#lucas sinclair layouts | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

mondlevan · 2 years

Photo

lucas and max headers

“♡” or reblog if you save/use — follow me.

twt: @szamofada

#lucas sinclair #lucas sinclair headers #lucas sinclair layouts #max mayfield #max mayfield headers #max mayfield layouts #stranger things #st #stedit #caleb mclaughlin #sadie sink #lumax #headers #layouts #cinematography

237 notes · View notes

pinkeoni · 11 months

Text

Concept: Stranger Things is a 90's cable network show that releases weekly, so they take out ads in TV guides to promote their new episodes

Based off of Twin Peaks TV guide ads

#i really wanna make more of these this was fun to make #maybe in different layouts and with other seasons #stranger things #pinkeoni art #my art #photoshop #joyce byers #will byers #mike wheeler #el hopper #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #jonathan byers #stancy #jancy #also you know i had to make a reference to laura with will

129 notes · View notes

f4ncystuff · 2 years

Text

like or reblog if you save/use

stranger things layouts. 🌷🧺 ִֶָ 💗

605 notes · View notes

bnwheaders · 2 years

Text

# stranger things headers

like if you save

follow me

(c) on twitter

#twitter headers #headers #white headers #black headers #stranger things layout #stranger things twitter #stranger things headers #eddie munson headers #eddie munson #millie bobby brown #millie bobby brown headers #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #will byers #dustin henderson #steve harrington

736 notes · View notes

sahsacalle · 2 years

Text

nancy wheeler icons

like/reblog if you save or use

140 notes · View notes

tokyocyborg · 2 years

Text

i knew you tried to change the ending

peter losing wendy

46 notes · View notes

vampiredits · 2 years

Text

stranger things aesthetic headers ‧₊˳✧༚࿐

like or reblog for credit

by: @winonryder on twitter

95 notes · View notes

g6oogie · 2 years

Note

hii can u pls do taehyung x stranger things ?? ty <3

hope you like them !!

— like or reblog if you save !

46 notes · View notes

princess-pathetic-112898 · 2 years

Text

The Bad Men Are Coming!

#fan post #moodboard #layout app #layout moodboard #layout #netflix #stranger things #st4 #st lucia #stranger things lucas #lucas sinclair #caleb mclaughlin

22 notes · View notes

wvyam · 2 years

Note

Lucas icons plsss

Lucas Sinclair Icons

700x700 icons

psd : pink attitude

> like/reblog if use

:D

13 notes · View notes

bevongf · 2 years

Text

stranger things headers

fav or reblog if you save

c cinemurphy

216 notes · View notes

mondlevan · 3 months

Photo

lucas sinclair icons

“♡” or reblog if you save/use — follow me.

twt: @szamofada

13 notes · View notes

padme-amidala · 2 years

Photo

@usergif • BACK TO COOL EVENT Challenge #3: Layout or transition

LUCAS SINCLAIR + character profile

#backtocool22 #strangerthingsedit #lucas sinclair #lucassinclairedit #dailystrangerthings #tvstrangerthings #strangersource #*gif #noalook #tuserjackie #userjake #userluke #userioana #usergabby #usermaguire #useremsi #tusergeo #tuserkaty

3K notes · View notes

anaxibiaclark · 1 year

Text

Thinking about Steve taking Max in after she gets out of the hospital. (No, her mother did not abandon her, Max wanted to finish high school in Hawkins.)

Her body has fully healed but she still can't see a damn thing. At most, she can see blurred lines of text when she brings a book up to the tip of her nose and tilts her head slightly to the left. (Unfortunately, corrective lenses don't help.) Usually she just gets Lucas or El to read to her.

When Steve and Eddie bring her home, it's a big to do for Lucas. He's become a slight helicopter boyfriend. Always worried that she'll get hurt if she isn't using her guide cane.

As they step into the house, Eddie watches Lucas scan the interior for any obstacles that might be in the way. Panic is still clear as day on his face.

"Sinclair, relax." Eddie says, squeezing his shoulder reassuringly. "Steve and I spent days mapping this place out for the safest paths to traverse."

"Really?" Slight skepticism can be heard in Lucas' voice.

Eddie sighs, "yes, really." He steps away to grab his DM notebook from a side table that is now flush with the wall. "Look," he walks back over to Lucas flipping through the notebook.

Lucas' eyes go big recognizing the notebook. "Is that your...?"

"Yes it is," Eddie confirms, placing the notebook in Lucas' hands. "But if you even think about flipping to the front, I will make sure your Ranger is the first one to die in my new campaign." Eddie smirks when he sees Lucas' Adam's apple bob in his throat.

"What am I looking at here?" Lucas asks as he studies the graph paper within the notebook.

"It's the layout of Steve's house." He points to some numbers in the margins. "We even figured out the number of steps to take before she reaches an obstacle."

Just then, Eddie happens to look up in time to catch Max approaching said obstacle. "Hey, Red?"

Max freezes in place. "Yeah?"

"Take a half step to your left." He watches as she takes the half step.

"What did I almost walk into?"

"End table."

Max reaches her right hand out and brushes fingertips over the wood. "Thanks, Eddie."

"You're welcome, Kiddo."

Eddie smiles as he watches El approach Max, linking their arms together, guiding the redhead down the hall towards the den.

Steve's voice can be heard as he gives Max direction. "So, Max, you roughly have about six steps from the hallway entrance to the laundry room. Which will be to your right."

"I'm blind Steve." Max says with a bit of snark. "How am I gonna be able to do my own laundry?"

Steve huffes out a breath. "It's a reference point Mayfield."

The girls giggle and Eddie can't help but snicker. He's certain that Steve has now taken on his "mom stance," hands on hips and annoyance written across his face.

"Jesus," exasperation can be heard in his voice. "You're just as bad as the boys."

More giggling can be heard as it fades down the hall.

Eddie turns his focus back to Lucas. "See," he gestures towards the hall. "She's in good hands Sinclair."

"Fine." Lucas sighs, shaking his head. "I'll take your word for it."

Eddie can still see the worry in the young boy's eyes. "Hey," he says reassuringly, "Max is safe here, we made sure of it. Besides, Steve already has a guide dog in the works for Red. We just have to make sure they'll be a good fit for eachother."

Lucas starts to physically relax as Eddie continues. "He also has a lady, who's coming from Indianapolis, willing to teach Red how to read braille."

Eddie notices a sheen in Lucas' eyes. "Steve did all of this for her?"

"Well," a smug smile spreads across his face. "I'm the one who came up with the floor plan," he pauses as Lucas let's out a choked laugh. "But, yes, everything else was all Steve's doing."

A calming silence washes over them for a brief moment. Until they hear a pained groan and muffled laughter.

"Let's go rescue Steve from embarrassment." Eddie says, pulling Lucas towards the hallway.

Lucas chuckles. "That's probably a wise idea."

#stranger things #this is a little hc i had trapped in my head for weeks #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #lumax #eleven/jane hopper #stranger things ficlet #i just think eddie and steve would do anything for these little shits

559 notes · View notes

tatisbooks · 2 years

Note

HII I just found ur account and I love the whole theme/layout AND IM HERE TO BE A OG FAN OF YOURS !! , but may I request a max x Gn!reader when the reader like has bad asthma?? It can be like an angst and fluff combo in the end if u can TYSM AND GOODLUCK W UR ACCOUNT <3

-🐻‍❄️

hiii!! and thank you so much and welcome to my anon family!<3 i used to have asthma as a child, so i don't remember much besides going on a ventilator so please let me know if i misrepresent something!! this was way more angst than fluff so I might rewrite but I just wanted to get something out for yall! kinda short but ive never wrote a x reader before

summary: the reader has an asthma attack in the middle of their plan

𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃. your legs ached and breathing was hard for you. your head spun rapidly, creating a dizzy affect as you let out a small whimper. "no, no no no, not here not right now," your voice was small, tiny, but how could it be any louder when you could barely breathe?

they were in vecna's house, the place where max was currently sitting crisscross applesauce, her eyes rolling back and her mind far far away from this universe. lucas looked over to max' lover, taking note of the wheezy cough you emit, your hands fumbled for your inhaler, quickly grabbing from your jean pocket and hitting it twice. normally your attacks weren't as bad, but with the combined dust and cold air, you were sure it was probably vecna's fault.

but max! max was still in the upside down with vecna. you slowly stood up, legs shaky and approaching max. "max?" your voice was small and lucas took a step back. letting you come into max's view if she had one.

"max?" your voice became louder and louder as you shouted for her. you knew where she was but right now, you needed her or you were sure you would have a panic attack, which combined with your asthma attack, wasn't very pretty.

lucas stepped towards you, hand resting on your shoulder as he tried to coax you away from the redhead. "no!" you turned on him, irritation clear on your face. it was such a stark contrast from your usually calm and collected face but the high schooler didn't take any offense, used to your irritable behavior during asthma attacks.

but the cherry on fucking top was jason carver bursting into the dusty and dark room, flashlight immediately pointing at you and max and then at lucas. "what did you do?" he shouted. lucas stumbled for words, his voice coming out tired as he looked on. jason circled around you and max, you coughing and her eyes fluttering.

lucas couldn't do anything. their plan wasn't ready to be stopped and thus, he needed a distraction. the sinclair threw a punch at jason, while you went to defend max' back.

but all good things must come to an eend, because jason stumbled back, his foot coming too close and almost smashing max' walkman. "no!" you shouted, diving for it.

but the pain spread up your arm, your face twisting in pain as your fingers were crushed by jasons foot. he startled back, allowing lucas to get another punch.

and max began to float, sending you into your part of the plan. through sniffled tears, your unbroken hand went for her walkman, quickly putting the headphones on her ears and pressing "play" on the walkman. you slid it into her pocket, mouth gaping as she began to float. and yet she still didn't come back.

you sobbed as her legs began to break, your hand going to your mouth as you gasped for breath. and then she fell, and her head landed by your inhaler, but you ignored it and focused on her. your shaky hand brushed her hair away as you carefully moved her into your lap, sniffling. and you got this feeling of dread, this feeling of a cloud of darkness over your head.

and max cried too. she cried for you, she cried for herself. she cried for her friends, who had yet to know she was going to die. "I-i can't feel," her voice was shaky and her eyes were pure white.

"i don't wanna die!" she muttered repeatedly. you didn't say anything, you never were the best at comforting people but your hand interlocked with hers was all that needed to be said.

and the clocked chime, max went limp in your arms and you could barely breathe because you knew. you knew she was dead.

tags:

120 notes · View notes

cominginhotoffthepresses · 9 months

Text

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

Nancy used to love going to hospitals. In the same way she loved spelling tests and Sunday school, anywhere a grown-up might evaluate her on a dozen different metrics and not find Nancy Wheeler wanting in any of them, she loved hospitals. What a stupid thing, she thinks now, to have always expected everything to go well for her in a place people came to die.

Emergency rooms are loud, but Nancy finds herself wishing for the chaos of those first few minutes when they’re bundled into a waiting room and told that someone will let them know as soon as possible.

There had been a brief and terrifying burst of excitement when Steve, held together with adrenaline and gauze, twisted the wrong way and pulled his stomach back open. There’s a design flaw, Nancy notes, her hands overlapped with Robin’s pressed against Steve’s torso to try stay the blood, in the layout of the waiting room chairs. It’s difficult for the staff to get the gurney close. It takes too long. Steve gives them a thumbs up as he’s wheeled out, and Nancy files it away into the corner of her mind that takes problems, pieces them apart, and ruminates on them until she decides if there’s a story there or not.

“He’ll be alright.” Nancy says to Robin, whose hand is still in hers, to Dustin and Lucas in the chairs across from them, to herself.

“Eddie too.” Dustin says.

“And Max.” Lucas doesn’t look at her, but Nancy nods.

She echoes him. “And Max.”

Robin doesn’t let go of her. Nancy feels the blood cupped between their palms dry into a scab holding them together. Every few minutes, Robin squeezes her hand as if reminding her body that it is being touched, and Nancy feels the scrape of Steve between them. It’s a bio-hazard. She lifts her feet for the custodian who mops the floor beneath them half an hour into their vigil and flinches at the squeak of her trainers against fresh linoleum when he’s done.

The Sinclairs are the first to arrive. If Erica weren’t with him, Nancy is sure Lucas would pitch a fit about staying, but his arm has stayed wrapped around his sister’s shoulders. He deposits Erica into their father’s embrace, chuffs Dustin’s arm, and writes his home phone number on the back of a magazine subscription card falling out of a six-month old eWeek.

“You call me,” he hands Nancy the card. Both of their fingerprints stain the thick white paper, “the moment something happens, okay? The moment. I don’t care how late it gets.” Lucas’s father frowns behind him, but Nancy promises.

When she arrives fifteen minutes later, Mrs. Henderson folds Dustin into her arms without waiting for him to rise from his chair. Nancy watches him stiffen and melt in turn. Claudia Henderson has no apparent thought for anyone other than her darling boy and, “My gosh, what’s happened to you? We need to get you cleaned up,” brushes him up and out of the waiting room over Dustin’s protests.

Lucas has Dustin’s phone number, surely, or his walkie talkie if it isn’t lost somewhere in Upside Down. Getting Eddie out of there had kept them all too busy to take inventory.

Nancy follows the Hendersons by sight through the open door then the sound of Dustin’s placating down the hall until he’s been consumed by the low drone of hospital noise and she and Robin are alone.

Robin’s heels are up on the thin lip of waiting room chair, knees pressed to her chest. Nancy expected to field a thousand questions to slake the endless well of Robin’s runaway thoughts, but then, Robin hasn’t left her side. There are no secret answers Nancy might have found to give her, so Robin is quiet save for the occasional big breath, the sort that shakes her shoulders and usually precedes a sob but comes with a squeeze of her hand.

The poster on the opposite wall, visible now that teen heads are no longer blocking the way, is of Redwoods. Below the trees in block type, the words ‘Growing Together’ attempt to perk up the place. Max has probably seen Redwood trees on her way from California to Hawkins, Nancy imagines. She should ask her about them if it wouldn’t be too strange coming from her friend’s older sister. She wishes she’d gone with Mike now, to see them herself.

“Do you think it’s really over?” Nancy startles at the question. Robin doesn’t turn to look at her to ask it, still staring into the middle distance in front of them.

Nancy’s thoughts turn again to Max, to the last time they’d sat together in the wake of a disaster and the almost end of the world, the time before that, and, “No,” Nancy says. “No, I don’t expect so.”

At first, Nancy thinks the sound Robin makes really is a sob this time. She turns in her seat, ready to put a hand on her shoulder, tell her the old lie about everything being alright in the end despite the spiral they’ve been heading down since Mike stashed a girl in their basement, the fact that Nancy isn’t sure it’s ever going to be over for any of them whether Eleven shows up to close the portals for good or not, and sees Robin’s head tipped back, face scrunched as she tries and fails to keep from giggling.

It would be cute if it weren’t horrifically inappropriate. It’s still, Nancy steadies herself and glances around to make sure no one is paying them any attention, quite cute.

“Jesus H,” Robin wheezes. “You’d think at some point all the freaky mind powers would be enough, right? Like, is evil a gas, filling whatever space we put it in, or what? Maybe if we took the superpowers out of the equation things would actually calm down for a minute.”

“I don’t actually think El has her powers anymore, so we might just be screwed.” Nancy catches a laugh in her throat. She feels the prickle of Robin look at her, the tension in their clasped hands. Nancy meets Robin’s eyes for only a moment before Robin’s giggle turns into a guffaw and just as quickly descends into the sobs Nancy has been bracing for all along.

If Nancy could cry now, she doesn’t know if she would remember how to stop. Tears are, always have been, an indulgent all night affair, but Robin’s crying is silent. Her tears dry up quickly, but Nancy doesn’t let her go.

They sit together until a woman with a clipboard elbows through the double doors marked ‘Hospital Personnel Only,’ and asks for the Harrington family. A pang of guilt burrows into Nancy’s stomach; she hadn’t even thought to call them, but Robin is already standing. Robin lets go of her, Steve flaking to the linoleum between them, and sure, Nancy thinks. That makes sense.

on ao3

#ronance #eventually #nancy wheeler #stranger things #fic #robin buckley #cominginhot #character study of a sort #steve harrington #is there but not There there

7 notes · View notes