Just away.

-Charlie: *Laughing a little.*Just away?

-Condi: Yeah.

-Charlie: Just give me a Dex plus Drive as you try to stay on this road as you're going as fast as you possibly can.

-Condi: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.. *Laughing.*

-Charlie: 8 successes?!

-Bizly: *Overlapped.* Are you serious??

-Condi: Yes! I got only a 5 for a fail!

-Bizly: What is happening over there??

-Condi: I DON'T KNOW!

-Charlie: *Muffled.* Insane! *Clearer.* Yeah! You- You fucking drive-

-Condi: *Overlapped.* I mean there's limitations to a truck! so like it's not like-

-Charlie: *Overlapped.* There's limitations to a truck but 5 successes is the max it goes and you just got like, what, 8?

-Condi: Yeah. Yeah.

Charlie: So- YEAH, you're taking every fucking corner perfectly, you're going as fast as this thing can possibly go. Okay, that- that's Emizel's turn. You're blasting off, you start to hear something banging behind you.

Narration:

-Charlie: Up next. Emizel, you see what looks like these, uh, sharp eared- Is it -doberman? Is that the sorta-

-Condi: *Overlapped.* Yeah, yeah, like the kind you'd use in a dog race? (???? couldn't tell if that's what he said)

-Charlie: *Overlapped.* -Resident Evil dog breed?

-Condi: Yeah.

-Charlie: Okay, it's the Resident Evil dog breed. You see these two dobermans come sprinting out of that exit- They look like they each have about six legs, just legs to the fucking ground, going as fast as possible, and they're both barking, *Starts barking???* And, uh, they both open their mouths, and inside their mouths you see, like, something bright and white. (?)

-Bizly: They're hot dogs!

-*Grizzly and Condi laughing.*

-Charlie: That's really funny.

-Condi: That’s good, that’s good.

Vex: Yes! Go, our Hot Dogs! It's time for a cookout!

Narration:

-Charlie: They don't make it to you, but you see as they both are sprinting after you, one gets.. not too far, the other gets.. ALSO not too far. It looks like they're going at about your speed, so currently you're outpacing them, but they are chasing you. And you see as in your rearview mirror- *Laughs.* There's just so much STUFF after you now.

-Condi: *Laughs.* Yeah.

-Charlie: Just so many things after you. Something- PSHWEW(? movement sounds I guess?)- through the desert, there's like, JSHHH, these like clouds of sand that like billow out from behind it, um, and you see as there is now something, um, right beside you, basically at your window, uh, I just rolled for him-

Emizel:

What the FCK.

Narration:

-Charlie: He rolled good, he rolled really fucking good-

Gabriel:

Long time no see, amigo!

Emizel:

Why'd they make you faster?! You were fine before, you were fine the way you were! WHY DID THEY MAKE YOU FASTER?!

Narration:

-Charlie: You look over, and he's no longer, like- He's no longer a big spider.

-Condi: Oh, no.

-Charlie: It look like he's got back in sort of more of a human form, but he has these like bone.. plates, all over him? Looks like his sorta musculature has been augmented, but he's no longer, like, deformed. And he actually, like, looks a bit- He looks better put together, he looks not like a fucking freak monster anymore.

-Condi: Okay, cool. Um. Hey, is it my turn yet?

Gabriel:

What do you think of my new skin?!

Emizel:

I don't like it! Y-You need new skin!

Gabriel:

Well, I don't like you!

Emizel:

I dont like YOU!

Gabriel:

I don't like the fact that I try to do my job and then you fucking- DIE, and then you come back?!

Emizel:

*Overlapped.* I didn't- What, What the fuck- What the fuck- did I do to you?! What do, what do, what is your problem with me?!

Gabriel:

Fucking- You CAUSED me, man! You caused me!

Emizel:

*Splutters.* Wha- How?! How did I do that?! Because I bit you?! Because I bit you back when you were biting me?!

Gabriel:

No- You were- I caused- Fu-Fuck, shit, shut the fuck up!

*Sounds of incomprehensible rapid fire arguing and cursing.*

Emizel: OH SHIT!

Narration:

-*The Council giggling.*

-Condi: And it swerves-

Gabriel:

OH SHIT!

Narration:

-Grizzly: Fuck you!

Emizel and Gabriel simultaneously:

FUCK YOU!

Narration:

-Grizzly and Condi: *Laughing.*

-Charlie: Emizel, from the backseat you hear, '*vaguely distressed sounds- the same that the stingray-anglerfish-jerboa made in the previous episode,* from inside the trunk. '*more of the stingleroa sounds.*'

-Bizly: Ohhhhh-

-Grizzly: *Laughing,* It's so pathetic!

-Bizly: Nooo Fucking Wayyyyy.

Gabriel:

Oh, you just had to go and take the special shipment, didn't you?

Emizel:

WHAT the FUCK are you doing with this thing?!

Narration:

-*The Coucil giggling.*

Gabriel:

That's for Edward to know, and- Uh- They locked me up in a cage after what you fucking did!

Emizel:

Wait, one second-

Gabriel:

*Overlapping.* They turned me into this!

Narration:

-Condi: And I pull out my phone, I pull out my phone and I pull up the voice memos, and-

Emizel:

Okay, say that again?!

Gabriel:

Fuck you!

Emizel:

FUCK YOU!

Narration:

-*The Council giggling.*

-Bizly, in the Shiloh voice: I'm pretty sure I have your phone.

-Condi: Oh you do, fuck.

-Charlie: Okay, top of the round. Next up is Vex.

Narration:

-Charlie: Yeah, Emizel's first.

-Condi: Ye, can I look in the, in the, in the, fcking, uhh, the glove compartment again? For a gun?

-Charlie:...Looking for a-

-Condi: We're in, we're in America, goddamnit.

-Charlie: There's not a gun, I'm sorry.

-Condi: Dammit! I was gonna throw it at him. *Laughing.*

-Charlie: No. That's really funny, but no. There's not a gun.

-Condi: Yeah, fuck it, I'll attack him by driving into- I'm gonna ram him.

-Charlie: *Laughing.*

Gabriel:

You can't run away from me!!...Oh, what are you doing, what are you- HEYHEYHEYHEYHEY-

Narration:

-Charlie: Yeah, I'm gonna say in this case this is gonna be contested, um, let's do Dex plus Drive.

-Condi: Okay.

-Charlie: Um, to hit him.

-Condi: *Counting successes.* 1, 2, 3, 4..

-Charlie: You veer into him, he grips onto the side of the truck, flips over, and onto the other side.

Gabriel:

Where do you think you're going?!

Narration:

-Charlie: Up next is Shiloh.

....

-Condi: Wait wait wait wait wait, I wanna do one more thing, as a free action.

-Charlie: Sure, whats up?

-Condi: I'd like to look around the truck to see if there's a button to open.. the back.

-Charlie:..As a FREE action.

-Condi: Uh huh.

-Charlie: I will say if you activate Solarity you can do it.

-Condi: Okay.

-Charlie: But there is CERTAINLY a button to open the back. It just makes sense that there would be.

Condi: Yeah.

Gabriel:

Hey, whuh- What are you looking for, man?!

Narration:

-Condi: Okay, then I activate Solarity. I'm gonna give myself all three actions, I guess, at the end here.

-Charlie: Okay. Alright.

-Condi: I'll wait until the end, of the turn.

-Charlie: *Slightly overlapped.* This is TRUE insanity. Tha- These encounters today are nuts. Okay, up next is, uh, it was you Shiloh, you were still going.

Narration:

-Charlie: Up next is the hounds.

-Bizly: The hounds!

-Condi: Ze hounds!

-Charlie: They don't do great. You see as they're both just running after you, locked onto you. One of them accidentally runs in front of the other, and just tumbles, just starts tumbling, sparks of fire shoot out from its mouth.

-Grizzly: *Overlapped, barking.*

-Charlie: The other one jumps over and keeps running. *Barks.* This one is slightly gaining on you.

-Condi: Okay.

-Charlie: But uh, not- not close yet.

-Condi: It's okay, they're not really my concern, there's just this giant Spyder.

-Charlie: Up next is, in fact-

-Condi: Spyder.

-Grizzly: He's not a spider anymore.

-Charlie: He's not a spider anymore.

-Condi: Yeah, I know.

-Charlie: He's just this weird- This weird bone run man.

-Bizly: He's not spider, he's man.

Gabriel:

Looking for this?!

Narration:

-Charlie: He pulls out a gun.

-*Grizzly laughing.*

Emizel:

WHAT?! *Condi laughing.* Why the fuck did they give you a gun?!

Narration:

-Charlie: He points it at you.

Gabriel:

To SHOOT PEOPLE!

Emizel:

YOU HAD STABBERS!

Narration:

-Charlie: He pulls the trigger.

Gabriel:

IM REBRANDING!

Emizel:

YOU ARE SO FUCKING POINTLESS.

Gabriel:

I'm still finding my thing!

Narration:

-Condi: Okay, I'm gonna use one of my Solarity actions, uh, to- to dodge.

-Charlie: To dodge? Go for it.

-Condi: Yeah. Or, no wait, can I- block? I have a funny flavor for block.

-Charlie: Yeah, go for it.

-Condi: Okay... I got zero, cuz I got two ones and two successes.

-Charlie: Ah, shit. I'm sorry. You see as you try and quickly move out of the way, and his hand just follows you-

-Condi: No, what I do is I- I move the fucking, uh, uh, eye shield, the- You know the thing above-

-Charlie: *Laughs.* That's insane! The reflector?

-Condi: *Laughing.* Yeah, the reflector, to try and fucking like block the bullet.

Gabriel:

..Yeah, that's- not gonna work! *Wheeze laughs a little.*

Narration:

-Charlie: Tries to shoot you. Um.

-*Condi laughing.*

-Charlie: Go ahead and roll me soak?

-Condi: Oh my god, I did good this time- Oh my god, I got all 5!

-Charlie: You only take one bashing damage, then.

-*someone makes an 'ohhwhee' sound.*

-Charlie: As this bullet, uh, uh, actually IS slowed down, by- this fucking reflector you put in front of him-

-Condi: *Laughs.*

-Charlie: But it does shoot through it, kinda hits you in the head, scrapes past you.

Emizel:

I knew it would work! Fuck you!

Gabriel:

Wha- Why did that work?! Fuck you!!

Emizel:

FUCK YOU!

Narration:

-Charlie: Up next.. *Stingleroa sounds again.* You hear from behind you.

-*The Coucil all begin making the classic stingleroa call sound.*

-Charlie: Um, and you see in the rearview mirror- Holy fucking shit, actually..? As a, like, stinger tail, GSHKKK, goes stabbing through the thing and cuts up, and the back of this truck is just cut off-,

Emizel:

*Overlapped* Didn't even need to- Okay!

-Charlie: -and this creature stands up, *Stingleroa groans,* just starts looking around.

Emizel:

BE FREE! GO!

Stingleroa:

*Groans.*

Narration:

-Grizzly: ..That's- not good!

-Charlie: Go ahead and roll me, uhh. Charisma or Manipulation plus Animal Ken/Kin? With a, uh, difficulty of 9. *Laughs in disbelief.* Just as a free action, I'll just let you do this.

-Condi: I'm gonna use a blood point to give myself another die for Manipulation.

-Charlie: You can't do that, it's only physical traits.

-Condi: Is it only physical? Okay.

-Charlie: Yeah, I'm sorry.

-Condi: Oh that's none, zero.

-Charlie: No successes? It IMMEDIATELY puts its ey-

-Condi: Wait, no, that's a 1.

-Charlie: A BOTCH?

-Condi: That's a botch! *Laughs.* I thought it was a 7.

-Charlie: It IMMEDIATELY puts its beady eyes on you, as if recognizing- and it just GLARES.

Stingleroa:

*Groans angrily.*

Narration:

-Charlie: And it flips around, so it's in the bed of this truck facing you and you see as this stinger starts waving in the air behind it.

Stingleroa:

*Groans angrily again.*

Emizel: Nooooo-

Narration:

-Charlie: You see these freakishly long legs as it stands up, you feel the weight of the truck change.

Emizel:

Nononono-

Narration:

-Grizzly: Waitwaitwaitwaitwait-

-Condi: Waitwaitwaitwaitwait- Nononono-

-Grizzly: Waitwait-

-Charlie: Now's your Solarity action if you still want it.

-Condi: I have two more.

-Charlie: You have two more actions?

-Condi: Yeah, I have two more actions.

-Charlie: Okay, cool, go for it.

-Condi: We're in, we're in- L.A., lemme think about what would be in a truck in L.A.. Okay, so I grab the shotgun. *Laughs.* Um.

-Charlie: *Flabberghasted.* What??

-Condi: *Laughs more.*

-Charlie: Okay, alright, um-

-Condi: No, like, I grab like- There's probably like a wrench, like a toolbox in the backseat-

-Charlie: Yeah, sure, there's- There's a wrench.

-Condi: I'm gonna grab a wrench and throw it at his fucking legs, so he trips and falls, man!

-Charlie: *Laughing.* Okay. Okay. Alright. Go for it. Um. Let's say this is a, uh, Dex plus Melee for this.

-Condi: 6.

-Charlie: Nice. You see as he again tries to dodge out of the way, he got 4 successes on it.

-Condi: Really.

-Charlie: Yeah.

Gabriel:

You really think I'm slo- OH!

Narration:

-Grizly: *Laughs.* 'Oh!'

-Charlie: 'Oh!'

-*The Council giggling.*

-Charlie: Roll your damage, he'll roll soak.

-Condi: 4.

Gabriel:

You don't get it, do you?! They remade me! Made me stronger! Faster! HARDER! L- OUG!

Narration:

-Charlie: Goes tripping. You throw this wrench, um, you see as he just 'BONK', hits his knees, uh, his fucking like leg fully just inverts, he just looks at you-

Gabriel:

Oh, shit.

Narration:

-Charlie: Um, and just starts tumbling, like BRBRBRRRAH, like, fucking, for- literally into a fucking Looney Tunes dust cloud, like, off fully as you do 4 damage to him!

-Condi: *Laughs.*

-Charlie: As he fully FAILED every fucking one of his rolls, um, he can't run anymore, he's not part of the chase-

Emizel:

*Overlapped.* Jesus fucking christ.

Gabriel:

I'LL GET YOU NEXT TIME YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!

Emizel:

I'm so fucking tired of that guy!

Gabriel:

I'LL GET YOU-

Narration:

-*Council giggling.*

-Charlie: He starts crawling after you, just- SO not gonna get you.

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