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Stranger Things: Max Mayfield: ISTP 6w5
Myers Briggs: ISTP
Ti: Max is very analytical. She understands how things work in the world around her, and applies that logical understanding to the Upside Down. She quickly figures out how Vecna’s curse works based on the files she reads, and despite not being a “nerd” like her friends, often surprises them with logical insights. She makes logical, impartial decisions, even risking her life selflessly, because she knows it is the best course of action. She always argues based on logic as opposed to emotion when convincing her friends of her point, even in emotionally charged situations. She’s good at “hacking” different aspects of the Upside Down with her Ti- like using the Sauna Test on Billy when he’s possessed by the Mind Flayer.
Se: Max is very impulsive and trusts her gut. She lives in the moment, pursuing what she wants and not thinking about future repercussions, like when she takes Jane to the mall in Season Three. She does, however, fall into a Ti- Ni loop in Season Four, not living in the moment and withdrawing inward. She is very physically active and enjoys skateboarding. She is practical and more interested in the immediate world than her “nerdy” friends, preferring to improvise than to learn the theoretical explanations of the Upside Down.
Ni: Max likes to develop a plan before leaping into action. She uses her internal logic to assess the situation first, then formulates a plan using those same Ti hacks. She’s good at laying out a detailed plan for how to solve any Upside Down related problem, coming up with clever, creative solutions. She is intuitive about the Upside Down and good at drawing conclusions from the available information about Vecna’s plan.
Fe: Max is selfless and willing to sacrifice herself to save her friends and the world. She doesn’t find it easy to open up to people, especially after the trauma she experiences, but finds it helpful to work through her emotions with Lucas when she feels ready. In season two, she is hurt when her friends don’t tell her things about the Upside Down, because she wants to feel part of the group. She wants to be on the same page as her friends, and is upfront about her feelings in order to do so.
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Max values her friendships above everything. She tries hard to be accepted by her friends, and is always loyal to them even when it’s difficult. She faces issues head on, looking to solve problems with the help of her friends rather than running in the opposite direction. She is cautious and likes to gather data before making a decision, using knowledge to help her solve problems.
Okay guys, hear me out:
Dustin 🤝 Steve El 🤝 Billy
🤝
Being THAT Duo
And no, I won’t take any constructive criticism.
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They know what we want
EdDie wAkE uP, I dOnT liKe tHiS!!!
EdDie wAkE uPpP, hEyY?! HeLlO?!
tIme tO wAKe uP, tIme tO wAKe uP,
caN yOu hEar mE?!
WAKE UP EDDIEEE
Vol 2 be like:
Do I think Robin (gif 2) has a point? Yes.
Do I believe her? Absolutely .
Do I wish for her assumption to be terribly wrong? Hell yeah I do.
STRANGER THINGS 4 | 03 STRANGER THINGS 4 | VOLUME TWO
(Eleven and Hopper eating dinner)
Eleven: What is 'gay'?
Hopper: It means...
Hopper: Happy?
Eleven: oh.
(the next day)
Eleven: Mike makes me gay.
Will: Me too, El. Me too.
Eleven:
Lucas:
Dustin:
Max:
Will:
Papa:
Demogorgon:
Demodog:
the Mind Flayer:
the Upside Down:
Pennywise hours away:
Mike:
Mike: What the fuck.
Dustin: You're definitely a mom.
Steve: I'm not.
Dustin: *sigh*
Dustin: Mike and Will are throwing Eggos at each other, Lucas is fighting with Erica, and Max is cutting Eleven's hair with a knife while El trying to pouring water on your head with her mind.
Steve: CHILDREN!!!
Steve: Wait, on my head?
Steve: (turns around)
(splash)
Eleven, Max, Mike, Will, Lucas and Erica: SORRY MOM
Steve:
Dustin:
Steve: Shut up
Steve: Alright, Robin. I have a good news and a bad one. What do want first?
Robin: The bad one.
Steve: My kids made a mess so i need you to help me clean it up.
Robin: Steve… You don’t have kids.
Steve: Well that’s the good news. I’m the single mom of seven middle school kids.
Mike: El, I love you
Eleven: Sorry Mike, the train of love already stopped at the Max station
Max: Choo choo bitch
Eleven: Mike, spell ‘perfect’
Mike: E-L-E-V-E-N
Lucas: Aww that’s sweet
Lucas: Max, spell ‘perfect’
Max: M-A-X
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Pairing: Eventual Steve x Original Female Character, Steve x Darlene Henderson, Dustin x Darlene (idiot siblings are idiots)
Summary: Life in Hawkins is about to get strange.
Word Count: 851
Warning(s): Uh…cussing?
A/N: I really wanted to write about an OC that I’ve been playing around with for a while. I hope you like her because I love her. I’ll go ahead and tell you now that I plan on writing more of her. You’re welcome in advance.
Nov. 6, 1983
Dear Diary,
I keep having this recurring dream nightmare…
Darlene sat at her desk, the faint sound of Waterloo came from her record player, a finished English paper sat off to the side of her. The 16 year old was hunched over a composition book, a pen scratching across the page in looping letters. She often hid the notebook among her school books in an attempt to keep her younger brother’s prying eyes out. She was so hyper focused on the diary that she didn’t hear her door open and her mother’s voice. Only being pulled from her writing when a hand touched her shoulder. Jumping, she spun around to see the slightly amused face of her mother.
“Hey jumpy, everything alright honey?” Claudia smiled down at her daughter.
“Yeah, fine. Everything’s fine, just...journalling. The usual.”
Nodding, her mother sat on the end of the bed. “Barb called, I told her you were finishing homework and would call her back. I also called Mrs. Wheeler and told her to have Dusty go ahead and ride his bike.”
Darlene looked at the clock on her wall, it was past 9. She had meant to be on her way to pick up her younger brother from his friends house. “Oh shit, mom I’m sorry.” She turned back to her mother.
“Darlene!” Claudia looked only slightly appalled at her daughter’s language.
“Sorry.”
“Listen, go ahead and get ready for bed. Dustin will be home soon and you can repay him by taking him to school tomorrow okay?” Claudia stood up, moving to kiss her daughter’s head. “And try to get some sleep. You need it.” Her mother smiled, heading towards the door, quietly shutting it behind her.
Darlene just sat there for a moment before turning back to her diary. She looked at it for a long moment and ended up adding a little more before closing it and standing from her desk. Finally able to stretch after sitting for so many hours. The satisfying pops and cracks coming from the stiff joints. On her way to her dresser, she paused for a moment to turn the volume up. She let her eyes close, taking a moment to let the music flow through her. She opened her eyes once again before looking through the drawers of folded clothes until she finally found pajamas to wear. On her way out of her room, she tossed them onto the bed and crossed the hall to the shared bathroom. With a scoff of disgust she kicked her brother’s dirty clothes towards the hamper. She was washing her face when she heard the front door open and the sound of Dustin and their mother talking, though she couldn’t make out any of the conversation. After a moment she heard his footsteps coming up to their rooms.
“...getting my X-Men 134! I can’t believe it, I didn’t even say go. He cheated!”
Poking her head out of the bathroom, she smiled at her brother. “Come tell me about the session, bubs.” And quickly, her younger brother’s mood changed upon seeing his sister.
Dustin sat in the bathroom with Darlene as she finished washing her face and brushing her teeth, only to drag her into his room while he got ready for bed as well. All the while telling her about the hours they spent looking for the Thessalhydra and encountering a Demogorgon. By the time the fight began, it was time for everyone to go home.
Darlene, who was ever the fantasy nerd like her brother, hung on every word. In the spare time she had with the boys during the summer months and any time they were off school, she would often be found alongside them in the Wheeler’s basement. Either weaving her own tales or helping Mike with his. The longer she sat there listening the later it was getting and she still needed to change. She stood up from the desk chair and headed towards the door.
“Where are you going?” Dustin asked, looking towards his sister from where he sat on the edge of his bed.
“Well, you and I both need to sleep. I’m driving you to school tomorrow, mom will have my head if I don’t.” She walked over and ruffled his hair. “Get some sleep.”
“Oh, okay! Goodnight!”
“Night.” She left the room, closing the door behind her. Going back into her own room, she shut the door before changing into the pajamas she set out for herself a little while before. Once dressed for bed, Darlene moved once again to her record player and turned off her music.
Shutting off the lights, she crawled into bed and snuggled under the warm blankets. She didn't realize how tired she had been until she got into bed, her eyes drooping as she reached over for her book. She probably wouldn't get too far tonight in her quest to finish Interview with the Vampire but, she was going to try her damnedest to get a few pages in. Five minutes later the book was forgotten as she slipped into sleep.
fear — steve harrington
▸summary: you expect people to do die with honour, with bravery, with courage. you died with fear. steve can't know.
▸characters: steve harrington x gn!reader, eddie munson, dustin henderson
▸tw: angst. like, really bad. it's an issue.
▸a/n: i don't actually know what goes on inside my brain. for some reason, i just really like angst.
LOVE HURT.
IT was something that multiple people agreed upon. Steve Harrington was one of them.
The whole party had some semblance of loss somewhere in their hearts, but Steve…
It just seemed like something was gunning for him, sucking the happiness one loss at a time.
Steve had never before known what love could’ve been until he met you. There was always something about you that never seemed to leave him alone. Whether it was that stupid grin, the stupid hair, the stupid arms, the stupid hugs, the stupid sappy words. Everything that Steve missed out on was being passed onto him like he was a reject shop, which was what he felt like. You gave him love, gave him hope, gave him life even.
Then you died.
When Dustin and Eddie came back through the portal without you, Steve freaked out. When Dustin couldn’t scream the words without them catching in his throat, Steve begged him to keep them there. When Dustin said he wasn’t strong enough to carry you and Eddie was on his way to collapse, Steve screamed that he was. He was strong. He could do it. He could, he promised he could. With tears in his eyes and dirt on his face and his hand on his chest, he promised he could carry you back. With his knees on the ground and his voice lost in the wind, he promised he could.
So he ripped himself up like he wanted to rip his heart out of his body, ignoring the cries and begs of the people behind him. He had never moved faster in his life than when he was climbing into that portal, throwing open the caravan door, sprinting to the figure that lay in the dust. His voice returned as he screeched, flailing his arms to rid the area of any of the bats that might have smelled the meat, the fresh kill. There were no bats flying. They had all dropped a while ago. He knelt next to the person he had recklessly given everything to, shaking your shoulders and begging you to wake up. He didn’t stop asking the favour, even when he claimed it was too cold for you here, dragging you body upright into a standing position. He didn’t stop asking even when he began walking, praying that your legs would move the same way. They left tracks in the dirt as they dragged. He didn’t stop begging even when he screamed at Nancy to pull you through. She could feel the toll that death had taken on you. The loss of muscle, the eerie stillness. Yet, Steve still didn’t stop begging even when he said that you were safe now.
Wake up now. You can’t sleep here. You have to wake up.
Your eyes were open.
There was no such thing as peace at that moment. Nobody was blessed with the grieving silence. Steve wouldn’t let that happen. He didn’t want it to be silent, not when you loved to make noise. Not when you would laugh at his lame jokes. He couldn’t be silent in his efforts to somehow make you wake up.
Eddie sat on the ground, his back propped up against the wall. He stared straight ahead, his facial expression not changing even as there was a tear. Nancy and Robin didn’t even try forcing their faces still. They twisted and sobbed and cried no matter how hard they tried to stifle it. They didn’t want to add to Steve’s pain. Dustin was in worse shape. He didn’t know what to do. Does he hug Steve? Does he leave him alone? Does he cry? Does he stay strong? What does he do? So, he stands there. He stands there, and he cries, and Steve doesn’t see. He can’t see. The blurriness of his vision paired with the agonising pain in his brain and his heart just makes it so that he doesn’t see anything. He can’t even remember how they got your body to the hospital.
Telling your parents sucked. Steve couldn’t actually do it. He stood at one of the tables, folding clothes for the people packed in the stadium, the ones that had their houses crushed in the ‘earthquake’. He stood there, and he looked horrible. He was pale. He had bags under his eyes. He was thin. His eyes were red and his nose was raw. He couldn’t even talk properly. His hands shook. His knees trembled when your parents walked over.
Dustin had spoken to them. Told them how you died. Or, how you ‘died’. You were caught saving him and Eddie in the ‘earthquake’, and you had died. He chose to keep the fact that you had stood alone, surrounded by a swarm of bats after pushing Eddie out of the fray into Dustin’s arms.
The funny thing was, you didn’t die from the wounds from the bats. You didn’t even sustain many. Sure, you had enough that it would’ve put you in serious danger, but it wasn’t the wounds that killed you. Dustin may have been a little delirious, but he didn’t imagine you clutching your chest and dropping like a sack of potatoes. He didn’t imagine the jerk your body made as you breath caught. He didn’t imagine you dying standing up. He may not have been a doctor, but he wasn’t stupid. He was a nerd, and nerds read.
You had a heart attack. The fear had actually killed you. You had been scared to death.
That wasn’t even the worst part. The worst part was when the bats began to swan dive straight onto you. That was the worst part. That was the part that got Dustin screaming himself awake at night. That was the part that pushed Dustin to drag Eddie away, away from you. You didn’t feel it, at least. Steve didn’t even know how you died. Dustin knew that if Steve knew, he’d actually go mental. So, he and Eddie swore never to tell anyone else. Not family, not the party, no-one.
So when your mother came walking over to the Harrington boy, tears collecting in her eyes as she stretched her arms out, his knees finally gave out. He collapsed in her arms, filling her ears with never ending apologies. She shushed him, sobbing. Soon, your father joined the hug, and the three of them cried over your heroic sacrifice.
Meanwhile, Dustin and Eddie looked on from opposite sides. They exchanged glances, and went back to their own work. They never had to know that your death was so out of place, that you died with that much fear. They never had to know that you had cried that you didn’t want to be there. They didn’t have to know that you had asked Eddie to take you home. They never had to know that you asked Dustin for one more hug.
Love hurt, but they didn’t have to know how much worse it could get.
They kept their mouths shut.
Dustin: *pokes Steve with metal detector*
Dustin: Nope
Dustin: *pokes Robin with metal detector*
Dustin: Nope
Dustin: *pokes Eddie with metal detector, it beeps*
Dustin: MOST! METAL! EVERRRRR!
Steve to Dustin: First rule of battle... don’t ever let them know where you are.
Eddie, shooting out of frame: WHOO-HOO! I’M RIGHT HERE! I’M RIGHT HERE! YOU WANT SOME O’ ME?! YEAH YOU DO! COME ON! COME ON! AAAAAH! Whoo-hoo! Steve: Of course, there are other schools of thought
Dustin: So, are you two dating now? Steve & Eddie: Yes. Dustin: Why? Steve: I happen to find Eddie very appealing. Dustin: Yeah, I can understand that. I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with him
Dustin: H-how do you ask someone out? Eddie: Well, first- Steve: Don't ask Eddie, he asked me out in a McDonalds parking lot. Dustin: ...And you said yes
Eddie: Where are my fucking keys?
Steve: Eddie, Dustin is around, can you say it a little nicer?
Eddie: May I ascertain the whereabouts of my FUCKING KEYS?!
Dustin: Ooh, somebody has a crush
Steve: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Eddie I just think he's cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about him.
*Later that night*
Steve, very much awake: Uh oh
Dustin: Bet you can’t eat 15 crayons!
Eddie : Bet you I can!
Steve: *sips coffee, checks to make sure 911 is still on speed dial, and goes back to reading the paper
Dustin: Who do we know that has handcuffs?
Eddie : Well Steve and I-
Steve: *elbows Eddie *
Eddie : ...wouldn't know
Dustin: So, what is Eddie to you?
Steve: The reason I wake up every morning.
Dustin: ...That’s adorable.
Eddie earlier that morning, barging into Steve′s room, smacking pans together: WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!
Dustin: Ok, thanks dads.
Everyone: …
Dustin: Why’s everyone staring at me?
Robin: You just called Steve and Eddie your dads. You said, “Thanks dads”.
Dustin: What no I didn’t, I said thanks guys.
Steve: Do you see us as father figures Henderson?
Dustin: No! If anything I see you both as bother figures cause you’re always bothering me!
Nancy: Hey! Show your dads some respect!
Dustin: I didn’t call them my dads!
Eddie: No, no, no, Dustin, we take it as a compliment.
Mike: It’s not a big deal, one time I called El “Will”.
Dustin: Guys! Jump on that! Mike’s madly in love with will but still dating El!
Max: Old news! But you calling Steve and Eddie your daddy’s-
Dustin: Hey! Daddy is not on the table here!
Lucas: But you did call them your dads dude.
Dustin: You shut up! You’ve done nothing but lie since you got here!
Lucas: Ok I’ll admit, I stole your DnD book, but the dad thing? That happened.
Dustin: AHAH! Lucas admitted to stealing my DnD book! It was a trap! All a part of my crazy, devious plan.
Steve: We believe you.
Dustin: Thank you.
Eddie: Son, would you like to talk about it later over a, game of catch?
Dustin: …I’d like that.
Nancy: So, who broke it? I’m not mad, I just wanna know.
Robin: I did, I bro-
Nancy: No. No you didn’t. Eddie?
Eddie, messing with Steve: Don’t look at me, look at Steve
Steve: What? I didn’t break it.
Eddie: Huh, that’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?
Steve: Because it’s sitting right in front of us, and it’s broken.
Dustin, also messing with Steve: Suspicious.
Steve: No it’s not!
Lucas: If it matters, probably not but, Erica was the last one to use it.
Erica: Liar I don’t even drink that crap!
Lucas: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
Erica: I use the wooden stirs to push back my cuticles, everyone knows that LUCAS!
Robin: Ok, ok, let’s not fight! I broke it! Let me pay for it Nance.
Nancy: No. Who broke it?
Dustin: Nancy…Max has been awfully quiet.
Max: Really?!?
Dustin: yeah really!
Max: Oh my god!
(Arguing in the background)
Nancy: I broke it. It burnt my hand so I punched it.
(Steve’s passed out again)
Dustin: We gotta get him to a hospital now!
Max: Then I should drive
Mike: Why you?
Max: Because I have nothing to live for and I drive like it.
(Cut to)
Everyone, including a now awake Steve: *SCREAMING*