who is your favorite IT/ST crossover ship? (or even list top five in order of preference?)
OMG this is so fun, I don't get to talk about crossover ships much so I'm really excited! Okay okay so:
1. Wheelzier (Mike Wheeler + Richie Tozier). I'm a sucker for all of the tropes they can fill. Also: Finn Wolfhard is pretty.
2. Madzier (Max Mayfield + Richie Tozier). I think they'd get along really well. They would absolutely meet in an arcade and bond by competitively trying to beat each other. Max would try and teach him to skateboard and instantly fall for how ridiculously uncoordinated he is. He'd made dumb jokes that Max rolls her eyes at but secretly her heart flutters.
3. Bevmax (Beverly Marsh + Max Mayfield). I'm a sucker for fiery red heads falling in love. I feel like they would fall for each other because "lmao boys suck" and then they realize "oh wait, but girls don't ;)"
4. Billel (Bill Denbrough + Eleven) I feel like they're both reserved in a way that would lead them to understand one another really well. They're diehards for their friends, and have fallen into leader-type rolls within their friend groups, but they're still extremely soft. I think they'd communicate in a lot of non-verbal ways, 'cause of Bill's stutter and El being more of a quiet person. Lots of finger touches, shy smiles, writing out words on the palm of each other's hand. They would just be so incredibly soft together!!!
5. OT13 is just a beautiful concept. They're all free to love whoever they want, but they choose to stay within their group because they're all soulmates. I don't necessarily think that OT13 means everyone needs to be dating everyone (cause in real poly relationships that's rarely the case) but that's also a nice thought. But personally, I like the idea of them all being technically connected.
Like for example: Bill and Mike W. could be dating, while Mike W. is also dating Max, but Bill and Max aren't dating. There's still that connection there though through Mike W. which I think is really intimate, and would make Bill and Max have a really special relationship despite not being romantically involved themselves. Does that make sense or did I just make it really confusing for everyone? 😂
bev would get one of those “(tr)eat your girl right” shirts and max would love it until bev wore it to the grocery store and max had to pretend she didn’t know her
Bev slides into the jeep, "hey, Maxine," he says teasingly, leaning over to peck her red lipstick onto Max's cheek.
"Hey, Beverly," Max says back with a smirk, starting the rickety car again to get going. The music starts back on,
Girls just wanna have fu-un, oh~ girls just wanna have fun
"Oh Cyndi lauper? Wouldn't have pegged you as that type," Bev asks as Max scrambles to change it. Bev's hand finds the top of Max's, "no, keep it, I like it."
Max looks a bit surprised, bringing her hand back to the wheel, pulling out of the driveway with the windows down and the song blasting.
"So, Mayfield, where are we off to?" Bev asks, putting her feet up.
"The ice cream place, the one with the neon lights," Max explains, speeding a little bit in the empty streets, the cool air rushing in the windows, lit dimly by streetlights and the car lights, a soothing moment for the both of them.
Max pulls into the small parking lot of Leah's, her favorite place, she definitely wants to share it with Bev. "It's older, still has that old fashioned feel, and it's not too expensive," she explains, shutting the car off and unbuckling.
The two girls clamber out, Beverly takes Max's hand in her own clumsily, drunk on happiness, the night sky only fuelling her contentment.
Max pulls Bev to the door, holding it open, "prettiest girls first," she grins.
"I think that means I should be holding it open for you," Bev teases, poking Max's nose and pulling her into the shop with her, "oooooh~! It's chilly in here," she says, shivering slightly. At that, Max removes her denim jacket, draping it over Bev's shoulders.
"Better?" She asks, tucking a strand of Beverly's hair behind her ear.
"Completely," Bev says, flushing up to her ears where Max's hand had brushed.
"Good. Now, ice cream, flavor?" Max asks, pulling Bev to the counter, hopping up on a stool and pointing at the menu, an old chalkboard on the wall.
"Vanilla cone dipped in cherry? What's that?" Bev asks, looking over to her grinning girlfriend.
"My favorite, it's like a cherry sauce that dries over the ice cream until it's like? Hard?" Max tries to explain, "it's amazing, though."
"I'll try it," Beverly says with a small smile, "it sounds good, and if you like it, I'm willing to try."
"You're my cherry," Max says teasingly, pausing for a moment after, "that made no sense," she laughs, hiding her face in her hands as she does subconsciously.
"Ah, remember when I popped your cherry?" Bev teases, playfully shoving Max's shoulder.
"oh I remember, that was nice," Max grins, "really nice," she jokes, going over to peck Bev's lips.
They order their ice cream, getting it quickly. Max's eyes light up when she gets hers, one of her few positive childhood memories. "Loved this kind since I was little, got it with my uncle and Aunt usually," she smiles, biting the top of the cherry flavored crust.
"Oh god you bite ice cream I hate you," Bev says through a laugh, covering her mouth.
"What! I'm not a demon, the shell is just nice!" She argues, shoving Bev's shoulder, "god, you're so judgemental," she teases, sticking her ice cream coated tongue out at Bev.
"Fine, I'll take it," Bev says back teasingly, sticking out her own tongue, both of them not going long before erupting into laughter.
Max takes a teasing lick of her ice cream, purposefully looking Bev in the eye as she does, Bev glaring back at her in response, "not in public, bad idea, love," she smirks, doing the same thing back at Max.
Max does it again, soon it was like a competition, their eyes locked, neither of them looking any further down than the eyes. The tension builds as they finish their cones, Max slapping a few bills on the counter to pay, pulling Bev closer to her by both hands, pecking her lips before Bev goes in for more. The sparks between them were nearly visible, pulling away breathlessly, looking around to make sure nobody had been watching.
They share another, more tender gaze, feeling close to each other despite no longer being touching. They clasp hands again, swinging their arms between as they walk to the door, the soft jingle signifying that they're leaving.
They get back into their seats, Max looking over at Bev when she speaks, "where to next, lovergirl?" She teases, rolling her window down again as Max starts the car.
"Oh, why I don't know, beverbaby," she teases, "okay yeah that nickname is trash, never again," she giggles, looking down for a second before her eyes fo right back to the road.
Bev giggles too, her hand clasped over her mouth, "I don't know why you always cover your smile, it's beautiful, I like it," Max says simply in response, Bev moving her hand a little, offering an awkward version of the leftover smile.
"See? Gorgeous," Max teases, reaching over to pinch Beverly's cheek teasingly before returning it back to the wheel.
"God, I hate you," Bev sighs, shaking her head slowly, "but I love you."
"Good, it would make it awkward that I love you too if you didn't," Max smirks.
"You're such an asshat, I love it," Bev nearly purrs, reaching her hand over to Max's thigh and gripping it lightly, watching Max crumble slightly before taking a deep breath and focusing again. "Bothering you, Maximilian?" Bev teases, "wanna play firetruck? Wee woo wee woo," she teases, running her hand further up Max's thigh.
"Ohmygod, Bev, not while I'm driving," Max whines, "I will take you right back home," she teases.
Bev retracts her hand, "okayyyy," she says, "seriously though, where are we going?"
"Arcade, we gotta sneak in, but it's so worth it, I've got the quarters," Max grins, stopping near the strip where the arcade is, grabbing her black baseball cap from the back seat, "I've never gotten caught, and never lost."
"I'll put you up to the test. Winning. Not getting caught, that wouldn't do me any good," she chuckles, opening her door and getting out of the car, waiting for Max to get out, "race you!" She half shouts, making a break for the arcade.
Max bolts after her, "hey! No fair you started first!" She complains, skidding to a halt at the door after Bev.
"So, how do we get in?" Bev asks curiously, catching her breath.
Max produces a Bobby pin from her hair, proceeding immediately to pick the lock, Bev looking on a bit shocked, "I didn't know you could do that," she comments, watching as Max gets the door open.
"I'm not doing anything really bad," Max shrugs, "still paying for games, just at hours convenient for me," she smirks, grabbing Bev's hand and dragging her into the dark building.
"This place is old, no cameras," she tells Bev, pulling her to the Dig Dug machine, popping in two quarters and hearing the familiar tune of the game, pressing the button and moving the knob, getting near her old high score, showing her name at the top of the leaderboard, Mad Max.
"Not fair, need a fairer playing field," Bev argues, dragging Max to the Pacman machine.
"I never play this," Max sighs, putting the quarters in for Bev.
Bev goes about the game, she doesn't usually play it either, but she does alright.
"Hey, I'm proud of you," Max teases, punching Bev's shoulder playfully when she sees the low score.
"Hey! I'm always winning when I'm with you," Bev teases.
"Fuck, you're smooth," Max smirks, pushing Bev up against the game, pressing their lips together.
Bev gets up on the game, wrapping her legs around Max's waist, pulling her in, her teeth grazing over Max's tongue, which elicits a deep sigh from Max.
Bevelmax this ship and these girls have me by the fucking tit i dont know how this happened
And it’s time to show the world how
It’s a little bit closer as long as I’m ready to go
All we have is right now
As long as you feel it inside you know
Pairing: Bichie, Byeler, Henclair, Bevmax, Steddie, Benlon (I don’t really know what this ship is called)
Rating: Teen
Chapters: 8/8 (completed)
A/N: So, I just finished my second fic with more than one chapter. My attention seeking ass wanted me to promote it so here we go (also bc some of the ships haven’t had a lot of content on Tumblr).
Read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19304311/
consider: max has to wear a dress and is being all pouty about it, but bev makes it a positive *wink* experience (or: bev eats max out at a wedding)
words: 1,522
read on ao3 or below!!
notsfw below the cut
“Why are you pouting?” Beverlyasked with a knowing smile from the driver’s seat.
“You know why I’m pouting,” Max huffed, her arms crossed as she slouchedin Beverly’s passenger seat. “I fucking hate these things.” She lifted up thehem of her dress to emphasize what she was referring to. Karen Wheeler wasgetting remarried, becoming Karen Grant, and Beverly and Max were on their wayfrom the church to the reception hall. While Mike had been apologetic when hetold Max that she should really wear a dress instead of the suit she normallywore to formal events, he had also been pretty clear. Karen did her best to beaccepting, and the fact that none of her three children were straightdefinitely helped the cause, but there were some things that had been rooteddeep into her psyche, and one of those things was that she wanted the girls indresses on her wedding day. Mike, Holly, and Nancy had offered to talk to herabout it, but Max had assured them that she didn’t want to make a spectacle ofherself at Karen’s wedding - it was her day, after all.
Still, that didn’t mean that Maxcouldn’t complain about it to her girlfriend.
Beverly smirked. “I don’t know,”she mused, “I kinda like it on you.” Max rolled her eyes and was about to protestwhen she felt Bev’s hand on the inside of her thigh. Max was sitting with herlegs open, as she was wont to do, which gave Bev the opportunity to run herhand up Max’s skirt. “Easy access,” Bev winked. Max gasped lightly and grippedthe door with one hand and the side of her seat with the other as Bev squeezedthe inside of her thigh.
“Okay, maybe you have a point,” sheconceded breathlessly.
“Yeah?” Bev grinned, running herfingertips in teasing circles over Max’s sensitive skin. “You like how easily Ican just slide my hand between your legs, baby?” Max let out a slightlystrangled mhm as her pussy began totingle with interest.
“I could do this whenever I wanttonight, couldn’t I?” Bev’s voice was low and teasing as she ghosted herfingertips over the front of Max’s panties. “We could be eating dinner and Icould tease you like this under the table, watch you try not to squirm.” Maxwhimpered and thrusted her hips forward, desperate for Bev to apply morepressure, to really touch her.
But then Bev brought her hand backto the steering wheel.
“I think this is gonna be a reallyfun night,” she winked. Max groaned and sat up, her legs now pressed together.It was gonna be a long night.
Overall the night was going well -they were eating and dancing and laughing - but Bev kept throwing Max theselooks, sex eyes in the most subtle but tempting way possible. Her breakingpoint was when they were finishing up dessert and Bev ran her hand up Max’sthigh again under the table. Luckily, Bev could tell how affected Max was, andshe asked Max to come with her to freshen up her lipstick. No one mentionedthat her lipstick still looked immaculate as the two wove their way out of theballroom toward the bathrooms and dressing rooms.
Max smirked as Bev led her as faraway from the party as possible, into an empty dressing room. “Are we fixingyour lipstick or messing it up?” she joked. Bev shut the door and pressed heragainst it, taking her breath away. Though Max was naturally a few inchestaller than Bev, the heels Bev wore had her looking down at Max - not more thantwo inches, but it still made Max quiver in the best way possible. Bev pressedher lips to Max’s gently. She kissed her slowly, languidly - in a way that toldMax to keep her hands to herself.
Bev ran her hands down Max’s sidesto her hips, bunching up her dress. “You look so fucking pretty in this, baby.You’ve been driving me crazy all night.” Max let out a small gasp as Bev slid ahand up Max’s dress and lightly traced her finger over her through her panties.“Think you can stay quiet for me?” she smirked, her nose still grazing Max’s.Max nodded, gulped. Bev smiled and dropped to her knees, giving Max a look thatmade her shiver. “Hold this for me,” she said as she pushed the skirt of Max’sdress up around her waist. Max did as she was told, her hands gripping thefabric as anticipation ran through her. “You already soaked through yourpanties, baby,” Bev marveled, running her fingers over the damp fabric. Max letout a small moan as she did so. “Quiet, baby,” Bev reminded her with a playfulsmack to her pussy.
“Right, sorry,” Max breathed. Herbreath came even shorter as Bev began kissing along the waistline of herpanties. Her fingers were gentle as she slid them under the elastic, but Max’sskin already felt electrified, and she nearly jumped at the touch. Bevchuckled.
“God, it’s been so hard not totouch you tonight, but you’re making it so worth it right now.”
“You gonna make it worth it forme?” Max shot back with a smirk.
Bev winked. “If you’re a goodgirl.” It was playful, and Max giggled accordingly, but they both knew that thepetname made her pussy pulse. Bev dragged Max’s panties down her legs, and Maxeagerly stepped out of them, spreading her legs. Her hands itched to runthrough Bev’s hair, to pull her close, but she also loved the wait, theexcitement. Bev ran her hands reverently up Max’s legs and kissed up herthighs. “Fuck, I love making you squirm.” Max hadn’t even realized, but sureenough her hips were wriggling desperately in front of Bev’s face. Bev ran onefinger over Max’s folds, spreading her lips apart and feeling how wet she was.Max shuddered. “Think you’ve waited long enough?” Bev’s eyes glittered as shesmiled teasingly up at Max.
“Yes,” Max whined, both exasperated and desperate.
Bev hummed and kissed her way downfrom Max’s stomach, finally flicking the tip of her tongue against Max’s clit.Max let out a relieved moan, one of her hands gripping Bev’s hair. Her redcurls were so soft, her pink tongue so gentle as it expertly circled the bundleof nerves, already driving Max wild. She slumped against the door as Bev’stongue worked over her. When she slid a finger inside of her, Max’s head fellback against the door, her eyes falling shut with a small moan. Bev knewexactly how to make her feel good, exactly how to crook her finger to get Max’slegs shaking. “God, I wish I could draw this out forever,” Bev sighed, hervoice dreamy and almost far away.
“More,” Max whimpered, “please.” Shetugged pitifully on Bev’s hair, willing her forward. Bev smirked.
“You’re so cute when you’redesperate.” She sucked Max’s clit between her lips, and the pleasure was sointense that Max had to bite her lip to stifle her moan. “Does it feel good,angel?”
“So good,” Max moaned.
“Think you’ll come so fast no onewill even notice we left?” Max just moaned at that, too far gone to give asnarky response - especially when Bev slipped a second finger easily inside ofher and began licking her clit at the exact speed and pressure she knew wouldmake Max come.
“Fuck!” Max couldn’t help but cryout. She pulled Bev closer, her hips rolling forward, instinctively chasingthat pleasure. Bev’s fingers gripped Max’s thighs, and her moans vibrated overMax’s clit in a way that had her struggling to stand. She pulsed around Bev’sfingers as the pleasure built and built. She was vaguely aware of her toescurling in her shoes. She stuffed the skirt of her dress into her mouth tomuffle the sounds of her moans as her pleasure became white hot, allencompassing, overwhelming. With a few more strokes of Bev’s tongue, Max wascoming undone, shaking all over and whimpering into her dress as ecstasy coursethrough her body.
She was still catching her breathwhen she felt Bev get up and wrap her arms around Max’s waist. She kissed her,and Max could taste herself on Bev’s lips.
“Good?” Bev asked, her voicetwinkling with pride and love.
“So good,” Max said breathlessly.“Fuck, I love you.”
Bev giggled and kissed her again.“Love you, too.” Then, once she had helped Max pull her panties back on, shesaid, “Mike is gonna be pissed when he smells pussy on my breath.”
“Bold of you to assume Mike knowswhat pussy smells like,” Max retorted, making Bev snort with laughter.
The two hadn’t been back in thereception hall for five minutes before Mike was, in fact, reprimanding Max forBev’s pussy breath, but given that her legs were still trembling, her pussy stillpulsing with small aftershocks, she decided it was worth it.