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starsarefire824 · 1 year
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The Pinky Promise
 Mike and Max had hung out alone a grand total of three times after they divulged secrets under a stairwell on that snowy day after Thanksgiving, before she looked at him one time and said, “We gotta do it.”
It was Spring at that point, and though Mike would never consider them best friends or anything, their relationship was just different after that. Of course, she still annoyed the shit out of him and they still bickered constantly, same as before. The Party was always rolling their eyes and collectively groaning as they usually kept the group from whatever activity they were late for because the two of them could never agree on anything.
 But—-something had changed between them. Sometimes Max’s eyes would soften and she’d smile at him from across the hall, or she’d seek him out to be partners in class instead of running to the opposite side of the room in search of anyone but him. Sometimes Mike would bring her the cookie from his lunch cause he knew she didn't have extra money for one all the time. Sometimes, when their English classes met up in the library, they'd sneak off to the corner and sit on the floor with her headphones between them and read comics they tucked into their binders.  
 And so, on three separate occasions—-they hung out alone outside of school, willingly and on purpose.
 This particular day—-a rainy Saturday around his birthday in April—-Will and El were sick and everyone else was busy and he was so fucking bored (Nancy wasn’t even home to harass anymore) he wanted to scream. If he had to help his dad with one more inane chore he was going to kill himself. So Mike had radioed her on the off chance she’d have it turned on.
 “I have exactly eight dollars and fifty cents,” he announced loudly over the airwaves.
Chapter 3: The Pinky Promise. X (read me here)
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bylertruth3r · 24 days
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Headcanon: Lucas had a crush on Will when he was younger (in middle school) and he's bisexual, Max is in love with Lucas and El (El is a sapphic) and she's bisexual, they're in a polycule <33
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uris-stanley · 2 years
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the party polycule (lucas got bitches)
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Dustin: Motherfuck-,I have to go install this. Lucas, you're in charge here!
Lucas: FINALLY!
El: YEY! *highfives with Lucas*
Dustin:
Dustin, whispering to Max: Don't have to tell you that you're secretly in charge, right?
Max, sighting: obviously.
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bowiebond · 2 years
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Power Rangers AU
(Kids Edition)
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Lucas Sinclair | The Red Power Ranger | Leadership & Bravery
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Dustin Henderson | The Blue Power Ranger | Loyalty & Intelligence
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Max Mayfield | The Yellow Power Ranger | Courage & Spirit
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Eleven Hopper | The Pink Power Ranger | Kindness & Power
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Mike Wheeler | The Black Power Ranger | Strength & Protection
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Will Byers | The Green Power Ranger | Wisdom and Heart
“They entrusted us with this power. We have to do our best to work not just as a party, but a team.”
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“I can’t imagine my life without you guys. I want us to be like this forever. When we do pass on the mantel…let’s never forget each other, okay? Ever.”
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evanbucklcys · 2 years
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max has two hands, one for holding el’s hand and one for holding lucas’s. lucas is also holding dustin’s hand with his other hand.
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ymdslf · 2 years
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it’s true they told me personally
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thesapphicsoldier · 11 months
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Alright here’s the last round of the ship polls
Here are the descriptions for the ships since I know poly ships aren’t very known:
Elumax: Lucas, El, and Max. Most people that ship this are fans of both lumax and elmax so they combined them together. Wether or not Lucas and El are dating depends on the shipper, but Max is always dating El and Lucas.
The sapphic senate: like the name suggests, this is a big sapphic polycule. It normally contains Robin, Nancy, Chrissy, and Vickie— but sometimes Barb and other female characters will be added to the mix. I’m pretty sure it was created as a combination of ronance, rockie, and buckingham, but many people that ship it make them all date each other.
The partycule: basically everyone in the party dating each other. Well not everyone, but it’s sort of a “this is my boyfriend Will, and his boyfriend Mike, and Mike’s girlfriend El-“ type of thing.
Teens: basically all of the older teens dating each other. I’ve only seen this ship like once but I’m sure there’s a decent amount of people who like it. It’s a combination of steddie, ronance, stancy, jancy, etc.
Stoncy: Jonathon, Nancy, and Steve. Why have a love triangle when you can just be poly right? A mix of jancy, stancy, and stonathon. There might be times where stonathon gets taken out, idk I haven’t seen a lot of this ship.
Willelmike: this one’s pretty self explanatory. I haven’t personally seen anyone ship this but I know that it exists. It’s for people that like both mileven and byler. Will and El aren’t dating though, or at least I hope they aren’t.
Bywheelclair: Will, Mike, and Lucas. Byler + byclair + wheelclair, basically.
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shreya11111 · 2 years
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Thoughts on the ship of Max x Lucas and Max x El in a polycule where Lucas and El aren't dating eachother?
oh my god! i love elumax so much!! it's like combining best of both worlds: lumax and elmax. both are such amazing ships omg.
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starsarefire824 · 1 year
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WIP Wednesday
Snippet from Ch. 14 of The Pact: The Apology
Now, he’s standing in her driveway like an idiot, jumpy and hungover and twisting his mouth trying to figure out the right thing to say to Max. Mike taps his hands along his thighs like a drum and breathes out as he stomps towards her front porch, hesitating for only a second before knocking on the door. There’s nothing but silence in return, and so he waits for a beat before knocking again.
“Max?” he calls lightly and knocks again. Nothing.
 He whispers her name again before jumping off the stairs and heading over towards her window. He’s blanketed in the morning shade, and the dew that’s settled along the bushes wets his arm and the sleeve of the new purple tshirt as he brushes by them and he shivers. He makes his way closer to her window and walks through a spider web. It tickles his face and gets in his mouth. He spits angrily and swipes it away from his eyes. “God dammit!” he curses, twirling around anxiously and shaking his hands to get it off his fingers. His cheeks burn and he glances quickly up and down the road. A few trailers away, he sees a figure. A woman, he thinks, guessing from the pink slippers that are spotlighted by a band of sunshine. They sit on their porch in a plastic chair. The gentle embers of a cigarette periodically glow in the dim light, smoke billowing out into the morning mist. 
Mike bites his lip and chooses to ignore that the person is there, more than likely watching this entire fiasco. 
“Max!” he says a little louder, picking up a small rock and throwing it at her bedroom window. Again, there is now answer. 
“Jesus Christ, Max!” he whispers grumpily before leaning awkwardly beneath the bush that lives under her window and jumps up twice, giving the glass two loud bangs. Too loud. 
He reels back when the window is suddenly slid open in a violent fit of motion. 
Max appears in the open window, her hair frizzy and flowing in wild tendrils around her head. 
“What do you want!” she growls at him, rubbing her eye and her lip turned up into a scowl. “I was ASLEEP! Finally—-” 
Mike flinches at her viperous expression and shrugs his shoulders, any greeting he might offer stuck in his throat. She slams the window shut and disappears, and Mike’s shoulders collapse. He stares at his shoes before scuffing one along the dry patch of dirt roughly, a stone bouncing off the toe of his boot and flying lightning fast towards the trailer, clanking loudly against the metal beneath the bushes. 
He huffs and whispers an agitated “Fuck!” but just as he turns to head back towards Dustin’s bike, he hears the front door fly open and his name falling angrily out of Max’s mouth. 
“Mike!” she hisses. “What the fuck are you doing! It’s five in the fucking morning!” 
Mike turns quickly and hops up the stairs, jumping before her. She bends her neck to look up at him, extra short in her bare feet. She’s leering at him with a pinched expression and her brows drawn together in a deep crease. Her eyes blaze hot with agitation and he can tell by her grip on the door that she’s three seconds from slamming it in his face. 
“I couldn’t sleep!” Mike breathes, his large hands flying out anxiously. Max huffs, letting go of the door and crossing her arms over her chest. She leans heavily on one hip and glares up at him. 
“I—I just wanted to say I’m sorry.” he chokes out, rushing and the syllables running together. He blinks heavily at how stupid he sounds. “I know I’m an idiot. But look—I won’t do it again, okay? I promise.”
Max rolls her eyes at him, but her sleep swollen lips turn down into a sorrowful frown. She sighs and immediately turns around and wanders back down the hallway with a slight limp, her leg obviously still stiff after waking up. But she hasn’t slammed the door in his face after all. She’s left it open.
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bylertruth3r · 3 months
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them making Elumax canon would be everything because the "you touch her again and i will kill you again" was so romantic? and Max is the person who made El realize that to figure out what you like you have to try things (which was so queercoded) and she was the happiest with her and let's talk about El's queercoding because her calling women pretty (like Nancy in s1 and B*lly's mom in s3) was crazy and the first time she saw couples was on tv which were all straight so she probably thought that's what she was supposed to be and that's who she was supposed to like (so she might be pansexual? a lesbian? idk but she's obviously a sapphic) and Max saying "there's more to life than stupid boys" makes me think she's bisexual because Will got "a day free of girls" because he's gay and Mike got "boys only" because he's gay. plus Millie said that at the end of s4 El realized she's her own superhero and that in s5 she will realize who she is without Mike (probably after the break up)
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and the fact that originally in the script she was the one who was supposed to hold Max in her arms?
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elmax art here
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11-6-1983 · 2 years
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why fight about lumax and elmax when we could have a el/max/lucas polycule
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Conversation
Max, sighing: You deserve a reward for putting up with me.
El, smiling: You are my reward.
[Few minutes later]
Lucas, hoping for a sweet moment: You deserve a reward for putting up with me.
Max: True, you can be a real asshole sometimes. Good that you're funny and I like you.
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starsarefire824 · 1 year
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Nancy’s brows go together when she sees her brother’s face. “Mike?” she asks and takes a step towards the foyer.
“Not now!” he screeches at her, before opening the closet door and shoving Max inside. She’s surprised to find that it’s a walk-in closet, like a little tiny room with shelves and hangers stuffed with shoes and coats. Max absently wonders what it’s like to be able to afford to have multiple coats and shoes.
“Mike what the fuck are you doing?” She asks grumpily, and then Mike is turning her around, gripping her tightly by two shoulders and pushing her against the wall. Her head spins a little in the dim light and she realizes that Gareth’s liquor has officially kicked in.
Mike’s face is mere inches from hers and she squirms under his grip, but then pauses when she sees his expression. His brow is turned up nervously and his eyes are wide. “Max,” Her name is breathless and anxious on his lips. He smells like musk and the clean cotton scent of whatever bar of soap he uses.
“I am freaking out!” he says, squeezing her shoulders a little more in his grip. “Like completely freaking out!!”
He presses his lips into a tight line and stares at her like she’s supposed to have some sort of solution for him. How the hell is she supposed to do that when she herself has barely made it twenty minutes into this party?
Mike spins around, gesturing wildly with his hands as he talks to the dark. “Will is just…out there, and he’s gonna be like—swimming— in a bathing suit —and I already screwed up because I completely forgot my bathing suit, so that ideas out. And like—what if I can’t get him alone? What if I finally say something and he like– rejects me ?” Mike turns back around at her then, taking hold of her shoulders anew. His eyes search hers wildly. “ Then he’ll know. He’ll know that I’m a queer and what if he tells everyone?”
Every one of Max’s nerve endings is singed and her mind is racing and Mike will not shut up and he’s starting to make her freak out!
Enough !
Max shrugs his hands off of her and swipes her hand across Mike’s cheek in a swift slap. It’s not too hard, but enough to get his attention. “Mike!” she scream-whispers. “Will you fucking stop! I am going to lose my shit!”
As if she’s brought him out of a trance Mike suddenly slackens and sighs. “Oh my God, you’re right. I’m so sorry.” He brushes his hair out of his face and frowns.
Max tentatively rubs the muscle of his arm in what she hopes is comforting. “Hey,” she says, softer. “It’s going to be fine. You somehow keep forgetting that you guys are like, best friends?! Even if it doesn’t go the way you want, you really think that Will would say shit to anyone?” She crosses her arms and looks up at him like a parent giving a lecture.
“Since when has Will ever spilled one of his friend’s secrets? I mean—he physically cannot lie—he gets all wiggly and weird—and he knows what it’s like to be different and bullied. Just like you. Why would he spread something around that will just make your life harder? I don't even think Will would do that to someone he hated. Besides—-you also keep forgetting the fact that Will has literally never had a girlfriend or even the hint of a girlfriend and generally looks at you like you can walk on water or something.”
She makes a face. “ It’s actually disgusting. ”
Max’s heart clenches happily when she sees the slight tug on the corner of Mike’s lips. He smiles gently. Thank God.
Mike nods. “No, you’re totally right.” The coiled tension he’d been holding tight in his shoulders releases, and the closet suddenly feels way less claustrophobic.
“I’m always right,” she says matter-of-factly. That makes Mike grin, dark eyes shining with relief and thanks. “Yeah,” he says, rolling his eyes. “I am starting to realize that.”
They stand there for a long minute, both settling their hearts back to a normal pace, and then Mike looks up at her. “Drink?” he asks, eyebrows raised up in question.
Max nods. “Definitely.”
They sneak out of the closet and saunter into the very large, state of the art kitchen, where it’s really crowded and kids are packed around where food and drinks are laid out. Nancy and Steve catch sight of them again, Jonathan having disappeared off into the masses. Nancy looks at her brother and then at Max, her expression peculiar.
“What were you guys doing?”
Mike shrugs casually, but his voice is too high when he answers. “Nothing. Just conspiring.”
Steve looks at Nancy, now also very confused. “Conspiring for what?”
And nosy apparently.
Mike’s face pinches in annoyance. He squints at them. “World Domination. What the fuck , why do you care ?”
Before Nancy and Mike can get into it Max speaks up. “We’re just in need of a drink.”
Steve gestures to the corner counter by the fridge where there are bottles and bottles of all different kinds of cheap liquor and wine.
“Be my guest,” he says, his tone slightly annoyed. God, she just wishes Mike could go in a room for once in his life and not piss someone off. She shoots him a nasty glare like a five year old, then smiles at Nancy and Steve.
“Thank you!” she chirps politely, grabbing a fistful of Mike’s stupid white t-shirt and pulling him violently behind her. He could have put a little more effort into his appearance, Jesus.
They arrive at the makeshift bar and mix themselves drinks. She takes a long sip of hers, a lot of clear liquor but a little extra sweet to make it go down easier. She holds her glass up to him.
“Stick to the plan,” she toasts.
Mike cheers back and smiles warily as if he’s just agreed to go off to war or something. “Stick to the plan.”
Chapter 4: the party (Part 1) of The Pact
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