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blushweddinggowns · 11 months

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The first thing Steve could hear when he woke up was yelling. A lot of yelling.

It was hard to even make out what they were saying through the collective noise, but he could at least recognize Eddie’s voice, “You little assholes said we were going to the hospital!”

“We will! Right after we finish the plan!”

Eddie was fuming, Steve could tell just from the tone of his voice. Though it usually took a lot to make him that angry. What the hell could have happened?

“I swear to God,” Eddie hissed, “When this is all over I am kicking all of your asses.”

Steve groaned, shifting his head. It hurt like a bitch, like someone had taken a bat to it. But the voices around him were getting clearer and clearer.

"Shut the fuck up!” Eddie hissed out, venomous enough for it to actually work on most of them, “I think he's waking up. Baby, can you hear me?”

"Why do you keep calling him that?!" That was Mike, Steve was sure.

"Why the fuck do you think?!"

As much as Steve loved the sound of Eddie’s voice, he’d really appreciate it if he toned it down a little. He opened his mouth to tell him just that, but all that came out was a pained whine. He felt cool hands go to his face, gentle as he murmured, “Sorry, Stevie. I’m here, are you okay? Can you hear me?”

Steve slowly blinked his eyes open, cringing at how that just made his head pound worse. Eddie was hovering above him, petting his hair from his spot in his lap, looking like he was on the verge of tears, “Eddie?"

"Oh thank god,” Eddie said, voice cracking near the end, “Are you okay? How’s your head?"

“Hurts,” Steve whimpered, struggling to sit up. Eddie scrambled to help him, easily lifting him by his arms pits and into his lap. Steve let his head fall onto his shoulder, grimacing at the lights flashing by. His head was fucking pounding, hard enough to make spots cloud all over his vision. But then Eddie’s arms were around him, subtly rocking him back and forth, instantly comforting.

But then Mike was yelling again, “Is he cheating on my sister?!”

Steve cringed at the noise, eyes still struggling to adjust to the difference in light.

“Just give him a second,” Eddie seethed back, his hand rubbing up and down Steve’s back, “He probably has a concussion.”

Steve brought a hand up to his forehead, a futile attempt to rub the pain away before asking, "What’s happening?”

He was at least starting to be able to see again. He looked up at Eddie who was gnawing on his bottom lip. He looked weirdly guilty like he just knew he was about to be in for it. He coughed, “A lot of things are happening, but they can wait. How do you feel?”

He felt confused, despite his vision fully clearing. He was just about to say as much when he stopped, eyes drifting down to Eddie’s chest. Had his shirt always been that red? With a trembling hand Steve reached out to touch it, eyes widening when his fingers came back wet. It was blood. Eddie was bleeding.

The sight of his boyfriend hurt was enough to snap him right out of his pained haze. He started trying to find where it was coming from, voice near hysterical when he asked, “Are you okay?”

Eddie stopped his wandering hands, holding them in his own, voice soft, “Hey, hey, I’m fine. Don’t worry, it’s not mine.”

Okay. Okay, Eddie was fine. And Steve wasn’t dying so things could officially be worse. Steve could work with that. He needed to catch up with what the fuck was happening here. It was getting a little easier to think and to see. Steve looked around, vision still a bit blurry but clear enough for him to be confused. They were in a car, with the kids? But why were they in a car? Whose car was this? And if Eddie was in the backseat with him….then who the hell was driving?

He leaned forward, struggling a little against Eddie’s hold before he caught a glimpse of who was in the driver’s seat.

Steve’s mouth fell open, before what sounded suspiciously as a screech came out of his mouth, “Is Max driving?!”

“Baby calm down! I was driving at her age, it’s fine!” Eddie said right as she mows down a freaking mailbox.

That was not nearly as comforting as Eddie thought it was. Steve stared at him, incredulous when he asked, “What the fuck happened!?”

“Billy almost killed you!” Dustin piped up, “And then Eddie came in and he like freaked out and it was awesome!”

“Yeah!” Lucas agreed, gestures wild as he tried to reenact his description, “It was crazy! He like sliced his face open and then he got him on the ground like had his arm on his neck and then knife in the other hand and-”

“And there was blood like everywhere,” Dustin went on, just as imaginative with his demonstration as Lucas, “And Billy started screaming and then Max stabbed him with the needle and we had to tackle Eddie off of him or I think he would have killed him-”

Eddie leaned over, quickly clamping a hand over Dustin’s mouth, eyes flitting between him and Steve, “I will do anything you want if you just stop talking.”

“So you won’t kick our asses after all of this?�� Lucas asked, “And you’ll help us burn the tunnels?”

“I-okay,” Eddie took a deep breath before continuing, like he was really capable of an explanation that would suddenly make all this shit not insane, “Angel, I kind of lost the plot when I found you beaten into unconsciousness, alright? I was too worried about you to think straight.”

“So you almost killed someone, got swindled by kids to do this stupid fucking plan, all while letting a twelve-year-old drive?”

“I-yes,” Eddie admitted, at least having the good grace to look guilty, “That about sums it up.”

Jesus Christ.

From the newest chapter of this fic!

#stranger things #season 2 rewrite #steddie #car scene #steddie childhood friends au #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #the universe trapped in your skin #secret relationship steddie #mike “how dare you be an adulterer” wheeler #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #eddie munson #steve harrington #max mayfield #eddie does not handle stress well #she has been updated #idk how long this creative spark will last but ima ride the lightening till i cant no more

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fly-with-the-flock · 5 months

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So anyway, in my rewrite, I’m thinking I’m gonna change it so that they can hide their wings completely by kinda like… pulling them into their backs, like a shapeshifting kinda thing? Idk. I know it doesn’t really make total sense, but neither does them being able to hide huge fucken 14 ft wings under a damn hoodie lmao

#maximum ride #max ride #maximum ride fandom #maximum ride rewrite

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junpeijackflash · 2 years

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Welp, I Guess I’ll Talk About My Maximum Ride Rewrite Now

I promised I’d post about my rewrite soon, totally not expecting to do it for at least a few weeks. Then I opened up my doc after like a month and wrote two chapters in two days.

So, now equipped with a stronger drive to write (at least for now) I’ll share some details on my rewrite project. I’ll be putting this under a cut because holy fuck I did not expect to write this much:

The full title for the series is going to be Fly On, Maximum Ride. The individual book rewrites are going to be from song lyrics (or song titles? haven’t decided). Incidentally, the “Fly On” part of the title also comes from song lyrics.

Why, you may ask, am I doing the cliché AO3 “song lyrics as the title” thing? Because music ended up having a larger impact on this series than intended. What started out as me listing each flock members’ favorite bands and songs somehow wove so deeply into them that I cannot remove it.

(I’m aware kisses4butterflies on AO3 also has a music thing going in their rewrite. I came up with my version independently, and I do think it’s cool we had similar ideas)

Now to what people actually care about: the story and characters 👀

First off: Jeb never died/faked his death. He is still living with the flock as we speak, leaving the house every so often to get groceries or supplies for the flock. Sometimes he’s gone for a few days, sometimes weeks, sometimes a bit longer. But he’s still a part of the flock’s life. He trains them, teaches them, makes sure they’re healthy, rewards them when they do good, etc.

Ari sadly does not exist. I could’ve tried to come up with something for him, but I removed him from the plot so early on there’s no way to squeeze him back in. Maybe he could’ve been living with the flock as a normal human kid, but I feel like that would’ve just made him Gazzy Without Wings so :/

The house is…different. I don’t want to say much on that now, but just know the flock isn’t waking up with the sun or going on daily flights around the Sangre De Cristo Mountains. They go outside to train and occasionally play, but only when Jeb lets them.

Max, Fang, and Nudge are probably the only real physical fighters of the bunch. Iggy’s extremely good at assembling traps and weapons he can use, but he doesn’t have the same training as his siblings. Gazzy is training to be a good fighter, and training with Iggy on building things (he’s much more eager about the bombs than Iggy is), but he’s still a kid and he’s still learning. Angel is a six year old, and she’s also slightly lagging behind on her motor skills, so safe to say she is not good in a fight.

The flock still looks somewhat human-like, but not enough that they pass 100%. Their wings are massive, for one, and they can’t just fold them up into their backs. They need bulky jackets and pants to squish their wings inside if they want to hide them. They also have feathers along the backs of their arms and legs. Their pectoral muscles are larger and they have broader shoulders, all to help support the wings. They have smaller and rounder bird eyes with raptor vision, and they’ve got hollow bones and air sacs just like birds do.

In terms of what birds the flock’s wings are based on: Max = golden eagle, Fang = peregrine falcon, Iggy = osprey, Nudge = american kestrel, Gazzy = red tailed hawk, Angel = ferruginous hawk. Their eyes also match the birds they’re based on.

Everyone in the flock has pretty noticeable scars. Max has a large one on her cheek. Fang has several long ones across his chest. Iggy’s eyes are basically a scar on their own. Nudge has scars on her hands that flare up in pain. Both Max and Gazzy have scars around their neck in the same places. Angel doesn’t have scars yet, but she’s going to get some soon.

The kids fully believe they’re freaks of nature who cannot live outside of their home or else they’ll be hunted down or taken back to The School.

The flock all consider themselves siblings. This does in fact mean no Max-Fang romance. Honestly I wouldn’t know what to do with it even if they weren’t siblings. I have 1 (one) planned romance in book 2, and it doesn’t involve either of them.

There’s not de facto leader, since Jeb is still there. Max, Fang, and Iggy all take up different roles when he’s gone to help around the house.

Max and Fang do have a really close bond, though. They were cage neighbors at The School for as long as they can remember, and they developed a very close friendship, always looking out for one another, always ready to do anything to save each other. Even now, four years after leaving The School, they’re constantly there for each other, helping deal with trauma the only ways they know how.

Of course, when Max and Fang aren’t physically or mentally able to help, Iggy’s there to be the emotional support for his siblings. He’s one of the oldest kids, so he’s treated as such, James. Admittedly, there is A Lot to Iggy that won’t get unpacked until after book 1. But he’s still very blind. Still very skilled. Still very gay.

Nudge, being one of the younger three, got to have a slightly happier childhood, free to play with dolls and be a kid. She still struggles with nightmares and flashbacks, but not to the degree that her older siblings do. Now that she’s getting older, she has to train more, something she hates. Just like in canon, she really just wants to be a normal girl. She’s scared of people, but also fascinated by them and wishing she could live like they do.

Gazzy barely remembers anything from The School. It definitely had an impact on him, but the few memories he has are implicit childhood ones that are more sensory than anything. He’s the most innocent of the kids, but he’s also very aware of his siblings’ struggles and tries to help when he can. He’s willing to fight, despite his total lack of experience.

Angel, unfortunately, absorbed plenty of bad memories as a baby, when she couldn’t control her powers very well and overheard everyone’s nightmares. She’s aware of what happened at The School, but she tries not to bring it up because it makes her siblings sad. She still has nightmares about it, still remembers things she shouldn’t. However, memories don’t quite compare to experiencing the real thing...

Gazzy and Angel are indeed biologically related instead of just found family. I’ve put a bit of emphasis on that being different. Not in a way that invalidates found family, don’t worry. It’s just that I personally believe if you already have a found family dynamic and are now including blood siblings, there should be some significance to it, because otherwise why do they need to be related if everyone is already family? Basically: Gazzy and Angel are very very close. They love each other, they play together, they barely ever argue or fight. They’re babies, and I will protect them (I say as I put them through several back-to-back traumatic events)

Speaking of biological families…uh, most of the flock doesn’t have any. Max isn’t Jeb and Dr. Martinez’ kid, the flock doesn’t go on a hunt for their parents that goes nowhere. In this world, a good chunk of the test subjects made through donor eggs and sperm that’s been genetically altered in advance and raised in artificial wombs. Yeah, sure, they’ve got donor parents out there somewhere, but it’s not top priority for most of the flock. They’ve got guardians looking out for them, and when they don’t they’re just fighting on their own.

Despite not being related to Dr. Martinez, Max is still Latina. I didn’t change any of the races - Fang is Asian, Nudge is black, Iggy and Gazzy and Angel are white - except for adding some clarification on Fang, since Asian is a very broad term (he’s got DNA from Southeast Asia and East Asia, more specifically The Philippines and South Korea). Again, stuff that will be more relevant after book 1.

Some kids are donated by real people, though, usually altered in very, very early stages of development and monitored heavily until they’re born. Families sign a waiver promising a nice paycheck to cover all medical expenses, and a disclaimer of possible permanent damage to the body or death. There is one member of the flock who was donated to The School this way. I’m not telling who yet.

Ohhh boy the Erasers. I have so much to say about Erasers, but I’ll have to keep it short.

When I started this rewrite, I had the question: “Why do we never see newly made Erasers? They can’t just start out as full-grown adults.” So, in this rewrite, we have child Erasers, which the flock refers to as “dogs”. They age quickly, so they do look like full grown adults when they’re three or four, however it doesn’t last long, since rapid aging doesn’t exactly stop. They live for roughly seven years max, but most of them outlive their fighting use before that.

Full-grown Erasers are stronger, tougher, and are experts at following orders since it’s all they know. Dogs, on the other hand, are wild and violent. They’ll tear into anything they get their hands on and they’re harder to control, since they’re still learning. Itex utilizes them both.

Also of note on Erasers: they’re officially just Lupine hybrids, and the Eraser nickname was made up by the various children at The School, because they only ever came to the cage room to take away the unfortunate kids who didn’t live long enough, or the kids who were too sick to keep on living, effectively “erasing” them.

The School is a nickname that Gazzy came up with after they left. He still didn’t really understand the bad place they came from and how it was affecting his siblings, but kids on TV always talked about school like it was the worst thing in the world, so he figured that must be where they came from. He used it a lot, and it stuck with the rest of the flock too.

Did I mention there’s more mutant kids? Because there’s more mutant kids. A LOT of mutant kids. 296 of them at The School alone, with over half of those being Erasers/dogs. They have to make a lot, since you never know which ones will succeed, which ones will be used for non mutation-related testing, and which ones will fail.

Where do they get the money for so many research babies? The flock doesn’t know any of this, but Itex is massive. Governments are willing to pay outrageous prices to fill their military with Erasers, and the research Itex provides from studying their mutants have cured diseases and provided better medical treatment for ordinary people around the world. The human experimentation is an open secret (though granted most people don’t know the entire process). Most of them can’t do much, however. Itex is very, very old, and it’s far too powerful for your average Joe to stop on their own.

Also there’s no “save the world” plotline. There’s some saving the world in there eventually (not now, but eventually), but it’s not a predestined thing that Jeb tells Max. Max wasn’t created to save the world. She and her siblings were created for something else...

...Anyways, that’s about all I have time for right now. I might post more details later, but feel free to hit me with a DM or an ask if you have any thoughts. Currently the rewrite is sitting at 23 chapters, which means I’m juuust over halfway done with the first draft lol. I don’t know when it’ll be out. I work on and off and I’m not super consistent. But hopefully I’ll have something done within the next twenty years. :P

#maximum ride #maximum ride rewrite #fly on maximum ride #fomr #max #fang #iggy #nudge #gazzy #angel #jeb batchelder #deepest apologies to the two people who followed me for akeshu content and now have to put up with This #if it's any consolation to them i have at least two persona 5 based maximum ride aus that i can and probably will gush about at some point

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fortheflock · 5 months

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Can someone doing a Maxim Ride rewrite make it that when they do their New York makeover challenge ( which if you're not including that, that seems like a sin because it is one of my favorite scenes in the first book cuz , it's just so fucking goofy)

Have Max dye her hair from brown to blonde.

This is mostly because of the hair controversy with the inconsistency of whether James Patterson wrote her with brown hair or blonde hair (or red???). I remember in the fandoms it was always such a talked about thing. In the book she had brown hair or brown with blonde streaks but on the cover she always had very blonde hair. The manga came out and she had blonde hair.

Movie and Marvel comic also fucked it up but I don't want to talk about it right now. But another cool concept to add to that would be having Max be very paranoid about her being chased and have her dye her hair a lot.

End game would be that she gets sick of it and shaves it out for Hawk

#maximum ride #james patterson #maximum ride rewrite #max and the ever changing hair colours

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mkzmerryfriend · 8 months

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HEY!

I can't find my old posts, I think I hid one but I don't know where those go so!!! Hey!!! I'm still writing the Maximum Ride rewrite!!!

I have a lot of material, as you might assume from the amount of time this has taken me, and feel semi-confident that I can start posting it on AO3 soon. I will make a new post here when I do finally publish it, but I wanted to let people know that I didn't just say I would do it and then dip. I have been Writing. Things are Happening. I hope this will go over Well with you all.

A short character intro for you all to get excited about for now: the Flock lives peacefully in a large home owned by Dr. Martinez in the Rockies. Max, nineteen, acts as the tentative leader when her mom isn't around. Fang, seventeen, is the house's resident shadow, and his neon gamer lights can be seen best in the dead of night, glowing from under his bedroom door. Iggy, also seventeen and one of the only two members who doesn't have wings, would be the mom of the group if he let them call him that. Naomi, fourteen, is a budding photographer with a bright future, known the house over for her beautiful aerial shots taken without the use of a drone. Angel, six and also wingless, is the house's resident little one, still innocent and hopeful about the world, living in a world where Barbie's fight the Terminator and win by challenging him to a spelling bee. Or something. Who knows what her Barbie sessions are actually about.

#maximum ride #max ride #maximum ride rewrite #how many people have actually done a rewrite of the series?#I'm excited to write even more tomorrow for the actual rewrite #don't expect the first part to come very soon tho edits have to happen first #thank you for your patience!!#also yes gazzy hit the cutting room floor and did not return there was nothing i could do #it simply makes my life easier for there to be less of them #its already a lot of characters to keep track of okay

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f1bordeaux · 9 months

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If You Cared (Part 5) | mv1

It's been years since you've indulged in a vacation. What better time is there than summer? Your family, the beach house in Italy-it seems perfect. But, for things to be just like good old times, your family needs to invite his. So of course you are having mixed feelings as the boy who broke your heart re-enters your life like nothing happened. Warnings: None Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader Word count: 2.3k Poetry style | Story style A/n: This is it! It's once again rushed because after tonight I wont have my laptop until late October and I really wanted to get this out. So forgive any errors please. I'll rewrite one day! Also, later on I'll write a sequel if you guys want me to because I love this story and the characters. Anyways, enjoy and to those of you who came along for the whole ride, I appreciate you more than you know<3 Cheers and I'll see ya in October! Part One|Part Two|Part Three|Part Four|Part Five

Once your last suitcase was in the trunk, you were ready to go.

One flight took off the following morning at 6. You were willing to sit in that small, grocery store sized airport for a few hours. Anything not to see or think about him. Right now, every room in the house was drowning in memories. You were suffocating.

“Y/n, come inside please.” Your mother begged. It was pouring down rain, and you were sitting on the patio just watching the droplets ricochet off the pool water. “You’ll catch a cold.”

“I don’t mind.” You said.

She sighed, a signal of her defeat. When you left from the charity dinner, taking your mothers rental car with you, nobody but Mia followed. About an hour later, they all pulled into the driveway. Nobody said a word as they walked through the front door to see a pile of suitcases lined up. Nobody dared to even cough as they watched you throw them all in the trunk in the pouring rain. You were done. You’d had enough. Elba was just as dead to you as he was.

Mia begged you to stay the rest of the week, saying that it was Max who should leave, but you couldn’t explain to her how every square inch of the beach house reminded you of his touch. The kitchen brought back memories of his small, butterfly kisses when you both cooked dinner or when his hand would rest on your thigh at the kitchen bar. The living room just reminded you of all the times you fell asleep in his arms during a movie and how he would carry you to your room. Your bedroom was the worst spot of them all. Your sheets still smelled like him, the mirror still displayed his reflection, his clothes were still on your floor.

“I need to go home.” Was all you could say to Mia as she begged you not to.

“Y/n?” The patio door slid open softly, but you didn’t bother looking. “Can we talk?”

“I don’t really feel like speaking to you.”

Luca didn’t sit next to you, he didn’t walk up to you or approach you. Instead, he stayed behind you, speaking to your back. Never before had you or either of your siblings had a situation like this. The three of you had always been close but this. Luca had really done it this time. You also had a little resentment for Mia, too. She’d known for a while and still let you fall head over heels for Max. Was it her fault? No, but she could have said something. She should have said something.

“I’m sorry, y/n.”

“Wow,” You scoffed. “Suddenly everything is all better! Me and Max are getting married tomorrow, want to be the ring bearer?”

“Y/n-”

“What was going through your mind, Luca? Hmm? Can I just ask you that?” You shook your head. It was hard to understand this whole situation.

“I didn’t think he’d take this seriously. I thought he’d say no and laugh it off.”

“But playing with my feelings in the first place was alright? Because you thought he’d say no it was alright?”

Luca fell silent. Obviously it wasn’t right, that much was known. But he didn’t know how to express how sorry he was, or how he didn’t think it would go this far. No matter what he said, you would come back and rebuttal his comment with something more emotional, something more meaningful. Luca wasn’t one with words, he never was and never would be. In this moment, he wished he was.

“Here.” He dropped five or six envelopes on the table next to you. “Maybe you wont forgive me, but this wasn’t his idea.”

Before you could say anything, he was inside, closing the glass door behind him. You looked at the off-white envelopes. They had your family's address on them, but your name was clearly written on there. The return address? The Verstappen house. Not Sophie and Victoria’s house, but the childhood house that Max and his father lived in.

Your heart sank.

After finding the oldest one, dating back to only a few months after he broke up with you, you slid it open and pulled out the paper. A photo fell out, alongside a dried up, flattened rose petal.

Y/n.

I miss you. It might sound selfish to say, but I really do.

I don’t think I ever realized how important love could be in life. I saw it as more of a form of entertainment rather than a necessity. I knew my feelings for you were real, I knew they were physical and emotional and everything in between, but I didn’t know how hard they’d be to get rid of. Leaving you hurt, it hurt so bad that I felt like I couldn’t breathe on my way home. But, I thought they’d go away once I was back with dad. I thought they’d be like a stomach ache or migraine. Like I said, though, they are much harder to get rid of than that. Seeing all the love that other drivers have at the track, seeing their girlfriends and moms and families hurts me. All I have is dad and, well, you know what that's like. I’ve realized that I need someone like you, someone I can laugh with, someone I can talk to, someone who will tell me it's ok and that I won't fail in life after a bad race. I need someone on my side, not someone who is only team Max when I win.

I think of you every time I race. I dedicate every win to you-and mom of course. In the photo I sent, I won my first F3 Grand Prix. It’s a huge step in the right direction and at this pace, I’m set to be the youngest F1 competitor if I can make the Toro Rosso team in a few weeks. I hope you’re there to see it.

I get it if you don't want to talk to me. I know I broke your heart and ruined the rest of your summer but please, if any drop of your feelings were real please write me back. I could use the support.

Love, Max.

Sure enough in the photo a young, 16 year old Max was hoisting a trophy in the air as champagne was sprayed on him. You picked up the rose petal and it crunched in your grasp. Where had these gone? Why didn’t you get any of them? You didn’t move out at sixteen, why didn’t you get them?

The other ones followed the same idea as the first; I miss you, I messed up, I’m making promising moves in my career, please answer my calls or reach out, I love you, Love, Max. And sure enough, every single one made you cry. Near the end of the last one, however, Max wrote;

Take this as my final goodbye. I hope you’re getting these but I’m not getting any response so maybe you’re not. I deserve this, I know. But, I was really hoping things would be different. I’m sorry for the pain I caused you, y/n. If I could take it back, I would.

Dad told me to stop wasting time writing silly letters that get no response, so I guess this is my last one. Hopefully we can reconnect someday. I hope you're watching me on TV. I hope that a piece of you still loves me, as selfish as it sounds. There will always be a place for you in my heart, always.

Goodbye, y/n. I’ve always loved you, and I always will.

Max.

Your hand came up to cup your mouth. These letters were similar to the ones up in your room. Max loved to write, and on your 15th and 16th birthday, he wrote you two beautiful letters that you said you’d cherish forever. You left them in Elba when he broke your heart.

Without even thinking, you stood up, turning on your heel so quickly you were afraid you’d fall. With the letters cradled in your arms, you ran inside. The house felt empty. Nobody was around except for-

“Mia-” You called out in between tears. “Where is-where are-Max, where is Max?”

“He left-”

“What?”

She nodded. “What’s wrong?”

“I need to talk to him. Where did he go?”

“There’s a ferry leaving in like, thirty minutes. He’s going to get on that.”

You shook your head, tossing the letters on the counter before running to the front door. You grabbed a pair of keys and darted through the rain as your sister called out your name. Max at least deserved a chance to explain himself, right? Maybe he was too prideful, too nervous, too scared to speak to you himself. That was alright. You’d just go to him.

The drive was long, you were afraid you’d miss the ferry. It left at five am, you assumed, and it was 4:48 when you pulled into the dock. He was probably already on the boat, no? He was probably already in his seat waiting for the departure to begin. That wouldn’t stop you.

Maybe fate was on your side, maybe it was meant to be. Whatever it was, Max was standing in line to load onto the boat, suitcase in hand. “Max!” You shouted. He was still in his suit, you were still in your dress. Neither of you looked as elegant as before, but it would be wrong to say you thought he looked bad.

He turned to look at you, his eyes wide when he saw who was calling your name. “Y/n?” Max turned out of line and walked near you.

In seconds your arms were around his shoulders, pulling him into a hug that took him a few beats to reciprocate. You then pulled away, looking him in the eyes as tears flooded yours. He was confused, taken aback, even. “We need to talk.”

“But I’m leaving-”

“Please stay.”

“I’m mad at you, don’t get me wrong.” You said, looking off into the distance. There was a small cafe near the dock that was open for breakfast. So, the two of you sat outside and drank tea whilst looking like complete lunatics.

“So why’d you come get me?” He asked. “You could have completely let me go.”

“What good would that do? I would just hate you forever and it would eat me alive. Just like it did last time.”

Max shrugged. “I don't think I deserve a second chance.”

“Luca gave me the letters you wrote me as a kid.”

Max turned pale. “What?”

“Yeah,” You nodded. “I never got them as a girl or trust me, I would have written you back-or texted you at least.”

“I know you never got them.”

Did you hear him correctly? He knew? In the last letter he assumed you didn’t get them. “How’d you know?”

Max looked at the sunrise that was touching the horizon. The sky looked beautiful. There were no clouds, only bright shades of reds and yellows, blues and purples. The water from the ocean reflected the scenery perfectly. He didn’t know how to answer your question. It would be embarrassing if he did. He never planned on you seeing those even though he sent them.

“I was writing your address wrong. I was one number off or something, so they all got sent back at once. I sent them back after fixing it, but I called Luca and told him not to let you get them.” He said in one breath, cheeks igniting with a blush. “I was too embarrassed.”

That's why you didn’t get them.

You were torn. If he really cared he wouldn’t have taken the bet, right? If he really cared, he would have let those letters get to you. What if this was just another elaborate part of his plan? You wanted to believe it, you wanted to see the truth in Max’s story, but you couldn’t trust him. You couldn’t read him as well as you once could. A piece of you was saying, shut up and take it, he's your dream man, and another piece of you was saying, do better.

“Did you ever really care about me?” You asked.

Max looked at you with wide eyes. “What?”

“This summer,” You reiterated. “Did you ever really care about me? Be honest with me.”

Without missing a beat he said, “I didn’t just care about you, I loved you. I don’t like to admit my feelings-mainly because I grew up in a house where feelings didn’t exist-but I couldn’t hide the love I have for you. I’ve never been able to hide it. Ask dad, mom or Vic.”

You sighed. “The scary part is, Max, even after all this, even after I found out one of the worst things, even after I felt used and objectified, I still want you. Every part of my body is screaming no, telling me to run and leave without turning back but one small, small sliver of me is begging to stay.”

Max leaned across the table, palm coming to cup your chin. He smiled softly, his breath dancing across your cheek. It felt refreshing. It felt like summer. Perhaps things would be ok. Perhaps things would always be ok.

“So stay.” He said. “I promise to love you, y/n. I will love only you.”

Your lips connected to his. It was a soft kiss, one that reminded you of your first. Did you know what was going to happen once he went back to racing and you went back to work? No. Did you know if he was your boyfriend now? No. Did you know if things were going to work out? No. But honestly, nothing in life is for certain. But damn, sitting in front of an italian coffee shop, watching the sun rise over the ocean with Max’s lips on yours felt nice.

You were excited for a lifetime of moments like these. All of them with your childhood boyfriend by your side.

And yeah, you did feel like you could call him that now. You could call Max whatever the hell you wanted to.

#f1 #formula 1 #f1 fanfic #f1 requests #f1 imagine #max verstappen #f1 angst #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen ff #max verstappen smut #verstappen x reader #verstappen ff #verstappen fanfic #verstappen #f1 x reader #formula one #red bull racing #f1 series

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elizabethsaige · 11 months

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i can’t stop with the stobin headcanons so here’s more :)

-sharing clothing obviously but also fighting like sisters when they see the other with one of their clothing items on (they don’t really care)

-dustin so badly wants to officiate their lavender wedding that he rewrites the entire speech to fit them and presents it to them like he would a project. he gets poster board and everything, making it all fancy and convincing. in the end after his performance and some serious consideration, they both say no and he pouts but they promise he can be the flower girl if he really wants to

-joyce and hopper have adopted both robin and steve as their own children. el is so excited to have two more siblings, especially a sister to do girly things with, but since robin isn’t super girly, steve steps in and does all of that fun stuff with el, who loves every minute of it. robin and will bond through art and sexuality and expression and stuff like that, but robin also teaches will a little bit of spanish (to impress mike but he doesn’t tell her that part until later)

-in fact, once robin starts hanging with will more, she comes out to him. he is really happy to have her as a sister so he doesn’t feel so alone with what he’s going through. he doesn’t outright come out to her at first, but she knows (because of course she does) and she helps him come to terms with himself. and at the end of the day, they both help each other out because seeing will become more comfortable in himself and with his sexuality actually heals baby robin who spent all of middle and high school hating who she was and wishing she could just be “normal”

-sometimes steve and robin will make coordinating outfits with similar color schemes and whatnot

-both learn sign language because robin is scared that one day steve may lose some or all of his hearing due to all of the fights and injuries and she wants to make sure that they still have a way of communicating instead of lip reading. steve cries when he finds out why she’s making them do it, out of fear but mostly out of love for his best friend

-they most definitely have kissed “just to see how it is” and it left robin running to the sink to wash her mouth out with soap because “it really was that bad”

-steve “everyone’s gonna think we’re dating” and robin “hmm tragic. let them”

-when steve is sitting on the couch, robin will come and sit on him and sprawl her whole body across his lap. they both say it’s comfy

-one summer, they decide to do a cross-country roadtrip ending in LA and max BEGS them to take her with them. when they don’t, she doesn’t talk to either of them the following days leading up to it, the whole summer, and 2 weeks into the new school year. she finally breaks when she needs to ask steve for a ride somewhere

-robin loves fall and steve loves spring, both of them hate summer and are indifferent to winter

-the first time they see each other naked was after Starcourt when steve made robin come back to his house because her parents were out of town. she tried to refuse but he looked at her so gently and pleaded so that he she wouldn’t have to be alone. once they were back at his place, he made robin take a shower first but once she got in, it was too scary and overwhelming because she couldn’t see steve. “could you just come in here with me?” steve took a minute to carefully take his clothes off without it hurting too much and climbed in. the second he was in, they hugged for what seemed like a very long time as they cried and cried, not daring to let go in fear of the other getting taken away, before helping each other wash all of the blood, sweat, and dirt off of their bodies. that night they did not sleep but the comfort of knowing the other was alright was enough

#Steve and robin #robin buckley #steve harrington #steveandrobin #headcanons #ur honor i love them #platonic with a capital p #stranger things #stranger things headcanons #st headcanons

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fandoms-in-law · 5 months

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Around Their Lake

Summary: When Steve broke up with Eddie he split a lake property he'd brought for them so Eddie could own half of it. Now they run competing camps and have to deal with a camper mix-up

Authors Note: I had this idea near the start of the month, and decided today and tomorrow I'm rewriting Rock 'n' Royals for Steddie, first as the camp owners and tomorrow as Erika / Courtney. I deny wholeheartedly this being an excuse to rewatch the film multiple times.

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This wasn't what Steve wanted for his life, was never what he'd dreamed of and part of him just wanted to stop enforcing the entire argument. Eddie was constantly saying he wanted the entire lake, wanted to extend Camp Rock and Steve, well, he didn't care.

The only reason he argued was that it was easier, far far easier than admitting that he didn't want to lose this connection with Eddie but if asked he'd probably all too willingly give up his camp for Eddie to share his passions with more kids. Robin sometimes called him out on it but often just agreed they wouldn't have worked out back when the lake property was brought.

She'd been the one to help him split the property deed before his parents ever learnt he'd brought it, and ensured that Eddie knew he had it, ownership of half the lake they'd dreamt of running away to and living peacefully with their family and kids coming to visit. Robin had been the one he'd questioned his parents re-entry to his life and doting after Hawkins was rebuilt and the one who helped him figure out.

The break up had been to protect both of them from what his parents could do and Steve hated it. He hated it even more when Eddie decided he was reverting back to his King Steve days and thought he was above him when all Steve was thinking about was how easily his parents could block Eddie and all of Corroded Coffin from ever achieving anything with their music.

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“Either you're in the wrong camp or I needed parents like yours twenty years ago.” Steve stated, seeing Erika Juno enter his office. He recognised her, easily recognised her as one of the popsters Max, El and Erica Sinclair were raving about being amazing currently, and knew that she wasn't meant for his camp, jokingly called camp royalty since Steve had focused on his favourite things when setting it up.

“Nope. I'm meant to be at Camp Rock. I was running late and went where I could hear my name being called.” Erika agreed, leaning back and putting her feet on the desk.

Steve smirked at her, doing nothing to discourage it. “Then you get two choices; I can call Camp Rock and try to sort out the mix-up while you stay here for a few days until your transfer is sorted, or you can stay here for the entire time and see whether you like horse riding, baking and ballroom dancing compared to the dance styles you're more used to.”

“As fascinating as that sounds, I'd prefer to go through the transfer. Nothing against you though. This place is flashy.” Erika decided, glancing around as she complimented his camp.

“Robin will direct you to where your room is and I'll try to catch up with you about how the transfer will work tomorrow.” Steve stood, holding his hand out to shake and gesturing to Robin.

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Camp Rock needed the space.

That was basically the entirety of Eddie's claims that he'd buy out Camp Royalty. He was sure both of them knew there was plenty of space to grow their camps closer together and both of them were avoiding doing so for all their arguments and claims of expansion, but his camp was growing more each year and he needed to extend sooner rather than later.

Except he couldn't subject his students to noise limitations here when all of them faced that at home too and Harrington's had been a family as likely to log a noise complaint as they were to get one when Steve's parents were out of town. It seemed unavoidable that after years in their pockets Steve would be just the same now.

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“And this is Miss Courtney.” Eddie said, looking at the computer screen rather than looking up at the camper now sat in his office. “Gareth, why is Miss Courtney here? I could swear it usually takes at least a day before anyone is asking for help.”

Gareth scratched his neck, before deciding to just redirect Eddie's gaze. “Well, there's been a mix-up, with Camp Royalty I think.”

“Daughter of a wealthy businessman wanting you to follow in his steps or fulfil traditional gender roles?” Eddie summarised his views of the campers across the lake.

“Something like that, but this was meant to be a fun week away from that.” She offered.

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “Not sure how that camp is getting away from it, but fine. Do you want me to call and sort out a transfer or to rebel a little, stick around here and find out how much fun you can really have?”

Courtney paused, watching him. “I don't think I'd really be much good here, so if it isn't a hassle, please can you arrange for me to transfer to the camp they meant to send me to?” She uncertainly requested.

“Your choice. Gareth will point you to the right note your staying in while I sort that out.” Eddie agreed easily with a wave.

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Steve was already pinching his nose by the time the phone was answered. “You're through to Camp Rock, if this is family news for the students please only call if it's urgent they know. How can I help?”

“Hey Gareth, it's Steve from Camp Royalty. I need to speak to Eddie. We've got one of your campers here.” He explained, already aware that Eddie rarely was the first to answer the phone.

“And we've got one of yours. I'll find him, but are we really not just letting them swap and skipping the paperwork?” Gareth asked, the sound of a door opening and closing audible through the phone.

Steve groaned, “I wish. It's the insurance paperwork though. We're already paying extra because there's no fence or separation between the borders of our camps. If we swapped campers between them without paperwork to say who is staying where the premiums would inflate exponentially.”

“Oh Stevie, you sure know how to solve a problem.” Eddie replied, chipper and confusing him before he realised the phone had been handed over without him being told. “But seriously? Are they actually charging us extra for that? Because that is idiotic.”

“The joys of things my parents forced me to learn, right? Insurance companies like to be precise over what they protect us from and things that make them more at risk.” Steve muttered, “Anyway, I've got a camper called Erika who should be over at your camp.”

Eddie laughed, “You're not sending the Sinclairs over to me just because baby Sinclair can walk rings around you.”

“Erika Juno.”

“Point to Steve.” Eddie stated, “Okay, well we do have a Miss Courtney who should be over with the snobs too. What forms do we need to processing to transfer them to each other?”

He sighed again, chuckling a little. “Just because I was forced to use computers before you found the need to doesn't mean I'm in charge of telling you how they work.” He said before explaining what the forms should be for, as well as what information would need to be included and agreeing to send copies of them over.

Robin was stood leaning against the door when he got off the phone. “You are still so gone on Eddie, it's almost sickening.”

“Not my fault that I'm a romantic.” He countered, leaning back in his seat.

“This isn't being a romantic, this is pining hopelessly without daring to ask for more than your half confrontational, half weirdly dependant neighbours thing you two have.” She stated, deadpan, “And that's coming from your entirely co-dependant, no borders allowed platonic soulmate.”

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“Robin, this is how I manage it.” Steve stated the moment he heard Erika Juno actually sing. “This is how we get Eddie to take the rest of the lake without trying to push money on me.”

Robin frowned at him, glancing around in confusion. “By walking through our camp listening to the singing classes masquerading as an acapella choir?”

“No, by making a bet on a singing competition between our camps, making Eddie think we're that confident in the Camp Rock kid we've got being able to win it for us. Winner gets the full lake.” Steve explained, grinning, “She's amazing but with the Camp Royalty campers making cliques just as much as Hawkins High did, she'll be fighting a losing battle to make the song win the contest.”

“Steve Harrington wants to set up a competition to deliberately lose? Did I die in the upside down and this is a very long hallucination.” Robin exclaimed playfully, after a quick glance around to confirm none of their campers was close enough to hear.

Steve shook his head, laughing too. “You know I've not been that focused on winning for years, practically since before we ever worked together.”

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Gareth and Eddie both stared at the phone in confusion. “That was on loudspeaker. I didn't just imagine that entire conversation, right?” Eddie mumbled after a while.

“Nope. Steve Harrington just suggested a song contest between our camps. Either he's going to fix the judges, or he's literally trying to give the rest of the lake to you for some reason.” Gareth agreed.

“Now come up with something believable for a suggestion.” He glared.

Holding up his hands and stepping back he repeated a comment the entire band had directed to Eddie a million times over the years, “Both are believable and quite possibly he'd fix it in order for us to win. Harrington has been gone on you for-literally-ever at this point. Why else would he have given you this property in your break up as if it was a divorce instead? That and I'm 100% certain his parents never knew that he'd brought the entire thing and then given half of it away.”

“It was the easiest way to get my name off the deed without getting me to agree to him buying it out.” Eddie mumbled back. “Besides he's definitely not now since he wants to get away from me and the lake.”

Gareth rolled his eyes. “Remind me how long you've been asking how much to buy him out? This could easily be just trying to fulfil what you want for the hundredth time. Someone wanting to get away from you would not, I repeat Would Not spend ages teaching you what paperwork or computer filing needs doing to run your camp effectively.”

“So he's still a good guy. He still dumped me so he could play happy families with mum and dad Harrington.” Eddie pouted.

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With the bet confirmed, Steve had wanted to just let the campers enjoy preparing for it, decide who forms the acapella group and which songs they do. The issue was that the campers didn't seem all that willing to just enjoy the process themselves.

“Is everything alright?” He asked, stepping between Olivia and Erika calmly.

“Just an artistic difference of opinion.” Olivia said, sounding stressed and overly polite compared to the ferocity that had been in her voice moments before.

Erika held out the pages he'd thought they were arguing over. “I was just asking if we could try a song I've been playing around with for the contest.”

“Friendship is a more relatable subject to sing about than being royalty, which, I might add, none of us should claim to be. Being rich because of parents successful in business does not guarantee our own success without putting the work in and learning to get along with those around us.” Steve reasoned, repeating some advice he knew Robin must have told him at some point early on in the career his parents pulled and pushed him into. She'd followed along, of course, but neither of them had enjoyed their work until they decided to build and open this camp.

“We've already chosen our performance piece.” Olivia attempted to argue but was clearly now uncertain on how important that was.

Steve nodded, “But you still have a few days left to practice. Plenty of time to learn a new song should the rest of the group want to do so. This shouldn't be a decision made by just the two of you.”

The girls glared at each other for a moment more before turning back to the group. “Okay guys, let's try practising both for today and voting on which we like more at the start of tomorrow session.” Olivia called out, clearly unhappy but accepting his point.

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He just wanted to rock out with the band, perhaps give a few hints and tips to the future chart toppers.

He did not want to walk into the studio to Sloane screaming corrections at the rest of the group and Marcus claiming no-one was feeling the song they were using for the competition.

“What if we played one of Courtney's songs?” Zia suggested.

Sloane was immediately scoffing, none of them noticing Eddie there still. “A princess can't write songs.”

“A good song can come from anywhere and anyone.” He interrupted. “Looks like you found your skills for Camp Rock. Let's hear whichever song Zia thinks would fit the competition.”

Eddie beamed as he listened to the song and got to rock out to it a bit. This was what music was meant to be about, sharing a story and having some fun together. He couldn't help but declare it able to win the competition, even if he thought he should have tried getting his campers to find a compromise themselves.

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Steve had headed back to his office, already drafting up the paperwork to sign everything over to Eddie and thought he'd heard something. If it was one of the party surprising him during a camp week he knew he'd have to wait until they decided to jump out, given both Dustin and Mike had kicked up a fuss the times he didn't. Except if it was a camper then he should probably check on them in case there's an issue he needs to help resolve.

Or he could monologue about the bet and see whether the campers react to learning about it at all. “Eddie better have the paperwork ready for when I win that bet. Camp Royalty has this in the bag and Camp Rock should be preparing to close its doors.” He tried to make his words believable while meaning none of them. He never wanted to make his campers doubt themselves or their abilities even when he was hoping they'd lose the competition.

A gasp and the sound of his table scraping slightly along the floor showed whoever was there heard and was trying to hide even more than before. “I better start getting the expansion plans finalised.” He decided, turning around to head out of the room.

Whatever was going to happen could come now, and hopefully that wouldn't backfire on him.

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The stage and binding lights had never been Steve's place. He'd never wanted the spotlight and had barely dated Eddie long enough to dream about helping them on tour, doing something backstage so he could just watch Eddie perform every night.

It had always been a 'what if' daydream since then, but now he had to co-host, at Eddie's insistence, this entire event.

“Can you believe he's single? I hear opposites attract, maybe you should find someone funny.” The words felt foreign to him, and he begged in his mind that Robin wouldn't be quoting that at him later. She already was mouthing opposites attract at his back, he was sure of it, even more so when Eddie's expression momentarily twisted.

“Let's introduce the judges.” Eddie announced, thankfully ending the stilted commentary they'd attempted making to begin the show.

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Robin and Steve were jumping around and cheering like mad.

On the other side of the audience Eddie was screaming and whistling, leaping around while Gareth hollered and encourage the rest of their campers to applaud louder.

“Never in my life did I expect this to be the outcome of this competition! I want to commend whichever campers managed to orchestrate this amalgamation, this blending, this meeting of worlds, if only for how much they must have been racing around the lake constantly to organise it.” Steve ran out onto the stage, realising that the applause was slowing down and as hosts he and Eddie were meant to be there. A glance back to the Camp Royalty section of the audience showed Robin laughing at his praise.

Eddie was soon to follow, clearly prepared to argue but pausing just as he was beside Steve, “I entirely agree, but also entirely expected you to be arguing with this. Whatever happened to competition is healthy for our campers?” He asked, clearly attempting to question whether the bet they'd made still stood.

Steve laughed, gesturing behind them, “I think it's pretty clear that even our campers don't agree with that. They've decided that rock and royalty can work together and I long since learnt better than to argue with a large group of teens. Perhaps we should even merge our camps together to see what else they'll create.”

“Hey Steve? You wanted to congratulate us for storming away from camp and befriending each other instead?” Erika called, arm around Courtney and pulling her forward from the rest of the performers.

Eddie burst out laughing then, “Oh I am so glad not to have gotten involved in whatever camp drama caused that reaction. Let me guess, you both struggled to get along with everyone in the camps you ended up in and stood out enough to have confrontations.”

“Just a few.” Courtney admitted.

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Both camps were saved, and the band had somehow launched into a completely different song Eddie was sure couldn't have been rehearsed half as much as should've been necessary to perform it so well. Except instead of being allowed to just enjoy it, he found himself being pushed away, and lowered into the backstage area by Gareth, with Robin doing the same thing to Steve, on the same lowering platform.

“I get the feeling they want us to talk.” Steve muttered, glancing around to see where the platform control was instead of heading for the way out into the audience.

“Gareth is probably expecting me to ask if this was your attempt to give me the rest of the lake or if we could date again.” Eddie sighed, hoping if he just brought up those talking points they could get back to their celebrating scheming campers quickly. “But I want to know why the campers would have made themselves a supergroup at all.”

For a moment he was just blinked at. “To Gareth's questions, the answer is yes. And to yours, I was pretty sure one was hiding in my office a few days back so spoke aloud about the bet. Not sure who or why they were hiding, but you said it yourself, I'm happy not to get involved in the camper's drama.”

“When the hell did you start wanting this again? You told me we couldn't be together and you had to spend time with your parents if they were going to so much effort for you.” Eddie ranted.

That was the thing that made Steve snap, that brought out the fierce glare Eddie had seen a few times when Hawkins was still treating him like a murderer after the Upside Down was dealt with. “I Never Stopped! I'm still utterly insulted you believed half of the nonsense I said when breaking up with you and infitely hurt you just immediately decided I was reverting back to being King Steve. The Harrington's could have destroyed any chance you had to get this far! Those albums on your walls could have been gone before you dreamt them up if my parents found out we dated! Who cares that I'd have been immediately either disowned with everything they could take from me taken, or trapped in the lowest role of their business with no chance to progress until they decided I was straight and following their orders, you would have lost your dreams! Business owners don't let their kids have room in rockstars worlds.”

“There was always room for you in my life, Stevie. You never asked for it back.” Eddie's voice had softened, sounded comforting now in the face of anger now being thrown at him.

“You immediately called me King Steve when first opening your camp beside mine. Even when Gareth was pretty chill to talk with, you left the wall there. How was I meant to know I could ask for anything?” The energy was gone from his words and his head came to rest on Eddie's shoulder. “So I just took what I could helping and arguing as you wanted.”

Eddie nudged him back from his hiding place in his neck, one hand coming up to tilt Steve's face to his own. “Well what I want now is to date and run one big camp with you. Is that something you think you could stand?”

Steve smiled, nodding, “On 2 conditions. 1. I'm in charge of the filing and paperwork with Gareth's help for the numbers side of it all.”

“And the other?”

“You kiss me already.”

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #steddie #gareth stranger things #barbie rock 'n' royals #erika juno #princess courtney

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definitely-not-a-wasp · 1 year

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...did you?

(Fang, circa chapter 8 of Nothing Valued is Here.)

#Maximum Ride on Main #Max Ride Rewrite #LTNW #LTNW spoilers #Fang (Maximum Ride)#tw body horror #I entered a fugue state at 1:00 last night and when I came to I had drawn this #been a while since I drew a broken mirror #feels like I'm going back to my roots

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I have a request somehow Morpheus observes yn and her dreams and also in the waking world bc he likes her?!? And yn has no clue I mean she has seen him In her dreams but she doesn't believe that it's real and also Morpheus gets jealous when he sees yn hanging out with her guy bestfriends and that's when he confronts and tell her?!?

WC: 2.7k Ao3

Relationship: Morpheus x reader

Notes: oblivious reader, smitten and jealous Morpheus, fluff.

Dear anon, there you go, I am sorry it took me so long, but then I really liked writing this. I hope you enjoy :)

If you liked this story, i have written others.

Oblivious affection

You like your dreams. They allow you a break from real life. Sometimes you forget them, trying and failing to cling to the details as you wake up, but you usually remember them.

In your dreams, you can travel wherever you want to, rewrite the past and make a better decision, or even get creative and become the ruler of the chocolate kingdom. Sometimes, you dream nonsense and shake your head at your weird fantasy. More often than not, you let your imagination run wild. After a long day, you can’t wait for your imagination to find yourself a new way to unwind or to maybe continue a dream.

You let out a yawn, put away your phone and close your eyes.

You find yourself inside a huge, spacious stable, the neighing and the scraping of hooves sounding like music to your ears, while the smell of hay grounds you.

“Which one of you beauties wants to go for a ride?” you ask aloud, passing the spacious stable boxes of the unicorns. Their coats are lovely, gold or silver, white as snow, black as the night, or every color of the rainbow.

Choosing your favorite, you bring the unicorn outside and grip the reins, opting for a ride through a lush forest.

As you gallop over meadows and scream with joy, you see a dark figure at the edge of your field of vision, but you simply shrug, too immersed in the glee of the moment.

Unicorn riding remains one of your favorite dreams.

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“What is your favorite dream?” you ask Max, one of your best friends as you take a seat, balancing the tray with your lunch. You enjoy your lunch breaks with him, and you love that you can talk to him about everything.

“Superpowers or just chilling,” Max answers immediately, and you grin at him.

“Who would have thought, Mister Marvel?” you tease him. Max has always loved comics and has seen every superhero movie there is. The small cinema closest to you sees you both so often, you wonder if you should ask for a discount.

“Well, what do you dream about?” Max counters, taking a bite from his sandwich.

“My dreams are amazing and complex and can’t be reduced to a mere sentence,” you answer grandly, causing Max to roll his eyes at you.

“In my last dream, I rode a unicorn,” you reveal, and Max snickers. You give him a playful punch.

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This dream is quieter, calmer. You’re lying on a cloud, high above the sky. If you tear off a part of you cloud, your fingers become sticky with sugar as you hold a piece of cotton candy. A thought is enough to move the cloud higher or lower.

You just relax, allowing the cloud to float wherever it wants to, or more likely, wherever your subconscious wants to go.

You feel a soft breeze tugging at your hair, the close sun warming you, and you let out a content sigh.

You’re ripped from your thoughts when your cloud suddenly stops moving, as if it has reached some sort of invisible wall or frontier. Far below, you see glades, rivers, cities, and lakes, generic but familiar sights you’ve come to expect of your dreams.

“Huh,” you wonder as you urge the cloud to continue. Who knew that dreams had limits? Again and again, you feel as if you’re hitting against a barrier, and no matter how hard you try, you can’t get through.

A thunder growls far in the distance, and suddenly your cloud is gone, and you scream as you fall and fall and fall.

You also scream when you wake up.

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“Do dreams have limits?” you ask Max, lying down on the soft grass in the park, enjoying your break as you watch the clouds pass by. As much as you dislike it, you’ll steer clear of cloud-dreams for a moment.

“I don’t think so?” Max answers. “I think that dreams are supposed to give us a break from the real world, to give us some introspection. Maybe that limit is something you set for yourself? After all, we usually control our dreams.”

“When did you become so wise?” you ask after a moment, giving him a grateful smile.

“You have much to learn, young padawan,” Max says with an overly serious voice, and you start giggling.

Your alarm goes off, and you get up with a sigh. Your break is over.

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With Max’s advice in mind, you decide to inquire the mysterious barrier. Taking your favorite unicorn, you ride through the forest and over the glades, your curiosity boundless and your body singing with joy. Did your own mind make up a mystery to keep you entertained?

You almost fall out of the saddle when your unicorn abruptly halts, nervously prancing around. It seems like you’ve reached your destination.

After dismounting, you extend your hand, cautiously walking forward, expecting to run into a barrier every moment.

You let out a gasp when you feel resistance underneath your fingers. No matter how hard you push, it doesn’t budge.

“You cannot pass.” You let out a startled scream when you hear an unknown, deep voice and whirl around. As if he’s appeared out of thin hair, a man dressed in black is inside your dream, giving you a curious look. You’ve never seen him before, so you conclude that you’ve made him up. Your mind must have been inspired because he’s very handsome. His black hair is messy and fits his black clothing, from his shirt to his long coat and jeans. His skin looks as if it’s cut from marble, and his eyes are icy blue.

“Are you the guardian?” you ask, deciding to just roll with it and talk to this figment of your imagination.

“In a way.” Your question seems to amuse him, for his lips quirk up for a moment. Maybe you must somehow convince him to let you through? Maybe your subconscious is trying to tell you something?

“I wish you a nice day.” Before you can reply to his cryptic answer, you feel your dreamworld suddenly crumble, and you wake up.

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Your figment of your imagination was right, and it turned out that you had a nice day. Yet you can’t wait to go back to the mysterious border and maybe meet the man again.

It turns out that you don’t even have to go to the border. Your subconscious has decided to send you back to high school, and you really hope that this isn’t that kind of nightmare during which you have an examen and you didn’t study, because that would suck.

Fortunately, it’s not the case, and you simply follow your best friend through various classes, recognizing some faces of your classmates and not even bothering to listen to the gibberish of your teachers. As you talk to the dream-version of your best friend, you decide that a meeting in the real life is long overdue.

As you head to the last class, you see a shadow passing through one of the hallways.

“I’ll be right back,” you say to your best friend, and turn around. You push through the crowd of students, following the blur of black, but he remains fast, and you fear that you won’t catch up.

“Dream, wait!” you order, deciding that this part of your subconscious should listen to you. He actually does, turning around and scowling at you, his glare as dark as his clothing. Oh dear.

“Would you like to go together to the last class?” you ask politely, giving him a charming smile.

He doesn’t respond, he only cocks his head to the side, and you feel exposed under his scrutinizing gaze. Why did your mind make him so intense? Can he reject you? Is this meant to teach you a lesson about rejection?

At last, he nods, and you let out a long exhale before grabbing his hand, pulling him with you. He stiffens and you fear that you may have overstepped, but then he follows, his long strides allowing him to easily keep up with you. His slender fingers are intwined with yours, and it feels surprisingly good.

You enter the classroom and take the last two remaining seats in the front. Your best friend pouts at you, and you shrug.

You take out your notebook, but not to take notes. You rip out a page, and channeling high-school-you, you start to write letters with your neighbor, in this case, the enigmatic man. You’re well aware that you’re technically writing to yourself, but hey, your mind wants you to go all in.

What is your favorite subject? you write and quickly slide it over to him, while pretending to listen to the teacher explaining Shakespeare to you. You watched Shakespeare in love last week; your mind isn’t that slick.

Dream – you call him like that as long as you haven’t come up with a better name – grabs a pen and quickly writes his answer.

Languages, art, and history. I have always been fascinated by humanity’s urge to create and share the products of their mind, to inspire emotions. That is an eloquent answer, and you ponder a while. It’s a nice sentiment, one you didn’t expect to come from your dreams. His handwriting is sharp and neat, and it doesn’t surprise you that he has used a black pen.

What is your favorite color? You quickly glance at his clothing and bite your cheek to hide your grin. That one’s a no-brainer.

Nobody has ever asked me this before. You frown at his weird answer. Is your mind too tired to write black or does it want to you to investigate? You pretend to write down some notes about lyrics while you subtly study Dream. He seems lost in thought, his attention elsewhere.

The bell rings and you startle, enough to wake up. Damnit.

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Dream starts to appear in your dreams more often. You enjoy your time with him when he’s there, and you miss him a little when he’s not.

Oddly enough, you once tried to make him appear to see your fantasy palace from your childhood dreams, only for him to remain absent. You never had problems with conjuring something or even someone up, yet he wouldn’t appear. It upset you, to be honest, and a thunderstorm had brought rain and storm to your little kingdom. That dream had ended in gloom, but it taught you to appreciate Dream’s presence.

Talking to Dream is nice, and you really have to commend your imagination for making up such an agreeable companion. You try not to interpret too much into it. Is he the adult version of an imaginary friend, or even something more?

Sometimes you can’t believe that he’s made up; he feels and acts so real. Sometimes, you wish he was real. He’s someone you could imagine losing your heart to.

You miss snow, so you create a winter wonderland inside your recent dream. Dressed in warm clothing, you admire the world covered in white, taking a deep breath of the crisp air. You could make snow angels, build an igloo, or even start a snowball fight.

Dream’s black attire makes him stand out like a sore thumb, and you walk over to him, enjoying the crunching snow under your boots. While it is a dream, he still only wears his trademark coat, and you shiver when you see him. That’s a problem you can fix.

You approach him and before you can chicken out, you wrap a blue scarf around his neck, draping it over his shoulders. Dream remains perfectly still, not leaving you out of his sight.

“There you go. I hope you feel better now,” you grin at him, and to your surprise, Dream gives you a small smile.

“I can’t remember the last time someone has given me a gift,” Dream muses, and you roll on the balls of your feet, unsure what to do or say. His hand glides over the soft fabric, and you feel relieved that he’s seems to like it.

“Well, I think it’s time then,” you say earnestly before the silence becomes awkward.

“Thank you.” Dream reaches forward with a hand and gently drags his knuckles over your cheek. The cold surrounding you makes the heat rising in your cheeks even more scorching, and your heart beats faster than a drum.

“You’re very welcome.”

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You love hanging out with Max, and you can talk with him about everything, yet you hesitate to tell him about Dream. You don’t even know how to start. Hey, remember our conversation about dreams? It turns out that I have a man constantly appearing in my dreams, and he is truly dreamy. No freaking way.

So instead, you walk through the park, your arms linked, listening to him ramble about the latest show he watched.

In your dreams, you’ve become quite good at spotting Dream. Sometimes he seems to prefer to observe you before engaging you, and while it is a little bit weird, you didn’t think too much of it.

It is almost a reflex to recognize the man dressed in dark clothing, leaning against a tree, a thunderous expression on his face.

Your shoulders sag as you realize that you haven’t made up Dream after all, that he’s just a person who enjoys the park. Disappointment tastes bitter on your tongue, and you don’t want to imagine the consequences this has for your dreams.

It only gets weirder when the man approaches you, and his graceful movements resemble Dream’s so much, it makes your heart ache.

“Do you know this man?” Alex leans closer and whispers into your ear, and you sigh.

“It is complicated.” You do and you don’t know him.

“I would like to have a moment alone with you,” the man addresses you, his voice sounding just like Dream’s, but more formal and almost chilly.

Giving Max a thumps-up, you follow the man to a secluded area near an empty bench.

“Are you courting him?” the man asks, his voice sharp and his glare sharper, and you gasp at the audacity. Who does he think he is?

“No!” you snap at him, glaring at the man who wears Dream’s face. “He’s my best friend.” Your answer seems to put the man at ease, and some of the tension leaves his body.

“I don’t think we’ve met,” you state coldly, crossing your arms as you continue to stare him down. Unfortunately, he looks just as good in the real life as he does in your dreams.

“We’ve met in your dreams.” The man seems confused, his eyebrows furrowed for a moment, but there is no doubt inside his voice.

“That’s impossible,” you reply, biting your lip. You’re not about to confess to a rude stranger that he looks like the companion inside your dreams, the man who has enchanted your nights.

The man gives you such a tender look that it roots you to your spot, your heart skipping a beat. He crosses the distance between you and him and his knuckles glide over your cheek, just like in the dream.

“This can’t be,” you whisper, your mind and heart screeching with confusion and hope. How can this man be real and in your dreams?

“Do you remember when you asked me my favorite color?” the man – Dream – asks, and you can only nod, unable to speak or form coherent thoughts. What is going on?

“My favorite color is the color of your eyes.” Your heart swells at his declaration, and you let out a delighted giggle. You have forgotten your surroundings, drowning in Dream’s blue eyes and his soft touch.

“That was cute and cheesy,” you tease, and boldly repay his favor, brushing your knuckles over his sharp cheekbones. He leans into the touch.

“In your next dream, I will explain,” Dream vows. You can’t wait.

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So I’m working on my re-write, and I’ve kinda been tossing around this idea of some of the older flock member having taught themselves to play an instrument and/or sing so they can busk and have a way to get a little bit of money, coz the books never really explained how they got food or money and that always kinda bugged me.

Like, they try not to do it often so they don’t attract attention, and they maybe wear disguises, like wigs and big sunglasses? Idk, I haven’t fully figured it out yet, it’s just something I’m think about.

#like I know Max couldn’t sing in canon #but it’s a rewrite so I can change what I want if haha #maximum ride #max ride #maximum ride fandom #anti james patterson squad #anti jimmy p #maximum ride rewrite

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Harsh Meetings ~ Billy Hargrove x f!Reader~

Currently punching the air rn, just forgot to save this draft after I finished it! It came out so good and now it deleted!! Rewriting this so I hope you all enjoy<3

Part two here<3

𝔇𝔢𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫:

Reader goes out to Starcourt Mall for self care and treatment when she is verbally and physically assaulted and bullied by the teenage jocks and nasty girls from Hawkins High, only for Billy to step in and defend her.

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰:

Foul language, physical assault, fluff, aggressive Billy, soft Billy, words such as “Slut” and “Whore” are used and more. Mention of abuse. Brutal fighting. A bit OOC

If I missed anything for Warnings please let me know!!

Requested? No.

The sun was still high and bright. The last two weeks weren’t the best for you. Same ol’ bullying from the jocks and their girlfriends. It was now Friday and you were heading to your car, sun beaming on you. Billy was parked right next to your hot rod. His Camaro and your 1976 red and white Ford Mustang. You saw him leaning on his car waiting for his stepsister Max/Maxine.

You’ve met her before hanging with your little brother, Alex. Your whole family has gone to Hawkins high. It was now your turn and you were on your last year. Senior year. Prom was coming up, Tina voting to be Prom Queen. Chrissy as well. Tommy H, her boyfriend was voting to be prom King. You sometimes thought about being prom queen with the hottest guy in school. Billy Hargrove, who was currently staring at you with a smirk. You made it to your car and unlocked it.

“Nice ride, doll.” Cigarette in his mouth, puffing here and there. “Thanks.” You said shutting your door in his face. He chuckled to himself and let you ride off blasting Mötley Crüe. Your favorite, or at least Vince was. He was hot, his voice was gorgeous. And he had a killer bod. You may or may not have a poster of him on your ceiling, right above your bed. You’ve been to one concert of theirs and you absolutely loved it. He would look at you from time to time and wink.

Best day of your life.

You were speeding down the street right now. People staring. You reached home and ran up your stairs plopping onto your bed. Staring up at Vince..

“Today was hard Vincent..Tina and Carol..” You groaned rolling over and putting on your head phones, this time listening to Joan Jett.

“Midnight, gettin uptight. Where are you?!” You yelled as you sang her song. Getting up and dancing. “I hate myself for loving you!! Can’t break free from the things that you do!” Shaking your hips and kickings your legs while nodding your head. Whipping it every which way with a stank face. Her music is the shit!

“I think of you ever night and day!” You shouted earning a laugh. You spun around seeing your oldest brother, Lunar. Odd name yes but he was actually pretty cool. You took off your headphones with embarrassment spread across your face. “What?” You asked setting them down and staring at him confused. “Danny wants you to help us with the car.” He shook his head still laughing a little.

“Okay fine.” You nodded as he walked off and you shut your door, getting ready to change. This was gonna be messy. You shedded your clothes and threw on an old Led Zeppelin shirt and put on some baggy overalls. Leaving one strap hanging you put on some converse laying on your floor. You tied your hair up a little and jogged down the stairs and out into the front yard. Seeing Danny with the hood popped and a roller on the floor.

“What’s up?” You asked concerned about the car. It was a Mustang convertible. Your family are huge car people. All of you had your own hot rods except for Alex he rode his skateboard. Speak of the devil. Alex came riding down the street with Max and Lucas. Dustin riding his back a little behind trying to catch up. Where was Mike and Will? Whatever. “Okay well I was driving and heard something blow, the hood started smoking.” “Radiator?” You questioned. “Didn’t think about that..” He pursed his lips and laughed as he avoided eye contact knowing you were giving him a sharp glare.

You walked over as Alex’s friends came up the driveway. “What’s up Y/n.” Dustin gave a toothy smile as he raised his eyebrows in a funny way. He had a little thing for you but you never payed mind to it. “Hello, Dustin.” You smiled at him. “Your hair looks amazing today.” He complimented. “Dustin stop hitting on my sister!” You chuckled and patted Dustin on the back as you took a look under the hood. Touching a few things and taking close looks you finally figure out the problem.

“Yeah it’s the radiator.” You shrugged grabbing the rag that sat on the car and wiping your hands from the oil. “Can you fix it?” “Hell yeah I can.” You rolled your eyes and got to work. “I love a girl who can fix a car.” Dustin breathed out and fanned himself as if he was gonna faint. “Let’s go Dustin, we need to get him out of here before he decides to ask my sister out.” Everyone laughed and they ran into the basement. Mike and Will finally showed up.

“Hey, Y/n.” You waved to him with a smile still working on the car. You gave Will a generous smile in which he returned. “They’re in the basement.” You said and they thanked you before running into the house. “Wrench.” You said as Danny handed you a wrench making sure you knew what you were doing and not just messing his car up even more.

He turned on the radio as Quiet Riot started blasting for most neighbors to hear. You and Danny laughed when a neighbor came out and shouted at you guys, yeah your family wasn’t the most liked of the town. “Pliers and a screwdriver.” He handed them to you. “I heard about that Billy kid.” He said looking at you. “Yeah? What about him?” You asked really not caring just making small talk. “I heard his father abuses him.” He said with a straight face. You looked over at him with disbelief roaming your eyes. “No shit. Really?” You asked concerned. “Yeah man, Heard Max mention it to Alex when she came over one time.” Your mind was racing and your heart ached for him. “Who knew such a tough kid had that going on at home.” He said shaking his head.

“Poor Billy” You mumbled as you thought about the times whenever someone bumped into him he’d clutch his side. Man, everything’s coming together. You tested the radiator making sure it was good and started the car, giving it a few revs. Danny came around as you both grinned at each other seeing as the car looked and sounded badass. “Alright man, thanks!” He high fived you and pushed the hood back into place.

“Alright ima head out to the mall” You said as you ran inside rinsing your hands off with oil free soap. You ran downstairs and into the basement. They all looked up at you. “Anyone wanna come to the Mall with me?” Dustin was first to raise his hand smiling. “C’mon buddy.” You smiled as he stood up and grabbed his radio that they all had except Max.

“Anyone else, I have room for two more.” You asked. Max and Lucas raised their hands their hands. “C’mon.” You motioned your arm and jogged up the stairs together. “I’ll drop them back off here don’t worry guys!” You shouted from upstairs to hear them say okay. El came walking through the house looking for the basement. “Hey El.” Everyone said and she smiled and waved. “Hi guys, where’s the basement?” You pointed to the door and she opened in jogging down the steps.

“Alright kiddos.” They weren’t that younger than you but you liked seeking them as your younger siblings. They were the same age as Alex. 15.

You hopped in the driver seat as Max and Lucas got in the back. Dustin of course sitting next to you. “How was your guys day at school?” “It was okay until I saw you.” Dustin said giving a cheeky smile. You rolled your eyes and laughed. “You’re such a flirt.” You never saw Dustin that way, and never will. “Stop flirting with Y/n, Dustin.” Max said defending your honor. You chuckled and arrived at Starcourt Mall. Quickly parking you got out letting Lucas and Max out from your side.

“What store are we going in first?” Max asked low-key pumped to be here. “Well I was going to go into the beauty care store if you’d like to join? Dustin and Lucas can tag along or head to the arcade or something?” You looked towards them. “I’m down.” Max said as you guys headed to the store on the second floor. Lucas got distracted and walked off towards the food court. Dustin stuck by your side looking at everything in the store. “Whatever you’d like you can get Max, everything’s on me don’t worry.” You smiled at her in which she returned. “Thank you.” She looked around the store. “So what’re you doing after this?” Dustin asked looking at you. “Was planning on hanging out with Eddie, maybe have a “Girls night”.” He chuckled. “Can I join?” You nodded your head and continued on looking around. “Isn’t Eddie like your best friend?” You asked him as he picked up a face mask and quirked a brow at is causing you to laugh. “Yeah pretty much, we always play D&D together.” “That’s cool, he talks about you a lot y’know?” You looked at him to see he was smiling like a mad man.

“Really? What does he say?” You thought to yourself, he definitely looks up to him like an older brother. “That your his favorite in the group, he couldn’t imagine having any other friend than you.” Dustin smiled to himself looking at the ground. He was really thinking hard about your words. Did Eddie really say that about him? Eddie was like his role model, he wants to be just like him.

You nodded your head and picked up four face and lip masks. You grabbed some lip scrubs that smelled appetizing. Anything really related to skin care you grabbed. Loud footsteps heard- behind you. You turned your head to see Tina and Carol. Great. “Look who it is..Freak one and Freak two .” Tina said laughing with Carol. “Don’t talk to him like that” You defended Dustin who didn’t look phased by the words. “Look who’s finally taking action on her ugliness, honey these won’t do nothing for you.” Carol laughed out. “Leave her alone!” Dustin seethed out.

“Oh look the freak is getting mad.” Max came over and defended both of us. “Get out of here plastic bitches.” She said with an angry face. “Whatever.” They both said walking off. “Thanks Max.” You smiled at her. “Anytime, I always hated those skanks.” “You and me both” You laughed.

“You good Dustin?” You asked him concerned as you saw him look a little down. “I’m good.” He said smiling. “Okay bud.” You patted his shoulder and began getting ringed up. Max placed what she wanted on the countertop and smiled. You payed and grabbed the two bags heading off to look for Lucas. You found him at the food court sitting down eating a hot dog. He’s been quiet the who day, wonder what’s gotten into him.

“What’s up Lucas.” You said sitting down across him setting the bags down. Max and Dustin taking a seat as well. “Nun much, You guys hungry?” He asked pulling food out a bag. “I’m good thank you though.” You said with a smile and he nodded offering them food in which they took. “Do you think girls will be into me?” Dustin said. “No.” Lucas joked laughing. Max laughed a little. Dustin rolled his eyes. “Not with that thing you do.” Max joked.

“What thing?” You questioned, they all looked at you and laughed. “Lemme work my charm on you” Dustin said spreading his lips showing off his teeth. Making a sound that sounded like Chewbacca was here. “What in the what?” You laughed watching as he laughed too. “Don’t ever do that again!” Max said. “Why not? Don’t the ladies dig it?” He said smiling cheekily. “No!” Lucas and Max said at the same time. “I think it’s cute! Leave him alone.” You said rolling your eyes laughing to yourself. Dustin blushed and Max gave Lucas a look. Oh no. They probably think you like him!!

“Told you she was here!” Carol said from behind you guys. Timmy and his friends were behind you. “Such losers.” Tina said rolling her eyes. “What are you doing with these losers Lucas?” Tommy questioned. “Uh..Nothing.” He said defending himself. “Really Lucas?” Max said in disbelief. Lucas was a wanna be. Everyone knew that. “Come with us, leave these weirdos.” He said making Lucas stand up and walk over to them.

“You’re lost Lucas, you need to find yourself.” You shook your head telling him. He looked at the ground with saddened eyes. “Shut up bitch.” Carol said to me. You stood up and turned to them. “Watch what you say to me Carol!” You said to her making her roll her eyes at you. “Don’t threaten her” Tommy shoved you causing you to hit your back on the table. You just knew there was going to be a bruise. You rubbed your back a little and gritted your teeth.

Billy was sitting far behind you guys. He didn’t know what he was doing there just staring at how hot you looked. He always wanted a girl who could fix cars and you did just that, to be honest he had his eyes on you for a while now. He saw the way your voluptuous hips swayed when you walked. The way your thick thighs jiggled and looked so silky in your bathing suit when you came to the pool with your brothers.

He was dying and itching to get his hands on you. To make you his. He wanted to be able to sneak into your window at night and you two have make out sessions that got a little too heated. He wanted you. So so bad. He continued to look your way as he saw his step sister and her friends with you. You were always great with kids. His heart jumped and his blood ran cold when he saw Tommy push you backwards. He never stood up so fast in his life. It was like a fight or flight moment and he of course took fight. He always did. Dustin and Max stood up and helped her back up. Making sure she was okay.

Tina slapped you in the face causing you to immediately sock her right in the jaw. You had three older brothers, of course you knew how to fight. No little smack was gonna hurt you. “Go Y/n!!” Max and Dustin cheered for you. You could even see Dustin trying to hold back a smile. She grabbed her jaw and fell to the floor on her knees, that’s when Tommy leaned in and punched you in the stomach, it was the hardest punch you have received in a while. Not since you and your brother Danny would fight. You knew it was going to leave the biggest and purplest bruise.

No two piece bathing suits for you.

You fell backwards again and Dustin helped you stand as you bent over out of air.

Billy was furious, how dare they lay a hand on you! He lunged at Tommy and socked him right in his nose, everyone heard a loud crack and a groan from him. You were dry heaving, he had just knocked the wind out of you..Literally. Max was looking after you and she sat you down checking on you. Billy was now on top of Tommy, punching his face in. Blood was on his knuckles. Tommy’s friend grabbed Billy from behind and landed a blow to his back. That didn’t stop Billy though, he’s too tough for any of them.

You heard people shouting for security and that’s when you took it as your sign to round up all the kids and get the hell out of there. “C’mon let’s go!” You shouted to them and they started running. Lucas staying back a little and just staring at the mess. Tommy’s face was beaten to the bloody pulp. You handed Max the keys and told them to wait in the car. They ran and you went back for Billy and Lucas. Lucas ran up behind Tommy’s friend and ripped him off Billy as you ripped Billy off of Tommy. “C’mon let’s go before you spend the rest of your night in Hoppers office!” You yelled to him and grabbed his bloody hand. He finally moved back from Tommy.

“Touch her again and I’ll end you!” Billy yelled at him. You could see security rounding the corner as Robin and Steve walked out the ice cream shop to see what happened.

Holy shit Billy had just beaten the crap out of Tommy H.

You pulled his hand with you as you two bolted down the escalators pushing past people, you excused yourself and ran outside the building towards your car. Billy stopped you and turned you around to face him. His face inches from yours just ready to be kissed. “You okay, doll?” He put a hand to your face and rubbed your reddened cheek. “Yes..Thank you for what you did back there.” Lucas came running out of the building, towards you guys.

“Of course darling.” He said making you blush and look away, his finger bringing your face back up to look into his vibrant beautiful blue eyes. He leaned in, you felt yourself wanting to. But Billy wasn’t good for you, and you knew that. So you pulled away and turned on your heel. Opening your door you got in and Max handed you the keys. Dustin and Max in the back Lucas opening the door.

“You coming?” Max asked him shouting through Lucas’s open door. He shook his head with a chuckle and walked over to the car. Lucas pulled the seat back and Max scoot over. “Max sit on Lucas’s lap.” You said looking at her. She stared at you blankly. Then looked at Lucas who nodded slowly. She pushed herself up and sat on his lap. Me and Dustin made eye contact in the mirror. Giving a knowing smile.

You pulled the seat back for Billy, who jumped in and shut his door. He looked over at you and smiled. You started the car as he looked into the backseat. “Fuck no!” He said trying to turn in his seat and grab Lucas. Max yelped when he missed and pushed her back into Lucas.

You grabbed him by his wife beater and pulled him foreward so he sat right in the seat. “Don’t touch them Billy, or i’ll have to deal with you myself, trust me I have three older brothers.” You glared at him. He snarled before staring out the window. The snarl was hot but we needed to get the hell out of here. You revved your engine and skirted off, drifting down streets to get to your house. Billy gave you a smirk as he challenged you.

“Race me sometime.” He said giving you a flashy smile.

“I might just have too..” You winked at him and continued driving.

Part two, different day?? LMK if you guys would like to see this as a story continuing on in parts<3

Please enjoy, I honestly liked the first one better but it deleted and so I had to write a different version..

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tta episode 11

“Last time, on Total Takes Action: we gave our final five a little break from their torture-packed schedule with a mockumentary-styled interview. Fortunately for the ratings, this didn’t stop a second of the drama or the pain! Scary enlisted Max’s help reviewing her mysterious 'evidentiary' notes, Peter and O bonded over being total pushovers, and Scruffy learned about their old “friend” Julia’s new relationship with former contestant Patrick. In the end, Peter stood up to Scary, but it was Max who took the most epic ride home yet after he was blown sky-high, a la minefield. Will Scruffy ever stop sobbing in the confessional? Will Scary be able to rewrite her notes in time for the season finale? Find out here, on Total! Takes! Action!”

The birds are chirping, the butterflies are dancing in the crisp morning air, a blanket of fresh dew lines the grass around the film lot trailers. By all means, it’s a beautiful morning, but there’s an air of tension.

Peter nervously pokes his head outside the boy’s trailer, looking from side to side before nervously tiptoe-ing out. Every step he takes is delicate and tiny, barely even disturbing the dew drops on the blades of grass around him.

He makes it about half-way to the craft services tent before O hollers from the trailer behind him: “Hey, what’re you doing?”

Peter winces and turns to shush him.

“Oh, right!” O says, and then immediately drops his voice to a whisper. “I mean, oh right. Well, wait up!”

The much taller boy ducks back inside the trailer and comes dressed in seconds. He jogs over to where Peter is and the two walk to the craft services tent together.

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O: “Peter’s been pretty tense about destroying Scary’s notes. We haven’t seen her in a few days, so I’m assuming she’s trying to put them back together, and after that, she’s probably going to kill Peter. So, I’ve been upgraded from therapist to friend to bodyguard!"

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The two take a seat at the table inside, looking around to make sure they’re truly alone. Once O gives a thumbs up, Peter releases a long sigh and slouches.

“Any sign of Scruffy?” Peter asks. “Scary might be tailing them for help.”

“Nah, Scruffy’s been a lost cause for weeks now, and they’re just getting worse,” O shakes his head sadly. “The news from the aftermath was the final straw that broke the camel’s back…”

The two hear huffing as Scruffy runs a lap around the craft services tent, red-faced and sweaty. “Six hundred and fifty-nine!” they shout. Their voice fades out until they circle it again. “Six hundred and sixty!”

Peter and O look at each other nervously.

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SCRUFFY: “I spent the last four days crying in bed, sure, but after my 64th consecutive hour without showering, it dawned on me: Julia only… “allied herself” with Patrick as motivation for me! She must be watching my pathetic performance and is cheering me on from the sidelines! She has a special way of doing things,” they sigh happily.

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“Attention, campers! That’s ‘roight, mates! It’s outback time! Meet me at tha desert set in ten!”

Peter quivers and O tries to pat his shoulder reassuringly. “It’ll be fine. Scary won’t try anything while I’m here!”

“Yes, she will,”

O sighs. “Yes, she will,”

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The four remaining players stand lined up in front of Chris as he saunters around in a khaki suit and a cowboy hat. Peter is on one end of the line, barricaded by O, who’s next to Scruffy (currently doing 800 pushups on the ground), who’s next to a bored-looking Scary.

“Welcome to your next challenge- the Australian western! Also commonly known as a meat pie western, this all-Americana genre has been taken from the dusty deserts of Arizona and Nevada to the dusty deserts of the outback,” Chris explains, smiling widely. “You’ll be competing in a number of Australian-themed western challenges. Winner gets immunity, everyone else on the chopping block, blah blah. Follow me!”

The campers look at each other for a brief moment before walking deeper into the set.

Peter fans his face. “Is it just me, or is it hotter now?”

“Not just you,” O wheezes. “It’s like the sun got bigger, somehow.”

“Fancy fluorescent lighting,” Chris shouts. “We’re technically still indoors right now- it’s like a greenhouse in here!”

The campers groan, aside from Scruffy, who’s doing front-rolls to keep up with the group. They finally stop at an empty corral, where Chef is repainting some blood-spattered fence.

“Welcome to your first challenge- kangaroo lasso-ing! Each of you lousy cowboys will get five lassos- that’s five chances to wrangle a ‘roo! I’m sure you can pick it up from here…”

Scary sighs dejectedly, and speaks in a monotone voice. “Whoever wrangles the most kangaroos wins this portion of the challenge,”

“And don’t forget that these guys pack a powerful punch,” Chris chuckles. “It’s basically like trying to hold an MMA fighter with dental floss. Good luck!” he turns as Chef sets down the paint and brush. “Lemonade and the pool?”

Chef grins. “About time,”

The two walk off, leaving the campers behind.

“Is it just me, or is Chris totally MIA this season?” O asks. “I feel like half of these challenges he just walks off to go eat hor d'oeuvres.”

“Yeah. There was a reason for that, let me see…” Scary starts. “Oh, right! That’s gone now! Along with all my other notes!”

Peter winces and O looks between the two nervously, but Scary eventually calms down and sighs. “Whatever. Let’s just get this over with,”

Scruffy is the first to jog over to the color-coded ropes, grabbing their green lassos and hopping the fence into the corral. “Where are they?” they shout, grinning. “Bring ‘em at me! I’m ready!”

A loud mechanically whir starts and they brace themselves, grounding their stance as a large door connected to a barn opens and a few docile-looking ‘roos step out. They hop around merrily, sniffing flowers growing between the cracks of the set and resting.

“Really?” Scruffy asks, relaxing their stance. “Okay, Chris, you sneaky little so-and-so. I see your game!”

O blinks. “Are they okay?”

Scary mumbles something indistinct and walks off.

Scruffy bounds up to one of the ‘roos and gets in a fighting stance, putting their fists up. “What are they? Radioactive? Robots? Come on, let me have it!”

Chris’ voice blares over the intercom. “They’re normal kangaroos, dude,”

“Ha! As if! Let me guess, one of them has a bomb strapped to it?” Scruffy asks, turning to one and holding up its tail. “Or-” they bound to another and peer in its pouch. “One of them is a bomb?”

They look up from the pouch to see a very unamused kangaroo, and then receive a very swift punch to the face, sending them flying out of the corral.

The campers outside of the fence watch in horror (except for Scary, who’s filing her nails). Peter and O back away.

Finally, Scary sighs. “Fine, let’s get this over with,”

She steps into the corral casually, holding her purple ropes over her shoulder. Peter and O watch in anticipation as she approaches a kangaroo slowly, then…

“Eh,” she says weakly, tossing the rope over the roo’s head. They walk around the corral, half-heartedly throwing ropes over roos.

Finally, they turn back. “Are any of you going to try or is this national gawking day?”

Peter and O look between each other and then nervously enter the fenced-in space, holding their ropes and looking between each other.

“Is this some kind of trick?” Peter asks.

“Chris already said… oh, you mean, me?” Scary chuckles. “No. I’m not going to hurt you, Peter.”

He sighs a breath of relief. “You’re not mad?”

“Oh, no. I’m furious. But what’s done is done, and there’s no logical way I can get my work back now. Might as well…” she sighs, looking back to the Scruffy-shaped indent in the sand a few meters away. “...Play… the game…”

“Well… okay then!” O shouts merrily, jogging off. “Good luck, Peter!”

---

O: “I guess my problem is that… Well, people expect unconditional support from me, but everything has conditions! My therapist, Dr. Anderson, is my only friend, and I have to pay her $120 per session! That’s just how people work!”

---

Peter watches nervously as O begins corralling his own kangaroos, taking the same gentle approach as Scary.

Scruffy peels themselves off the sand-covered floor a few meters back and limps over to the corral again, weakly dragging their lasso behind them.

“Um, dude, you might want to go to the medical tent,” O says, tossing another rope over a docile ‘roo. “You’re not looking too great.”

“I don’t need your help. I don’t need anyone’s help!” Scruffy snaps. “I have… to prove… my worth…”

O shakes his head sadly.

---

O: “I keep trying to help Scruffy, and they keep pushing back. They’re bottling up their emotions big-time,” he nods knowingly.

---

Scary sighs, tossing her last lasso over a docile kangaroo and walking back to the front of the pen. Chris’ voice blares over the intercom:

“And Scary wins! If everyone would please meet me on the south side of the lot…”

---

The campers stand beside each other, most at least a meter apart from the next person. Chris saunters over, still in those terrible khaki shorts, and grins.

“This next- and final- part of the challenge is gonna be a real doozy for you folks,” Chris explains. “Does anyone know how long it takes to travel from one end of the film lot to another on foot?”

Everyone turns to Scary, who stares blankly back. Finally, Scruffy clears their throat. “Thirty minutes,”

“Correct. Now, does anyone know how long that’d be on horseback, herding a rambunctious group of cows?”

Chef emerges from around the corner, leading a group of 50 or so milking cows atop a brown horse.

“This challenge will require two things you dudes are majorly lacking on- morale and cooperation. No one will be getting invincibility tonight, so you’ll all have an equal chance to win… or lose! Haha. Your goal is to herd these cows from one end of the “outback” to the other- as a team!”

The players groan and look between each other as Chef brings out four horses. One whinnies and takes a dump on the asphalt.

---

SCARY: “And then, something just broke inside of me, and I realized: I have no reason to be here! My notes- gone. My lawsuit- gone. No one will ever believe me… I’d need to call in a few favors, but I can’t do that here…”

---

The four remaining troopers sit atop their respective horses, traversing through the film lot. Peter seems incredibly nervous, barely balancing on his steed as if he’s afraid sitting on it will kill him.

O is grumbling to himself, scratching his ear and watching Scruffy recite wilderness survival tips under their breath from up ahead. Scary is lying on their horse, face down on its back as it guides itself.

“How long has it been?” O shouts up to Scruffy.

“Ten minutes!” they shout back, leading the group. Despite this, the sun is already setting over the set.

“G-guys… I think mine hates me,” Peter whimpers. His horse stops to buck a little and he screams in terror.

“Chill, dude. Animals can read emotions like that,” O snaps his fingers. “If you’re calm, they’re calm. Wanna do some breathing exercises?”

Peter sighs shakily. “...Okay,”

Before O can speak again, a nearby howling catches everyone’s attention (aside from Scary, who, much like a corpse, doesn’t budge).

“...What was that?” Peter finally breaks the silence with a hoarse whisper.

“This challenge is supposed to be Australian themed… right?” Scruffy taps his chin. “So those must be-”

A pack of dingoes springs out from behind a set piece, barking and gnashing their teeth. Peter shrieks in terror as one leaps up, grabbing him by the scruff of his neck, and carries him off.

“The dingo’s got my Peter!” O shouts in terror as the pack disappears.

“Who cares?” Scary grumbles.

Chris’ voice blares over the intercom, feedback whining. “Reminder to all contestants, all four of you must cross the finish line to win the challenge,”

Scary sits up and groans, stretching. Scruffy and O look between each other.

“I’ll go,” O says. “None of you even care about other people, anyway.”

“I don’t think you should, you’ll slow us down. You’re not equipped to handle the stress of this competition!” Scruffy points at him. “I’ll go!”

“No, way! You don’t care about anyone but yourself!”

“Both of you, SHUT UP!” Scary shouts. It's the loudest he's been all week, and the remaining two look at her in terror as she steers her horse off. “I’m going! I have nothing left to lose anyway, right?” she glares. O shrinks in on himself.

---

Scary’s horse trots through the set, dotted with green trees and red rocks in every unfitting location. As they move through the city set, they roll their eyes at the elaborate Australian-themed decorations.

---

SCARY: “I’m at an impasse right now- I could follow Scruffy’s simpleton advice and continue in the show, try to recollect enough evidence to take Chris to court, or… I could…” they shiver. “...Ask for help from an outside source…”

---

A distant howling catches their attention and the horse whinnies and backs up, much to Scary’s vague annoyance. They dig their heels in its sides and press forward.

“Come on, you’re at least six times their size!” she grumbles, coaxing the nervous horse ahead. “I’ve dealt with worse! At least you’re getting good meals.”

The two round the corner and stop at the entrance of the maze from prior challenges. Scary sighs and hops off the horse. “Stay here,” they instruct. The horse immediately neighs and bolts in the opposite direction.

She smacks her palm to her forehead. “Why did I think that would work?”

---

SCARY: “I feel like… I don’t know, I feel like I’m coming undone…” Scary coughs. There are heavy bags under their eyes and their skin is even paler. “So tired…”

---

Scary wanders through the maze without any sense of urgency, casually strolling with his hands in his lab coat pockets. He yawns and stumbles a bit before righting himself and pressing on.

A round of distant barks come into earshot and he shivers, pressing forward. After rounding another corner, they see Peter cornered in the back of the maze, holding out a stick and poking at a pack of dingoes. One of them gnashes its teeth at him and he jabs the twig at it, earning itself a nudge from the dull end of the wood. Peter screams in terror at the barks. Scary rolls her eyes.

“Scary!” Peter trembles. “H-help!”

Scary scoffs. “You should be so lucky. After ruining my chances? I just wanted to watch you get eaten before I…” they pause. “Never mind.”

Peter looks up for a second and notices Scary’s disheveled state. He frowns. “Are you okay?”

“What do you care?”

“Well, you look sick,” Peter says gently. “We need to get you back to the medical tent.”

“I’m fine,” they growl. “Just shut up and get eaten quietly!”

One of the dingoes snaps its jaws at her and she growls back. It whimpers and retreats.

“I’m only trying to help!” he insists, waving the stick around. “You don’t have to be so mean all the time!”

Scary coughs loudly. “I don’t need help!”

“Okay, fine!” Peter shouts. “If you go back to the medical tent, I’ll vote myself off tonight so you can stay and… study… or whatever you do.”

Scary looks up from her nails (which she was absent-mindedly picking at moments before) with a slightly amused, slightly surprised expression under her pale skin and eyebags. “Really?” she chuckles. “You’d really give up your precious competition for someone you hate?”

“I never hated you! I don’t hate anyone!” Peter insists again, looking up. “I’m just mad- mad doesn’t mean hate!”

She blinks, still amused. “Huh. But we’re not friends,”

“You don’t have to be friends, or even like someone to care about them,” he says. “Haven’t you ever had anyone who you cared about?”

This seems to strike a nerve with Scary- she turns red and braces herself to shout, but just as Peter covers his face in anticipation, a hand wraps around his arm and pulls him away from the dingoes. Scary carries him on her back out of the maze, jogging.

Her breaths are ragged and her eyes are drooping as she runs through set.

“Let me walk! You’re too weak to-”

“Shut up and accept my favor!” Scary wheezes. Peter does as told.

They make it to the cityscape before hearing shouts. Scary finally slows and drops to the ground, collapsing, too weak to go on. Peter slides off her back, and, with great effort, pulls her onto him, then continues. The shouts become clearer.

“Help! Scary!”

“Anyone out there!”

“HELP US!”

“This is a really inspired challenge, Chris, I gotta say-”

“Scruffy, SHUT UP!”

Peter rounds the corner and shrieks in terror. Two massive, man-sized spiders have Scruffy and O wrapped up in webs, suspending them in midair right before the finish line. The herd of cows is already beyond the checkered flag, leaving everyone only seconds away from completing the challenge.

"Well, this is certainly Australian, isn't it?" Scary grumbles.

Peter stops and Scary slides off his back, collapsing on the ground.

“Peter! Help!” O shouts.

“I-I don’t know what to do!”

Scruffy chuckles confidently. “Heh, don’t worry. I’ll get us out of this!” they struggle a bit against the webs. Nothing happens. “This’ll work eventually.”

“Idiot,” Scary mumbles, her face on the pavement.

“What’s wrong with her?” O asks, raising an eyebrow.

Peter babbles, stumbling over his words. Finally, Scary sighs and tries to stand before collapsing again.

“Okay, whatever. Just help us down!”

The spiders click their pincers at him, crawling around their massive expanse of webs. Scruffy makes a joke about Australia before being completely mummified in webs.

“I- what do I do? I can’t!” Peter hyperventilates, shaking.

“Peter,” a small voice says. He looks down to Scary on the ground. She wheezes and shakes, her arms quivering. Finally- she extends her hand and gives him a big thumbs-up. “You got this.”

Peter stops shaking and looks at her, then smiles brightly. “I-I got this,”

“You can figure it out,” she coughs. “I... believe in you.”

Peter puts on a serious look, salutes, and begins running steadfast into the webs, just before catching a glimpse of the massive spiders again and screaming and flailing his arms around. His right ankle catches on a loose end of web and he trips and falls, skidding across the asphalt and dragging the web with him. The entire structure unravels, collapsing. The spiders fall first, and then O and Scruffy fall on top of them.

O manages to wiggle out of his binds and helps Scruffy out of theirs before scooping them, Scary, and Peter up and weakly dragging them all across the finish line, huffing.

The intercom crackles to life. “Congratulations, final four! Your challenge is officially over!”

The four groan.

---

A medical helicopter takes off, carrying someone in it, out of the game. The camera pans down to the final three (only having suffered minor injuries).

Peter, Scruffy, and O wave to the helicopter as it disappears, and Chris salutes it with a grin. “See ya never!” he chuckles, walking off and dusting off his hands as if he just closed a deal.

The final three look between each other with blank stares.

---

Scary, now ghostly pale from her skin to her now-white hair, lies on a cot inside the vehicle as it soars through the cityscape. A few medics rush around her, taking her vitals and trying to determine a cause.

Finally, she holds out an arm and weakly extends her hand. “Phone,”

“Mx., we can’t-”

“It’s important,” she snaps. “If I die before I make this call, my people will personally see to it that you never set foot in a hospital again.”

The medic rolls his eyes and hands her a satellite phone. She dials a number and holds it to her ear. “I’d like to make a collect call to the Open Spaces, Toronto Chapter,”

#tta #total takes action

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enderon · 6 months

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I keep listening to Thorn's 8 hour Sonic Underground retrospective on long car rides, which of course makes me consider what changes I might make in a rewrite. So here's some of the thoughts I have had about what exactly I might change.

- The reason Aleena had to seperate from her children through their childhood is because they each had to come to know and understand the way the people of their kingdom live, so that they can properly bring them together and bridge the gaps. They had to come together as a trio before reuniting with her because they had to learn to connect and lead and succeed on their own so that when the time comes they can stand by her side as equals.

- The Man in the Mask: Periwinkle actually pretends to be the triplet's father, of whom noone has any idea of the wereabouts of since just before the war started. He's actually a porcupine, which in this verse are only really identifiable against hedgehogs by the shape of their face, which is why he wears a mask.

- The triplets' father is Jules, Chuck's brother. 'Bernie' is the nickname he called Aleena.

- Manic has a complicated relationship with adults and parental figures, not really having much experience with them, with the few adults in his life growing up having an element of looking out for themselves first. He tries to play off like he doesnt care much, that thats just what its like in the thieves guild, but it actually bothers him a lot, especially when he finds out about Farrel looking out for him so much and ultimately giving up his life for him. This is why he actually ends up clinging onto the search for Aleena angle more than the other two, wishing desperatly for the mother he has never had. This also ties into his quick protectiveness over Max and his gang (child thieves like himself) and his quickly formed bond with Hip (abandoned child like himself).

- The triplets discovering the truth of their birth and seeking each other is actually caused by a hedgehog hunt. Sonic went against Chuck's orders and went on a dangerous and notable mission on his own, succeeding but accidentally revealing himself to Robotnik. Seeing Sonic, Robotnik is reminded of the prophecy that he thought he was safe from when Aleena and her children disappeared, and in his paranoia he sends orders for every hedgehog in Mobius to be rounded up and roboticozed.

- Lady Windemere is still free, having scared Sonia off with a lie about selling her whereabouts out to Robotnik, in reality just trying to protect her by making her not want to return and making it so she herself cannot be used against Sonia. She acts for the movement in her own ways, often talking down many of the more radical elite to more neutral actions and additudes.

- The triplets all actually met organically at a club before being told about each other. Sonia was playing up on stage when a watching Sonic and Manic are drawn to join her. None of them find out the reality of their birth or the prophecy until they meet and reunite a second time, this time trying to go into hiding during the hedgehog hunt.

- Each of the triplets had a notable interaction with Aleena during their childhood, since she struggled to truly stay away from them: she saved and brought Sonic to Chuck after his foster parents were captured, she saved Sonia when she was captured by rogue rebels for a ransome, she saved a tired and sick Manic from capture when he screwed up a pickpocketing. They all hold their respective experience very dear in their hearts, keeping it as a motivating moment, inspiring them to be heroic and caring and helping people. When they find out about their mother and the prophecy, they still don't know she was the one until they see a picture of her for the first time when meeting Argus.

- It's revealed that Robotnik actually has Jules, that he was the very first Mobian that he roboticized. He uses him as bait in a trap to capture both the triplets and Queen Aleena. This event sparks the first time the triplets ever get to hear their mother's voice, Aleena taking a moment in the proceedings to apologize to her children for everything theyve been through and will continue to struggle with before they're able to reunite. They do get to meet Jules, using the power of their amulets to bring him back to his senses like Argus. The triplets almost get to meet Aleena, but would have to give up their freedom fighter allies to do so, ultimately choosing to save their comrades and allowing their parents to escape together.

- The triplets' combined power can bring back the mind and freewill of a roboticized citizen. Adding in Aleena allows them to fully bring them back to normal. THIS is the big threat of the council of four and why its imperative that none of them get roboticized themselves, because if they do it's all over and Robotnik's influence can never be reversed.

- Aleena's 'instrument' is a microphone and stand that she weilds like a bo staff

- Much like the actual show (in its original airing), the show starts off after the triplets have been together for a time, specifically for a whole year. At the beginning of the show they already have a close bond and dynamic. A few episodes in, a character would comment on their relationship and ask after their childhood together and this would be the point where it is revealed that they didnt actually grow up together.

- Each of the triplets would get their own 2 parter that has a plot focusing on them while also going into their backstory. Each one would also have a situation with another character in the modern plot acting as a parallel/catalyst. (Sonic to Cyrus, Sonia to Mindi, Manic to Max). Sonic's come last necause it is here we find out that HIS actions are what led to the hedgehog hunt that we would have kept hearing about.

- Cyrus being a double agent gets drawn out more. We dont actually learn that he's a double agent until a bit after his initial introduction, once we've had a chance to get emotionally attached to him. The episode where his treachery is revealed is actually the modern day plot to go with Sonic's origin.

#sonic underground #sonic the hedgehog #sonia the hedgehog #manic the hedgehog

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thatsrightice · 3 months

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Hello! My name is Olie (She/Her) and I am the aviation-obsessed person running this blog.

main: @waitingforsols

the boys in the boat: @savvylittlecoxswain

band of brothers: doc roe blog coming soon :)

BACKGROUND: I have a mechanical engineering degree with an aerospace minor and I work in the aviation industry.

WHAT DO I LIKE?

Top Gun (esp Tom “Iceman” Kazansky)

Masters of the Air (esp Harry Crosby)

✨ F-14 Tomcat ✨

EAA AirVenture

Research & History

Fighter Pilot Podcast

WHAT DO I POST ABOUT?

Top Gun headcanons, prompts, writing ideas, fanfictions, rants, etc.

Masters of the Air headcanons, prompts, writing ideas, fanfictions, rants, etc.

F-14 Tomcat highly technical deep dives

Tons of interesting facts about the F-14

MY FANFICTION

and maybe if i hold you now

masters of the air, croz x bubbles one-shot (like 4k words)

main themes: Crosby x Bubbles, post-reunion in episode 5, misunderstandings, mutual pining, fluff and angst and smut (in that order), Harry Crosby is insecure AF, explicit sexual content (see Ao3 for specific tags), sharing a bed, Harry Crosby definitely experimented in college, Harry Crosby is the dumbest smart person, these boys deserve to be happy

we rest amidst the tumult of war

completed masters of the air croz x rosie multi-chapter fic (8k words)

main themes: crosby/rosie but can be read as platonic, part 6 rewrite, flak house, horseback riding (like actually), fluff and hurt/comfort but mostly comfort, basically 10k words of flirting, these boys deserve to be happy, ft. Rosie’s Riveters, lots of good-natured teasing and jokes, short jokes, insecurities, everyone needs a hug

penguins are flightless birds and so am i

iceman one-shot

main themes: iceman angst, surprise homecoming, hurt/comfort, big fluff, flyboys being flyboys, found family, emotional and physical pain, some military lingo, military accurate (hopefully) underlying future icemav, background HollyWolf, iceman returns home from deployment early but not on his own terms

flying is hard but falling (for you) is easy

multi-chapter icemav fic (WIP)

main themes: iceman AND slider angst, icemav, major platonic slice, hurt/comfort, the boys ™️, flyboys being flyboys <- to the max, flyboy shenanigans, things will get worse before it gets better, everyone needs a hug (especially iceman), takes place a couple months after top gun on the USS Enterprise, soft Iceman and protective everyone else, emotional pain, iceman knows he’s in love but refuses to do anything about it and maverick doesn’t know he’s in love but is doing everything about it <- that’s it, that’s the fic

FOR YOUR REFERENCE :)

F-14 Tomcat Accidents & Issues

The following is a compilation of issues with the F-14 Tomcat that have been encountered by pilots throughout its lifespan due to both mechanical and other reasons. Some are based on individual accidents and some cover epidemics in which many aircraft were lost to the issue *cough* compressor stalls *cough* basically it’s a bunch of ways you can hurt your fav characters in your fics.

F-14 Tomcat Variants

A beginner’s guide to identifying and differentiating the different F-14 Tomcat variants using three distinctive, easy-to-spot features: Glove Vanes, Engine Exhaust Nozzle (aka “Turkey Feathers”), and Sensor Pods.

Flight of the Tomcat

Flight basics of the F-14 Tomcat with diagrams

What Did F-14 Tomcat Pilots Wear?

A little guide including links to videos from a former F-14 Pilot showing and putting on what he wore when he was flying the Tomcat.

FREQUENT TAGS

# just a little thing I wrote

where you’ll find my Top Gun h/c’s, writings, musings, rants, prompts, analysis, etc.

# mota musings

same as #justalittlethingiwrote but for Masters of the Air and Harry Crosby

#FFFOTD or #F-14 Fun Fact of the Day

want to learn something new about the F-14 tomcat?

#research or #information

basically what it says

#top gun or #masters of the air

makes sense

#f-14 tomcat

kind of a given, but will likely include primarily technical posts

#reference

some guides and information stuff you could use to help better understand aviation or the f-14 tomcat

#f14 tomcat has ✨issues✨

if you’re looking for ways to hurt your favorite top gun characters without it being pilot error, check out this tag

MY AVIATION ORIGIN STORY

Basically, and I’m not exaggerating, I randomly decided to make a sad-excuse for a helicopter as a part of our wood shop unit in middle school. I genuinely do not know why I chose a helicopter, there is no reason for me to have chosen a helicopter lol. My wood shop teacher is like “I’m actually very intrigued on why you picked a helicopter like what made you pick it? I’m impressed!” And I literally had not answer for him.

My interest was solidified when I went to EAA AirVenture. Watching the F-22 Raptor fly was and always will be breathtaking to me. That demo gave me the love for military aviation and especially fighters that I have today.

#master post #pin #i like planes #planes r cool

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