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hellfireloserclub · 1 year

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It was almost 10 pm, and Steve was at the point where if one more, sappy, loved-up couple came wandering through the door of family video looking for a tape for their valentines date night, (that would promptly get forgotten about as they fucked on the sofa in the sea of rose petals or whatever…), he was going to pull out the nail bat and start swinging.

Old him? He had loved all that flashy paper heart and sugar-sweet fakeness, but the new improved Steve? He was looking forward to the six-pack in the fridge and his hot date with Harrison Ford. Alone, locked away from the whole whatever of the situation.

Steve tried not to feel betrayed because Robin had abandoned him for Nancy. He couldn't ever hate her for that, not after how long it took them to get together.

But his late shift would have been a lot better if he had his co-workers by his side, yet Eddie and Robbin had abandoned him.

It was just depressing that even Eddie, the one person who said yes to almost everything, had left him to wallow in his own self-pity.

But adventure awaited, and no matter how much Steve had begged him to help cover Robin's dropped shift, Eddie had been firm about it. ' Wednesday night is Campaign night. Do you want to disappoint the gremlins?'

No amount of Steve pointing out that the gaggle of seventeen-year-olds probably had other plans on Valentine's night that he really didn't want to think about could convince him to change his mind. (Steve had thought about it, and he had made sure they were always safe. He was, after all, always the babysitter, but they were his kids… they DIDN'T do that sort of stuff! He was half a step from Hopper’s general reaction these days, sticking his fingers in his ears when they made inappropriate jokes; they were just toddlers for Christ's sake)

Not that he wanted to spend valentine's day with Eddie (he did) or that he was secretly wondering if Eddie had a date, (he was) because he had seen Max and Lucas drive past not an hour ago and they were very much not in the basement of Munson’s house playing with dice right now. (Had Eddie lied to him? Had he forgotten the number one rule of the party? Friends don’t lie? What if Eddie had a date? Why did that thought make Steve’s stomach feel as if he had just eaten some of Robin’s more questionable cooking?)

The end of the shift couldn’t come soon enough and when he finally flipped the sign to closed at 10.30 pm, it tempted him to just leave the tidying for Robin or Eddie to do in the morning.

It would serve them right for making him witness the absolute horror of other people's public displays of affection.

However, as he brushed the floors and chewed on the leftover promotional chocolates, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander again. Where was Eddie? Did he have some secret other-half that he was hiding from them all? If so, it wasn’t like Eddie to not be open about things like that, at least around the party he was unapologetically himself. Was it another man? Was that why he was being so secretive about it? Steve doubted it was that either, Eddie didn’t hide that part of himself either.

‘Were both Bisexual disasters? That’s why we couldn’t be friends in high school, Harrington. We would have seduced the entirety of Hawkins high, it wouldn’t have helped the devil worship allegations, but man, it would have been fun.’

And sure, maybe Steve had been funny with the last few people that Eddie had backed into corners after gigs, but it was just because they weren’t good enough for his Eddie. He was just being a good wingman. Eddie would, and had, done the same for him frequently. It was nothing. They were just protective of each other, that was all… (keep telling yourself that, king Steve). It just made no sense that Eddie would hide things like this from him.

Steve was just putting the broom back in the closet when he heard the bell over the door go.

“We’re closed.” Of course, someone would come in now. The people of Hawkins really needed to learn to read, but if you could ignore a multidimensional rift for several years, a closed sign might be a little advanced.

Nobody answered, but he thought he heard the bell go again. He really should start locking the door, especially when his hearing was as bad as it was.

Walking back into the front shop Steve almost jumped a mile.

“Jesus, Eddie! You know better than to sneak up!” Eddie stood in the open hatchway of the service counter, shifting uneasily from foot to foot, but at least looking apologetic.

“I shouted, but you know” he gestured vaguely toward his ears with one hand, his other holding something behind his back “I'm guessing you were facing away…”

“I was in the closet,” Eddie's eyebrows raised. “Do not make the low-hanging joke, Munson. You're better than that.”

“Oh come on Steve, it’s just there. Give me the win.” he chuckled nervously.

“Why? Did you strike out on your date?” Steve aimed for joking and missed, hoping that Eddie hadn’t picked up on the bitterness in his voice, he went about pulling the last of the novelty candy off the counter into a box behind it for Robin to graze on in the morning.

Eddie looked at him curiously. “I’m hoping I don’t.”

“Oh? So you did have a date then? I knew it was suspicious Lucas and Max drove past before. You know you didn’t have to lie, right? I would have given you the night off.” that feeling in his chest grabbed and tugged, it was almost painful.

“I need to kick both of their asses, but no Steve, I said I’m hoping I don’t…” Eddie stepped closer to him. “You know, like, future tense, you see I haven’t had the date yet? So I guess what I’m saying is no, I didn’t strike out, not yet at least.” his voice lacked its usual confidence, so unlike Eddie that it made Steve pause.

“So, why are you here, if you have a hot date?” Steve knew that this time he hadn’t kept his voice steady. He was jealous, and he knew it. And by the expression on Eddie’s face, he really hadn’t hidden it at all.

“Well, I missed an important bit of my master plan. I forgot to do something.”

“Oh, yeah?” suddenly the scuff marks on the floor left by Robin’s Converse were the most fascinating thing he had ever seen.

“Steve, look at me.” Eddie prompted. He had moved closer again, thrusting something into Steve’s line of vision. Gesturing for him to take it.

“Is this broccoli?” Steve was holding what, clearly, was a bushel of broccoli. Eddie was rocking from one foot to the other again at his side, hiding behind his hair in that adorable way that made Steve’s heart speed up of its own accord. His entire face was bright red and, for once, it looked like Eddie was lost for words.

“Eddie, why have you just handed me broccoli?” His confusion outweighed Steve’s jealous embarrassment. What the hell was happening?

“Be my Valentine? Or whatever? I’m not good at this, I am so not good at this…”

“Are you serious?”

“See, I told Rob’s I said you wouldn’t think I was serious if I asked you out on a date on valentines, but she was all ‘who’s his platonic soulmate Ed’s? It’s me, and he loves all this grand romantic bullshit.’ and then I listened to her like an idiot.” Steve watched him pace, hands flying everywhere. “this was a stupid idea. Can we just pretend it never happened?”

Eddie had come to a halt in front of Steve and was making grabbing hands at the Broccoli as if to take it back.

It just made Steve hold it tighter to his chest. God, he loved this mess of a man. Without thinking, he used his free hand to pull Eddie towards him.

It just made him hold it tighter to his chest. God, he loved this mess of a man. Without thinking, he used his free hand to pull Eddie towards him.

“Eddie… shut up.”

Eddie didn’t kiss back at first. Steve had caught him off guard, but soon enough, he was pressing in with gusto, and yeah, that sensation in Steve’s stomach was nothing to do with Robin's cooking. Eddie hadn’t shaved, and his stubble was rough, just as Steve always thought it would be, and he kissed in the same way he did everything else in life, full of energy and over the top. Eddie twisted his hands up into Steve’s hair, and Steve traced his hands up Eddie's neck, making for the mop of hair he had wanted to tangle his hands in since the upside down, even if he hadn’t been sure of the reason back then.

However, the vegetable in his hand hindered his progress.

“Drop the broccoli Stevie,” Eddie muttered against his lips.

“No, It's my broccoli,” He pulled it back from the kiss, cradling the greenery to his chest. “The broccoli is important, I mean, I don’t understand it, but …”

“It was all they had left in shop, I had planned on this big romantic bunch of flowers, a teddy… the full works, but then Buckley had an emergency… you know what her cooking is like… and then well by the time I escaped it was almost ten on Valentine night and I had to get you something, cause my plan obviously needed it to work, so it was the broccoli or a two-by-four with a smiley face on it courtesy of Joyce, so out of the two I think-”

“Eddie, shut up.”

“Shutting up.” he mimed zipping his mouth shut as Steve carefully placed the vegetable on the counter.

“I think a bunch of Broccoli is the most YOU thing ever, you weirdo.” he grabbed Eddie again wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close, placing a small kiss on the end of his nose, Eddie went cross-eyed trying to look at him but grinned none the less.

“So do I get a win?”

“You get a win.”

And if every year the kids ask Steve why he’s got a bushel of broccoli in a vase on the fireplace on his and Eddie’s anniversary, well, it’s just another win for the man he loves.

(inspired by the old man behind me at the bus stop holding a bushel of broccoli like a bunch of roses because he was too cheap to buy a carrier bag but his wife had demanded he buys broccoli so god damn it he bought the broccoli You go you, stubborn old man. Also, I've written the word broccoli now so many times it no longer looks like a real word.)

( also give me prompts!)

#stranger things #stranger things fic #steve x eddie #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fic

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thebearer · 10 months

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nsfw alphabet with carmen berzatto

please minors dni 18+. smut ahead ;) enjoy!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

in the beginning, carmen was so bad at aftercare. he was a clinger and a cuddler, a little self conscious one too, but he didn't know after care was a thing really??? like would wipe you off and cuddle you, but when you started doing more intense or harsher things, you had to tell him "hey can you do a little more lol?" now, he's more thorough with a complete check afterwards. bath if you need one, food (ofc) or something to drink, more vocal too with praises and making sure you're not in a drop or shock, and still a clinger afterwards too lol.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his- his hands. he needs them to work and they're good at that apparently. good at drawing, and smoking, and holding your hand. good at smacking your ass until you cry or pulling on your hair. good at wiping your tears, holding your face in his palms, watching you suck on his fingers. watching them disappear in and out of your pussy, your arousal dripping down his wrist. he's just... he does a lot with his hands lol.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

carmen is filthy with cum. maybe it's a territorial type thing, something primal inside of him, but he will paint you with his cum. your tummy, your tits, not so much your face bc you don't like it. inside of you is his favorite, esp when he makes you keep it in there after fucking you in the office or at a dinner party in the bathroom, you have to go out and pretend like nothing happened- dripping him down your leg the entire time.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he's kinda into voyeurism??? a little bit lol. not actually in front of someone, he's too shy and possessive for that, but will finger you under the table at family dinners. likes it when you jack him off in public. having sex somewhere you might get caught, or where someone might find you or hear you. he always fucks you harder when someone might be around, lives for it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he's not super experienced by any means, but seasoned enough to know what he's doing. probably a body count of three or four before you maybe. there's still a lot of things that are new to him (esp the kinkier things the two of you get into) but he's got the basics covered.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

the hook or the shoulder holder. anything where your legs are over his shoulders, preferably thighs to your chest and he's plowing the fuck outta you. makes you go numb and he loves when your thighs squeeze around his neck, nearly makes him pass out. he can go so deep and it feels so close for the both of you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

depends on the mood. if he's being daddy carm, then he's very serious. if it's just you two fucking around or having sweet, sappy sex, then he can be a little more silly.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

trimmed but a little on the wilder side. got a bush and a happy trail that you love. when you first started dating, he would try to trim it all the way, and you had to tell him you loved it. so now he keeps it. wild curly pubes that match his hair when it grows super long. you love it when he'll let it go full bush so you can just bury your face in it lol.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

very romantic and lovey always. even after he's been a little mean to you, he is always quick to be sweet. very much so the type to say "i love you" every time in missionary... and every other position, but he's just sappy lol.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

used to jack off more when he was single and busy. less when mikey died and he took over the beef bc he was stressed to the max. now, he doesn't really ever jack off. you two fuck enough he doesn't have to, and he really doesn't have time lol.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

he's a total soft daddy dom, which might come as a shock. a little bit of a brat tamer. nothing he loves more than putting you in your place. a big fan of "fucking the fussy out out you" and embarrassing you a little. ofc it's never severe bc carmen would have dom drop like a mf, but spanking you and then making you come out to family and sitting on your stinging ass, trying to pretend like it's nothing? gets him hard all over again.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

bedroom or kitchen. depends on how you're playing and fucking, or really what he needs. he'll bend you over the kitchen counter and have you there all night, but in the bedroom, he'll take his time with you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

you. just you. the knowledge that you like him and think he's attractive and are willing to have sex with hi. sometimes when you're bratty and a little mean, it wakes up his daddy side and gets him going to tame you, but really your existence.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything super intense that would leave a lasting mark or scar. super degrading, either way, he doesn't want to make fun of you or be too mean (outside of calling you a brat and impatient), certainly doesn't want yo to say it to him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he's a chef. he likes to taste his food. loves giving you head. unbelievably good at it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

depends on the mood. usually he'll pound you out kinda slow but enough to leave you shaky, but really depends in the vibe.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

king of quickies. in the morning before work, if you come to visit him at work, sneaking home on a lunch break, before going to a friend's house, in the car. anywhere. he just doesn't have the time all the time so quickies make it easier.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he's probably like sixty/ forty on risks. yes, he'll fuck you in the dressing room while you're trying on bikinis, but no, he won't spank you with a rolling pin are you out of your mind?

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

depends on how tired he is. usually two, but if he's super amped up, can go as many as you need. can go all night if he has to.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

sorta toys? has a paddle (you bought him) for when you're really bad. the wooden spoon and spatula he uses for spanking you. you had a vibrator that he'll tease you with sometimes. and he bought you a few plugs when you were anal training and bc sometimes you're a brat and he plugs you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

teasing king. endless teasing until your teary eyed and pouting and furious. the more you're on the edge, the more he likes it. likes to get you to that point you're nearly brain dead with pleasure, then will finally give in because nothing it better than watching you come undone.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he's gotten better. used to be a few muffled whines and grunts that he was embarrassed of. now he dirty talks a lot. likes to kinda grunt-moan when he's fucking you, and sometimes you'll get lucky and he'll whimper right in your ear before he cums!!!

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

big fan of mirror sex. likes holding you by your jaw while he fucks you roughly, making you watch yourself come undone, all while he grunts and hisses things in your ear. "look at you, fuck. this is what i see every time. get to see you- see you like this. lookin' all pretty and fucked out."

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he's def thicker than mosts. thick and veiny- like his build. uncut (that won the poll) and i feel he'd be around seven or eight inches. enough to have you gawking and like... holy shit. he thinks it's not very big or impressive and you reassure him otherwise lol.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

pretty insatiable. esp if he's well rested and not stressed, but even on those days, he just wants to fuck lol.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he's a cuddler and he'll pillow talk for a little bit then he's out lol. to quote nicki, pussy put his ass to sleep. and it is a deep sleep every time lol.

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the-case-book-of-fanfiction · 10 months

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Rain-Soaked Kisses

Ship: Steve Harrington x fem!Mayfield!reader

Summary: Steve hates storms but loves the rain—just another oxymoron of his life, like the secret the kids are trying so very hard to dig up.

Word Count: 6,582 words

Warnings: fluff!!!, sappy & romantic Steve, scheming Dustin & Max, healthy Mayfield sibling relationship, Billy mention, lumax sprinkles, secret relationship, friends to lovers, byler sprinkles, jancy sprinkles

Note: Told in part from the perspective of the kids! Written because it's storming where I am, and I love this weather so much.

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"Who could he possibly be dating? There's not a girl in Hawkins that wants to go out with him!"

"Well, clearly one of them does!"

Dustin sighed, taking in Max's exclamation. As much as he hated to admit it, she was right. Steve had stopped complaining about bad dates and girls who left quickly; Robin reported he'd completely stopped talking about Leah and Heidi and Helen and the five other girls he'd been on-and-off again with; he walked around with a dopey, happy smile on his face all the time; and he was less and less reliable for rides, instead going on dates with a girl who's name he always pretended to forget.

As impossible as the idea seemed, Dustin had to admit it was a logical conclusion.

But who?

"Robin?" Max suggested.

Dustin shook his head. "Impossible. Steve steadfastedly refuses to date her. It's not Nancy again, is it?"

"Nope—saw her with Jonathan yesterday." Max huffed a sigh. "Maybe we have to...think outside the box more?"

"Who's outside the box? Who hasn't he already tried to date and failed miserably at dating?" Dustin demanded.

Max was silent for a moment too long. Then she said, "Alright, I don't know. I can't think of anyone who would actually go out with him."

"Exactly, neither can I," Dustin said. "We've got to watch him. We need to know who this is."

~❊~

But tracking Steve and his mystery girl down was much, much harder than either Dustin or Max had anticipated.

Without Steve driving them around, getting around town took twice as long as it needed, either in the attempts to find someone to drive them or in walking themselves everywhere. Nancy was either busy or with Jonathan most of the time, which ruled out Jonathan as well, and Robin still didn't have her license.

During yet another slow afternoon of trying and failing to put together the pieces of where Steve was going and with who, the phone rang. Dustin and Max both looked up quickly, scrambling over furniture and Dustin's new cat to beat each other to the phone.

Dustin got to it first. "Hello?"

"Hey, Dustin? It's Robin."

"Yeah, I know it's you, Robin, I can recognize your voice."

"Now's your chance."

"What?"

"Steve just left work—he said he's going on a date. Now's your chance to go find out who he's going out with!"

"Oh, shit!" Dustin turned to Max. "Steve's going on a—"

"I heard," she said. "Does she know where he's going?"

"Where's he going, Robin, did he say?"

"A restaurant, and he changed into a really nice outfit before he left here. And by nice, I mean really nice. Like fanciest restaurant in town kind of nice. Whoever this girl is, he really wants to impress her. And he's obsessed with her, too, he's been smiling all day from excitement."

Dustin scoffed. "And you didn't call us before he left?! Now we have to find out where he's going and how to get there!"

"Well, it's not like I could call you talk about him in front of him! Besides, we do know where he's going. What's the fanciest restaurant in town?"

"Enzo's," Dustin realized. "That's where he's taking her."

"I can guarantee it. If you go to Enzo's, he's going to be there. I'd go myself, but Steve and I'll both get fired if at least one of us isn't at the store right now."

"Thanks, Robin!"

"Good luck, guys!"

Dustin turned around to give Max the details, but she cut him off. "I heard. Enzo's."

"All we have to do is catch them in the middle of their date, and we know exactly who Steve's dating," Dustin said with a grin. "Easy!"

"Yeah, easy," Max snarked. "How are we supposed to get there?"

Dustin paused before he sighed. "Start calling everyone we know with a car, I guess."

Max rolled her eyes. "Like that'll ever work. Nobody's been willing to drive us around so far!"

"Can't hurt to try," Dustin insisted.

"No, Dustin, we'll be wasting time! We should just start walking now!"

But Dustin was already dialing the number to the Wheelers' house. It was answered by Mrs. Wheeler.

"Hello, Karen Wheeler speaking!"

"Hi, Mrs. Wheeler, could I talk to—"

"MIKE!" Dustin flinched at the volume from the other end. Max cringed, hearing the shout from where she stood. "Dustin's on the phone!"

A few seconds later, Dustin heard Mike's voice. "Yeah?"

"Is Nancy there?"

Dustin could see Mike's frown. "What do you want Nancy for?"

"Mike, I don't have time for this—"

"What. For? If this is Keith trying to get a date with her again, I swear that I'll—"

"Oh my God, Mike, no! Steve's going on a date and we need to catch him to figure out who he's going out with! We need Nancy to drive us there."

"Dustin, do you realize how idiotic that sounds? Nancy's not gonna drive you to go spy on her ex and his new girlfriend!" Mike hung up without another word.

Groaning, Dustin tried to call again, but he was met only with the dial tone.

Max rolled her eyes. "I told you it wouldn't work."

"I'm calling the Byers," Dustin grumbled. He dialed the number, but when Joyce picked up, she was talking to someone else in the house and by the time Dustin had gotten out "Is Jonathan there?" he heard the click of the receiver being put back.

"Try my sister," Max said.

Dustin dialed the number to Max's trailer, but no one answered. He shook his head.

"She's probably out running," Max sighed.

"Another run? Isn't that all she does now?" Dustin asked with a frown.

Max shrugged. "She says it helps her...deal with things."

Dustin sensed a can of worms—the kind that most people would avoid, the kind that Max clearly wanted to talk about anyway. So he asked it, when most people wouldn't. "Things?"

Max nodded slowly. "Yeah. You know...the Upside Down, Eddie..." She hesitated. "Billy."

Dustin glanced down at his feet. There was blood associated with all of those memories. He knew they plagued all of them, those who'd survived Vecna and his creatures, and he knew that they all had different ways of coping. Dustin's was research, Max's was music, yours was running.

"She's more like him than she wants to admit," Max said. "At least, she is with the running. Billy, he...he used to exercise to distract himself. She runs."

"Is that a bad thing?" Dustin asked.

"No, it's just... She needs someone in her corner is all. And I don't...I don't think that person is me anymore."

Dustin's heart squeezed in his chest. "Max..."

She shook off his concern. "Come on—we'd better start walking, or we're never going to make it to Enzo's on time!"

~❊~

It started to rain halfway through their walk to Enzo's.

The storm didn't start gently. There was no warning before it started to pour, no flash of lightning or boom of thunder. Just a steady downpour, hard and fast and painful against the skin.

Dustin and Max hid from the weather as much as they could, ducking under store awnings and hiding under outdoor umbrellas as they came across them.

After getting turned around at least twice, they spotted the restaurant's glowing sign. They ran toward it, stopping at the bay windows peering in. They scanned the tables inside. From the parking lot behind them, there was laughter and the slamming of car doors.

"Do you see them?" Dustin hissed. He looked at every face he saw, overanalyzing the back of every head that looked like it might be Steve.

"Are we sure they're still there?" Max said. "It's been, what, almost an hour and a half? Who eats for that long?"

Dustin shrugged. "Enzo's is a fancy place, they've got designated courses and shit. They could still be there."

A car engine revved. "Are you sure?" Max took Dustin by the shoulders and spun him around. "Is it just me, or does that look like—"

"Steve's car!" Dustin hissed. "Shit!"

They raced after it in the rain, Dustin catching sight of Steve through the driver's side window, his hair perfect and a huge grin on his face.

"Is he wearing a suit jacket?" Max asked.

"Did you see who was in the passenger's seat?" Dustin demanded.

Max didn't answer, still staring after the car, her face fixed into confusion.

"Max?"

"Huh? Oh, no, I...I couldn't tell who it was."

Dustin groaned. "Shit! That was our one chance!"

"We'll get another one," Max snapped. "He's been going on dates a lot, right? Robin said so, and he's always gone because he's been on a date. He'll go on another one with her soon."

Dustin sighed. "Good point. Now we just have to wait. Come on—we should call Robin."

~❊~

Max walked home in the rain by herself, hearing her mother fuss that she would get a cold if she kept walking around in the rain without a jacket, but not caring. Louder than her mother's voice was El's: friends don't lie.

Should Max have told Dustin what—who—she saw in Steve's car? Or the fact that she'd seen them going into Steve's burgundy BMW in the parking lot while he'd been focused on the store?

No.

Yes?

It was too late now. Besides, was she absolutely sure of who she'd seen?

Well, yes, she knew you better than anyone. You'd been by her side her entire life. There were pictures hanging in the trailer of Mom in the hospital bed after she'd given birth to Max, but it was you who was holding her, sitting in the plastic chair next to the bed.

The lights of the trailer were on when Max reached it, but only your car was in the driveway.

She pushed the door open. "Hey, I'm home!"

You poked your head out of the door to your bedroom. Your hair was just as drenched and stringy as her own. "Max! There you are, I was worried— Why are you soaking wet?"

"I walked home," she said, shrugging.

You hurried out of your room. "Come on, we need to get you out of those clothes. Mom will kill us both if she finds out we've both been out in the rain in the wrong kind of clothes."

"Where were you?" Max asked as you brought her into the bathroom.

You glanced up at her but didn't meet her eyes. "You couldn't get a ride home?" You left her in the bathroom, running into her room to grab her some dry clothes.

"No—Steve's the only one who will drive us anywhere, and he's unavailable most of the time."

Guilt flashed over your face. Max narrowed her eyes, watching you closely. You didn't seem to notice. "We'll tell Mom we took showers if she gets back before our hair dries." You paused. "You could have called me, you know."

"I did," she said. "You didn't answer."

Your face fell. "Max, I'm sorry, I didn't—"

"Are you dating Steve?"

The question stopped you in your tracks. "Max, I..."

"Are you?"

You sighed, wiping a a hand over your face. You sighed. "Yeah."

Max sighed. "Hand me a towel, please." You did so silently, taking one of your own to towel-dry your hair. "Why didn't you tell me?"

You shrugged. "At first, I wasn't sure if it was a good idea. I mean... I knew I liked Steve, but his track record with girls hasn't been good lately, and I..." You sighed. "I wanted reassurance he wouldn't be gone after a week."

"And after that?"

You groaned, putting your head in your hands. "This is...gonna sound stupid, but... Steve has been everything for you guys. For you, for Dustin, for El, everybody. He's saved you countless times, I watched him stand up to our brother to protect us, even though Billy beat him bloody for it. I didn't...I didn't want to feel like I was taking him away from you all, but I also...kind of wanted him to myself sometimes. And he seemed to want time alone for the two of us, too, so..." You looked up at Max. "And I didn't...want you to feel like I was taking away from you. After Billy..." Your voice caught in your throat.

There it was again. The silence that surrounded death.

"Died," Max whispered. "After he died."

You nodded. "After he died, I know Steve kind of...stepped up for you. I didn't want you to feel like he cared less about you just because I was in the picture now." You laughed shakily. "I know that kind of, uh, backfired. I'm sorry to keep him away from you guys for so long."

Max shook her head. "Stop apologizing for wanting someone that's yours." She breathed out a laugh. "I was just telling Dustin that you needed someone in your corner. I should have known it would be Steve. I mean, he's always been there for the rest of us, why wouldn't he be there for you?"

You looked over at Max. "Just how mad is Dustin that I'm dating Steve?"

"He doesn't know," Max said. "We've been trying to figure out who Steve's mystery girl is for months. He won't tell anybody, so Dustin wanted to try and see if we could figure it out ourselves." She glanced at you. "We saw you guys last night. At Enzo's. Or rather, I saw you. Dustin was too busy trying to peer inside the restaurant to even notice Steve's car."

You made a face. "How can you not notice Steve's car? It's a burgundy BMW for Christ's sake."

"I know!" Max giggled.

You laughed with her for a minute. The lightness in her voice—it had been a while since you'd heard her laugh like that.

After a moment, you said, "So...nobody else knows that it's me Steve is dating?"

Max shook her head. "Not even Robin."

You whistled. "I'm surprised Steve's capable of keeping a secret from her. It's gotta be killing him, I just know it." You giggled. "However...we could have some fun with this."

Max raised her eyebrows.

"If Dustin wants to know who's Steve's dating, he can keep digging as much as he wants." You grinned. "That's gotta be amusing, surely?"

~❊~

The storm that had swept in over a week ago had lasted the whole week, turning Hawkins into a mud patch and its roads into rivers. It let up briefly, leaving behind perfect spring days, only to return with a vengeance the next week—randomly on a Thursday afternoon.

Thursdays had become movie nights at Steve's house, and Dustin had concocted a plan to trick Steve into telling him who he was dating.

Max knew it wasn't gonna work. She had been present when you told Steve about Dustin's snooping and the both of you had decided to continue yanking Dustin's chain. Steve had seemed more excited about it than even you had.

While Steve set up his house for the group of rambunctious teenagers for movie night, Dustin explained his plan to Max in whispers.

"So, I'm going to try talking about Suzie for the first few hours," Dustin started, watching Steve like a hawk while he moved about in the kitchen, making popcorn for the group. "Get him thinking about his own relationship, you know? And then you know how he gets—" He cut himself off abruptly when Steve came into the living room with bowls of popcorn, setting them on the coffee table.

"Any idea when your sister's supposed to be here, Max?" Steve asked. "I thought she was driving you."

Max shook her head. "She said she'd come after she got out of work, but I don't remember when her shift ended."

Steve nodded. He disappeared up the stairs in the next moment.

"You know how he gets when it gets late into the movie and its dark and he's focused?" Dustin continued, picking up immediately.

Max frowned. "Like when he's so focused on something you can ask him a question and he'll either go 'huh?' and make you repeat it or he'll just answer without thinking?"

"Exactly like that," Dustin said. "That's when I'm—"

Steve returned with a stack of blankets. "How many of us are there, again? Twelve?"

"Thirteen," Dustin and Max both said.

Steve tossed the blankets onto the couch. "Go grab five more. Up the stairs, closet on the left."

They went up the stairs, Dustin whispering again before they'd even reached the landing. "I'm gonna ask him who he's going out with when he's like that."

Max rolled her eyes. "You don't know that'll work. He could say 'huh?' and make you repeat the question, like I just said."

Dustin shrugged. "Then I'll ask him something different, wait a little bit longer, and then ask again. He can't do that the whole night. Can he?"

"How should I know?" Max picked up the blankets and started back downstairs. Steve was whistling in the kitchen. "This whole plan is so stupid, Dustin. It's hardly a plan!"

"Do you have a better idea?" he hissed.

Max stayed silent. Of course she had better ideas, but those might make Steve actually tell Dustin.

"That's what I thought," Dustin said, clearly on the wrong path. "We'll stick with my plan." He glanced at Steve's back in the kitchen. "Unless your sister knows who he's dating? They're pretty much best friends now, right?"

Max nodded. "Blame Robin for that," she said, praying her poker face held. "I don't think she knows. I can't see Steve telling her if he hasn't told Robin."

"Fair point," Dustin decided. "Even more reason to rely on my plan."

She rolled her eyes. "Your plan is just going to annoy him until he kicks you out of his house."

"He likes me too much," Dustin said, with confidence Max wasn't sure he should possess—not about this, at least.

When they reached the first floor again, Steve was pacing around the living room, double checking he had everything set up. Max had to admit she liked the set up he had for movie night: the coffee table was set up with bowls of popcorn and a drink tray, there was a cooler next to filled with water bottles and soda cans, he had dragged every pillow in the house to the couch and floor, a fluffy winter comforter spread out on the carpet to make the floor more comfortable, and an egregious number of bagged snacks in a wicker basket.

"I think we're all set, guys," Steve said, surveying the room with his hands on his hips.

As if cued by Steve's motherly behavior, the rain outside grew louder, falling fast against the AC unit in the window. Steve winced.

"Looks like we're going to have to have the volume up high to hear the movie over the storm," he said.

"What are we watching?" Dustin asked.

Steve shrugged. "I dunno. We've got a couple choices in that cabinet over there, plus the stuff Robin's bringing. I think Nance had a movie she wanted to suggest, too, but I can't remember what it was..." His eye caught on the stack of blankets, leaning down to count them.

Dustin dug through the movie cabinet. "Come on, Steve, what are these movies? Why are they all romantic comedies?"

"Because they're my mom's favorite, dipshit," Steve said with an affectionate roll of his eyes.

"There's nothing of value here!"

"Well, I'm not watching Star Wars again, so—"

"It was Star Trek last week!"

"Even worse." Steve looked up at Max and waved her over. She glanced at Dustin, but he was too busy judging Mrs. Harrington's taste in rom-coms to notice her get up.

"Would it be too obvious if I gave your sister my blanket? I miscounted and we're short one."

Max bit back a laugh. "I think Nancy might notice, Robin would definitely notice, but Dustin's still a little too oblivious for that."

Steve huffed a sigh. "Can't have one of them letting it slip. Alright, fine, I'll use mine and give her a different one." He glanced at his watch. "Her shift ended almost an hour ago, she should be here any minute."

Max frowned. "Why do you know her work schedule better than I do?"

He shrugged. "In case she needs a ride to or from work. Can't leave her stranded if her car breaks down again."

A knock sounded at the door. Steve grinned at Max, both of them knowing you had arrived. He rushed to the door, slowing down only when he was within Dustin's sightline again.

You were hugging your arms when he opened the door, your hair wet and stringy, your clothes soaked through. "What took you so long, Stevie?!" you demanded, hurrying through the door. Max pointed to Dustin before you could kiss Steve's cheek.

"Jesus, you're soaked," Steve said, taking in your more than damp appearance. "Did you walk here?"

"No," you said, pointing out the still-open door to your car. "It's just raining hard enough that I got drenched on the run from my car to your door."

Steve slammed the door shut before more water could get inside. "Uh, okay, come on, I think I've got something for you to change into."

You blinked at him, gaze flicking briefly to Dustin. "Oh, no, that's alright, I'll just—"

"I'm not letting you stay uncomfortable and catch a cold in these clothes," Steve insisted. You nodded, all too ready to curl up in one of Steve's sweaters. "Come on—you two, we'll only be a minute. Answer the door if anyone else comes while we're gone."

Steve ushered you upstairs. Max waited a few minutes before telling Dustin she'd be right back, using the bathroom as her excuse, wanting to keep an eye on the two of you and stop you from any funny business. She followed the damp footprints you'd left behind, slipping into the bathroom across from Steve's room and peering around the door. She smiled at what she saw.

You had ditched your wet pants and shirt and were pulling on a pair of Steve's jeans. Steve had his back turned as he dug through his dresser.

"Um...do you need a different bra? I'm pretty sure you left one here last time..." Steve glanced back at you and smiled. "God, you look cute."

You looked up at him, cheeks pink. "You're just saying that because I'm half-naked in your bedroom and the clothes I'm wearing are yours."

Steve shook his head, still smiling. "I'm sayin' it 'cause you're cute." He walked over to you, sweater in hand, and kissed your nose. "You are beautiful, Miss Mayfield." He brushed your wet hair out of your face. "Arms up, honey."

You lifted your arms for him and he tugged his sweater over your head. He pulled you to his chest as soon as it was on, holding you like it was the last time he ever would. Max watched your hand go into his hair, pulling a soft sigh from him.

"Kiss me, Stevie," you whispered, coaxing his head toward your own with your hand.

Eyes closed, Steve obeyed, kissing you softly, chastely. Max heard the movie-perfect sound of your lips parting before you tugged him back down for a second kiss, deeper than the first.

"I love you," he whispered.

"And I love you," you said back. The two of you smiled at each other, sickeningly sweet, and Max wondered if the look on your face was the same one on hers whenever she was with Lucas.

Steve adjusted his sweater on your body one more time. "We should get back downstairs," he said. "Dustin might get suspicious."

You fell back into his arms for another hug. "Okay."

Steve took your hand and slowly lead you out of his bedroom, though he seemed just as reluctant as you to have to let go and pretend to just be friends. "Your sister thought it would be too much to give you my blanket during the movie, but I think I like having you in my clothes more."

You smiled. "If it's anything scary, I'll jump a lot and cling to you and we can blame it on the movie."

Steve grinned. "Let's hope Robin brings a good scary movie, and that Eddie wins the vote tonight, then."

Max shut the door before you could see it was open, making sure it closed quietly, quickly flushed the toilet, and turned on the sink and made a show of opening the door to see the two of you. She glanced pointedly at your hands.

"I thought we were still making Dustin guess," she said.

Steve sighed. "Yeah, yeah, I know." He brought your joined hands to his mouth and kissed the back of your hand before letting you go. "Alright, I'm done now."

The three of you headed back downstairs, Max at the lead and you just behind. Max knew Steve had let you go down the stairs first just so he could watch you prance around in his clothes and run his gaze over you again, but she'd give him a pass, just this once. You did look rather at home in his clothes.

Max watched you while you made yourself at home in your usual spot, in the middle cushion on the Harringtons' couch. In fact, she realized, you looked more like yourself, the happiest you'd been, since Billy had died—maybe even since you'd left California.

Credit where credit was due, Max would have to thank Steve somehow (without it seeming like she was thanking him for bringing you back).

"You want anything?" Steve asked you, tossing you one of the blankets. He set his down on the cushion next to you, then the blanket Robin had claimed on your other side.

"I'm all set," you promised. "Anyone else here yet, Dusty?"

Dustin rolled over onto his back from the place on the floor he'd claimed as his several months back, which he said was the best place to watch the movie from, but Max knew was his spot because it was still close enough to Steve, too. The middle, which was hers, was definitely a better view than Dustin's righthand side.

"Not yet," he said. "Hi."

You smiled. "Hi. Find a good movie?"

"No," Dustin said. "Steve's taste sucks."

Steve narrowed his eyes, picking up a piece of popcorn and throwing it at him. "For the last time, it's my mom's rom-com collection!"

~❊~

Max lay in her spot between Lucas and Dustin, Erica on the other side of Lucas, only half-paying attention to the movie while she braided El's hair, Will and Mike snuggling on the opposite side of Dustin. Max was sure Dustin felt singled out, being boarded by two couples, plus Nancy and Jonathan sharing a blanket and a lounge chair just behind him. Eddie had curled himself up on the chair on Steve's opposite side, covering himself in his blanket to protect himself from the blow of the AC unit.

Robin had managed to snag a new release that had just arrived at Family Video—Tim Burton's Beetlejuice, a movie that had only been out for a few months in the theaters. The kids on the floor had propped themselves up on their elbows, drinks and half-eaten bowls of popcorn in front of them.

Every so often, Max faked a yawn to duck her head back to glance at her sister and Steve. Robin was stretched out across both your laps, and the two of you had leaned together to share both of your blankets after Steve had muttered something about the AC being too cold, only for the others to shout for him not to touch it.

And judging from the way you and Steve occasionally exchanged a look, Max guessed you were holding hands beneath the blanket.

Max turned her attention back to the movie, lifting a small handful of popcorn to her mouth. Not so subtly, Lucas fake-stretched and laid his arm over her shoulders. Giggling quietly, Max snuggled into his side. She heard your amused hum behind from behind her, followed by a small chuckle of Steve's.

As it had the entire movie, thunder crashed outside. While the rain had lightened up enough not to be distracting, the flash of lightning visible through the curtains and the boom of thunder had been frequent and often made the room's occupants jump in fear.

Another boom of thunder announced the power flickering.

Dustin looked back at Steve. "Uh, Steve?"

"We've got a generator," Steve said, but he had sat up straighter and had pulled away from you, his face uneasy.

With the next flicker of lightning and crash of thunder, the power went out.

The group of thirteen sat in the pitch-black room in silence. Lightning illuminated faces briefly, showing Max that Robin had sat up, and that you, Steve, and Eddie were all on your feet.

"There are candles in the study," Steve said, breaking the silence. His voice was wavering, and Max remembered you saying something about cutting a date short due to the storm earlier that week. Was Steve...afraid of storms?

"I'll get them," you said.

"Matches in the drawer next to the sink and lanterns in the sunroom storage cabinet," he continued. "Eds, come on, let's go see if we can get the power back to the fridge and a few lights, yeah?"

"After you," Eddie said and followed Steve out the front door. The pattering rain grew louder as the door opened, revealing a world in grey scale, but still lighter than the inside of the house.

Dustin sat up. "Candles? Why not just use flashlights?"

"Steve only has two flashlights," Robin said. "Working ones, at least. But candles? The Harringtons have plenty of those."

Max followed you around the house, lighting the lanterns as you found them and helping you carry the candles back to the living room.

With the room now illuminated by flickering flame, it was easy to see the worry on people's faces.

"Do you think the whole town's out?" Mike asked.

"No, it can't be," Nancy said, but she didn't sound sure.

Will wriggled out from under his blanket. The look he exchanged with Jonathan was concerned.

"Everybody keep calm," you said, setting a lantern down on the floor at the center of the group. "Steve and Eddie will get the generator running in no time."

Silence fell, still and eerie. You sat beside Max and Lucas, and Max laid her head in your lap, trying to smile up at you. It only took a look for her to know you were lost in your head, in memories of the night Billy went AWOL and had been controlled by the Mind Flayer.

Max took your hand in hers. "It's okay," she promised.

"Mmm," you hummed, but your gaze was fixed on the door; you wouldn't relax until you saw Steve walk back in, unscathed.

The AC kicked back on. A few lights flickered to life and the low hum of the refrigerator filled the room.

Relief filled the room with the sound of an audible sigh. Moments later, the door opened and a waterlogged Steve and Eddie stepped back in.

"Did it work?" Steve asked. Then he heard the AC. "Alright, good." He looked around. "Turn the lights back off—the candles will do until power really comes back."

"Steve, you're drenched," Nancy said, "you're going to catch—"

"A cold, I know," he sighed, glancing over at you. You fought a smile. "Sorry about movie night, guys."

Dustin shrugged. "It was only a matter of time before we lost power. The size of the storm—"

"Oh, shut up, nerd," Erica said, rolling her eyes.

Dustin leaned around Lucas. "Do I need to remind you of the vents?" he hissed.

Erica narrowed her eyes at him.

"Children, children," Eddie admonished with a shit-eating grin that said he knew his chiding was only going to rile them up more.

"Eds," Steve warned, opening the curtains to look outside.

Eleven craned her neck to peer outside. In a small voice, she asked, "Can...can we dance in the rain?"

Nancy hesitated, then said, "I'm not sure that's the best idea, the weather isn't exactly kind at the moment."

Steve looked back outside again. "It's not raining too heavily right now."

El wrung her hands. "Joyce says it's...fun and romantic to dance in the rain."

Robin leaned forward, gasping. "You've never danced in the rain before?"

El shook her head. "Only biked in it."

"We have to go dance in the rain!" Robin insisted, jumping to her feet and pulling Eleven up with her. "It's a...a...a cognitive milestone!"

"I don't think that's the right phrase, Robin," you laughed, but you were also getting up. "Still, I think it's a good idea. Good way to pass the time until the power comes back."

"Come on, Nancy," Jonathan said softly. "Let her have fun. Mom's right. It's fun in the rain."

You took one of Robin's hands and one of Steve's and dragged them into the rain. Robin created a chain by grabbing El, who grabbed Max, who grabbed Lucas. The small group raced out into the street, running through puddles and spinning through the falling rain.

Dustin appeared at Max's side, his hair matted to his face. "It's like the time they were drugged by the Russians," he said, staring at Steve and Robin, the latter of whom was trying to taste the rain.

Max did a doubletake. "When they were what?"

"Don't ask," Erica suggested.

Laughter filled the air as the group danced around each other, twirling each other and splashing through the current of water at the side of the road. Steve tripped through puddles with Robin; Jonathan convinced Nancy to dance in the driveway; Will and Mike splashed each other in the puddles.

"May I have this dance?" Lucas asked, holding his hand out to Max and trying his best to look gentlemanly, which was ruined by the water running into his eyes and making him squint.

"You dork," Max laughed, but she took his hand anyway and let him pull her close, guiding her in a slow dance through the rain. She rested her head on his shoulder and watched as you went over to Steve and Robin.

Steve stopped his fooling around, watching you approach with a dopey, lovesick smile. He held out his hands to you and you took them; he twirled you in the rain, catching you and pulling you close before you could fall in the wet road.

"Careful there," he laughed. Even with his hair plastered to his head, his clothes heavy and hanging off him, you were still looking at him like he was the most beautiful creature you'd ever seen.

Max watched the time slow around the pair of you. She knew you were both completely oblivious, cut off from the company around you, even from Robin's stare as she took in the way the two of you gazed at each other.

Steve swayed you, getting himself lost in your eyes. He cupped your face with one hand, running his thumb over your cheekbone.

Lost in your bubble, neither of you noticed that the others had all stopped to watch, unable to speak and break the spell—not even Dustin, whose mouth hung agape.

You were lost in Steve, Max could tell. Close enough to the pair of you now, she could see you drinking in every detail: the water droplets hanging off Steve's hair and eyelashes, the amazed curve of his open mouth, the gentle swipe of his thumb, the lovestruck look in his eyes, his rosy cheeks so stark against his otherwise pale, cold, and wet skin, the reassuring hold of his arm around your waist.

Max knew what Steve was going to do before it happened, before even you had caught up. He bent his head, slotting your lips together.

Like some magic, divine will, the rain fell a little faster, distant thunder boomed, and lightning splintered through the sky, lighting up the clouds above you and Steve, a dramatic backdrop to a kiss so similar to a first kiss.

Robin whooped first. You and Steve smiled into each other, but neither pulled away, and Max realized you had been aware of your audience the entire time; but keeping it a secret hadn't been worth skipping out on a spectacular rain-soaked kiss.

Mixed in with the cheering was Dustin's incredulous cries of "What?! Max, did you know?!" that she pointedly ignored.

Steve swayed you while the kiss continued, embarrassingly long but adorably sweet. When it finally broke, Steve pressed his forehead against yours.

"I love you," he said, loud enough to be heard over the storm. (Robin shrieked.)

"I love you, too," you giggled. (Robin shrieked louder.)

Steve pushed your wet hair behind your ear and kissed your forehead, then shoved his hand through his own hair to get it out of his face.

"Not what you were expecting, huh, Henderson?" he said with a cheeky grin.

Dustin looked flabbergasted. "How did you know I was— MAX!"

You and Steve burst into a fit of giggles. You snuggled into his chest.

"How is that comfortable? I'm soaked!" Steve asked you.

"Yeah, but it's you," you said. A soft, sweet smile pulled at his lips, barely distracting you from his quiet moan of relief. He squeezed you tight.

"You're going to need to borrow more of my clothes," he said.

You grinned up at him. "I'll happily live in your clothes, Stevie."

A few feet away, Mike sneezed violently.

"Alright, back inside," Steve decided. "That's enough rain for today. I don't need you all getting sick and still needing me to drive you everywhere."

Dustin rolled his eyes. "Are you actually gonna drive us again?"

"If you give my girl the front seat and behave when she's in the car with us," Steve said. "Inside, come on. Go, shoo."

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, watching the others flee to the safety of his house, then following them in with you. You kissed his cheek as you walked. Max hung back with Lucas, wanting to know what you said about the sudden rain kiss.

"You are perfect, Steve Harrington," you whispered. His cheeks darkened.

"Says you," he said, nuzzling his nose into your hair. "Hey, um... You wanna stay the night?"

"Gotta take Max home," you said. "But...I can come back?"

"I...I'd like that," Steve said. Max wondered if he'd ever been this shy with a girl before.

"Me too," you whispered. Steve squeezed your hip.

Dustin rolled his eyes from the doorway. "Get a room," he groaned.

"Oh, shut up," Max teased. "You're just annoyed you couldn't figure it out!"

Dustin scowled. "You knew! You knew and you were hiding it from me!"

Max shrugged, fighting a giggle.

Steve passed out towels with a warning not to let them get close to an open flame. Halfway through his warning, the power flickered back on—and so did the movie.

The group cheered, but Max watched you and Steve sneak upstairs and come down a few minutes later in dry clothes, hand in hand. She smiled before shaking her head and turning back to the ending of the movie.

And if—no, when—Steve asked her for advice on how to propose to you, Max was going to tell him to do it in the rain.

☞ ❊ ☜

Stranger Things // Steve Harrington

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jjkeremika · 4 months

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Peanut Butter Kisses (levi ackerman x reader)

levi’s guilty pleasure food is peanut butter. he loves the goopy spread, pairing it with apples, celery, breads, or even just on its own. he sneaks downstairs in the early morning for a taste, hides in the kitchen during the film to take a heap. you’ve spotted him a few times dipping his finger in the jar and plopping a bulky glob into his mouth; like he didn’t just make a scene over you unhygienically eating out of the crisps bag. you never said anything; you let him play his persona and kept his secret a secret held close to your chest.

normally he was maybe a little plain but especially very clean when he ate, rarely applying condiments and leaving little crumbs, keeping the plate tidy, and stacking everything up at the end.

but peanut butter was sticky and gooey and oily and residual. it left water-impartial remnants and unsavory textures on utensils and dishes and clothes. it left a dry and sappy mouth with a smacking tongue and a double need to swallow. it lingered with a ghostly veil over lips and a distinct smell.

he’s embarrassed because he’s conflicted; he shouldn’t like it; kenny told him that when he was young—because it was a messy, rare commodity back then and levi “will become a tidy, tasteful, and thoughtfully-frugal man.”

one day, a little before levi usually woke up for his snack, you peaked into the kitchen, immediately went to his “secret stash,” fished out an open jar, and ate a spoonful. you ran your fingertip along the spoon, collecting a film of peanut butter and applying it to your lips like a balm.

he tiredly walked into the kitchen, yet still brightly smiled once he spotted you near the counter, hiding the loose jar behind you. his hands graced your hips and your lips joined for a kiss, one that he immediately moaned into once the taste of peanut butter touched his tongue, “h’oh, you taste so fucking good.”

you exhaled hot breath onto the skin behind his ear, heard the sharp inhale and felt the hairs rising to meet your lips. “i applied some to my nipples, too,” you said in a hushed, half-whisper, leaning back to see his gorgeous face and dilated pupils, “wanna’ see?”

the whine he released was gutturally primal, escaping from the depths of his lungs and breaking from a caged lifetime of unnecessary guilt. his pupils veered towards max dilation, and his restrained erection eagerly ached as his eyes roamed your face, struggling to focus between your eyes and your lips. “oh, yes,” he answered desperately, “absolutely yes.”

#levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi x you #aot levi #snk levi #jjkeremika #levi smut

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hairmetal666 · 1 year

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3 Times Eddie has a Secret + 1 Time Steve Does

Erica Sinclair wants to throw a Valentine's Day party, and woe betide anyone coming between Erica and an idea. Eddie's happy to show up, spend some time with the kids, Robin, and Steve (though he's with the latter pair all the time), and mostly doesn't think much about it. That is until, two weeks out, Max shows up at his trailer with that look on her face, and he knows he's in for it, though he's not sure why.

He gives her a little bow. "To what do I owe the pleasure, Max?"

"You're going to Erica's party, Munson." Her hands go to her hips and her brow pinches. It's such a Steve Harrington pose it knocks something loose in Eddie's chest. "And you aren't going to say one word about conformists and sheep."

He rolls his eyes, sighs hard. "I'm surprised at you, Mayfield. Didn't have you pegged as a candy hearts type of gal."

"It's for Erica." The tip of her sneaker scuffs at the earth. "And Lucas likes it."

Eddie bites his lip to stifle his smile. They're so fucking cute.

"I suppose I can put in an appearance."

"And be on your best behavior?"

"Scout's Honor."

"You weren't a scout," she grumbles.

"Nope. But still. I'll do it for Little Sinclair."

It shouldn't bother him, the assumption that he'd be a shit about Valentine's Day. He's worked really hard to cultivate an image and it doesn't exactly scream "Be Mine." And yes, yeah, sure, the Munson Doctrine doesn't go in for the holiday, and his cynical heart blah-blah-blah. It's just that. Well, he sort of enjoys the love part.

And later that night, in the safety of his dark bedroom, he acknowledges that he wouldn't mind having a date on Valentine's Day. It would be--well, it would be nice to have someone buy him flowers or chocolates, or even--ugh--a gross, sappy, sentimental card. He wants to have reservations at Enzo's, wants to go see a terrible romcom after, wants to go home and fall into bed with the person he loves. And it isn't metal, or even very cool, but he wants to be showered with affection, celebrated, fucking loved.

He wants so much his entire body aches with it.

II.

Eddie's at Family Video, rifling through the candy that he knows Steve just reorganized.

"What are you looking for, Munson?" Robin asks. She's half-engrossed in the paperwork in front of her.

Eddie's half listening, watching Steve re-shelve New Releases. He's focused on the VHSs in his arms, so Eddie has ample opportunity to admire the bunch and stretch of his shoulder muscles as he reaches to the top of the wall.

"I don't know," he nibbles on his lip. "Something that's not so," he wiggles his hand through the air.

"Romantic?" She guesses.

"No," he shakes his head. "I mean--"

"You mean?" She's focused on him now, must have caught him watching Steve, and he hopes she doesn't make it a big deal.

"Something," he says. "Um. Just something different."

And what he means is a movie for a guy like him where love doesn't have to be a distant dream. Where he can have feelings for someone and it isn't potentially dangerous.

So, he smiles and shrugs. Grabs the tape closest to his hand. "Guess I'll just take this."

"Well, this is definitely different, Eddie," she says. She narrows her eyes at him, like he's a new language she's learning, but he scampers out before she can say anything.

The movie he grabbed without looking is Cocoon and he can't even pretend interest, so he's not exactly disappointed when someone knocks at his door a few hours later. He's expecting Max, maybe Steve, but startles a little at Robin. She pushes past him and into the trailer.

"Good to see you too, Buckley."

She ignores him. "I have something to tell you. You and Steve are the only people who know."

"Okay?" His eyes are so wide it kind of hurts.

She takes a deep breath. "I'm gay."

"What?" He shrieks, doesn't know why. He's always kind of known.

Robin responds by swatting at him, and they bat at one another with the tips of their fingers.

"Nancy?" He asks once they calm down.

"Shut-up," Robin flushes a dark red.

"It's the guns right?"

It's her turn to shriek, and she gets a solid punch in on his shoulder. They wrestle around, until Eddie pulls away, pushing his hair off his sweaty forehead.

"I'm--" he's never said the words to another person. Uncle Wayne just sort of knew and you don't really have to talk at any of the bars he goes to in Indy. "I'm gay too," he tells Robin.

She beams at him. "Cool."

"Cool." He fiddles with his rings. "Harrington knows about you?"

"He was the first person I told."

"You aren't going to tell him about me?"

She leans her head on his shoulder. "Of course not. But he'd be okay, if you wanted to tell him."

He can't help but scoff. "It's different for lesbians, Buckley. Straight guys can be into that."

She scoffs right back. "Steve isn't like that and you know it."

She's right. He does. But the fear runs deep. Especially especially because it's Steve. And Eddie couldn't handle any of things that might happen if Robin is wrong.

"Thanks, Bucks," he says. He leans his head against hers, hugs her close.

III.

Erica's party is happening at Steve's and Eddie shows up at the appointed time, with the appointed cupcakes (baked from a box, frosted from a can).

The kids are shouting in the living room, but his eyes automatically find Steve in the kitchen. He has a a towel draped over his shoulder, hair disheveled, and is mixing Tropical Punch and Sprite into a serving bowl.

"How'd you end up hosting?" Eddie asks.

Steve smiles, a bashful little thing. "Erica called me this morning and yelled until I agreed."

"Pushover," Eddie teases.

"Oh, and you just made those cupcakes for fun, Munson?"

"Shut-up, Harrington." Eddie knocks their shoulders together. "They're ugly as shit. Didn't know there was an art to frosting cupcakes."

"I think I can help. You mind?"

Steve grabs some plastic spatula looking thing, gets to work with a focused determination that has him biting at his lip. Heat kicks in Eddie's blood, makes it so he can't watch. Instead, he slides a finger into the icing.

"Hey! What--? Munson!" Steve yells, as Eddie brushes the pink frosting onto Steve's cheekbone.

"Got ya!" He dances out of reach.

They bob and weave and dodge through the kitchen, laughing and yelling, until Steve has Eddie pressed against the cabinets, no escape. They're close, breathing hard and pink-faced. He can't help glancing down at the plush softness of Steve's mouth, can't help noticing Steve's eyes track the movement. Time pauses, stutters, and the distance between them closes.

"Steve!" Dustin shouts. "What's taking so long?"

The tension breaks and Eddie escapes into the living room, desperate to convince himself it wasn't a moment, that Steve isn't interested. Wishes his heart was a little more cynical, after all.

The party is fun. There are games and snacks and crafts. He gets roped into playing Mystery Date and tries and fails to not notice Steve bent over, playing Twister, left hand on red, right hand on green.

When they start doing crafts, Steve is hard at work on a Valentine.

"What you making, Stevie?" Eddie asks. He cranes his neck to see.

"Back off, Munson."

"Got someone you've been admiring, big boy?"

Steve goes pink and Eddie can't tell if it's the nickname or his question.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

And since Eddie really, really would, he jumps towards Steve, trying to sneak a peek. Steve laughs, hard and kind of surprised, before hunching over the card.

"None of your business, Eddie." But Steve is flushed and smiling.

Eddie pouts. "You know how much I love knowing things."

Steve looks at him. Like, looks at him, and Eddie goes warm all over.

"Maybe if you're a good boy today, you'll get to know later, yeah?"

Good boy does things. It makes Eddie's heart stop, his breathing slow, re-routes all the blood in his body south. He can only gasp and nod, sure his eyes are weirdly glazed.

Good boy. He's not sure if he hears another word spoken to him for the rest of the day.

IV.

The party draws to a close. For once in their lives, the actual parents are driving their kids around and Robin hitches a ride with the Hopper-Byers, leaving Eddie and Steve on clean-up.

"Wanna stick around, Munson? Watch a movie? Think I have a joint leftover from last week."

"Course, Stevie, how could I say no to such a generous offer."

"I think you're making fun of me, but I don't understand why."

Eddie laughs. "Totally genuine, sweetheart. Cross my heart." Steve smiles at that, his eyes turning the color of honey.

Eddie is so, so fucked.

They get situated on the couch and Steve says, "Have you been good today?"

"Huh?" Eddie can't breathe.

"I said you could see what I was making if you were good today. Were you?"

Eddie can't speak, can't think, can't move. His brain is throbbing. This has to be a dream. No way Steve is actually asking that.

But Steve is looking at him and somehow he has the presence of mind to fucking nod, and then Steve is handing him a red construction paper heart and a rose with petals so purple they're almost black.

He's hallucinating. That's what this is. He got some laced weed and now his wildest fantasy is playing out in his head.

The Valentine has a white lace doily thing glued to it and it says, in glitter:

"Roses are red,

Violets are Blue;

Eddie Munson,

I really like you"

His eyes fall on Steve. He perceives him, the way a pink flush sits high on his cheekbones, the shine in his eyes, the tremble in his hands.

Oh shit. Oh shit. Eddie isn't hallucinating. He's not dreaming. He's--

"Steve," he sounds a wreck.

"It's--Eddie, it's okay if you don't like me back. I just--I've liked you for a while and Robin thought I should tell you, and--"

"Steve," he says again, stands this time. "Can I kiss you?" It's a miracle he gets the words out.

"God, yes, please," Steve nearly whines.

Eddie pulls him in close, slotting their mouths together. Steve tastes like Tropical Punch and frosting and he makes a little noise as Eddie nips at his lip.

And that's it, that's all it takes. Eddie is gone, ruined, Valentine's celebrator until the end of time, lost forever to Steve-goddamn-Harrington.

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anarcoqueer1994 · 2 years

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Was working on one head canon idea and another one hit me that I need to force on you.

Steve Harrington wasn't one for a mess, keeping his space relativly clean, with very little excess stuff. So when he and Eddie were moving into a little efficiency apartment of their own, not too far from the trailer park, Eddie wasn't expecting a lot things. Not like him, who held onto everything, loving the chaos of clutter.

Most of Steve's boxes were clothing, with one large box being dedicated to hair products. Steve was putting together thier bedframe in the other room, leaving Eddie to unpack some stuff in the living room. He was surprised when mixed among his boxes full of D&D stuff, mugs, guitar strings, random knick-knacks he thought were cool, was a lone box with the words "Important" on the front written in Steve’s neat handwriting.

Eddie can't help himself, kneeling down next to the box, pulling it open. Inside were various trinkets that he was sure Steve got rid of by now.

Three swim medals, wrapped in a varsity jacket, two silver and one gold.

A guitar pic Eddie threw off stage from the first time he saw Correded Coffin. He had Eddie sign it.

A beat up copy of the Lord of the Rings that Dustin had insisted he read.

A friendship bracelet Robin made for him the first time she came back to visit Hawkins after leaving for college with Nancy. It had pink, orange, and white beads on one side, blue, purple, and pink on the other with R+S in the middle. Eddie remembers he and Nancy having to watch those two be attached at the hip the entire visit. If she weren't his platonic soul mate, Eddie might even admit he was jealous.

A drawing Will had made for him of The Party, signing his name at the bottom.

Some old notecards with Nancy’s pretty handwriting covering the front and back.

A letter from Mike with "Top Secret" on the front. Eddie respects it but inside the letter, Mike said he was panicking because he likes Will how he used to like El, and though he hated to admit it, but Steve was the only person he knew he could ask.

A program from Billy’s funeral. Eddie knew Billy would always be an important part of Steve’s past, and that's okay.

The shiny pebbles that Eddie would find and have to give them to Steve. All 20 of them. He had no idea Steve kept them.

A clumsily crocheted hat that was far too big to wear but El had been teaching herself and Steve happily accepted it.

A ticket to Lucas' championship basketball game.

The visitor's pass from the many days and nights he spent with Max in the hospital, and the sappy little note she gave to him after. He never told her he was there when she was in a coma, but she knew.

A few pictures from various years; A group picture of all them, a way to commenerate everything they have been through together. Him and Dustin in Claudia's kitchen decorating Christmas cookies. (He is still grateful for the Henderson's opening up their home for his boyfriend after his parents disowned him) A picture of Eddie up on the stage. Steve and Robin at the video store on her last day, and finally a picture taken by Jonathan of Eddie and Steve on the Munson's couch, Eddie pulling Steve in for a surprised kiss.

So no, Steve was not one for clutter, but apparently Steve was one for his friends. Eddie can't help but fall in love with Steve a little more.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steve is sentimental #ficlet #the party #steddie #ronance

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silvervioletvalentine · 1 year

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❤️‍🔥!Bad reputation!❤️‍🔥

Pairings : Mick Schumacher X femOC (Cherrie)

Word count : 6.2k

Warnings: just fluff I think . Sappy asf. To make up for the max angst lmfao xoxo

The two times world champion was all that people could talk about lately , her name had been whispered and muttered among the paddock for so long now that it was becoming almost like second nature for mick to overhear her name as he passed by .

All anyone could talk about was how different she was from the other drivers , how she seemed to think that she was better than them all , with the way that she refused to spend any of her free time around them .

She simply came to the track , she won the race and then she would leave . Just like that.

She didn't even celebrate with the other podium winners , didn't attend any of the over the top parties that were thrown for her . Didn't let the other guys drag her out to any clubs for drinks , she didn't do more than give them the occasional smile and pat on the back before pulling her usual disappearing act.

She didn't let anybody know her . Didn't want to be any of their friends , despite how much they tried.

And so the nickname the 'ice queen' had been born.

Because she didn't seem to like anyone at all .

Didn't even try to play nice or waste her time pretending that she wanted to be around them. She spent most of her time in interviews and their conferences with a bored look on her face , only speaking when spoken too.

And even when she did speak , rarely did she say anything nice about them.

It was as though she saw every single one of them as as her rival , on and off the track.

Even though she was still so young and by right , she should have fit right in with the rest of the guys . She didn't let herself get close to any of them , didn't even look at them most of the time.

And it had caused a lot of tension and uneasiness to surround them whenever she was around. Their teams had worried about the way her coldness and uncaring nature would come off to the media .

The way it seemed as though she hated even her own teammates , never interacting with them unless she was forced to.

Merely giving them a small nod of congratulations if they managed to make it into the top five , never seeming very impressed with them at all.

Because she was number one and she stayed number one .

She was there to win , not make friends. She had simply told the reporters whenever she was questioned on her lack of relationships with the rest of the drivers .

Mick didn't quite understand the big drama that was surrounding her at all. So she liked her privacy and preferred to be alone, what was so bad about that?

She had been nothing but polite and cordial to him whenever the two crossed paths .

She would always give him a 'good morning' or a pretty little smile whenever she saw him. She had even checked in on him after the race when he had crashed , making sure that he was okay and not leaving his side until she was certain that he was a hundred percent okay.

He wouldn't call them friends yet, not out loud anyways. He didn't want to get his hopes crushed about their barely there friendship but they were something .

She certainly treated him a lot nicer than she did the others . Never once had she spoken a bad word about him either .

In fact , whenever she was asked a question about mick she would always boost him up and praise him without any hesitation , despite him not being as high as ranks as she was .

She saw potential in him and she always told him that one day he would be on top.

That was more than enough for him .

He thought that she was pretty great.

The others drivers however ... they seemed to be filled with a mixture of intimidation and annoyance just at the sight of her.

Hearing cherries name being brought up in conversation , he stopped in his tracks as he saw Pierre , Charles and Sebastian stood talking inside . Their eyes glued to a screen with matching looks of unease .

"What's going on?" He walked over to them curiously , giving Sebastian a friendly pat on the back in hello. Getting a smile in return from the older man.

Pierre just frowned at the tv screen unhappily "she's slagging us all off again." He almost whined . Not understanding why she didn't seem to like them at all.

Charles , her teammate , not wanting to talk negatively about her just squirmed a little uncomfortably.

"I don't think she means to." He told them honestly , having noticed the way that she seemed to just talk without thinking about the consequences. She just said whatever was on her mind .

"I think it just comes across wrong." He added with a small wince as they all watched Cherrie purse her lips in clear annoyance as the reporter brought up their names to her again.

Mick rose his eyebrow as he intently watched the screen , taking in the denim shorts and Ferrari tank top that she was wearing .

All of her tattoos that covered her arms and legs on show , he thought that he saw a new one on her chest as well. He didn't recall seeing that snake on her skin before .

He would have to ask her about it , he thought to himself vaguely as he tried to focus on what she was saying instead .

"Do you think that the competition will be more difficult for you this season? It's seems the new cars will be incredibly powerful." The man said while looking at her expectantly .

Cherrie just tilted her head and lazily brought the microphone up to her painted red lips , looking

Bored out of her mind .

"You could have the most powerful and fastest car in the world but If you can't control it well.. If the driver doesn't match the car then it makes no difference to the result in the end." She simply replied as though she was racing against idiots .

She didn't mean it badly . She just meant that she hoped that the rest of the drivers were ready to handle their new cars. That she hoped they felt like one with their wheel.

Only it didn't come across as she had hoped. Like usual .

Instead she sounded as though she was calling them all terrible drivers.

Sebastian snorted a little in amusement from beside him .

"She's not wrong. You wouldn't become a singer if you didn't know how to sing would you?" He resorted. Seeing her point.

Mick just hummed in quiet agreement .

"So you think that it'll be an easy win for you again this year?" The man asked , stunned by her words.

Cherrie just shrugged a little , chewing on her bottom lip for a moment before answering.

"I think that I've trained well and my car feels good. I know that I can achieve what I want if I put my mind to it. So if I want to win then I will do so.." she confidently answered .

Mick laughed a little at that. Grinning to himself as he shared a amused look with Sebastian at how casually she was destroying them all.

Pierre didn't look as amused , shaking his head with a frown.

Charles , honestly , just looked a little envious at his teammates confidence in herself. Wishing that he could trust himself that like.

He had hoped that Cherrie would be willing to give him some pointers or give him some advice on how she won so often .

He had hoped that she would share some of that magic she seemed to possess with him too, yet every time he tried to even talk to her , she would make up some excuse and disappear .

It quickly became clear to him that she didn't want to be his friend and he was too scared of her to keep pushing for something that she wasn't willing to give.

"She's so cocky.." Pierre grimaced.

Mick looked over at him with a raise of his brow , feeling a little defensive on her behalf .

She worked hard for what she had . He knew that she spent most of her free time on the simulator training .

She didn't just win just out of pure luck.

"Yet she's a two time world champion and you're not." He shot back at him , unamused by their negative views towards her.

They didn't know her at all so what right did they have to judge her?

They all looked over at him in clear surprise , taken back by his snapping defence of her .

Sebastian seemed to quickly click on though , tilting his head at him with a knowing look in his eyes.

Seb was the only one that he had told about his growing friendship? Could he call it that? With Cherrie about .

He had told him about how he had given the intimidating driver his number after she had looked after him after crashing before , had told him About how he hasn't expected for her to actually use it but she did .

She had called him the very same night to check in on him and the pair of them had been texting pretty frequently since . Usually about random things they had seen or read about .

Mick liked to send her videos of his dog and Cherrie sent him pictures of her fat pug in return .

He was hoping that their dogs could have a play date soon , he was warming her up to that one . Seeing as they had yet to actually hang out alone in person , yet he wasn't losing hope.

The fact that she still answered him was a good sign.

He must be doing something right .

"You can't actually like her? She's mean! She called me a little boy to the press the other day!" Pierre exclaimed in disbelief .

In his mind she was just unapproachable and damn right scary .

Charles gave him a look "that's because you said that you could easily beat her . So she said that she doesn't worry about little boys on the track." He chuckled finding it funny how casually she had hurt his friends pride .

They all laughed at that . Pierre just scowled.

"She doesn't like us! How many times have we all tried to be her friend? She treats us like we're not worth her time." He complained. Still butt hurt over her constant rejection of their friendship .

They had all thought she was so cool , with her aloofness and her tattoos . Her careless way of speaking . She was like something out of a dream. The bad girl attitude that she had.

They had all wanted to be her friend . Had all wanted to get to know her , had all maybe crushed on her a tiny bit .. which was why it stung even more to have her act so coldly towards them all the time.

Mick just rolled his eyes at his whining , focusing back on the tv as she got asked another question.

He noticed the way she kept fiddling with her earrings and then her nose ring. Twirling them about over and over again.

Was that a nervous habit? He wondered to himself in concern as he noticed the way that she kept fidgeting in her seat . Looking like she'd rather be anywhere else .

Was she just nervous around people and just accidentally came off as rude instead? Had they all misjudged her character?

"And what about the others drivers?" The man brought up to her . Clearly looking for some drama.

"Are there any that you're looking forward to being on the track with? Any predictions?" He pushed.

Cherrie took a minute to answer , tapping her fingertip against her earring again before finally answering .

"I look forward to every race . It's always fun to be on the track with Lewis..." she chuckled a little bit at the thought of the driver that she was always head to

head with.

Then she smiled and said "but honestly I think this year will be different . I'm hoping that this will be Mick's year .. I know he's been training hard and I really want to see him up on the podium . He'd look great covered in champagne." She casually said as though she hasn't just turned his stomach into a whole damn zoo.

Mick felt the heat rush to his face as he listened to her talk about how much she wanted him to win , that she believed in him.

Feeling his heart race in his chest as he struggled not to grin like a love sick idiot , aware of the others looking between the screen and himself in shock.

Having been unaware that the two even knew each other .

All apart from Sebastian who was grinning at him knowingly , gently punching his shoulder with a quiet laugh underneath his breath.

"Oh my god." He breathed out with a shy chuckle as he loosely crossed his arms over to his chest, blushing bright red .

Pierre was just gaping at him in disbelief and envy .

“What? How? How did you get her to like you?!" He exclaimed in shock.

Mick just shrugged , not even looking at him.

Instead he focused on watching Cherrie smile as she talked about him , his heart warming in his chest.

He impulsively pulled out his phone and wrote out a quick text .

Can you compliment the others too? They look like they’re going to cry with jealously. He texted her .

Watching as she peeked over at her phone that lit up on her lap , smirking a little to herself as she looked straight at the camera and gave a little wink .

Taking in a deep breath she hummed , the smirk never leaving her lips as she tapped her fingers against her phone looking like she was trying not to laugh.

"The others aren't that bad either." She finally said to the reporter who looked visibly shocked that she was suddenly being so nice.

Deciding that she could be a little nicer, even if just to make mick happy. She smiled.

"I have a great teammate too. He's been doing good and I think that Charles could really stand a chance at winning this year too. He just needs to have a little confidence in himself and to stop letting every little mistake bring him down." She said honestly .

Charles froze , his lips parting in shock at the encouraging words about himself that he was hearing from his teammate .

The same woman that he had hoped to connect with for so long.

The same woman that he had believe didn't like him, having thought that she had felt like he wasn't as good as a driver as she was.

Yet here she was , smiling and talking him up.

He smiled brightly , relief filling him as he realised that she did respect him as a driver. That she believed in him too.

It was a nice feeling.

"He's a good driver and a really nice guy. I think he's scared of me though.." she laughed a little knowing it was true. He was damn right terrified of her.

Charles flushed red , making eye contact with mick who was already grinning over at him in amusement .

Lifting up his eyebrow at him as if to say 'see? She isn't that bad!'

"And Pierre.." Pierre perked up , hoping to hear something nice about him too.

“Will get to see me, mick and Charles on the podium together. He can take the pictures." She smirked .

Pierre rolled his eyes with a huff as the others burst into laughter at her jab towards him.

She really wasn't going to let his earlier comments go. No matter how cute Mick was.

"Unbelievable." He muttered in disbelief shaking his head as he looked at them jealously .

"She's mean." He just repeated , unamused by her sense of humour.

Mick was too busy texting her too care.

See? He typed . Being nice Wasn't that hard was it?

That was Painful. Was all she wrote back.

You owe me. She then added.

Mick peered back up at the screen just in time to see Cherrie getting up off her chair now that the interview was over . Her phone in her hand as she looked down at it with a small smile on her pretty face.

Dinner? Wine? My place at 7? He dared to send.

His eyes locked onto her face as he watched her read his text. She just let out a laugh and found the camera that was watching her , raising her eyebrow at him with a smirk on her lips.

Giving him a quick thumbs up .

Can you cook lasagne?

I'll bring the desert. How does cake sound? She sent back.

Mick couldn't help the blush that came up his cheeks as he bit down on his bottom lip to try and stop the giddy laugh from escaping .

I can try. Sounds perfect!

His shaky fingers typed out before noticing that Seb was reading their texts from over his shoulder with a grin on his face .

He looked up at the older man pleadingly "how do you make lasagne?" Was all he helplessly said , eyes hopeful that he would help him.

Sebastian just sighed at the lovesick man in front of him, patting him on the shoulder with a sigh as he steered him away to the exit.

"Come on. We need to go grocery shopping.."

By the time that seven o'clock rolled around , mick had worked himself up into a nervous wreck.

Fingers shaking anxiously as he kept kneeling down in front of his oven to keep an eye on the lasagne , worrying at his lips as he wondered just how long he should leave it in for.

Seb had told him that when the cheese on the top turned golden then it was as good as done , yet the cheese was still too white . Groaning a little underneath his breath as he pulled himself back up to his feet , picking up his glass of wine that he had already poured himself and gulping at it like it was water .

Staring around his apartment that he had spent nearly an hour trying to tidy up before eyeing the

Set up of the dining table worriedly , wondering if he had done too much.

They hadn’t exactly clarified that it was a date. He had only told her that he would cook and provide the wine, there had been no mentioning of romance .

He eyes the lit candles and red napkins anxiously , biting on the end on his nails as he exhaled loudly , trying to calm himself down.

He wanted it to be a date.

He wasn't so in denial that he could pretend that he only wanted their night to be friendly .

Yes, he wanted wanted to be her friend. He also kind of wanted to kiss her every time he saw her pretty face too.

That wasn't very friendly . Perhaps a bit overly actually.

But he also wasn't so foolish as to believe that it would be that simple either . Cherrie had mostly been polite and cordial to him at best, there had been no hinting that she might have felt the way he did towards him either .

He didn't know what to think but the hope was building up slowly in him not matter how many times he tried to dampen it with rationality .

He wanted her. God , did he want her. It was driving him insane .

So much so that as the Knock finally arrived at his front door , he flinched so hard that he almost choked on his wine. Hurrying to place the glass down on the table before rushing off to the door.

Pausing for a moment to quickly run his hand through his hair and taking a deep breath , he then swung open the door and plastered on a smile .

Only for every word he wanted to say to get stuck in his throat as he looked at her .

Cherrie stood there with a store bought chocolate cake in her hands , wearing a beautiful smile and a tiny red dress that left little to the imagination.

Her tattoos showcased proudly against her tanned skin , her long hair curled and carelessly pushed over her shoulders .

With dark eyeliner and her pretty red lips , mick thought that he might faint .

"Oh wow." Was all he could blurt out as he blinked back at her with wide eyes.

His cheeks flushing red in embarrassment as he realised that he had just been stood staring at her without saying a word.

"You look insane ." He breathed out before swallowing nervously , his eyes darting back up to meet her amused ones .

"I mean not insane In a bad way - like insane in a oh my god you look so beautiful way. " he inhaled sharply and shook his head , a sheepish smile on his face as he let out a mortified laugh.

"I mean- you look really pretty." He finally got out.

Cherrie just smiled bashfully, letting out a small giggle as she looked him over in his black jeans and smart white dress shirt . He looked handsome.

Looking into his Angel eyes , she felt her heart flutter. Feeling some of her own nerves soften as she realised that he was just as nervous as she was.

Doing what she always did when she felt anxious and unsure of herself , she put on a face of confidence and played pretend .

She could do this.

She could be a normal pretty girl having late night dinner with a handsome guy at his place .

This was totally normal.

"Thank you." She said . Glad that she had gone with the red dress after all.

“You look really handsome mick. I Like the shirt ." She said while letting her hand reach out the smooth over his slightly crooked collar , straightening it out for him.

His breath hitched , clearing his throat quietly as he finally moved aside to let her in.

"Thanks." He let out a shy laugh , catching the scent of her sweet perfume as she walked past. Carefully shutting the door behind her.

She took a deep breath in and let out a pleased hum, peering over her shoulder at him with a smile.

"Wow something smells good. The last time I tried to cook myself dinner my kitchen ended up smelling like smoke for days." She told him honestly .

At the reminder of the food he let out a small gasp , quickly jogging past her into the kitchen .

“Oh shit the lasagne!" He pulled open the oven door with the mitts. Letting out a sigh of relief when he noticed that the bubbling cheese had finally turned golden on top.

"Thank god." He mumbled to himself as he pulled it out of the oven. Placing it ontop of the counter for a moment as he pulled out two plates .

"I was worried I would fuck it up.." he then tilted his head as he began to plate it up.

"Although you haven't tasted it yet. So.." he let out a nervous chuckle.

Cherrie just smiled , eyeing the already open bottle of wine on the table as she took a seat. Setting aside the cake she had brought with her for later.

Looking at the already empty glass that he had downed before she arrived , she giggled a little getting his attention.

"I take it that the wine is good?" She lifted up the bottle and poured herself a glass.

Mick let out a small groan as he placed their plates down onto the table .

Looking over at her with wide eyes "I was supposed to pour you that!" Then he looked at his already empty glass and sighed .

"But yes it is nice . I had a little so I -" he hesitated to admit that he was so nervous by the thought of her coming over that he needed a drink to calm down.

Seeing his struggle , Cherrie just smiled over at him in understanding .

“Take the edge off? I always need a glass after a race ." She admitted to him . Looking down at the plate full of steaming lasagne hungrily .

"This looks amazing Mick. Well done." She mumbled. Missing the flushed look on his face from her praise .

Laughing a little as he carefully took a seat on the opposite side of the table. Pouring himself another glass of wine as he did so.

"Really? You never go to any of the parties or clubs to celebrate after . I always just assumed that you didn't like to drink or something." He told her truthfully .

She always disappeared before anyone could even try to drag her along.

Cherrie laughed and shook her head as she picked up her knife and fork, looking over at him with a small smile .

"I prefer to drink alone. Less likely to embarrass myself then. Plus clubs are not my scene." She said before putting a piece of the food into her mouth . Closing her eyes in bliss once she tasted the cheesy goodness .

"Fucking hell. This is so good.." she moaned out. Opening her eyes again to look at him in amazement, watching his face colour at her reaction.

Shifting in his seat at the sound of her moaning , he forced himself to have innocent thoughts .instead decided to be thankful that he hadn't fucked up the food and gave them a upset stomach.

"Seb helped me." He admitted to her sheepishly. Getting a chuckle in return as she quirked an eyebrow at him curiously .

"You told him I was coming over?" She asked.

Mick looked back at her hesitantly , knowing how much she liked her privacy. What if she hasn't wanted anybody to know?

"You don't mind?" His uneasy question made her frown .

Confusion crossing her face as she looked back at him curiously . "Why would I mind? It's not a secret . I'm not doing anything wrong by having dinner with you.." she simply replied . Swallowing another bite of food happily.

He slowly nodded his head , relief filling him.

She didn't mind people knowing that she was hanging out with him? Coming from the same woman that refused to spend time with any of the other drivers alone , he was a little surprised.

"I know it's just..." he tilted his head a little , deciding to just be honest .

“You don't seem to really like any of the other drivers or want them to know anything about you.. you're not friends with any of them." He mentioned cautiously . Watching her reaction closely , not wanting to upset her.

But she trusted mick and she knew that he only had good intentions .

That he just wanted to know her better and truthfully ... she wanted him to ask questions . She wanted to get to know him too.

"It's not that I don't like any of them..." she started . Drinking a little bit other wine first before continuing "it's just that I like to focus on racing. The last time I let myself get comfortable with others it didn't end well." She found herself telling him the reason to why she was so closed off.

Mick frowned in concern , not understanding.

“What do you mean? Did something happen? It wasn't anyone I know was it?" He questioned her worriedly , a category of people who could have potentially upset her going through his head.

Cherrie shook her head with a small laugh at the protective way he had straightened in his seat. No doubt ready to fight anyone who had dared disrespect her.

It was nice to see how much he cared . How he wasn't afraid to hide it either.

"No , no. Not in F1." She assured him . " it was in F2 before I won. I was close friends with quite a few guys there and the minute I started beating them it turned nasty.." she told him truthfully "my own teammate kept refusing to let me pass and caused me to go off track more than once . And then there was all these rumours.." she shook her head in annoyance as she thought back to how stressful and upsetting her time there had been.

"-Because I was friendly with them , everybody started assuming that I was fucking them all. It didn't help that they never denied it . They just played into It and made me out to be this stupid slut who spread her legs for all the drivers .." she muttered .

Quickly draining the rest of her wine before the bitterness of the memories could upset her.

Mick could only frown back at her , seeming

just as upset by it as she was .

Visibly disturbed by what she had just told him, shaking his head in disgust at her past team mates behaviour .

"God that's horrible . I'm sorry that happened to you." He breathed out feeling terrible for her. Reaching over to grab her hand and get her fingers a gentle , comforting squeeze.

His eyes gazing into hers with concern. "Did you get back at him? Your teammate?" He asked her curiously .

Because she didn't seem like the type of woman that would just let something like that slide .

As she watched Mick lift his glass of wine to his lips , his eyes never leaving hers .

She couldn't help but smirk a little smugly .

"I did." She nodded her head slyly, awaiting his reaction to what she was about to admit next.

"I fucked his wife in his trailer. Then I won the championship and got signed to Ferrari which was his dream team." She bluntly told him . Proud of herself for being so petty.

Mick choked on his wine. Looking back at her with wide , shocked eyes.

His mouth dropping open before he let out a bark of loud laughter , almost cackling in disbelief .

"No!" He gasped out . Still giggling as he watched her nod her head proudly . Grinning back at him.

"Oh my god." He couldn't believe it. Unable to stop laughing .

“Talk about revenge! What did he do when he found out?" He wanted all the gossip.

Cherrie just shrugged with a giggle "cried. Sent me a few threatening messages but I was too busy to care. It's what he got for fucking me over ..." she casually said. Pushing away her plate now that she was done eating.

Mick leaned back into his seat with a amazed shake of his head . Looking back at her in amazement .

"You're amazing." Was all he could breathe out. Utterly infatuated with the woman in front of him.

She blushed a little , tucking her hair behind her ear sheepishly .

“Girls gotta do what a girls gotta do." Was all she replied.

They spent the next minute just silently looking at each other with silly smiles on their faces before Mick let out a loud sigh.

Drumming his fingers on the table "I've wanted to do this for a while now." He found himself telling her. The wine seeming to give him that extra bit of confidence he needed to make his move.

Cherrie tilted her head "have dinner with me?"

Mick just smiled "get to know you. I knew you weren't a cold hearted bitch like everyone made you out to be." He bluntly said. Glad that he had stuck to his intuition about her.

She let out a surprised laugh , the word 'bitch' sounding weird coming from him. It sounded funny.

"Well I'm glad you think so." She giggled shaking her head at him.

“You could of asked me sooner though. I would have said yes.." she told him.

Mick couldn't help but raise his brows in surprise "really?" He blurted out before he could stop himself .

Having been so scared of rejection that the possibility of her actually wanting to hang out with him too hadn’t even crossed his mind.

To him she was just so cool and mysterious . She was somebody that he had dreamed about , spent so long thinking about that he hadn't actually imagined her being attainable .

She was way out of his league .

Yet here she was, at his dining table , in his apartment and smiling back at him like she wouldn't want to be any where else in the world.

"Really." She confirmed to him. Finding his surprise too sweet .

“I really like you. I've been wanting to hang out with you for a while now but I wasn't sure how to ask you.." she decided to just got for it.

Their nervousness had kept them waiting long enough . She didn't want to waste another second that she could be spending with him by her side.

Mick felt like his heart was trying to escape his chest, butterfly's filling his stomach as he looked back at her with hearts in his eyes.

So In awe of her . "I can't believe this... I feel like I'm dreaming." He muttered to himself in disbelief. Running his hands over his face to try and pull himself together.

Then he pushed himself up out of his seat and walked over to her , offering his hand .

She looked at his hand and then looked up to him in confusion , yet she took it anyways .

Letting him pull her up from her seat before he smoothly interlocked their fingers together and pulled her closer to him.

"Not dreaming." She whispered to him with a small smile as she stared into his Angel eyes . Titling her head a little at him.

His cheeks were permanently tinted pink since she had arrived , his pupils blown wide as he grinned down at her . Biting at his bottom lip with a shy chuckle.

"No I'm not ." The realisation that this was real and that this was really happening hit him all at once.

"I think you're the most beautiful woman in the world." He told her matter of factly. Pulling their hands behind her back so that they he could rest his arms around her waist .

Making her dip back to look up at him with a quiet giggle , blushing .

"I thought you were scared of me?" She returned to him. Recalling his nervousness around her too.

Mick hummed in agreement "oh yeah. You scare the hell out of me ." He easily admitted , eyes twinkling.

"-doesn't change the way I feel about you though. If anything it only intensifies the feeling." He told her truthfully . Biting the bullet .

She pulled her hands out of his grip so that she could put her arms around his neck instead , taking a step closer until they were chest to chest.

Seeing his pulse racing against his neck , watching the way he swallowed nervously yet never took his eyes away from her own.

"And how do you feel?" She finally asked him, their lips gently brushing against one another as she nudged her nose against his soothingly .

He let out a shaky breath , closing the gap so that his words were spoken against her lips . So soft and true.

"I love you." He whispered before letting his eyes flutter shut as he finally kissed her.

Running his hands softly up her back till the palm of his hand reached the back of her neck , squeezing it gently as she hummed happily against his mouth.

Titling her head to deepen the kiss , sliding her tongue into his mouth as she slid her fingers into his hair and tugged at the strands until he was groaning against her . Pressing their hips together as they stumbled backwards , his other hand sliding down to clutch at the hem of her dress as he hiked it up.

Pushing them into the direction of his bedroom, heart racing in his chest as he felt her nails dig into his shoulder blades.

Pulling her mouth away from His for a moment as she began to kiss down to his neck , lapping at the tender skin there .

She traced her name onto his neck with her tongue , sucking a small mark beneath his ear as he breathed out her name desperately .

"Cherrie please.." he pleaded as they stumbled over to his bed . Letting out a small gasp when she suddenly pulled away only to roughly push him onto his back till he hit the mattress with a startled huff.

Gazing up at her with lovestruck eyes , his chest rising and falling rapidly as she smirked down at him slyly.

"You love me too?" He needed to know . Reaching out to grab her hips and pull her ontop of him too.

Cupping her jaw in his hands as he traced her swollen lips with his fingertip slowly, his darkening eyes never leaving her own.

Cherrie just breathed out a sigh and tapped over his chest three times , right over where his heart was.

"I love you. I do. Do you Want me to show you just how much?" At his hurried nod she let out a loud laugh and reached over for the blanket to pull it over their heads.

And all mick could think then was that he couldn't wait to walk into the paddock with her , hand in hand , just to see the looks on everybodys face when they saw them together .

For them to see about how wrong they were to think that she was this untouchable ice queen without any feelings.

She loved him. He gleefully grinned to himself as he kissed her and kissed her until his name was all that she could repeat.

Everyone else could suck it.

#mick Schumacher imagine #mick Schumacher x reader #f1 imagine #formula one imagine #F1 x reader #f1 fic

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The Peg That Middle Aged Man Campaign 2024 | Masterlist

Hello and welcome to the PMAMC 2024, a Pedro Pascal Character Fanfiction Event!!!!

Thank you so much to everyone who participated and to everyone who interacted with these amazing fics. I had an absolute blast running this little event!

NOTE: Warnings are provided, please read them. Some of these are pure fluff, some are angsty, and some have potentially triggering elements. All fics are tagged appropriately and you are responsible for your own content consumption. MDNI | 18+

AO3 Link | PMAMC 2023 | #PMAMC 2024

Comandante Veracruz

The Bet by @flightlessangelwings Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY!), pegging, anal, switching, oral (f receiving), overstim, slight roughness, established relationship and safe words, praise, no use of y/n Word count: 2.7k

Dave York

Use Me by @theywhowriteandknowthings Warnings: Reader is a blank slate, no race, age, or other descriptive factors (reader can hold Dave up on the bed). Mentions of M!Masturbation; F!Masturbation; pet names (good girl, Sweetheart); Sub/Dom dynamics; Soft!Dom Dave; face riding; Swiping that nose like an Amex; a little bit of Switch action; derogation (Dave calls reader a slut, reader likes it); degradation kink; praise kink(if you squint?); use of "Sir" for Dave; anal play; use of butt plugs; lots of lube (it's necessary folks!); harness play; strap-on use; pegging; anal penetration with a dildo; food consumption (snacks); food mention (takeout food); aftercare; bathing; they're sappy married idiots in love. Word Count: 5.8k

Dieter Bravo

I'll Try Anything Once by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin Warnings: Oral sex M and F receiving, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, unprotected PIV sex, pegging, cumplay, cum swapping, cum swallowing Word Count: 2.5k

Din Djarin

Beautiful Release by @prolix-yuy Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, IT'S PEGGING DIN TIME! Anal sex (m receiving), rough sex, sex toys, fingering (m receiving), handjob, frottage, blowjob, swallowing, cumshot, mentions of oral sex (f receiving), mild dubcon (Reader isn't aware of Din's mental state and stops the session to re-negotiate boundaries), painful sex, sex as self-flagellation, hurt/comfort. Word Count: 4.1k

Ezra

Aquamarine by @for-a-longlongtime Warnings: Established relationship (f/m) plus third (hello, younger!BennyMiller from Triple Frontier!AU), dirty talk, brief masturbation (f and m), fingering (f and m receiving), rimming, anal sex, oral on a strap on, pegging, dildo is referred to as "your cock/dick" repeatedly. Some spit use (no kink).

Frankie Morales

On One Knee, On Two Knees by @beskarandblasters Warnings: f!reader, y’all get engaged, anal fingering, handjob, pegging, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names, Frankie is a Good Boy™, no use of y/n Word Count: 1.6k

Jack "Whiskey" Daniels

Trussed Up by @wannab-urs Warnings: PEGGING!!! Smut, sex club stuff, dominatrix!reader, dom!reader, sub!Jack, BDSM stuff, everyone is up to date on their STD checks and birth control and such, brief mention of shibari, mommy kink!whiskey but he calls reader “Momma” and also ma’am, reader calls Jack baby, baby boy, and cowboy, rope bunny!Jack, bondage, hog tie (modified), butt plug, spanking, fingering (m receiving), begging, lots of check ins, several uses of “good boy,” hand job (more so just teasing tbh), riding the cowboy, brief little gentle bite, unprotected PiV (but it’s about as safe as it can get… still don’t do that), creampie, aftercare, cuddling, unprofessional amounts of caring about your client. Word Count: 2.5k

Javi Gutierrez

On the First Date by @max--phillips Warnings: Pegging, obviously. Also, first dates, potentially embarrassing scenario gone very right, oral sex (reader receiving), strap on blowjob, Javi's just excited to be there, and of course some softness thrown in for fun. Word Count: 2.1k

Javier Peña

Pop Goes the Javi by @morallyinept Warnings: Pegging/rimming/anal fingering/anal penetration, M receiving/fingering F receiving/all the glorious butt stuff with Javi's pert lil' butt 🍑 Javi being a drooling mess. Word Count: 4.5k

Marcus Moreno

Same Time Next Week by @magpiepills Warnings: smut. pegging, anal, tit job, hand job, pussy job, sumata, prostate stimulation, anal fingering, sex work, coming untouched, praise kink, slight sub/dom vibes, subspace kind of, erotic massage, pining?? In my fic?? writer knows nothing about massages, many liberties taken. Word Count: 4.5k

Marcus Pike

Give and Take by @agentmarcuspike Warnings: pegging, use of a strap-on, reader doesn't have a penis, anal fingering, rimming, showering together, established romantic relationship (2+ years), lots of lube, wet wet wet (not the group), sweet sappy romance, cum play (?), coming untouched, pet names (baby, darling, good boy), begging a lil bit Word Count: 2.2k

Max Phillips

The Gift of Your Grave by @gasolinerainbowpuddles Warnings: POV switching, questionable consent if you squint due to inherent power imbalance, Max is serving cunt with side of a soft boi, pegging, butt stuff, angst, fluff, discussions about drug use/sobriety/coping mechanisms, my personal supernatural lore that exists bc I say it does, Frankie lacks confidence in himself until he embraces his super power sub status, using a dick like a pacifier (we’ve all been there), very loose workings of a dom/sub dynamic but mostly reward/punishment concepts and orgasm control Word Count: 8.1k

Maxwell Lord

Stiff by @idolatrybarbie Warnings: takes place in the 80s, fem!OC with no physical descriptions, gambling (pls don't), alcohol and references to it, descriptions of fake gore and blood, reader smokes, references to domestic violence and abuse, smut - pegging, anal fingering, come eating, praise. Word Count: 4.9k

No-outbreak Joel

Will You Show Me? by @eupheme Warnings: switch!joel and switch!reader, poly relationship, use of alcohol, light sub/dom elements, sex toys, references to threesomes, sexual photos, oral sex, anal play, pegging, joel teaches you what to do

Oberyn Martell

My Way by @lincolndjarin Warnings: five seconds of plot to build up to a whole lot of porn, pegging (obvi), medieval strap on, glass toys, fingering, oberyn sucks the strap, allusions to other partners, referring to a dildo as a cock, multiple orgasms, overstimulation if you squint, premature ejaculation?? idk he cums fast bc i'm a sucker for that, cum play, reader has brief penis envy idk if that's the term but yeah, spit as lube bc its the olden days or whatever, anal sex, soft & loving sex, sort of a gentle dom vibe from reader, they're married <3 <3 <3, aftercare, i didn't really edit this as much as i should have (i'm sleepy) so apologies in advance

Pero Tovar

The Mercenary and his Witch by @nerdieforpedro Warnings: slight misogyny (11th century people it would be weird if there wasn’t), mentions of whorehouses (it’s work - respect it), threat of violence, fingering (male and female), edging and teasing, biting, a sweet Pero?, ass play (with fingers), oral sex (female and male receiving), mentions of food (a Nerdie fic staple), pegging, cum massage and eating, aftercare Word Count: 4.8k

Post-outbreak Joel

A Bad Deal by @jksprincess10 Warnings: NON CON, DDDNE dark!reader, drugging someone without their knowledge, non consensual pegging, lots of degrading, slight somnophilia, pegging without prep, reader is crazy as fuck, mentions of blood, unprotected p in v, dom!reader, toxic relationship

Pre-outbreak Joel

Ripe by @hier--soir Warnings: pre-outbreak, set in the early 2000s, early thirties joel my lover boyy, bisexual reader, established relationship, that one shit stirring friend, brief alcohol consumption and piv sex at the onset, brief masturbation [m] in the bath, a little ass eating and fingering, a little spitting, pegging, dirty talk, praise, dildo is described as "your cock" multiple times, reach around hand job you will always be famous, they talk each other through it, the word hole is used 11 times but it feels like 100, also they're in love okay bye. Word Count: 5.3k

EXTRAS

-- here's all the fics that weren't included in the main event, but are just as delicious --

SNL Characters

Game Over by @magpiepills Mario x Princess Peach!Reader Warnings: pegging, anal fingering, dirty talk, drinking, flirting, butt plugs, use and abuse of video game imagery, crack fic, probably cringe. No use of y/n, reader is princess peach, but her hair, skin and body type aren’t described.

A Table for Two by @gasolinerainbowpuddles and @joelsgreys Mrs. Claudia Flores x the Italian Waiter x Lisa from Temecula Warnings: cracfkic, pegging, bad Italian accents, lots of culinary euphemisms, tiny font Spanish/Italian translations

Marcus Pike

Whatta Man by @atinylittlepain Warnings: this is smut, pegging, rimming, sucking and fucking, sex work, lowkey sugardaddy!marcus, sweet shy marcus getting his world rocked, and then pancakes and a blackberry and a black american express card so ya know, the works.

Ezra

Prospecting by @marisferasiop Warnings: Peg that space rat! pegging, anal fingering, anal toying, rim job, mildly degrading language, lil bit of overstim, cum as lube, cum eating, Ezra being a soft baby

Frankie Morales

My Boys by @flightlessangelwings Warnings: mmf threesome, established relationship, pegging, anal, fingering, oral (m receiving, hint at f receiving), soft dom reader, sub!Frankie, praise, pet names (babe, baby), fluff, feelings, no use of y/n

#pmamc 2024 #pmamc 2024 masterlist #pmamc masterlist #pedro pascal character fanfiction #ppcu fanfiction #masterlist #pedrostories

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This Week in BL - Bunch of Stuff Coming in August

July 2023 Wk 5

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Laws of Attraction (Sat iQIYI) 2-3 of 8 - Oh good, we now know that Thailand has the same statutory rape laws as the US. Dub con is as dub con does. MEANWHILE Oh my God I love evil lawyer cutie so much. Him and his beautiful weaponized smile, maybe my new favorite character. I like the way this director is playing with noir mystery tropes, settings, and archetypes too - it’s feeling very 60s pulp, I’m getting gay Travis McGee vibes. Grandma knowing that her grandson likes boys is so sweet. I have to be completely frank here, this is what I wanted from both Manner of Death and KP. I truly love this show

Hidden Agenda that isn’t hidden (Sun GMMTV YouTube) ep 3 of 10 - It’s a very Cyrano de Bergerac kind of narrative... If Cyrano fell in love with Christian instead of Roxanne. Mock date was fun.

Low Frequency (Sat iQIYI) ep 4 of 8 - Into the lion’s den. Investigation begins. Why isn’t the ghost acting lookout? Who are these random side characters? I’m confused. Half way through kiss is right on schedule tho.

Wedding Plan (Weds YT & iQIYI) ep 2 of 7 - The kiss was nice, but it’d be nicer if Nuea had punched Lom. Manipulative arse. A trash watch is happening!

Be Mine Super Star (Mon Viki) ep 4 of 12 - Meh.

Dinosaur Love (Sun iQIYI) ep 5 of 8 eps - The hazing has begun + secret relationship and it’s kinda like a v soft SOTUS. Dino is getting a bit too controlling and obsessive for me so it slid down the ranks. I much prefer La Cusine’s version of this dynamic. The friends protecting Dino’s interests were funny tho - boy is so obsessed he outsources his stalking.

Be My Favorite (Fri YouTube) ep 10 of 12 - Max is BEST BOY. I hate Kawi. Tra la la. Trash watch here.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Jun & Jun (Korea Thurs Viki) 2 of 8 - Our ex idol is a total FLIRT. Nice to see an uke with agency. I mean baby girl is a newbie worker bee… but still flirty, good for you, sweetie. I see your little lip bite and so does your soon to be husband. Speaking of, I love Choi Jun’s style of seme aggression: a little sleezy + a bit too handsy + ultra clever with his words. Plus tie tug!!! Also threatening to take off your TAILORED suit so baby wears your shirt and smells like you? HOT. Boy you sped right past American style and into Italian - that’s real Corinthian leather, that is.

Stay By My Side (Taiwan Fri Gaga) 5 of 10 eps - Mid series kiss right on schedule. Thank you for never upsetting me, Taiwan. Omg. Such boyfriends. Only Taiwan gets this sappy. I have to say, I watch this show after Tokyo on purpose. (I need the pallet cleanser.) Still, I’m scared that the perception will be that Bu Xia is using Jiang Chi, not in love with him, when the truth about ghosts comes out. Why doesn’t BX’s useless sister do something for her disaster brother? I guess JC likes a needy boy? Oh no, the kiss confusion. Lip touch but rejection (?). Nooooo. I suppose they have to draw this out for 10 eps. Gah, they’re so cute. But BX is a bit dim, isn’t he? Poor thing.

Minato's Laundromat Season 2 AKA Minato Shouji Coin Laundry Season 2 (Japan Thu Gaga) 4 of 12 eps - Shin is such a worrywart, over protective, over the top boyfriend. I guess we saw a little bit of give from Minato? More than usual, baby steps. This is Japan after all.

Tokyo in April is... AKA Shigatsu no Tokyo wa (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 7 of 8 - Japan’s favorite trope = the running of the gays. Kazama knows everything now. Ep ends on one of my few triggers. SKIP! Japan you better NOT go there.

Vian the series (Vietnam YouTube ) ep 11-12fin - terrible ending, he turned back into a cat and the whole thing was pointless. I am very annoyed. 4/10 FATALLY FLAWED

It’s airing but ...

Stay With Me ... NO I WILL NOT! And you can’t make me.