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astrobei · 1 year

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some (late) birthday madwheeler for the one and only abby @strangeswift !! love you so so much abby i hope you enjoy this :^) <3

Max hates birthdays.

Well, you know. Other people’s birthdays are fine. They’re a little bit inconvenient, sure, because she has to scrounge up a gift and pray it’s something they’d like, but one of the upsides to having literally five friends and very rarely interacting with a human being that isn’t part of her immediate circle is that she never has to deal with the awkwardness of attending the birthday party of someone you barely know.

So, you know they’re fine. They’re just fine.

Her own birthday, on the other hand–

–yeah, no.

Like, other people’s birthdays are fine, because it’s like, hey! You’re older now! So cool! And then her own birthday is like, hey! You’re older now!

Not so cool!

She doesn’t expect anything, is the bottom line here. Birthdays have historically been a little bleak, and then she met her friends in Hawkins and they became a little less bleak. Enjoyable, but casual affairs. Eating cake in the Byers’ kitchen or presents over dinner or a couple boxes of pizza that she didn’t have to pitch in for.

That’s fine, though. That’s more than she needs.

Which is why, when she wakes up on the morning of her sixteenth birthday to find Mike Wheeler at the door– well.

The next year of her life is clearly off to a foreboding start.

“Mike?” She rubs at her eyes with one hand and blinks, like maybe in her sleep-deprived state she just conjured up Mike Wheeler in her head – although that would be a pretty strange choice for her subconscious to make, but whatever. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, happy birthday to you too,” he says, even though that’s definitely not how the saying goes. “Aren’t you a ray of sunshine today?”

She squints at him. “You can’t be mean to me today. It’s my birthday.”

Mike sighs, shifts his weight from one foot to another. “So it is.”

A few more seconds of silence pass, where Max silently contemplates whether she had, completely inexplicably, been sucked back into Vecna’s hellscape at some point in her sleep. Not that this is the same, exactly – Mike at her door, because they are friends – and she’s not that dramatic, but. Look. All she’s saying is that she’s been in Vecna’s hellscape before, but this is the first time Mike has ever showed up at her house.

She waits another moment before putting him out of his awkward misery. “So. Are you going to say anything, or…”

Mike snaps back to attention at that. “Right!” he says, then toes at the ground with one scuffed-up Converse. “I mean. Do you want to hang out?”

Max stares at him. “Huh?”

Her bewilderment does, at the very least, seem to snap him out of his weird funk. He crosses his arms. “Hang out? It’s something you do with your friends, sometimes, when you want to spend time with them, and–”

She reaches through the doorway to punch him on the shoulder. “I know what hanging out means, asshole!”

“Ow!” Mike rubs at the sore spot on his arm and scowls. “I come here on your birthday, with nothing but kind words and well wishes, and you punch me?”

“You’re so full of shit,” she decides. “What if I was busy? Maybe I have important birthday things to do.”

He peers at her curiously. “Do you have important birthday things to do?”

“…No,” she admits, despite herself. She should’ve said yes. She should have kicked him out then gone back to a blissful, well-deserved birthday sleep. Except– it’s already, like, eleven a.m. She sighs, then adds, “Okay, fine,” she relents. “What do you have in mind?”

Mike looks a bit startled, like he hadn’t thought this far ahead. “Uh,” he starts. “Let’s get breakfast?”

Breakfast sounds good. Max could take down a plate of pancakes right now. She gives him a quick once-over, takes in his jeans and ridiculous Star Wars t-shirt and that stupid leather jacket he’s started toting around everywhere, even though it’s going to get ridiculously warm later and he’ll either stubbornly keep it on and complain the whole time, or take it off and complain about that too. “Fine,” she says at last. “Just let me change. And you’re paying, by the way.”

—-

Mike Wheeler’s car is cleaner than she expected, which is a nice surprise. Max doesn’t know what she would’ve done if she’d gotten inside to find trash all over the floor.

“Wow,” she says, as she clambers into the passenger seat. Mike is waiting, hands poised over the wheel like he’s ready to absolutely floor it the second her seatbelt is fastened. “Nice car.”

“It’s my dad’s,” he responds, which explains it. She’s definitely seen it parked in the Wheelers’ driveway before. It looks different with Mike behind the wheel, somehow.

“Okay, well,” Max says, tapping one foot impatiently and leaning away from where the leather of the seats is already starting to stick uncomfortably to her exposed upper arms. “Let’s go, Wheeler, we don’t have all day.”

Mike’s lips twitch. “Oh yeah? And what else do you have planned?”

“Stuff,” she replies, as he peels carefully out of the trailer park and onto the main road. “I don’t have to tell you everything, you know.”

“Stuff,” Mike echoes. “With all of your other friends?”

“I.” She pauses. “Fuck you.”

Mike laughs, a little bit too gleefully for her liking, and speeds up through a yellow light. “Knew it,” he says. She leans over and hits him in the arm again. “Okay, ow. Stop hitting me!”

“I’ll stop hitting you when you stop saying dumb things.”

“Max, you know I’m right. You literally have five friends.”

“Yeah, and maybe I’m going to do something with them today, did you ever think about–”

“You’re not,” Mike interrupts, cryptically enough to get her to fall silent. “You were going to go to El’s and you were going to eat all of the Byers’ ice cream and then sit around in her room for the rest of the day.”

Yeah, okay, maybe. Just because he’s right doesn’t mean she has to like it, though. “Shut up,” she says instead, “and drive faster. I’m starving.”

“I’m going the speed limit,” Mike hisses, “because I got my license two months ago and I’m not super pumped at the idea of Hopper catching me going three over and then taking it away again.”

“He wouldn’t do it for three over–”

“Uh, yeah he would!” Mike comes to a shaky, rolling stop at the next stop sign, then peers over the dashboard at the road ahead. “I’m telling you, he’s out to get me.”

“No, you’re right about that,” Max says, and, as Mike passes carefully through the intersection, adds, “but I don’t care. Pedal to the metal, Wheeler. I’m hungry.”

The logical thing to do would be to order the entire menu and make Mike pay for it – but Max is feeling rather generous today, so she doesn’t. She frowns at the grease stains on the table, shifts in her seat where the vinyl is sticking to her legs too and, okay, she’s kind of over summer already.

“The fries are good,” Mike offers, studying his own menu with a ferocious kind of determination. “If you were wondering. I get them all the time.”

“When do you even come here,” Max snorts, squinting down at the specials. Fries do sound good, if she’s being honest. “All of your friends are also all of my friends and none of our friends ever eat here.”

“I was here with Will last week?” Mike says, the end of the sentence turning up into a question. He says this like it should be a lot more obvious than it is. “We come here a lot.”

“Odd choice for date night, but okay,” Max replies absentmindedly. “Okay, I was thinking pancakes earlier, but you said fries, and now I’m–”

Mike lets out a small, strangled noise. “What?”

“Fries?” Max frowns. “Why are you looking at me like that? You’re the one who suggested them.”

“It’s not a date night spot,” Mike splutters, going vaguely red. “We just– hang out.”

“O-kay,” Max says slowly, then closes her menu. “What’s up with you?”

Mike gives her a long, searching look. “Nothing,” he says slowly, a little suspiciously. “What’s up with you?”

Maybe the leather jacket is cutting off blood flow to his brain. Max wishes he’d take it off, because he looks so dumb. “I was kidding,” she says, as the waitress approaches. “But okay. Sure.”

She ends up going with the pancakes after all. She orders a coffee too, because why the hell not? Mike’s paying. He stares when the waitress brings it out, and raises an eyebrow.

“You drink your coffee black?”

She doesn’t. He doesn’t need to know that. “Yeah,” she says anyway, just to mess with him. Just for fun. “Why? How do you take it?”

He pulls a face. “I don’t,” he says, then takes a long sip of his root beer like he has a point to prove. “Gross.”

“You’re drinking soda with breakfast,” she points out. “Grosser.”

“It’s past noon now, and there’s also literally no rule saying you can’t,” he shoots back immediately. She wonders if he’s had this conversation before. He’s talking with the air of someone who definitely has.

“Wanna try mine?”

Mike pulls a face that’s laced with such utter disgust and contempt that she has to bite back a laugh. “What, of that?”

Max nods, pushes her full coffee mug across the booth table. “Yeah. Unless you’re scared of a little coffee–”

He snatches the mug up with one hand. “I’m not scared. Give me that.”

Disaster imminent in three… two… one…

Yup.

The look on his face is so funny that this time, she really does laugh. “Seriously, Mike?”

“I don’t know how you drink that,” Mike gags, pushing the mug back over to her. “That’s– and in the middle of summer too. It’s hot. And gross.”

“Well, it helps that I don’t,” she admits, reaching for the cream and sugar. “Drink it black, I mean. I’m not forty.”

When their food comes out, the first thing Mike does is pour syrup all over his eggs.

Max watches on in abject horror. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Mike pauses, still holding his little plastic packet of syrup in midair, and frowns. “Oh,” he says. “I forget that you don’t eat them like this.”

“No shit,” she says, dipping her side of fries – what the hell, right? Mike’s paying anyway – gingerly in ketchup. “Who does?”

“Will,” Mike shrugs, like this is a lot more normal than it is. “Well, I mean. I guess I introduced him to it, back when we were younger, but– he says they’re good!”

Max doesn’t pretend to understand this weird thing Will and Mike have going on. She’s also not entirely sure she wants to, if she’s being honest. Will is a nice enough guy – he’s smart, and he’s funny, and they get along really well, but–

“His taste is questionable,” Max says, before shoving a bite of pancake in her mouth. “You guys are weird.”

Mike wrinkles his nose up at her. “Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

“Don’t eat gross things,” she shoots back.

“It’s good!” Mike exclaims, eyes widening. “I swear! Where’s your sense of adventure?”

“Not here, that’s for sure.”

Mike pauses, gives her a look, then slides his plate across the table. “Come on. You have to try.”

Oh. So he thinks she’s fucking insane. “I’m not going to do that,” Max says. “Do you think I’m fucking insane?”

“I think you’re a coward,” Mike says, and, okay. Max does not appreciate the tables being turned on her like this – on her birthday, too! – but, you know. She’s gotta save face now.

“On my birthday?” she says, looking for the tiniest piece she can possibly locate. “Really? On my birthday?”

“You don’t even like birthdays,” Mike dismisses. “You can’t play that card.”

And that’s true, but she hadn’t told him that. She pauses. “I like birthdays fine,” she mumbles. “I like them better when I can get you to pay for my food.”

“You don’t,” Mike says. “Like birthdays. That’s okay, though. Birthdays are weird.”

Max stares down at the little piece of scrambled egg on her fork. “Is that why you dragged me out here? Birthday pity?”

“Are you serious?” Mike crosses his arms. “Birthday pity? That’s the best you could come up with?”

“Well, you’ve never wanted to hang out with me before!” Max exclaims. “It’s not the craziest conclusion I could’ve drawn!”

To his credit, Mike doesn’t look nearly as exasperated with her as he should. “Haven’t you considered that maybe, I don’t know, I just want to hang out with you? Because you’re my friend?”

Max blinks. “I mean, I know we are.”

“And we’ve been friends for years and we’ve survived the end of the world together and also you’re dating my best friend so is it really so insane that we should hang out more?”

Max does not break eye contact. For someone so high-strung, Mike Wheeler can be surprisingly articulate when he wants to be. And, you know, for all of her internal stubbornness regarding the whole thing, it feels weirdly–

Nice?

Is she happy?

Oh, gross.

“Disgusting,” she says aloud, and Mike makes a small noise of affront.

“You haven’t even tried it yet!”

And oh, right. She shoves her tiny forkful of eggs into her mouth before she can think about it too hard.

Chews. Swallows. “Hm.”

Mike looks at her expectantly. “Well?”

Oh, she hates that she’s about to say this, but– “Okay,” Max admits, watching Mike’s face split open into a giant, triumphant grin. “Okay. It’s not bad.”

“Yes!” Mike cheers, and Max rolls her eyes. She’s smiling too, despite herself. Like, okay. Maybe she’s having fun.

—-

It’s when Mike misses the turn back to her place that she realizes something is wrong.

“Hey, idiot,” she says, peering out the window. “You

were supposed to go left.”

“Yup,” Mike replies, very decidedly not going left. He hits a small pothole dead-on, and continues straight without another word.

Max looks at him. “Are you kidnapping me now? Is that what’s going on?”

“I’m not kidnapping you,” Mike huffs, getting farther and farther from her house by the second. “Why would I want to kidnap you?”

“Well, I don’t know why you would want to do a lot of things,” Max points out, frowning, “but–”

“Jesus Max, I’m not kidnapping you!” Mike laughs. “Could you calm down for, like, two seconds–”

With a sigh, she crosses her arms and leans back in the seat. He probably isn’t kidnapping her – mostly because she has no idea where he’d take her or who would pay the ransom, but also because she knows she could take him, if she needed to. “Today just keeps getting weirder and weirder,” she says. “Hanging out with you, eating your freaky egg thing–”

“You said they were good!”

“I said they weren’t bad,” she corrects, and then, realizing where they are– “Okay, what’s going on?”

“So I lied earlier,” Mike says easily, pulling up into the Byers’ driveway. The gravel crunches loudly under the car’s tires as he rolls to a stop. “Sorry.”

“If you’re kidnapping me, I guess this isn’t the worst destination,” Max muses. “I would’ve just come on my own, but sure.”

“I’m not– whatever,” Mike gives up. They traipse up the driveway to the Byers’ front door and he adds, “So the important thing is that I lied, just a little, but it was for a good cause.”

Max squints at him. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Oh, hi,” El says, pulling the door open just as Mike is raising his hand to knock. She’s grinning ear-to-ear, and Max swears, if she listens, she can probably hear El literally vibrating with barely contained excitement. “You’re here!”

“What’s going on?” Max narrows her eyes, turning to Mike. “Wheeler–”

“So I do think we should hang out more,” Mike starts, holding his hands up in surrender and taking a quick step back, “but also–”

“Surprise!” someone shouts from inside, and El throws the door the rest of the way open.

Max– well. To say she stares would be an understatement. She can practically feel her eyes popping out of her head as she takes in the sight in front of her: Will, Dustin, and Lucas, gathered around the Byers’ kitchen table. A cake. Fucking party decorations – streamers and balloons and a goddamn banner–

“What,” Max gets out, “the hell.”

“Happy birthday!” Dustin cheers, as El drags her bodily inside.

“It’s a surprise party,” Will adds helpfully, which actually is kind of helpful, because Max feels like her brain is operating at one-third speed right now. Loading… loading…

“Oh my god,” she hears herself say, and yep, there it is. “You– what–”

“I think we broke her,” Will says, and then Lucas is pulling her into a hug that she’s, like, eighty percent sure she’s reciprocating, and–

Look. Birthdays are birthdays. They’ve never been a thing like this – something that she actually looks forward to. Something that people care enough to celebrate. The cake is red velvet, her favorite, and Will clearly made the banner – Happy Birthday Madmax! – because it’s gorgeous and perfect and–

“Please don’t cry,” someone says behind her, and that’s when the final thread holding her sanity together finally snaps.

“You,” she says, spinning on one heel to face Mike Wheeler’s pathetic, lying, cowardly ass. She points a finger at him and hisses, “You were in on this?”

He has the grace to look a little sheepish, at least. “I told you it was for a good cause!” he says, half-laughing. “I had to distract– ow, what the fuck Max! Stop hitting me!”

She will not. “You– you–”

It’s her birthday, so Mike can’t make fun of her. “I was the only one with a car,” he sighs. “And Lucas is a horrible liar. If he’d tried taking you out, you would have cracked him in a minute flat.”

“It’s true,” Lucas shrugs, then throws an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his side. “Sorry.”

“I had fun though,” Mike offers, shoulders pulled so far up to his ears that it looks like he’s trying to shrink in on himself and disappear. “If that’ll make you stop hitting me.”

“Please stop hitting him, Max,” Will chimes in. “Mike is fragile.”

“I– hey!”

Max ignores Will, correct as he may be. “You had fun? With me?”

Mike seems suddenly very aware of how everyone is watching them. “Uh,” he says, shuffling his feet. “I mean. Yeah. You’re fun.”

Oh, come on.

Max wants to smile. Why does she want to smile?

“You had fun with me,” she crows. She’s grinning, she knows, despite herself. “You had fun! You like me!”

“Nice one,” Dustin calls.

“You’re my friend!” Mike groans, throwing his hands up in the air. “Why does everyone think I hate you?”

“To be fair,” Lucas says, barely holding back a grin of his own. “It kind of feels like you hate everyone.”

“Not me, though,” Will says. “Mike doesn’t hate me.”

“True,” Lucas concedes. “Except Will.”

Mike stares at him. “I– whatever. Whatever! Let’s just– cut the fucking cake now, or whatever, and–”

“Mike,” Max cuts in, then takes a deep breath and prepares for any shred of dignity she might have still been carrying to go flying out the window– “I had fun too. Thanks for hanging out with me.”

The room goes quiet. Mike looks positively gobsmacked.

Then–

“Oh my god,” Will whispers, just as Dustin lets out a loud whoop and Lucas leans in for a high five (that Mike misses in its entirety) – “they did it. They finally did it.”

Happy fucking birthday to her indeed.

“Whatever,” she says. “Whatever! We’re friends! Why is that such a big deal!”

“Yeah,” Mike agrees, as Will shoots him a giant thumbs up from the other side of the room. “Why is that such a big deal?”

“They’re already copying each other’s mannerisms,” Dustin coos. “So cute.”

“Shut up,” Max and Mike chorus.

Max frowns. “Stop that.”

“You’ve unleashed the floodgates,” Lucas says apologetically. “No going back.”

No going back indeed. Max resigns herself, quietly and with a lot less fuss than everyone seems to think, to a new year of existence with Mike Wheeler as her friend. A friend she actually hangs out with, now.

“Happy birthday to me, Wheeler,” she says, then pushes past him to get to the cake. “My friendship comes with driving me places a lot. Hope you’re ready.”

Mike looks like he’s going to protest, and then El shoves cake into his hands too and he stops. “Fine,” he says instead, smiling. “But you’re paying for your own lunch next time.”

#i was going to post this yesterday but i got So Busy #so so sorry this is late but #uh #happy birthday !!#love u abby mwah mwah mwah #max mayfield #mike wheeler #madwheeler #ugh love them so much .#fic #fun sized fics

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onboardsorasora · 8 months

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My attempt at Fluftober Day 1. Does this even count as forced proximity?

Part 1 | Part 22 | Part 24

Part 23

The cabin was quiet save for the hum of the engine and Michaels soft snores. Daniel got up the go to the bathroom, making a beeline for the stewardess’ alcove once he was out of Max’s sight.

“Yeah?” He whispered and she smiled up at him, she had been the one to call his attention in the first place.

“Yes sir. We just crossed over the international date line. It is officially Sept 30th.” She pointed to the small screen that showed a map and tracked the flight data.

“Ace, thank you Mara.” He’d had the idea after the travel plans had been confirmed and Daniel realized they wouldn’t be able to celebrate Max’s birthday like they had originally planned. Max had waved it off, saying that he didn’t mind. But Daniel felt terrible– his family were big on birthdays and more often than not, your birthday was considered a personal holiday.

There wasn’t much they could do, they couldn’t have a party on the plane because Daniel was going into the quickest training camp turnaround he’s ever been in the moment they landed.

Mara reached into a cupboard and removed a small to go container from what appeared to be a mini fridge. She grasped a plate and Daniel helped her transfer the small pastry from the travel container and put a single candle on it. They couldn’t light it, of course, but Daniel hoped the thought counted.

Thanking Mara once more, he grabbed two forks and the plate and made his way carefully back to Max who looked up curiously as he approached.

“Happy Birthday Maxy.” Daniel whispered, retaking his seat. Max made a happy noise of surprise and Daniel sagged in his seat in relief. Job well done.

“Daniel–” Max smiled widely, thoroughly surprised and more than a little touched. He smiled fondly at his boyfriend who gazed at him with hearts in his eyes. “Thank you, Daniel.” Max said simply, unable and unwilling to stop smiling.

“I love you.” Daniel pressed their lips together in a chaste kiss, then leaned back in for three more– greedily.

“I love you too.”

“Now…you have to make a wish, pretend there’s a flame and blow out your candle.” Daniel instructed with a smile, Max snorted but listened anyway because his boyfriend gave him the ‘I’m serious’ eyebrow raise. So Max did; he grabbed one of Daniel’s hands, closed his eyes and made a wish. Then he ‘blew out’ his candle.

He was happy, he had everything he wanted. His boyfriend was healthy, their friends were happy and he was on the cusp of becoming a three times world champion. Daniel was going to play this weekend and remember that he still had it and was still the world number 1.

Pulling Daniel’s face to his, Max sealed his wish with a kiss.

#potential flufftober 2023 #maxiel #max/daniel #tennis au #tennis!dan #tennis player!dan #happy birthday Max #late birthday post lol #f1flufftober2023

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backstagecrew · 9 months

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The crew and band all together in celebration of 9 years!

#fnaf #max #toni #lucas #polaroid kid #I'm not late you're early #happy birthday fnaf

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nightzskii-archived · 1 year

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*runs from brazil to your house* *breaks the door open* HAPPY DAY OF BIRTH!!!!!!

@gender-mailman

thank you :)

#starduzt talks —📂#max🪐#stardom! — gender mailman[💌]#its weird how the friend im talking to on a different app is late to saying happy birthday but you aren't #you're in a whole different timezone (go to bed)

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ducklooney · 2 years

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Happy late 90th birthday, Goofy!

Happy birthday, Goofy Goof!

Although my blog is primarily related to Disney Duckverse, I still can’t help but congratulate the birthday of one of Donald’s best friends, and that is Goofy Goof. On May 27, 1932, Goofy first appears in a classic short called “Mickey’s Revue,” but is portrayed as Dippy Dawg. After that, it will get its classic look, the one we all know well. I must mention, that Goofy is one of my best and my favorite characters from cartoons and comics and who in my opinion is one of the best and funniest characters of all time. His clumsiness and his laughter are well known, as is his scream or yelling. So here are some of his famous depictions from classic shorts, cartoons, series, movies, comics, books and video games with his best friends, son, various ladies, his nephew and cousin, etc. Happy 90th birthday, Goofy!

There will be a few pictures this time, as it can't fit everything, but you can check out last year's post where I posted about Goofy's birthday:

https://ducklooney.tumblr.com/post/652191316441268224/happy-birthday-goofy-goof

Sorry, it didn’t go exactly in chronological order, but there are certainly almost all the appearances where Goofy appeared. I wish him a happy birthday once again!

And finally this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MUL5w91dzbo

If you love Goofy and his friends and family feel free to like or better yet reblog this. Happy Birthday Goofy!

Plus this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fsS8qm8rDNg

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nouvellevqgue · 6 months

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ALL COVERED! ✷ ﹙ LANDO NORRIS ﹚

SUMMARY: nobody knows about the relationship between lando and the famous cooking influencer is real, not until george and himself (accidentally) spoil it.

FACE CLAIM: tess maylo

WARNING: curse words, timeline inaccuracies

A/N: happy happy (late) birthday to our little gremlin<333 this was supposed to be like, birthday themed smau but it's more to like a secret relationship trope kinda thing, but waaaayy more complicated than that. hope you guys enjoy it❤️

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lightsoutletsgo · 1 month

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I’m such an angst girly omg how about lando’s phone not working and reader gets sad he’s not replying or answering her calls for a few days🤨

pairing: lando norris x reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: angst, allusions to a panic attack, reader is v emotional, lando is an idiot ahhhh tysm for sending this in! It was fun to write but ofc I had to make it fluffy to end bc I didn't wanna make myself too sad happy reading! love mimi 🤍

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Long distance relationships were hard, you knew that before you’d even started dating Lando. You’d heard all of the stories before but like the many innocent others who had yet to experience their partner being on the other side of the world, you were determined that everything would be okay.

Now, as you thought back to how naive you’d been, you scoffed, how could you have thought it would be so simple? If you weren’t battling with time zones, you were battling to find free time, and if you found free time, it was never quiet and peaceful and it never lasted more than a few minutes. You knew you should have been satisfied with those snatched moments you did get, but you missed your boyfriend.

You missed him even more when he got another podium and you weren’t there to celebrate with him. You’d stayed up until stupid o’clock to watch the race live and you’d cheered and jumped as your boyfriend performed overtake after overtake to move up the grid to claim second place. You knew that once he had done his post-race interviews and meetings he would call you. You sighed as once more Lando’s contact picture flashed up with ‘facetime unavailable’. You’d scheduled this call the night before but he was only a few minutes late. You shook your head as you took a deep breath, he was probably just finishing up in meetings. Half an hour went by and your stomach twisted with worry as you still hadn’t heard from him. You checked your phone but there were no new notifications - not from him at least anyway.

You curled up on the couch, noticing Lando’s hoodie still resting over the arm of the couch. Pulling it towards you, you nuzzled your face into it and inhaled, the smell of his cologne washing over you. You felt tears well up in your eyes. No matter how busy or tired he was, he had never once missed your call. You grew angry, not with Lando, never with Lando, but just at the situation.

You huffed and grabbed your phone once more, deciding to doom scroll through instagram until Lando finally called. You noticed that a few people had posted new stories and so you pressed on the first one, absentmindedly tapping your screen until you paused, sitting up quickly as you realised the story you were looking at was Max Fewtrell’s. He’d posted a video in the club at a post-race party. You normally wouldn’t have batted an eyelid, but you could have sworn in the back corner of the dimly-lit club video was a figure that looked suspiciously like Lando. Going back to the start of his story and scrolling through again you realised it was Lando, wearing the black shirt you’d given him for his birthday the previous year.

Turns out you could be mad at Lando. Something uncomfortable and hot flashed in your stomach as nausea hit you. Anger curled its way up your spine and through your chest, tightening around your lungs and making it hard to breathe. He was out at a club? And that’s why he hadn’t called you? You growled and glared at your screen, thumbs jabbing into the keyboard as you furiously typed a message to Max. He was online, you noted, as you hit ‘send’ and waited for him to read it. You barely had to wait five minutes before Max was apologising profusely and sending you a long paragraph about how he was sure Lando had texted you and would be letting him know straight away. You scoffed and rolled your eyes, throwing your phone down on the couch next to you with a ‘hmmph’. You sat in silence for a while, your emotions slowly welling up as tears gathered on your lash line. Was this how your relationship was going to end? Long nights alone while Lando partied it up on the other side of the world? Surrounded by scores of choices of pretty women and an endless supply of alcohol? You couldn’t help the way you sobbed as you grabbed his hoodie once more, desperately trying to catch your breath. You were crying so hard you almost didn’t hear the way your phone vibrated on the cushion. You gasped for air as you picked it up and turned it over, Max’s name flashing on the screen. You snatched your phone up and pressed the green button to accept, not even registering that it was a facetime call and he was going to see you crying.

You inhaled sharply as it was Lando’s worried face that appeared on the screen, he looked panicked and you could hear the music thumping in the background although slightly muffled. Despite the fluorescent lights he was standing under, he still looked good, “Baby? Oh my god…” He took in your tear stained cheeks and the way your eyes were red. He noted your sniffling noises and the way your bottom lip trembled, “Love I’m so so sorry!” You let out a laugh and rolled your eyes, trying to not let him see the next wave of tears that were threatening to fall, “Sure.” He sighed, “Honey, I promise you, I didn't mean it. I did text you! I didn’t realise it didn’t go through because I was in the post-race meeting!” “I wanted to celebrate your win with you!” Lando gently shushed you as he saw your chest heave, your breathing quickening once more, “Baby, baby, shh sh sh it’s okay, it’s okay, I’m right here.” He looked off screen for a moment to a person you assumed to be Max before the music got louder again and then quiet, as if Max had left Lando alone. You followed along with his breathing as he over exaggerated for you to copy.

“Love I promise you it was just an accident okay? I texted you to ask if you were ready to call but when there was no reply I assumed you’d fallen asleep so then I texted you to ask if you could be at the airport for 4am…” He winced, “I decided to fly home early and have a few days with you before the next race.” You melted back against the couch, hugging his hoodie to your chest as you tucked your knees up under your chin and rested your phone there, “4am?” You sniffled with a giggle, “Is that my hoodie?” He said, doing his best to distract you and you let out a proper giggle this time, “Lando! 4am is so early!” He laughed, relieved to see you feeling better, “I figured we could go for a super early breakfast and then go home and fall asleep together, in our bed, in our apartment which is my favourite place to be, with my love. Your bottom lip wobbled once more, “You promise?” He nodded to assure you, “I promise.” You inhaled deeply and let out an exhale with a sigh, “I can’t wait to see you,” your thumb gently rubbed across his cheek even through the screen. “I can’t wait to see you either love, can’t wait to be home”

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maplesyrupsainz · 6 months

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˖⁺｡˚⋆˙ur good for my heart | DR3˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: daniel ricciardo x faceless y/n reader (she/her)

genre: social media au, established relationship

warnings: like 1 single sexual joke lol it's all jus fluff some mean tweets perhaps sorryy hope u like it

summary: in which f1's favourite couple has news to spite their doubters

a/n: making these is the most fun i've had in my whole life who else should i write for tehe

fc: various brunette girls from pinterest

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danielynlover some of our favourite dan & y/n moments to remind everyone why they have been & will continue to be everyone's favourite f1 couple 🫶

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f1version · 8 months

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33 MAX’S BIRTHDAY ★ MV1

pairing: max verstappen x teammate! reader ( she/her )

summary: It’s Max’s birthday but, even more important, they changed his song. A couple of posts later, you are accidentally soft launching.

notes: here’s another f1 birthday special!!!! (i know i’m a bit late but just go with it pls) fun fact: we are 17 days away from mine’s!! enjoy <3

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mixsethaddams · 1 year

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Eddie and Steve were sitting on the back porch of the little two bedroom house that Owens and his merry band of government lackies gave to the Munsons in exchange for signed NDAs.

It was getting late and Steve knows he should go home, but Eddie keeps finding new conversations to strike up and it just feels too natural to keep responding. Getting up and announcing he was going home would be downright rude. The deckchair he was lounging in was confortable too, so it just made more sense to stay.

Eddie passed Steve the joint they had been nursing between them. Steve had lost track of what they were talking about a long time ago. He was too caught up in the low rumble of Eddie’s voice, quiet enough to make it feel like they were sharing secrets even if they were all alone with nothing scandalous to say. It didn’t matter what Eddie was saying. Steve was happy to just listen. The subtle fizz of the weed spread across his skin as he leaned his head back and enjoyed the light breeze that cut through the warm night.

Today was the same as every other day.

Steve woke up, showered, picked Robin up for work, and then spent eight hours rewinding tapes. He listened to her go on and on about her latest discovery of why Vickie was the perfect person, adding commentary where needed. Steve was happy for her, he was. He just wished she wasn’t so distracted. Not today.

And then he ferried Mike to Dustin’s, Will to the hospital to visit Max, brought Lucas home from the hospital so he could shower and then right back over again. He was barely through the door when Eddie called and asked how his day was, insisting Steve come over to hang out when he heard it was just ‘fine, average, nothing special’.

Steve had wanted nothing more than to fall asleep on the couch with a terrible tv movie in the background. There was something about Eddie, though. Something in the way he moved, the way he said Steve’s name and dragged his teeth along his bottom lip over the V sound. The thoughts of staring at the stars with Eddie might just be the one thing that could redeem today. Even if no one else would understand.

Steve arrived thirty seconds before two large pizzas, courtesy of one of Argyle’s buddies in the business. They each had all Steve’s favourite toppings. Which was weird because Eddie definitely didn’t like olives or pineapple. Steve had a cold beer in one hand and hot slice in the other before he even said ‘hello’.

If there was any way Steve wanted to spend the final hours of today, it was with Eddie. He knew why, of course. He bit his tongue every time he got close to saying it out loud, but he knew exactly what that something was.

“And I figured hey, if it means I don’t have to sell weed to highschoolers anymore, then why not, you know?”

Steve’s brain took a second to catch up to Eddie’s train of thought about his new job. He was going to be working in a garage with Reefer Rick’s nephew.

“Totally,” said Steve, sipping the mostly empty bottle in his hand, the liquid warmed by being held so long. “I bet you’ll be great at it too,”

“Yeah well,” said Eddie, quirking his eyebrows. “I hope so,”

They fell into silence again and Steve started to think it might not be rude to leave any more. The joint was down to the nub, the beer was gone, and Eddie’s eyelids were looking heavy.

“I should, uh…” said Steve, shifting his weight on the chair to stand up.

“Why didn’t you tell them?” asked Eddie, looking up at the moon. Steve could see its reflection in his eyes.

Steve stopped.

“Tell who?” he asked. “Tell them what?”

Eddie sighed.

“It’s your birthday, man…” breathed Eddie. “Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

“Oh…” said Steve. He could feel his face heat up. “I don’t… I guess its not a big deal for me… Not for years…”

Eddie nodded solemnly.

“You’re too good for us, Harrington,” said Eddie, shaking his head. “I saw what you did for Robin’s birthday. Did she remember, at least?”

Steve didn’t say anything. He knew he’d probably get a frantic apology and a card tomorrow. It wasn’t like he was going to hold it against her.

“Pizza and beer isn’t exactly the five star treatment you deserve,” said Eddie. “Hope it’s enough to, you know, make today not suck entirely,”

Eddie waved his hand around in a circle, as if gesturing to the very day itself.

“This actually might be the best end to a birthday I’ve ever had,” admitted Steve. “So, you know, thanks. For doing this for me, I mean,”

“Thanks for eating all the olives,” joked Eddie, draining his beer bottle. “Besides, any excuse to hang out with you, I’ll take it,”

“Yeah?” asked Steve, his voice smaller than he expected.

“Yeah,” answered Eddie gently. “I like being with you,”

Steve’s stomach lurched. He followed Eddie’s gaze to the moon. She was beautiful tonight and Steve felt safe the cool glow she cast over them.

“How did you know?” asked Steve, playing with the hem of his sweater. “Or like, care?”

“Saw it on your license a whole back,” Eddie answered, lighting two cigarettes at once and handing one to Steve. “And I cared because… Because I care. I didn’t want you to be sad on your birthday,”

“Oh,” said Steve meekly. “I’m not sad. Not now. I’m happy now, so it worked,”

Steve took the offering of the cigarette and sat back in his chair, looking at his hand and the subtle hint of ‘don’t go’.

“Did you have a birthday wish?” asked Eddie, holding up the still-lit match. It was burning quickly down towards his fingertips.

“Just one…” said Steve slowly, looking through the flame at Eddie.

“A person?” asked Eddie.

Steve gulped, and nodded.

“So make it,” Eddie said. “Don’t tell me, or it won’t come true,”

Steve blew out the flame, still gazing into brown eyes, watching them turn black when the light was gone.

Eddie’s watch beeped. It was midnight.

“Didn’t come true,” said Steve sadly, his eyes still fixed on the point where Eddie had been holding the match between them.

“Give it time…” said Eddie softly.

Steve took a long drag of his cigarette and wondered if this is what every night would be like. If his wish came true and he got exactly what he wanted, would he sit out here and smoke and stare at the stars and listen to Eddie talk every night? Was he allowed to have that?

“I wished for the person that makes me happy,” said Steve, not looking over at Eddie but feeling bolstered by weed and boldened by beer.

“It won’t come true now,” teased Eddie, his voice low.

“Even if I tell them?” asked Steve, turning to look at Eddie. He looked into Eddie’s eyes again and thought of all the things he wanted to say. He felt something shift between them when Eddie didn’t look away.

“I made a wish on my birthday too,” said Eddie. “That didn’t come true either,”

“What did you wish for?” asked Steve.

Eddie’s arm flopped between their chairs, his cigarette burning steadily between his fingers.

“To make someone happy,” he said.

“Like…” whispered Steve.

Steve slowly moved his hand so it brushed against Eddie’s, the backs of their fingers rubbing together. Steve hooked Eddie’s pinkie with his own. Eddie looked at their hands and smiled gently.

“Yeah,” said Eddie quietly.

Steve hummed.

“Guess I just needed to wish for it too,” said Steve.

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verstarppen · 8 months

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summary; there's little time between fast cars and spaceships, but you make it work

pairing; lando norris x fem! star wars actress! reader [ no faceclaim ]

a/n; ahhh sorry for the late update i was planning a birthday party in a hospital dw about it anyway thank you for supporting this so i can keep geeking out on random star wars lore to you AND HAPPY OSCAR PODIUM GIRLIES LET'S GOOOOOOO!!! [ series masterlist ]

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vertiddieenjoyer finally some good fucking strategies

julyestie let's go papaya nation 🧡🧡

holidaykimi watch him get his first win because y/n's there to watch him

maria_carrey i hope you're a prophet 🙏

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yndeathtrooper wait y'all this formula one shit's kinda cool

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landonorris oh you just HAD to sneak max in there

maxverstappen1 I'm the favorite child danielricciardo Excuse me? maxverstappen1 You've been excused

ahsokawife I started watching to support your boyfriend!!

yndeathtrooper thank you random person on the internet, i'll show your comment to him yndeathtrooper update: he giggled landonorris lies.

chisslover so no press tour this year?

super_max y/n red bull stan arc

yndeathtrooper i'm here for max don't lie to yourself landonorris YOU WERE THE CHOSEN ONE. IT WAS SAID THAT YOU WOULD DESTROY THE RED BULLS, NOT JOIN THEM. BRING BALANCE TO THE FORCE, NOT LEAVE IT IN DARKNESS... YOU WERE MY GIRLFRIEND, Y/N. I LOVED YOU. yndeathtrooper do not use my own spells against me, plebeian

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yn.jpg god bless the supernova which exploded and coalesced ino the atoms that formed my beautiful muppet

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landonorris i love supporting my obsessed fans

yn.jpg red bull garage kinda looking good right now landonorris i will do what i must. (you won't be able to walk there by the time i'm done with you) yn.jpg you will try

staraikkonen So are we just going to ignore their comments or 😭😭😭

applenorizz they're so embarrassing (i love them) lukestarkiller i choose to live in ignorance

danielricciardo Every day i wake up against my will

yn.jpg HE STARTED IT landonorris l + ratio + didn't ask + cope + you love me

christianhorner You're always welcome to the Red Bull garage

landonorris BABE GET BEHIND ME 🤺 BACK YOU KNAVE, BACK I SAID yn.jpg sorry mr horner, boytoy said no

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landograndprix · 7 months

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「Feel the magic ๛ l.n」

part v

✧.* you come to realise that your relationship with lando might just be the most serious and mature relationship you've ever had and while that confuses you more and more each day, your taking it all because some people just love to watch the world burn.

✧.* introducing some people, making babes suffer a little less, hating Alpine, you know the drill, its a chill one really 🥰 this is a psa for the people who wanted to be on my taglist but never got tagged, i didn't forget or ignore you, I simply am unable to tag you and therefore removed you from the list feel free to ask me again so I can take a look at it. Taglist is open Love ya ❤️

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On Sleepless Roads, The Sleepless Go [Mini Verstappen Series]

Dad!Max Verstappen x Mother!Reader (Established Relationship)

Summary: It's the early hours of Nikita's first birthday, and you can't help but look back at the day you brought your son into the world.

Warning(s): Flashback to a year before, post-childbirth (Non-graphic)

A/N: Shorter chapter today before my classes start up again this week. Title from the song Hear Me You by Jimmy Eat World.

Words: 1.4k

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It was late at night, a few hours before what would be Nikita’s first birthday. You were staying up because Max’s flight from England was running late. He had finished up the last of his sponsorship obligations earlier that day, and there were weather problems, so they hadn’t let his plane take off until a couple hours ago.

You had stayed up reading your book, drinking tea from your mug that was resting on the end table. The house was silent aside from the sound of the open doors that lead to the backyard.

You looked up at the clock that hung on the wall in the entry way.

11:42 pm, it read. You reached for your mug and took a sip of the tea, it had gone cold two chapters ago. You were just about the close your book and get ready to go to bed when you heard a set of keys in the lock of the front door.

You shut the book placing it on the coffee table before getting up and seeing Max standing in the entryway of the house, his blue Louis Vuitton backpack around his shoulders, and duffle bag in one hand.

“You waited for me.” He said mindlessly placing his keys on the console table.

“I figured that you’d want to be there when I tell Nikita happy birthday.” You said walking closer to him.

Max slid his backpack off, placing both of his bags on the floor. He reached out for your hand, turning off the living room lights, letting you walk in front of him on the floating stairs that lead downstairs. You kept turning off the few lights that were still on in the house, and stopped by Nico’s room first. He was fast asleep in his warm sheets curled up around his pillows.

Max closed to door just enough to let the cats in if they ended up wander around the house in the early hours of the morning. Nikita’s room had a small glow casting a shadow into the hallway. Max had pushed open the door to see Niki lying in his crib fast asleep. Max looked down at his watch for a moment, seeing the hands turn before both of them hit the 12.

You both reached in, kissing him on the forehead one after another. Max ran his hand over Niki’s head.

“Happy Birthday, Nikita.” You whispered. Max moved to sit in the fluffy chair that you would normally read to Niki in. He opened his arms for you inviting you to sit in his lap, while you both looking on into the crib as your son slept.

December 3, 2025 - 12:03 AM

It was a few moments later the nurse placed a swaddle of blankets into your chest, you still couldn’t comprehend the fact that you had just given birth aside from the weight that was against your chest.

“So good, so strong,” Max muttered resting his forehead against your arm. Max’s hand was placed on the baby’s back.

You could hear the nurse say something about giving you a few minutes before they had you start to push the placenta out while taking the baby to get washed, weighed, and changed.

Max kissed your forehead and then the back of your hand that was cradling the baby’s bottom.

“Max, would you like to cut the cord?” The doctor asked. You ran your fingers over the back of Max’s hand, encouraging him to go and do it.

Max went ahead and heard the little cry that the baby let out.

“What do we have?” You croaked having not heard the doctor earlier. Your throat sounded like it had been rubbed raw.

“A boy.” He said, and you could see the tears start to collect in the corner of Max’s eyes. You sometimes forget that Max didn’t get to experience Nico being born.

You had brought a boy into the world, Nikita.

Eventually, they took the baby out of your arms, and Max went with one of the nurses so you could push the placenta out and then get you cleaned up before they brought the baby back.

It couldn’t have been more than an hour. More pushing that felt like a strange ache, and a nurse helping you into the bathroom to clean you up. They ushered you back into the bed, after helping you into a new gown. As you leaned against the pillow, your eyes started to feel heavy. You rested your eyes for a bit before you heard wheels against the tile floor.

You forced them open to see a clear bassinette placed by your bed, and Max sitting in a chair with the baby in his arms.

“Hi, mijn leeuwin.” He said looking up at you. You gave him a weak smile.

“So do you have a name in mind?” The nurse asked.

“Nikita?” Max asked looking at you. He was giving you a way out if you wanted to change it.

You gave the nurse a nod, “Nikita Daniel,” The nurse nodded back to you, pulling a few papers out to write it down before leaving you, Nikita, and Max together.

You sat there in the hospital bed exhusted out of your mind, but let yourself take in the quiet of Max cooing at Nikita. You wanted Max to have as many moment with him as possible.

Max was slow to get out of the chair before walking towards you. He carefully laid Nikita against your chest. You ran a finger over Nikita’s cheek, feeling the soft skin under your fingers.

“I know your not a fan of Nikita as a name, so I thought we could call him Niki for short.” You could feel Max’s eyes trying to meet yours, but you were too busy looking at your son.

“I’m okay with Niki, but I’ll never hear the end of it from Helmut about him being named after Niki Lauda.” You looked up after hearing Max’s words.

You couldn’t help but laugh. Max, always thinking of others.

“After 12 hours of labor, Helmut doesn’t really get much of a say.” Max said nothing to that, just kissed the side of your head before pulling the chair closer to you. Max had laid Nikita in his bassinet after a while letting you get some more sleep. The nurse would come back in a couple of hours to help you breastfeed Nikita for the first time. Max looked in awe of you again, either watching you breastfeeding your child or Nikita eating straight from you. Another first for the both of you to share.

It was in the late hours of the morning that Sophie showed up with Nico holding her hand before Nico got the chance to meet his little brother for the first time.

“Come,” Max said holding your hand as you both walked to the master bedroom. “We should let the birthday boy sleep. It’s going to be a long day.”

“Do you have plans that I don’t know about?” You asked, admiring Max as he got ready for bed removing his stale plane clothes. He was all broad shoulders, and defined arms.

“Maybe.” He shrugged before pulling the bedsheets back.

“Who’d you invited?” You asked as you pushed the thick comforter towards the bottom of the bed.

“The usual people.” That just meant the grid (past and current), Martin, Max’s grandmother, Sophie, Victoria, Tom, and their kids.

“Don’t tell me you ordered a cake.” He said nothing back. You lightly shook your head, oh Max.

You remember him telling you the story of Nico’s first birthday. Max had to blow out Nico’s candle, Luka had thrown a tantrum from not taking a nap earlier in the day. Victoria had apologized profusely afterwords. You always wondered if Max had any photos of that day.

“We’ll blow out the candles for him, and I’m sure Nico will help.” Max said as you both climbed under the sheets.

He had you pulled you up against his chest with his hand resting of your hip. Your fingers were playing with his wedding band. You would have to get up soon to celebrate your son’s first birthday with the family, and somehow you didn’t feel even a little bit tired.

“Sleep mijn leeuwin,” Max muttered into your neck. You could hear that he was falling asleep just from his voice. You pulled the sheets up over your shoulders, and closed your eyes.

It was going to be a long day with people filling up the house, you would need all of the sleep that you could get. Your second oldest was turning 1 and you didn’t want to miss a second of the day.

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I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss | part 26

Warnings: 18+, angst, alcohol consumption, weed, mentions of vomiting, mentions of sex, mentions of cunnilingus, clueless reader, jealousy

Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem!reader | Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: During a spontaneous birthday 'party', you find some things out, things that maybe should've been left unsaid.

Word count: 6k+

A/N: So, this chapter took a whole turn while I was writing it. It was supposed to head into a whole different direction but my angsty heart, had to say no to the fluffy route. @hellfire--cult thank you for helping me, you're amazingggg

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Steve lied.

He lied again.

It’s something he hasn’t done in a while.

He promised himself to never do it again, knowing how much damage it had caused in the past, in both relationships that he had.

This lie is harmless, though. At least, he thinks that it is.

He spent the day with Robin and Dustin, they had surprised him with a homemade birthday cake that Robin had made with Chrissy’s help, it would’ve been a cute one, had Dustin not ruined it with his Star Wars decorations. Lucas and Max showed up as well, ‘surprising’ him by throwing a bunch of balloons and confetti at him.

They made him blow out the candles, before forcing him to open all the presents. Dustin’s present was not surprising, at all. A Star Wars movie collection. Lucas had given him a keychain, with a little basketball pendant. Max acted all careless as always, shrugging it off when he gave her a kind smile and a ‘thank you’, yet, she gave him one of the best presents, a collection of polaroids of him with the teens, with Robin and even you, along with new records, claiming that he needs to expand his music taste. He has yet to unwrap Robin’s presents.

They ate cake, went to the movies and the diner. And afterwards, Steve drove everyone home. Robin didn’t believe him when he said that he made plans with his parents for the evening, that they’d come home to spend his birthday with him. She was suspicious, not buying the lies he was feeding her with, Steve could tell but she had no choice but to say goodbye when he dropped her off at home, he really didn’t want her to stay longer than she had to, he wanted to be alone, by himself. So, when she begrudgingly got out of the car and gave him a sad smile, he gave her a cheerful one back, pretending to be happy when he was feeling anything but it.

He didn’t go home. He knew that his parents wouldn’t come and he couldn’t stand the thought of staying in that big house, all by himself, tonight. He drove past your street, as well, fighting the urge to go and see you.

There is only one place he knew he would find peace at. The Hideout.

Now, he is sitting here, in the corner of the bar, with a drink that he had bought with his fake ID, soon he won’t have to use it anymore. With his head hung low, he lets his mind go to places that he had avoided all day. Dark thoughts that hold nothing but heartbreak and loneliness. He doesn’t feel miserable, just really fucking sad. He has people who care about him, friends who love him, people he now considers family. And yet, he still feels lonelier than ever.

He looks around the bar, it’s not very crowded, it never is. Maybe on weekends, but never during the week. Rock music plays in the back, he hears the chatter of a group of young men by the bar, they’re laughing, throwing back drinks – they are clearly having a great time. For a while, Steve watches them. How they laugh with each other, how they all look so carefree and happy. He doesn’t even know what it feels like to feel that way anymore, to have fun and be happy without ruining everything with his actions in the matter of just a few minutes.

He sighs, leaning back in the chair, he looks down at his drink, that lately he started to find more and more comfort in.

The door opens but he doesn’t bother to look up, not caring about whoever it is that walked through the door. He is so focused on the miserable feeling inside his chest, the tearing, the longing, the yearning, the hurt.

Before his mind can react, his heart is already fluttering when he hears your voice. He raises his head, eyes finding you immediately. You’re here. You’re here with Eddie. And you look more beautiful than ever. You’re wearing a black dress and the dark denim jacket that he was cursing at, last year when he had yet to find out who it belonged to. Your hair is falling softly in waves, your lips are glowing a soft pink beneath the dim light, you’re giggling, slapping Eddie’s arm playfully when he whispers something in your ear.

His eyes soften, despite you being here with him, giggling at him, he can’t help but smile when he finally sees you again. It’s only been a few weeks since he had properly seen you, yet, it seems like forever.

When your eyes find him and your giggles die down, your smile falls and your eyes widen. He freezes. Not knowing how to react or what to do. Not only have you caught him staring, you have also caught him lying. Again. You were the first person he lied to about his birthday plans. He looks away with a blush on his cheeks, his hand grip the glass tighter, he inwardly curses himself out for coming here, tonight.

“It’s his birthday, right?” Eddie mumbles behind you.

“Yeah,” you whisper in confusion. “He told me that he would spend his birthday with his parents..”

Eddie looks away from you and back at Steve. He sits there, looking crestfallen. His shoulders are slumped, his face etched with sadness, he can see it, even from a distance. The sight of him sitting there so lonely and sad is pitiful. Eddie knows what he feels like, at this moment. His dad never cared about him, not even on his birthdays, he never even bothered to give him a call from wherever he was currently living or staying at.

But, Eddie has Wayne, he always had Wayne. Steve doesn’t. He doesn’t have anyone who looks after him. He is all by himself.

“I guess they didn’t come,” you mumble with sadness and a hint of disappointment in your voice. “They never do.”

“Robin told me that he was acting weird when he dropped her off earlier.”

Despite his dislike for him, he can’t help but feel bad for Steve. The people he wants the most, aren’t in his life.

His parents are gone.

You are gone.

Steve had changed. As much as he doesn’t want to admit it, Eddie can see that he has changed for the better. That he isn’t the guy who hurt you, who left you standing on your birthday, who broke your heart and left you for someone else. He isn’t that guy anymore. Had he still been that guy, Eddie wouldn’t even bother to look at him twice and feel any ounce of pity for him but now, things are different. He is different. In a way, it scares Eddie, because he knows that he now has a chance for a second try, with you.

“Do you think he’s here by himself?”

You shrug, looking away from Steve, you turn towards Eddie, “yeah.”

You feel the little item in your pocket, the one that suddenly feels too heavy, the one you itch to reach for and give it to the one you got it for.

Eddie looks down at you, at the sadness in your eyes. For once, it doesn’t make him feel frustrated or annoyed to see you be so sad for someone who hurt you.

“No one should be alone on their birthday,” Eddie mumbles.

“Yeah,” you sigh, looking down at your hands. “But, I-I guess it’s what he wanted, he could’ve spent time with Robin.”

“He was with her before, wasn’t he?”

“Yeah.”

Eddie sighs. There is hesitation in your voice and in your eyes.

“Do you want to spend time with him?” He asks, already feeling the dread tugging in his chest, knowing that the night won’t go the way he wanted it to.

For a moment, you stare into Eddie’s brown eyes, there’s a kindness in them, kindness for him. That is something so rare.

“Uh, I’m sure he wants to be alone.”

Eddie knows you. Eddie knows what you want, right now. But, you are hesitating out of fear of upsetting him.

“Sweetheart,” he whispers, placing his finger under your chin, tilting your head up. “I won’t get angry. If you want to spend time with him tonight, we can cancel our plans and you can go be with him.” He nudges his chin into Steve’s directions. “I don’t like him but, shit, even I can’t stand the fucking kicked puppy look that he’s sporting, right now.”

You eye his face. Even through the sadness for Steve, the smile for you, you can see the slight fear in his eyes. The fear that any moment with you, will be his last one before you find your way back to Steve, before you say goodbye to a friendship that might’ve saved your life. But even through the fear, he still wants the best for you, he still wants what you want.

“I think he wants to be alone,” you repeat.

Eddie looks over your shoulder to see him staring at you.

“Nah, I don’t think so.”

You sigh, shaking your head.

“What if we all hang out together?”

“Sweetheart, I don’t think that Steve would be happy to spend time with me–”

“Please, Eddie,” you whisper, mustering up the best puppy eyes and a pout that he can never say no to. “We can just have fun together, you’ve never met drunk Steve before, he can be funny – unless he decides to break your heart but, that won’t happen to you, don’t worry,” you giggle.

He raises his brows at you, surprised that you are making a joke about that.

“You go buy us drinks and I’ll go convince him to spend time with us. We can just all get drunk together, maybe you’ll finally get along,” you shrug, giving him a sheepish smile, you place your hands on his chest, pushing him towards the bar, not taking no for an answer.

“I don’t think it’ll take much convincing,” he snorts. As though you would ever have to convince Steve to spend time with you. Eddie is certain that all it takes is a glance from you and that man is already by your side, you got Steve wrapped around your finger, just like him, and you don’t even know it.

You turn on your heel, not waiting for a response from Eddie. You make your way over to Steve, whose head is still hung low. Your heart thumps a little faster in your chest when you inch closer and closer to him. You push your hand into your pocket, reaching for the tiny bag that you had taken with you earlier when you considered dropping by his house.

You stop in front of him, taking a shaky breath as you place the small bag on the table, sliding it towards him.

“Happy birthday, Steve,” you whisper.

His wide eyes stare at the bag, the tiny jewelry pouch that clearly holds a present inside for him. His eyes soften, staring at your ringed fingers that linger next to his hand for a moment.

He looks up, slowly. Hazel eyes flashing with softness when they meet yours. You stare at him with a shy smile, sadness lingering in your pretty eyes. His heart flutters so strongly, he longs to touch you.

“Thank you,” he whispers, giving you a smile. “W-What’s that?” He asks, pointing to his present without tearing his eyes from you.

“I got you a little present. I-It’s nothing special just, I just wanted to get you something. You don’t have to open it now, just uh–”

“Y/n,” he smiles, interrupting your rambling, “you didn’t even have to get me anything but I appreciate it, I will love it.”

“You don’t even know what it is.”

“Yeah but it’s from you, so, I will love it, dolly.”

A smile appears on your face, you nod slowly, whispering a small ‘okay’. You know that Steve always loved to keep certain presents for last, so you’re not surprised to see him tucking it into the pocket of his jeans.

“Your parents didn’t come?”

He looks down, holding the glass tighter, he shakes his head, unable to bear the pitiful look on your face.

“Oh.”

“It’s okay,” he whispers before you can say ‘I'm sorry, steve.’ He doesn’t want you to pity him.

“No, it’s not. You shouldn’t be alone.”

“I-I wasn’t alone, I was with Robin all day and the kids–”

“But, now you are.”

He raises his head to look at you. And, before he can even say anything, his words get caught in his throat when he looks at you. Your eyes are glistening, not with tears and sadness, but with something else, something he cannot read. You look at him differently than you did weeks ago, not in a way that scares him or breaks him but, in a way, that only leaves him with one too many questions. He struggles to read you, to understand you. It’s like he can no longer see through you the way he could before. Nonetheless, he feels so calm and safe in your presence and he wants this moment to last forever.

“Right now, I’m not, though. You’re here.”

You smile at his words.

“Yeah, I’m here.”

When Eddie appears by your side, Steve tries not to let his smile fall.

Right. He is here too.

“Happy Birthday, man.”

To Steve’s surprise, he sees Eddie not with two but three shots in his hands, he places them all on the table. Grinning at him in a way he can’t tell whether it’s a kind one or a sarcastic one.

“Thanks,” Steve nods at him.

Eddie pulls the chair back for you, you smile at him, taking the seat across from Steve. Eddie sits down beside you, leaving Steve with a questioning look on his face as he looks between the two of you.

“W-What?”

“You think we’re gonna let you spend the night alone, Harrington?”

Steve looks at Eddie in confusion, hearing these words not from yours but from his mouth leaves him more puzzled than ever. Eddie spending time with him willingly? He purses his lips, squinting his eyes as he turns to look at you. You smile at him, shrugging. You slide one of the shots towards him.

“I mean, I thought that we could spend this night together,” you say, smiling with hope in your eyes. “Or we can leave if that’s what you–”

“No, I-I want to.”

He looks between you two, giving Eddie an awkward smile.

“Cool! Let’s drink, then.”

“Yeah, let’s drink,” he chuckles as he ditches his glass of whiskey for the shot of whatever Eddie had ordered.

“When’s the last time you got drunk?” You ask them both.

“Oh man,” Eddie mumbles, leaning back in his seat, he puts his arm on the back of your chair. “I don’t even remember, it’s been a while. What about you, sweetheart?”

“Uh, well, I had a cocktail night with the girls, a few weeks ago,” you say, giggling. “Oh, also at a party.”

You and Eddie look at each other, he instantly knows what party you are talking about when he sees the amused look on your face. He chuckles, though he instantly gets taken back that night. When you showed up with that stolen bat plushie, when you told him how much you missed him, when you told him that you wished you met him first.

Steve looks between you two, a sinking feeling in his stomach takes place. There are things you share with Eddie, things that he will never know about because he isn’t in his place anymore.

“I knew it! I knew you were lying to me, Dingus!”

Startled by the voice, all three of you snap your heads towards the angry girl walking towards the three of you with a frown on her face, pointing her finger at Steve.

Steve’s eyes widen, “I can explain.”

Something about the anger on Robin’s face and the panic in Steve’s features makes you giggle.

Robin slaps the back of his head, lightly.

“Ouch! Robin!”

“You are such a–”

“Dingus, yeah yeah, I know.”

Eddie laughs at that, smirking at Steve who throws him a glare.

“You think that’s funny, Munson?”

Eddie leans back with a satisfied grin, “actually yeah.”

Robin plops down in the seat next to Steve, still staring at him with a frown on her face.

“Why did you lie to me? Why are you here?”

Steve sighs, scratching the back of his neck as he gives her a sheepish smile.

“And what are you two doing here?” She asks, turning to look at you and Eddie.

“Came here for a couple of drinks and then we found this sad puppy,” Eddie mumbles, pointing at Steve.

Steve rolls his eyes, mumbling a few incoherent words under his breath.

“We just asked him to spend the night with us.”

Robin gives you a surprised look before her eyes move back to Eddie, who, doesn’t look as enthusiastic about this whole thing as you do.

“How did you even know I was here?”

Robin leans her elbow on the table, tilting her head at Steve, “well, I was craving some burgers and my favorite driver was apparently at a birthday dinner so I couldn’t ask him to drive me, so I walked, imagine my surprise when I saw a certain BMW standing in front of The Hideout.”

“Robin–”

“No! Don’t Robin me! Why’d you lie?”

Steve didn’t want her to feel like it’something she had to do, hang out with him, spend his birthday with him because there’s no one else for him other than her. He doesn’t want her to do anything out of pity for him.

He doesn’t feel comfortable to talk about it in front of Eddie or even you, knowing that you pity him the most. You always did and he hated it. A part of him always thought that that’s why you were with him, because you pitied him, the sad boy who was always abandoned by his own parents, because you knew he had no one else that cared about him, that loved him. So you stayed, you stayed even when you shouldn’t have.

Even now, you look at him with those big sad eyes with that look of pity in them.

“Robin,” you warn when you notice how uncomfortable he looks, how he clenches his jaw and bites his lip.

Eddie senses the tension, the looks you are giving Robin, the way she is ignoring you because she desperately wants an explanation from Steve.

“Lay off, Robin. Maybe he just wanted to get a few drinks and not deal with your annoying ass,” he says to her with a grin.

She flips him off, rolling her eyes at him.

“Just relax, here, take my shot and drink it, you need it, Robin,” you say, sliding the shot glass towards her.

She turns towards the two of you, shaking her head with squinted eyes, “you’re both pretty rude.”

“So are you, Robby.”

“Ew,” she scrunches her face up at Eddie, “don’t fucking call me Robby.”

“I’m gonna keep calling you that, if you don’t stop being so rude to sad birthday boy over there.”

Steve sighs, running his hand down his face.

“Can you just call me Steve, dude?”

You giggle at the annoyed look on his face.

Eddie grins, “okay, Steve.”

“Not like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re mocking me!” Steve exclaims.

“How am I mocking you, Steve?”

Steve scoffs, shaking his head, “see, you’re doing it again!”

“Oh my god, shut the hell up!” Robin slams her hands against the table, truly, shutting them both up. “Eddie, get me a drink.”

Both Steve and Eddie look at her as though she had grown two heads, while you giggle at her little outburst.

“That was an order.”

“Damn girl,” Eddie whistles, getting up from his chair, “you need more than one drink,” he mumbles as he walks off.

“You are both two immature idiots,” she groans, burying her hands in her hair.

“You are so mean to me,” Steve mumbles, looking at her in disbelief, “and that on my birthday!”

A smile tugs at your lips, you look between them, chuckling at the way she rolls her eyes at him.

“You know what, I really need a few drinks.”

“Wait, are we actually doing this?” Steve asks, gesturing to the shots on the table.

“What, getting drunk?”

He nods at you.

“Yeah. Just like old times, right?” You smile at him in a way you always used to.

“Just like old times.”

His eyes suddenly flash with amusement, he snorts, “do you remember my fifteenth birthday?”

Your eyes widen as a giggle falls from your lips.

“Of course I remember!”

Robin’s eyes flash with curiosity. There’s things she doesn’t know about yours and his friendship, things neither you or Steve had talked about yet.

“Wait, what happened on your fifteenth birthday?”

Your eyes light up with excitement, you lean closer to the table, looking at Steve, waiting for him to tell the story.

He chuckles at the look on your face before he turns his body towards Robin.

“We stole my dad’s super expensive wine, he was supposed to take it to some event – I got in so much trouble for that, by the way,” he says to you.

“I know, I know. Keep going, Steve.”

“Alright, so, we stole that wine bottle. We played a drinking game, kept passing that bottle back and forth until we were fucking hammered,” he says, chuckling as he thinks back to that day in his backyard. The way you giggled at anything he said, the way you danced and ran around barefoot on the grass, the way you jumped in his pool, fully clothed, the way he hugged you when you were both in the water.

“This crazy girl over there started to cannon ball into my pool–”

You giggle at the memory.

“She did it over and over again and it looked so fun so I joined her. Honestly, it was pretty fun but I had half a bottle of wine and ate a whole pizza before that.”

“Oh,” Robin scrunches her face up, already seeing where this is going.

Steve can’t even fight the smile off his lips, his eyes crinkle, his cheeks flush and he giggles, “we’re in the pool, having the best time of our lives, right? And, fifteen year old me apparently thought that it was a good idea to kiss my best friend, but I totally missed her lips and kissed her nose and she fucking laughed at me, but I wanted to try again. I lean in when I suddenly feel the urge to throw up.”

“Oh, ew! Stop!”

“He threw up in the pool, Robin!”

“That’s so disgusting!” She whines, trying to get the image of Steve puking into the pool out of her head, “you don’t have any better stories to tell?”

You and Steve can’t help but laugh harder at her reaction.

“I mean the kiss on the nose is fucking embarrassing, Steve. But throwing up in front of her afterwards?”

“I thought it was funny,” you giggle.

“What is funny?” Eddie asks when he comes back with two drinks for Robin, placing them on the table and sliding them towards her before he sits down beside you again.

“Trust me, you don’t wanna know,” Robin says with a look of disgust on her face.

“I don’t?” He asks, glancing at you and how amused you look.

“No, you really don’t.”

“Okay,” he snorts.

He glances at Steve, grinning at him, “hey dude, I got a birthday present for you.”

All three of you turn to look at Eddie in surprise, watching him in curiosity when he raises his hand, reaching for something in the pocket of his dark flannel. He picks out a joint, tossing it at Steve who catches it with one hand.

He laughs at that, raising one brow, giving Eddie a smile, “I do appreciate this, it’s kind of expensive nowadays.”

“Is it expensive?” You ask, turning to Eddie, “you always give me some for free.”

Eddie’s lips curl into a smile, he lifts his hand towards your face, tapping your nose with his finger, “well, you’re my best friend.”

Steve keeps his eyes down, not wanting to look between you and Eddie.

You smile at the way Eddie looks at you, the way his eyes glisten, the way his cheeks are always a little red, the way–

“Do you guys wanna smoke this?” Steve asks, cutting the voice in your head.

“Here?”

He chuckles at Robin, “of course not. We could go back to my place, my parents aren’t home, anyways.”

To Eddie’s surprise, he not only directs these words at you and Robin, he also directs them at him.

“Uh, I’d love to!” Robin grins.

Steve gives you a hopeful smile, one that makes it impossible to say no to him.

“Me too.”

At that, his eyes light up and his smile grows bigger.

“Sure, let’s do it.”

“We’ll have to walk though,” Robin gestures to the drink Steve already had, “cause you can’t drive and I don’t have a license.”

He shrugs, “we can take Eddie’s van and I’ll get my car tomorrow morning.”

“Uh, no,” Eddie mumbles, scratching the back of his neck, “my uncle took my van cause his car is at the shop, we walked here.”

Steve sighs, “shit.”

“But you could let me drive, I didn’t have anything yet,” Eddie smirks, pointing to the untouched shots.

Steve snorts at him with a deep glare, “uh, yeah, keep dreaming, Munson,” he mumbles as he leans back, reaching for the keys in his pockets, you all watch him curiously. “The only one who’s allowed to drive my car is dolly.”

Robin raises her brows in surprise when Steve chucks his keys at you that you quickly catch, looking down at them with a dumbfounded expression before your eyes light up and you look up, beaming at Steve.

“Okay, let’s go,” you smile, excitedly as you play with the car keys. You scoot back, getting up from the chair. Robin knocks back one shot before she gets up as well. Steve and Eddie glance at the four untouched shots on the table and then, their eyes meet, they both shrug at each other and reach for two shots, each.

Robin pats Steve’s shoulder, chuckling when he knocks one back and then the other, grimacing at the strong taste.

You giggle at Eddie, who looks unfazed by the bitter taste.

“Let’s go, ladies and.. Steve,” he grins.

“Dude.”

“Don’t start this again,” Robin warns, pointing at them both before she rushes over to you, wrapping her arm around your shoulder, she grins, “us ladies, ride in the front, and you two can cuddle in the back,” she winks at them, pulling you away with a giggle.

After an eventful ride to Steve’s house and a few shots of tequila, you all settled in his backyard, each of you occupying one of the many loungers around the pool. Passing around the joint that Eddie had given Steve as a ‘birthday gift’. You are sipping on a drink that Steve has made for you, coke mixed with his dad’s expensive whiskey. You are pretty sure that you will regret the amount of alcohol and weed you are having tonight, when you wake up tomorrow morning. But the floaty and giddy feeling you are experiencing right now, will have to make up for it.

Steve is sitting on the lounger beside you, a can of beer in his hand, his lips wrapped around the joint that is already stained with your lipstick. A spitcurl is hanging in front of his eyes, he doesn’t bother to push it away. He shakes his head at something Robin had said to him, something you didn’t even hear because you were too busy letting your eyes skip back and forth between him and the curly haired metalhead who now left his lounger to be closer to you.

Eddie wraps his hands around your calves, stroking your skin softly with his ringed fingers as he places your feet on his lap. He does it all without breaking his conversation with Robin. Though he feels the goosebumps on your skin, he hears the breath that hitched in your throat when he touched you. He hides his smirk behind his drink as he takes a sip of the cold beer.

Steve clenches his jaw as he looks between you and Eddie. The way he continues to stroke your calf, the way he smirks at your reaction, the way you are blushing, biting your lip as you look down at the hand touching your skin.

He forces himself to look away, turning back to Robin, he offers her the joint.

“Thanks,” she mumbles, giggling when she almost doubles over as she reaches for the joint.

“Already hammered and we haven’t even played a drinking game yet, tsk,” Eddie shakes his head, giving her a playful grin.

With an eye roll, she gets up, placing the joint between her lips as she sits down next to Steve.

“A drinking game, huh? What kind? ‘Never have I ever’? Okay,” She grins at him without giving him a chance to reply. “Never have I ever had a girlfriend,” she smirks, teasing him.

Steve licks his lips, chuckling at Eddie, who nods at her with an annoyed look on his face.

You raise your eyebrows, “why are you teasing him, I never had a girlfriend, either,” you shrug.

“Yeah but you had a boyfriend,” she mumbles, nudging Steve’s shoulder.

Eddie tilts his head at you, looking you up and down with a smirk, “do you want one?”

“A girlfriend?” You ask as you raise the glass to your lips, shrugging, “I don’t know, I never thought about it but kissing girls is fun, so.. I suppose doing anything else with a girl is fun too.”

Eddie’s lips part, his brown eyes widen, darkening as they do so. He swallows as he continues to stare at you. Millions of questions run through his mind. There are things he doesn’t know about you, yet?

Robin and Steve look at you in surprise.

“Wait, w-what?” He mumbles, laughing nervously.

Robin’s lips curl into a smirk, “you kissed a girl before? Who?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, do tell us your dirty little secrets.”

“Hmm, no,” you smirk, batting your eyelashes at him.

“Was that before or after me?” Steve asks, cheeks flushed red as he tries to fight the images out of his mind.

“Before you,” you giggle.

“Shit, I wanna know who it was.”

“Me too, Eddie,” Robin says. “I know that it wasn’t Chrissy, she’d tell me.”

“Huh, was it another girl from the cheer squad?”

You shake your head at Eddie, biting your lip to keep yourself from laughing.

“Were you close?”

You shrug, nodding your head.

Steve squints his eyes, tilting his head at you.

Robin’s jaw drops a little when she figures it out. There is only one girl that you’re close with that wasn’t in the cheer squad – well, besides her.

“Holy shit,” she mouths at you, grinning.

Steve and Eddie glance at each other in confusion.

It’s amusing how obvious the answer is, yet, neither of them are close to figuring it out.

“If you think kissing a girl is fun, you should try eating one out,” Robin mumbles before she takes a drag from the joint, “it’s the best thing ever.” She blows out the smoke, not noticing the confused frown on your face.

“For once, I have to agree with you, Robin,” Eddie chuckles.

Steve freezes, closing his eyes as he looks down.

“Huh?”

Noticing the look on your face, Robin suddenly regrets opening her mouth about that. Your lips are parted, your eyes filled with confusion and curiosity, your brows are pinched together as you stare at her with a questioning look on your face. She straightens her back, muttering a quiet ‘fuck’ under her breath when she looks at Steve’s embarrassed face.

“What’s that?”

Eddie freezes. The smirk falls from his face, he glances at you, at the clueless, lost look on your face. Oh. Steve had never – fuck. How? If you were his, he’d spend day and night on his knees, worshiping you.

“Huh?” This time, it’s him, whose confused.

You look at him with big and curious eyes.

“What is that, I don’t watch porn.”

“Damn, I guess it’s time to,” Robin mutters through gritted teeth.

“Licking someone’s pussy, sweetheart. And well, fucking one with your tongue.”

Your jaw drops, your cheeks heat up and you stare at him in shock. You look cute like this and he could stare at you forever but, in his state of shock, he slowly turns his head towards Steve, eyes filled with concern, confusion and disbelief, “dude, what is wrong with you?”

Steve, whose face is beet red, glares at him.

“I’m very self conscious of not doing a good job, so–”

“You learn!” Eddie throws his hands up.

“What, Munson, are you the pussy expert or something?” He scoffs, rolling his eyes at him.

You look back and forth between them. Taking in the sight of Eddie’s slightly angered face and Steve’s embarrassed one.

“I have eaten my share of pussy, thank you very much.”

The scoff falls from your lips before you can even stop it. Neither of them acknowledge you though, until you open your mouth. “What, like three?” You scoff, again. “You only fucked three girls, that’s what you told me, unless you lied about that.”

Eddie swallows, glancing at you, he fails to notice just how intense the look in your eyes is.

“There’s a difference between sex and foreplay, sweetheart.”

You bite the insides of your cheeks, swallowing the bitterness on your tongue as you look into his eyes. Not once, had you spent a single second wondering if Eddie was seeing someone, if he was fooling around with girls when he wasn’t with you. But now that you think about it, now that you imagine him with other girls, you suddenly feel the bile rising in your throat. The sickening feeling makes you want to drop to your knees and puke out the waffles you had eaten this morning.

“So, when was the last time you did that then, Eddie?” Robin asks, both curious to know and to see your reaction.

He shrugs, “I don’t know, Buckley. I don’t keep count of how many days–”

“Yes, you do! Men always do!”

He doesn’t feel comfortable sharing that in front of you, but he knows that Robin won’t drop it until she gets an answer she’s satisfied with. Besides, you probably won’t even care. Despite Dmitri’s encouraging words, he still refuses to believe that there are any feelings other than the platonic ones that you feel for him. This won’t hurt you, right?

“Fine! Two or three months ago, happy? Now, Harrington, I think I should teach you some basics.”

You feel as though a cold bucket of water has been dropped on you. Your heart leaps to your throat as your stomach drops. Another wave of sickness floods through you. You stare at him, not noticing Steve’s or Robin’s eyes on you.

When was that? Was it the weekend you couldn’t spend time with him? The night you couldn’t come to his gig? Was it before or after he had gotten angry at you for kissing Steve?

It shouldn’t affect you as much as it does, it shouldn’t make you feel this sick, this jealous. You barely figured out your feelings for him. But the longer you stare at him, listen to his words, you can’t help but feel anger rather than jealousy.

You didn’t have feelings for him back then, or at least, you weren’t aware of them. He’s single and free to do whatever he wants but so are you – so were you when you kissed Steve and yet, he was so angry at you when he found out about it. He treated you so coldly, all because he hated the thought of you kissing Steve. Yet, he was out there fooling around with other girls.

“You have never actually eaten pussy before, dude?” Robin mumbles.

Steve rubs the back of his neck, nervously, “I mean, yeah. Just not–” he pauses with a look of shame in his eyes as he briefly glances at you.

You roll your eyes.

You’re not surprised to hear that, you’re not even hurt. After everything that happened between you and him, his sex life with Nancy is the last thing you had ever worried about. You always knew that he treated her better than he ever treated you.

And, that he tried new things with her isn’t anything shocking to you, anyways.

You open your mouth but before you can say something that might ruin the night, you press your lips together again. Sighing, you look down at your drink. You take a deep breath before you raise the glass to your lips, gulping down the rest of it.

You plaster a smile on your face. Ignoring the concerned looks that Robin is giving you. She thankfully changes the topic. Eddie and Steve, surprisingly fall into yet another conversation.

Their distraction allows you to slip away for a moment, you pass by Robin without meeting her eyes and make a quick escape to the bathroom. Locking yourself into the small room for a moment to collect yourself.

Despite the anger you are feeling, you don’t want to ruin the night for Steve.

You splash some cold water and run your fingers through your hair.

With tears in your eyes, you stare at yourself in the mirror.

Whether it’s tears of anger or tears of sadness. You are sick of it. You are sick of yourself. You are sick of crying. You are sick of the pining, of the jealousy, of the sadness.

Steve had given Nancy everything. He tried new things with her while you were grieving your relationship, crying yourself to sleep and thinking about him like a goddamn fool while he was having the time of his life with a different girl.

And Eddie, you try not to think about it, you try not to let the jealousy in. But you can’t push out the anger that you are feeling for him, right now.

Or the anger that you are feeling for yourself.

How you take everything to heart. How you let everything and everyone hurt you.

You are done.

You are so fucking done.

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