Bully stans DNI (I don't even want to say his name). Just block me, unfollow me. I don't want to hear your propaganda bs about how you are in love with a fictional racist.
There are some people out there who don't like Steddie because some people ship them with Bully. Honestly, Bully stans shouldn't be able to interact with this tag. But maybe if there were more fics where Eddie and Steve talk shit about him, talk about how much they hate him. Maybe they get together because they hate him. I just hate that there are some people who hate Steddie for that. Not all of us are like that, and there are a lot of us who hate people who ship Steddie with that racist, child abusing attempted murderer. Let's face it, that asshole was trying to kill Steve, and he probably would have if Max hadn't intervened. Eddie is all about lost sheep, about taking lost kids into his fold. . . He would absolutely hate that vile dickbag for hurting kids. They only time that I would want him to come back is so they can kill him again. Fuck that guy. Goddamn. Lucas, Max, and Steve deserve better in this goddamn fandom. I swear. God, they're also shipping him with Chrissy, too. Yeah, she deserves better, too. Sorry, it's that time of year again where I clear out any Bully stans that are following me. Hopefully, there's none.
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Ok so I wrote something that's too short to go on Ao3 so I'm putting it here. It's not Byler but it's Max Mayfield getting the real big brother she deserves in Steve Harrington with a sliver of Lumax. Hope y'all enjoy!!
"My what?"
It's a testament to how far downhill his life has gone in the last few weeks that Steve Harrington doesn't even question the presence of Max Mayfield sitting on the front of his car as he exits Melvalds. She lazes easily over the hood, her trademark skateboard trapped under her scuffed shoes and she scowls at him as if *he's* the weird one. He doesn't even blink.
After nearly dying underground nearly two months back, Steve has spent more time with the band of brats known previously as his (ex) girlfriend's little brother's friends than his own parents. But that's really not saying something. Dustin Henderson, who'd stuck to Steve from day one like an overaffectionate leech, fondly claimed it was a mutual adoption while Steve privately thought of it as voluntary kidnapping.
So Steve isn't startled by Mayfield's overall appearance as he is by the fact that she's alone. And apparently in need of borrowing his kitchen.
"Why?"
Mayfield glares at him with a level of disdain that only thirteen year olds can manage. It nearly chills Steve to his bones but stops somewhere around his muscles instead.
"You don't need to know," she snipes.
God, Steve would like to think that he wasn't nearly this bad as a thirteen year old but he had been a foot shorter than he was currently and had an ego twice the size of his hair. Yeah, he was probably worse. He doesn't say any of this to Mayfield but rather raises an eyebrow and snorts, "It's my house, of course I need to know."
She's silent for a moment before she ducks her head and mumbles something so quietly Steve could mistake it for the wind.
"Excuse me?"
"I said it's for a date with Lucas," she repeats, cheeks burning redder than her hair. "I need a kitchen because he likes to bake and I can't use my own for obvious reasons and I don't want to use his because I want to do something for him for once and Dustin said your parents are never home so you were the solution."
She speaks like somebody's going to cut her head off if she doesn't finish within thirty seconds and Steve is left reeling, his brain slowly absorbing the words she's said.
He's silent for too long though because Mayfield immediately begins backpedalling as her walls rocket up.
"Never mind, it's a stupid idea. I'll just take him skateboarding like I usually do. It's fine." She hops off his car and swivels her board upright.
"Hey, hey, hey."
Steve scrambles to stop her, gently pulling on her sweater before she's halfway down the street.
"Of course you can use my kitchen," he says before he can really think about it. "What are you guys baking?"
"Brownies," she mutters, a smile creeping back onto her face like a frightened animal. "They're his favourite."
Her hesitancy makes Steve's heart ache. Not for the first time and not even for the hundredth this year, Steve hates Billy Hargrove.
"Well then, it's a good thing you're using my kitchen. Best damn one in the country!"
She raises her eyebrow and Steve knows snarky, fiery Max Mayfield is back. He grins back at her.
"Do you have all the ingredients?"
She suddenly looks shifty and the little voice at the back of Steve's head that makes most of his bad decisions raises it's head.
"About that... can I borrow your wallet too?"
Steve stares at Mayfield, a tiny firecracker in both appearance and personality, with her taped up board and freckled face and he sighs. Maybe the bad decisions were the best ones long term.
"You're twisting my arm here, Mayfield, you know that?" he says as he pulls out a crisp ten from his pocket and makes his way to the driving seat. "Well? Aren't you coming? The grocery store is on the other side of town and we're losing daylight!"
Mayfield blinks and then she's smiling too and shoving her skateboard into his trunk and Steve feels a bit better about the whole kidnapping thing.
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Literally me when max fell into Lucas's arms and couldn't see and said "I don't want to die im not ready" got me on the floor crying, and making me want to die insted of her
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