#she stares at him in pure disbelief and then starts to laugh. and Max looks over and laughs too and they're still smiling when they kiss

[123pixieaod]

Inspired by this godly post which unlocked a part of my brain I didn't know existed, and solidly gave me complete and utterly brainrot until I wrote something

A thousand thanks to Lily for her wonderful help :))

"Does Kelly not mind you spending all your time with me?" Daniel asks, because she's Daniel and once she's thought something she can't keep her fucking mouth shut, even if she knows it's trouble.

Max looks up, pausing his set of weights, and blinks at her. Daniel feels her cheeks warm. One day, that mouth of yours will run you straight into trouble, young lady, her mum used to tell her, voice firm. Good girls know when to keep quiet. Daniel used to just laugh at the warning. Her laugh is loud and the opposite of quiet, but she used to know that everyone always loved her laugh.

"No," Max says after a beat and then continues lifting. Daniel hates the way her gaze tracks over him, lingering on the movement of his muscles, the ease with which he lifts the weight. Tawny hair brushed out of his eyes, cheeks dusted warm from the exertion. "Of course not."

"Why of course not?" Daniel asks. She wants to sew her mouth shut. This time, Max didn't look over as he answers.

"Kelly's very secure, she's not like other girls. And besides, she knows you."

It's strange. When Daniel was seven and Michelle eleven, they'd gone rock pool fishing. Michelle had been crouched over a shallow pool of water, her finger delicately brushing the tentacles of the anemone. Daniel had been scaling the rocks, wanting steeper, taller, more.

She'd found the shark first, nestled high at between the rocks, and for a beat she hadn't known what she was looking at. Just details, but nothing collective. Rotting smell. Shrivelled holes where eyes should be. Scales of silver lightning. Rubbery fish picked clean. The flash of bone, pearl white.

Then she realised what she was staring at, and screamed. Her father held her while her mother scolded her. I told you not to go climbing! It's too dangerous, Daniel. Why can't you just be good like your sister and stay by the shallow pools?

And then, later, ice cream. Her dad, beside her, explaining the horror away.

It's just nature, Dani. The waves wash them up, and they get stuck there. They can't get back to the sea, and then the sun dries them out.

They drown on air, Michelle helpfully pointed out, her feet kicking happily as she licked her 99. Daniel just just nodded, ice cream untouched. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the sunken holes, the rotting flesh.

She hasn't thought about that moment for years, but suddenly it washes back over her. She feels simultaneously both. The child, staring at the carcass, frozen in shock. The shark, burning up in the sun, chocking on air.

"What does that mean?" She asks, and somehow her voice is normal, is fine. She's fine. She's not a girl or a shark. She's stupid and a fool and a gawky, ugly idiot, but she's fine.

Max manages to shrug, even with the 50kg weights. "You know. Just that Kelly knows you. She knows what you're like. And she knows me too, of course."

Daniel swallows. She nods. She hates everything about herself.

"That's sexist," she forces herself to say lightly because if the silence stretches anymore, Max might notice and set his weights down and look at her, and Daniel can't bear that. She doesn't want his eyes on her, taking in every blemish and imperfection. The boyish, ratty clothes she works out in and her curls gone frizzy with sweat and her inked skin, so different to Max and Kelly's pale, perfect complexions.

"What's sexist?"

"Saying she's not like other girls," Daniel tells him, setting down the weights she been doing. Instead, she goes to grab the skipping rope, just for something to do.

Max laughs. Daniel's glad she's turned away. Her cheeks are burning again.

"It's the truth. You, of course, Daniel, are not like other girls either." He says it lightly and ends with a chuckle, as if it's all just a joke. Daniel drags a sweaty hand over her cheeks. Burning, burning, burning.

Apparently, in Max's mind, she and Kelly are the same; both not like other girls. Kelly, with her faultless makeup and wonderful daughter and classy dresses and perfect feminity. One end of the scale. Daniel, the other. Barely even considered "a girl." Always one of the boys, only woman in f1 for a reason.

"Thanks," Daniel says. She wants to make it sound humorous, like she's in on the joke too. Instead, it's too cold; muttered as if she actually gave two shits about the conversation anyway. She has an F1 season to prepare for, she's too busy to care about stupid shit like this.

There's a beat of silence as Daniel stretches out the rope, feeling the plastic flex and give. Then, Max exhaling, the gentle bump of his weights against the floor, the workout bench shifting as his centre of gravity changes. Daniel keeps her back to him, ignoring it all.

"I did not mean it as insult," Max finally says, stubborn. Daniel forces a laugh, turning to give him a smile, all teeth.

"Of course not Maxy. I get that." Voice light and blithe. One of the boys.

She thinks he'll drop it, but instead, his frown only grows. Pinched brows, thin lips, cheeks growing blotchy. Blue eyes regard her, intense and unyielding. She burns from the inside out.

"I've upset you," he says, in that blunt, genuine way only he can do. Daniel barks out another laugh.

"Don't be stupid. You're not important enough to ever be able to get under my skin." She gives him another smile with only teeth. She feels insane. Her mother tells her good girls stay quiet.

"I'm sorry," he tries again, growing frustrated now, "I did not mean -"

"I told you, you didn't upset me," she drops the skipping rope without actually using it. "Anyway, I'm bored. Wanna get lunch now? Or are you still trying to pump those muscle with more testosterone?"

Max gives her one last, searching look before standing. They're almost the same height. She wants to shrink to nothing.

"That is not how testosterone works, Daniel," he says with the air of an overworked teacher. He looks at her with a smile, uncertain but genuine. She laughs, allowing him to move the conversation on.

She walks out of the gym first but holds the door for him. He grins, relieved. His fingers skim hers as he takes it and she lets go. A chill runs through her. Cold like scales, cold like ice cream untouched.

Follow up here!

#whole lot of internalised misogyny to unpack here #in my head Daniel is looking like Tash Sultana in the music video for “Jungle” #Max just meaning :))) Kelly knows you and she knows me :))) and she knows we are both two good people who would not cheat :))) #while Daniel just going into an existential crisis of #:((( Kelly knows Max and I :((( and I am zero threat to her because I must be utterly undesirable :((( and not Max's type at all :((( #maxiel #girl!Daniel #for the first time ever lol #my fic #ending involves the tension between them growing and growing #and Kelly watches them share a podium and sees the way Max wraps his arm around Daniel's shoulder and hugs her tightly #and the way Daniel laughs so happily and loudly everyone can hear her #and suddenly Kelly realises she had been wrong and Daniel was a threat #and basically gives Max an ultimate to choose one of them and stop all contact with the other #somehow Daniel finds out and just locks herself away from the world during summer break because it's not even a question who max will pick #and their story ends with Max knocking on her door with looking annoyed with a bunch of drooping flowers #and before Daniel can even say anything he's stepping into her apartment and getting a vase from her cupboard #while complaining about how he ordered the flowers that morning but the florist fucked up his order and of course the flourists in the #Netherlands are much better and soon he will take Daniel there and pick proper flowers like tulips for her #she stares at him in pure disbelief and then starts to laugh. and Max looks over and laughs too and they're still smiling when they kiss #:))))) #apologies but I'm a sucker for a soppy cliched ending lol

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Vettel Jr, (2/3)

sooo finally chapter 2 is here (chapter 1 here) 

I hope you guys enjoy it!

warning: smut, age gap

word count: 4.1k 

Sebastian was having a very calm breakfast when Max sat down in front of him, they just stared at each other questionably.

“What are you doing at my table?”

At that moment Charles joined them “good morning guys”

“You too? I just wanna eat my breakfast in peace, piss off you two”

“Seb relax we’re not here for you”

“Yeah Max is right”

Seb sipped his coffee “she isn’t here, her flight was last night”

Two men exchanged a glance.

“Then-“ Max started speaking but didn’t dare to finish the sentence.

“What about Daniel? That’s not up to me she has made her decision, Daniel is fine with it”

“I literally don’t do what to say” the breakfast in front of Charles didn’t seem as delicious as before.

Max still needed more information “Daniel is fine with it? What’s that supposed to mean?”

Seb picked a piece of bacon “he came over to my room last night, asked me to check on her”

“And you didn’t do anything?” Max was to determine to try and make something happen.

“You think it didn’t break my heart to see my daughter like that? To hear her crying over the phone? It’s her decision I’m not gonna intervene.”

Max and Charles couldn’t argue anymore, Sebastian was right.

“Ah this coffee tastes so bad, where is Daniel anyway?” Max exclaimed frustrated, looking around searching for a tall Australian, instead he saw Lando walking to the McLaren table alone and called him.

“Do us a favor Lando and tell us where is Daniel” Lando eyed them suspiciously, Ferrari, Redbull and Aston Martin all in one table was quite a sight. Seb looked relax, Charles and Max were looking at him as if their future in F1 rested on this question. He picked a chair and barely fit himself on the small table. Seb sighed and whispered “awesome now there are 3 of them”

“Is this about yesterday? I stopped by his room, he looked wrecked man”

“I’ve spent two years with Daniel and I’ve never seen him this way”

“She’s been my daughter for 22 years and I’ve never seen her this way, I’m actually gonna check on her later”

Lando was quite intrigued by the conversation, looks like the next profession for the trio after they retired from driving gonna be a match making agency.

“You’re flying to Massachusetts?” Charles asked, eying Max and hoping he’d get the message.

“Yes, tomorrow’s morning”

“That’s great, I’m coming with you”

“You’re not coming anywhere Max”

“Come on man, if you won’t talk to her, let me do it”

Seb considered the suggestion for a second, as much as he loved his daughter, he also couldn’t stop his brain from reminding him of last night. Daniel sitting in front of him like a wounded puppy, while her precious daughter was crying over the phone “well because I wouldn’t intervene, doesn’t mean someone else can’t too right?”

Few moments passed in silence until it was broken by Seb, sighing loud “Daniel is not even a bad person, like this human being doesn’t have a bad bone in his entire body”

Charles smirked “so you encourage it?”

“I encourage my daughter’s happiness and if that’s tied to Daniel then yes I fucking encourage it, should’ve gotten her the date she asked for”

Lando who was quiet until then couldn’t keep it “what?”

Seb laughed and continued “yesterday when she came back to my driver’s room, she asked me to grab a date with Daniel for her”

Max and Charles looked at each other in pure disbelief, if only Seb would have done that, they didn’t need to conspire hard.

Charles exclaimed his disappointment “seb, man why would you do that?”

“Yeah he is right, you know what no more free Redbull for you”

“That’s ok I’ll ask Mercedes for free Monster”

Daniel laid in bed, not feeling like leaving it to have breakfast with the team. The memories of last night still fresh in his mind, he didn’t dare to sleep because what if it was all a dream? No it couldn’t be, he could feel his heart breaking, the pain and heartbreak couldn’t be fake, the fact that he couldn’t sleep yet his eyes were begging him to wasn’t fake. As much as he wanted to, he resisted the urge to take a bottle of alcohol and drain himself in misery and sadness. The knock on the door brought him out of his trance, he decided to ignore it, the knock didn’t stop and someone shouted “it’s Lando, open the door”

He grabbed a shirt and opened the door, putting his hands in his short’s pocket and leaned against the door frame, tiredly looking at Lando. In that moment he felt like all his muscles were aching which had nothing to do with yesterday’s race. It was shocking to himself that he was feeling this way towards a girl he saw for only few hours.

“Hey man, oh my god look at you, you ok there?”

Daniel just shook his head and stared at the ground.

“You coming for breakfast?”

He rubbed his eyes in distress “no I think I’m gonna try and sleep for few hours then get to my flight”

“Sure, if you needed anything let me know ok?”

Lando didn’t need to think twice about his condition, almost everyone saw what happened yesterday.

After the worst flight of her life, she got to the dorm after midnight. The entire building was dark and she was more than happy not to run into someone to explain her situation, she was supposed to be happy, a trip to Austin, got a VIP access and met her favorites but in that moment she was everything but happy. The tiredness and heartbreak was too much to handle that she immediately went to bed.

That afternoon her dad was supposed to come so she jumped to the door as soon as the door rang “HEY DAD…wait you’re not dad” she arched her eyebrows at Max.

“Hi” Max said casually, his effort to blend in was appreciated. He was wearing a khaki short with light blue buttoned up, finally ditching that Redbull cap.

Nina, her roommate appeared, staring at the man in front of the door who for sure wasn’t Sebastian Vettel.

“What does the championship contender doing on our doorstep?” She questioned, still staring.

“Uh actually-“

“How about you come in before anyone spots a goddamn F1 driver in Harvard girl’s dorm?”

He noticed the way she was dressed, very far from the way she was yesterday. A short, one of Daniel’s merches, her hair in a bun and she made no afford to hide the number 3 in her ears.

“Don’t give me that look Max, if I can’t have Daniel I’ll take his shirt”

“But-“

“Maxine don’t argue with me”

Max’s eyes accidentally landed on her semi open laptop “drive to survive? Daniel’s episode? Really?”

“But you said you were studying?” Nina questioned, staring at the laptop.

“Oh now there are two of them” she tiredly exclaimed, rubbing her eyes.

Max giggled lightly, she was indeed Sebastian Vettel’s daughter “that’s what your dad said”

“How did you get here so soon anyway? How did you find here? I have questions”

Max turned around and saw the posters on the wall, 8 posters, each pointing at the time Daniel won a Grand Prix. There were some posters when Lewis won the world title and even some of his own wins.

“Seb was right when he said you have a poster of Daniel’s win in your dorm, and to answer your questions private jet and Sebastian Vettel”

He turned and pointed at his own poster “you never mentioned you were my fan? To be honest I’m honored”

“Maximilian focus, why are you here?”

“Guys, as much as I would love to stay and listen in, I have a class and I’m sure you both would appreciate a privacy” Nina interrupted while opening the door.

“You’re the dearest Nina, thanks”

Max spoke again “we have time to talk, now I’m sure you can use a hug” and he opened his arms. She gladly accepted and hugged him back as tight as she could, his hand went up and down on her back to calm her, she rests her head on his biceps.

“How’s Daniel?” She finally dared to ask.

“Not better than you i suppose. Seb told me about last night”

“Last night? I didn’t tell him anything how does he know? Oh my god did someone see us?” She asked, slightly stressed. For sure she wasn’t about to tell Seb about the kiss.

“What? He told me Daniel went to his room to ask him to check on you”

That was some new information. The thought of Daniel going to her dad to ask him check on her made her miss him even more and she almost teared up.

“Oh my god he what? He really did that?”

Max almost laughed at her expression “you look like you just fall in love with him all over again”

She spoke dumbfounded “I actually did, now can we talk about why you are here? Is it because of The honey badger situation?”

She finally let him go and they sat behind the small table, she grabbed two bottles of drinks and sat across him.

“Zero alcohol? You don’t drink alcohol?” Max checked the drinks, slightly disappointed that it’s not alcoholic.

“I do but I try not to, I can’t afford getting hangover, we have alcohol if you want?”

“No no forget it sit down, Which situation were you talking about?”

Since he didn’t know about the kiss, she decided to act clueless “what? I don’t know what you’re talking about”

Max narrowed his blue eyes at her and she gave up, desperately needing to share it with someone, and who’s a better person than Max?

“Fine, fine. That night in parking lot we ran into each other, and I kissed him…well it turned out into a make out session”

In that moment Max realized why Seb kept saying he was done with her “you kissed him first, and you still decided to leave it?”

“Well I had to” she sounded desperate

“Daniel loves you, you know that? He doesn’t care if he had spent time with you only for few hours”

“But how do you know that?” She whined, taking a sip of her drink.

“Anyone who saw you yesterday during driver’s parade knows it, it’s literally no secret” Max answered as if the answer is the most obvious thing ever.

“Listen, I love him, I really do, hell I haven’t felt this way for god knows how long, but my situation is different. I just can’t” she let her face to fall on Max’s hand, she found it interesting how fast they clicked it as friends and how comfortable she was with him.

Max let her rest on his hand and ran his hand on her back “tell me about it, that’s why I’m here”

“I’m a med student, I’m either in a class, studying my ass off in library or running a 36 hour shift in hospital. I don’t have time to be in love”

“Fantastic, see how easy it was? Now go and say the exact same thing to Daniel and watch him to offer his infinite support to you”

She hated how right Max sounded “you didn’t even consider talking to him huh?”

“No because you weren’t supposed to be here, how the fuck he let you come?”

“Let me? He is the one who sent me, well I should give credit to Charles too it was his plan”

“Charles too? All of you ganged up for this?” It was unbelievable, she only spent few hours there and now the entire grid was invested in this.

“Now don’t change the subject”

“But Max-“

“No more buts, at least give it a try, for the sake of both of you, even your dad supports it.”

She sighed “What do you want me to do Maxwell? Cook? Clean? Suck his-“ she slammed her hand to her mouth before the word came out.

Max threw his hand back and laughed, the comment taking him off guard “well if you’re into it and I know Daniel won’t say no”

“Ok now what do you say about taking me karting?” She offered, smiling devilishly

“Oh girl you’re in for a big lose, and you gonna tell me how Daniel kiss” he couldn’t help it, he had to tease her

“If You’re so curious try it yourself”

Max stared at the monitor in front of him with open mouth, watching himself losing over and over again because the girl in front of him wanted to see it multiple time, in that moment she was recording it with big smile on her face.

“This is unbelievable, how could you? you’re indeed Vettel’s daughter” he was still in pure disbelief.

“What a sore loser” she teased while sending the video to her dad.

“What are you even going to do with this video?”

She smirked “hmm nothing just sent it to my dad and asked him to show it to Lewis”

“You did not”

“Ah you got me, I did send it to my dad, just not the Lewis part, but I definitely shared it to my Instagram story”

She went behind Max and pushed him to walk “Cmon Maximus let’s go, you owe me a Mojito”

Max would be lying if he says he wasn’t enjoying her company, it was totally worth it making his trip longer. Kelly being the perfect girlfriend, she totally understood and even told Max to give her updates about the whole thing. While both of them were sipping their drinks, his phone rang.

On the other side of the line Charles, Lando, Carlos and Sebastian were all sitting in a hotel room, waiting to know what happened.

“Max, hey mate what’s going on?”

“Hey man, we are drinking, just finished karting”

“Oh so she is with you? How’s she doing?”

“Yes, we’re fine”

With her there, Max felt like he can’t comfortably pour everything out.

“Ok ok just give me yes and no, she accepted what you said?”

“Yes”

It felt like the room exploded, but silently, Carlos and Lando high fived each other, Charles punched the air, happy that his master plan worked, and Seb couldn’t believe her daughter actually listened let alone accepting it.

“Since mission was successful, I won’t tease you about losing in karting.”

Max gave her a “I will show you” look and hanged up.

“Thanks to your dad and you Charles knows about karting”

“I totally did that on purpose, by the way, when are you leaving?”

“Tomorrow’s night”

“Wait that’s too early, you just came here to talk me into giving Daniel a chance?”

“Well basically yeah”

She pouted, she didn’t want her new best friend who happened to be a Formula 1 driver to leave so soon “that’s not fair”

“Now if you wanna see me you will come to Mexico grand Prix” he smiled in victory

“You’re literally intolerable”

Daniel was in Australia, he didn’t want to be in Austin, he didn’t want to be in Monaco, he wanted to be in Australia in his ridiculous farm with his ridiculous animas to maybe forget how ridiculously in love he was. In that moment he was sitting on a wooden swing with Michael standing next to him.

“Daniel at least train” all Daniel did was shaking his head and opening his Instagram to look at hers for 10th time on that day, and he noticed she has posted a story. For a moment he forgot his sadness when he heard her laughing and saw Max’s disappointed face every time he saw himself losing, Daniel laughed loud “she beat Max in karting, I’m so proud that’s my girl” he stared at the screen lovingly.

Michael shook his head, fully convinced that his friend was long gone “you look like a lovesick puppy”

“I am lovesick, and I am a puppy, look I can bark, Michael did I tell you about-“

“Daniel you talked about anything that happened about 10 times, I understand you love her but you have a race and you need to get over her, please, I beg you”

Daniel slowly slid down the swing “it’s not that easy, I don’t know what’s wrong with me, all my brain can comprehend is the kiss”

“I know it’s hard, but training will get your mind off it for few hours, come on do it for her”

The last part of the sentence got him laughing “fine fine, I’m coming”

Few hours later, training hasn’t done shit for him, Daniel could not get her out of his mind, it was physically impossible. He wanted to hug her tight, he wanted to see her face when he would give her the slightest attention and her face would lit up. He needed to pull her close and kiss her and other stuffs.

She was all alone with her thoughts when Max left, she didn’t know what or how it happened but somewhere along the way the switch between “celebrity crush” and “love of my life” changed. Suddenly the posters of Daniel on her wall wasn’t just a poster of her favorite driver, the number 3 as her Lock Screen wasn’t just a number of a car. In that moment she was in class, her hand under her chin as she pretended she is very interested when in fact her brain was reminding her of the kiss and everything that happened. The picture of Daniel looking like that was tattooed inside her brain, but the moment when she knew the answer to a question without listening was the reason she didn’t pursue her heart, she was once again reminded why she was there and what was her purpose. She wasn’t force to forget him, she could always live with him being somewhere close in her memory and mind. She did all she wanted, saw him, hugged him, kissed him, took pictures that one of them was her wallpaper and she kept unlocking her iPhone to check the picture. But yet she couldn’t control her heartbeat anytime she would see it. In that moment all she knew was, she felt absolutely ridiculous and lost.

She was on her bed, her laptop on, watching drive to survive and crying when Nina showed up “how many times have you watched it? And why are you crying?”

She sniffed and picked a tissue “because he is always happy and he smiles so pretty and I love how happy he is when he gets a podium, and above all I can never have him, and to answer your question I don’t know 10?15?” She was back to crying right after.

“If you love him so much, why don’t you go to him?” Nina asked, genuinely confused why she was torturing herself and the poor guy.

“Because it can’t work out, our goals are different, I’m a doctor, he is a driver. I work at a hospital and I can’t even take a time off to shower, how am I supposed to make it work? It will bother us more”

“Ok those are fair points, but you don’t have to answer instead of him, you know?”

Her answer was too logical for her broken heart “I don’t think I’m going to do something about it, I’ll just wait until I forget it you know?”

Nina sat next to her on the bed, touching her hand “you do whatever makes you happier, in that moment I, coincidentally Max too, think that Daniel makes you happy but if you don’t want to go for it, we all understand. It’s your call”

She smiled in appreciation and went back into watching the episode.

She felt Daniel’s warm hand tracing her spine and massaging her sour back, Halloween night been busy with kids in E.R and when it was over she was drained. She moved her face to have a better view of his lips, she has never kissed lips like his, it was so special and soft, locking with her so perfectly, the way he would suck her lips in a kiss was addictive, she couldn’t get enough of the way he pushed himself to her. With him there she was feeling needy, it wasn’t easy to have self control when Daniel Ricciardo was lying next to you, shirtless with only underwear, showing off his glorious abs and his hand slowly making it’s way to your underwear to give you a banging orgasm.

She loved when he took care of her like that, when his long fingers are dedicated into making her his, having her dripping wet all for him. She hissed and arched her back when she felt his finger in her underwear, delicately rubbing her,

“You look pretty like that” he couldn’t help but to mention, her face had the expression of pure delight, eyes closed, her teeth biting down her lips. In his reply she opened her eyes and looked at him lazily, too tired to move or too speak. She just wanted to enjoy this. She brought up her hand and touched his cheek, the gesture made Daniel’s heart leaping in his chest in a way that 300 kph couldn’t. To show his appreciation, he slipped a finger inside, slowly pumping in and out.

“Holy fuck Daniel, oh god, that feels so good”

His free hand grabbed her waist and pulled her close, pressing his lips against her but not kissing it, he just wanted to feel the softness of her lips, to feel her soft moans better. He added a second finger and she whined while their lips were connected, for a moment Daniel couldn’t believe she was there and it was him who were making her feel this way. He separated from her to give her a praise “that’s my pretty girl, you’re doing so well, open your eyes look at me”

When she was met with a pair of honey brown eyes, she swore she could come due to the intensity of the eye contact.

Daniel moved his fingers a bit faster, determined to make her come hard, a moan would leave her throat anytime he would move his fingers, he watched as her hand grabbed his biceps, her eyes shut intensely, she moaned his name and came hard.

Daniel finally kissed her “you’re so wrong if you think that was it-“

She woke up. Sweat dripping off her forehead and completely out of breath. Her mouth was dry, she didn’t need to check her underwear to see how wet she was from the dream. Her eyes went to the posters on the wall and she blushed hard. All the effort she made to forget him turned to ashes with just one dream, a dream she wouldn’t mind becoming reality. She sat on the bed for few seconds, whispering “oh my god” under her breath, her mind still trying to recover from the dream but instead she was having more thoughts.

Daniel felt tipsy, he was in a hotel room during Mexico race weekend with Charles, Max, Lando, Carlos and Michael. He couldn’t even remember whose hotel room it was. He was talking about the day he saw her to Lando and Carlos, even though Max and Charles were there they still liked to hear it from his point of view. He spoke of her with such a passion and love that if Sebastian was there, he would have thrown Daniel down the stairs. The group of friends were more than thankful that tomorrow they didn’t need to drive. As Daniel continued talking about her, Max felt mischievous, he picked the phone up and called her.

She was sipping a very awful coffee in hospital when her phone ranged and Max’s name showed up, they had spoken few times but a call at this time of the night was bizarre. She answered the phone, she heard someone shushing her and next thing she heard was Daniel’s voice. In that moment she truly realized how much she missed him. Even his voice sounded so good and she felt like she could cry when she heard him laughing. She then realized he was talking about the day they met “Man I really wish she could be here for the race you know?” That sentence was the best thing she has ever heard, maybe after all people were right and she needed to speak with him. In that moment she finally realized what would make her happy.

Max left the room to speak with her without anyone noticing “was that enough confirmation for you to decide what you wanna do?”

“Maximillian, fuck you and thank you”

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-Beware the Quiet Ones-

Based upon this ask, if y'all want further context. Needless to say, Matt gets the absolute shit beaten out of him...and thus, this ask makes more sense.

"...If it's that big of a deal, Matt...then why don't'cha both make like men an' fight it out?"

For that question to have come from Faustine both surprised and confused Matt simultaneously.

It was such a simple question, and yet, it was as if she'd just asked what the answer was to the meaning of life. Bright blue eyes stared back incredulously.

"I mean...shit, when ye put it like that, Faust...maybe i will. I'd finally wipe the arrogant look off'a that fuckin' DJ's stupid face. Not sure what ev'ryone else sees in tha' prick, when i tried t' talk to 'im, 'e ignores me."

Faustine rolled her eyes. He had to be kidding...right?

"Matt...y' ever come t' thinkin' that maybe there's a reason 'e is? Like jus' he is doesn't mean that."

"An' say if it is? How th' fuck do you know? Only one way t' find out."

Sure enough, as if on cue...there he walked, out from the Self Checkouts and towards the doors. Matt's only opportunity to strike, and he was only holding a small bag of items: likely lunch or miscellaneous stuff for the house. Still, Maxsim seemed to be an elusive individual and only came around seldomly.

So, Matt would never have a chance like this again. Not for a while.

So, with purpose, he strode over to the boy and followed in tow with as he walked out. He thanked God that he was off that day, and so he wouldn't get in trouble with Faustine if he did decide to throw hands with Maxsim.

"Oi. Emo boy. Ov'r 'ere.", Matt called, trying to get Max's attention.

He stopped, and slowly turned to look at him. Dark umber eyes stared Matt up and down, as if judging him, and pale lips pulled into a thin line. Yet, Maxsim didn't respond; instead, his expression and outward demeanor spoke volumes to Matt. This only served as fuel to the fire.

Matt growled quietly under his breath.

"Ah...too good to even tell me t' fuck off, yeah? Let's see if yer above catchin' these fuckin' hands, Hot Topic. You an' me. Right now.", came a heated response.

Maxsim opened his mouth, eyes wide for a moment and looking around wildly for a way out. Before he could bolt the other way, Matt reached over to grab the boy's hoodie by the back. Once Matt's hand connected, he grabbed the fabric by the fistful and yanked him back to him. He barked a cold laugh.

"S'matter, bitch boy? Scared i'll fuck up yer pretty face~? Pussy. C'mon, fight back!"

Matt attempted to swing, but all his fist met was air when Maxsim broke away to dodge. This only served in making him angrier. He stepped in quickly, and grabbed him by the collar, trying to push Maxsim to the ground.

Out in the parking lot, the commotion of the two men yelling and cursing attracted attention. Even Faustine, who was quick to run out to see what the screaming was about. Suffice to say, her expression was about as expected.

Unsurprised, above all else...

But, as the manager, she had to at least try to break up the fight or call for another stronger man to come pull the two apart. At least, somehow, Matt was able to avoid the cameras by catching Maxsim out towards the other side of the lot.

"Matt, stop! Turn 'im loose! An' plus, i ain't meant to be here...", the last part was mumbled under her breath.

However, Matt didn't listen. Instead, all that ensued was more yelling and grabbing of the collar in hopes of choking someone out. Maxsim yelled something, neither Matt or Faustine was sure if it was in English or not.

Before Matt could finally land a hit, it was intercepted with a headbutt to the nose. Matt screamed out and backed up, touching his hand to where Maxsim's forehead had landed. When he pulled it away, he found blood. He snorted in disbelief.

"Fuckin'--! Hmph...cheap shot. Ye ain't gonna be as lucky as tha' when i--"

Before Matt could finish, the pure hell that came from starting a fight Maxsim had only just begun…

Maxsim threw the first punch, which was enough to send Matt straight to the concrete and the blow in itself was enough to daze him. Stars flashed before his vision and his head swam, pain blossoming from his temple and cheek.

He did this again. And again. And again, until Matt found himself on the ground with the boy on top of him, ready to continue the onslaught of abuse. Looking up into the dead, wild eyes of the normally quiet, mild-mannered boy sent a fear through Matt that felt foreign to him. It wasn't like looking up into a human's eyes...but rather demonic force of nature.

Like something else was compelling Maxsim to keep going...and the way his dark hair shadowed the upper half of his face only made look that much more of a nightmare to Matt.

Matt's vision was blurring, both with sweat and tears, and he spat at the ground beside him.

"Ok. What th'--h-holy SHIT."

"...Что еще ты хочешь сказать...?" (...Anything else you want to say...?)

The response he received was not as he expected, nor did he expect the voice that came from Maxsim's lips. It was deep and felt like sandpaper on his ears, but it wasn't unpleasant. He recognized the language...if only from Faustine and, most notably, from Robin.

Russian, wasn't it?

Either way, Matt remained silent, save for a slight narrowing of the eyes.

Maxsim huffed, before standing up and leaving Matt on the concrete amongst a murmuring crowd. He was sure he'd heard Faustine's mumbling and an annoyed, "I'll call your mom...c'mon, lemme get you t' the ER".

He groaned, sitting up and burying his face into his hands, both from pain and embarrassment.

He was then unceremoniously wrenched up to his feet by Faustine herself, whom he was sure for the entirety of the trip to the ER and then some, he'd have to listen to as she bitched at him for what he'd done.

"Boy, i COULD fire you for fightin' on store property. I could if i fuckin' wanted t'...i could also leave yer ass laying on out tha' fuckin' pavement, but we both know i can't do that. Yer maman would also 'ave MY ass as well as yers...an' i know she is because yer th' fuckin' dumbass fuckin' instigated th' shit.", she growled indignantly, "But hey! Least ye got yer answer, right?! Man's not a prick; he's more scared o' you than you o' him!"

Matt blinked, unsure if he'd heard her right.

Scared? Of him?

That man was DEFINITELY not scared of him, by the look in his eyes. If anything, those were the eyes of a man about to murder him in the Supercenter parking lot. He found it incredibly hard to believe that Maxsim was even shy or scared of Matt.

"...An'...yer t-tellin' me this NOW?"

"Would'ja 'ave listened t' me if i told you before you fought 'im? I tried t' tell ya! Ain't my fault y' don't like t' listen! Mr. Black-Air-Force-Can't-Tell-Me-Nuthin'--"

#;AMOMS Writes #tw: violence #tw: blood #;Character: Matthias Masters #;Character: Maxsim Kovalski #;Character: Faustine Gravois

[mandoalorian]

so you have any angsty writings about max raising his voice at u?

my tears ricochet

Maxwell Lord x GN!Reader

Summary: Everyone had warned you that dating your boss would be a bad idea. So when you make a crucial mistake at work, a mistake that leads into your biggest fight yet, you wonder if your relationship with Maxwell Lord will ever be able to recover.

Rating: T

Warnings: ANGST :( a few curses, hurt/comfort with a happy ending, but most of this is very very angst-y. Bruce Wayne makes an appearance (because for some reason, he always does?) and he’s a dickkkkk lmao.

Word count: 2.2k

I haven’t wrote anything in a few weeks, and I haven’t wrote for Maxie in well over a month. Reblogs would be so appreciated because I kinda need the motivation atm ;-;

You never normally messed up, or at least, not like this.

You were a good secretary for the most part, as you’d been working at Black Gold Cooperative for almost three years now. You knew your way around the office, and most importantly, you knew your way around your boss, the dashing and charismatic business mogul, Maxwell Lord.

Everyone had warned you not to mix business with pleasure, and that dating Maxwell Lord was a bad idea because he was your boss. You could get behind that idea; as you’d never really been one to date colleagues or co-workers. But you swore that he was different. They were probably right, you knew that deep down, but you’d made the mistake of falling hopelessly in love with him.

You and Maxwell had been together for half a year now, and things were going good. Things were going better than good. You really believed he could be the one. He seemed happier when he was with you. He smiled more. You gave his life meaning, and a purpose that strived past his failing business.

He treated you different to his other employees. He was softer with you, and more gentle. He never raised his voice or talked down to you. He was a gentleman, and treated you to luxuries on every occasion that he could manage. Work was sometimes difficult, but he was good with you. You had zero complaints, really.

He’d buzzed you into his office, his dark blonde hair a mess and his patterned tie pulled apart. The first three buttons of his white dress shirt were undone and his collar was wonky. You had to refrain from walking over to his side of the oak wood desk and fixing it for him. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his tan forearms and the golden Rolex that adorned his wrist, and he was staring at you, his dark brows furrowed together.

“I just spoke to Bruce Wayne,” Maxwell started hesitantly, his index finger impatiently tapping away on the telephone.

“Oh?” you hummed. You knew it was coming, but you tried to remain calm.

“He said he didn’t receive the oil distribution report you sent on Friday,” Maxwell said, followed by a wary chuckle. “But I told him you sent it. Because you did send it. Didn’t you?”

You winced, and it didn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend.

“You sent the reports, didn’t you?” Maxwell repeated, this time his voice having dropped an octave and his eyes staring dead at you. There was no love in his expression, no happiness. Just pure anger and disbelief.

“Uhm…” you trailed off, your voice breaking nervously. “Wayne Enterprises didn’t get the report on last month’s oil distribution because uhm— I sent the wrong thing instead.” you fumbled with your fingers, shyly looking away from your Maxwell.

Max blinked, and stifled a laugh. “What?”

You folded your arms across your chest, feeling vulnerable as guilt coarsed through your veins.

“Uhm yeah,” you replied, ducking your head down. “I thought I sent it but I just— I found the reports on the main desk at lunch time. And I was going to tell you. I just— I just—“

You were flustered, and could feel your cheeks burn up as you stumbled over your words.

“You just what?” Maxwell prompted, raising an eyebrow.

“I just—“

“You just thought you’d keep it to yourself? Thought you wouldn’t tell me just because…? Because of what, exactly? You know this means we could potentially lose millions of dollars,” he raised his voice, sliding out of his chair and leaning over his desk, balling his fingers into fists.

You squeezed your eyes shut. “It was a mistake. A one-time mistake—“

“—a mistake that could potentially cost us thousands—“ Maxwell repeated bitterly. Money was a sensitive subject right now, you knew this. He had every right to be mad, but that didn’t mean it hurt any less.

“—It won’t cost thousands.” you finished, your words trying to ease him. But it came out patronising and you immediately regretted it. Maxwell slammed his hand on the desk before pointing his finger at you.

“Don’t interrupt me!” he shouted.

He’d never spoken to you like this. Hell, you didn’t think he’d ever spoken to anyone like this before. Or at least, not that you’d heard of. His cheeks were red with rage and little beads of sweat glazed his hairline.

You flinched are his tone, not used to him raising his voice at you like that. Max noticed the change in your demeanour and his face softened, his brown eyes widening slightly when he realised what he’d done. He slowly sank back into his chair, ripping his gaze from you. You stood there awkwardly, trying to hold back tears.

Maxwell regulated his breathing and pushed his hair out of his face before pointing to the door.

“Leave.” He ordered, his voice shaky and not even bringing himself to look at you.

Your lips were trembling. “What?” you croaked out, your voice merely above a whisper.

“Just— go home.” he waved his hand in a dismissing manner.

You stood there a little longer, lingering on the other side of his desk and praying that he’d have a change of heart. You didn’t know what that was supposed to mean. Was it a break-up? Was he firing you? Was he simply just telling you to go home?

“Max…”

Your boyfriend rubbed his temples before picking up the phone and re-dialling what you assumed to be Wayne Enterprises. He had nothing else to say to you, so, you sadly sauntered out of his office, quietly shutting the door behind you.

The entire sales team was staring at you as you walked over to the elevator. No doubt they’d overheard the whole fight. Raquel tapped your shoulder and offered you an apologetic smile. “Are you okay?” she asked.

You nodded and forced a grin, desperate to just get outside and feel the cool evening air. The office felt stuffy and hot and you just had to get out. You opted to take the stairs, not wanting to wait for the elevator. You could feel their eyes burn into you as you left Black Gold Cooperative.

It was raining when you got outside, and you managed to catch a cab just down the street.

After a few rings, Max finally pushed through Bruce Wayne’s receptionist and was waiting to get on the line with the big man himself. He breathed a sigh of relief when Bruce picked up.

“Hi, Bruce, it’s me Max. There’s been a mistake with the reports,” Maxwell said quickly, feigning confidence as he tried to forget about the fight that had just happened. But he couldn’t get it out of his head. He was terrified that you’d leave him. He’d leave him.

“Let me guess— it’s that secretary of yours?” Bruce smirked, twirling the phone wire around his finger as he waited for Max to try and salvage the business deal.

“Wh—what?” Max laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

“You know, your arm candy? The one that always accompanies to those charity events and galas? The one you’re fucking on the side?”

Maxwell’s face hardened and his heart dropped in his chest. “Excuse me?”

He hated the way Bruce was talking about you. Bruce was always like that, Maxwell knew that much. He treated everyone like they were lesser than him. Maxwell was able to shrug it off when it happened to him, but he wasn’t going to let it happen to you, too.

“Please, we all know it,” Bruce rolled his eyes. “I learned the hard way about mixing business with pleasure. Never works out, my friend.”

“With all due respect, Mr. Wayne, but you know nothing about Y/N and I. So if we could please get back to the topic at hand…”

“You still want to secure the deal?” Bruce quizzed. “I supposed as much.”

Jesus, he was insufferable. Maxwell knew what it took to climb to the top of the business world. You had to be cold and brutal; everything that Bruce Wayne was. That’s why he was so successful, and truthfully, that was the difference between the two men.

It was probably the reason Black Gold was failing too. Ever since you came into Maxwell’s life, the business had been losing more and more money. Maybe it was because Maxwell worked less, always choosing to favour his time and spend it with you. He wasn’t hardened by the business world anymore. He was softened by you.

Max wouldn’t allow the entrepreneur to hurt the ones he loved. At the end of the day, you were infinitely more important than some reports on oil distribution.

“Wait,” Maxwell paused, unable to escape the invasive thoughts that consumed his mind. Thinking about your glossy eyes and your timid voice, and the way you flinched when he yelled at you. You looked terrified. “No.”

“No?” Bruce repeated incredulously.

“No,” Maxwell confirmed. “I have to go.”

“You’re making a big mistake Lord,” Bruce warned. “If you’re thinking about throwing this entire deal away over some nobody secretary—“

And with that, Maxwell tore the phone from his ear and slammed it down on the hook. He rose to his feet and grabbed his pinstripe suit jacket, hastily throwing it over his shoulder before leaving his office in a rush.

When he got home, you were curled up on the sofa, enveloped in a blanket with balled up tissues scattered around you. When he saw you, his heart broke. He dropped his keys on the coffee table, the noise alerting you. The rattling sound made you jump and you looked over at him, your eyes red and puffy.

“Hi,” you said quietly, watching as he sauntered over to you. He offered you a weak smile before sliding down on the sofa next to you.

“Hi,” he said, gazing into your eyes.

You shuffled around and sighed. “I’m sorry.” you both said at the same time.

You giggled gently, always cherishing the way you and him were so in-sync. Maxwell smiled too, a dimple appearing in his left cheek.

“I thought you hated me,” you admitted with a sniffle, and Max frowned, leaning over and cupping your face with his hands.

“No my love, I could never hate you,” he swore, shaking his head. “I— I’m sorry I yelled at you like that. I got so worked up over this deal and—“

“I know,” you cut him short, pressing the palms of your hands flat against his chest. “You don’t have to apologise. I know. It’s been a stressful few weeks.” you said knowingly.

“Still,” you Maxwell sighed. “It can’t be excused.”

“It won’t happen again?” You asked hopefully.

Maxwell smiled. “Never again, honey,” he promised. “Can I hold you?”

You nodded desperately and nuzzled into his warm embrace. He wrapped his strong arms around you and smoothed out your hair, pressing a chaste kiss into your forehead.

“I love you so much, and I won’t ever let anything come between us again,” Maxwell whispered. “No job or business deal is jeopardising what we have together.”

You smiled, squeezing him tight and never wanting to let him go. “I agree.” you replied, pulling yourself up onto his lap and nudging your nose against his.

Maxwell’s smile spoke a thousand words. It wasn’t the forced smile he showed the world when he hyped up his business on the television. It was his real, genuine smile. The smile only you got to see.

Everyone had warned you not to mix business with pleasure, and that dating Maxwell Lord was a bad idea because he was your boss. But in that exact moment, you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

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[howisavedtheworld]

i got you | matsukawa issei

genre: fluffy 2 the max, fem!reader x frat guy!mattsun (but not like the annoying disgusting frat guys LFSJDFJS) college!au  

warnings: alcohol/drinking, drunk ass reader sfsjdfsd, its really up to you if its underage LOL 

a/n: matsukawa is the love of my life. i know he would take good care of his gf if she was drunk as hell. im undecided if i like how this came out but im posting anyways! ty for reading :D

wc: 1.4k (crazy bc i wanted it to be less than 1k lol oops)

you are not a disaster drunk. 

at least, that is what you’d known to be true in all your years of alcohol consumption. oftentimes, you were the assigned mother of the group when your friends spent a night downing shots in a sleazy bar. you’d held back hair and kept a colossal number of heads from falling into public toilet seats when their escapades turned left. 

it wasn’t like you quite minded either. 

you figured it was better to be the safe haven than the one needing saving.

matsukawa issei, on the other hand, is a downright disaster drunk. 

every time he passes his limit, which he often does, he loses most of his motor functions, and becomes heavily reliant on anybody willing. every word he does manage to get out is followed by a hiccup. then a burp. and finally, a foreshadowing gag. 

you’d seen it before, and frequently had to drag his disorderly six foot frame to bed after he hurled into your toilet. 

you knew what you were signing up for. 

after all, you’d met him at his very own frat party. 

he’d been drunk enough to spill an entire white claw on you and promptly begged to make it up to you with your favorite drink of all time. you had to explain to him that it wasn’t an alcoholic beverage, but he still insisted on treating you anyways. 

eventually, he became your boyfriend and you adored him despite his inability to drink in moderation. 

the only thing that you found semi-endearing about his inebriation was the fact that he forgets that the two of you are separate beings. instead, he clings to you like duct tape, his burly arms clutching your waist and head lolling back and forth between your shoulder and neck affectionately. 

he especially likes to speak when drunk, slurring and whining things along the lines of: 

“you are so pretty, you do know that, right?”

“how did i get so damn lucky?” 

“you’re the best girlfriend ever.” 

a sliver of you considers that he says these things purely out of intoxication, but you like to believe a drunk man’s words are a sober man’s thoughts. 

you never brought these moments back up to issei in fear of his dismissal of them. instead, you cherish them secretly, stroking his curls while he lays with his head in your chest when the night finally ends. 

you continue to indulge these whimsical scenarios in which he actually does mean the things he says, and it works for a while. the little untold truth feels harmless. 

it isn’t until the roles were reversed that you find yourself in a frenzy. 

hanamaki, issei’s best friend from high school and another member of his frat, decides to throw a party for his 21st birthday. that meant booze was oozing from every corner of the enormous communal house, and sweaty bodies were scattered around every inch. 

issei had told you prior to the party that he actually wasn’t going to drink, explaining that he was still recovering from the previous night in which he and hanamaki drank a dangerous amount that left him vomiting for hours. 

“this night,” he exclaimed earlier that day with a foolish grin. “this night is yours, babe.”

you’d had a stressful week anyways, and figured you might as well take advantage of the free alcohol.

it had been a while since you’d drank. naturally, you’d forgotten the importance of pacing. 

though the shots initially burned in the back of your throat, everything you downed started to taste more and more like water and the space around you felt less and less tangible. you were sure mattsun had been at your side all night, but time blurred to a point where you knew little of what was truly going on.   

unsure of how much you drank, your eyes eventually opened to see you were slumped against issei’s broad shoulders with your legs wrapped around his waist. 

“i cant believe it, babe.” a strong hand rubbed circles into your back as he hiked you up the stairs leading to his apartment. “i thought you only drank a few shots, but next thing i knew you were just gone. look how the tables turned, am i right?”

he let out a soft chuckle, finally reaching the door of his room. your head was spinning rapidly, and you groaned, trying to move back to make sense of the space around you.

he lets out a curious hum, but a hand moves to keep your head in place. 

“no can do, babe.” the sound of a key jingling and door shifting lets you know you’ve finally made it back. “i’m glad you’re up, but if you move too quickly, you might vomit. i got you.”

you let out a whine, but your head drops back into the dip of issei’s shoulder. 

how had you gotten this fucked up? 

again, you didn’t mind taking care of him or any of your other friends, understanding the nature of college, but to be on the receiving end meant to endure your self-inflicted humiliation. 

“alright, let’s get you some water. oh wait—no, i might have some gatorade left in the fridge.” he mumbles to himself, navigating around the kitchen island.

your eyes fluttered, far too heavy to open, and your body focused instead on processing the sounds around you. 

the fridge opening. 

a soft tsk. 

tap water flowing.

the soft pad of his feet.

a door opening. 

he had finally softly situated you (or at least tried to) in his bed, but a heavy pang ravaged your skull from the change in position, forcing you to loudly groan. 

issei hummed knowingly, and his hand quickly moved to support the back of your head.

“here, baby. here. can you drink this for me?” he coaxed. 

your eyes blinked open to see him holding a glass of water closely to your face, straw dangling in front of your lips. 

you complied, hoping the water would make your insufferable headache dissipate. 

“that’s it, thank you. drink it all if you can. if you want more, i’ll get you more.”

you do finish the glass, and your head falls back into the hand behind it.

you’re too ashamed to look at him, but you feel his eyes on you.

the empty glass against the table.

his soft breathing. 

“you feeling okay, baby? do you think you wanna throw up?”

you shake your head carefully, fearing too much movement would trigger another session of heavy pulsating. 

“okay, baby. i’m here. whatever you need.”

his hand behind your head tenderly found its way to your scalp, softly massaging the skin. 

you had no idea, but you were letting out appreciative sighs. 

“that feels nice, babe? okay, i’ll keep going then.” 

you finally got enough of a grip on yourself to glance up at him. 

he was staring down at you lovingly, lips turned upward in an unabashed smile. 

there was no hint of the shame or disappointment you feared he would have towards you. actually, the only thing you could sense from him was love. 

“i-issei.” you managed to whisper. 

“yeah?” he softly spoke, looking at you expectantly.

“i’m sorry.” 

he shakes his head in disbelief, immediately moving to sit in front of you. 

“sorry for what? for having a stressful week? being a college student?” he let out an exasperated laugh, fingers still rubbing your scalp.

“you don’t have to apologize to me. how many times have you done this for me? you’re my girlfriend. i’ll always take care of you, you know? i’m lucky i even have you. sometimes i don’t even believe it.” he murmured.

“that i got you. the kindest, most beautiful girl in this world. that you gave me, some random guy in a frat your time of day. i’m always shocked. thank you for choosing me.” 

your body froze at the impromptu confession, and your feelings of chagrin and fear dissolved into nothingness. 

it was evident that issei loved you, that his drunk words didn’t even compare to his sober ones.  

“i love you.” you weakly whispered back.

he leaned in to press a light kiss to your forehead. 

“i love you, too. you know i got you, babe.” he said, smiling. “forever.”

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[ressyfaerie]

Do you still take any requests? If you mind... since you've asked about crack pair, how about Tyson x Raul? I'd like to request Tyson and Raul as backpackers and traveled around the world. Imagine if they get lost in the jungle and meet Blitzkreig Boys when in their lost.

I prefer sub version, but you can choose as long as you comfortable 😄💕

(Btw I'm @circus-and-roses but I requested with this account since I've planned to move into this blog)

I love me a good crack ship, honesty Tyson and Raul sounds dope af I can see them totally vibin. This is a prompt with SO MUCH like how do I get the demolition boys in the jungle? How gay can I make Tyson and Raul? Are they campers who can survive a jungle? How am I going to tie this together? Writing all of this in a short fic will be the ultimate challenge, you better be prepared, if i can pull this off I will be the most amazing fanfic writer/ detective genius (UPDATE I got really into it! And I accidentally started using dub names I’m sorryyyy this turned into a FULL FIC LOL) so I’m popping it into a read more: 

Tyson couldn’t stop staring at Raul. 

They had been dating two years and Tyson still felt head over heels. He would be the first to admit they were an odd pair, but after talking for hours over two meals after the championships, it just clicked, and here they were. 

Except not really, because here, was the Amazon, yeah the jungle? In Brazil? You know the one. 

The sweat rolled down Tyson’s neck and Raul almost tripped staring at it. 

“Raul stop staring at your boyfriend and focus on where you’re walking.” Hiro scolded him.

Raul and Tyson had been traveling the world for a few months, However their trip was cut short when they were called on this expedition immediately, they had to drop everything in Venice and jump on the first plane. 

Why? 

Bit beasts of course. 

Raul leaned over Tyson’s shoulder grasping his bicep and feeling it up juuust a little bit. 

“How is Dragoon?” He whispered it to Tyson, he didn’t have to whisper, honestly he just wanted the attention. 

Tyson rubbed his forearm over his forehead wiping off more sweat. He made sure he wasn’t too aggressive, he didn’t want Raul to let go of his arm, he pulled out Dragoon with his open hand. 

“He’s not as active as he was an hour ago.” 

Hiro heard Tyson clearly and gave a hand signal to the rest of the expedition team behind him who all sighed and stopped. Hiro made his way to Tyson. 

“Show me dragoon.” Hiro demanded. 

Tyson showed him his blade which was glowing with a faint blue hue. 

Hiro groaned, “With Dragoon changing it’s mind this much we’re never going to find the rock before any of the other teams.”

Tyson shook his head, “I wonder if any of the other guys are having this much trouble.” 

Raul comfortingly patted Tyson’s head. “It’s going to be fine Tyson, if we don’t find it someone else will-” 

“No Raul.” Hiro growled, “Don’t you get it? We need to get it first for the BBA.” 

Raul was too pure, he didn’t understand the companies rivalry, “But- we’re all friends-.” 

“No, not right now. Max is with the PPB they already have a bitbeast rock. Ray is with the white tigers and they want their own rock for their village, and Kai-” 

“Kai is with the Demolition boys.” Tyson grumbled. 

Hiro interrupted. “And they want the rock for themselves. Don’t you get it Raul? We have to get it first.” 

Raul sighed still holding on to Tyson, “I just don’t understand why we can’t all just- Share.” 

Hiro laughed and rolled his eyes, “Tyson you need to teach your boyfriend a thing or two.” 

“Don’t worry,” Tyson winked, “He’s gonna get it later.” 

“Hey!” Raul smirked more than happy to receive his punishment later. 

Tyson looked down at Dragoon again, still glowing the same hue. 

“You have to do it again?” Raul asked Tyson. 

“Yeah.” Tyson began to walk around the section of the jungle in circles, surveying dragoon the whole time waiting for any change in energy. He shook his head. 

“Nothing?” Raul felt bad, his boyfriend never looked so disheartened. 

Tyson shook his head again. Raul approached him and gave him a tight hug around his neck. 

“Oh my god stop I’m so sweaty!” Tyson giggled. 

“Tyson can you get serious for a second?” Hiro yelled to him. 

Tyson knew if Hiro could take Dragoon and do it himself he would, but they needed Tyson’s energy to fuel Dragoon, it wouldn’t work in the hands of anyone else. 

“I wonder how the other guys are making out…” Tyson closed his eyes and swayed his head back and forth thinking and calming himself in Rauls embrace. 

“I’m sure they’re having just as hard of a time as you are.” Raul kissed his ear reassuring him. 

“No, I’m doing better.” Tyson smirked. 

“Really? How come?” Raul didn’t believe him. 

“Cause none of them have a boyfriend as amazing as you.” 

Raul buried his red face in Tyson’s neck embarrassed. 

“You’re cute.” Tyson reached up and ruffled his hair. “Come on, let’s set up camp.” 

The expedition team set up their camp and elevated tents. Neither Tyson or Raul were fans of camping, especially not in a deadly jungle. Tyson remember Raul’s reaction when he told him he was going: 

“You know there’s birds that kidnap BABIES there right!?” 

Tyson laughed remembering his terrified expression. 

Tyson couldn’t sleep. He hopped out of bed and pulled out Dragoon. 

“Damn.” It was still the same hue and glow as before. He put on his shoes and left the tent. 

He stood in the jungle just outside camp holding Dragoon. 

“Come on! It makes no sense- One moment you’re glowing like crazy and now nothing?” 

“Tyson?” Raul appeared from behind a tree, “you can’t be away from camp like this.” 

“Raul it’s been days since Dragoon had that glow. Apparently no one’s found the rock yet. So what is happening?” 

Raul could sense his boyfriend’s frustration bubbling over. He grasped his hand and smiled at him. 

“We will figure it out.” 

Tyson let go of his hand fast. 

“Tyson?” Raul was surprised, but also slightly offended. 

“No- It’s not you- Dragoon.” 

“He is kinda glowing a bit more huh?” 

At that moment Dragoon emitted a radiant light. 

“Raul!” Tyson moved Dragoon side to side, pinpointing the location he was pointing him in. 

Tyson started in that direction.

“Tyson! You can’t just go wandering the jungle in the dark!” Raul yelled after him, “We have to go back to camp and get Hiro-” 

“Raul if I do that Dragoon might stop! I need to go now!” Tyson whined, he could already feel the power from Dragoon fading, Raul hesitated biting his lip. 

“Are you staying or going?” Tyson didn’t mean to sound so intense, but he knew time was running out. 

“I’m coming, I can’t let you go alone-” 

As soon as Tyson got permission he took off, Raul following closely behind him. 

He used Dragoon to light his way and kept increasing his pace as he felt Dragoon’s power increase. 

“Tyson slow down! Please! You’ll hurt yourself-” 

“AH!” Tyson screamed as he slid down a gully and rolled over into a stream, Raul fell behind him and collapsed against him.

Or not him? 

“What! Who!” 

The other boy got up, he had just fallen as well. Raul couldn’t see anything but feel, he grasped his arm, “Who are you!?” 

“Mff- get the hell off me Tyson-” The boy cursed. 

Tyson used Dragoon to light up the boy’s face, at the same time the boy shone a red light in their faces. 

“Kai!?” Tyson and Raul shouted in unison. 

“Don’t act so surprised, you knew I was around here after all.” Kai grumbled. 

“Why are you out here this late alone?” Tyson asked worriedly. 

“I could ask the same thing about you two

“We have each other-” 

Kai laughed, “That’s just about as useful as a Beblade without a ripcord.” 

“Shut up Kai.” Tyson shot back. 

“So why are you out here Kai?” Raul asked, clearing the tension. 

Kai’s eyes shot side to side, he was debating on telling them or not. 

“Dranzer. She hasn’t had any activity in days, and finally tonight, she was like fire.” 

“Same with Dragoon!” Tyson chimed in. 

“Odd.” Kai responded. 

The three sat in the muddy area conflicted on what to do next. The two ancient bit beast wielders stared at their blades which had mysteriously stopped shining brightly. 

“Where’s your camp?” Kai asked.

“Um-” Tyson hummed. 

“You’re lost? Morons.” Kai laughed in disbelief, they were really a lost cause. “The demolition boys camp is just on the other side of this ridge. You can stay there the night before heading out.” 

“Wow really! Thanks Kai!” Raul thanked him, but Tyson squinted his eyes wondering if Kai had secret intentions. 

Once they got to camp Tyson and Raul discovered the Demo boys were really not in their element. Kai didn’t seem to mind the heat in the rainforest, but the humidity was killing him, the rest of the boys, well they looked like icicles on a hot beach. 

They barely talked to the boys, they didn’t seem interested. Kai’s tent was the biggest so they all squished into it. 

“Don’t be weird.” Kai scolded them before rolling over to head to sleep himself. 

Tyson jabbed Kai in the stomach, “what do you think we’re going to do jerk?” 

Kai shook his head. 

Tyson glared at him, “I haven’t seen you in ages Kai and you think I’m going to do weird things with my boyfriend while sharing a tent with you in the jungle-” 

Kai placed his hands over his ears, “I’m not listening! Stop being weird-” 

Raul shot a look at Kai and coyly addressed Tyson, “imagine if we just made out right now-” 

“I will kick you out of my tent back into the jungle immediately.” Kai said deadpan. 

Eventually they all fell asleep.

Dawn broke and Tyson blinked trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. He rolled over and saw Dragoon.

Glowing bright. 

Tyson ripped the single blanket off himself and shook Raul. 

“Raul get up! Now!” 

Raul made a disinterested sound, Tyson shoved Dragoon in his face and he forced himself awake immediately. 

Tyson started to put on a shoe, but his eyes lingered on Kai’s sleeping silhouette. Dranzer glowed red like flames beside him. 

Tyson could get to the rock before him. But that wouldn’t be fair. 

Tyson made sure Raul was ready to go, he held his shoe that wasn’t on in his hand.

He threw it at Kai. 

Kai sat up startled and cursing at Tyson. 

Tyson pointed to his blade while shoving on his boot. 

“Looks like we got a head start!” 

Tyson and Raul leaped out of the tent while Kai’s yelling faded behind them. 

They followed the glow through the jungle for hours and finally found a rockface. 

“Tyson we have been scouting around this mountain for days. It can’t be in the mountain, we would know.” 

Tyson held out Dragoon, the glow was so bright it hurt to look at. 

“It has to be around here somewhere Raul-” 

Raul had started climbing the rockface. 

“What are you doing that’s dangerous!” Tyson hollered at his boyfriend, but Raul didn’t seem to care. 

“It has to be on the mountain Tyson! It’s the only explanation!” 

Tyson viewed the cliff from a few steps back. It could be scaled, but it would be sketchy. He decided to follow his boyfriend’s lead. 

“Here comes my dragon.” Raul called Tyson his nickname in a cute voice. 

Tyson laughed, “You better not let this dragon catch up with you-” 

“Oh no-” Raul giggled. 

“Hey hey don’t climb too fast!” 

At the top they stopped and laid down catching their breath. 

“That was awesome.” Tyson smirked and reached for Raul’s hand. 

Raul got up on his feet and held out his hand to Tyson, Tyson took it, Raul pulled him up dragging him into a kiss. 

Tyson pushed himself away first. “That was amazing.” 

“What does Dragoon look like?” 

Tyson pulled out Dragoon again which was pulsing. 

“That’s different?” Raul knit his eyebrows.

“We must be close.” 

They continued into the dense forest on the top of the mountain. 

“Ugh!” Tyson kept throwing vines out of his face. Raul followed behind him, until finally, they reached a clearing.

“Tyson?” 

Tyson saw a familiar face on the other side of the clearing, it was Ray. 

“Ray!” Tyson was happy to see his friend, he noticed Driger in his hand, glowing brightly. 

Behind Ray, Max popped out from behind him, “Tyson!” 

Max ran toward Tyson throwing out his arms and giving Tyson a massive bear hug. 

“Ah! You’re killing me!” Tyson groaned but wore a huge smile.

Max pulled out Draciel, “Is Dragoon pulsing too?” 

“Yeah.” Tyson showed Dragoon to Max and Max showed him Draciel in return. 

Ray approached them with Drigger as well. 

“Did you guys have as hard of a time getting them to show the way as much as I did?” Tyson laughed and scratched the back of his head. 

“Oh yeah.” Max sounded exasperated, Ray nodded in agreement. 

“Yeah me too.” 

Another familiar voice.

“Kai!” Max screeched and approached Kai with his bear hug embrace. 

Kai tried to shrug him off but gave up receiving a light hug. 

“Okay. So now what?” Ray questioned. 

“Um…” Tyson looked around the clearing hoping for an answer. 

“We’re on top of a mountain, and this is where our bit beasts are strongest.” Kai pointed out.

“Let’s try putting them in the middle of the clearing.” Max suggested. 

They all shrugged, no one had a better idea. 

They all piled their beyblades in the middle of the clearing and sat in a circle watching their blades pulsate. 

“Well. It was worth a try.” Ray pointed out awkwardly. 

Raul kept scratching at the ground and messing with the rainforest substrate. 

“If you keep doing that you’ll dig to the other side of the earth.” Tyson joked. 

Raul laughed but frowned when he touched something hard in the ground. He started to dig away the moss and dirt revealing a perfectly smooth rock underneath. 

“There’s no way you found it just like that.” Kai was mildly pissed off. 

Max started to pull away moss and dirt, then Tyson and Ray joined it. They had cleared half the clearing revealing the smooth rock which also seemed to have designs engraved into it. 

“Come on Kai help us!” Tyson yelled at Kai. Kai uncrossed his arms reluctantly and got down and started digging as well.

“Wait.” Tyson stopped.

They all stopped to look at him. 

“What if this whole mountain is the rock?” 

They surveyed the clearing, they had almost unearthed all of it and the smooth surface just kept going. 

“I think you’re right Tyson.” Ray laughed. 

“So-,” Max stood back up awkwardly, “Who found it first?” 

You could cut the tension with a knife. 

“The bigger question is, who can transport an entire mountain?” Ray laughed thinking how absurd the situation was. 

“How about, the bladebreakers found it.” 

Tyson suggested it but was met with different expressions. 

“It’s really the only option.” Kai stated bluntly.

“We will all have to share the discovery.” Ray grinned, knowing it was for the best.

“Oh!” Raul jumped. 

“What?” Tyson couldn’t stop admiring his cuteness. 

“So we’re all sharing then?” 

Tyson blinked realizing Raul was right. “Yeah! Ha! I guess we are!” 

Raul drummed on Tyson’s arm excitedly. 

“Oh I can’t wait to see the look on Hiro’s dumb face!” 

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Justin’s Love Chronicles - Story 1

This is a Waverly Place fic. This was meant to be a one shot one chapter story of several stories unconnected where Justin find love and sex in different scenarios. However, I degressed too much in this one so the rest of the story will have another entry.

The next entry will have sex and all the good stuff.

Inspired by S04E19, Wizards vs Asteroids

“We received a report from NASA that an asteroid has changed its course and is heading straight to earth, this means the end of life as we know it” The Russo family, Zeke and Harper were all gathered on the Russo’s family living room watching the television in disbelief as it delivered the horrifying news. Alex, who was usually carefree and youthful, ready to dismiss any terrible news with a joke or witty remark was left speechless, unable to find in her vast mental Rolodex of comedy anything to say that could even remotely lighten the mood.

Harper, who was an alarmist by nature did what was expected of her, she made a mental note of all her favourite outfits, which she would now wear, one after the other, until the end, but she then decided she would not have time to change to all of them, so instead she would make a new one, or die in the process.

Max, who had a mind as feeble and as free as a butterfly in a breeze, almost child-like despite being now a teenager, turned to his family and beloved friends and realised that he would no longer see them. This idea filled him with immense sadness, he felt his shoulders heavy, and his eyes teary. “Guys, I know I am usually lost in everything that is happening around me, or with you guys. But now that the end is coming, I just want you guys to know that I love you guys, and I care for you, and I wish I was more present, more aware”.

Teresa could not help but to love the youngest of her beloved children. Yes Max problematic. Yes Max created all sort of havoc. Yes Max… well, they all knew all that Max did, but one thing they all also knew is that Max never did anything maliciously. He was pure and innocent and they all loved him. She took him into her arms with tender love that only a mother could give, and stroke his beautiful brown hair that resembled hers so much.

“It’s okay Max, we love you just the way you are. Right Jerry?”

Jerry nodded in agreement, like Alex he too had no words for that was happening. He was a big softie after all, they all knew it, and knowing that the world would end and they would never see his family again was a burden no heart could bear, specially not Jerry’s heart. He enveloped both his wife and Max, holding them tight in his arms, feeling their warmth for the last time, smelling the sweet scent of vanilla shampoo in Teresa’s hair, one thing that he loved about her since they started dating, she almost smelled like vanilla. He even appreciated the minty smell coming from Max’s hair, which he hoped was form his shampoo, but he knew was probably from eating too many magical mint cookies to disguise Max’s sour smell of not having bathed for a couple os days.

The only one who wasn’t in a fatalistic mindset was Justin, who’s rational mind was working overtime doing calculations, trajectories, thinking about the physics, rotations, heck, even dark matter if it helped. He turned to Zeke who stared back at him, they shared an unspoken bond, they knew what each other thought without having to say any words. Justin nodded. Zeke nodded. And both went up to Justin’s room.

“C’mon Justin do you really think they could have made the wrong calculations? They are the freaking NASA man. We are so doomed!” Zeke whined as soon as they entered the room. He wanted to be right, but being an emotional bouncing chipmunk he was he could not help but fall in despair when confronted with the idea that he, Zeke, could be right when NASA was not.

“Zeke, we have been tracking asteroids for years. You know the calculations, you’ve done it yourself man. We are RIGHT!” Justin said, almost barking the last word as he usually does the he wanted to emphasise his excitement. He took Zeke by the cheeks, holding each side with one hand and forced Zeke to look straight back into his eye. He had this new theory he thought after considering Plato’s theory on the soul. If a soul was the essence of a being, and decided how the ‘vessel’ would behave, and if Shakespeare was right when he said that the eyes are the windows to the soul, then maybe if he stared at Zeke he could make HIS mind force Zeke’s mind to behave more like Justin, and less like Zeke.

Not that Justin didn’t like Zeke’s soul, far from that. He adored him. Zeke was his best friend, his confident, more often than not a should to cry on. He was there when Justin lost Juliet and Rosie, and he never judged, or made fun of him for expressing his feelings in an ‘unmanly’ way. Zeke was always kind to Justin. *** The day Juliet went away Justin was in shambles. His heart was shattered, exploded and each particle was so small that if one could see they would think he had sand in his chest. It was an adequate metaphor, because Justin did feel like he was suffocating after his girlfriend went away, as if had a whole beach in his lungs. He could not breath, and it felt like every heartbeat was a struggle. After that fated day he didn’t want to go home and see his family. He loved his family, but some things are not meant to be shared with family.

He called Zeke as soon as they got home.

“Hey’, he said as soon as Zeke answered with his cheery ‘Hiellow’. He could not help but to grin, even if just slightly, at the sound of his beloved friend. His overly cheeriness, carefree and over-the-top attitude was something that Justin always felt balanced his more sober, geeky and rational attitude. Together they were balanced… perfect.

Justin explained what happened to Zeke. Not in detail, just enough so that he could ask him if he could come over and maybe spend the night. “Of course man, stay as long as you want. I’ll call my parents to double check but you know they love you, I’m sure they won’t mind. I’m here for you bro, you know that, right?”

“I know Zeke, thank you”, was all Justin could mumble before hanging up. Zeke was very wealthy, his parents had a beautiful and large apartment on the Upper East Side, which wasn’t too far from Waverly Place, but it felt to Justin as if he was entering a different universe whenever he visited Zeke. It was a place of money, Teslas, Chanel suits, Versace underwear and diamonds. A lot of diamonds. He remembered one time when he was younger and he saw Zeke’s mother going out with his father, both looking very chic and well dressed. She was wearing a beautiful necklace, two strips of diamond with a large blue diamond in the middle. Justin was obsessed with it, he never seen something so sparkly in his life. Even magic could not rival it. It was as if one million pieces of glitter had been crushed together to form just one stone. He must have stared at it so badly Zeke’s mother could not help but notice.

“Do you like my necklace little Justin?”, she asked, she had a bit of an accent but he didn’t know where from.

He nodded.

“Would you like to have a closer look?”

Again, he nodded, and the lady took the necklace off her swan-like neck, and handed it to the younger lad who took hold of it as if he was holding a bomb with how careful he was handling with the jewellery.

He adored it, he wanted to have it, to wear it. He wished for a brief second that he was a girl to be able to wear such things. He put it in his head and wore it like a tiara, and looked at himself in the large baroque mirror that was placed in the large living room. He smiled brightly, shining his pearly teeth for all to see. Zeke’s mother laughed heartily, and Zeke’s father smiled kindly to him, giving him a look that Justin never quite understood. It was a kind look, but also a mysterious one.

“You truly are most adorable little Justin, I am glad my Zachary found you as a friend. I told you George that sending him to public school was the best idea. I went to one and I tuned out well. Yes, private education has its perks, but our boy should be grounded and down to earth.”, she said, half to her husband and half to the two young boys staring at her.

She held her slender hand with beautifully manicured fingers to Justin, who noticed she had a bracelet that matched the necklace. Justin handed the necklace back to her, but he never forgot how he looked with that necklace on his head.

Justin wasn’t sure why he remembered that on his way to Zeke. Maybe it was because he hasn’t been to the Beakerman’s house for quite some time. He was very busy with school, magic, etc. So the chances to go to the Upper East Side were scarce. He was happy he was going though, he liked there, but most of all, he liked Zeke.

When he arrived he went through he dark oak heavy doors into a refined reception room, neatly decorated with a classy baby blue carpet that covered the floor and matched the cerulean paint on the walls. On the centre there was a huge glass candelabra that Justin could not even imagine how it was cleaned without magic. To the left side surrounded by white marble was the reception, hosted by a Juan, the oddly young and handsome concierge. He was probably ins his late 20s, Justin would guess 28? He had thick jet black curly hair, not too voluminous, just enough to give him a youthful look, as if he had just left the ocean and his hair dried with the sad from the sea and, sorta stayed that way. With dark green eyes, and a very shallow stable, he almost looked like a model on his day off, except for the cute little cap he wore to match his nice suit. He wondered if the suit came with the job or is Juan bought it to match the opulent surrounding.

“Hola Juan”, said Justin.

“Hola señor Justin”, replied Juan, with his useful cheerful tone. He didn’t often meet Juan, but he always had a tone that was almost as if he was smiling through his voice. It made Justin happy and he pondered for a split second that his natural charisma was too great to be left isolated from the rest of the world, secluded in that beautiful cage of a Manhattan reception. Juan should have been a model, or an actor maybe… thought Justin, considering if he would allow himself to use magic to maybe change Juan’s fortune.

“Señor Zeke told me you were coming, go right in, the code is this”, he handled Justin a piece of paper neatly folder with the number 24.

Justin thanked him, walked into the large elevator at the end of the reception, typed in the cold and went up to the 5th floor, where the door to the elevator opened straight into the beautiful living room he had reminiscence not too long before.

Not much had changed, apart from some furniture changing and moving, the colour in a wall going from white to marsala, and a piece of decor here and there which he remembered not being there, or being somewhere else.

“Hey Justin”, said Zeke, coming from the sofa and greeting him at the entrance. He was wearing only a white tank top and silver cotton pyjama trousers. His hair was a bit messy. It wasn’t early but not late enough that Zeke should be sleeping, thought Justin. 

“I hope I’m not interrupting your nap or anything”

“Not at all man”, Zeke said, shining his naive smile at Justin. “My parents are travelling in Asia so I have the apartment for myself. I decided to have breakfast food for dinner and I thought hey, if I am gonna have breakfast then I need to be dressed for breakfast. So I dressed up like this and messed up my hair. What do you think bro?”

Justin laughed, which felt a bit weird, he hadn’t felt at all happy ever since Juliet had been taken by the mummy, let alone after she went into the woods, but Zeke had this natural ability to make others laugh, it was what made him so charismatic and something Justing envied a little about Zeke. While Justin was more handsome than Zeke, he always lacked this easiness that Zeke had into fitting him.

“Oh I’m so sorry Justin, I’m being so insensitive talking about breakfast when your girlfriend turned into a million years old and disappeared into the woods. Oooooh man I’m a terrible friend!”, whined Zeke in his usual chipmunk manner.

“It’s fine Zeke, I laughed so that’s more than I have done in the past months so, thank you. And I think you look dashing my friend.” He said, giving Zeke a wink and a couple of gun finger pointing.

“Thanks Justin, you’re awesome man. Come in”, he said, leading Justin down the hall and into his bedroom, which was almost as big as the living room.

Zeke’s bedroom as dreamland for any geek. He had Dark Star replica hanging from the ceiling. A book shelf full of fantasy books and mangas, Zeke loved his Sailor Moon and made a point to buy each one from the original Japanese print. Zeke’s bed was enormous, and was probably the size of all the Russo’s beds combined. Justin was always surprised that Zeke didn’t use custom sheets of his favourite series, Doctor Who, but he had a feeling that had something to do with his parents. The rest of the room was filled with other nerdy things, but overall looked like a normal teenager room. There were clothes spread out around the floor, the bed was unmade, and there were a couple of plates of food left on top of the many cupboards around the place.

“Sorry, I gave the cleaning guys a break since it’s only me, so things are a bit messy”, Zeke said apologetically. “Sit down tell me what happened again”. Justin took the seat on the bed, right next to Zeke who sat on top of his leg as he usually did, facing Justin. He wasn’t sure he could reciprocate the gesture. When he thought about talking about what happened to Juliet he immediately felt his eyes filling with tears, and the sand in his chest moving up to his through, choking any words that attempted to break free from his vocal cords.

“I-I… Sh-She…”, he tried saying, but the sobs had already started. Justin hid his face with his hands. He was so embarrassed, he was meant to be the cool one but there he was crying like a baby.

“Hey hey, it’s okay dude, it’s okay to cry. Come here”, he pulled Justin by the shoulders, an action that surprised Justin so much it made his sobs stop and for him to look at Zeke with a horrified face. Not because Justin was avert to Zeke’s touching but because never in their friendship they had been this intimate. Yes, they were very close, but only in the manner that people would see it as acceptable.

“It’s okay dude, there’s nothing weird about this. I know people think us guys can’t like, cry or hug, but the truth man is that you’re my best friend and if you’re sad, I want to give you a hug”, Zeke said without an inch of malice in his voice, without so much of a hint of an ulterior motive. His honesty and frankness were so genuine Justin couldn’t help but feel disarmed. Justin pondered, for a second, and decided that this was okay.

He allowed himself to be embraced by his friend, who put his head in his shoulder and held him tight. He rubbed Justin’s back slowly and gently, and Justin felt himself letting go of the sand in his heart, of all those feelings of lost and despair he had felt since Juliet went away.

And he cried, loudly. And Zeke stayed there with him, holding him, rubbing his back and squeezing his shoulders, whispering ‘It’s okay buddy, everything is okay, I’m here for you’.

Justin knew, at that point, he loved Zeke.

#wizards of waverly place #fanfic #justin russo #zeke beakerman #gay #love #story

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Kiss the Girl || S.H.

steve harrington x henderson!reader

(second part to “Can You Feel the Love Tonight?”)

Summary: Timing is tough, especially when you aren’t good with words. Steve can whole-heartedly second to that. Dustin, Steve and Robin have a talk about this and Robin calls for an intervention... Of sorts...

A/N: y’all already know. This was requested by @addictwithaheavydirtycheetah - I honestly wasn’t even thinking of making Can You Feel the Love Tonight a two-parter, but I credit you for giving me that inspiration do so. This two-part series is kind of O.C. in the sense that there isn’t really any mention of the Upside Down at all, everybody’s happy, everybody’s alive: just let me pretend. The name of the roller skating rink in this is an actual place, I’m just using the name though. Enjoy, y’all!

Warnings: possibly super duper cheesy? Swearing?? (But like it’s me, it’s expected by now)

Song Inspo: Kiss the Girl (The Little Mermaid Soundtrack) and True (Spandau Ballet)

•••••

“Okay, Max. Truth or dare?”

“Neither! I’m not falling for that shit!” Max laughs, shoving you playfully to the side.

With a gentle laugh you sit back in your original spot on your bedroom floor. Crossing your legs, you force yourself to sit upright more so you can look the redhead in the eye. “It’s part of the game Maxine.” You enunciate her name slowly in a sing-song voice. A voice that makes the two young girls chortle with laughter. Max giggles with her knees pulled to her chest and El full on snorts as she rolls around haphazardly on the ground. Her brightly patterned romper a stark difference compared to the dull taupe carpeted floor. You smile at the young girl; happy that she’s having fun.

You had only met El last week when Dustin brought you along to the movies with the party. They hadn’t known you were returning home, and so when they did see you none of them could control themselves. Afterall, you were the cool older sibling. (Dustin prided himself on this fact.) Especially since (according to Mike) Nancy wasn’t cool anymore and Jonathan was more reserved and didn’t make much conversation with them. But you, on the other hand, were a bright, bounding ball of energy; constantly having to be moving or talking.

The party had the most fun when you were around. You joined and encouraged them with their campaigns, but you also were able to get the young boys outside of the house once in a while (thus making you Mrs. Wheelers favourite).

Everyone was elated to see you again. They were all smiles and long warm hugs, and hushed sentences saying they were happy you were home. You were pretty sure Lucas even started tearing up, but he had quickly (and suspiciously) denied your claim when you approached him about it. You were ecstatic to see all of the familiar faces that were quickly getting way too old for your liking. However, the only faces that weren’t familiar were the two girls that hung closely to Lucas and Mike. The redhead you learned to be Max; a young girl who ran on loads of energy and sass primarily shot at Lucas (which you later learned they were dating). And the other girl, the one tightly holding Mike’s hand and the one who hadn’t said anything to you that whole night aside from hello was El.

Although you could tell she had a hard time warming up to you (and most likely people in general), you treated her with the most kindness and made multiple attempts to slowly initiate your relationship with her.

Over time though you two became really good friends through your mutual taste in clothing.

If you asked El, she’d say you were her favourite. She looked up to you (although she was too shy to tell you that). You were funny, caring and free-spirited. She had also come to the conclusion that you were attentive and you were really good with people.

Oh, yeah...

You were definitely her favourite.

You look back to the redhead with the big blue eyes; eyes that were darker in the partial dimness of your room (screw you terrible lighting) but still just as large.

Max is up against the edge of your bed attempting to fix her breathing and to calm herself down. You decide to seize the moment as you quickly reach over to the girl and begin tickling her. Max moves around violently, her laughter only increasing the more she shakes. El looks at the two you inquisitively. Her head is cocked to the side and her eyebrows are raised. You glance at El and nod your head to Max. El hesitantly crawls up beside you and reaches her hand out to Max’s side where you have her pinned down. You’re laughing and so is Max, so El figures you aren’t hurting her. But the act is...weird.

She’s self-conscious. She’s not completely sure what to do, but she doesn’t want to seem like that in front of you, so she looks over at your hands. She then begins to copy your ministrations; her eyes intently switching from her hand to yours.

Max hiccups and convulses, grabbing her stomach with a loud cackle. El sits back stunned, but soon, begins laughing along with her two friends. And soon, all three of you are rolling around on the floor like the giggly, energized messes you are.

Max is able to push you and El away as she inhales deeply and coughs. “Do I seriously have to pick?”

“Yes!” You and El shout in unison; erupting in another bout of laughter.

Max shakes her head and hops up off the ground to sit on your bed. She tucks her hair behind her ears and huffs. Her cheeks are almost as red as her hair and you assume she knows cause she tries to slink away, hiding beneath the curtain of wavy strands. After composing herself, Max shows the fact that she’s contemplating her answer by making animated features and biting her lip. You and El shift closer to her; both of you sitting below and in front of Max. “I guess...” she hums loudly. You smack her leg as she continues to do the annoying act. Max chuckles and places her hands behind her body as she leans back on your pale pink comforter. “...Maybe...” She’s dragging it on. You find it to be slightly humourous—the way she’s doing it.

You roll your eyes anyway because Max’s antics are proof that she’s still a young teenager, and you suddenly finding those antics to be annoying means you are getting old.

You wait patiently for Max to stop her teasing and just pick either truth or dare, but El seems to be sitting on the edge of anticipation. She’s curious, but you can also tell she’s getting antsy because her friend simply won’t talk.

“Okay. I got it! I choose Truth.”

You direct your gaze to the smiling brunette beside you. “El, would you like to ask?”

She nods eagerly with a smile and shuffles closer to you. She thinks to herself for a moment before she perks up.

“...Who was your...most recent kiss?”

“Ooh! That’s a good one!” You reassure her. She smiles proudly and the two of you look at Max expectantly.

She smiles shyly. “Well, obviously Lucas. We were reenacting a scene from the Karate Kid and before I left I kissed him.” She looks away, her smile still there.

“Awe!” You squeal teasingly. “That’s so cute!” She grabs one of your small throw pillows and whacks you with it. You laugh and turn to El. “What about you El? Who was your most recent kiss?”

“Mike.” She says quickly and assuredly. Your eyebrows raise with surprise at her quick confession. But then again, you note, she���s obviously been dating the kid for a bit now.

“And you?” El asks slowly.

Your mouth opens in surprise. “And me?”

“Yeah!” Max cuts you off and moves closer to the edge, your bed creaking with each motion. “Who was your most recent kiss, Y/N?”

You laugh nervously. The two girls are looking at you obviously expecting something a lot more exciting than their confessions. You assume it’s because since you’re older, they think you have more...interesting kissing stories.

“Well...I haven’t had a most recent kiss. My last kiss was with Kevin Miller in the twelfth grade. That was prom night though, nothing exciting happened with him after that.”

“What?” Max asked in shock. “Come on, you must’ve had a recent kiss. You know, with a certain fluffy haired dork who works with your friend at a certain video store downtown...” she smirks knowingly.

You snort and hop up off your floor. You stride over to your stereo in the corner of your room, leaning down a bit to properly see the switches and buttons. “No, nothing exciting like that girls. Steve and I haven’t kissed yet.”

“At all?!” The two girls shout in tandem.

You look to the both of them. They’re in pure disbelief and you can’t help but roll your eyes. “Yeah. At all. I don’t know, just hasn’t happened yet.”

“H—how? I mean, don’t you want to kiss him?” Max inquires.

“Yeah, don’t you want to?” El parrots.

You simply shrug your shoulders and flick the switch. “Well...yeah. I—I do. Of course I do. It’s just...it’s a matter of whether or not he wants to kiss me.”

Max looks at El with a shake of her head.

The pair shrug at the same time, both sharing the same exact thought.

How has Steve not kissed you yet?

The two girls knew Steve well. Or at least, well enough to know that he really liked you, and he sure as hell wanted to kiss you. So why hasn’t he? Max makes a mental note to give the boy shit later. But right now it’s hard to stay confused when you’re happily cranking up the sound on your small white stereo.

“Who’s this?” El questions immediately after hearing the unfamiliar beat. “Who’s...singing?”

“Uh...only one of the greatest female singers of all time!” Max and El stare at you awkwardly. You scoff in surprise. How they don’t know who Whitney Houston completely baffles you.

“You two girls spend way too much time with those boys.”

You start dancing. Max giggles at how awkward your movements are, and even though she notes that you can’t dance for shit, you’re still having fun.

The happy feeling in the room increases as you pull the two girls to their feet. You, Max and El bounce around your room, the swell of How Will I Know only encouraging you more. You grab your hairbrush off your dresser and throw it in front of your mouth as you fist pump the air. “How will I know if he really loves me! I say a prayer with every heartbeat!”

The girls are stunned at your knowledge of the lyrics. Clearly, you really like this song. Watching you twirl in the centre of your room (tripping over yourself a little because it’s hard to twirl with socks on a carpeted floor) Max attempts to sing along with you—she definitely has heard this song before but it was always turned off before it could finish (thanks to Billy). El on the other hand didn’t know any of the words, but she just smiles in response to your singing and dances harder and sloppier than you and Max.

•••••

“I still can’t believe you did that, man.” Steve shakes his head with a groan, remembering the earlier event with some girl he vaguely recognized from school and Dustin.

“She was flirting with you!” Dustin yells attempting to throw his hands up to advertise his annoyance. Granted, throwing your hands up in a car with a roof is quite difficult.

“I wasn’t flirting back!”

“Still! She was flirting with you and she had to be removed from the situation.”

“She was a customer!” Steve’s voice grew louder with each syllable. “Customers bring in money for the company, meaning I get money!”

“You’re dating my sister, dude!”

Steve’s head snaps to the passenger seat. His eyes wide and his hair flying all over the place. “I need money to take your sister—my girlfriend—on dates, Henderson!” Dustin stares blankly at his screaming friend.

Steve’s hands were gripped around the steering wheel; knuckles turning paler in colour gradually.

It was true.

The girl Steve vaguely remembered from high school had walked in to Family Video and immediately struck up a conversation. He could tell she was flirting right away. How could he not? She was extremely open about it as she stayed in the store for more than half an hour (which no one ever did), and she always called on him to help her find a movie even though Robin was more available than him most of those times. However the situation had remained decently calm. She’s wasn’t touching him and he didn’t flirt back, so he wasn’t entirely bothered by it. Not enough to piss him off existentially.

Afterall, she was still a customer.

It was only when Dustin Henderson walked in that the situation had escalated.

Dustin had seen the girl shuffling ever so slightly closer to his best friend and even though Steve wasn’t paying any attention to her, Dustin felt like he had to do what a good friend, and brother of his friends girlfriend would do.

The girl was holding Sixteen Candles and had asked Steve if the movie was any good. Steve couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the sight of it. It’s not like it wasn’t a good movie, it was, but he couldn’t count how many times Y/N convinced him to watch it with her. The poor boy had seen it so many times he could recite the first 45 minutes of it perfectly.

But still, he faintly smiles at the memory of Y/N being completely lost in the events of screen. The look of pure excitement on her face and the way it affected her whole body was something he had actually memorized. In fact, he was very fond of that memory. The curl of your lips, your eyes wide and bright as they took everything in, your hand that always, always found it’s way in his or gently grasping at his shirt. Even the way your head would find its place on his shoulder; the scent of your favourite shampoo—a wonderful concoction of coconut and jasmine—wafting in front of him as your hair would rub softly against his cheek. These were all things that were (most likely) forever ingrained in Steve’s memory.

Which was the exact reason why he could never say no to you (in a good way, of course).

But...if Steve were to be honest with himself, how could he say no to you?

The second you’d look at him with doe eyes and a shy smile—your hair always seemingly bouncing lightly in your face as you called out Stevie—he knew he was a goner. Steve was convinced that you could honestly persuade him to do anything.

In that empty moment however, Dustin took the opportunity and bounded up between them and with a slightly aggressive tone said to the girl, “it’s his girlfriends favourite.”

Her face had turned red instantaneously as she meekly slid the movie back in its place. Muttering something about how she wasn’t going to rent anything she had skittered out of the store leaving a highly annoyed Harrington and a happy Henderson.

The two boys were now sitting in silence in Steve’s car. The tension from their little exchange long gone as Steve followed the familiar roads to the Henderson home. “Is Y/N home?” Steve asks out loud.

Dustin nods his head although Steve isn’t paying attention to him. “Yeah she is, but she’s hangin’ out with Max and El. Something about a girls night?”

Steve nods and turns onto your street.

The red BMW silently pulls up in front yours and Dustin’s house. The street is relatively dark, save the two porch lights that are on and the faint glow from the streetlight at the corner behind them. Steve turns off the car, a silent signal to Dustin he intends on joining him inside mainly to see you one last time today.

Dustin leaves the car first; slowly making his way up the driveway. He does find it sweet, that every time Steve drops him off he always takes time to say hi to you. At first it seemed stupid (it began a little after he had warmed up to the idea of you and Steve), but after Steve had pointed out that if Suzie were in Hawkins he’d do the same, Dustin had shut up about the subject.

Steve’s long legs allowed him to join his friend on the porch in just a few strides. Opening the door, Dustin was about to announce his arrival until he heard the all-too familiar pop-y sound of your Madonna album. And he knew exactly which album it was because you played it...

All. The. Time.

Ever since you bought it for yourself with your well-earned babysitting money last month, that’s all Dustin had heard.

And what’s worse? His least favourite song just had to be playing as he walked through the door.

With a groan he turns to Steve who’s silently laughing because he is also completely aware of your Madonna obsession. “You can handle that.” Dustin walks off through the living room and opens the door to his room. “See ya’ tomorrow, Steve.”

“‘Night, Henderson.” Steve counters as the door to Dustin’s room shuts.

Steve pops off his shoes quickly—fully aware that your mom is not a fan of shoes in the house. He skips through the house and down the hallway. Your door is at the very end and it’s decorated with mini posters of your favourite albums.

Steve smiles at the sight because although he’s seen it before, everything about your room is always changing, and it’s just so reflective of your personality. In fact the first time he saw your room he instantly felt jealous because your room was just so cool. It was so cool, and he was so envious because his parents would never in a million years let him decorate his room that way. Or, at all.

Twisting the door handle slightly, he peeked in through the open space and came face-to-face with a sight that made his heart jump into his throat excitedly.

You, Max and El were jumping around, dancing and singing very poorly to Like a Virgin bleeding through the speaker of your record player.

“Gonna’ give you all my love boy!” You sing loudly, bouncing with your legs still and your hand up in the air.

“My fear is fading fast!” El and Max yell shaking their heads.

The imagery before him is a mess of colourful clothes, hair and Madonna; it seems so fun and free and almost...psychedelic. In a way... And seeing you in the centre of it all dancing like a complete idiot elicits a loopy smile out of Steve as though he is on psychedelics.

He nods to himself slowly and shuts the door. You, Max and El are clearly enjoying yourselves and although he really wants to talk to you for the sake of seeing you smile adorably at him (a smile that he’s willing to do anything to see), he leaves you three to it.

•••••

The bell above the door rings suddenly, prompting Robin to lift her eyes out of the magazine she’s skimming through. But upon seeing who the individual is she smirks, puts the magazine down and leans across the counter.

“And what can I do for you on this fine morning, Henderson?”

“Is he here?” Dustin questions with a loud voice; his eyes wide and serious. Robin frowns slightly. Usually Dustin jokes around and actually competes with her antics. But this? This was new.

“He’s out back. Why? What did he do this time?”

Dustin rests his palms on the counter and stares Robin dead in the eyes. “Get. Him.”

Robin nods slowly, twists around and angles her body. “Hey, dingus! You’re in trouble! Better get your ass here real quick!”

Almost instantly Steve trips to the front holding a huge box with the words, “NEW RENTALS” largely printed on its side. His eyes dart rapidly around the room, hands slightly shaking in fear that he screwed up once again.

But then he sees Dustin and his shoulders fall as he places the box on the counter. Patting his hands on his jeans a few times he looks up at his friend. “Hey, man. What’s up?”

“Is it true that you haven’t kissed Y/N yet?”

Robin coughs, hand slapping against the counter. Her eyes direct themselves to Steve. He sees her stare and he shrivels up beneath it. Robin looks at him with crazy disbelief and wild curiosity. Steve looks to his younger friend, which isn’t much better or safer than Robin’s gaze because Dustin’s glare is far more menacing and accusing.

The room is silent, aside from Steve’s rapid heartbeat—which he hopes is only something he can hear. “Who—who told you that? Was it Y/N?”

“Max and El.” Dustin replies blankly.

Steve gulps. “I—uh...I just, um... I just haven’t...yet.” Dustin stands up straighter and Steve feels his shoulders shrink. His throat goes dry and he drags his hand through his hair. He’s already embarrassed from being a complete chicken-shit and seemingly never having enough confidence to go for it when your around him. But he knows it’s not his fault. And it’s not yours either! Steve simply thinks it’s just you being you and it’s completely unintentional, but god do you do things to him. However, now that Dustin is confronting him about it, and now Robin (of all people) knows about his nerves, he can feel himself rapidly unravel.

“But I—I’m going to alright! I am. I really, really am, dude. It’s just—“

“Awe, somebody’s nervous.” Robin purrs. Her lips are curled thinly into a smirk. A facial expression that Steve knows very well and hates very much.

“I’m not nervous.” He quickly counters his friend.

Robin shrugs her shoulders and leans back against the wall. “Whatever you say, Popeye.”

Steve’s jaw clenches with a roll of his eyes. He hates that nickname but he chooses to ignore his friend. He lifts his hands up—almost like in mock surrender—as he moves closer to Dustin. “Look dude, I’m going to do it. I want to! Believe I really, really want to. I just can’t find the proper timing.”

“Timing? What the hell does timing have to do with any of this?”

“Everything, dickwad.” Steve adds.

“Okay, okay.” Robin has suddenly moved from behind the counter to between her two idiot friends. “Relax you two, okay? It’s not the end of the world.” She turns to Dustin. “Also dude, timing is a thing.”

“Ha! Eat that, Henderson!”

“But!” Robin shouts back, turning her head to the taller boy behind her. “There are some cases where you just have to take timing into your own goddamn hands, okay, dingus?”

“It’s the not easiest fucking thing, Buckley!” Robin raises a ring-clad hand in front of Steve’s face while she breathes in slowly and deeply. The act imitates meditation which Steve finds pointless but he refuses to say anything. He simply just huffs passively; eyes boring into Dustin’s.

“I have an idea...” Robin begins. Dustin’s face quirks into a confused state. As does Steve’s. The two boys look at their friend expectantly. “But you two,” she sharply presses a single finger in the middle of Steve’s chest. “And especially you...need to listen to me and everything I have to say. Got it?”

Steve nods slowly although he’s not quite sure what he’s even agreeing to. All he knows is that the green in Robin’s vest brings out the specks of green in her eyes which, accompanied with her pointed stare, makes her look slightly devious; sending chills down Steve’s spine.

Dustin on the other hand seems to care less about Robin’s calculated glare and pipes up. “Now exactly what is this plan of yours? And what is it for?”

Robin groans audibly and strolls over to the counter. Reaching underneath it on the opposite side she pulls out a piece of paper. She plucks a pen from the pencil holder to the right of the chipped, sloppily painted counter and puts it down to the paper. “It’s a plan, shitbird. We’ll call it...” she hums. “I don’t know, “Operation Kiss the Girl”.”

“That sounds like a dumb name for an operation of this magnitude.” Steve slaps Dustin on the shoulder, earning a high-pitched, ragged “ow” from the young boy.

“Anyways,” Robin’s voice is sharp as she continues. “The plan is to get him,” She lazily points the pen to Steve. “To finally kiss your sister.” With as much annoyance as before, she points the ball pen to Dustin.

Steve’s jaw drops comically as he shakes his wild head of hair. “No, no. N—no way. That’s—that’s not happening. No!”

Robin crosses her arms across her chest and looks up at Steve in tandem with Dustin. “What’s wrong, Harrington?”

“I don’t need your help to kiss a girl, okay? I’ve had plenty of practice. I know what I’m doing.”

“Then how come you haven’t done it yet?” Dustin interjects. It’s a sudden, sharp stab in Steve’s ego but he doesn’t let it faze him as he walks back to the box and places it on his shoulder.

“Because, my strange little childfriend, there are such things in this world called nerves. And we tend to get them when we really like someone... Especially when we really want to make out with them. Which,” Robin smirks. “Is what Stevie-boy here, wants to do with your sister.”

“Ew! You want to make out with Y/N? Do you even know what that leads to?”

Steve glared at Dustin. “Where are you learning this stuff?!”

“I’m fourteen not an idiot, dumbass!”

Robin laughs snarkily and pulls herself up on the countertop. Tucking both legs beneath her, she begins writing.

“Okay! Okay! Regardless of the fact that yes, I have thought numerous times about making out with your sister, this plan of yours Buckley, is absolute shit.” Dustin pauses suddenly and Steve internally freaks out. Because if he’s learned anything in the past two years he’s known Dustin Henderson, it’s that when he pauses, he thinks. And when Dustin thinks, the whole world is at stake.

“Not entirely.”

Steve frowns and opens his mouth to ask. “Not entirely what?”

“Uh, the plan?” Dustin looks at Steve like he just said the earth was flat.

“This plan?”

“Yes! Operation Kiss the Girl!”

“Operation Kiss the Girl is not entirely what?”

“Bullshit!” Dustin shouts, taking off his baseball hat like it’ll alleviate his stress.

“The Operation’s bullshit?” Steve says the words slowly while he looks at Dustin with an equal amount of confusion.

“No, Steve! I mean the plan isn’t entirely bullshit! Meaning the operation name is absolutely shit but the actual plan might be good!”

“Thank you, Dustin!” Robin says from her seat. She’s scribbling quickly, her gaze fixated on the paper.

She’s actually serious, Steve thinks. She can’t be this serious.

Steve lets out a guttural groan. “What’s the point of this plan, anyway? Aside from me “gaining the confidence” to kiss my girlfriend?”

“Because, dingus, Y/N wants to kiss you; and you are dying to kiss her. But she hasn’t said anything and she won’t ever say anything until you just...kiss the girl!”

Steve looks at Robin dumbfounded. The box is long forgotten as Steve grew tired of it on his shoulder and left it on the floor. Robin sighs and tucks a strand of blond hair behind her ear. Steve stares at Robin and Dustin; his two friends who are too emotionally invested in this plan. But then again, Steve knows intuitively that they’re both right.

He is dying to kiss you.

He had been since your first date.

Seemingly however, his confidence had long since been lost. And now he’s here. Stuck between two options. The one, taking his own time to kiss you (which he doesn’t have a clue when he’d man up) and possibly not kissing you for a while; or the second option. One that involves him following the plan Robin is formulating, which will result in him finally being able to feel the intoxicating feeling of you fitting perfectly against him and for to him to find out if you’re lips do really taste like the strawberry lipgloss he always smells on you.

The entire room is silent. The tension is laced with jittery expectancy. So much so, that Robin continues to click her pen. She hates the quiet. Despises it. She looks down at her paper as Steve rubs his temples in concentration. Dustin just stands there; hushed and still as he stares blankly at the two teenagers.

Steve inhales sharply and spins around. “Okay! What the hell.”

Robin smiles. “Holy shit, this is gonna’ be the most fun I’ve had in weeks.” She hops off the counter, grabs the pen and paper and slips past the shelves of movies and out through the dirty brown door at the very back.

A moment passes and she pokes her head out; thin golden strands of hair frame her features rather messily. “Are you two gonna’ help me out, or what?”

•••••

“Hello! Welcome to the SkateDaze roller skating park! How many in your party?”

Steve turns his head sheepishly at the large group behind him. He was originally embarrassed for the practical entirety of the friend group to accompany you and him tonight, afterall this was supposed to be a date for the two of you, but Robin and Dustin’s reasoning was that they had to be there in case he fucked up. (Dustin’s exact words.) He just wasn’t expecting the rest of the party to also be there when he parked.

You however didn’t seem to mind; completely oblivious to the plan shared amongst all of your friends. So, Steve just kept quiet and let it happen.

“Nine.” Robin perked up. Steve shot her a sly glare. “There’s nine of us.”

The young woman—Jennifer, from looking at her nametag—smiled awkwardly at the group. “Al...righty then. Follow me.”

Jennifer glided over the shiny hard floors to a booth in the back and smiled (once again quite awkwardly) at the group. “There you are! Once everyone’s ready just go to that counter to get your skates!”

The young woman seemingly flew away as fast as she had came. Everyone hadn’t bothered to pay attention to her departure but El had. With wide eyes, she watched the waiters and waitresses dodge and swerve seamlessly around the large groups of people along with the tables and chairs placed randomly.

The neon and disco-oriented lights shone brightly as they moved around the rink dizzyingly. El hadn’t seen anything quite like it before, but she wishes she had.

“You excited?” You appeared to her right. She looked up at you and smiled softly. Your hair was twisted into loose, delicate curls that shone pink and yellow from the lights behind you.

“Pretty.” El mumbled.

“Yeah, she is.” Steve hugged Y/N from behind; arms wrapping around her waist as his chin rests on top of her head.

El looked at the couple for a moment, completely enamoured with the romance of it all then turned to Mike suddenly.

“Why don’t you do that with me?”

Max erupted into laughter.

Mike stood there, eyes and mouth wide open in shock. “I do! I’m always affectionate to you, El!”

El shakes her head and points to a laughing Y/N and Steve. “Not like that.”

“W—what? N—no, no. El...”

“Come on kiddos lets get our skates already. It’s why we’re here.” Robin chimed in, leading the group to the counter.

Soon after the group had sputtered out all their skate sizes, they slowly made their way to the rink; albeit, a few falls from the inexperienced members of the party.

Max and Robin seemed to get a hang of it rather quickly. They said they hadn’t roller skated before but you knew, deep down, they probably had. But surprisingly, you and the rest of the group had actually started out pretty well.

Granted, you were going slower due to the fact that you’d only ever roller skated once in your life and that was when you were visiting your cousins in Montana two summers ago.

The only ones, however, who were having an especially difficult time skating around the rink were Lucas, Steve and El.

El you understood; she seemed to be extremely sheltered, confused with quite a lot of things. You had actually expected her to have a hard time with it, so you told her on the way to the rink that you’d help. Your promising words caused her to smile widely and her eyes to sparkle.

No one really offered to help her do things with the promise of her being able to one day do them on her own, so for you to ask her if she’d like your help was definitely something she cherished. You found it sweet how she was surprised with the simplest things.

Although, Lucas and Steve on the other hand were a bit of a shock.

You had assumed the two boys knew what they were doing; afterall, they were quite confident earlier in their skating skills (Steve had told you he was going to show you how to “skate like a pro”). But watching the two of them fall repeatedly on their asses was a hilariously funny sight to witness.

This time though Lucas’ hand was gripped around Max’s—much to her chagrin—as he attempted to follow the moves you showed him to keep himself up on both legs.

Except the boy got so caught up in trying to copy his form that he didn’t see Will in the blue pot-light emanating from above them until he had bumped into him, sending Will down to the ground.

The boy fell right in front of Max and Lucas with a thundering clap of his skates and a subdued thud from the ground coming into contact with his side. Max instantly turned her feet to the side in attempt to stop herself—already foreseeing how this would go. But Lucas hadn’t payed attention and tripped over Will, causing him to keel over, dragging Max aggressively down with him.

The group was silent as they looked in partial shock at their fallen friends. But of course you and El had to start giggling, prompting Robin to follow suit. Soon everyone was cackling at the three earning multiple glares directed by Lucas. Will had gotten up off the ground, dusting himself off with his hands as he stood there, looking down on his friends. And Max has immediately whacked Lucas on the arm as she asked, “What is wrong with you?”

“You guys fucking suck!” Dustin shouted at them over his ragged, broken laughs.

“Language!” Everyone yelled at Dustin simultaneously.

Well, everyone except your boyfriend who was currently clinging to the wall on the opposite end of the rink; daring not to move. With a laugh you take El’s hand and pull her with you through the crowds of brightly dressed people towards Steve.

“You havin’ trouble over there, Harrington?” You taunt. A knowing smirk on your face with your arms crossed over your chest.

El looked at you for a quick second before copying your actions. “Yeah!” She piped up, letting a pesky piece of brown hair fall in front of her face. “Are you having trouble, Harrington?”

Steve looked at El and pointed a finger at her. “You... Be quiet.”

You laughed loudly, although over the loud music it sounded like nothing. The way he was pointing a finger at her really made him look like a parental figure and you couldn’t help but make a mental note of mocking him about it later when all was said and done. You turned your head to El and bent down so you were closer to her to ensure that she could hear you. “Why don’t you go with Mike and them; I’ll handle this dork.”

She nodded enthusiastically and slid over the multi-coloured floor with ease.

“How come she’s so good at this all of a sudden?” Steve pouted, blowing his hair out his face. His hands were gripped around the railing on either side of him as he kept his feet in the same awkward position. Even through his white and red-striped wind breaker (which he wore a lot more often when you made a comment about it being your favourite jacket of his) you could see his arms were taut and strained.

Steve looked genuinely nervous... And you were genuinely excited because this moment was too good to pass up. You honestly wish you had your Polaroid on you for the sake of never letting Steve live this down.

Steve on the other hand was very glad you didn’t bring your Polaroid.

You shake your head lightly and propel yourself a little towards him. Your hands rest on top of his as your fingers gently curl around them. You smile up at him sweetly as your eyes, subconsciously trace over every curve, every dip, every freckle and every mole that paints his face with love and adoration.

He’s gorgeous.

It’s like a constellation lives on his face; weaving every piece together intricately to create him.

And, if that was the case—if that was what whatever higher power intended when they came across Steve’s creation, then that constellation will forever be your favourite.

In fact, it already is.

His hands are lifted off the railing with ease as yours begin to guide and direct him. Your skating backwards and your hardly trying. How? Steve couldn’t say.

Part of him was nervous about who you were to inevitability bump into or trip over as you weren’t looking behind you at all. But the rest of him—the part that was so focused and trained on your inquisitive eyes, your curious stare and your gleeful smile weren’t at all thinking of who’d you bump into. Instead, he was happy every inch of you was directed to him.

How someone like you could even ever consider looking at someone like him with that much affection and fondness was beyond his comprehension.

Steve used to think he wasn’t deserving of much—to the point where he actually believed it. But somehow, in someway that completely baffles him to this day, you showed Steve that he was deserving of everything that life had to offer him.

Sometimes he still thinks he isn’t worthy of anything, but ultimately he knows that just his dad talking. Because somehow the boy who wasn’t deserving of anything, deserved you. He found you.

Now how could he pass up that opportunity?

You had stopped gliding over the freshly polished rink, pulling Steve with you as well. The two of you standing perfectly still in the centre of the floor, directly beneath the disco ball and in front of the DJ.

The kids and Robin were still skating; enjoying as much of this night as they could. Their laughs a decipherable echo in contrast with the music so loud you felt the bass in your chest. Both of your hands (still intertwined with Steve’s) fell to your sides; lazily but in the most comforting way possible.

The loud blaring of Duran Duran had seemingly come to a crashing halt. People slowed down or stoped in tandem with the quiet air. But then the DJ bent over and adjusted the microphone standing on the corner of his setup.

“This next requested song is for all the couples here tonight, so, all of y’all have fun. But not too much fun.” He winked at the crowd eliciting a blush from you at the knowledge of his innuendo. It took Steve a minute, but when he got it, he began to snicker. You shot him a playful glare when suddenly the first few familiar soft, electric notes played through the speakers.

Instantly you knew what it was. With a gasp, you jump up a bit and squeeze Steve’s hand as you look up at him. “It’s the song from Sixteen Candles! You know when they’re in the school gym at the dance?”

Steve nods his head slowly with a chuckle. “Yup, I remember.”

You flash him a grin and pull him along the line of people you quickly decided to join. Steve turns his head away from the back of yours to across the rink where he sees Robin and the party at their table. Except Dustin. The young boy is looking at him intently from behind the railing as he’s...mouthing something? Is he talking? Steve can’t quite tell.

As the line turns sharply to the area where Dustin is standing, Steve lets go of Y/N’s hand and effortlessly slides over to his young friend. A bright lime green light is shining directly onto Dustin, whereas a contradictory pink light in small circular shapes placates itself on Steve. “What?” Steve asks, earning a loud groan from Dustin.

“Now’s your moment!” Dustin tilts his head over to Y/N spinning around slowly in the centre of the rink as she laughs. It’s in that moment where Steve’s theory that his girlfriend is the cutest thing on the face of the earth is confirmed.

But soon Dustin’s hands are on Steve’s collar and he’s looking him directly in the eye. “You better do it now, Harrington! There’s no better time!”

Steve shakes his head at the young boy. “No, Dustin, n—not...not right now. Okay? Not right now.”

“Steven!” Robin thunders up beside Dustin, kneels down to Steve’s eye level and breathes deeply.

“Look, dingus you want her. I mean look at her, you know you do.” Steve gulps visibly as his eyes travel nervously all around him. Somehow...even with all of Robin and Dustin’s pep talks, he’s genuinely not ready. He’s scared. And Steve hates being scared.

Robin places a warm hand on Steve’s shoulder and smiles softly at him. The act stuns Steve because it’s so unlike Robin. It’s so unlike her and yet, she’s so serious about this. “There’s only one way to ask her, Harrington. And if you don’t do it, you’re gonna miss her.”

Steve nods slowly, every memory and feeling he’s had of Y/N flashes before his eyes and all at once he feels a spike of confidence creep up on him.

He nods more aggressively now, in a way that ensures himself that he’s really going do it. He’s going to finally kiss you.

And so without a second thought he pushes himself off the railing and towards the middle of the rink where you are still dancing. He gently bumps into you which forces you to spin him around.

“What’d Dustin want?” You ask softly, giving Steve enough time to look directly into your eyes.

He sees a million galaxies and lifetimes behind them. He sees emotions and memories and colours that are so breathtaking they won’t settle for anything less than interstellar. You are so beautiful to him. Everything about you is just...perfect. Your so perfect for him, in fact, that Steve’s pretty sure you’re it for him. He feels it deep in his bones; hell, he even felt it when he first met you. But he wills himself to take it one step at a time because he’s not a big believer in higher powers or energies or karma; he doesn’t really believe in the stuff you believe in. But he’s convinced that whatever he’s feeling now—as all of those galaxies and all of those lifetimes look back at him and only him...what he’s feeling is nothing less and nothing more than pure pre-planned love. The type of love where he can feel whenever you look at him that’s he’s been searching his whole life for those eyes... And that smile...

And simply...you.

He’s feels as though he’s spent a million years looking for you and finding you. And he hopes, as he leans in and feels the soft press of your velvety lips against his, that he will spend another million more searching, and ultimately loving you.

Again. And again. And again.

For all eternity; and more.

You.

Him.

•••••

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[thisishawkins]

Smoke Gets In Your Eyes

I’m back! Life has been very busy and tense these past few months, and I’ve found that writing really helps. So, hopefully I’ll be posting more often.

Anyway, please enjoy, and comment your thoughts!

Hope your day/night is going well. xx

- K

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You discover something about yourself, and it saves Billy.

Warnings: death, violence

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It was on the roof.

Creak tick tick. Creak tick tick.

Everyone was silent, with breathes held in and gazes cast up in horror.

The monster, a bloody mass that formed into a two-ton demonic crab-like creature, was on the glass roof above the Starcourt Mall food court. 

You were standing next to Nancy and Jonathan, prior to this moment, discussing what to do next.

Looking to El across the court with Max and Mike, you screeched, “Run!”

It was too late. A fissure formed in a pane of glass, and it hailed down onto the food court.

Everyone scattered trying to take cover, choosing to jump behind counters, barriers, and pillars.

You didn’t glance back, only to your right as Jonathan slammed himself next to you, hand intertwined with Nancy’s on his other side. 

Trying to find your composure, you attempted to slow your breaths as the creature roared, the sound urging you to cover your ears in the fear of your eardrums bursting.

The roar fell to a low grumble, resembling a hoard of hungry coyotes. 

Plinksh. Plinksh. Plinksh.

The air changed, pressure along with the mixture of artificial cold and summer heat combining into one singular feeling.

Danger.

Suddenly, an uncanny warmth crept underneath your skin, a sensation that resembled the rise of goosebumps, but somehow this was much warmer. It tingled at the tips of your fingers and toes, and fizzled on your ears.

This occurred only twice before. 

The first was when you watched your mother cry after your Dad left. She sat on the edge of her bed with the door cracked. Your nine year old self peaked through, wondering then why your Mom was hiding from you. You could make her feel better. Somehow, you knew deep in your bones that you could help.

The second was witnessing that the Mindflayer had, indeed, possessed Billy. He hadn’t been himself for days, and had resorted to avoiding you altogether, and you wanted to know why. After arguing with him, seeing in his eyes that he was not Billy anymore, the Flayed Billy shut the door in your face. He needed you. Somehow, you sensed it. As if it was a tangible fact.

The three of you squatted behind the counter, and again you felt the sensation accompanying that deep urgency. You could do something.

For the life of you, you still did not know what that was.

A loud crack burst through the air, and the monster squealed. The three of you shot up from behind the counter to see Lucas and Will lighting fireworks.

Your eyes flicked from Jonathan’s to some boxes a few yards from Lucas. 

“Y/N, wait - ” Jonathan sputtered, but it was too late. You had already jumped over the counter and were sprinting toward the makeshift weapons of powder and neon light.

Your shoes squealed along the tile as your feet halted long enough for your hands to load your arms full of rockets. Miraculously, you had Billy’s lighter stuffed in your pocket, you remembered, as you ran to an open spot in front of the beast.

Pinching the end of a fuse, you fingers fumbled to ignite it. 

You silently prayed that this wasn’t the one time it was out of lighter fluid.

Sweaty fingers tried again and again to spark a flame, you let out an exasperated sigh when, finally, it did.

You watched as the sparks inched closer to the end of the rocket. Your attention went to another one as it hit the grotesque blob with crustacean appendages.

Minutes stretched on as you kept lighting them, and occasionally diverting your attention to ensure that they were making their target.

With all of the cacophony whizzing around you, you failed to notice Billy walking toward your target with an unconscious El laid over his shoulder.

“Y/N!” You barely heard Nancy yell as she yanked you away from the few remaining fireworks.

You were almost in a daze as your eyes went from her face over to what her eyes were focused on now, her mouth agape in horror.

Billy was giving El to the creature, laying her onto the ground in front of it as if she were a sacrificial lamb to a god.

All you could do was stand there, paralyzed. Internally, you were battling with that overpowering urgency to help and that feeble pull, an inner-doubt, that you could not. What was it that you could do besides adding yourself to the mass of dead or mindflayed?

You watched on as Billy leaned close to El, and she seemed to be reading him, trying to uncover the layers of flayed that were cast onto his mind and his spirit. 

Billy stood once more, and began to push the monster away. 

“Billy, NO!” You screamed, feeling tears dampen your cheeks.

Then, more pincers sprouted out of the Mindflayer’s pet, and they latched onto Billy, raising him into the air.

He screamed, while dark red blood, almost black, dripped onto the tile several feet beneath him.

All of a sudden, the creature seemed to pause its feeding on him, and it let out an earth-quaking howl.

One of pure anguish.

The gate is closing., you thought.

Black vapor soared through the air, until it disappeared into the darkness of the July night.

The monster’s body dropped onto the ground, and in an instant began to decay, crumbling into dust and goo.

Without a second thought, your feet carried you over to Billy, meeting Max at his side.

He was covered in red and black blood, soot, and sweat, with his watery eyes on the open ceiling.

Before you were able to form any words, Billy managed to gurgle out, “I’m sorry.”

Then, everything stopped.

Max whimpered out his name, shaking him a little. She began weeping, eyes not leaving her brother.

But, you barely heard it. Your mind was blank, nearly making you insensible.

Your chin trembled, and tears streamed down your flushed, grimy cheeks.

As he past, you failed to notice then that you had placed your hand into his own, which you noted as your glanced down at it now, your grip still tight while his was limp.

You kept incessantly repeating No as your hands slid up to his face. Max watched as your bent over him, your nose nearly touching his, and your tears fell onto his unmoving face. Your chest felt tight as you heaved out heavy, hushed sobs.

It only made Max cry even harder. El came to her side, tears falling down her own cheeks.

Billy gave himself up to save her, and for that, she was eternally grateful and sorry.

Your trembling lips pressed a kiss to his forehead, and you sat up, putting your head into your hands, continually heaving out your weeps.

Billy Hargrove was gone. Billy, your best friend, the love of your life, had left this earth. 

Your Billy.

At that thought, you began shaking your head, and took your hands away from your face. 

“No.”, you spoke aloud, shaking your head as if in denial. Deep anguish and sorrow quickly built into a ball of anger in your chest, and that tingling started again. It rose into a sizzling burn.

Without another thought or word, you hit Billy’s chest, as if that would wake him up from his permanent slumber.

Max and El, along with the others that were gathered nearby, stared at you in horror.

That urgency hit you with full force like never before. You could do something. You felt it now more than ever, but were unable to explain it to yourself.

Through burning tears, you hit his chest again and yelled, hitting it once more.

However, it felt as if the next blow happened in slow motion. 

The tingling sensation zipped its way from your ears and toes to your hands, and a tangerine glow emitted from them, spreading to Billy’s body as you made contact with him.

Your friends were propelled a foot or two backward, and stared at you, mouths open in confusion and awe.

In disbelief, you overturned your shaky hands and stared at your palms.

Suddenly, Billy coughed, choking life back into him as if he had nearly drowned and had finally broken the surface for air. He jerked upward, but lowered his head back to the ground, blinking away his murky vision.

He was sore, damaged goods. But he was alive, and you had brought him back.

“Billy?”, you called softly, your startled eyes on him as Max quickly moved on her hands and knees over to him.

You took his hand into both of your own. Billy gripped them lightly as he blinked languidly, still staring up at the shattered ceiling.

“Y/N.”, his answer came out in a rasp, with the edge of his mouth managing to quirk up into a small, soft smile.

A smile appeared on your lips along with a small laugh, and tears of relief escaped from your eyes.

You glanced from Billy to Max, holding her gaze for a moment. Incredulity remaining in her eyes still, she couldn’t help but smile, too.

He turned his head as you leaned over him, his devastating blues meeting your eyes.

You brought his hand to your lips, pressing them there for a moment.

Billy laughed, but it hurt his chest. He ached all over.

Despite this, he took his hand from yours, and brushed your tears away with his thumb.

Max took his other hand into her own, and he looked to her with a small smile. She returned it without a word.

It was then you remembered that he was still bleeding.

He tried to sit up, his face pinching together and a groan bubbling out, but you put a hand to his shoulder, concern painting over your relief.

“Billy, you’re still -”

“Y/N.”, Max interrupted. You looked away from him, eyes following Max's disturbed stare on Billy’s body.

She had lifted his white wife-beater, revealing that not only had the bleeding stopped, but the wounds were already gnarled scars.

He slowly sat up, the pair of you quickly giving him your hands. He squeezed them, his face tightened into a wince.

"How is this possible?", Mike inquired from behind you, breaking the silence. You turned, seeing that the rest of the gang were standing a couple of yards away, looks of confusion and disbelief contorting their faces.

"I-I don't know.", you replied softly. You shifted your focus from your friends back to Billy. 

"What did you do?", he asked, his eyes searching yours. It wasn't an accusation, it was genuine concern and bewilderment.

You opened your mouth to explain, but found that words escaped you.

"She's like me.", El interjected.

Everyone looked to her, she was now next to Max.

"Oh, I don't know about that.", you told them, "That was the first time it's happened."

You looked down at your hands. The tingling had left your fingers and toes, but still delicately prickled at your ears.

Realization struck you.

"El, give me your ankle.", you gently commanded, meeting her eyes.

El stepped over and sat next to you, laying her injured ankle out in front of you, its bandages soaked in soot and blood.

The others stepped closer, and Billy and Max watched on.

You placed your hands onto her ankle, and she winced.

"Sorry.", you mumbled before closing your eyes.

You concentrated on how you felt before, the fresh memories flashing around like slots of film in your mind. 

The sensations only happened when you were in moments of true emotional strain. You concluded that the only way to do whatever you had done was to think of those moments.

Everyone watched as the tangerine glow radiated from your hands onto El's wound.

After a few seconds, it stopped.

You opened your eyes, and El quickly unravelled her bandages.

A scar was the only thing left on her ankle.

Silence passed as everyone stared from El to you.

"Y/N, you're a-", Max began.

"Freak.", you finished, but it came out as more of a question. You studied your hands.

"No.", Billy croaked, his hands taking your own, "Don't say that."

"But, what am I?", you questioned incredulously, your gaze imploring your friends for an answer.

Sirens began to echo throughout the mall, and everyone glanced around searching for the source.

"Guess we'll figure that out later.", you concluded, grasping Billy's hand and nodded towards Max.

The both of you helped Billy get up, and slung his arms around your shoulders, as El, Mike, and Lucas waited for the three of you.

El took one last glance at you, then back at the remains of the monster. 

Mike held out his hand, and she took it, diverting her attention back to him.

You placed your free hand on El's shoulder as you moved alongside her.

"It's over.", you reassured her, a tired smile on your lips.

Despite the pile of molten alien carcass displayed mere yards from her, El wasn't so sure.

*

"Did - did you hit me back there?", Billy inquired, a bit of a smirk creeping onto his face, despite his exhaustion. "The center of my chest feels like I got socked with a brick."

To Billy's disdain, you had ordered him to be checked out by the paramedics. He just wanted to nurse himself, in the cozy, safe confines of your house. But, to your insistence and worry, he complied.

So, there he sat, his ass parked on the edge of an ambulance, the available paramedic going back and forth from poking, prodding, and posing questions.

To Billy's relief, the paramedic, Clyde, had been called over by Mrs. Wheeler, who wanted to have Mike checked over another time.

You rubbed the back of your neck, looking at him with an awkward smirk. "Yeah, sorry about that."

Swiveling on your toes, you placed yourself next to him.

Despite his deeply sore muscles, he instinctively slung his arm over your shoulders. 

"Don't apologize, babe. I wouldn't be here without you.", his voice crackled into you ear, now devoid of any teasing - only sincerity and gratitude.

The thought rushed your sorrow and relief back into your chest, coursing through your lungs like humid air and welling up into a ball in your throat.

You burrowed into him, carefully wrapping your arms around his middle as your bottom lip trembled.

Meeting his eyes, you rasped, "Let's talk about that tomorrow, okay?"

His deep cerulean eyes searched yours, and he nodded. It could wait - tonight was already fueled with trauma.

You swallowed, a soft smile replacing your tender frown, and added, "Besides, I'm supposed to be taking care of you, remember?"

His arm pulled you closer, if possible, and he told you, matching your smile, "We are going to take care of each other. Like always."

Eyes never leaving each other, you promised, "Always."

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[dustonionpollywongus]

out-of-town friends -Byler

Hi! This is really long so this is part 1 of 2.

Friday, 13:07

"So, we all good to meet at mine before heading off to Jennifer Hayes' party?" A very eager looking Dustin asks the Party during lunch. The group are enjoying their meals peacefully in the library (well not Lucas as he had forgotten his.) 4 out of the 5 the teenagers nod, one of them not responding at all as he is daydreaming. "Hey Byers, what about you? Byers?"

Will snaps out his thoughts, giving Dustin a startled look. "Sorry," he apologises. "What were you saying?" His friend gives him an unamused look as he wraps up the rest of his ham sandwich back in its tinfoil.

"I was saying," he sighs, rummaging through the brown paper back which held his lunch, "we're all gonna meet at my place before going to Jennifer Hayes' party. Are you able to do that? I'm driving."

Dustin pulls out a green apple, grimaces at it and chucked to Lucas who had forgotten to grab his lunch in the morning and had refused to eat the from the cafeteria.

("It's disgusting! They don't wear gloves! Or hairnets!" He reminded Max as she sat next to him with a plate full of what the dinner ladies called 'pasta'.

"Well then do something about Mr School Council President." His girlfriend remarked.)

Will glances at Dustin and the Party with a blank face. "Party...?"

Dustin groans, "Jennifer Hayes' party?! The one I've been going on about for the last 10 minutes?"

"Yeah, about that, please stop." El complains, massaging her temples. "I'm getting headache."

"Sorry." Will apologises again, sheepishly, "I wasn't listening."

"That's our Cleric," Mike pipes up with a grin, "Always daydreaming."

Will rolls his and blushes, Mike was right though, he supposes. He does let his mind trail away from the real world frequently.

"It's Jennifer Hayes' party." Dustin explains.

"I heard that bit."

Dustin playfully sticks his tongue out to the Byers boy. "Yeah, well I had to make sure didn't I, asshole." Will throws a napkin at the curly haired brunet, grinning. "It's on Friday."

"Wait, Friday? This Friday?"

"Yes."

"I can't go." Will says. The Party stared at him, and he shrinks down into the bench he was sitting on.

"What do you mean, you can't go?" His ginger haired friend, Max, asks him. She had previously been batting away her boyfriend from stealing her cupcake, but Lucas stopped trying to take it to look at Will with a questioning glance.

"I can't go."He repeats slower, as if trying to teach a child the alphabet. He is stopped though by his best friend who gives him a slight push.

"Ok smart-ass, why not?" Mike asks him.

"I'm going out." He replies, looking down at his fingers. "Can y'all stop staring at me, it's getting creepy." he jokes.

The Party avert their gazes, all looking a little disappointed that Will wasn't going to join them on Friday. El, however, seems intrigued.

"What, you mean with a girl?"She asks, capturing the attention of his other friends. One's in particular.

Will stares at her, startled, "No! No, I'm just going out of town to meet some friends."

"As in meeting friends and going out of town or meeting out-of-town friends?" Lucas inquires.

"What?"

Max snickers.

"What part of what I'm saying are you guys not getting?" Will asks. Were the Party really not understanding what he was saying? He is speaking English, right? "I'm going out of town to meet up with some friends. Friends from out of town."

Will's friends all gave a shallow sigh indicating that they finally understood.

"Well that sucks." Dustin complains. "Our Cleric isn't gonna be with us at Jennifer Hayes' party."

"She won't miss me." Will shrugs.

"Didn't she dance with you at the Snowball in '84?" Lucas asks.

"I can't even remember. Man, that was so long ago!" The Party members chuckle, thinking back to the memory. "Besides, I bet she just asked to dance with me because nobody else would dance with her."

"At least she knows your name...?"

"She called me Zombieboy."

Dustin lifts his shoulders in a shrug, "Oh well. She's too popular for us anyway. I'm just glad we got invited to her Party."

Will glances at his friend with an amused look, "Did we even get invited?"

Dustin gives the Party a sheepish smile as they all look at him expectantly. "Right... about that... I haven't gotten round to asking her if we could come."

The Party erupts in a mixtures of groans and laughs as they all complain to Dustin.

#

2 weeks later, Friday 15:58

Will was just putting some of his books back into his locker before heading to meet the party in the car park, but Mike had decided to come meet him at his locker first.

"Hey... Mike?" Will is surprised to see the ravenet there. Mike decides to ignore his questioning glance.

"Hey Will! I was just wondering if you wanted to come over to my house in the evening with the others? I've got Jaws: The revenge on DVD!" Mike exclaims excitedly, knowing that one of Will's favourite horror films was Jaws.

His smile falters though as his best friend doesn't seem as excited as he thought.

"Mike..." He starts, regretfully.

"C'mon Will, don't tell me you don't like Jaws anymore!"

"No, it's not that! I-I can't come. I'm going out again-"

Mike's grin drops further and suppresses himself from frowning. "Out-of-town friends?"

"Yeah." The boy nodded. Will would offer to cancel, but honestly, he doesn't really want to. "I'm sorry... it's just, I only get see them once a week... maybe Saturday or Sunday?"

Mike nods, a little disappointed, which caused Will to frown deeper. "I am really sor-"

"It's fine, Will, really. I get it, you should go see your friends."

His best friend beamed, which of course, only draws one on Mike's own face. "Thanks man, I promise we'll hang out this weekend. We can go to the Palace or go see Steve and Robin and-"

And the boys walks out of school, happily discussing their plans for the weekend.

;

Mike had decided to cancel all the plans for that Friday. Instead, he's going with Will to meet his out-of-town friends. Well, not exactly with Will, more like following behind him in his car, trying not to be noticed. He isn't trying to be creepy. He isn't stalking Will, just seeing where he goes every Friday.

Ok kind of creepy, but not intentionally!

Mike is kind of upset that Will always blows him off on Fridays- well he has for the last few weeks anyway. And Mike doesn't like it. In a way, he feels like he deserves it. He used to do this with El in the year if '85, before they had decided to be just friends. Poor Will, short, bowl cut Will Byers; all he wanted to do was play D&D, and Mike had just disregarded him the entire summer.

He had even gone as far as arguing with him, which never happens.

Mike doesn't like to think of the memory.

It's 5:34, and Mike is waiting in his car a few hundred metres away from the Byers' residence. It's already dark (hallelujah for mid-November!) so Mike doesn't have to worry about being seen. He knows to be waiting around half 5 as last week, Will had told the Party that he could only stay at the Palace until 30 past 5 so he could beat the traffic on his way out of Hawkins.

He's lucky though; Will is walking out to his car only minutes after half past. If Mike was a little late, that was it, his plan wouldn't have been able to go through. He watches as Will pulls his second-hand car out of his drive and down the road.

Slowly, and somewhat sneakily, Mike follows him, keeping a bit of a distance between the car and his own. He really hopes that wherever Will goes on Fridays is worth missing vital hanging out time with himself.

Around 25 minutes later, Mike finds that he is running low on gas which terrific! He didn't expect the place to be this far. Will had driven past the Leaving Hawkins sign, long ago. Thankfully though, Mike notices that they have started going into small inside roads, instead of staying on the mains, which he hopes means that they are almost there.

Almost where? He has no idea.

Will is beginning to slow down now, and Mike finally sees that they have reached a bright, glowing building. The music coming from inside is loud and could probably be heard from a mile away. In fact, Mike is surprised he hadn't heard it before. He sees the neon lights glaring at him through his frosty car windows and Mike is able to read the name of the place.

Rainbow

...bar?

Will has lead Mike to a bar? Mike stares shocked at the building but when he hears a large blare of a horn from behind him, he hastily pulls into the small car park nearby.

As he clambers out of his car after parking it, he squints his eyes to try and spot his best friend in the dark. He finds him at the place where he is paying for his place in the car park. Mike quickly jogs towards the Byers boy.

This is not part of the plan. Mike was not expecting Will to bring him to a bar!

When he catches his best friend, the look on Will's face can only be described as pure shock.

"M-Mike?" The short boy asks, disbelief evident in his voice. "What are you doing here?"

Mike swallows nervously, "I wanted to meet your out-of-town friends...?" He tries, chuckling lowly.

Wrong move.

In a flash, Will's face changes from shock to anger. "Y-you shouldn't be here!" He yells. Before Mike can defend himself, he is cut off. "What, are-are you stalking me or something?! I can't even meet my friends with out people watching and worrying about my every move! I do not need a babysitter! Was is it my mom? Did she set you up to do this?"

Mike stares at his friend, bewildered. "No!"

"Then what?" What are you doing here?" Mike figures that it isn't the right time to make a joke about being in a pop quiz. He stutters for an answer.

"Man, I just wanted to know why you always cancel our plans on Fridays!"

"To meet up with some friends! Do you not believe me or something?"

"No! I mean, I do! Of course I do!" Mike yells, exasperated. He looks around, back to the building. "Come on, Will. You always leave without telling us where you're going, and I get worried!"

"What do you think I do with my friends? We don't buy drugs and get drunk! We actually talk and just hang out with each other like I do with the Party!"

Mike hesitates, "Well we are at a bar."

Will groans and shoves the taller boy, catching him off guard. "You asshole!"

"Ok sorry! Sorry! I shouldn't have said that." Mike sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Look Will, you're right, I shouldn't have come here without telling you. I'm sorry."

Will huffs in annoyance, crossing his arms. After a beat he looks back at Mike. "I didn't hurt you did I?" He asks referring to the push.

Mike shakes his head, risking a smirk. "Your not very strong, Byers."

"Don't test me Wheeler." Will calls, strutting past him. Behind his shoulder, he yells for Mike to follow him in. "Might want to pay for your car first though."

After Mike has put a ticket in his car, both boys begin walking to the entrance to the bar. "So have you got like a fake ID or something." The curly haired boy asks his best friend, who shakes his head.

"They don't check." Mike shrugs as they walk through the door.

Immediately, he is hit with a surge of heat with was nice compared to the freezing temperatures outside. Blindly, he follows Will through the tables. Will is nervous, he notices. Why is he nervous. "I like it here." Mike tells him, receiving a small smile.

And he does. It's nice, there are many lights illuminating the bar and not many people where there so there wasn't much noise, despite the loud music.

Finally Will leads him to a small 4- table where two other girls are already seated. One has dark skin and a shaved yellow Afro, a lip rig hanging from her red-painted mouth. She is laughing loudly at something her companion has said, exposing her pearly teeth.

The other girl has died pink hair, underneath a black beanie. Her arms were covered in tattoos. In all honesty, Mike finds them quite intimidating and he can't believe that Will Byers is friends with them. His doubts are closed when they both shot up a hand to wave at the brunet.

He timidly walks up to the table and awkwardly watches as Will smiles and hugs the tattooed girl and fist bumps Lip Ring.

"High guys!" He says, a smile unleashing onto his lips. "Uh Mike this is Jemma and Carly." He says pointing to Lip Ring first and then to Beanie. "Guys... Mike Wheeler."

He awkwardly 'meets' with the two girls before sitting down onto one of the chairs around the table. As he listens to the conversation between the others around him (something about movies) he looks back around the bar.

It is filled with people he wouldn't expect. Some had lots of tattoos and piercings. Some had died their hair colours Mike didn't even know could be used on hair,- hell- some didn't even have hair, including women! There aren't many people in the building as it is barely 7 but Mike is definitely intrigued by those he could see. He can also see that all the people are ok with being very far into each other's comfort zones.

He even spotted two girls kissing. In despite of himself, Mike blushes and looks away.

He zones back into the conversation when he sees Jemma lean forward across, speaking in a low voice to Will.

"Hey Will, don't  look now but Charlie is totally checking you out." Mike freezes and looks behind to indeed see a boy around their age with black hair staring at the back of his best friend's head, a small blush on his cheeks. Will doesn't turn around or says anything.

Carly giggles, cling onto Jemma's arm. "You should go out with him! We've talked to him and he's quite sweet. And he had a big fat crush on you." An unpleasant feeling rests in Mike's stomach, which he had only felt when he used to see El talking to other boys back when they were still dating.

Jealousy.

Again, Will doesn't say anything, excusing himself to go to the bathroom, with a quick side wards glance towards Mike. Mike frowns at the two girls in front of him, Carly who is still giggling and Jemma who is smirking at him, leaning on her arm.

"So Mike." She starts to talk to him. "What brings you here? You got a thing for Byers?"

Mike stares, dumbfounded. "No! No, he's my best friend, that would be weird!" Mike is very aware that he is as red as tomato.

"Ok... then are you here because you've realised your new attraction to boys?" Carly asks.

"No! I- I don't like boys. I-I-I just wanted to meet Will's out-of-town friends." He stutters. Carly and Jemma share a knowing luck. Carly opens her mouth to say something but is cut off as Will has returned from the toilet, his cheeks pink.

Mike is thankful he is back. He doesn't talk to the girls for the rest of the night.

-

After the boys had left the bar, Mike asked Will if he wanted to stay over at his house for the night. Will had accepted and the boys were now in the Wheeler's basement, exhaustion running through their veins. After what feels like a decade of silence, Will speaks up with a timid voice.

"Do you hate me?" He asks.

Mike stares at him, a shocked look on his face. "What?"

Will sighs at his friend's obliviousness, "Mike do you know where we went to this night?"

"A bar..."

"Yes." Pause. "But there's something else."

"What?" Mike is confused, it was just a bar wasn't it?

"Mike," Will sighs, "that was...a gay bar."

#byler #dustin henderson #byler fanfic #mike wheeler #stranger things #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #eleven #el hopper

[dustinhendrsn]

code red // doom days

steve harrington & dustin henderson 2.5k - read on ao3 warning: major character death

a/n: here’s the product of all my angsty inspiration after that trailer! I’ll actually die if this happens in canon :)

“I have to go in there,” Steve whispers. Dustin looks up at him in shock, the glass of the doors cold against his palms.

“Are you crazy? Do you want to die?”

"I can stop him! He’s in human form, El’s got him weakened, we can finish this right here, right now.”

Dustin’s pulse starts kicking up at the thought of Steve fighting that. “You can’t.”

“He’s right, Steve,” Robin says from the other side of Dustin and Erica. “Billy kicked your ass once and that was before he got infected with this Upside-Down shit. Do you even have a plan?”

Steve chews his lip as he glances around the room they’re in, some kind of laboratory, lit only by the glowing capsule of green goop on a rolling metal table. A pair of thick glass doors separate them from a gasping, bloodied Billy collapsed on the floor in the better-lit next room. Just ten minutes ago they watched the monster version of him stumble through the doors, and as they sealed behind him, he went through a terrifying change from monster to human over the span of a few minutes, breaking several pipes and lights in the process. He doesn’t know they’re there; his eyes aren’t even open now. El’s done as much damage as possible and since she and the others have bigger problems at the moment, it’s just Dustin and his newfound friends.

Steve pushes away from the doors and grabs a lethal-looking syringe from a table. He unscrews the top off the capsule of green goop and dips the needle in, loading the syringe up with toxic-looking liquid.

“Are you serious?” Erica snaps. “You don’t even know if that stuff is deadly! For all you know, it could be some kind of antidote or something!”

“It’s gonna be fine,” Steve says, his eyes focused on Billy in the other room like their words aren’t even hitting his ears. He tugs off his red and blue work tie and drops it to the ground. “He’s down, he’s tired – this is our best shot. I’m going in there, I’m sticking him with this,” he waves the syringe at them, “and it’s going to kill him. This bastard has lived long enough.”

Dustin desperately grabs hold of his sleeve. “Come on, Steve – we can fight him together, he can’t take all four of us –“ His voice is breaking, his eyes are burning. He doesn’t care.

“No, no way. You can’t go in there. If he turns into a monster again or something, all of you are dead and it’s my fault. You can’t go in there,” Steve repeats.

“Neither can you!”

“Steve…” Robin stares at him in faint disbelief and shock. Steve shakes his head.

“Guys, when have I ever lost a fight?”

All three of their jaws drop. “You’ve lost every fucking fight you’ve ever fought!” Dustin yells. “This is insane, do you really think you can survive this? You’re brave, Steve, but you’re not invincible. Don’t do this, please.”

Steve’s eyes harden. “I have to. Don’t you get it, Dustin? This can all be over right now. Everyone will be safe again.”

“Don’t, Steve, please. You can’t – you – just – please –“

Dustin’s protests fall on deaf ears as Steve steps up to Robin. She’s speechless.

“If I…if something goes wrong, get them out of here, okay?” Steve says quietly, insistently. “Promise me you’ll get them out of here, Robin.”

Dustin watches Robin swallow, her expression still shocked. “I – I promise. I will.”

“Okay. Good.” Steve faces the doors, adjusts his grip on the syringe, and takes a deep breath. He looks at Dustin and offers a cocky smile, just like last Halloween before he stepped outside the bus, and Dustin feels a hot lump lodge itself in his throat. “Trust me, Dustin. It’s gonna be fine.”

However much he doesn’t want to, Dustin nods, unable to speak for fear he’ll start crying like a toddler. Steve reaches over and presses the button that opens the doors, and they slide apart with a cold hiss.

Dustin’s heart pounds against his ribcage, his stomach rolling over as Steve steps inside and the doors close behind him, separating them. Don’t die. Don’t die.

At the sound of Steve approaching Billy’s drooping eyes flicker open and he looks up from where he’s slumped against the wall on the floor. “Hey there, Harrington.”

“Billy,” Steve says flatly, slowly stepping closer, the syringe held defensively in his hand.

“You don’t look too great.”

“Yeah, well, it’s been a rough week.”

Billy gives a short, harsh laugh, and spits blood onto the floor. “Tell me about it.” He surveys Steve and as he does, Dustin sees something inhuman flash in his eyes, like the monster within is waking up. Steve, please, don’t die, don’t die, come on – “You here to kill me?”

“That’s the plan.” They’re just mere feet away now. “Nothing personal.”

“Well, then.” Billy pulls himself to his feet, using the wall as a support. As he stands and faces off Steve, something about his attitude shifts from careless to dangerous and he suddenly looks much less vulnerable and tired than he did on the floor. It has to be the monster inside him, bracing him, ready to kill. Dustin’s never seen anyone more terrifying – Billy’s eyes are crazed and almost entirely pupil, the veins on his throat and arms bulging and black. Dustin knows what’s lurking inside him;. Billy isn’t anywhere near human anymore, despite how much he might look like it.

There’s a tense moment of silence as they watch each other, deciding who’s going to strike first. Dustin realizes he isn’t breathing.

Then, quick as lightning, Billy lurches forward and swings his fist at Steve’s face. All the breath leaves Dustin’s chest in one exhale as Steve ducks, narrowly avoiding sticking the syringe into his own leg, and comes up behind Billy. He aims a punch to Billy’s side but Billy moves with the reflexes of the inhuman. Before Dustin can blink, Billy’s fist connects with Steve’s jaw and Steve lets out a shout. He charges forward and then they’re locked in a fight, moving so fast Dustin can barely keep up. Punch, dodge, swing, miss, connect, kick, dodge – both of them are bloodied and furious just ten seconds in, the room filled with shouts and swears. Steve is propelled by rage alone, Dustin can see it, but whether it’s at Billy or the monster or both, he doesn’t know. Then, Billy knocks Steve’s hand and the syringe goes flying across the tile.

“Fuck, fuck, shit, fuck, shit –“ Dustin is near hyperventilating, his fingernails digging so deep into his palms he’s afraid he’s bleeding. He has to do something. He looks around and then snatches the Supercomm from Erica. “Guys – Mike, Max, anyone – code red – I repeat, code red – we need help – someone, come in – we have Billy, come in, guys, we need help right now!”

Deep down he knows he’s powerless, even with the radio. None of their friends could get to them fast enough. He stands there with Robin and Erica, watching as Steve is dealt punch after blow after kick by a vicious, hateful, Upside-Down infected Billy. It’s not like Steve isn’t hitting back, but he’s not the one with a malicious supernatural being putting power behind his fists. Dustin feels every hit that lands on Steve. He’s on the verge of tears, and it’s getting worse every second, it’s bloodier and more painful to watch and Steve isn’t winning. Nothing is going right, nothing at all, please, please, please.

“We have to do something,” Dustin says urgently to Robin and Erica. “We have to help him –“

“He told us to stay here,” Robin says, her eyes glued to the fight. “We can’t, Dustin.”

“We have to –“

“We can’t!”

Billy is laughing as he swings hit after hit onto Steve and Steve is bleeding, trying, fighting, dying, and Dustin is yelling, unable to control himself anymore, banging his fists against the glass because this isn’t right, this isn’t what was supposed to happen, how, how, how can he get these fucking doors open, he needs to get to Steve, he has to stop this, he needs to help Steve –

“I have to help him!” Dustin screams, ducking under Robin’s arm to get to the button that opens the doors. He smashes his fist against it so hard the red plastic shatters and then the doors slide apart.

Steve’s eyes land on Dustin and go wide with pure fear. He lets out a roar, kicking Billy in the shin and stumbling backwards just as Dustin races in. Dustin tries to get to Steve even though he doesn’t have a plan or a chance, just terror and a desperate need to protect his friend – he’s fully prepared to start taking Billy’s hits so that Steve can get away – but before he can move, arms come up around him and he realizes Robin is holding him back. Billy’s attention flashes to the sudden intrusion and Steve takes advantage of it, swinging his fist into Billy’s jaw. Billy blinks, as if he didn’t feel a thing, as if he isn’t capable of feeling anything anymore, and then in a movement so fast that Dustin nearly misses it, he swipes the loaded syringe off the tile, yanks a bloodied and bruised Steve to him by his arm, and plunges the needle into his neck with such force that it’s more of a knife wound than an injection. Steve screams at the same time that Dustin does, their voices ringing off the walls. Steve tries to push Billy away, tries to get rid of the needle in his neck, claws at whatever he can reach. Billy is cackling, completely deranged, and Dustin is screaming himself hoarse, fighting to escape Robin’s grip because Steve is in danger, he has to save Steve -

Billy steps backwards, away from the fight, still laughing but devoid of any emotion. They all stare at him apprehensively, waiting for the next blow or lunge or stab, but it never comes.

“What, you need a snack break or something?” Steve jibes loudly, absolutely seething with anger. His face is blue and purple, his lips split and bleeding, his chest rising and falling with his shallow breaths. It hurts Dustin to look at him. Why did he do this, why did he need to do this, why, why, why –

“You’re already dead, Harrington,” Billy drawls. “No sense wasting my energy.”

Another beat passes, the hissing flow from the broken pipes slowing down, less than half of the white LED lights still shining. Dustin’s heart is thumping a rock concert against his ribcage and the floor is swaying beneath him. The needle is still in Steve’s neck – they have to get it out, they have to stop whatever poison is flowing through his veins before he –

“See you around,” Billy finally says slowly, unnaturally, and he turns away and heads for the exit on the other side of the room. Dustin struggles against Robin, trying to get free so he can run after Billy.

“Let me go –“

“No, Dustin –“

“Let me kill him!” Dustin screams. A wild rage surges through him, spreading like wildfire and consuming every other thought, but Robin won’t let him go and half a second later, the door swings shut behind Billy and he’s gone.

“Guys?”

Dustin, Robin, and Erica whirl around simultaneously to see Steve standing there, dazed, the syringe held in his hand. Blood drips down the column of his throat and from the tip of the needle.

“Steve?” Dustin says, his voice echoing in the silence. Does he dare hope? Steve is standing, so that means he’s okay, right? He looks at Dustin and after a blank moment, a profound sadness floods his eyes. Dustin’s heart seizes up. “Steve –“

Steve’s eyes close and he drops to the ground like a stone, the syringe clattering to the tile. An agonized scream rips its way out of Dustin’s throat, something like “No!” and Robin releases him. He scrambles towards Steve, falls to his knees at his best friend’s side. “No, no, no, no – wake up, Steve.” He shakes Steve’s shoulders almost violently, his chest closing up. “Steve, wake up! You have to get up!”

Any second now, Steve’s going to open his eyes. He’s going to take a deep breath and make some dumbass joke about how that was a close one.

But he doesn’t. He is completely, utterly still. His hair is matted with blood and splayed across the tile; a bit of lime green liquid trickles out from the spot where the syringe pierced him, mingling with dark blood. Dustin hovers over him, still waiting, waiting, because he’s going to wake up, he always does, he’s…

“Steve?” he whispers. His voice shatters before he can get the full word out, and the tears that had been brimming in his eyes now spill over like a broken dam, flowing hot and salty down his cheeks. “Steve, please – we need you – come on, Steve, please –“

The truth of it hits him at every point of contact on his soul like a tidal wave. His heart splinters and fractures and falls to pieces as he stares at Steve and memories rush through his mind, memories once bright and happy and full of spring and summer and being best friends with someone cool, someone who gets Dustin, memories now permanently stained with horror and violence and death.

He wants to throw up, kill something, tear his own feelings apart. Instead, he presses his face to Steve’s chest and cries into torn and bloodstained fabric. He should have tried harder. He should have done more, should have held Steve back or gone in with him or done something to prevent this horrible, unimaginable result. It’s my fault, he thinks, he knows. All of it. He was such a fucking idiot; why is he such a stupid kid? The wave keeps slamming into him, over and over and over, dragging him down and keeping him from surfacing.

“Please,” he sobs, his lungs so full of grief that it’s all he’s breathing anymore. “Please, Steve.”

He can’t think, can’t feel. His entire body is trembling; his fingers are numb. Steve does not, and will not, wake up, and the loss is suffocating him from the inside out. Why, why, why?

What did Steve do to deserve this?

What did Dustin do to deserve to lose him?

“Please.”

Dustin is certain he’s about to pass out. He’d be grateful for it – anything is better than this harsh, unfeeling reality. After what feels like both half a second and an eternity, the crackling of radio static reaches his ears. He lifts his head; Robin and Erica are standing there, tears silently streaming down their faces, Erica holding the Supercomm.

“Dustin – Dustin, come in, it’s Mike – we’re on our way to help you guys – just tell us where you’re at – Dustin – Dustin, come in –“

Dustin lets out another painful, racking sob into Steve’s chest. Please. Please. Please.

It’s far too late; he's gone.

tagging some friends who I know are just as in love with the steve & dustin friendship as I am <3

@fatechica @calpurnias @mikewheeler @formerlyjannafaye @ericasinclairs @elshopper @summer-in-hawkins @she-who-the-river-could-not-hold 

#this hurt to write #and if it ever actually happens in canon i will riot #st fanfic #thewives #anna puts words together #st #s3 #steve harrington #dustin henderson #stevedustin #also three cheers for an updated version!

[theimpossiblehologramtree]

Auntie El |Steve Harrington|

Word Count: 1038

Warnings: teen pregnancy, swearing, cute smol Steve and El

Requested: hello love! happy birthday! i’m touched that you consider me a mutual and i’m so excited to participate in the fullest in this birthday sleep over! i might as well start with a blurb. now as much as i think teen pregnancy as not smart i honestly see steve harrington as a young father type. like i just imagine his girlfriend getting pregnant and he’s so scared and so happy. and like imagine the kids man. dustin would be so excited to be an uncle and eleven would be so cute around a baby like wow! by @itsfangirlmendes for my birthday sleepover!

A/N: THANK YOU SOSO MUCH, HUN! 💕💕 I was afraid no one is goint to participate but there you are. 💖 I love you so much for that💞🐝 Hope you'll like it. Let me know what you think!

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Gif's not mine. Credits to the owner.

Two lines.

Two fucking lines.

That was it. You were pregnant with Steve Harrington. You knew he won't like to keep the baby and he will probably dump you as soon as you tell him. You were only seventeen both of you not ready for the baby. Despite being together for almost a year neither you or your boyfriend ever talked about the future.

'Fuck' you whispered not knowing how to tell Steve you are expexting. You pressed your forehead against the mirror as another wave of nausea hit you.

'(Y/N)?' you've heard a familiar voice coming from your room. Steve. 'Are you okay?'

'Yes. I'll be out in a second' you managed to say before throwing up once again. Suddenly you felt a pair of hands grab your hair out of your face. You didn't have the time to see who it was as you buried your head in the toilet again. After a few seconds you felt better.

'(Y/N) what's wrong, babe?' Steve asked with concern in his eyes. You knew it was the moment but you were so scared to tell him. Quickly brushing your teeth and cleaning your face you turned back to face him.

'Steve... There is something I need to tell you' you said hesitantly and took a deep shaky breath.

'What is it, babe? Tell me, please' he smiled gently and took your hand in his stroking it with his thumb.

'I'm pregnant.'

At first he just stared at you in disbelief. The worst scenarios were running through your mind as you stayed silent. The tears started to fall down your cheeks while you waited for your boyfriend to answer. Finally after what felt like hours Steve cracked a smile and let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

'And it's mine?' he asked slowly looking directly into your (Y/E/C) eyes.

You nodded. 'Listen I understand if you don't want to raise a child with me, I really do. There is a lot of single teenage moms out there who decided to keep their babies.

'Oh, (Y/N). I'm not gonna let you go. It will be hard but I feel like we are gonna manage.I want to be part of this baby's childhood and it needs a father after all. I love you and I love this baby. I know I am not perfect but I will do anything I can to help you' he whispered letting his own tears fall down. You pulled him in a hug burying your face in his chest.

'I love you' you repeated over and over again. You couldn't believe he didn't let you go. He was going to be such a good father and you were so happy to have such a great boyfriend.

Nine months later you were sitting in Steve's house holding your babygirl on your lap. Your boyfriend was standing next to you looking anciously out the window every few seconds. You could sense him being nervous. You couldn't help but giggle at him bitting down on his lip and ruffling his hair. Today was the day your friends were meeting your baby for the first time.

'It's okay, Stevie darling. They're gonna love her.'

He sighed and sat down on a couch beside you.

'I know but... What if she won't like them?' he asked looking you straight in the eyes.

Before you got the chance to answer you were disturbed by a sound of a doorbell. Steve stood up to get the door and you could hear familiar voices coming from the hall. Few seconds later Dustin, Lucas, Max, Will, Mike, Eleven, Nancy, Johnatan, Joyce and Hopper walked into the room followed by your boyfriend who was now smiling.

'(Y/N)! How are you?' your bestfriend Nancy asked kissing your cheek.

'Not bad, but this little angel here is the pain in the neck sometimes' you answered jokingly pointing at your daughter. Fortunately she was asleep so you didn't have to deal with her.

'Is she really that terrible?' asked Joyce approaching you two and sitting on the couch.

'She has an attitude. Just like her father' you looked over to Steve who was grinning proudly. You could see little sparks of joy flickering in his eyes. The comfortable scilence was interrupted by Dustin's purring. The boy leaned closer to see (Y/D/N)'s face.

'She is so fucking cute, (Y/N). Congrats!'

'Hey hey. No swearing near the baby, kid!' Steve smacked the back of his head. Ever since you gave birth he became very overprotective and cut down cursing to minimum. You wasn't even allowed to say 'heck' next to the baby. Although it was not nessesary, as she still would learn swears anyway, you found it sweet and adorable that he cared for your child. 'She'll learn them and I don't want her to be a troublemaker like me, shithead.'

You all laughed at his expression when he realised he accually cursed in front of his babygirl. His cheeks turned red and he hid his face in his hands.

Eleven was the next one to approach. She gently kneeled in front of you and stared at you.

'Here El. You can hold her' you said smiling softly and handing her (Y/D/N). After showing her how to hold the baby properly she looked down at the newborn.

'Oh look. She's awake' said Jonhatan. You glanced down at Eleven and your child and noticed that indeed she wasn't sleeping anymore but she was also about to cry. Her eyes started to water as she let out a series of quiet whimpers. Everyone held their breath in unision. Before you had time to react El pressed a sloppy kiss to baby's forehead and started rocking her gently to the sides. (Y/D/N) stopped crying instantly. You stared in pure confusion at them not understanding what just happened. You were so touched by Eleven's soft side that you had to bit your lip to stop yourself from tearing up.

'Maybe we have to invite El more often' you heard Steve murmur against your hair while hugging you from the back.

'Yeah. Definitely' you whispered back leaning into his touch.

#stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #majka writes #my birthday sleepover

[10kiaoi]

For the 007 Fest Anon prompt: The Hour AU (Q as Freddie, Bond as the handsome new anchor; they start off hating each other, but is their hatred really something more? :D) Notes: Unbetaed, this one exploded well beyond my usual word count and several segments did give me a bit of grief.

The first time Bond was made aware of Q’s existence was a gorgeous, bespectacled young man splashing his tea all over Bond’s only suit. Bond’s disposition had whiplashed from casual appreciation to downright indignation. Any thought of potential connection promptly flew out the window off a high speed train and fell down three hundred feet into a raging river where it died a cold, hard death.  

On hindsight, it had been the precursor to the eventual state of their relationship.

The disgust in M’s face as she berated Bond in her office had cemented his absolute hatred for the skinny twig of an almost-boy, and he found himself fantasizing about retribution as he was sent off to Wardrobe for an emergency change of clothes.

People had stared as he had made his way towards the Wardrobe Department. Complete strangers. His colleagues now, Bond mentally corrected. Some, like his producer Moneypenny, had managed a brief chuckle and sympathetic smile before offering directions to Wardrobe. Others had turned away with their posture screaming derision, unceremoniously writing off the newcomer who could not even turn up for his first day at work without disaster lunging at his heels.

The other man had the gall to not even realise the utterly humiliating gaffe he had subjected Bond to. On Bond’s first day at his new workplace. As the anchor to a prime time news slot.  

A brief glimpse of Q with noise cancelling headphones around his slender neck, deep in animated discussion about one thing or another with another employee only served to infuriate Bond even farther. His eyes caught on how the tie was cinched tightly up to Q’s throat, how the soft cardigan hugged his slender frame. A hand reached up to sweep back long wavy locks out of his eyes and Bond’s mouth went dry.

Q looked up momentarily, some sixth sense alerting him to the scrutiny. His eyes swept over Bond, absent of the barest hint of recognition.  

It was only by sheer force of will that Bond managed to direct a charming smile in the Head of Wardrobe, Danielle’s, direction despite being half drenched with tea.

The utter ignominy of his situation was an inferno in his chest.

-----

Bond flipped through a thick stack of notes Q had just dumped in his tender care. He scoffed haughtily, and sneered. Then proceeded to point out every minor typo and unrealistic suggestions in the printout.

Anathema was the word of the day and Bond relished the sick sense of satisfaction as an eager smile flattened with every caustic remark, then gained an increasingly annoyed cast.

A stubborn stick of a tongue out past wet pink lips nearly thoroughly derailed Bond’s train of thought, made him gape in disbelief.  

The following impudent quip about inflexibility and old dogs and new tricks was met with equal righteous force. The challenge in rebellious hazel eyes couldn’t go unchecked.

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“Whatever it is between the both of you, sort it out. With the director threatening a company-wide restructuring, we can’t afford having you two cock this up,” M, delightful M barks, “Get out of my sight and don’t come back until you start acting like the professionals you are!”

“If only old mutts could take instructions as well,” Q muttered mutinously under his breath.

“It would seem professionalism is a tall order for an untried pup,“ Bond drawled in response, posture forcibly relaxed.

M fixed a look of complete disappointment on them.

Out of the corner of his eye, Bond caught sight of his barb striking true. He eyed the way knuckles whitened and the corners of eyes tightened. The sheer satisfaction at successfully triggering a rise made his toes curl in his shoes. It almost made up for the dripping tea forming a puddle between the both of them in the middle of M’s office.

M made a cutting gesture, dismissal clear.  

Bond gave a sarcastic little salute, holding the door open with his back. Q barged past him wordlessly, a bony shoulder colliding with his own. Bond’s lips curled, something territorial in him raising its hackles in offense at the blatant disrespect. His mood dropped even further when he detected several individuals, both men and women, whose eyes were glued to the way Q’s damp button up had turned translucent and clung to his skin.    

A low snarl from deep in his chest had everyone in the bullpen hastily ducking their head. They pretended to be engrossed in their work and not have been utterly captivated by the spectacular row that had just taken place. The grapevine had found their fodder and it would be good for a few weeks of idle chatter over the kettle in the break room.

Q stormed off towards the loo, shoes squelching loudly and leaving the imprints of his soles behind with every step.

When Q was well out of sight or earshot, Moneypenny finally approached with faint disapproval in her eyes. In her hand was a garment bag. She lifted it and declared loftily, “Danielle took the liberty of ensuring a spare suit in your size being on hand at all times.” Her lips twitched, “Word has it you share a rather familiar relationship with tea of all things.”

Bond grunted, disgruntlement surging, “familiar isn’t the word I’d use. And I would hardly call the thing between us a relationship.” He reached for the garment bag.

“I had pegged you as a coffee guy at first, you know,” Moneypenny chuckled, handing the article over easily. “Seems there’s no accounting for taste.”

“Miss Moneypenny,” himself and scandalised were two things he had never considered would ever be in the same sentence.

Moneypenny tutted, “Do try not to pull Q’s pigtails too much. We rather like having him here. You wouldn’t want him to start believing that accepting Max Denbigh’s offer would be an excellent idea, would you?” Then, shaking her head, she made her way back through the throngs. They parted for her like the red sea.

Bond stared after her, outrage warring with a complete loss for words.

Offer?

-----

The sight of Max Denbigh pushing his luck and cornering Q in the break room with slick words and an aggressive body language had Bond seething. Just shy of boiling right over, he swiftly retreated back into the shadows before the room’s occupants caught wind of his attendance in their little tête-à-têt.  

The mysterious malfunction in the breakroom sprinklers was just fortuitous timing, really.

A soaked Max Denbigh throwing a hissy fit as he was escorted out by security was the highlight of Bond’s day. Watching from the sidelines, he thought about how it was a crying shame that one could not frame the moment up in gold and glass.

Or maybe not, judging by the number of phones out.

Attention fully on a grinning Moneypenny who was gleefully recording the proceedings for posterity, Bond did not see the furrowed brows and knowing glance thrown his way from behind dripping curls.

-----

The apprehension on Moneypenny’s face informed Bond he hadn’t quite managed to temper his distraction throughout the live broadcast. His eyes repeatedly strayed back to Q who categorically avoided all eye contact with Bond and focused instead on ensuring the audio and visual feeds were free of issues.

A slip of a pink tongue darted out to wet dry lips. Bond barely recovered in time to smile charmingly into the recording camera’s lens. Moneypenny’s frown deepened.

Q? Going to work for Max Denbigh?

It had to be a joke. A dreadful, ghastly joke borne out of a paper pusher’s boredom. The very thought was offensive. No matter how much of a nuisance Q had been, he didn’t deserve being subjected to that dubious character.

A part of Bond, deep down and barely acknowledged, was aggrieved that Q would even entertain the thought of Max Denbigh as any semblance of a respectable choice in his career path.   

As loathe as Bond was to admit it… Q could do so much better.  

A casual probe around the office readily revealed that the grapevine had even more to say about Max Denbigh than about the quarrel between Bond, James Bond and Q, and that was saying quite the something.  

Bond’s heart recoiled in horror the more he heard.

-----

Bond paused at the sound of his name and familiar voices echoing within the lavatory.  

“I don’t know what to do, Bill,” the stark distress in Q’s voice would have affected Bond had it come from anyone else. Unfortunately, it came from the one upstart who had consistently picked fights with him since the first moment they came into contact.

Frankly put, the Bond of Before would have been hard pressed to give any fucks. That was, until recollection of the Offer doused him with a cold hard dose of reality. Damn Moneypenny for being nosy and interfering.

Bill Tanner, the chief of staff, chimed in softly, “perhaps you should sit down with Bond and have a chat over a cuppa. I’m sure it’s all a misunderstanding, clearing it up would do you both good.”

The bitter laugh sent chills down Bond’s spine. Set off something in him curling in utter need to set things right.  

“He abhors me,” Q had no right to sound so shattered, so wholly distraught when he had made it his personal mission to ensure that Bond’s work life resembled a private purgatory.  

“I don’t want him to despise me,” the broken, sincere admittance was like a punch to Bond’s chest, rudely stealing all his breath.

Bond did the only thing he could- he turned and fled.  

He had gotten out of earshot quickly enough that the cut-off sound of pure dismay behind him failed to register.

----

Though only half the day had passed, Bond shirked duty and escaped to the roof. The chilly wind had an effect, clearing his head and allowing him to think. After an hour or so, his mobile started vibrating with urgency. He finally turned it off altogether and abandoned it in his pocket.

Uninterrupted, Bond breathed.

The weak afternoon sun turned into a setting one, until finally it dropped low enough that surrounding buildings obscured it. Lights started going out, as the building’s day occupants left in droves, till only the essential remain lit. When even the sounds of traffic had died down, Bond finally made his way back into the office bullpen.

He located Q’s desk, by reasoning of it being organized chaos. It was littered with cables of all sorts. Thick technical manuals and full folders were slotted between utilitarian metal bookends. And when that filled up, they were stacked haphazardly on top of each other. A familiar set of noise cancelling headphones was hung up carefully on a stand. The desk and corkboard was plastered with notes and reminders. A little ceramic figurine of a tuxedo cat watched Bond with its beady little painted eyes from where it sat next to a keyboard.    

A cough had him whipping around, mind illogically jumping from a robber breaking in to Max Denbigh returning for retribution.

Instead, he found Q watching him with a cocked head, clutching a freshly cleaned mug. Droplets ran down the side of it, where they collected on slender fingers.

His mind came up short on excuses for entering Q’s space uninvited.

Q simply looked resigned.

“Bar might still be open,” Bond grunted.  

A pregnant pause permeated the air.

“A date, Mr Bond?”

“Take it or leave it,” Bond growled, then winced. “I meant, accept, or don’t. It could hardly do any more damage.” He had a feeling the nonchalance he had aimed for had fallen flat on its face.

Q studied him, gingerly setting his mug down on the edge of his desk. “I didn’t think this was the sort of conversation you’d want taking place three steps away from patrons already hyped up on testosterone.” Q’s lips quirked like an afterthought.  

Bond shrugged, unaccountably awkward.    

-----

They did end up in a bar. Everywhere else had already started cleanup for the night.

It was a dinky little place. Clean and polished enough and not terribly overpriced for an unexpected trip. The telly was on, a football match playing out and watched by a few avid fans. The drinks were decent, but they weren’t the main attraction of the night. That sat across the table in the booth they had claimed, food and drink barely touched. His was in no better a state.

Q was quiet, unable, or unwilling, to meet his eyes.

“Maybe this was a bad idea,” Q rose.

The background crowd booed as a penalty goal was a miss.

Bond caught his wrist in a burst of movement.

Q slowly returned to his seat.

“Max Denbigh.” Bond couldn’t help the instinctive hiss. It briefly earned him an amused look. “What did he want with you?”

Q shrugged, “He had an opening. He was looking to fill it. That was a neat little trick, what you did with the sprinklers. Did you hold a lighter to the smoke alarm?”

Bond’s face scrunched. “Are we playing twenty questions now?”

Contrition was sour in his mouth. Q had closed off again. The frustration was rising again. They were getting nowhere.  

A sharp piercing whistle from the referee restarted the game.

Miraculously, Q took another gamble. Laid down his own cards face up for the world to see. “Everyone said, this man was hell to work with. He was harsh and expected results. Discarded incompetent people like one gets rids of an old shirt.”

Playing with the edge of a napkin, Q continued, “But, he was good. He was excellent- the best. Was one in a million. To be accepted by him-” Q cut off, choked.  

“This amazingly capable man said, within a minute of meeting, to me,” Q took a deep breath, a distinctly wounded cadence woven through his words, “I could only have gotten where I was by trading favours.”

Saw me and judged me unworthy.

A lament went up as the favourite team of the night lost their possession of the soccer ball on the telly.

Bond had never felt such revulsion for himself. For having made such a brilliant person doubt himself.

Regret was unprofessional, M had said.

Bond had never been confronted with his own unprofessionalism more.

He swallowed, held himself tense in anticipation of the fallout of showing his hand. “M- she handpicked me. She chose me when she could have picked anyone else.”

“I didn’t want to- Couldn’t not give it my all.” Bond shrugged casually, at odds with the seriousness of their conversation. “That first day, I showed up in her office with tea all over my clothes.”

Realisation and mortification had crept over Q’s face. The napkin had long been abandoned. It brought Bond no pleasure now.

A loud, excited yell went up when the team managed to retrieve the ball.    

Bond smiled, a chagrined little thing, “I thought you had it out for me.”

Bond was startled when Q threw his head back and honest-to-goodness laughed. As he wiped a stray tear away, Q shuddered. “I thought the same of you.” The harrowed, self-deprecating grin hurt. An agonized noise escaped Bond’s throat.

“We’ve been a pair of utter numpties,” Q confessed. His fingers tapped out a nervous beat on the table.   

It had turned strangely tense, a quiet taking over the bar patrons and charging the atmosphere with something electric as the favoured team’s forward player made for the goalposts with the package.

Bond rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “Speak for yourself,” he grumbled gruffly, reaching for his wallet. He pulled out a stylized black namecard, held it out in Q’s direction.

“Bond, James Bond. I can be a twat, but I get my shit together eventually, or so I’ve been told.”  

Q fingered the namecard reverently, awe on his face. His mouth opened, but no words came forth, the genius caught off guard and disarmed of his wits.  

“If we could start over at the beginning,” softly, Bond promised, “I’m game if you are.”

The bar broke out in raucous cheers as the match ended four to three.

-----

They met right outside the door to M’s office, exchanging a reaffirming examination of each other. A quick, standard crosscheck before they dived off a bridge- before they bit the bullet and pitched their project to the Evil Queen of Numbers. Then they stepped into the Queen’s court.  

“This would be utterly-” They could do this, together.

“-perfect. We wouldn’t get another chance like this. We-” They just had to find the right buttons.

“-need to act with all haste. It would just be dreadful-” Failure was a possibility, but they had done their best to mitigate it.

“-Christ knows Max Denbigh would jump at the chance-” The very mention of that name, the could-have-beens that it personified, still brought towering rage and relief in equal orders that was quickly repressed in lieu of their mission.

“And we need to stick it to that son of a bitch,” Bond and Q ended in a chorus. Both fixed M with resolute stares, ready to argue their case in the unlikely event they were refused.

With the both of them as a team, they could achieve anything they set their collective minds to.

“I think I rather preferred when you two were hurling a cuppa at each other,” M remarked dryly, fingers laced primly. Her gaze was piercing, and Bond barely managed to clamp down on the urge to fidget like a schoolboy brought up in front of the principal. Q didn’t quite manage the same level of control.

A firm press of Bond’s thigh to his under the table ended the nervous tick. Q straightened.

Brilliant, brilliant man. The pride welling in Bond was overwhelming.

-----

The door slammed shut behind them. They leaned against the partition, side by side. A peek in the other’s direction revealed matching, blinding grins. Q broke out in a laugh that dazzled Bond and warmed him right down to his toe tips. Moneypenny whistled. Tanner just looked entranced.

“What are you lot staring at!” Bond bellowed irately.

In the bullpen, their colleagues ducked, hastily returning to their work. They were left to contemplate their victory in all things in semi privacy.

They did it. Tonight, they were victorious.

#007 fest #00q #teambondvillains #james bond #quartermaster #007 #007 fest 2018 #art by op #*groans* #this is possibly one of the longest things I've written #not counting drafts and plot bunnies that get nowhere #writing the reconciliation was a nightmare #hms 00q

[hot-witch999]

To Hold Me Closer (Part 1) / Bucky Barnes X Reader

Pairing: 1940s!Bucky x Reader, Steve Rogers x sister!Reader

Summary: Small, sweet, innocent Steve has a younger sister that is the complete opposite to him. They all grew up together, causing trouble and having fun however how will their friendship continue when Bucky is sent to war and Steve continues down his dangerous army bound path. (Female reader)

Warnings: Bullying, a few swear words, mentions of blood, angst, bit of a sad ending.

A/N: This is probably going to be really bad as I'm not the best writer and this is my first time writing a fic with the reader involved, also very sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes. My POV does switch around a lot and it might not be entirely right in areas, sorry 😬 not my gif🙃

1927

(Steve - 9, Bucky - 10, Y/N - 8)

The light filtered through the trees shading the pair as they decided where to strike next. Sarah Rogers watched her 9 year old son and his best friend hide behind the large maple tree whilst her 8 year old daughter flattened herself against the side of the building. She was busy sewing together the childrens new school uniform, adjusting the legs of the trousers to accommodate the growth that was sure to come. It was a relaxing afternoon which was usually uncommon in their family and neighbour hood. Looking up she saw the two boys jump out behind the Elm, both supporting sticks as they ran towards the buildings edge. She could hear their boyish voices rolling across the yard as they uttered the noises of guns before rounding on the girl supporting two rocks. She let out a small chuckle as she realised her daughter was standing her ground against her brother and friend. Sarah could hear the clips of high heels leading down the alley towards her seat, Winifred sat down next to her making sure not to disturb Sarah’s work. “Where are they then?” The woman asked looking around for the three little children. “Attacking Y/N with their ‘guns’.” Sarah told her a smile evident on her face. With a lot of screaming and laughing the trio rounded the corner, Steve at front as Y/N and James tried to catch him. Y/N was laughing loudly a bright smile spread across her face a hand connected with James as he dragged her forward. “Sarah don't you think Y/N and James would be a lovely pair in the future?” Winifred asked as she relaxed more into the bench, separating her sons clothing from the others. “You know what Winifred I couldn't agree more.” Sarah replied as she continued her sewing with sounds of childrens laughter drifting softly into her ears.

 1934

(Steve - 16, Bucky - 17, Y/N - 15)

Y/N could hear the crack as Billy Richardson’s fist connected with Steve’s face, she could see the blood dripping from his nose and dying his white shirt with its scarlet beads. She lunged forward grasping her hands around Billy’s forearm trying to pull him away from her brother. “For gods sake Billy pick on someone your own size why don’t you!” She shouted as she managed to grab him away and position herself in between the bully and her incapable brother. Billy had a look of pure hatred on his face and Y/N started to worry that he would beat her up just to get to her brother who doesn’t know when to shut his big mouth. “Someone like me.” A voice said from the opening to the alley, a voice she would recognise anywhere.

There behind Billy’s right shoulder stood James Buchanan Barnes, a cocky smirk plastered to his face and a glint in his steely blue eyes. “Leave. This isn’t your fight Barnes, the punk deserves it and so does his slutty sister.” Billy said as he glanced over at Bucky. He turned his head back to me as my cheeks heated at the accusation. It was a common thought that most of the school obtained, but no matter how many times I heard it it still rose this reaction. I would become embarrassed and shy away from the rumours, until after when it would sink in and then the anger would start to bubble away. It would usually lead me to do something reckless and stupid. Last time when Daisy Perkins told the whole class that I was a slut I threw her new and expensive bike in the sea, let’s just say I lost a lot of ‘friends’ that day.

“You really shouldn’t have said that.” Bucky muttered before swinging his fist at Billy. Billy stumbled back as I pulled Steve out from behind the bins. Hitting his head against the side of a steel bin Billy slumped to the floor. Bucky strolled over to the both of us wrapping his arm around Steve’s shoulder. No words needed to be passed between you, you all new Steve had done something stupid (like usual) to start this argument and you were both great full for Buckys appearance. I looked over at Bucky his piercing eyes already looking over at me, his eyes were reassuring, calming the anger that was already starting to rise inside me.

1936

(Steve - 18, Bucky - 19, Y/N - 17)

“Y/N calm down its really not that bad.” Steve muttered as he entered the living room. Cuts were peppered across his face and dirt stained the front of his shirt. “Not that bad! Your covered head to toe in wounds for gods sake!” I shouted as I stamped my way towards him, medical kit in hand. Roughly pushing him into dad’s armchair I attacked him with the antiseptic enjoying the slight hisses of pain he made. “You’re bloody lucky that mum has had to take a longer shift than usual,” I mutter as I flick the gravel out from a scrape on his knee “who was it this time?”. Steve sighs before saying “Billy Richardson and his cronies again, they cornered me and were telling me th- it doesn’t matter.” I glanced up at him, his eyebrows were furrowed and he was avoiding my eyes. “It was about me wasn’t it.” I grumble as a slow burning feeling begins inside me. He nods his head finally looking me in the eyes. “Is it true? Did you get it on with both Billy and Max?” He asks still looking at his bloody knuckles.

I shake my head in disbelief, it was another stupid rumour, one of many that drifted around. I lift my hand up gently placing it under Steve’s chin so that his face and baby blue eyes finally look into my own. “It’s just a rumour Steve, I’m still a virgin if that’s what you want to know. Don’t believe them and don’t rise to their bait, okay?” I say surprisingly calmly as inside I’m already hatching a plan of how to get my own back on Billy’s group. He nods his head before pulling me into a hug against his fragile body.

I continue to clean his cuts unbeknownst to Bucky Barnes creeping up behind my back or the fact that Steve has a shit eating grin stretched across his face. Suddenly two hands grab my shoulders and I scream knocking over the antiseptic as I kick my legs out to spin around. Steve’s dying of laughter behind me and I’m face to face with a smirking James Buchanan Barnes. “It’s not fucking funny!” I shout as I smack Bucky’s arm, a flutter in my heart as his beautiful eyes crinkle. “Language Y/N!” Bucky chuckles out, sarcasm clear in his tone. I playfully try to attack him like we used to as very young children, pelting cotton balls at him as I sit on my heels. Bucky’s lips push together into a pout as he crawls his way towards me, he pounces on me hands outstretched as he tickles my sides. Loud screaming laughs spilling from my mouth as I try and pry off his hands. He eventually stops and I’m left staring up at him as a swelling feeling rises in my heart. How I wish I could just grab his face and pull his lips down to my own, show him how much I actually adore him.

“Are you two done as I was promised a dance tonight?” Steve says breaking the silence and making Bucky and I jump apart. Steve was freshly dressed, hair in its usual brushed down side parting and supporting his braces that he’s had since he was 12. I nod my head and quickly go to my room to get changed. Once behind my door I let out a sigh, placing my hands on my head I move towards the wardrobe. I need to get these feeling out of my system, Bucky’s my best mate for gods sake.

By the time I exit my room Steve is starting to get anxious, pacing around the living room like a nutter. “Ta da!” I say as I do a little spin in my doorway showing off the dress that I had worn so many times before, but hey that’s what happens when you don’t have the luxuries of money to spare. Bucky smirks from the kitchen doorway he’s leaned upon whilst Steve snaps to attention worry written across his features before his frail body relaxes. “I guess we should get going then huh?” Steve says as he swipes up my purse from the coffee table, we make it to the door, Steve double checking he set the locks and then down the Main Street. Arms linked together like we did when we were much younger and had less to worry about, especially in the romance department.

1940

(Steve - 22, Bucky - 23, Y/N - 21)

It was only my second drink that day, that doesn’t make me an alcoholic right? So what if it was only 3 in the afternoon, a girls got to find some fun where she can. I was standing behind the counter of a grimy diner that I had only recently started working at. It wasn’t busy, understandably, one look at it would send even rats running. Why did I work at this establishment? Because I could do whatever I wanted and still get paid for it, mainly because the owner of ‘Sally’s special diner’ was intoxicated 24/7 and that there son had a creepy crush on me. I swept the wet rag over the counter cleaning the plastic sides of grime that wasn’t even there. The ownly people who came in here were the mates of the owner, Steve and Bucky and they were off trying to scrounge up the money to got to Coney Island this weekend.

We had all wanted to go for years but always complications would make it impossible for us to go, for example last year we were going to go the weekend before Halloween but Bucky somehow burst a pipe in our joint apartment and Steve and I had to chip into mum’s will to pay for it. So to say I wasn’t hopeful would be an understatement, to be honest it wouldn’t surprise me if they both somehow managed to loose more money than they’d found. 

The jingle of the bell above the door alerted me to someones presence, in stumbled an out of breath Steve and Bucky. They quickly shut the door and dove out of the way of the windows and behind the counter. Before I could ask what the hell they were doing the door opened again and in walked a giant. I mean a literal giant. He was 6 foot 4 and entirely muscle, a beard was covering his face and I started to wish I could hide behind the counter as well. I plastered a fake smile across my face and put on my best act of friendly hostess. “Hi,  what can I help you with today?” I said making sure to keep eye contact with the man or should I say beast. “Have you seen two scrawny little boys around sweet cheeks?” he asks, voice as gruff as expected. It was then that I also came to the conclusion that the ‘two scrawny little boys’ this man was after were the two hiding beside my feet. “I saw two men running past the diner a little while ago, they seemed to be going down to the corner store. Does that help?” I say innocently, pointing out the corner store down the street. “Thanks, darling.” he shouted as he ran back out the door, bell screaming for its life. 

I swivelled around to face the two boys, they were both chuckling at their narrow escape. “What the fuck did you two do now?” I sigh, death glare directed at them. “Its a long story doll, but we are going to Coney Island tonight!” Bucky announced. 

*time skip cause I'm lazyyyyyyyy*

It was indeed a story, they had apparently managed to scrounge some money up and when they went to get tickets they were sold out for next weekend but they still had some remaining for tonight so they had decided to surprise me. However the guy behind them, the giant, had also wanted to tickets for tonight and when he found out they had gotten his tickets he freaked out and started chasing them. I suppose they are lucky to have me so ready to lie for them. 

We were finally at Coney Island! Well technically the gate for Coney Island but you know same thing. All three of us had generous smiles stretched across our faces, the lights of the rides reflecting in our glassy eyes. We had wanted to come here since we were very tiny and finally we had made it. I let out a squeal as we entered, dashing to a cotton candy stall then to a hotdog one, the choices were endless of where to start. “Too much for you to handle Y/N?” Steve chuckled as he and Bucky caught up with me. “Says the walking illness.” I retort, linking arms with them I drag them to the rides. 

We rode on a couple of rollercoasters and the ginormous ferris wheel, making sure to eat snacks in-between until Bucky managed to convince Steve to ride the cyclone with him. I decided to pass on that one seeing as I had heard enough rumours at work that it was horrible and I wasn't certain that the popcorn and ice-cream I had eaten earlier on would not be repeating on me. I took a seat on one of the benches scattered around and watched Steve and Bucky get strapped into the ride. I gave them both the thumbs up before they were sent off, I just hoped none of them would vomit. 

As they got off the ride shaky and both covered in vomit I realised I had jinxed it. A hand clasped over my mouth to stop my laughs I made my way over to them. “Sooooooo who vomited?” I questioned making sure to keep a distance between myself and there sick covered bodies. “Who do you fucking think doll?!” Bucky said wearily but also trying not to laugh, I gave Steve a pitying look. Poor guy still looked green. “I would like to go home now.” Steve simply stated linking his arm with Bucky and somehow managing to convince me to link my lovely vomit free self with him as well. 

We walked down the quite streets of Brooklyn reeking of vomit, it was unpleasant smell and I occasionally gagged but I couldn't have been more happy. With the war starting in Europe again I had started to fear the worse, that my boys would have to leave. But it was now walking underneath the stars and chatting about nothing with them I could relax. ��You know what guys? We may be covered in the contents of Steve’s stomach right now but I honestly had the best night. Thank you.” I said looking over at the other two next to me. “Couldn't agree more.” Bucky said smiling as well. “Well I mean I've been better but... yeah it was a lovely night.” Steve said, making a point of showing his vomit stained shirt. We chuckled as we made our way back to our little home. 

1943

(Steve - 25, Bucky - 26, Y/N - 24)

They had told me to meet them at the Stark expo after my shift at work, so that was why I was currently crying into a Hotdog and sat next to an equally sad Howard Stark. It was all going so well, I had gotten a raise at work and let off early so I excitedly made my way to the Stark expo, something Bucky was obsessed with. I made sure I was right at the front, so that when the boys would finally arrive we would have the best view. It was getting dark and the crowd was alight with people gossiping about the show and its contents. My eyes were scanning for Bucky and Steve but I couldn't see them and the lights were dimming and Starks voice was coming through the speakers announcing the start of the show. I watched in awe as Starks car hovered off the floor before crashing back down, entirely enraptured in its robotics, I now understood Bucky’s interest in Howard Stark. 

The show had ended and people were milling about, some making fun of Starks fail, others in shocked by it. I was starting to get worried, I tried not to think that they had ditched me, I didn't want to get angry if I didn't have to. I decided to go look around the food stalls, maybe they had arrived and hadn't seen me standing at the front of the crowd. I couldn't spot them anywhere here either so I took the liberty of purchasing a Hotdog and continued to look for them. It was just as I had almost given up I spotted them. Bucky stood tall and proud striding towards me, two girls hanging off of him whilst Steve trailed behind him, head hung and arms crossed. My jaw clenched as I recognised what Bucky was wearing, I had seen so many young men wearing it recently, the army green. My throat dried and the sting of tears could be felt in my eyes, my heart clenched and a ringing started in my ears. “Hey doll you are here!” Bucky said happiness written across his features. I couldn't understand his audacity, surely he would know I would not be okay with him going to war, I had a battle with Steve every time he tried to enlist. Steve looked up from the  paved floor when he heard Bucky speak, his baby blue eyes meeting mine. He wasn't happy about this either. 

I watched Bucky visibly pale as he took in my stance and facial features, i could only imagine the pure, hot, white anger splattered across my face. “Ladies why don’t you run along i’ll be there soon.” Bucky muttered obviously uneasy. They nodded their heads, their perfectly curled hair bouncing with them as they sauntered away. Bucky returned his eyes to my own and swallowed. “Why the fuck are you wearing army greens James?” I said voice cool and quite. Steve shuffled besides Bucky, pointed a finger in the opposite direction and briskly walked away. “Y/N, doll its not my fault.” Bucky said a pleading look in his eyes. “How is this not your fault James! Your leaving, leaving me and Steve. So please explain to me why I should be fine with this?” I said bitterly. Bucky’s eyes were wide and his hands jittered by his sides unsure of himself. “I was enlisted Y/N, I didn't get a choice in the matter. You and Steve will be fine without me, you have each other.” He says trying to reach forward towards me. “Steve and I will be fine with each other, what a load of bullshit Buck. Steve gets in a fight every other day and what do you think will happen if he gets too ill next time, or worse what will happen if you die? Do you really think I will be able to cope with that?” I declare, pushing myself out of his grasp, hand shakily wiping the tears that had spilt out of my eyes. 

“Y/N, I pro-” Bucky starts before he's cut off by an overly exited Steve. “I got in! I got in! Guys, I got in!” He shouted as he ran over to us, goofy smile on his face and his form of recruitment clenched in his fist. It was then that my heart sunk to the darkest pits of hell. My weak little brother was supposed to go off and fight in the war, the world war. A strangled sound escaped my throat and my eyes clouded with more tears. “I c-can’t believe this, t-this can’t be hap-happening .” I choked out. I stumbled out from between them and made my way to some remote are where I could wallow in my pain. 

I arrived at a park bench behind the stage and slumped into it, making sure to not squash the Hotdog. I let out a shaky breath as I stared down at the decaying wood, I really had reached an all time low. I couldn't understand how my little brother was supposed to fight in the war. He weighs nothing and he's to patriotic for the harshness of battle. And Bucky, my best mate and the man i have had a crush on for so long, he was family to both Steve and I, but they were both leaving me alone. I felt the table jolt as someone sat down opposite me, I looked up to tell the to ‘fuck off’ and ‘couldn't they see I wanted to be alone’ when I noticed it wasn't just some random person but Howard Stark. He had a bottle of whiskey in his hand and he looked like he had been crying. “Is this the pity party bench?” He asked taking a swig of his drink before offering me some, which I accepted and took a deep pull from. “Seems like it is.” I muttered enjoying the burn of the alcohol, so contrasting to the ache in my heart. “What happened to you then?” Howard asked, he looked up at me, I could see the purple bags under his eyes and the deep set weariness in them. “My brother and best buddy are being sent off to fight.” I told him, signalling him to pass me the bottle, I took another drink awaiting the embracing arms of intoxication. “Damn, thats tough.” Stark said eyes boring into the table. 

I don't know how long Howard Stark and I sat there that night, swapping the horrid details of our life and sharing our deepest insecurities, but by the end the bottle of whiskey was empty and we both felt a bit less broken. 

Steve and Bucky both found me before they left, they held onto me and promised that they would always be by my side. Bucky promised that he would send letters every week and Steve promised he would find Bucky after his training. That they would be together and safe. They both had to eventually leave, deserting me in our home.

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can I request something lumax + getting dunk for the first time??

Of course!! I am always open for requests ☺️ I hope you enjoy this Anon!

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“You know beer is actually pretty gross.”

Lucas looks over the rim of the bottle in his hand as he knocks another sip back.

“Why are you own your fourth then?”

Max let’s out a giggle and tosses her hair over shoulder. “So Steve wouldn’t feel bad for going through all that trouble to get it to us. Not gonna turn down free beer,” she replies with a wiggle of her eyebrows at him.

He gets a chuckle out of that and the two return to gazing up at the night sky. They were out in Mike’s backyard, embracing the dying days of summer before school started. At Dustin’s convincing, Steve had purchased beer for them so that they could experience alcohol in their own setting. High school so far had been better than middle school and the boys no longer found themselves at the bottom of the social pyramid. But they had yet to find themselves at a party and the nervousness of drinking alcohol was something they all felt. Dustin had managed to convince Steve it was safest for them to try drinking in Mike’s basement before going to a bigger party and that’s where they found themselves this Thursday night in August.

El and Will had correctly been assumed to be the lightest weight drinkers, each making it through a beer and a half before dissolving giggles and subsequently passing out on the couch together. Mike had held his own fairly well, and was currently El’s pillow as he was in a whisper-debate with Dustin about the direction their new campaign was going in. Dustin probably had the best tolerance of all of them, though he used it as a perfect chance to serenade each of them that night. Lucas and Max had been pacing each other, both as a precaution and as a challenge. When it became obvious the others were doing their own thing, Max had grasped Lucas’ hand and pulled him out to Mike’s backyard.

Lucas would be hesitant to say that they’re completely drunk, but he’s enjoying the looseness that comes with the alcohol. Especially in the comfort of his friends, he feels himself able to relax into it. Max is distractedly pointing out different shapes of the stares and making up elaborate stories of what they are, interrupting herself with her own laughter as she loses it at her own jokes. Eventually they fall into a comfortable silence.

“We should go to California,” Lucas says suddenly, twisting to face Max from his seated position on the grass.

She chokes on the sip of beer she had been about to swallow and looks at him in surprise.

“What?”

“California - let’s go. Show me your home, I can meet your dad. Let’s do it next summer. We can save up more money and we’ll have graduated from high school, it feels like the perfect time to do it.”

The entire time he’s talking, Max’s face breaks into first a smile of disbelief followed by pure excitement and adoration. She starts laughing and Lucas grabs her hand and pulls her closer to him.

“I’m serious,” he says, his voice low as he stares deeply at her.

“Are you always this spontaneous when you drink?” She teases gently, leaning her head in to rest against his.

“Maybe. Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s the company.”

His voice is joking but the glow in his eyes sends a hum through her body, distinctly different from the floating, buzzed feeling she had from the beers.

He’s actually being serious.

“Then it’s a promise Stalker,” she says affectionally, pulling out her old nickname for him. “We’ll go to California.”

They go silent again, Max resting her head on his shoulder. As she drinks more of the beer in her hand, slightly warmed at this point and still decidedly not great in terms of flavor, she feels warm and happy. Safe, even. Lucas’ arm is wrapped loosely along her back and the buzz makes a lazy grin grace her features. If her first night of drinking brought the promise of returning to her home with the boy she was pretty sure she was falling in love with, it wasn’t too bad of a start to senior year.

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