#nail max magazine

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I will never not be OBSESSED with the Famous trope + Found Family trope with the Party 😭 The headlines would be so chaotic? Like:

Famous Rockstar Eddie Munson is seen eating lunch with two time Pulitzer winner Nancy Wheeler, Highest Paid Photographer Jonathan Byers and Successful Entrepreneur Argyle Alvez. How does he know these people???

Three time Grammy Winner Eddie Munson seen in a McDonald's with World Renowned Astronaut Dustin Henderson and New York Times Best Seller Will Byers-Wheeler and Mike Byers-Wheeler. What the actual fuck???

Eddie Munson, seen in a Chicago Bulls game looking confused as hell, mere seconds after finding out his second album just went Multi-platinum, with his husband, Steve Munson. Also seen in pictures, Eddie Munson hugging point guard Lucas Sinclair and his wife, Max Sinclair. How???

MSG Sold Out Performer Eddie Munson seen in Chicago Medical Center with World Renowned Surgeon Dr. Erica Sinclair. Our insiders say that the rockstar is FINE and was only having lunch with the doctor. What in the multiverse is happening???

Eddie Munson and his husband seen in line at the book signing of rising Linguistics Author Robin Buckley. They ended up laughing so hard when they reached the author, they almost got kicked out. Turns out they all knew each other???

Rock Star Eddie Munson bringing packed lunch in pajamas to a small Chicago preschool where husband, Steve Munson and known friend, Jane Hopper works. Why??? How??? What???

Third most followed person on Instagram Eddie Munson, just broke the internet by posting a group picture with Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Jonathan Byers, Argyle Alvez, Dustin Henderson, Lucas, Max and Erica Sinclair, Mike and Will Byers-Wheeler, his husband Steve Munson and family friend Jane Hopper. HOW DO THEY ALL KNOW EACH OTHER?! WHAT A WEIRD GROUP?!

The more people speculate, the more they say shit. Like people ask them how they know each other and they all just throw out the weirdest answers.

Nancy gets asked in a press conference how she knows Rock Star Eddie Munson? Nancy answers with, "I was driving myself to California when I was 19 and I picked him up as a hitch hiker along the way. We’ve been friends since then."

Robin gets asked in a lecture how she knows the Sinclair Clan? Robin answers with, "I go way back with Dr. Erica. She once saved me from Russian Doctors trying to cut my toe nails."

Eddie goes on an interview in National TV and the host asks how he's friends with Argyle and Jon? Eddie answers with, "I got kidnapped by a killer clown when I was 17. They saved me by crushing the clown's still beating heart with their own bare hands."

Steve gets bombarded with questions online of how he knows Nancy, Robin, Jon, Argyle and even Eddie (his husband)? Steve answers with, "We were stuck in detention every Saturday when we were in senior year. We all became friends when Eddie Munson started singing Don't You (Forget About Me)."

Will and Mike gets asked in an interview about their friendship with Basketball Star, Lucas Sinclair? Will says, “Lucas once gave my dog CPR, ultimately, saving it’s life and we’ve been friends since then.” and Mike just goes, “Who???”

Erica once got asked how she knew Genius Astronaut, Dustin Henderson. Erica rolls her eyes, “That boy owes me his life. Ask him, not me.”

Dustin gets asked how he knows Eddie Munson. Dustin goes with, “Eddie once saved me from a feral army of bats and almost died. I’ve never let go of him since then.” The fans think this one might actually be true, they’ve seen the scars on Eddie, they’ve got theories and Dustin just gave them a puzzle piece.

Argyle got asked in a Business Magazine how he knows this weird, interconnected group. Argyle says, “Oh dude! Those are my life long friends! It started with a pizza van, a dead man, and a road trip to Utah. There was also a bald girl involved. In the end, the real treasure really is the friends we make along the way.”

Jonathan gets asked how he knows Eddie Munson. Jon gives the softest, sweetest smile and says, “We were in a satanic cult together.”

Jane Hopper gets asked once in public (how she knows all these famous people), someone filmed it and it went viral on Twitter. El says, verbatim, “Oh. It all started when I was kidnapped by an evil scientist who tested stuff on me like I was a lab rat. Long story short, they saved my life and they are my family.” By then people already don’t believe any of them because they all give out the most ridiculous answers. Hopper still grounds her for that even though she doesn’t live with him anymore. (Owens, who hasn't called them in 15 years, reached out with a warning).

→ Current Additions: Lucas Lie Detector & Max's Future (Scroll down the link)

#people will be speculating #but they wont say shit #steddie rants #dae writes #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things headcanons #steddie headcanons #steddie #stranger things #the party #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #argyle #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things rants #daeheadcanons

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Max Verstappen x bestfriend!reader Masterlist 2

Mr. Always Wins, so far above me in every sense - Max takes another win, and a disappointed Lando leans on Y/N

I see you every day now - Flashback to April 2020 when Max and Y/N first moved in together

All they keep asking me is if I’m gonna be your bride - Max’s podcast goes live, and Max and Y/N attend a wedding. Later, Y/N admits her frustrations to Daniel

I think he can see through everything but my heart - Max and Y/N vacation in Brazil, and Max covers Time magazine

So many things that you wish I knew, so many walls up, I can’t break through - Y/N goes to Sao Paolo to see Lando while Max heads to the UK. Meanwhile, Max opens up to Vic

This is looking like a contest, of who can act like they care less - Y/N and Lando take Las Vegas while Max is back in Europe. But both Y/N and Max keep tabs on each other through others

I can see you standin’ honey, with his arms around your body - Y/N attends Velocity Invitational with Lando, which stirs controversy on both sides of the pond

I can see you starin’ honey, like he’s just your understudy - It’s Lando’s birthday. In Europe, Max streams with Redline

Like any great love, it keeps you guessing…like any true love, it drives you crazy - Clara and Max arrive in Vegas and Clara lets Lando in on a well known secret

I don’t even dare to wish it - It’s Y/N’s birthday, but she has to deal with the fallout of Clara’s drunken confession

I think he knows - Y/N and her friends celebrate her birthday, which seems to give something to celebrate…or run from

Put your lips close to mine, as long as they don’t touch - The Vegas circus begins with a dramatic opening ceremony, followed by a gala event

Two headlights shine through the sleepless night - Y/N and Max continue to miss each other, and the weekend gets off to a chaotic start on track

I sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick - Y/N attends Martin’s set and has a vulnerable moment with Max that goes awry

I’m capitulated by you,baby, like a firework show - Max wins in Las Vegas and Y/N puts aside the awkwardness to be happy for him

And that was the moment I knew - Max hosts Y/N’s birthday party, and gives her a huge present with unexpected results

Nothing safe is worth the drive - Max and Y/N have an open and honest conversation

I woke up just in time, now I wake up by your side - Max and Y/N leave Las Vegas just in time

Meet me in the afterglow - Y/N and Max spend a day in the desert and Lando puts the pieces together thanks to fruit

We’re burned for better - Mick makes an announcement, and the world once again speculates about Y/N’s love life

When they point to the pictures - Bonus part of Y/N sharing past memories

Our daddies used to joke about the two of us - Max and Y/N have dinner with their fathers after a nervous FP1 for Max

May these memories break our fall - Bonus part where Y/N shared memories near the end of the season

What would you do, if they never found us out? - Rumours swirl about Max and Y/N…for the final time

We will be remembered - And with that, the 2023 season comes to an end

#masterlist

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fuck it. ronance wedding headcanons

- they def had an unofficial lil backyard “wedding” with the party back in the 90s. like, jeans and tee shirts and 15 dollar rings and eat hot dogs around a fire pit unofficial

- they kept those cheap ass rings on 24/7, and when they finally rusted and crumbled and were absolutely unwearable they put them in nancy’s ballerina trinket box, the one robin’s still fascinated by after all these years

- when they bought their first house (they move to indianapolis so nancy can work for the star btw, i feel like robin would be some sort of counselor too?), the first thing robin did was take a big ol bulletin board and nail it right to the bedroom wall. for the next twenty years it became their dream board, where they’d pin magazine clippings of suits and dresses, rings and bouquets and venues, dreaming of the day it could be their turn for real

- they have a record player in their kitchen and play cheesy slow music, elvis and frank sinatra typa stuff, while they cook or eat dinner or do work at the counter. every time a song that nancy likes comes on she begs robin to slow dance with her, and she grudgingly agrees every time. and robin fucking sucks. tripping over nothing, not knowing where to look or put her hands, getting flustered at every little move her girlfriend makes. nancy jokes that robin better not be like this during their first dance, and robin grumbles back that she’d rather hire a stunt double than suffer through this (she secretly loves it tho)

- attending weddings is so hard for them. not that they’re not happy for the couples, but because they know they might never get one of their own. when they get. home from max and lucas’ wedding, nancy breaks down in robin’s arms, sobbing that it would be so much easier if she were straight. robin holds her tight and reassures her so gently, and after she calms down they pull out the stack of wedding inspiration books they’ve acquired over the years, put on an old rom-com, settle side by side on the couch and stay up until 3 am gushing over ideas

- in 2015, the moment the announcement comes out that the supreme court legalized gay marriage, nancy speeds home from work, like, 20 miles over the speed limit and finds robin on the front steps, sobbing her eyeballs out, a big dumb grin on her face. nancy gets down on one knee right there on the driveway, not caring that it’s pouring rain and she doesn’t have a ring and and she looks like she just stepped out of the goddamn upside down. robin drops to the ground in front of her and kisses nancy harder than ever before

- nancy wants a traditional wedding. robin wants fun and unique, none of that “old-fashioned bullshit”. they butt heads over it constantly during the planning process, but slowly grow to adore each others’ styles and compromise on every detail

the invitations ^^^ they have a cute lil spring wedding right before their 50th birthdays😇

robin’s suit n nancy’s dress ^^^ nance would absolutely be the typa girl to wear karen’s old dress and robin would want the most basic, no frills suit to ever exist

their shoes ^^^ robin can barely stand on her own two feet so heels were out of the question. nancy spent weeks and weeks learning how to embroider just so she could surprise her fiance with cute flowered converse at their bridal shower. robin cried

their hair ^^^ idk what to caption this with lol

their flowers ^^^ ruth n rose colors, Nancy thought it was fucking hilarious when robin suggested it so it stuck. the idea of robin in a boutonniere makes me drool too

the ceremony n reception ^^^ nance wanted to get married in a big white church like she saw in movies when she was a little girl, robin wanted someplace quaint and cozy to spend the night surrounded by her best friends. worked out perfectly

their rings ^^^ adorbs

the cake^^^ robin would 100% take nancy's last name bc she worships her wife and fuck stereotypes

^^^ i like to think steve jokingly suggests they serve ice cream, a lil nod to their scoops days, not expecting robin to adore the idea and immediately write it down

best men steve and jonathan ^^^ they wouldn't have bridesmaids cuz what other women do they need in their lives tbh👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

other stuff:

-being apart for like 3 hours while they get ready is torture. before the ceremony they do that first look thingy where they're standing back to back on opposite sides of a wall and they're holding hands and they're so nervous and giggly and then they do a countdown and peek around and both of them just stand there in shock. like they just watched the sky open up and an angel fall to earth. and then nance throws her arms around robin's neck and they start bawling cuz they realize their 20-plus-year dream is coming true UGH. when they step back robin runs a finger through nancy's curls and whispers how she's as beautiful as the first time she laid eyes on her and nancy melts

-they walk down the aisle hand in hand, exchange long sappy handwritten vows, and fall so perfectly into place when they kiss. it's like a scene from a disney movie. not dry eye in the damn building

-at the reception, there's lil charcuterie boards at each table, and they serve wood-fired pizza cuz it's what they ate on their first date (plus it's robin's fave)

-steve and jonathan bring the HOUSE down with their best men speeches. steve's is full of embarrassing jokes about robin that make her face turn red, and when he brings up how she peed her pants in the russian lab she jokingly (kinda) threatens to slit his throat. jonathan's is so sweet and tender and you can tell he still loves nance so so much

-after the speeches robin excuses herself outside and comes back 5 minutes later with a guitar. she plays a song she wrote for nancy. it's generous heart. because maya is robin in this world and doesn't exist and tbh i don't care. it's incredible

-their first dance song is first day of my life by bright eyes

-i hate ted and idk anything aboutt robin's dad so they don't get dances whoops

-nancy cuts the cake because robin with knives is a death wish

-the ice cream cart is a huge hit (steve brags about it for years). robin's a chocolate girl and nancy's a lemon sorbet lover

-they drink champagne and dance to 80s music until the ceiling spins. around midnight nancy grabs robin's hand and pulls her through the crowd to the balcony. they sway there together under the stars, foreheads pressed together, pressing an occasional kiss to the other's cheek. in that moment, they both agree nothing on their dream board could be as good as this

-ALSO instead of a honeymoon they take a road trip, driving route 66 to california, stopping to take pictures at every little landmark and singing at the top of their lungs for hours💘

#ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #strangerthings 4 #stranger things #stranger things ships #ronance headcanon #ronance hc #ronance fanfiction #sapphic #wlw #lesbian pride #women loving women #bisexual #ronance my beloved #ronance au #robin buckley x nancy wheeler #robin x nancy

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werewolf steve, werebat eddie (ch2)

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Eddie’s knee bounces in the stationary van parked outside the Harrington house; he stares down at the open Dungeons and Dragons Monster Manual clutched between his arms, flipping between the werewolf and the dire wolf. A drawing of the former has it standing upright, muscled and snarling with outstretched claws; his eyes are drawn to chaotic evil.

He knows that Steve isn’t evil. He does. The man who had spent hours next to Eddie at his hospital bedside showed an honour and trustworthiness that had drawn Eddie in even before he’d recognised it.

No, the caring guy he’s come to know is about as far from an alignment that lacks compassion and kills for sport as someone could get. That Steve is capable of wielding a nail-bat against the monsters of the Upside Down only lends an appealingly chaotic feel to the man Eddie had begun to think of as a rogue knight.

Sighing, he flips to the other page held open by his spare hand: dire wolf. Unaligned and a beast advantaged by its pack, this seems like Steve’s speed. Resembling his transformed self more acutely with its simple, albeit large wolf appearance. His finger stops on the bloodied maw, but the idea of it is still terrifying.

Reluctantly, he turns to the page he’s now memorised by heart. Man-shaped, this monster growls with open fangs too; sharp tapered ears are fixed on a figure draped in an aristocratic overcoat and cape. Finger trembling, he traces undead and lawful evil before pausing over bat polymorph as one of the vampire’s characteristics.

A loud bang smacks against the side of the van and Eddie jumps high enough to hit his head on the Chevrolet’s roof. “Ow, Christ!” He hisses, rubbing the sore spot and glaring at Dustin grinning at him through the closed window.

“Come on,” he shouts, “Everyone’s here!”

Eddie scowls, leaving behind the manual to tumble out of the van. Dustin immediately starts pushing him from behind and Eddie whacks at him with his hands, “Lay off, man. I’m coming, okay.”

Dustin hums doubtfully, “Yeah, but I watched you sit in the van for the last ten minutes and that was only after I noticed you’d arrived. Who knows how long it was going to take you?”

He quickly opens the front door before Dustin pushes him right smack into it, but the younger boy continues shoving at Eddie until he stumbles into Steve’s living room. In a similar configuration to yesterday’s intervention, the party sits, lounges, or stands about the room, quietly talking.

On the couch, Robin sits cross-legged with Steve who’s flipping through a magazine. Eddie’s relieved to see that all four limbs are human-shaped, and mouth only curved into a soft pout as he contemplates the article in front of him.

Everyone pauses to look over at their loud entrance. Steve glances up and, meeting his calm expression, Eddie almost blushes at how uncoordinated he must have looked falling through the door. He averts his gaze to El who approaches him with an outstretched palm, “Are you ready?”

Eddie sighs but takes her hand; she leads him to the open floor and they sit across from each other, “Yeah, we might as well do this. So, you’re going to force the bat out or something?”

“There’s no guarantee that you can shift,” Lucas leans back against the wall next to Will with casually folded arms. “You could be a normal human with bat scars and that’s it.”

“Or I could be a vampire of the night,” Eddie counters darkly. “I’ve been craving meat lately.”

Max rolls her eyes, “You have not, you big liar. I saw you scoffing down Honey Crunch on your front porch only two days ago.”

“Yeah, well, I was high. Maybe weed mellows out the beast.”

Eddie’s gaze flies to Steve when he snorts, but Steve looks away, concentrating on the magazine that Eddie suddenly suspects he’s not actually reading.

The thought that he’s avoiding Eddie stirs a familiar sense of guilt, giving rise to the niggle that he’d tried to forget after the wolf left yesterday, further punctuated by Robin’s distinct stink-eye. Even amidst the fear that had gripped him, he’d been able to see a sad, dejected version of Steve in the down-turned tail and slow trudge away.

“I'm going to take you into the void,” El says, holding out both her hands over her knees and Eddie takes them at her urging. “When I visit Steve there, he is able to feel the wolf and communicate with him.”

“I sort of see him next to me, if it helps,” Steve finally pipes up, watching Eddie warily like he’s expecting him to reject the advice, but Eddie only nods grimly. He’s going to need all the tips he can get he suspects. “Do I let it possess me or something?”

Steve frowns, a hint of reproach about him, “My wolf doesn’t posses me, he is me. Just like I’m him.” He shakes his head at Eddie’s confusion, “If you have a bat or a vampire or, I don’t know, maybe you’ll have a wolf too, then just reach out to him. He wants to be a part of you and you’ll both figure it out from there.”

Eddie looks into the steady gaze of Steve’s hazel eyes and feels it like a hand over his own: Steve has done this before, and successfully. He just needs to trust in the rogue knight one more time. “Okay,” he says, closing his eyes and following El’s lead.

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Steve throws his Fine Gardening magazine onto the coffee table and leans against Robin’s shoulder, she presses back. “Does it usually take this long with me,” he murmurs, trying to keep quiet for the two sitting silently in the middle of the room. Both El and Eddie have their eyes closed and hands clasped with the other. Max had turned the television to a snowy channel to help channel El’s concentration with the static sound.

She hums a negative, “But then, you two only did it to play around and see if there was more you could learn about yourself. This is Eddie trying to find out whether he even has another version to turn into.”

She grabs his arm suddenly, “Wait.” Steve blinks, unsure of what he’d seen other than to describe it as a pulse around Eddie. A long beat passes before the trick of the eye flickers again, so quickly that Steve can’t be sure of what he’s seeing.

In one rapid swoop, the air around Eddie contracts, pulling abruptly inwards until Eddie the human disappears to be replaced with a bat standing unsteadily in front of El. He blinks wide eyes, faltering on tiny feet before stumbling over to land on his back.

Eddie squawks in what Steve thinks is shock before frantically flapping his extended wings and tossing over to push up into the air, erratically darting around the suddenly panicking humans.

With one wing beating harder than the other, he drunkenly tilts and rolls into Mike’s long hair. Shrieking, Mike pulls Eddie out and flings him away even while crying out, “Shit! Sorry, Eddie! Sorry!”

Eddie cries out himself and flutters, gaining his momentum only to slam into the wall with a thump next to Dustin who leaps forward trying to catch him, but Eddie desperately twists before leaping higher, aiming for the peak of the ceiling.

“Catch him,” Will yells as Lucas runs out of the room.

“I’m trying,” Dustin shrieks in a tone that matches the high screeches of Eddie above them.

Robin shrugs off her boxy jacket, “Wait, I’ve got this.” She advances on Eddie as he zig zags against the wall again, but he must see her as a large threatening animal because he chitters wildly before smacking his wings at her face. Robin yelps and falls, only narrowly avoiding hitting her head on the ground by Max urgently jumping underneath to stop her rapid descent.

Lucas skids into the living room, triumphantly holding aloft the large pool skimmer usually stored in the garden shed. “Steve,” he yells before throwing it across the room.

Steve deftly catches the long handle in the air and, with a twist of his wrist, scoops Eddie mid-flight. Quickly flipping the pole, he entangles his small body in the net.

Panting or, in Mike’s case, holding down his hair, the group silently gather around the squirming bat version of Eddie as he shrieks and tries to bite his way out of the thin rope.

Steve thinks of his first fumbling and panicked steps: the distinct difference between having two legs extended to four, not even at the right height, let alone the terror of suddenly having a completely different way of looking and feeling the world had been indescribable. There are still scratches in the wooden floorboards from how hard he had dug his claws in to stop his legs from skidding in all directions.

“Back up, guys,” he says softly, keeping his tone low and soothing. “Hey, Eddie, hey,” he shushes, positioning the net against his torso so he can roll Eddie out of the mesh without letting him escape. Everyone steps back or sits in a chair, and Steve brings Eddie higher up to his chest so he can meet the eyes of the little guy.

Although his thinking or way of interpreting his surroundings may be a little different, Steve is always aware of the world as he would be as a human, and he can see that it’s the same for Eddie. The big wet eyes of his bat form aren’t that different from his human ones, Steve thinks, a little amused even while worried at how hard Eddie is panting.

“It’s okay,” Steve says, “You’re okay, you’re with friends, and this isn’t permanent. You’re just a bat for a little bit, Eddie, and you’ll be human in no time. Okay? You’re okay.” He keeps repeating reassuring nonsense, keeping his fingers firmly wrapped around squirming wings and resting Eddie against his heart.

As a wolf, Steve likes to lay his head over Robin’s heart, likes the proof that she is alive and well under him, and often finds himself calming under her steady thump, thump, thump.

Under his fingers, he can feel the frantic thrumming of Eddie’s heart start to calm too.

“That’s good,” he croons softly, stroking his thumb over the soft down of Eddie’s head. He takes stock of the little body in front of him: over Eddie’s nose the bridge is one long stripe of white, the rest of him covered in a deep brown while the ruff of his neck is almost golden, his ears are tapered as is the long tip of his pink tongue.

They all watch while Steve successfully calms Eddie as if he is a baby cradled to him. “Do you think that’s a were thing?” Asks Lucas, peering at Eddie as his breathing slows down, he blinks back up at him.

“I don’t know,” Will says thoughtfully, “Steve is pretty soothing to have around.” El nods while Mike shoots his friend a look of betrayal.

Steve rolls his eyes, “He was just scared. Look, now he’s had a moment to chill he’s with us again.” And, sure enough, little Eddie’s eyes are drooping as Steve continues to lightly pat him, clearly relaxing into the comforting gesture. He loosens his hold, still keeping a firm grip but not so tightly in fear of Eddie struggling again.

Max snorts as she peers down, “Oh yeah, there’s the big bad metalhead everyone fears.”

Eddie’s closing eyes snap open with a glare and he squeaks at her. Unfortunately, Steve thinks, the cuteness of it all only supports Max’s teasing. Robin meets his eyes over the kids’ heads and silently laughs in agreement.

“Okay,” Steve orders, “I think the lot of us in the same room may be too much for him right now. You guys skedaddle and we’ll let you know when he’s back to rights.”

Dustin looks doubtful, “What can you do that we can’t?”

Robin snorts, “Uh, Dusty-bun, Steve is literally the expert in this room when it comes to were-changes. You can’t research your way out of this one.”

Dustin grumps, “I could. If we didn’t have Steve, I could absolutely be the one to help him get back to normal.” He turns to the backpack shoved against the table. “Here,” he says, pulling out two books with photos of bats across the covers. Steve peers further into the bag and can see back-ups that apparently didn’t pass muster. “These are the books I brought on bats. If he starts craving blood, let me know — I have more on vampires when he needs them.”

Max takes them from his hands while Lucas steers Dustin towards the front door, where they’d left their bikes outside. Mike mutters a mocking noise that sounds like skedaddle and, with that, the room falls silent once more.

Robin and Steve look over at Max as she falls back onto the couch with El quickly following behind. She stares back belligerently, “What? Mom dropped me off and Eddie was our ride back.” El crosses her arms with a serene smile.

Steve sighs, “Okay, but we’re not doing anything exciting and you guys are making dinner.” The girls readily agree, heating leftovers from Steve’s fridge and serving the four of them as they sit in the living room, eating while watching a Bewitched marathon. At Steve’s instruction, Robin had brought down his blue hoodie with its tunnel-like pocket over his belly.

Little Eddie had curled up inside of it and Steve keeps one hand over him to provide what he hopes feels like shelter and comfort; under it, he can feel the heat of his small body and the steady rhythm of his breathing.

“You look like you’re pregnant,” Robin acerbically observes from the other end of the couch, feet crossed into her lap for the lotus position.

“Does that mean that I can finally eat butterscotch ice cream without you making that face?” He counters with a bitchy expression back.

“What face?” She protests even as she makes The Face. Max rises her brow to Steve, “Why does she look like that?”

“That summer at Scoops maybe put her off some flavours for life,” he shares. El ignores them all in favour of watching Samantha wiggling her nose to float Darrin out of a tree.

“If I have to smell USS Butterscotch one more time, I’m going to puke — lack of pregnancy be damned,” Robin warns.

The commercials blares once Samantha finishes rescuing her husband, and El moves to peek inside the hoodie, tentatively extending a finger and gasping when Eddie’s little bat foot comes out to grip it. “He feels so soft.”

Steve snickers at Robin and he thinks he feels what’s supposed to be a bat bite through the cotton in retaliation, but it’s hard to tell with the lack of sharp fangs behind it. He sobers for the younger members of the room, “Yeah, but he can’t stay this way forever. Can you sense anything from him, El?”

She closes her eyes while continuing to hold Eddie’s foot, “He is not upset like earlier, but I don’t think he is ready to come back to being human-Eddie yet either.”

Steve looks worriedly down at the bump over his stomach, “Is he okay? I ran around a lot at first too, but once I figured out what was happening I tried to turn human again as soon as possible.”

“Yeah, but you also didn’t know that it was possible to turn back to human,” Robin points out. “He could be chilling ‘cause he knows that everything is going to be okay.”

El hums, “No, I do not think that’s it.” She shrugs, gently untangling Eddie’s clawed toes to lean back into Max who shifts an arm and drapes it over El’s shoulders comfortingly. “But he is not willing to share either. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” Robin reassures her as she peeks into the other end of the pocket, smirking as she waggles a playful finger at him. Steve can see the wide, wet eyes of Eddie peeking out at her in curiosity. “Maybe he knows that he’s cuter as a bat than as a stinky human boy.”

Eddie glares and snaps his small teeth in the air before sullenly turning, curling up and facing the other way. Once again, a small hidden lump in the hoodie. Steve sighs, “We’ll give him the night and, if he’s not back tomorrow, maybe you can look for him in the void, El? Ask him what’s going on or guide him back to being human again. Whatever it is that he needs since it’s not working for him right now.”

He glances at the stairs, “Do you guys want to stay over? You can sleep in one of the spare rooms?”

“I call third bedroom,” Robin calls, standing up decisively, “Second bedroom has a weird smell.” She points her finger at Steve’s opening mouth, “I don’t care if you can’t smell anything, which, weird. Since you’re the one with the super nose these days.”

She grimaces and says more quietly, “I don’t think I can bunk up tonight, all the screaming got me…” She waggles her hand around her ears and Steve nods, knowing that she needs some quiet time after a lot of stimulation.

Max smirks and takes El by the hand, “That’s cool, we can’t smell whatever weirdo smell your nose is picking up. Night guys.” The girls wave before heading upstairs and Steve shuts off the television.

Picking his way through the house he double checks that the windows and doors are locked before turning off the lights and heading to bed. Lying down, he snuggles little Eddie to him, the small body already curled on top of his chest and asleep.

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#steddie #swift wings and a brave heart #this is just a fun fic while I edit Copper Boy so I'm not being too formal with blogging. as you can see lol #for any newbies - I always post on ao3 first before blogging if you're wondering why you're seeing this chapter #werewolf steve harrington #bat eddie munson #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things

[ariesbilly]

Mental image of Heather sat on the end of Billy's bed, casually doing her nails and reading his dirty magazines and fake moaning while he and Steve fuck. Its a win-win, all Max hears is 'girls' so there's no suspicion that Billy has a boy home, and Heather gets a 'demand anything' card that Billy diligently honors.

wait i actually need this fic lmfao

billy and heather making a big show of coming through the front door while max is watching tv, steve sneaking in through billys window tripping over his shit, billy riding steve with his hand clamped down over steves mouth to shut him up (or maybe he stuffed his underwear in there i dont know! lets use our imaginations!), heather enjoying some beautiful tiddies via the immaculately kept skin mags in billys drawer, totally blank faced yelling "OH YES BILLY RIGHT THERE RIGHT THERE" while steve is having a really difficult time reaching climax because heathers yelling is very distracting (billys really good at blocking shit out.... we dont need to analyze that) but he will get there dont worry! billy knows what hes doing

stobin wants what hollogrove has...

#briana answers things #harringrove

[wanderingblindly]

i absolutely ADORED “wedding bells, wedding kisses” and saw that you had kissing prompts open. if they still are/you have interest i would LOVE to see “you’re going to get lipstick all over me” for lestappen. thank you!!! 🫶

we don't need to talk about the fact that this took [redacted] weeks, right? the human mind is a mystery and mine is full of holes. anyways, i hope you enjoy!! i was loosely going for model!charles and photographer!max

kiss prompts here xx

Red, Red, Red All Over (Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen, 674 words)

They both excuse themselves the minute the shoot wraps, indiscreetly storming in the same direction, basically oozing fervor. Heat.

They're getting worse at hiding it.

Their hands are on each other before the dressing room door closes; Max hardly has half a mind to lock it, career safety secondary, tertiary, to getting his hands under Charles's shirt.

"Max," Charles breathes, more like a groan, before falling back against the vanity. He perches himself there, instinctively arching his back, tilting his head — some subconscious part of his mind still searching for the light, for Max's camera.

And he looks it. Red lipstick a mess from Max's mouth, he's no less beautiful, no less perfect, than he was just moments ago: magazine cover ready, Italian Vogue destined.

The lock clicks into place. "Impatient as always," Max tries to chastise him, but he can't muster any bite. His eyes are glued to the broad expanse of Charles's chest, highlighted in the mesh shirt he'd been modeling.

Charles spreads his knees, bracing his hands on the vanity to give him leverage. He commands, "Come over here."

Max does, because of course he does. He crosses the room in an instant, slotting himself between Charles's parted legs and tangling his fingers in his hair; it's grown out nicely, his agency slowly styling it into a trendy mullet, hoping to balance out his classic features.

It feels like silk in his hands, feels like a gift when he tugs on it.

Charles groans against his mouth, desperately trying to press all of himself against Max, dig his nails into his back. "Let me…" He sighs, lips sliding away from Max's, catching the sharp cut of his jaw.

"You're gonna get your lipstick everywhere," Max protests weakly, pulse jumping when Charles drags his mouth along his jawline, teeth gently grazing in his wake. He doesn't respond, busy sucking on Max's earlobe, sliding a hand up his shirt, making quick work of teasing his chest.

He lets go with a bite, pulling the soft flesh for a moment — earning a hiss. "That's the point, chéri," Charles whispers, breath hot on Max's ear, teasing. "You look so good in red."

Max can see himself in the vanity mirror, painted by Charles's curious mouth, his possessive smile. Red bleeds from his mouth to his chin, dances boldly against his jaw, highlights the flush on his cheeks.

He looks ragged, pupils blown and flesh claimed and lips parted, slick.

"Keep going," His voice mimics his appearance: rough around the edges, desperate.

"Yeah?" Charles latches onto his neck, right above his Adam's apple. He can hear his smile, feel its predatory curve against the his skin. "Wanna show everyone that you're mine?"

Max's knees feel weak, eyes glued on the remnants of Charles's mouth on his — somehow so much more infatuating than a hickey, a bruise.

"Please,"

Charles slides his nails down his chest, no doubt leaving red in his wake. Max's hips buck weakly when he catches his nipple; the vanity shakes, Charles giggles against his neck.

"Who is impatient now?" His mouth slides down, resting on the hollow of his throat with hot, exaggerated breaths. Slowly, lasciviously, he presses the flat of his tongue against the ball of Max's collarbone, feeling his pulse, his labored breaths.

He's all but frozen, hands stuck in Charles's hair and eyes stuck on the mirror, stuck on the crimson blooming on his skin.

"Shirt off." Charles demands, sitting up and tugging at the hem, eyes focused intensely on Max's.

He look like sin: lipstick smeared across his lips, his chin, eyes bright and lashes dark. He looks like he wants to drag Max to hell by means of heaven, with teeth and nails and ecstasy.

Charles raises a brow, pink tongue sweeping across his beautiful lips — expectant.

Snapped into motion, Max slides off his shirt, tossing it somewhere into the void of the dressing room. Charles smiles brightly, hands immediately latching onto his exposed sides, splaying against his ribs. "Let's see where else the lipstick can go, yes?"

#SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT THE PEOPLE (YOU) DESERVE BETTER #but i appreciate the patience!! assuming you even remember sending this oof #lestappen #f1 fanfic #f1 fanfiction #f1 drabble #f1 rpf #f1 rpf fic

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

I don't think anyone has ever asked about a tsum!Yuu at the House of Mouse. It's going to be just as bad as child!Yuu situation lol. Not only are the tsum!boys are fighting over tsum!Yuu, but the disney are doing that too. The poor thing.

Okay okay so imagine that through some type of magic the HoM staff meet their tsums.

During Mickey's segments, his tsum tsum is bouncing around on stage and wants to be included

Minnie's tsum is perched on her shoulder, with her own mini clipboard, and is helping her mouse counterpart keep everything smooth

Daisy's tsum is hanging around at her counterpart's booth, reading magazines and doing Daisy's nails, maybe helping her with the register book thing

Tsum!Donald is either cuddling with tsum!Daisy or protecting both Yuus by warding away anyone that comes near them like a guard dog (think tsum!Epel whenever someone calls him cute)

Tsum!Goofy is hanging around with tsum!Max and Max's tsum is helping him keep track of the car keys

Tsum!Yuu just wants to hang around with her human counterpart but everyone keeps trying to get her to sit with the twst boys so Yuu asks Alice, Wendy and Marie to look after her (which they gladly do so)

Some of the younger animal children have to be reminded that the tsums aren't chew toys though

#house of mouse au #twst #twisted wonderland #asks #twst yuu #fem yuu

[staygoldwriting]

Spa Night

Summary: You and Max are having a spa night sleepover, and Eddie joins you 💚

Word count: ~1k

A/N: I love the trend/trope of Eddie getting locked out of his trailer, so I decided to turn up the fluff! This can be read as a platonic or romantic relationship with Eddie 🤗 Enjoy!!! 

“Now apply the mask generously to the face, making sure to avoid the eye and mouth area.”

Max was sitting on your bathroom vanity as you two applied bright green face masks. Since you two were neighbors, you often hung out, and you all decided to spend tonight having a classic sleepover. Max was like the little sister you always wanted, and when you first moved to Hawkins, you two became inseparable.

“How do I look?” Max asked you, giggling with the mask in the shape of a beard and mustache.

“Most distinguished,” you said, mask around your eyes like glasses. 

“So, what’s the goal with this mask?” 

“I think it’s to brighten your skin. Who knows. Why, do you want to look all shiny and beautiful for your date with Lucas tomorrow?” you teased. 

“Stop it,” she smiled, then you both heard a knock. 

“Do you think that’s the pizza?” she asked.

“It’s a little early,” you said. “It’s only 6:30. Let me go check.”

“Okay, don’t scare the delivery person!”

“I’ll try not to,” you laughed, adjusting your headband to keep your hair out of your face.

When you opened the door, you were surprised to see Eddie standing there instead of a stack of pizzas. He looked tired and a little down-in-the-dumps, but when he saw your bright green face, fuzzy purple headband, and Care Bear pajamas, he burst out laughing.

“You’re not pizza,” you groaned.

“And you’re not Y/N!” he laughed, then grabbed your shoulders, shaking you. “What have you done with Y/N, E.T.?”

“E.T. isn’t even green,” you sassed him. “What’s up, though?”

“I got locked out of my trailer, and my uncle won’t be home for a couple hours. Can I stay with you please?”

“What’s taking the pizza guy so long?” Max called as she stepped out, freezing when she saw Eddie.

“There’s two of them!” Eddie fake-screamed. 

“He’s locked out,” you told Max, rolling your eyes at Eddie. “Should we let him join?” you asked her playfully. In reality, you’d never reject Eddie.

“Hmm,” she said, tapping a green finger to her face. “Alright, but you have to put a mask on too!” 

“This green muck?” he asked, staring at your faces. You nodded excitedly as you grabbed his hand, pulling him into your trailer and to the bathroom.

“First, we need to put your hair in a headband so we don’t get any muck in it,” you said, grabbing a lime green headband and matching scrunchie and holding it out to him.

“Can you do it please?” Eddie asked. “If you’re going to force me to do this stuff, I might as well be pampered.”

You sighed as you slipped the headband over his head and pushed his hair out of the way. 

“Aw, you’re so pretty, Eddie,” Max cooed.

“Thank you, I know,” Eddie replied, posing for her. You then tied his hair into a ponytail with the scrunchie.

“I’m guessing you want me to put the mask on too?” you asked.

“Yes please,” he said, closing his eyes and pointing his face toward you. 

“Okay, it might be cold,” you said as you put some on his nose. Soon enough, his whole face was covered, and the three of you looked at yourselves in the mirror.

“We’re hot,” you said, making the others laugh. 

💚

“Okay, Eddie,” Max said, mask cracked and a mouth full of pizza. “According to Tiger Beat, your teen heartthrob match is Rob Lowe, Y/N, yours is Patrick Swayze, and mine is Val Kilmer!”

“Ooo!” Eddie fake-squealed. 

“Hey, they’re cute!” you argued. 

“So, what’re we gonna do next?” Max asked, closing the magazine. 

“We could watch a movie, do our nails, prank call people,” you suggested. 

“Let’s watch a movie,” she said. “But first, I’m going to rinse my face!”

As Max rinsed her face in the bathroom, you and Eddie cleaned up some pizza boxes. Your faces were clean, but Eddie still had his scrunchie and headband on. You smiled as you looked at him, making him eye you suspiciously.

“What is it?” he asked.

“You just look so… limey,” you giggled, making him hit you playfully with a pillow.

“You look like a grape,” he said, pointing to your purple hair set. “Speaking of, do you have any grape soda?”

“Yeah, but I also bought some root beer and ice cream for floats, so don’t fill up on grape soda!” you scolded.

“Yes ma’am!” he said, saluting you. 

“Movie’s all ready!” Max called from the couch. 

As you all joined Max, she opened a big blanket and spread it across your legs. As the night went on, you ended up leaning on each other, you on Eddie and Max on you, all eating root beer floats and laughing at the movie. When it ended, Eddie peeked out the window to see that Wayne was finally home.

“Girls, it has been lovely, but I think that’s my cue,” he said, pointing to his now-unlocked trailer. “Thank you for letting me crash your sleepover for a bit,” he smiled, holding his arms out. 

“Of course, thanks for being a good sport,” you smiled, hugging him and giving him a small kiss on the cheek. “Feel free to come over any time for another spa night.”

“For sure, it was fun,” Max smiled, then joined your hug. 

“You know, Munson, you’re not all that bad,” she smirked, looking up at him.

“You either, Mayfield,” he smirked back. “L/N’s got some work, but we love her anyway.” 

“We sure do.”

“I love you weirdos, too.”

💚

Eddie regretfully walked back to his trailer, but was happy to see Wayne at the table, eating some cereal and reading the newspaper.

“Where’ve you been?” he asked Eddie.

“I was at Y/N’s,” he explained. “I got locked out, so I crashed there for a bit.”

“I see,” Wayne smiled as Eddie walked to the bathroom. Once he thought Eddie was out of earshot, Wayne chuckled to himself.

“I guess she forgot about that spare key I gave her a week ago.”

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#staygoldwriting #eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things eddie #eddiemunson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #eddie munson st4 #eddie stranger things

[cherrydreamer]

Steve, on one of his earliest visits to a still-recovering Billy in hospital, can't help but notice how boring and bare the room is and so he comes back the next day with the gift of a Chia Pet to 'add some colour'.

And Billy's not exactly got much else to latch on to. And the dumb little thing is kinda cute, so Billy isn't entirely surprised when he finds himself doting on it. Caring for it. Getting a little thrill of pride when it grows and thrives. And even though the Chia Pet is soon surrounded by plenty of other gifts- a stack of tapes from Max, a collection of nerdy books from the kids, tins of homemade cookies and brownies from Claudia, a pile of extra warm, extra soft blankets from Joyce and an ever changing supply of magazines from Hopper- Billy's soft spot for the bushy little critter never diminishes.

Which is why, six months later, the little sheep is sitting pride of place on the bookshelf of Billy's very first apartment. And Steve Harrington is sitting on the couch, wearing one of Billy's shirts and watching with the absolute fondest expression as Billy picks up a pair of nail scissors and gives Sheevp Harrington* his weekly trim.

*Named, according to Billy, for the thickness of his hair and the fatness of his ass.

#harringrove #silly and soft today #and you KNOw it becomes a thing‚ steve finding all the weirdest Chia Pets and giving them as gifts #but Sheevp Harrington will always be the favourite

[queers-gambit]

Last request of the day, maybe

Headcanons with Max having a girly girlfriend who gets dressed up just to meet her, even if it’s just a picnic. Bonus, how would others react to Max having such a sweet little lady with her? Thank you

-😊

love me some Max. and her with a girly-girl girlfriend? lowkey frothing at the mouth - let's see what i come up with.

pairing: Max Mayfield x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Stranger Things

• you followed that mentality of 'dress like you're gonna run into your ex' because it was something your mother ingrained in you.

• she had a wooden, hand-painted sign in the hallway that said 'look good, feel better' and ever since you were 12, she lets you toy around in her make-up.

• maybe your Mom teaches you - maybe you steal a Cosmo and teach yourself. either way, you simply take pleasure and comfort in doing your make-up and trying to put on your best clothes.

• doesn't matter what's going on, you're rummaging in your closet for a matching shirt and pants combo simply because you could.

• and trust me, Max adores it. she'll get this silly small smile on her face and her cheeks will flush when she sees you walking up to her at the park.

• picnics are your jam. it's lowkey and simple, usually private.

• and trust me, she's stumped over what to do. Max is used to iron and nails, she's used to people blowing her off, she's not used to the sweetness your love will come with.

• so, Max doesn't know what to do. when you make the first move on her, she's literally running away. poor baby doesn't know WHY or HOW the sweetest bean would be interested in her.

• she'll nervously stutter around you. her eyes dart around in confusion. and when your eyes lock, oh, that girl is blushing madly.

• but Max will come around slowly because you're not pushy. you're just there - a constant presence - and for fuck's sake, you always look so pretty that she gets a little tongue tied.

• Max loves you playing in her hair.

• and Max also loves playing with your hair - call that a win-win!

• she'll watch you do your nails, brows crinkling in gentle confusion before she's sheepishly asking you to paint hers. and it becomes something of a tradition - every Sunday, Max comes over, and you'll switch up your nail colors.

• and when you're in that super cute floral sundress, Max feels her chest get tight because she's in astonishment. she'll compliment you everyday, multiple times a day, because she loves the way you flush when she does.

• i know i've said it before but Max def calls you 'pretty girl'.

• and you're not all sunshine and flowers, okay? you've got a little kick in you, so, Max finds there's several overlapping themes you both are interested in. you'll lay in bed together, listening to music; she'll steal some magazines and lay across your bed, flipping through them.

• she teaches you to skate!!! it's sweet and adorable and you clutch her hands tightly as she jogs along side the board.

• the laughter never ends once she really opens up.

• though she's not used to it, she'll realize she can depend on you. and the sweet angel is coming to you for EVERYTHING, okay?

• Lucas on her nerves? she's sitting at lunch with you, on a small tangent.

• Mike was a dickhead at the party meeting? she's shooting you a look and rolling her eyes.

• Billy doesn't approve of anyone with his little sister - but then he meets you and he's like, "oh, yeah, those two are fucking soulmates."

• Max definitely goes soft around you and the party members notice. she'll smile more, hold your hand, won't be too sarcastic and might even pause to explain a concept. but to the others? she's still the same ol' regular hothead.

#max mayfield #stranger things #stranger things x reader #max mayfield x y/n #max mayfield x female reader #max mayfield x reader #max mayfield headcanons

[audhd-nightwing]

thinking about steve and max noticing that el never got to just. be a little girl? because max had to mature at a young age (neil & billy’s abuse, her moms drinking) and used being a tomboy as a defense mechanism / steve had to learn to take care of himself as a little kid because if he didn’t no one would.

so steve and max realizing this and doing everything in their power to help el experience the things she missed out on. they paint each other’s nails and read teen magazines and watch romcoms. steve takes them shopping and buys them both a bunch of clothes (el especially likes bright colors and patterns). they get nancy and robin to do el’s makeup (steve and max 1. don’t like stuff on their face and 2. know nothing about makeup) and she absolutely adores it, makes them teach her how to do it herself. while her hair grows out steve manages to find a couple of good quality wigs and helps her style them.

steve convinces hopper to let them paint el’s room pink and he agrees immediately after steve explains why. steve jonathan and nancy all love to spoil her and get her things so her room is filled with stuffed animals, posters, makeup, beauty products, etc.

steve lets el pick out whatever she wants (max too but she’s more chill about it, tries to hide how much she enjoys getting gifts and hanging around steve). as a gift for both girls, steve gets every wonder woman comic he can find (el cries and hugs him when he gives it to them, steve has probably never been happier).

and while max enjoys being able to be “girly” without feeling vulnerable, she still prefers her tomboy-ish energy (bi-gender she/he max!!!). so steve lends him hand-me-downs and buys him a new skateboard, tells him that he feels like that too some days, that it’s not gross or bad.

……idk how this turned into he/she max and steve bonding but here we are

#stranger things #steve harrington #max mayfield #el hopper #steve and max #elmax #max and el #let them be kids #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #jim hopper #steve and max as siblings #steve and el #a dynamic i need more of #he/she pronouns #genderqueer steve harrington #bigender max mayfield #femininity

[apomaro-mellow]

The Bright Side S01E02: Play by the Rules

S01E01

Cold Open

The family of three was having lunch in the kitchen when El piped up for a question.

"Steve, how does a girl get a guy to notice her?"

Jim scoffed. "You're askin' Mr. Hairspray over there for boy advice?"

"This coming from the guy who hasn't had a date since the 70's", Steve said.

Jim huffed and straightened the pages of his paper. "El, your brother is mighty fine at dating girls. Not so great at keeping them. I don't know if that says anything about the girls or Steve though."

"I could keep them just fine if I wanted to. I just haven't found The One yet."

"But you'd know if you saw her?", El cut in, getting them back to topic. "The One?"

"I think I would. Why you got a boy you like?", Steve smirked, ready to tease.

El just blushed, not ready to reveal who it was yet but Jim was already prepared to shut it down. He'd been ready for a while now.

"You know my rules. No boys in the house."

Steve raised a brow and looked to Lucas and Dustin sitting with them at the table. "You let these dorks over all the time."

Jim looked to them as he picked up his beer. "They don't count."

End Cold Open

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At school, between classes, Max boarded up to El's locker. "We still on for tonight?"

"Of course. I wouldn't miss it", El beamed.

"Good, because this is long overdue. Just you and me. No boys. Music, magazines, and movies."

Meanwhile, just down the street, Mike was looking on with a disapproving expression.

"This can only end in tragedy."

"Dude", Lucas closed his locker. "It's a sleepover. They're probably just gonna paint each other's nails and kiss whatever guy is in a magazine. You know? Dumb girl stuff?"

"Girls don't just do stuff. They talk. That's the danger", Mike said.

"And what's the danger in El and Max talking?", Will asked. "They do it all the time."

"Yeah but not alone. Not without us. So who do you think they're gonna talk about?"

"I really don't think Max is gonna talk about us when we're not there", Dustin said.

"She will if it's to talk shit", Lucas sighed.

Mike looked vindicated. "Exactly! Max is gonna talk shit about us to El."

"Why do you care so much?", Will asked.

Mike took too long to answer and Lucas zeroed in on why. "Mike's got a cru-ush~", he sang, prompting Mike to punch him in the arm.

"Shut up! No I don't! El is still new. She doesn't know we're the losers yet."

"She literally stopped you from getting a swirly on her first day", Dustin said. "I think that ship has safely sailed."

"This is all stupid anyway. We've got out own plans to iron out", Will said as the bell rang.

"Girls man. They drive a man wild", Lucas said sagely.

"It's times like these I'm glad my girlfriend is back in Utah", Dustin said on their way back to class.

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Max and El sat on the bed as Jim inspected the room for boys. Even going as far as checking under the bed and poking the stuffed animals in her closet with a broom.

"Is this really necessary?", Max asked. "The only boys she knows is those nerdlingers."

"Alright. I'm gonna lay down the rules and don't give me any sass", Jim said, arms crossed with the broom. "No loud music. No boys. No prank calls. No boys. In bed by nine. No boys. No sneaking out. And did I mention no boys?"

"I'm not feeling a lot of trust right now", Max said.

"I'm not raising a grandkid before I turn fifty", Jim said. "Oh, one last thing." He took out a small box and laid some tacks sharp side up on El's window sill.

Jim left El's room and went downstairs to sit on the couch and settle in for some Friday night primetime. He had a good view of the front door and a window that should reveal anyone sneaking in or out of El's room.

Steve came down, mumbling and grumbling to himself as he took his keys out of his pocket.

"And where are you off to? Hot date?"

"Hardly. I lost a bet to Jonathan of all people. So I gotta take the kids to the arcade. What are the chances they get bored and ready to go home after 10 minutes?"

Jim chuckled. "I won't be waiting up."

Thankfully, Dustin, Lucas, Mike, and Will were just next door and ready to go already when Steve knocked on the door of the Byer's home.

"Good luck", Jonathan grinned.

"Last time I challenge you to beer pong. How'd you get so good anyway?", Steve asked.

"Having a terrible dad has its perks. He taught me when I turned 14."

"Hey, my dad taught me too."

Jonathan made a face at the thought of Hopper teaching Steve beer pong as the boys bum rushed out of the house and towards the door.

"Come on! We're burnin' moonlight!", Dustin commanded as he made a claim for the front passenger seat.

With a sigh, Steve went towards his own vehicle and started towards the arcade. Meanwhile, the girls night was already in full swing.

"Blonds or brunets?", Max asked while tossing some popcorn into her mouth.

"Brunets", El answered.

"Same. So does that mean anyone in town's caught your eye yet?"

El blushed and curled in a little on herself, trying to hide behind the open pages of a magazine. But the sound of disbelief Max made proved it was all in vain.

"Who? And please tell me it's not Jack Maine."

"Jack? The captain of the baseball team?"

"All the girls fawn over him, it's honestly disgusting." Max popped another corn in her mouth. "So who is it? Anyone I know?"

"He's-no one." El got up and began pacing. "You don't know him. He's from out of town. Actually, a whole other country. Actually, he doesn't exist."

"No no no, Dustin's computer girlfriend from Utah doesn't exist. But this mystery guy...", Max grinned.

El was frozen on the spot but that didn't stop Max from standing up from the bed.

"What if you don't tell me, I just guess?"

"Guess?", El asked but Max took it as permission to get started.

"You're obviously embarrassed by it, so it's gotta be someone I know." Max began to circle around her. "Is it...Carter Baxton?"

"No", El shook her head.

"Hmm, Ricky Odell?"

"The guy who tried to stick Mike's head in a toilet?", El gave a look of disgust.

Max paused in front of her and looked into her eyes, then pointed a finger at her. "If you have a crush on Lucas..."

"It's Mike!", El blurted out, then immediately covered her mouth.

Max's eyes were wide. "Oh my god."

Jim nearly broke the door down, broom in hand. "Where is he?! Where's Mike?!"

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The arcade was busy that Friday night. Steve had basically resigned himself to getting some nachos and a soda, then plopping down while the boys gamed themselves silly. He knew there'd be a moment when one of them came up and asked for quarters, but he was keeping a tight hold on his wallet. He was a driver only.

And sure enough, about half an hour in, Dustin came up, eyes already prepared for begging. "Steve-"

"Nope. I'm not giving you money."

"But I'm sooooo close! Not just to a high score but to a personal best! Are you gonna stand in the way of a boy and his dreams?"

"It wasn't on my schedule for the evening, but I think I can squeeze it in."

"I don't know why I asked. You wouldn't understand. I guess that hand eye coordination is only good for ball in hoop games?"

Steve raised a brow. "You think I can't play an arcade game?"

"Play? Sure. But win one? Get a high score?" Dustin crossed his arms. "Doubtful."

"I'll have you know I'm a champion Pac-Man player."

"I'll believe it when I see it."

That was how Steve ended up in front of the Pac-Man console, all the boys around him. He started a game and they weren't expecting much. Pac-Man was fairly simple. Eat the dots. Avoid the ghosts. But it was mesmerizing when someone was able to keep that going for long enough. Long enough for Dustin and Lucas to start cheering him on. Then long enough for the more quiet Will to start cheering. Then long enough for Mike to start backseat gaming and cheering too.

When Steve cleared the game and his score came up, his posture relaxed but he still didn't seem satisfied with how he did. It was great, but it didn't break the high score.

"Who's Munster?"

"Oh that's gotta be Eddie!", Mike said in awe.

Steve's brow raised in recognition. "Eddie 'the Freak' Munson? How do you know him?"

"Ran into him a few times at the library", Will said. "He said as soon as we get to high school we can join his club."

"Yeah and he'll still probably be there too", Steve scoffed. He cracked his knuckles. "He's about to be a two-fold loser 'cause I'm comin' for his score." He took a five dollar bill out of his pocket without even looking. "Here. Get me a soda."

Dustin smirked. "Will do!"

He grabbed the money, fully intending to get Steve the smallest soda available and pocket the rest for his own gaming. Steve was already back in the zone as he made a new game and attempted to break Eddie's record.

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Max led the charge down the stairs and into the kitchen to grab more snacks, looking like a girl on a mission and not just in searched of cookies.

"Um, hello?", Jim looked up from the glass of water he was drinking, wrapped up in a bathrobe. "I thought I said in bed by 9 it's-" he checked his watch-"9:15."

"This is serious business", Max said while opening a fridge.

"Serious", El echoed.

"I thought I laid down the rules very clearly."

"Mr. Hopper do YOU want a smarmy son-in-law? Because that's what's at stake here", Max asked while nearly slamming a pickle jar onto the counter.

Jim looked between the girls. "This is boy stuff?"

They nodded.

Jim looked to Max specifically. "And you...are anti-smarm?"

"When it comes to boys, yes."

"Proceed." He took a sip of his water. "Get her a guy who likes fishing on the weekends too."

Max bit into the pickle while grabbing a soda. El got a bag of chips and a juice for herself before they headed back upstairs. Once the door was closed, Max started counting things off.

"Mike is controlling, and obsessed with image, which is hilarious considering he's on the bottom of the social food chain."

"Mike has never tried to control me. And isn't everyone worried about how they look?"

"It's just always a bad idea to date in a friend group. Messes with the whole dynamic."

El opened the chip bag. "Is that why you haven't asked Lucas out yet?"

Max froze mid-bite. When she chomped down, she pointed a finger at her. "Are you some kind of mind reader? I didn't tell anyone that."

"I figured when you were about to ask if I was crushing on him. You looked ready to deck me if I said yes."

"I wouldn't've punched you over a boy", Max denied. "Maybe a bit of cold shoulder though. Don't you dare tell a soul, I swear if you do-"

"Girls have a code, remember? I won't talk about how you feel about Lucas, if you never tell about Mike."

"I still can't believe you like him. Out of all of them."

"Mike's not so bad. What makes Lucas better anyway?"

Max suddenly got a dreamy smile on her face. "Well he's more mature for one."

"Lucas!?"

"Yeah!"

Jim came through again, with the broom. Again. "Where?!"

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Steve's hands were braced against the sides of the console as he finished another game. He was so close to Eddie's score. Just a few points away. It was such a small gap he could taste it. He rubbed his face and then pulled his wallet out of his pocket again.

"You makin' your own cup factory?", a voice came up from behind.

Steve turned, first looking at the six empty drinks by his feet and then at the loud slurping noise coming from Eddie Munson. Steve frowned.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, Munson?"

"I like coming in at last call to see who's gotten close to my record", he smirked, swirling the ice around in his drink.

"Whatever", Steve stuck his hands in his pockets like he didn't care. "Wait, last call? What time is it?!" He checked his watch and saw that it was nearly 11.

"Just about time for the night to really come alive", Eddie said. "And shouldn't you be getting them home?", he tilted his head and saw the four of them at the air hockey tables. They were pretty much the only ones left in the arcade.

"Their moms are going to kill me. Hey you wieners it's time to go home", Steve called out.

He was met with protests but they were all weak and punctuated by tired yawns. They'd probably all conk out as soon as they sat in his car. He heard Eddie whistle from the Pac-Man game.

"Just four points away Harrington. That's almost as close as the game last week. That's gotta burn, huh?"

"Didn't know you went to the games, Munson."

"I don't", Eddie said smoothly. "I just read the papers. Keep your enemies close and all that."

"Yeah, right." Steve gathered the kids and brought them outside into the cool, fresh air and Steve realized how tired his eyes were after staring at that screen for hours. Eddie followed them out and a very annoyed employee finally locked the door behind them.

Steve got inside and this time Will was in the front. Eddie squeezed his top half through the door and switched the dials on Steve's radio then turned up the volume, making a loud guitar and drums ring out.

"Dude! What the hell!?", Steve shouted, covering one ear while turning it down.

"To keep you awake for the journey home. Be sure that these little ones are returned safely", Eddie said, putting on a strangely theatrical voice. He closed the door and patted the hood, telling Steve he was good to go.

"I told you", Steve said as Eddie waved them off. "Freak."

"He's the coolest", Dustin yawned.

Episode 3

#apo writes #stranger things #fanfiction #el hopper #max mayfield #jim hopper #steve harrington

[hawkinsgirlnextdoor]

Being An Older Sister Figure to the Party

Headcanons for being an older sister to the party from seasons 1 to 3 (for now, I'll probably add more ideas that pop into my head, especially for season 4). I might even do a part two if someone requests it.

You’ve been babysitting Will since he was nine and as a result you’ve become very protective of him and his friends. 

You and Jonathan have always worked as a team to make Will feel accepted. You started coming over every weekend to watch movies or listen to music with the two of them, making sure that it was stuff that he liked. 

You listen carefully when Will tries to explain D&D to and you smile at the way he talks about “Will the Wise” and the adventures he goes on with his friends. Eventually Will’s party gives you a rundown of how to play and you participate sometimes (usually reading lines for an NPC Mike wrote beforehand).

Dustin and Lucas really like having you around. They always try to impress you with random references and facts that are pretty cringe-worthy but you find them charming. 

Even when Joyce couldn’t afford to pay you after Lonnie left you still stick around because you care about Will so much. It kills you to see how he and his friends get bullied and you try to help any way you can but it doesn’t always work. 

You and Joyce have always been really close and she treats you like a daughter. 

After Will came back from the upside down you visited him every day in the hospital and brought him a box full of his favorite things (art supplies, books, his favorite movies). 

You never really recover from what happened but you try to be a pillar of strength for him. 

When Max moves to Hawkins you quickly get wind of her home life. You make it your mission to make sure she has a place where she can feel comfortable, letting her stay over at your house whenever she needs a break from Billy or Niel. 

Max has never been traditionally “girly” but you help her feel comfortable in her femininity. Painting her nails, braiding her hair, taking her shopping for clothes because her mom is too overbearing, etc. 

She’s always struggled with finding positive female role models but you show her the strength in being vulnerable and tell her that she doesn’t have to act tough all the time.

When Steve Harrington enters the picture you’re a little skeptical. He never seemed like the kind of person who would spend his time worrying about anyone but himself and his asshole friends. You’re especially worried about Dustin trying to emulate him but soon enough you come around. He shows you that he cares about the kids just as much as you do even if its in a different way. You start to bond and anytime he worries about people still seeing him as “King Steve”, you assure him that he’s a great guy who’s doing his best. 

Eleven is your baby. After season two you make a point of treating her like a normal preteen girl. When she grows out her hair you buy her clips and look in every magazine to find hairstyles that she can wear. 

When Lucas and Max get together they break up constantly which leads to Lucas crying on your doorstep begging you to help him get her back. Lucas insists that he did it himself because he’s just that smooth (and he’s embarrassed about blubbering in your arms about missing Max). 

When Dustin comes back from camp you’re the only one who believes him about Suzie being his girlfriend. You even talk with her on Cerebro and quickly become pen pals. 

After season 3 you like to keep tabs on Erica. Mostly just to check if she’s having any problems sleeping after what happened on the Fourth of July, or sometimes just to hear her rant about her D&D character. 

You and Mike have an interesting relationship. He’s been Will’s best friend for as long as you remember and has been one of the only people who’s ever made him feel normal but at the same time he’s put that boy through the emotional wringer. 

He annoys you a lot of the time but at the end of the day you know he’s a good kid and who doesn’t have a lot of love in his life. 

Sometimes Mike comes to you about stuff he doesn’t tell anyone else. He sees you as one of the only older people in his life who won’t scold him for his mistakes. You always tease him or set him straight but at the end of the day you let him know you care.

You're the first person Will ever comes out to, and you make sure to guard that secret with your life.

At the end of the day all the kids love you and feel like they can come to you for anything, especially end-of-the-world stuff <3.

#stranger things #stranger things headcanons #stranger things x reader #will byers #mike wheeler #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #erica sinclair #max mayfield #el hopper #steve harrington #jonathan byers #joyce byers #the party

[corrodedbisexual]

Peeling fruits is a love language

Steddie (+ bg Ronance) | G | fluff | ~1200w

AO3 link

A little sketch inspired by this tumblr post, because it screamed Steve Harrington to me.

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Since the kids are hanging out at his place at least once a week, Steve starts buying more healthy snacks, so that they don't just stuff themselves on chips, peanuts and candy bars they bring with them all the time. He makes sure a large bowl in his living room is always filled with some fruits. Unfortunately, with things like oranges or grapefruits, turns out it results in sticky stains all over the carpet as the kids tend to rip into the skin like animals, squirting the juice everywhere (one time, Dustin even got some in Mike's eye, starting a screaming match that made Steve's ears ring).

So from now on, Steve just peels the fruits himself before passing them around. (He even keeps a small knife next to the bowl to peel the apples for El, simply because she doesn't like biting through the skin.)

Pretty soon, he starts doing the same thing for Robin when she's around, because she claims her nails are too fragile and she doesn't want to break one. Steve rolls his eyes and doesn't comment on the fact that her nails were just fine opening that soda can five minutes ago; he's rewarded with a grin as he peels a large grapefruit for her. And by proxy, for Nancy, because Robin hands one half over to her, which she accepts with a shy smile. It's something Robin does every time, Steve soon learns. Sometimes, he wonders what's going on between them, but decides not to pry. Robin will tell him when she's ready.

A week later, everyone's gathered in his living room again. The boys and Erica have their D&D game with Eddie while the rest just hang out, Nancy and Robin painting each other's nails and discussing colleges, Max and El bent over a stack of comic books and skateboarding magazines. Steve, as usual, is on fruit peeling duty, between listening to and occasionally joining various conversations around the room. At this point, he doesn't bother pretending like it annoys him. In truth, he likes keeping his hands busy. And this little ritual has become just another part of him taking care of his strange found family, even in small ways when there is no major apocalypse to deal with these days.

Or, almost everyone. He can't help but notice that Eddie's the only one who didn't ask Steve to pass him any fruits. He wonders, but there could be lots of reasons. Maybe Eddie didn't want to get his notes stained. Or he's allergic to oranges. Or he just doesn't like fruits. Come to think of it, Steve has hardly ever seen Eddie eat anything other than cup noodles or pizza.

But also, Eddie can be really strange around Steve. Sometimes, he's his usual, loud, obnoxious self, making flirty jokes and poking fun at Steve. Other times, he's almost cautious, keeping his distance, barely meeting Steve's eyes.

During a bathroom break in the middle of their game, Eddie approaches him with a teasing grin. "So what, that's a new item on the list of babysitter duties, Stevie? Peeling oranges for everyone?"

Robin grins at him from the other end of the couch. "Oh, not everyone. We're just special. Peeling fruits is Steve's new love language, apparently."

Her tone is teasing, and Steve rolls his eyes, but what she says isn't far from the truth.

And just like that, Eddie goes into distant mode. Nods, mumbles something about needing another soda and heads for the kitchen. And part of Steve wonders if maybe, Eddie doesn't know that this is something he could ask for.

He knows that he loves Eddie. He's still not sure what kind of love it is, it's certainly different from his love for Robin, or Nancy these days, or the kids. But he knows he does. Because of something the man told him himself once, actually, about what a sign of true love is; and Steve knows that if needed, he'd walk into the Upside Down and bite through a thousand more bats for any of the people in this room without a moment's hesitation. Any of them. But the gates are all closed, and grand gestures like that are no longer necessary, so he just makes sure everyone he loves is safe, and fed, and happy, occasional mother hen jokes be damned. And it doesn't sit right with him that Eddie isn't aware that includes him.

So he decides to fix it. Later that night, when everyone's gathering their stuff to head home, arguing loudly over who's going to get a lift from Nancy instead of taking their bikes, Steve asks Eddie to stay another while, have a few beers, watch a movie. And Eddie agrees, as easily as always, even if that strange, distant look is not yet completely gone from his eyes. As he puts on some horror flick, Steve tries not to dwell on the fact that he doesn't actually remember Eddie ever saying "no" to him.

Ten minutes or so into the movie (that looks terrible so far, but of course Eddie insists it's an absolute masterpiece), Steve reaches for the fruit bowl, grabs the final orange from it. Looks over at Eddie, who averts his eyes immediately towards the TV. Aiming for a casual tone, Steve holds it up to him.

"Hey, Eddie. You want one?"

Eddie's eyes are back on him, watching him with an unreadable expression for a moment. "Uh. Yeah, sure." Eddie reaches out, but Steve doesn't let him take the fruit, instead bringing it into his lap and quickly working on removing the skin. He doesn't know why his heart suddenly beats faster.

When he finally looks up, handing the now peeled fruit to Eddie, he's met with the most brilliant smile. Slowly, Eddie takes it, spins it around in his hands a few times, biting his lip, as if lost in thought. And then, he splits the orange in half and wordlessly holds one half of it out for Steve.

Suddenly, with that bizzarre silent exchange, everything clicks for Steve. Like puzzle pieces all coming together. There's the puzzle of Robin and Nancy he's pretty sure he's figured out now. But more importantly, the puzzle that's him and Eddie. His own uneven heartbeat and Eddie's sudden mood swings. His eyes always getting drawn to Eddie like a magnet, following him around the room. Eddie's smiles for him, always soft even when he's teasing. His 'Stevie', like warm rays of spring sunshine against Steve's skin.

Steve only waits long enough for both of them to finish eating their orange halves before taking a leap of faith, shuffling closer and reaching for Eddie's hand. Eddie stares at their joined hands with a look of disbelief, then chuckles quietly and looks up, his smile almost blinding up close.

Their first kiss tastes like oranges, their lips a little sticky, and so are probably their hands buried in each other's hair, but it's not like either of them cares.

(Days later, the first time they move on from couch makeouts to his bedroom, the first time Steve takes the shirt off of a slightly trembling Eddie, he can't help himself. "You know, if peeling fruits is a love language, you're totally my new favorite fruit." It's stupid and corny, but it makes them both laugh so hard neither of them is nervous anymore after that.)

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #fanfic #steddie fic #misha-bawlins fanfic #once again i have given myself diabetes with my own writing #food is a love language #stranger things

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

A Warm Cabin

Jim Hopper x Reader

Summary: Hopper comes home from work to his girls.

A/N: request by @leo-heart

- Hi, I just saw that you are taking Hopper requests and I wanted to ask for something fluffy, where reader is taking care of Jane for the day and hopper comes back home to find them asleep on the couch or something. Just really, really fluffy, please. Set during season 3.

The dirt road leading up to the cabin was worn down from all the times Jim Hopper’s truck had driven it - back and forth, from here to there, and each time, whatever stress or annoyance that had been bugging him, faded as he got closer to home. Tonight, he was in a particularly great mood – work was effortless, Flow hadn’t bugged about his smoking, and he had a bag of take out to share with his girls. The truck came to a stop, and he turned off the truck. Seeing the lights on still, he got out of the car and tossed the cigarette he was smoking – making sure to step on it as he ascended the steps to the cabin. He unlocked the front door and walked in, expecting to see Eleven and you watching television on the couch. The television was off and when he checked his watched, he saw that The Golden Girls, a new sitcom you had enjoyed, was about to come on.

Closing the door behind him, making sure everything was locked up, he went to place the takeout on the table and turned to the couch. You were in a sitting position but slouched back – El’s head was resting on your lap and the two of you were holding hands, fast asleep. He watched for a moment, pure joy on his face, as you snored a little. Giving the room a glance, he saw about a dozen bottles of nail polish on the coffee table, along with the latest teen magazines and when he drew closer to the couch - he caught a glimpse of red hair on El’s bed. He walked over to where you sat and kneeled beside you, placing a hand on your shoulder – he gave it a few rubs before your eyes fluttered up. Your hazy smile made him grin and he stood up, leaning down to put a kiss on your forehead.

“Hey, sweetheart, sorry I’m late,” he apologized, receiving your hand when you held it out to him. His fingers tangled with yours and he gave it a gentle squeeze. “I got hamburgers and fries.”

“Maxine’s sleeping over,” you yawned.

“I figured,” Hopper chuckled, nodding to his daughter. “How did you tire out two teenage girls?”

You shrugged, brushing hair away from El’s face. “I let Mike and Lucas come over – they played like ten rounds of rubber necking with the girls.”

Hopper’s eyes narrowed and he sighed. “Why do you want to give me a heart attack?”

A laugh erupted from Eleven’s room, and you laughed. “That one is a handful though.”

“I heard that,” Max hummed out, the sound of her moving around the bedroom stirred El awake. She sat up and welcomed her father home, getting up to give him a hug before disappearing into her room. Hopper took the opportunity to sit next to you, gathering you into his arms. His body felt warm and inviting, as your head rested against his shoulder.

“Long day at work?”

“Not too bad,” he answered, his fingers dancing up and down your shoulder. You gazed up at him and smirked, his face proud and at ease.

“Content looks good on you, Jim,” you noted.

He shrugged, suddenly bashful. “Yeah, I guess so.”

You laughed at his embarrassment and called for the girls. “Come get the food! Golden Girls is about to start.”

Hopper groaned when you nudged him to grab the remote, he handed it over. “Go get out of the uniform, I’ll grab us some beer.”

Doing as he was told; he gave you a false annoyed glare when you smacked him on the behind as he got up. Max groaned, catching the act as she walked into the living room, explaining that it was total gross. You laughed and got up from the couch to grab the beers from the fridge. Hopper walked into the bedroom but came back out – standing in the doorway as he took in the scene before him. El was gathering the plates for the takeout and you were allowing Max to pop open the beer bottles – which made him wonder what else you allowed the girls to do when he was gone. The two of you were terrible parents, he noted, smiling when you quickly snatched the bottles from the teen. Of course, Max had her own family, but she had become such an important fixture in this home – he liked to tease that you had given birth to the fiery girl, since the two of you were so much alike.

Then there was El, his little girl.

You had effortlessly filled the role of mother, had fallen in love with Eleven, just as he did. She was truly his and yours – both of you would and have done everything to keep her safe. You loved her and it showed, with every glance and hug. He could spend a lifetime in this small cabin, existing with the three of you – watching as you danced around with the girls or gave them important life lessons, offering up personal experiences about love and growing up. Smiling when he would get moody about the boys coming around too often and always kissing him on the cheek, reminding him that they were all just young. He knew he was lucky to have you – a wonderfully, beautiful person. Who never walked away from his baggage or grumpy days, the hardship of keeping El a secret for so long and the hardship of letting her grow into her own person.

He was thankful for you, for the love you provided that warmed this once cold cabin.

“Hey, Sheriff doofus, you coming to eat or what?”

Max gave Hopper an annoyed look as she took her place next to Eleven on the floor, who was holding back a smile as she changed the channel on the television. He glared at the red head, holding back a smile when he noticed you trying to contain a laughter in the kitchen. Rolling his eyes, he told her to be quiet.

“Just eat your damn food,” he grunted, giving you a wink as he disappeared into the bedroom to change.

You moved onto the couch and placed the beers on the table.

“Here, Mom,” El said effortlessly, eyes glued to the screen, as she handed over a plate of food to you.

“Thanks, babe,” you cooed, nudging Max with your foot. “Take it easy on Hop, his wit isn’t as fast paced as yours. “

Smiling with pride, Max shrugged as she snacked on a fry. “He’s not that bad…”

“He’s pretty cool,” Eleven agreed, her eyes widening as the show started. “– it’s on! Dad!”

Hopper, having heard the entire exchange because all the women in his life only could speak above a yelling level, emerged from the bedroom. He had changed into more comfortable clothes and when you patted the seat next to you on the couch, he smiled. He moved across the room and took his place, giving Eleven’s hair a little ruffle when she handed over his food. Smiling when Max casually passed the beer to him off the coffee table, shushing everyone when the Golden Girls theme started. He took a long sip and when the two of you exchanged a knowing smile, all he could feel was contentment in his heart.

#jim hopper x reader #hopper x reader #jim hopper #stranger things

[123pixieaod]

pilot!Max x backpacker!Daniel 👨‍✈️✈️💼

Part 6!

Part 1: Part 5

Ru in NL on yhe 14th???

I can be there for that weekend

If you'd like me to be :)

Max teases his teeth along the edges of his thumb nail, feeling the delicate skin catching and tearing.

Is there a tattoo conference on then?

He types, and then immediately backspaces.

I would of course like to see you again

He stares at the pixilated lettering, finger hovering between the send and backspace.

"You're not getting anything?"

He quickly locks the phone, looking up to see Lando wandering over, arms ladened with jellies of various toxicities.

"No," Max says, pocketing the phone. "Because I'm actually not a toddler and therefore don't need to structure my day with sugar breaks.

Lando rolls his eyes. "Whatever. Don't come crying to me when you suddenly get a hankering for jelly tots 35,000 feet above the nearest WHSmiths."

"Noted," Max replies dryly. "Now, can we go and find Sebastian before he sends a search team out?"

"Relax," Lando rolls his eyes again, not unlike a child whose just discovered the gesture and now can't get enough of it. "That's just Sebastian being Sebastian. We still have two hours before lift off. Oodles of time."

"I don't think that's technically-"

Max breaks off with a long enduring sigh, watching as Lando completely ignores him and dives back into the crowded stationary store.

After a beat, he follows him, trying not to notice the looks he's getting from the rest of the customers. Their eyes scan his crisp dark uniform, the brazen red striped pins adorned to his lapel.

F1 Wings.

The best there is.

"You know, the papers with free crayons and colouring pictures are in the next aisle," he says, watching Lando pick up some racing magazine, fingers flicking through the glossy pages.

"Ha ha," Lando replies, eyes bright as he rotates the paper, taking in the full spread of the newest model of a car.

Max returns to his phone, opening up Daniel's still unanswered message.

I'm not sure, he answers honestly, I'll have to check my rota

What are you doing in NL?

Hopefully seeing you ;), Daniel replies instantly.

But also there's a tattoo conference I've been invited to

I wasn't going to go to it

But I could

If you would be their

And you'd want me to be their too

It's there not their, Max types out to give himself time to think

Ahh... You're wanting I to be there ;)

Max scoffs in disbelief

You set that all up for not even a grammatically correct punchline?

What can I say, Im a man of many talents

"Holy shit," Lando exhales. Max's head whips up before he relaxes, seeing Lando is just in front of the best seller shelf.

"They're these things called books," he tells him. "Mysterious, I know, but those weird little symbols are called letters and convey meaning. "

Lando gives him a look. "I know that. I just meant I can't believe they're selling this one."

"This what -?" The question dies on Max's lips when he sees the novel Lando is holding.

His father's face stares back, expression grin. JOS VERSTAPPEN - IN HIS OWN WORDS, letters embossed on the cover.

"Put that back, " Max hisses, grabbing the hardback and roughly slamming it back on the shelf.

"Hey! I was thinking of getting it! Everyone seems to have read it, a pilot probably -"

"Oh yeah? And how would that look for everyone else here? A F1 Wings cadet buying Jos Verstappen's autobiography?!" Max demands, voice a furious hiss. He feels strangely detached from his body, as if this is a dream and it's not really him whose fists are clenched and whose glaring at Lando.

Lando pales, and then nods. "Shit yeah, you're right, I didn't even consider -"

"No. You didn't. Because you're a fucking idiot," Max continues to hiss. Lando's brows pinch together.

"Thats not fair, its -"

"You're such a fucking idiot," Max repeats, low hiss. He turns and walks away, blood still rusbing in his ears. Like staring at the sun, the afterimage of his fathers face is burnt into his retinas. Arms crossed, lips thin. The same face which told Max to try harder, to repeat the exams, to study until he cant keep his eyes open.

You're going to redeem the family name, aont you? You're going to show the world what the true meaning of being a Verstappen.

"What the fuck?" Lando calls, hurrying after him. Max pictures it, the way his expression shifts, the remorse calcifying into hardness.

A hand catches his elbow, forcing Max to stop.

"What's crawled up your arse?" Lando demands, cheeks flushed with anger.

"Maybe I'm just tired of fucking babysitting you," Max spits out.

"Maybe you need to learn some fucking manners," Lando replies in like.

Max jerks his arm free from Lando's grasp. He's fucking tired. It feels as if a knife's edge had racked along his skin, cutting away the niceties he's fought to accumulate. He's so fucking tired.

"You can be a real -"

"Afternoon."

Lando shuts up as Sebastian seemingly materialises behind them. He gives Max a genial smile despite how sharp his gaze is, darting between the two men.

"Hi," Lando mutters, angling his body away from Max.

"Afternoon," Max forces himself to reply, aware of how tensed and strained he sounds. They're standing a little away from the shop, but he's still aware of the eyes following them, the gazes taking the trio in.

"Anything the matter?" Sebastian continues in his pleasant tone. Fuck him and his fucking Yoda-like countenance.

"No," Max spits out at the same time Lando shakes his head, still looking resolutely away from him.

"Good," Sebastian says. "Will we get going then? Max, Lando?"

"Sounds good," Lando mutters as Max grunts in accord.

As they walk through the airport towards their terminal, Max walks behind the other two. Lando is ladened with sweets and is happily answering Sebastian's questions on developments in his favourite TV show, tension and anger already forgotten about. Max takes out his phone, still open on the text conversation with Daniel.

He wants to warn him. Explain he's not the sort of person Daniel wants in his life, that there's a reason he has no friends, only acquaintances.

If he was selfless, he would do it. But if he was selfless, then there wouldn't be a problem.

Yes, I'd love to see you

#angsty Max! #jos finally makes an appearance #dun dun dun #sorry this took so long #cut to daniel in some coffee shop in vietnam trying to reorganise his entire schedule to get to see max again #staying up late in order to text max at what would be a reasonable hour in europe #flicking to instagram and mindlessly scrolling as he waits for max to reply #feeling so stupid that he's fallen so hard for some guy he's only met twice #pilot au #my writing #my fic