#lumax drabble

[stobinesque]

Stobinesque's 250 Follower Celebration

Hey! Hello! There are 250 of you here somehow! Thanks so much, all. It's been a couple of years since I was really active in a fandom, and there's been so much enthusiasm and encouragement for newbies here 💙

In celebration, I am borrowing some inspiration from @wynnyfryd and @steddieas-shegoes' Steddie Microfic challenge, and will be writing 250 word drabbles based on prompts you all send in!

I'll be accepting prompts from now through Friday, August 25th for a ship/pairing/group dynamic + a one word prompt [e.g. "Stobin + music"]. (Depending on how many asks I receive I may either extend the window for requests, or close them early.) Please read this whole post before sending in an ask!

What I'll Write

Any Steve pairing/group dynamic (e.g. Scoops Troop) (excluding Harringr*ve)

Any Robin ship/pairing

Any Lucas-centric prompts

What I Won't Write

NSFW content with characters under 18-years-old

Romantic ships between one of the younger teens and one of the older teens

Romantic ships between Robin and a man

Rules

Send an ask with a character pairing/group dynamic + a one word prompt (I will accept un-hyphenated compound words; e.g. 'ice cream')

Specify if you would like the pairing/group to be platonic or romantic*

Specify if you would like the drabble to be SFW or NSFW**

Make sure any romantic/NSFW requests follow my "What I Won't Write" guidelines!

Let me know of any squicks, triggers, or tropes you would not like to see in the drabble.

I write a 250 word drabble based on your prompt! (I will be using Scrivener's native word counter since that's the application I draft in, and doesn't require me putting spaces around my em-dashes 😂)

I'm currently working on my final Summer Challenge Fic, so while I'll be filling prompts as quickly as I can, I probably won't get through all of them right away. If you send me a prompt, I will fill it, it just might take a bit!

*if you would be equally okay with a platonic or romantic version of the prompt, there's no need to specify **if you don't specify and you send me something that matches my "What I'll Write" guidelines for NSFW stuff, you're reasonably likely to get a smutty drabble 😏

no pressure tags for visibility! @inairbinad @spicysix @devondespresso @steves-strapcollection @eriquin @delta-piscium @theheadlessphilosopher @starryeyedjanai @scarcrossdlvrs @patchworkgargoyle

[hellcheercaine]

The last day of 1989

Billy wakes up after a long night of drinking and reminiscing about his newfound friendships. He glances at the black book on his table and Steve, who is asleep on the couch.

Billy begins to flip the pages of the journal Steve bought for him and readies to hold his pen.

Writing has become Billy's refuge, and he has learned to open up, especially when things get tough.

As much as Lucas, Mike and Will empathise with Billy's plight, he can't help but feel sorry for himself, thinking of the skirmish he almost had with Lucas when they first met.

However, as of now, all is good. Lucas often asks Max about Billy and sometimes joins him for swims, which Billy often uses to cope with his daily stress.

It was through that year that Billy slowly saw a change in himself. He is no longer the person who tries to put on a tough front, even when things aren't going well.

Billy has finally learned to speak up with Steve's help. It is hard, but he is still trying. Sometimes, it is okay to ask for help—it has become a daily reminder that Billy is trying to grasp while not returning to his old ways of concealing his struggles. Billy glances at his watch, flips over the last blank page of his journal and begins journalling his thoughts. When he is done, Steve wakes up.

Although the journal is one of Billy's personal possessions, Steve respectfully and curiously inquired, "Mind if I take a look?"

"Sure," Billy smiled and looked at Steve. A warmth spreads through him as though welcoming Steve into his memories encapsulated in the journal.

Steve begins to flip the pages of Billy's journal. The journal was a canvas of the struggles and turmoil he faced within himself in moments when he tried to open himself to others or cope with his daily life.

In the midst of it all, there are light-hearted moments, such as the fishing trip he had last summer with Lucas, Max, Eddie and Chrissy. Laughter and gasps filled the room while Billy and Steve read the journal.

After reading the last page of Billy's journal, Steve sheds a tear with a genuine smile on his face. "Billy, this is beautiful. I'm proud of the person you've become, ever since when we first met."

Billy gives Steve a hug. It was the tightest, warmest, and longest hug Steve had ever felt. As they walked out of the house, beers in hand, they clinked their bottles as the clock struck midnight.

1990. The start of a new year.

"Here's many more with you," Steve smiled. "Never stop changing for yourself."

Billy nods. He gulps his beer, looking at the stars. As the fireworks filled the sky, Billy and Steve welcomed the year with a newfound joy and gratitude, hopeful of what the new year would bring for them.

[lingeringmirth]

too still

Stranger Things | Lumax, Lucas centric | Rating: T | Words: 100 | Drabble, Angst, major canonical character injury , S4 missing scene.

cw: major character injury (no graphic description)

A/N: This is actually my first lumax and first time writing Lucas' pov.

Also here on AO3.

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Lucas holds Max in his arms and he cries. He knows he should get up, should run, call an ambulance, but he can’t move.

Erica finds him there, his fingers to Max’s weak pulse, his vision blurry with his tears.

She runs.

‘I’m sorry… Don’t go. Please, Max.’

Death has brushed by him before, but never like this since they thought Will was dead, and that hadn’t been like this… he hadn’t been in love with him.

Max is too still, maybe too broken to be mended. He can’t lose her.

The sound of sirens has never sounded as welcome.

[polyamorous-elevenv2]

I felt like writing angst, so here’s lumax hurt/comfort drabble for you, loves.

Words: 736

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“Hey, hey, talk to me here.” Lucas’ soft voice interrupted Max’s spiral of pathetic thoughts. She was lying on the hospital bed, looking at the ceiling, not being able to move or feel anything in her body. It was annoying and if she had more water in her system, she would cry angry tears, but because she was still exhausted and dehydrated, she could only stare at the ceiling, hoping it won’t stare back at her this time. Without Vecna around, that is.

“But it’s stupid. And… not that important, anyway.” She sighed, hearing her groggy, hoarse voice. She wasn’t supposed to sound like that. The only thing keeping her talking was the doctor, who said that talking would make her voice and throat better with time. She swallowed hard before speaking. “I’m just emotional, that’s all.”

“MadMax.” Was all that Lucas said, but Max could see in her imagination his puppy-like eyes, begging her to open up to him. It’s the sight that would probably annoy her long ago, but now, she wished she was able to see it again. And she didn’t want to open up, not really, not to Lucas or anyone else. After everything that happened, she was just really fucking tired. 

But she felt helpless and vulnerable, so she thought: fuck it. Just this one time.

“Just- Just don’t laugh.” She said finally, gathering her courage before hearing him hum in agreement. “I just- I had that stupid dream that maybe- in some future or whatever, I would be able to, you know, walk down the isle on ou- my wedding day.” She corrected herself, not wanting to be too vulnerable at once, and although she was pretty sure Lucas did catch that, he didn’t comment or laugh, so she continued. “But here I am. Everything will be known in the future, weeks, months, I don’t even know, and right now, all I can do is lay here, and- and I can’t even turn my head to look at you. It’s- I feel so weak and helpless and angry, and I, I can’t do anything about it, Lucas. It’s tiring.”

She still couldn’t cry or move to look at him, so she did the only thing she could - lick her lips, trying to wet them, if only a little. It was better than just staring at the ceiling, but God, was it pathetic as hell. Her thoughts were a mess. Max knew Lucas enough to know that he wouldn’t just leave her alone - he said that much, just after she woke up a few days ago - but part of her was still scared that after hearing her helpless vulnerable self, he will just walk away. And that made that whole experience even scarier than it already was for her.

But before she could say something again, try to joke or mock him maybe, Lucas’ face came into her view. He wasn’t grinning, and she could tell by the bags under his eyes that he was tired, but… but she saw very clearly that bright, genuine smile on his face, and that overwhelming love in his eyes, that still could make Max’s heart flutter, even after so long of not being together.

“It’s not stupid.” His voice firm, as he slowly lowered himself to her face, and gave her a peck on the cheek, keeping his lips a little longer on her skin than necessary. “You can do it. I know you can. You will be able to walk and dance, and kick asses in no time! And, after all, hey. You’re my MadMax. You’ve already rocked my world with your badassery, so I’m sure you can do it again.” 

Max felt a lump form in her throat, seeing his grin and hearing those words. Lucas was so good for her, too good, really. But he was her rock, and she knew that he will be there for her no matter what.

Feeling emotional, Max was now grateful, that she wasn’t able to cry.

“Y,You are so, stupid, Stalker.” She said, trying to hide her affection with playful insult, knowing that Lucas will understand her anyway. And she didn’t say that words, yet, she couldn’t do it just now, but hoped that she could deliver that two important words to Lucas with her smile and her eyes alone—the appreciation of just being with her all this lonely time.

I love you.

[jugheadtheredhead]

sfw requests r open!!

alright im caving. while not feeling completely up to writing new chapters for anything, i am desperate to write something 😭😭

so x reader, x oc, and pairings requests r now open!! just send me ur asks w whatever u want for the following fandoms/characters

criminal minds

🩷 x reader/oc: i will do any of the characters from the team x reader or x oc but i LOVE writing elle, garcia, and morgan specifically

🩷 pairings: morcia, galvez, spencelle, hotchi, jemily, jelle, jarcia, ellemily, rossi x gideon, gideon x hotch

harry potter/marauders

🩷 x reader/oc: harry, ron, fred, george, lee jordan, hermione, ginny, luna, cedric, angelina johnson, lily evans, marlene, remus, sirius, peter, james, regulus, dorcas, mary, pandora, evan, barty, bellatrix, narcissa, alice, andromeda, and rita

🩷 pairings: ronmione, linny, lee x george, lee x fred, jily, jegulus, jegulily, regulily, pandalily, wolfstar, dorlene, marylene, marylily, quillkiller, nobleflower, and rosekiller

the hunger games

🩷 x reader/oc: finnick, annie, johanna, katniss, peeta, haymitch, cashmere, gloss, enobaria, lucy gray, sejanus, and cinna

🩷 pairings: odesta, johannie, everlark, hayffie, cashbaria, clato, and glarvel

mean girls(2024)

🩷 x reader/oc: regina, damien, janis, cady, gretchen, karen, and aaron

🩷 pairings: rejanis, fetchen, cady x aaron, ms norberry x mr duvall

stranger things

🩷 x reader/oc: max, lucas, dustin, mike, will, el, steve, robin, nancy, eddie, jonathan, argyle, and chrissy

🩷 pairings: lumax, elumax, byler, elmax, steddie, platonic stobin, ronance, hellcheer, buckingham, and jargyle

note: i will not do anything beyond making out and i will do angst and fluff :) if a character/pairing was not mentioned, but u want to request it, feel free to ask anyways and i will respond privately if i dont feel comfortable doing it. i can do head canons or full-on drabbles, u pick! i can also do platonic pairings or x reader/oc

as for introductions, im a chronic flirter with an obsession for reading who is loved by one(@siriusblackwannabe)

for more writing, go to my ao3:

[strangerthings-writer]

Welcome To My Page!

• My name is Eddie, and I’m a 20 y/o trans man who just likes to write little fanfictions… and I’m an english major!

• This is a place for Stranger Things fans to come and submit drabble and one-shot requests of their favourite characters and/or ships that they want fan fiction of!

• This page has NSFW writings, so please keep that in mind when browsing this page!

• MASTERLIST

• Request Application

What will I write?

• I write both NSFW and SFW drabbles and one-shots

• I do “x readers” and ships

• I write fluff, sometimes angst, romance (ofc)… just ask!

• I write for MxM, WxW, MxW, t4t… anything you desire

• I can interpret your headcanons into my writings! If you headcanon Steve as a trans girl? Perfect! I can write that. Just let me know in your ask!

What won’t I write?

• Any ships that involve a minor with an adult

• Major character death (just uncomfortable to write for me) or extreme angst

• I will not write for kinks that are considered too extreme or gross (kinks I won’t write for are: scat, vomit, raceplay, ageplay, anything illegal). If you’re not sure if I’ll write for something send me a dm and ask me and I’ll let you know :) *I always content warning NSFW works*

What characters/ships do I write for?

• characters marked with * are characters I do NOT write NSFW for

Mike Wheeler*

Dustin Henderson*

Lucas Sinclair*

Max Mayfield*

Steve Harrington

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Beyers

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Chrissy Cunningham

Robin Buckley

Gareth*

Argyle

• ships marked with * are ships I do NOT write NSFW for

Stancy (Steve x Nancy)

Stommy (Steve x Tommy)

Jancy (Jonathan x Nancy)

Ronance (Nancy x Robin)

Buckingham (Robin x Chrissy)

Jargyle (Jonathan x Argyle)

Steddie (Steve x Eddie)

Harringrove (Steve x Billy)

Mungrove (Eddie x Billy)

Hellcheer (Eddie x Chrissy)

Calicheer (Chrissy x Billy)

Lumax (Lucas x Max)*

Byler (Will x Mike)*

Henclair (Dustin x Lucas)*

More to add soon…

text divider credit goes to cafekitsune

[nancythebisexualslutwheeler]

Ok but like 5 years from now truly if Lucas doesn’t hear first day out by tee grizzley and then start wearing a big ass chain and Max isn’t like what the fuck and Erica is like play that song about ripping a weave out one more time nigga and Max starts laughing and she’s like “honestly it’s really disrespectful to women” and Lucas is like… “Max our neighbors do crack, this song applies to us a little bit,” and then she nods and she’s like “Erica I gotta call relationship team on this one” and she gasps because Max always calls girl power and Erica flips them both off before storming back up to her room and Lucas grins at Max before turning up the soundbar: My first offer was 30 years, not a day lower I told them crackers holler at me when they sober

[michael-hearteyes-wheeler]

Request: First “I love you” - Lumax

Before i get into it I just want to say that @thezoomermax wrote a drabble for this that is completely perfect and super accurate. So accurate that I had a really hard time coming up with anything because I honestly think that what she wrote was 100% how it would go down. So this is (in my mind) what a more serious Lumax ‘I Love you” interaction would be like, maybe after they had already broken the tension with what Rachel wrote. 

Hope you enjoy!

Being ‘in love’ was never something that Max cared about. Her parents had been in love at some point, and that turned out like shit. Her mom and her new husband said they loved each other, but she didn't believe anyone could actually love a man like that, and she seemed more complacent then actually happy. Maybe love is only for people in movies, and regular people just find someone that they can put up with, and that's who they end up marrying. Maybe some people do fall in love, but only for a little while. Maybe love is just something that people make up to feel less lonely then they actually are. Either way she knew she didn't care about.

Her and Lucas had been together for a few months, and it was practically perfect. He was the most fun person she had ever met, even if he was a dork. He was genuine, and always listened, and actually cared about her feelings and what she had to say. Some of the things that she opened up to him about, she had never told anyone in her entire life. They clicked in every way. She liked him, and loved spending time with him, she liked going on ‘dates’, and adventures, and having long talks, and kissing him, and even holding his hand at school. She didn't need some word to tell her what he feelings meant, and she didn't want dumb labels making everything weird and confusing.

They were Lucas and Max, Stalker and Zoomer, best friends and partners in crime and that was good enough for her.

As the months progressed to did her feelings for him. It became less of this silly little crush, where they held hands until the D&D table, and kissed quickly when he walked her home. Now she found herself becoming jealous when other girls would flirt with him, and she started wanting to kiss him longer, and in public. She would kick herself for feeling so weird and clingy, but she just couldn't help it. He had sort of dropped an ‘I love you’ bomb before, but it was just sweet and harmless. It made her just as giddy as it did nervous.

She really liked him! And it was going to be the death of her, because she was finally going to realize how much.

It was a balmy summer day, and El was finally allowed out of the house, so the party was taking advantage on the break from school and spending as much time together as possible. They had spent all day at the lake, and even though it was no beach, it was still pretty fun. After all of the excitement wore off and everyone was ready to go home, Steve dropped them all off at Mikes house. Lucas volunteered to walk Max home, because it was sort of a novelty for them so spend any time alone together.

Lucas had been trying his best to stay clear of Max’s house, and more specifically her step-brother, but they had had such a good day he didn't want it to end. Max assured him that after Billy’s near brush with a crushed pelvis, he had left her alone and that if he tried anything she would pull out the bat that Steve had given her for just such an occasion.

They walked hand in hand down the street. The sun was sitting low in the sky, casting long orange streams of light across the road. Max had shocked everyone today by wearing a floral sundress over her swimsuit. She threatened to punch anyone who mentioned it, but Lucas thought he looked lovely. The little yellow flower patterns complimented her ivory skin, and fiery-hair, and he marveled over the orange freckles that dotted her legs. Her hair was wavy and stiff from the water, and Lucas imagined how pretty she must have looked when she lived near the ocean.

They talked idly about their day while the walked. They recounted the way Dustin had belly flopped while trying to jump from the rope swing, and how Will had won the breath holding contest. Max teased him for screaming like a little girl when he jumped off the tiny cliff, and he teased her being scared of the bass in the water. Eventually their conversation steered towards Mike and El, as it often did, and about how painfully lovesick they both were.

“God I know, Mike spent basically all day making puppy eyes at El. It was ridiculous.” Lucas scoffed, chuckling heartily.

“Ugh I know, El was even worse. Did you notice the way she was like always touching him? Like she couldn't be away from him for even a second.” She giggled. “Kill me if I ever act that way.”

“Gladly. Same here.” Lucas teased. They continued their strole, shoulders bumping against each other as they walked. “It is nice to see Mike back to his normal self though.” Lucas added after awhile.

“Yeah, he seems pretty happy.” Max sighed. “I'm just glad he isn't a jerk to me anymore.”

“I guess being in love has that effect on you.” Lucas laughed. Max laughed too, but then reeled for a moment. It was painfully obvious that Mike and El were in fact ‘in love’ but she wondered if they had actually said it or not. Max wasn't exactly the best at ‘girl talk’ but her and El told each other most things. It wasn't like it really mattered, if they had said it or not, but she wondered what that must mean for their relationship. She wondered if that really was what made them so sappy all the time.

After a few minutes of walking, the reached the road that Max lived on. They stood just down the hill from her house, out of sight from her family. This had become a bit a routine for them. Standing here in the sunset, holding hands and lingering a few minutes longer each time, not yet wanting to part ways, but not really having anything to say.

“I had a lot of fun with you today, Madmax.” Lucas grinned shyly. Max giggled, he always looked so dopey when he flirted, it was cute.

“I had fun today with you too, stalker. Thanks for inviting me.” She felt her face blush just slightly, and she wondered if this fluttery feeling would ever go away.

“It wouldn't have been the same with you.” Lucas smirked, wanting to make the conversation as long as possible.

“That's, true. I'm pretty great huh?” She teased, punched him lightly in the shoulder.

“Yeah really great!” Lucas said a little to quickly, either missing her sarcasm or failing at his own.

She laughed and shook her head at him. “You are just as bad as Mike.” She teased.

Lucas looked just slightly offended for a moment, but then he looked more embarrassed than anything else. He looked down at his feet and shrugged.

“Can you blame me?” He grinned crookedly, looking up at her while still facing the ground.

Max’s usual response would have been some sort of playful jab, or to poke fun at him for being such a sap, but all she could think about was her heart racing and her face growing warmer. She felt like a giddy school girl, all giggly and dumb, and she figured she would have plenty of time to make fun of him later. So she kissed him.

“Wha... what was that for?” He asked, eyes wide and bewildered.

“Because I have to kill you now.” Her face was serious and unreadable, and for a split second Lucas was worried that she was serious. He opened his mouth to say something but she cut him off with a hearty laugh. “Because you totally love me!”

Lucas blinked at her in surprise. He was speechless, but he tried to argue anyway, mumbling some sort of disagreement but mostly just turning deep red and babbling incoherent nonsense.

“You do! You totally love me!” She giggled, pulling him in closer by wrapping her arms around his neck. “But don't worry, Stalker. You have to kill me now too. Because I love you back.”

She pulled his head forward and kissed him tenderly, for longer than any kiss they had ever shared before. He wrapped his arms around her waist and when they broke apart, they learned their foreheads against one another. Max felt like she was full of swarming butterflies, and like she could just melt into the sunset, like a total waistoid. Lucas, based on the look on his face and the dopey glint in his eyes, was feeling the same. Like he could stand here forever.

“I love you, Max.” He whispered, his tone suddenly serious and intense, and full of emotion. He meant it, he meant every part of it, and for the first time Max understood that this is what love feels like. It's not the way they show it on TV. It can be simple, and easy, and fun, and an adventure, if its with the right person. And based on the way she felt, on the way she wanted to scream from the rooftops and sing and act like an idiot, Lucas was the most right for her a person could be.

“I love you too, Lucas.” She whispered back, her voice full of heartfelt adoration. She kissed him again, and hugged him tightly. And as the sun set around them, making her damp hair feel like ice on her shoulders, she was incredibly warm and content. She never wanted to leave this moment, and she finally understood why El looked like such a moron all the time.

Because being in love makes you feel stupid. Completely, wonderfully, positively, dreadfully stupid. And it's the best feeling in the world.

[withacapitalp]

“Okay, so now we add the water, right?”

“No! No water!” Steve practically shouted, grabbing the pot and holding it high above his head so Joyce couldn’t reach it, “Joyce, we’ve talked about this,”

She rolled her eyes, putting the measuring cup on the counter and sighing. Robin and the kids giggled from their spot in the living room, the parade turned down low so they could hear every bit of the clownery going on in the kitchen. Steve turned the evil eye on them and put one hand on his hip. 

“And, peanut gallery, if you want to have food, you’ll want to keep your snark at bay. Unless you want to be the ones in here helping me make an entire Thanksgiving meal for fourteen.”

“Always the mom,” Max sighed, patting her stomach, “I’ll have you know if we’re not eating by five o’clock sharp, Nugget here will be making Lucas drive us to McDonalds,” 

Steve waved her off and turned back to the stove, placing down the pot and stirring his perfectly prepared potatoes. It felt kind of weird to keep thinking of them as kids now that they were all graduating from college. But, to Steve, they would always be kids. No matter how tall, how old, how many nuggets of their own they had, those seven little kids would always be the stupid pre-teens that had given him his life. 

“Now, it’s important to remember to continue to whisk, or else they’ll get clumpy.” Steve instructed in a no nonsense tone. He had eaten enough of her radioactive cooking to know where she would start to lose sight of the final product. 

“Are you torturing my wife?” Hopper asked as he entered into the fray, grabbing another round of beers for him and the boys. Steve could just catch the sound of Jonathan and Wayne yelling at the TV in the bedroom upstairs, calling the referee out on some bullshit play. 

“This is the real question, Hop. Is your wife torturing my husband?” A voice came from behind him, soft and buttery. A voice Steve had desperately missed, even though this trip had only been a short few weeks.

Steve hummed, leaning back into Eddie’s arms and letting his eyes slip shut for a second. Eddie had only been in Chicago for three weeks to re-record something for his newest album, but to Steve it was always too long.  Warm pale arms littered with scars came up around him, fingers playing with the silver chain around his neck. No government would ever recognize it, they couldn’t really tell the world, but the ring on that chain was everything to Steve, just like the man who had given it to him. 

“She is,” Steve fake-whispered into Eddie’s ear, “She’s trying to poison us all with liquid potatoes,”

“Lucky for us, we have you,” Eddie whispered back, pressing a kiss to Steve’s cheek from behind, “God bless you, Mr. Potato Man.”

Steve snickered, turning around so he could fully face his partner. Eddie’s hair was shorter now than it was when they were young and stupid, and he was starting to get crows feet in the corner of his eyes.

He was more beautiful every time Steve saw him. 

“Quick! Eddie distract him while I put water in the potatoes!” Joyce cried. Eddie immediately went along with it, yanking Steve away from the stove and ignoring his protests as she began to experiment. Steve conceded defeat the second the paprika was pulled out of the cupboard. Some things would just never change. 

Eddie dragged him into the hallway, hiding them ever so slightly from the rest. 

“Glad to be home,” He murmured, hugging Steve close and resting their foreheads together. 

Home. The home Eddie had bought him all those years ago. The carpet in the living room was a soft cream now instead of gaudy orange, and there were boxes filled with mums in each window. The mold problem had been fully eradicated, but the screen door still swung open and shut in the wind. 

Steve didn’t mind it anymore.  It was just a part of the charm of their house. 

Their house. Even now it made his heart fill to the bursting to think of it. Their house.  

But now that Eddie was back, it was really home. 

[winterxisxcomingx]

Mike dumped El and she didn’t know what to do with herself.

It was a recent event, and both Max and Lucas started spending a lot of time with El, so she wouldn’t be alone. Hanging out outside or in one of their houses, or watching movies. Just doing things together. They just don't want to leave El alone.

Max suggested that instead of going on dates with Lucas, for some time they would just hang out with El, and Lucas was 100% on board with that idea.

So it was their reality for some time and it was fine, it was working until Eleven started behaves normally and smiling a lot and they didn’t stop hanging out, just three of them and then Max realized that their hangs out just changed into dates. Dates between three people.

They didn’t even realize that it was happening.

Three of them lying on a bed, close to each other, shoulders, hands and legs touching - nobody minded that.

Max holding El and Lucas’ hands, because it was more comfortable and she liked how one of them sometimes held her drink and she only was drinking it.

Lucas having his arms around both of them, when they were watching movie and sitting on the couch or sometimes even when they were walking in more lonely areas.

Eleven playing with Lucas and Max’s hands, and while firstly she always asked them if she can, after a while she just took their hands and played with their fingers out of habit

And those moments were one of the best moments in Max's life

"Shit" Max muttered one night, looking at El playing with their fingers and feeling Lucas’ arm around her shoulder.

It was time to visit old, good Robin.

[rosesradio]

updated my bio/pinned post to include things for drabbles ! ♡

[maxmayfield]

Bruises

One

A short series of random but kind of connected drabbles. This first one goes out to Ross over at @el-and-hop because it just seems fitting. 

Max sucked air in through her clenched teeth, her hands balled so tightly into fists she could feel her fingernails digging into her palms. She tried to focus on that feeling, on anything really, aside from the stinging sensation radiating from her knee all the way down to her ankle. 

What she actually wanted to focus on were Lucas’s hands; on how steady they were as they worked to disinfect the stupidly large cut on her lower leg. But if she allowed herself to watch her boyfriend’s familiar hands, then she’d have to concentrate on how much pain the alcohol-soaked cotton swab held lithely between his fingers was causing her. So she settled for watching the backs of her eyelids, keeping her eyes tightly shut. 

It wasn’t just her leg, although that was obviously a huge bummer. Despite the fact that it looked like something out of a shitty slasher flick, Max had always prided herself on having a pretty high tolerance for pain. But the pain of a bad fall coupled with the burn of embarrassment coursing through her veins was enough to make her feel shaky; enough for her to allow Lucas to draw her into the cramped bathroom in the Sinclairs’ front hallways; and enough for her to consent to his help after only minimal protests that she would be just tubular, thank you very much. 

“You okay?” Lucas glanced up at Max, his voice just as steady as his hands. He noticed the tiny beads of sweat at her hairline, the pallor that had settled deep into her already pale face—and he almost grinned. Max liked to pretend she was good at handling cuts and bruises, but he knew a part of that—a big part of it—was an act. Not that he’d ever interrupt it, because he also knew where that act came from; how Max had built it up to survive. She was the strongest person he knew, regardless of how she handled a split lip or a busted ankle. Lucas just wished he knew how to say that—how to really express it. 

Through pursed lips, Max made a small noise of assent, not bothering to look at Lucas. “It just stings like a bitch.” 

“My mom’s a nurse,” Lucas said matter-of-factly, keeping his smirk in check, “So she uses the real stuff.” 

Max didn’t reply, hoping her distracted nod was sufficient. Normally, she’d just clean her cuts with warm water and cheap soap and anything more than that was practically torture.

“Besides,” Lucas continued, cutting into her thoughts, “The trick is called the Hospital Flip. What were you expecting?” 

“I’ve done it before,” Max insisted, her eyes opening suddenly, and narrowing just as quickly, her voice raising an octave. 

“I’m sure.”

“It was badass.”

“I’m sure,” Lucas repeated, rolling his eyes, “More badass than the scar you’re going to have?”

“Are you—” 

“Kidding!” Lucas raised his arms in the air hurriedly, noting how, somehow, Max had blanched even more. In one swift movement, he shifted from his knees to his feet and twisted toward the sink to wash his hands.

“What about my band-aids?” Max asked in protest. Lucas turned to face her, eyebrow raised in amusement as he gestured toward her leg. 

Below the cuff of her loosely rolled up jeans, there were several bright pink floral bandages—definitely not of the “real stuff” nurse variety. Max almost frowned, but couldn’t quite get her lips to obey her brain. Lucas had been razzing her to distract her and that was enough to warrant a smile.

Pushing herself onto shaky legs, Max was all of a sudden just close enough to lean in and brush a quick kiss against his cheek. 

“Thanks,” she whispered, pointing toward her leg, “But I’ll get you for these things.”

“I’m sure,” Lucas said again—only this time, he meant it. Something in Max’s low voice made him entirely certain that he’d have to keep his guard up for the next three weeks at least. 

[nancythebisexualslutwheeler]

She comes out here a lot when she wants to think. She thought she’d discovered it first. Coming across it through the woods. Of course she saw the house a ways ahead of it, but given the state of the fence, shed and deck, she hadn’t thought anyone lived there.

Which is why she screams when someone calls out one day. Her green Converse and socks sat on the rock next to her, her feet in the cool shallow pond, toes barely brushing the rocks at the bottom. Her head had been tilted to the sky, eyes closed.

“Who are you?!” She demands.

“Who am I? Who are you?! I live here!”

And suddenly Max is embarrassed. And very very sad, because this is the place she could go to get away from it all, and now she’s lost that. She shoves her soaking wet feet into her shoes, forgoing socks altogether.

“Wait! I’m Lucas. You don’t have to go. I don’t mind.”

“Well I do. I don’t exactly come out here to be surrounded by people.”

“So you picked a pond in someone’s backyard?”

“You call that a backyard?! I thought this shit was abandoned!”

Lucas laughs loudly and he sits down. He’d been smart enough to wear sandals and he slides his feet into the water. He immediately picks up a rock off of the bottom, one of Max’s favorites,

“Hey, look at this! The orange and brown and it’s so smooth.”

He passes it to her and the smoothness of her thumb pad over the rock allows her to sit back down,

“I’m Max.”

Lucas swirls his feet around and eventually Max has to look away from the ripples and she slides her shoes off slowly, scared she might touch his feet when she slides hers in.

He stops swirling and very clearly keeps his feet to his side of the pond. She gives rock back to him and he tosses it back in the water. Max flinches at the soft noise it makes and before the boy can say anything, she digs down for her favorite rock. It’s small and rough and shaped slightly like a star. The best part is that it’s one of those black sparkly rocks that glimmered when you held them a certain way. That left residue on you if you held on too tightly or for too long.

“Holy shit, that’s gorgeous,” he says as she spins it slowly as if it’s a diamond she’s showing off. Well it’s hers and she is showing it off it’s just not a diamond, it’s a rock Max. Just a fucking rock.

“Know my own pond better than me. That’s a shame,” Lucas teases as Max passes him the rock.

They both laugh and he looks so cute and suddenly her whole day floats away. He hands the rock back to her and she twirls it one more time before tossing it gently in the pond.

When she looks up, he’s staring at her,

“I guess I’d better find my own favorite then, huh?”

Max squints at him, the sun is blinding and although the water is cool, her shirt is starting to stick to her back.

“I guess I’d better stick around and make sure you don’t pick a bad one.”

He grins and splashes her and she flips him off, which only makes him laugh, and they both dig for rocks until their fingers are pruny.

[michael-hearteyes-wheeler]

Could you do prompt #101 please! For lumax??

Hey friend! I know you sent this a long time ago but I haven't been focusing on drabble requests for a little while because I have several fics I am working on, so sorry! I got randomly inspired last night and wrote this and I am really happy with how it turned out, and I hope you are too!

Thank for the request, enjoy.

101) “Don’t be an asshole. Asshole.”

“Ugh I said stop following me, Sinclair!” Max groaned, stomping past Lucas in the middle of the empty road.

They had been fighting almost all evening. At this point he wasn’t even sure if he knew what the fight had been about in the first place, and he was positive that she didn’t, but they continued arguing nonetheless. And now she had reduced him to his last name, which in Max-language, is a low blow. For her, pet names were things like ‘stalker, dork, idiot, and dweeb’, she only ever called him by is actual name when he was in trouble, and just his last name meant… well it meant she was really pissed.

He was trying to walk her home, despite the arguing, but she didn’t want any part of it. The sun was setting behind them now, casting long blue shadows across the street. The faintest hint of orange still hung at the edge of the skyline, making her face look even more red hot with anger. He could tell she was serious, but everytime she whipped around to scold him, he just found himself chuckling, because even now she was still so beautiful.

The laughing definitely didn’t help.

“Lucas, Im serious! If you keep following me i’m going to punch you, and report you to Hopper for actually stalking me.” Her tone was dead serious, but it still had that hint of sarcasm that only Max could muster. So he laughed again.

“Lucas! Stop laughing, you dick!” She was seething, practically foaming at the mouth in outrage, but even she had to concede that the entire situation was ridiculous. Did she even remember why they started fighting? Something about him finishing her burger when she went to the restroom? God, that couldn’t really be it, could it?

Lucas watched the entire internal debate happening in her eyes. Her rage, she always was quick to anger, like a firecracker, and then the reluctance to continue yelling because she didn’t even know what was was mad about. He tried to hold his tongue. Tried to swallow the rising giggles in his throat, but it was a lost cause.

“Max, you are being so stupid.” He chuckled heartily, pointing at her like some grade school kid poking fun at another. She gasped in (almost) mock offence, her jaw open in surprise. Lucas rarely stood up to her (because usually it was his fault anyway), but this time she wasn’t sure whose fault it was, or who started it, or who was going to finish it.

“Me!? Why don’t you take a look at yourself, stupid!” A grin forced its way across her face, much without her consent. She could feel the laughter starting to rip through her chest.

“Hey! Don’t, be an Asshole, Asshole!” Lucas laughed harder, leaning over and holding his sides as if they would split open.

“I can’t help it! You are so easy to make fun of!” Now she was laughing full force too, leaning over with her hands on her knees across from him in the twilight.

The pair stayed that way for a long time. Laughing hard, snorting, pointing at one another, tears rising in their eyes, faces turning red, sides aching, and gasping for breathe.

“God you were so mad, you looked like you were about to have actual steam coming out of your ears!” He cackled.

“What about you? When you yell you get this dumb look on your face, like a grumpy turtle!” She squealed.

“A grumpy turtle!? Where do you even get that from?” Lucas stood up, wiping a tear from his eye and slowly walking towards her. Chuckling laughter still pulsed through him with each step.

“From your dumb grumpy turtle face.” She stood up too, her face bright pink and her eyes flooded with giggly tears. He was close enough to her now that she could have easily smacked him the way she wanted to earlier, but this time, after all of that laughter, she just punched him in the arm. Her signature gesture of forgiveness.

“Max, Im sorry for whatever I did. I’m sorry I drank your milkshake without asking, or for accidentally tugging your hair at the movies, or whatever it was that I did.” He face was earnest, and he reached a hand out and grabbed her balled fist.

She softened, smiling at him. He was so nice even when her temper got the best of her. “No, no Im sorry. I’m sorry that I blew up on you for probably no reason. That’s not cool and it isn’t your fault.”

“Hey, it’s okay. I get it, and I forgive you. Friends again?” He smiled bashfully, knowing full well that after three years of dating they were way more than friends. He reached his hand out for her to shake, the same way he always did when he got into a spat with the boys.

She considered the hand for a moment, and then brushed it aside, wrapping him into a warm hug instead. “Always friends, stalker.” She kissed his cheek, and used her favorite pet name for him, and he knew it was all over.

They joined hands and continued down the road to her house, enjoying the silence of the night save for a few mockingbirds and the occasional passing car. Happy that they had curbed one of their nastier fights with laughter. Soothing their tension with fun was always there go to, just another reason they were so perfect together.

“Hey, stalker?” She asked coolly. He turned to her to listen. “I don’t think it was because you pulled my hair at the movies. I think it was the burger thing.”

“Oh shit yeah that’s right! Sorry about that, I can pay you back for it.” He suddenly remembers scarfing down her burger in practically a single bite.

“No its cool, I think I know another way you can make it up to me though.” She smiled, still facing forward as they approached her house.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” He saw the gears turning in her eyes. Owing Max a favor was almost never something you wanted. It had landed him in detention a couple of times.

“Sneak over tonight.” She turned to face him just at the edge of her yard and pulled him into a hug, her lips close to his ear. “So we can finish where we left off in the movies, when you pulled my hair.”

And with that she turned and sauntered away, not even granting him a passive glance as she stepped inside her house. He must have looked crazy, standing out in her yard with his mouth hanging open like a moron, but he didn’t care. He turned to walk home, thanking God, or the universe, or some grand High Elf Wizard, or whoever it was that brought the most amazing and wonderful girlfriend into his life.

Maybe he needed to pick stupid fights more often.

Or maybe Max was just perfect.

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