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just lumax as an interaction between me and my bf @dandan-thegayman
#these are so fun to make#shitpost#shitposting#stranger things#stranger things ships#stranger things textposts#stranger things 3#st textposts#max mayfeild#lucas sinclair#lumax
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#i find myself hilarious#stranger things#will byres#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#steve harrington#eddie munson#max mayfeild#el hopper#byler#steddie#lucas sinclair#elmax#ronance
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Eddie was sulking. He had a bad day at work and his boyfriend was miles away without access to a phone.
He took a sip of his beer, lazily watching the news while bored out of his mind. Maybe subjecting himself to the horrors of the great outdoors would have been worth it after all, even with Robin’s no-sex rule.
He groaned when the phone rang, completely not in the mood to speak to anyone. But their voicemail box was broken, and on the very off chance it was Steve calling to say they were rained out, Eddie didn’t want to miss it.
He picked it up, uncaring for politeness,“Yeah?”
“Eddie? What kind of greeting is that?”
He perked up a little at the sound of Max’s voice. He could make an exception for her, “Sorry Red, crap day.”
“Sucks for you. Hey, um, is Steve there?"
“Nope, he swindled Robin into going camping with him. But he’ll be back Monday.”
"Of course he did," She sighed, voice shaky, “Just, uh, have him call me when he gets home, okay?”
Eddie frowned, alarms already ringing. She sounded weird, not just her usual trademarked annoyance, “Is everything okay down there?”
“Y-yeah. Totally fine.”
“Max, if this is some Upside Down shit-”
“It’s not! It’s…just me shit. And everyone else is gone.”
“What is me shit?” Eddie was getting a bad feeling in his stomach, “I hope you realize if something happened to you and I could have stopped it, I’ll be liable, and then Steve will be forced to kill me-”
“He would never kill you.” She laughed, weak and a little forced, “Seriously, you don’t have to worry, I’m basically fine. ”
“Well I’m not willing to test it. What’s going on?”
She took a deep breath, rallying before admitting the truth, “Ok, ok, um, my mom kinda got arrested?”
Eddie wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t that, “When the hell did that happen?”
“About a week ago? And we, uh, kinda got evicted?”
Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath before deciding that Susan Hargrove was going on his list of least favorite people.
Max was stilling talking, rushing in a way that Eddie wasn’t used to, “A-and I know you guys are far away, and I wouldn’t ask normally, really, and if you can’t come I get it, b-but Steve said if I ever needed anything to call and Johnathan took them all to that stupid computer summer camp and Jocye and Hopper are still on their honeymoon and…I-I don’t have anywhere else to go.”
“Where the hell have you been staying?”
She hesitated again, “In my mom’s car?”
Eddie was already on his feet, looking for his keys as he reassured her, “You did the right thing by calling, okay? I’m on my way, but you’re going to my uncle’s house, understand? You’re not going to spend another night in a car.”
“But-”
"But nothing. You’re going to go there, eat, sleep in a real bed, and we’ll leave in the morning. I’ll see you soon."
She agreed without much of a fight, hanging up with a quiet thank you. Behind all of his playfulness and eccentricities, Eddie could be pretty intimidating when needed to be.
He blared music the whole way there, realizing half way through that he was pushing twenty four hours without sleeping. But there were worse things than an impromptu fifteen hour drive to Hawkins in the middle of the night, even if he could barely keep his eyes open or feel his legs by the time he got there.
It was mid-day when he pulled into Wayne’s driveway, and he was not looking forward to doing it all over again. He used his spare key, forgoing a greeting at the sight of his uncle at the kitchen table, opting to profusely thank him instead.
“Where is she?” He asked, after about the fifth round of thanks.
“Asleep,” Wayne offered, “Kid tried to stay up all night waiting for you, but she went down around nine this morning.”
Good, that was good, it would give him some much needed time to sleep. He crashed on their couch, conking out almost instantly. All too soon he was being woken back up, something tickling his face. He wrinkled his nose, swatting at whatever was touching him, but it was persistent. He groaned as light filled his vision, blinking up at the ceiling. He turned, just in time to catch Max going to poke at his cheek again.
The kid looked like shit, like she hadn’t showered or slept in a week.
“Hi,” she said quietly, giving an awkward little wave, like they weren’t inches apart.
“Hi,” Eddie tried, for once feeling completely out of his element as they stared at each other.
The boys he could deal with, they were his own personal band of nerds. Even El was easier, with her straightforward curiosity and Eddie’s penance to talk anyone’s ear off was usually a match made in Heaven, but Max…Max was Steve’s territory.
His self-proclaimed adopted sister, a step ahead of everyone in conversation, quiet but witty, careful but brave, she’d always been a bit of a mystery to Eddie. She was so selective when it came to who she trusted, with him never fully being in or out of her circle of favorites, always on the periphery by his proximity to Steve, her favorite adult.
She was picking at the couch, avoiding Eddie’s eyes when she piped up, “Your uncle’s cool.”
“I know, right?” Eddie sat up, rubbing a hand over his face to wake up faster, “What time is it?”
“Five.”
Shit. They had to leave soon if they were going to get there before Steve, “You ready?”
She nodded, “As I ever will be.”
It was short work packing, she had her skateboard, her walkman, and a single duffle bag, stuffed full. Wayne and Eddie shared a look as they stuffed it all into the back, the scene way too familiar to Eddie’s own meager belongings when he came along.
They thanked Wayne again on the way out, Max even going as far as accepting a hug, bashful but too grateful to refuse. He pulled out of the driveway, sad to say goodbye to his uncle but more than happy to see Hawkins start to disappear in his rearview. No matter how many good memories he had there, how many wonderful people he’d met, something inside of him would always hate that shit hole.
Maybe it was because all the good parts could be taken out.
He glanced over at Max, not quite sure what to say. It was never just them before. Eddie was the one to break the silence first, per usual, “How the fuck did Mike convince El to go to a three month computer camp?"
It was probably the wrong question to ask considering the circumstances, but at least it made her laugh, a real one this time, "That's what I said! God, they’re worse now than when they were dating. They take the best friend thing way too seriously. Almost as bad as Robin and Steve.”
“Hey, rude!” Eddie whined, mock offended on Steve’s behalf, “True but still rude!”
Max laughed. She was picking at a loose thread on her jacket, still smiling a little,“I’m sorry you had to come all the way out here but…thank you for doing it.”
He shrugged, “There are worse things than a nice night drive.”
“I still appreciate it.”
“So…” he trailed off, hesitating before asking what needed to be asked, “Are you going to tell me what happened?"
Max sighed as she stared out the window, like she’d just been waiting for him to say it, “She…got caught for check fraud and identity theft, apparently for a lot of money. She doesn’t even know when her trial date is yet. I thought…” she hesitated, shaking her head, “I don’t know what I thought. I wasn’t thinking. I should have known something was up when things got better out of nowhere.”
“You’re not supposed to be thinking about shit like that. You’re seventeen.”
“Almost eighteen.”
Eddie rolled his eyes,“Oh, you got me. You’re right, everyone knows you get a copy of your parent’s tax records and W-2s and take over the family finances when you come of age ”
She snorted, eyes still staring out the window, but with the smallest hint of a smile on her face.
Eddie cleared his throat, still peeking at her through the corner of his eye, “I’m sorry that uh, Steve isn’t here.”
She shook her head, “No, I’m glad it was you. Since…y’know.”
Eddie nodded, oh too aware of what she meant. Things in Hawkins had gotten pretty fucked up for Steve near the end of their time there. After Steve's parent's found out about them, things had spread pretty fast, rumors finally being confirmed as fact, courtesy of Steve’s piece of shit sperm donor. He’d let the whole world know that he didn’t have a son, paired with a big old speech about parenteral-approved gay bashing. The backlash was even worse than Eddie had expected. Apparently the only thing that town hated then queer freaks was ex-straights.
It had been pretty fucking awful, worse yet that Will had to see it all. The only queer kid in a thirty mile radius had to bear witness to his gay role model being socially crucififed. The experience didn’t scream hopeful future in Indiana. Eddie was glad that he was going back to California for college, especially since he’d have El and Mike with him. Even if it was depressing the rugrats were splitting in two, Eddie was just happy none of them were staying in that hell hole.
Max was biting at her nails, a nervous habit he knew Steve used to bug her about.
“Do you think he’ll let me stay?”
Eddie laughed, “You should be more worried about if he’ll ever let you leave.”
“You think?”
“I’d bet money on it.”
The little smile was getting bigger, “How much?”
“Twenty says he’ll tear up and say something like, ‘Of course you can stay, for as long as you want,’” Eddie did his best emotional Steve voice, the adorable wobbly kind that melted everyone’s heart, loving how it made Max laugh, “Something sappy like that.”
“You’re on!” They shook on it, with Eddie only feeling slightly bad for setting her up on a nearly fixed bet.
It was a long fifteen hours, though Eddie was grateful that Max stayed awake with him the whole time, the drive was so much better with someone to talk to.
“I’m not going to let you be alone for this twice,” she insisted when Eddie asked if she was tired after her fifth yawn. They argued over radio stations and traded blackmailable stories about their friends the whole way home. Eddie’s eyes were bloodshot from exhaustion by the time they got there, Max looking just as bad, but it was worth it.
She was worth it.
She went straight to the couch when Eddie pushed the door open, already familiar with the layout of the place. She plopped down, face face first, almost immediately passing out, obviously still exhausted from her week of homeless hell.
Eddie was just covering her with a blanket when he heard the click of the lock being undone, Steve’s voice not far behind, “Baby, I’m home-”
He rounded the corner, all teasing smiles until his eyes landed on Max, his big eyes widening in shock.
He dragged his gaping boyfriend back into their room and told Steve the whole story, genuinely impressed with himself for not passing out during his speech. Steve forced him into bed at the end of it, kissing him soundly for taking such good care of her, sleep taking him easily.
Eddie woke up slowly, alone in their dark room. He didn’t know how long he slept for, but lord knows he had needed it. He wandered into the living, finding Steve and Max hugging on the couch, catching the tail end of their conversation.
“Of course you can stay, for as long as you want,” Steve was saying, all teary eyed.
Eddie didn’t miss the relieved smile on her face, like there was ever a chance he would have said no. She spotted him over Steve’s shoulder, flipping him off when he mouthed at her, ‘I win.’
“You realize I have no money right?” She whispered to him later that night, freshly showered and finally relaxed, “And I’m starting to think you cheated.”
Eddie laughed, “Manual labor until your debt is paid then. And…define cheating?”
“Whatever weird psychic thing you guys have going on, definitely cheating.”
“It’s called love, thank you very much,” Eddie smiled over at Steve, who was busying himself in the kitchen. He was making dinner, insisting that they both eat something before passing out again. He shooed away all attempts at helping, and for good reason, both of them still looked like sleep deprived nightmares.
It was a good night, all things considered, even if Max and Eddie were still only half awake for most of it. He didn’t really feel back to himself until the next morning, but that’s what driving for more than thirty hours in less than two days did to someone.
He kissed Steve’s hair before leaving him in bed, wandering to the balcony to light up a joint.
It wasn’t long before he could hear Max shuffling around behind him, dialing a number into the kitchen's phone, eavesdropping by way of proximity. Probably Lucas if he had to guess. He tried to zone out a bit, but couldn’t help listening in to the latter half of her conversation.
“Of course everything’s fine,” she lied easily into the receiver, “Nancy offered me an exclusive tour of the campus since I was abandoned by my boyfriend, and Steve and Eddie said I could stay at their place to quell the boredom. My mom’s fine with it.”
Pretty good lie, all things considered.
“Just send the letters here, tell El the same thing. They’ll just get lost at my house. You can call here too, I’ll probably stay through summer, but definitely home before you get back.”
Eddie looked over his shoulder, just able to make out the side of her face at the odd angle. She was smiling, a soft thing that Eddie recognized, the kind of smile that was meant for a singular person, “Then I guess you’ll just have to rewrite it won’t you?”
Eddie forced himself to zone out again, unwilling to listen in on the more intimate bits. It wasn’t long before he heard the click of the receiver and light footsteps strolling his way.
She came up behind him, plopping down next to him with a sigh, “Can I try that?”
Eddie glanced behind him, a little paranoid that Steve was about to catch him in the act of giving drugs to his favorite child, but relented when he couldn’t hear any sounds from their bedroom.
He passed it over, “Just don’t tell your mother.”
Max laughed as she took a hit, a bit too experienced with it in Eddie’s opinion, “What does that make you, the cool dad?”
“Obviously.”
They stared out into the horizon, the sun not quite up yet, but on the way.
“You’re not going to tell him?” Eddie finally asked when she passed it back.
She shook her head, “And rain on the nerd parade? I don’t think so. He's having the time of his life over there.”
“He’s gonna be pissed. They’re all going to be pissed.”
She shrugged, “It won’t be that bad. As long as I omit the car thing, it will be mild.”
They sat in silence, the comfortable kind for once, before she spoke up again, “Are you okay with me staying here?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
She shrugged, “Like…I know you don’t have much space. And I don’t even know for how long I’ll be here. Steve’s fine with it, because he’s Steve, but are you?”
Eddie ruffled her hair, a bit touched that she would even ask, “Of course I don’t mind you being here. We’ll make it work.”
And they did. They ran a curtain through half of their living room, making a makeshift space around Max’s favorite couch, so she could have some semblance of privacy.
It didn’t take long for Robin and Nancy to get involved either, especially since they had the actual two-bedroom apartment. Robin glommed onto Max particularly fast, and two made a chaotic duo of epic proportions.
They converted Nancy’s office, completely ignoring Max’s protests, and got her a real bed. She bounced between their apartments, always sure to be clear on where she was going to end up staying that night. It was stupid, but it still made Eddie preen that she choose their place more often than not. The summer went by fast, faster than Eddie would have ever thought while living with a teenager, but by the time August was coming to a close, there was no good news for Susan Hasgrove.
They still talked over the phone, usually just for Susan to guiltily admit terrible news while apologizing profusely. Susan ended up settling on a plea deal to avoid trial. Two years in prison, maybe less for good behavior, but there was no way she was getting out in time for Max to go back to Hawkins.
Eddie had to give her this, Susan was an absolute fuck up, but she loved her kid, loved her enough to basically beg Steve and Eddie to take her in until college. Like they would ever say no.
School was another matter, but thank Christ for Nancy Wheeler, the walking academic genius. She knew exactly what to do and what to say to the Emerson officials regarding Max’s senior year. She even garnered a deal to get her into an alternative program through the college rather than having to re-enroll in a new highschool. She had explained it all to Eddie once, early admission this, preferred treatment and financial aid that, but it kinda went in one ear and out the other, he was more than happy to just let he handle it.
With the official news, Max couldn’t hide it from the others for much longer, and eventually, they found out on their own. Apparently, they had all planned the opposite of a Welcome Home Party for Max, a Sorry We Left You All Summer For Dork Camp Party. They had a banner and everything, and even came back early to set up, right in the window of Max’s lie of being home, only to find her trailer occupied by a completely different family.
One angry phone call with El and a fifteen hour drive later, Eddie found his living room invaded by a wild pack of seventeen-year olds, all pissed as hell. Max was sandwiched between Lucas and El on the couch, the two more upset that she went through something so terrible without them than mad, while the rest stared up at her from the floor. Steve was settled in Eddie’s lap on their recliner, the two watching the whole exchange warily.
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Dustin managed to ask over the incomprehensible noise of them all trying to talk at once, his insanely loud voice finally coming in handy.
Max rubbed a hand over her face, “Would you have left if I told you?”
“Of course!” El and Lucas said in unison, sharing a look like they couldn't believe she would even need to ask.
“Exactly! That was the problem!”
“But you could have stayed with my family!” Mike tried, “Nancy’s room is empty and-”
“And your dad literally hates all of us.”
“But what about us?” Will asked, “We don’t have that much space sure, but we could figure something out.”
“I know you would but I didn’t want- I don’t want…” Max trailed off, struggling to find the words.
"Pity," Eddie finished for her, "She doesn't want to be treated like a stray. And Joyce is a sweetheart, sure, but that’s definitely up her alley."
"And I won’t be here forever,” Max insisted, earnestly looking at Lucas, “Just until college starts, and then I’ll be in the dorms, like we planned."
“But…this is our last year together,” El was tearing up, which was enough to get the whole room to follow suit.
Max hugged her, apologetic but still firm, “I know, and I’m sorry El, really. I just…I don’t want to be in that town anymore. Not after everything. But I’ll call everyday! And write letters too, whatever you want.”
She sniffled, “Everyday?”
“Everyday.”
“And you can all come here to visit her, whenever you want,” Steve added, “Spring break, weekends, whenever.”
The offer was enough to calm them all down, even if there was a sad little air around them their whole visit. They all held Steve on his word though, and Eddie spent the next nine months eventually getting used to finding a gaggle of kids hanging around his apartment every other weekend, but they made it work.
Max missed them all the time, anyone could see that, but she still found a way to enjoy her new life. The adjustment from one absentee parent, to four obsessive ones was oddly smooth. Max was an intensely good kid underneath all that snark, smart as hell too. Eddie had been worried about her getting bored, separated from all the other rugrats, but she was adjustable. It helped when they bought her a guitar for her birthday, a new hobby with a built-in teacher to fill the time between studying, skateboarding, and hogging the phone.
Both he and Steve cried like the emotional idiots they were when they helped her move into her dorm later that year, but they couldn’t help it, the joke of them being parents had just solidified into a reality.
They probably embarrassed her to hell and back during the move, but she never let it show, shedding a few tears herself when the last box was brought up.
She hugged them both on the way out, asking “The good couch is still mine when I spend the night right?”
Steve wiped at his eyes while Eddie ruffled her hair, saying in unison, “Always.”
#future fic#steddie ficlet#steddie fic#Eddie would be a good dad okay#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve is already a good dad this can work#does this work#im getting creative with my scene stealing here#living the unknown dream#max mayfeild#the party#steddie#drabble#the fruity four live in boston and half the kids obvs followed them#tw homophobia#stranger things
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This au has been burning a hole in my brain
#st fanart#stranger things 4#steve harrington#steve harrington fanart#click for higher quality#digital art#max stranger things#max mayfield#max mayfield fanart#Max mayfeild#Max mayfeild fanart#steve Harrington and max mayfeild#the last of us#TLOU#TLOU fusion#stranger things#stranger things alternate universe
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I think we can all agree Lucas has by far the most riz out of the party. Like this man could pull all the bitches. And every pairing that involves Lucas is just a absolutely iconic ship.
Lumax? Hell freaking yeah, gotta be one of the top mf ships of the decade! They are so absolutely precious!
El x Lucas? Give me more right now. The rival/enemy to friend to lovers autism girlfriend and ADHD boyfriend energy these two can have. I think that self acceptance is something the two of them need.
Elumax? Yes yes yes. My absolute favorite stranger things ship and definitely one of my top otps of all time. These bitches all deserve each other. Lucas and El find a shoulder in each other during max coma, help destroy vecna and save max, while falling inlove with each other in the process. The absolute bi4bi4bi energy that radiates from these beautiful people.
Wheelclair? Absolutely, are you telling me Michel 'boy lover' Wheeler didn't have an giant ass crush on Lucas in middle school? I think Mike was Lucas's first kiss.
Byclair? Yes! Only one of the og party continued to search for Will after meeting El, and not trying to piss of the bylers here, but it wasn't Michel Wheeler. This is an absolute soft cutesy boyfriends ship, the artist and the jock who are both nerds with a heart of gold.
Bywheelclair? yes definitely absolutely. Lucas deserves two boyfriends, this is a power throuple in the making, the chemistry and cutest nerdyness levels are off the charts
Dustin x Lucas? Qpr goals
Name a more rizzed up character? I'll wait
I just love this man with my whole chest and i need people to understand, because this fandom doesn't show enough love to my boy!
#Lucas Sinclair#lucas sinclair supremacy#lucas stranger things#elmax#elumax#byler#stranger things#byclair#bywheelclair#wheelchair#Dustin x Lucas#Qpr#eleven#el hopper#will byers#mike wheeler#max mayfeild#max x lucas#bi max mayfield#bi lucas sinclair#bi wife energy#St
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willel and madwheeler are like the same thing but in opposite directions do you get me
#platonic madwheeler and willel obviously#two sides of the same coin yknow#they are like siblings your honor#platonic madwheeler#platonic willel#byler#will byers#mike wheeler#elmax#jane el hopper#max mayfeild#stranger things#stranger things owns me rn
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Domestic Bliss
pairing: Phil Callahan x Reader
word count: 489
warnings: fluff, absolutely none pls enjoy
authors note: creaming over the thought of him as a dad fr, this is super short and sweet, something to get my creative juices flowing again!! anything for phil loml callahan.
@marjorieisreading a year later but i though of your previous request when i wrote this <3
The telltale turn of the doorknob was silent as Phil got home from his late shift. It turns out that your wife having a baby wont buy you much family time when the station was still restructuring after Hopp’s disappearance. Phil had quickly learned to be silent on nights like these, not wanting to risk waking a baby.
It was with a heavy, almost leaden heart that Phil resumed his shifts two weeks after the birth of your daughter. You had assured him that all would well and that you could handle a baby, your baby. He practically wept his first morning back, truly wishing he could stay home longer, but you reassured him that he was still taking care of both of you by going to work.
You never said that you wouldn’t be truly and entirely exhausted however. Phil careened straight to the nursery where he found both of his girls sleeping in the rocking chair, illuminated only by the plug-in nightlight. His heart melted on the spot. Before deciding to scoop Nadine up, he snagged the point and shoot camera from the kitchen to capture this moment.
The flash startled him, but didn’t wake either of the sleeping ladies. Carefully, he set the camera down on the dresser before moving Nadine to the crib, only stirring her a little. Her coos silenced soon after being set down, so Phil felt comfortable enough to help move his sleeping wife.
Your silent groans turned into small vocalizations. “Phil?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Phil’s voice was soft. “It’s me, baby, let's get you to bed, hm?” You didn’t open your eyes to respond, letting Phils arms come up under yours.
“-nd Nadine?” You spoke questioningly.
“Fast asleep, sweetheart.” Phil kissed your head and quickly lifted you so you could wrap your legs around his waist.
With a little ‘hup,’ Phil carried you into your shared bedroom, your head laying on his shoulder with your hair draping down. Gently he tucked you in, repeating his actions just two minutes prior, instead with a grown woman.
The next morning, you woke later than her new norm. Sunlight filtered in through the blinds, and the house was silent, aside from the delicious cacophony emanating from the kitchen. The droning sound and aroma of sizzling bacon flooded your senses, all but ripping a moan of hazy excitement from you. As you shuffled closer to the kitchen, you could hear Phil humming away, and speaking in a small lilted voice to your daughter.
They were beautiful, practically best friends already. The sun lit up the kitchen, and in turn, Phil, in the most delightful way. In one arm, Nadine rested her head on his shoulder, chewing on her hand, and the other arm reached out to flip a piece of bacon with a fork. Illuminated by the sun, his dark curls were unbrushed, and a glowing hue of chestnut.
He wasn't even wearing his glasses yet.
#stranger things#phil callahan#stranger things x reader#phil callahan x reader#officer callahan x reader#officer callahan#stranger things smut#phil callahan smut#phil callahan x reader smut#stranger things x reader smut#jim hopper#will byers#mike wheeler#nancy wheeler#dustin henderson#steve harrington#lucas sinclair#max mayfeild#billy hargrove#eleven#jane hopper#vecna#001#dad phil#phil loml callahan#🍒 anon
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🍂🎃✨its their spooky season✨🎃🍂
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hawkins crew textposts
#stranger things incorrect quotes#stranger things#incorrect quotes#max mayfeild#lucas sinclair#eddie munson#steve harrington#dustin henderson#nancy wheeler#erica sinclair#robin buckley#steddie#ronance#stranger things textposts#stranger things 4#st4
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The look she gave Will, she knows
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Steve: I raised 6 perfectly functional children.
Robin: oh you have another 6 children I don't know about?
#stranger things#steve harrington#Robin Buckley#steve harrington is a mom#stranger things season four#the fruity four#dustin henderson#lucas sinclair#max mayfeild#mike wheeler#eleven hopper#jane hopper#will byers#erica sinclair#eddiemunson#steddie#byler#elmax#elumax
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Despite the fact that he had been spending the past three years intermediately dealing with the supernatural, Lucas had to admit, his life was going pretty damn good. Like okay. Yes, he almost certainly had a case of PTSD going on from all the demons and monsters he’d been forced to encounter, and the murders he’d unfortunately witnessed.
But like, besides that, his first year of highschool was kind of awesome? He made it on the basketball team, varsity, despite being a freshman. Something that hadn’t happened since Steve was in school. And yeah, maybe he was a benchwarmer in a way Steve hadn’t been, but whatever. He was still on the team!
Max freaking Mayfield was somehow still his girlfriend, a miracle in and of itself considering all of the insane shit she’d gone through. He was, for literally the first time in his life actually within the popular crowd, or at least popularish, all while not having to give up any of the silly, nerdy things that used to make him a target in the first place. And okay, maybe he wasn’t expressly advertising the full extent of his obsession with Hellfire with his teammates, but whatever. What they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them. Besides, his best friends would always come first, even if they were all really annoying about his new interest in sports.
Everyone except Steve, who was the only one outside of his dad who was actually proud of him for pursuing something new. And that wasn’t even mentioning how the guy had taken the time to practice with him every weekend for months in preparation for try-outs. And he knew so freaking much. That was one perk of having a head basketball coach that had been around for twenty years, the alumni were definitely able to teach you all their plays. Lucas could nearly read the head coach’s mind by the time the official season rolled around, all thanks to Steve.
Steve who, in Lucas’ humble opinion, did not get enough credit for being their coolest friend. Yeah Eddie was great, more than great, he was awesome but… Lucas couldn’t help but think that it was Eddie who was lucky to have Steve, not the other way around. He loved both of them to death, but it was Steve who got his ass handed to him by Billy Hargrove to keep Lucas safe and who fought demodogs with nothing but a bat. All in the same day. It was Steve who helped to keep his dumbass sister alive when she thought it was a good idea to get involved with the Upside Down shit, and who hit a possessed racist with a stolen car right before he almost killed them all.
Lucas thought he was badass, even if he kind of acted like a lame, overprotective dad half the time. Steve had earned the paranoia when it came to their safety, especially since he was one of the only reasons he and all of his friends were even alive.
He was just… cool. And probably none of his friends would agree with him on this, but he was kind of… suave? With the hair and the cool car and the no-fucks-given attitude. And yeah, maybe working at a video store in a silly little vest while living in his boyfriend’s lap didn’t exactly match the image, but whatever. Steve would always be cool to him, even if the rest of the world couldn’t see it.
He would be the coolest person he knew if he wasn’t aware of a literal superhero and his own super, awesome girlfriend. But he was a solid third place. Max, El, then Steve. And maybe it was a little insane to put Max above the girl with superpowers, but hey, she’d earned it. And he was horribly biased, but sue him. Not many people could roll with the punches in the way that girl could. Or be that funny while going through such a few hellish years.
Lucas was just happy that she lived near Eddie and Steve, especially since her mom’s embarrassing mental breakdown. He kind of hated the woman for making Max’s life more difficult than it already was, but he kept that one to himself. It wouldn’t help anything but God, did he wish that she could get it the fuck together for once in her damn life.
Even with her shitty mom, Max was never alone, not if Lucas could help it. Though things had been pretty rough for a second there. She had dumped him pretty soon after Billy had passed away, not that he minded. Lucas was willing to go through their stupid cycle of breaking up and getting back together for the rest of his life if it meant being with her. But that last time had felt too… real for his liking. Not because of anything he did, but just from the fact she couldn’t handle having a boyfriend, her mother’s marriage falling apart, and the guilt from her step brother dying all in one go.
Though eventually she did reach back out and they at least got to stay friends. A friendship that didn’t last long. He had really tried not to let his feelings get in the way of being there for her, but the love he had was too obvious to be ignored forever. He was just lucky as fuck that she still felt the same way. And Lucas hadn’t been messing around when it came to his second chance. His dorky side had definitely come in handy for his overnight transformation into the best boyfriend ever. He forced Eddie and his own mom to give him some cooking lessons. Because if Max’s shitty parent couldn’t provide what she needed, then fuck it. Lucas would. And the smile she would give him every time he’d bring her a homemade lunch or dinner was so worth Erica making fun of him for being whipped. He was even taking notes on all of the successful relationships he knew, going as far as interviewing his own parents and Steve and Eddie like the little weirdo he was. But all tips were necessary for him not to mess this up.
And it did help. He got her to open up, slowly but surely. He got the chance to actually be there for her, and that’s all he really wanted. And it had been so freaking worth it. She was smiling again, laughing and being herself despite the crappy circumstances surrounding her life. And outside of Steve and his dad, she was the only one who actually gave a shit about his basketball games. She was always at every one of them with no complaints, despite the fact that he knew it wasn’t her thing. She would even get mad at the others for not taking it seriously on his behalf, and she had forced Dustin and Mike to start going through intimidation alone.
She was always able to say the quiet part loud, a talent that was definitely a godsend for his current situation.
Lucas had a lot of patience. It was something he prided himself on, something that took years to cultivate. But he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t pissed that his friends weren’t even considering rescheduling Hellfire to go to the championship game, even if he was having a hard time specifically saying it.
Max did not have that same problem.
“You’re telling me you can’t stand up to Eddie Munson of all people?” Max asked, hands on her hip in a certified Steve stance as she stared his best friends down, “Are you freaking kidding me right now?”
Lucas didn’t know why having your girlfriend fight your battles for you was considered emasculating. From his point of view it was pretty awesome, especially with how scared Dustin and Mike were looking.
“He can be intimidating when he wants to be!” Dustin tried, cringing at the way Max glared at him.
“The guy who cried at Splash is intimidating to you?” She asked, incredulous, “That guy? Fucking really?”
They both shrugged, but at least they had the grace to look a little guilty now. But Max still wasn’t having it, “You know what? I don’t even know why I’m asking you guys. Move.”
She barreled past them, not even looking back to see if she was being followed. She was; all three of them were too invested to see where she was going with this. She went straight to a pay phone, dialing the number while mumbling rude comments under her breath.
She was so freaking cool. Had Lucas mentioned that he loved her?
She perked up when the call was answered, sighing into the phone, “Steve? I need a favor.”
from the latest chapter of this fic
#steddie#steddie fic#lucas sinclair#lumax#stranger things#the universe trapped in your skin#the last of the four!#you'll pry my insanely long posts out of my cold dead hands#max mayfeild
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Some believed that there were invisible strings that tied you to your soulmate no matter where they were in the world. No matter what, you would find your soulmate at some point in your life, and fall in love. No one really believed this theory, until there were enough reports of enough people seeing them. The only catch you could only see your strings when your soulmate died.
Steve didn't believe in them though, he thought it was dumb. After all of his failed dates and relationships, it was easier to believe that soulmates just weren't real. That way he wouldn't get excited when he started dating someone new, and less hurt when it came to an end.
"Maybe you just haven't found the right person yet," Robin would say, secretly hoping that she would find the person on the other end of the string. But Steve still thought it was better to just stop believing.
That was until he saw the strings for the first time. At first, it was so fast that he barely even noticed it. Just a small string of red that showed up on Robin's finger as he helped her down the Creel House stairs. He didn't think anything of it really, until it happened again.
When he, Nancy, and Robin were walking back to the trailer, he saw the strings again, just for a flash. A short red string connects Robin and Nancy's pinkies. Looking down just in time, he saw his own red string tied around his right pinky, severed, before it disappeared again.
Fear built in Steve's chest. He thought he was crazy, that this was just some upside down hallucination. But he can't get rid of the feeling that this is real, that his soulmate is dying before he can ever get the chance to love them.
When the three of them find Dustin crying over Eddie's body, Steve forgets all of it for a moment. Just worrying about getting Eddie out, and keeping him alive.
They get him to a hospital right before he flatlines. Eddie is rushed to the emergency room as soon as he is resuscitated, but not before Steve is met with a sea of red.
String tangled and stretched all over the hospital. Tying themself to people in the waiting rooms, their strings running down the hallways and through the doors. The doctor's red strings leave the hospital doors, making their way down the street. But Steve's is left severed again.
He doesn't see the strings for another hour until he does for a full two minutes. Looking down at the severed string on his finger, he can't help but think that he'll see this string forever. That he spent so long believing that soulmates weren't real, he didn't even notice that he found it.
Glancing over at Robin, he sees her string cross the room to where Nancy is sitting with Lucas in Dustin. Lucas's runs down the hall to where Max is, and Dustin's goes to what Steve can only think is Utah.
Within the blink of an eye, the strings disappear again and stay that way, leaving Steve with the knowledge that soulmate's are real, and his is alive.
if anyone wants to do anything thing with this, be my guest. might do a longer version of this myself, but lord knows when I'll have time to do so.
#steddie#steddie ficlet#steddie fic idea#steve harrington#eddie munson#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#mentioned ronance#mention lumax#lucas sinclair#dustin henderson#max mayfeild#invisible string theory#soulmates au
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jonathan byers did NOT spend three seasons as the school freak with a shitty dad, who listens to music constantly, takes care of kids, and is about being who you are, not who others want you to be, for y’all to be obsessed with Eddie instead after one season
#stranger things#jonathan byers#steve harrington#eddie munson#nancy wheeler#robin buckly#argyle#will byers#mike wheeler#lucas sinclair#el hopper#max mayfeild#erica sinclair#dustin henderson#joyce byers#jim hopper#murray bauman#st4#stranger things season four
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I can't stop thinking about how Max was the first person who genuinely loved El unconditionally, without any kind of guilt or trauma that solidified their bond.
Because Hopper sold her out in order to save Will and Mike used her to save Will so of course they have guilt about that. Pretty much everyone used her before they started being kind to her but Max was different.
Max wanted to be El's friend before they even met. And after El brushed her off by ignoring her in s2 and consistently running off to make out with Mike (I assume), without hesitation she dropped whatever to hang out with El. Literally made her needs a priority, and did whatever fun things they could think of together. Trying to get to know El, help her know herself. It doesn't feel like anyone else really did that. Didn't try to lock her away, wanted her to be free. Truly free.
"you have superpowers" acknowledging that they were a part of her, not her entire being, not putting her up on a pedestal. Not trying to "protect" her from the world because her powers would make the bad men find her and take her away but for the very first time brought it to El's attention that her powers would protect her not condemn her.
Max was the first person who essentially tried to embrace El for everything she was or could be without holding her back in any way whatsoever.
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eddie: what if we told the kids that we were dating?
steve: what?
eddie: imagine dustin's face
steve:
eddie: you know you want to. it's not like we're actually dating.
steve: fine.
[later]
steve: we have something to tell you, guys.
dustin: what, steve?
steve: go ahead, munson. you wanted to do this so bad
eddie: we're dating.
dustin: okay? we already knew this?
steve: what-
max: it's obvious. the constant flirting-
lucas: you guys ditching us to hang out
mike: c'mon, you guys have been dating for like almost a year. did you really think we wouldn't find out?
will: congrats on finally telling us.
el: we figured it out.
steve: w-what?
eddie: that didn't go how i planned
dustin: im surprised i haven't seen you guys kiss yet. we obviously support you, if that's what you're afraid of
steve: no, that... no.
eddie: um
max: 'um'? what? what is so important?
eddie: it was a joke.
mike: yeah, ok.
eddie: im serious.
will: we already know guys. it's okay.
steve: we... flirt?
el: yes.
dustin: it's constant, and annoying.
eddie: this is great. amazing.
steve: no, we aren't.. are we?
eddie: are we?
max: god, get a room.
dustin: are you what?
steve: if you want-
eddie: yes.
steve: oh. okay. wow.
eddie: so, that just happened.
#steve harrington#steddie#stranger things#eddie munson#steve x eddie#steveddie#steddie incorrect quotes#stranger things incorrect quotes#mike wheeler#el hopper#will byers#max mayfeild#lucas sinclair#dustin henderson#dustin and his dads#i
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