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idk if it’s the musical theatre fan inside of me but steve harrington x theatre actress!fem!reader would be so cute.. he’d go to every rehearsal if he could and he’d give you flowers after performances… awh
unpopular opinion: jonathan becoming a stoner was an amazing addition to season 4.
i don’t know if this is just me but.. seeing clips of noah schnapp in stranger things playing a gay high schooler struggling with his sexuality actually hurts so much more now.
we all watched who we thought was the straightest boy ever play the character of a gay teenager so well, not knowing that behind the whole “i’m inlove with zendaya” persona was his own form of hiding his sexuality and feeling insecure.
idk but i’m in my feels and i hope this makes sense???
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄.
robin buckley, eddie munson, steve harrington.
𝐌𝐀𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
time stood still - angst (platonic max x reader ,, word count: 1k+)
after max hears some worrying noises, she finds herself resting in a hospital bed, unable to understand the world around her.
warning: badly written
𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
yearning - angst (word count: 2.3k)
robin buckley has never fell for someone the way she has for you, but the way you feel for her contrasts the way she does hugely.
warning: badly written
dating robin buckley - fluff
𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
dating steve harrington - fluff
spending the autumn season with steve harrington - fluff
happy halloween! 🎃 i have dressed up as our fav ginger, max mayfield. wishing you all a great halloween <3 👻
steve harrington, who really truly changed.
I mean, the good news is, I get a big enough thump on my head, I can change, you know? I can learn. I can crawl forward.
Steve + caring for everyone when nobody expects it
dating : steve harrington hcs. ❀
(gender!neutral reader)
summary: an abundance of headcanons describing what it’s like to date everyone’s fav boy, steve harrington <3
word count: 300-500??
trigger warnings: i don’t think there are any?? please let me know if there is :)
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omg where to begin.
first off, he’s very inlove with you
like EXTREMELY
doesn’t care what he’s doing, as long as he’s doing it with you
definitely wants to marry you one day
spending lots of time together, especially during the hotter seasons when you go on walks on the beach or through your local park
omg speaking of beaches, when he saw you in your swimsuit his jaw dropped. he thought you looks amazing and definitely didn’t hide it
COMPLIMENTS, COMPLIMENTS, COMPLIMENTS.
he thinks you’re the best person to ever walk this earth, and he makes sure you know it
you know the dream he told nancy?? yeah - he makes sure to have it someday with you
watching random tv shows and reading books with each other
would drop anything the second you ask him for help, no matter how important
if you hurt yourself, no matter how much, he’ll be there to fix you up, “good as new”, as he’d say.
if you’re friends with robin thats a major plus
kisses. kisses everywhere. all the time. same as hugs and cuddles
he spends every minute of every hour of every day with you, no matter what
you can’t even pee without him checking on you
“y/n, are you ok?”
“steve, baby, i’m PEEING.”
“well, is it fun?”
“what. my pee?”
could just honestly spend the rest of his life looking and admiring you
a lot of people say that nancy would be salty, but i think otherwise. she’s moved on and so has he, so she’s happy for you both!
speaking of, steve would probably find it a bit strange that you and nancy would be friends because it’s his ex-girlfriend and his current partner getting along well, even though you and nancy don’t really get why
talking about you to everyone and everything (even things that cannot talk)
“hey, have you seen my partner today, they’re so-“
“attractive? yeah you’ve said, steve.”
overall, he’s the best boyfriend!! loves you so so so much and is husband material!!!!!
spending the autumn season with steve harrington 🍂
(gender neutral!reader)
standing under trees with orange and brown leaves falling onto your heads and into your coat hoods
drinking hot chocolate with rain pouring outside and banging on the windows, under piles of fluffy blankets
^ with his arm round your shoulder and a random 80s chick-flick playing through the television. steve placing small kisses on your cheeks and neck, slowly travelling down to your collarbone (this is the absolute cutest i should make an imagine of this)
running around and dancing in the rain outside, causing you both to get nasty colds and having to care for each other
matching sweaters and warm pajamas, not that you need extremely warm clothes as you have steve there to warm you up whenever you want him to
going on long autumn strolls in the evenings, maybe even running into nancy and jonathan (because they definitely go on strolls, winter or autumn; summer or spring)
omg though. hear me out on this: laying in bed facing each other in only your underwear as you both got hot from being near each other and the abundance of blankets on top of you. you’re facing steve, the both of you staring into each other’s eyes and fondly smiling. you turn onto your back to look at the ceiling when you feel steve’s eyes still looking at you. “what?” you ask. he repeats what you said but with confusion laced in his words. “you’re staring.” you reply, enlightening him on what he’s doing. “because you’re beautiful.” you feel your cheeks heat up as you smile to yourself.
and the most cliché of all, kissing in the pouring rain.
𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 - 𝐦.𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐱 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. ❀
summary: after max hears some worrying noises, she finds herself resting in a hospital bed, unable to understand the world around her.
word count: 1k+!
gender-neutral reader, maybe a few hints of a female reader but mainly gender-neutral
ships included: lumax (lucas + max), max and reader relationship is platonic.
warnings: mentions of murder/death, pain, near death, if there’s any missing please let me know <3
ANGST.
SPOILERS FOR VOLUME 2!
edited wattpad piece of mine. (-milevenx on wattpad!!)
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maxine mayfield, or also known as max, moved to hawkins, indiana in 1984 and began school the same year. she was quickly seen as the rude , ‘bitchy’ new girl, and you were seen as the complete opposite. kind, caring, well-known around school for good reasons.
despite the huge contrasts in your personalities, you and max surprisingly got along well - which immediately shocked your friend group.
“y/n, how did you manage to become friends with the new girl?” dustin, one of your other friends, questioned, shock evident in his words.
“i don’t know, dustin, maybe i’m just better than you.” you teased, grabbing the hat off his head and placing it on yours, “come on, we need to go to the arcade.”
a few days after max joined your school, you were paired with her for a biology project. she realised just how kind you were and how you managed to smoothly throw in a few smart jokes here and there and decided to try and be your friend (which she succeeded at).
being maxine’s first friend at her new school, you hung out a lot. everyday after school, most weekends, school holidays, all the time. though, becoming friends with you meant she was friends with the boys, bringing a lot more trauma to you all.
you’d already experienced it and were a lot more educated, so when max was then told about it by lucas sinclair, you felt awful for her. nobody deserved to go through that, especially not a girl who just moved into town.
“hey, y/n, about everything that lucas just told me about, what do you usually do? fight? hide? run?”
“max, we’ll be okay. we’ve fought a monster before, this one shouldn’t be too different.” you reassured the worried ginger girl infront of you. “don’t worry, mayfield, we’ll figure it out.”
worrying should’ve been the top of your list. will began to have more visions, and was always getting rushed to the hospital. it never used to get as bad as it was getting. you worried for your best friend, he’d almost died once and it was likely to almost happen again.
you should've fought more and more, lives were sacrificed and lost to save will, this brought a large pile of guilt onto will and he felt awful.
not long afterwards was the snowball, and everyone had recovered enough to go.
lucas and max ended up getting together and going to the snow ball together, and you sat on the sidelines, silently hyping max up. you noticed dustin was also alone, so you asked to dance with him. the dance concluded rather quickly after that and you continued your life with all of your best friends.
then it got intense. a year went by, and something awful happened. the monster that had been in will's visions - the mindflayer - was back, and was possessing and murdering innocent people. it possessed max's brother, billy, eventually killing him.
a month after this, max cut you off. she began to stay in her house a lot more, and reduce herself to only listening to music as a way to pass the time. she changed a lot. she started taking pills and going to grief counselling in your new highschool.
even though her and billy never got along, she missed him dearly and his death took a toll on everyone. max’s parents broke up and her step-father left, not being able to stand being around the family that billy was once in, and her mother started being more distant towards her.
she soon turned to you for help when she began to hear something that creeped her out.
"hey, y/n. i need your help."
"finally talking to me again, huh?"
"please, y/n."
"okay. hit me."
"i keep hearing a clock chiming. i ask everyone around me if they hear it and they don't. i keep seeing grandfather clocks around the school when i'm alone and i don't have a good feeling about it."
"i'm sorry, what?"
max explained once more and in more detail and you were left with hundreds of thoughts roaming through your head. then you got one that reminded you of things that you wish you could forget.
"could it be the-"
"i think so."
"shit. we should tell me others." max nodded in agreement.
𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏.
you stood in the doorway of max's hospital room, your eyes switching from the state she was in to erica sitting in a chair in the corner of the room and lucas sitting in a chair next to her hospital bed.
he was reading her a book and stopped when he heard you walk in. tears began to fill your eyes, along with his. erica stood up to leave but not before saying goodbye to you and giving you a small reassuring smile.
you sat down opposite lucas on the other side of max's bed and took her hand in yours, squeezing it mostly for your own reassurance before turning your focus to lucas.
you'd been there when max had been attacked by vecna, and when she got rushed to hospital, and you'd visited every day for the past month, but that didn't stop the large fall of tears that occurred every time you came to see her.
you saw lucas there everytime you came to visit and you expected nothing less. even though they broke up over a year ago, you knew lucas still loved her and max had small feelings that had never left.
"she's not getting any better, is she?" you asked hesitantly. lucas shook his head sadly before opening his mouth to speak and closing it again. silence filled the hospital room for a few minutes as you and lucas sat there, admiring who had once been your very healthy, passionate skater friend.
"she loved you a lot, you know." lucas finally said, now taking one of your hands in his and replacing max's. it was now your turn to reply sadly, deciding on a small smile.
"yeah, i know," you hesitated, wondering if you should tell him or not, "she loved you too. no, not loved. loves."
lucas' head shot up almost immediately. "really?"
"yeah. before she cut me off, she never stopped talking about you; even after your break up. she still loves you, lucas. she would go on and on and on about you, it got quite annoying after a while but she's my best friend, so i just got on with it."
silence filled the air once more, the only sounds were monitors beeping and your's and lucas' deep breaths. these noises were soon replaced by small, stifled sobs coming from lucas. you immediately took your hands away from max's and engulfed him in a hug that he quickly readjusted and returned.
"max was lucky to have you as a best friend, y/n. even if she cut you off for a year." lucas said into your shoulder as you hugged.
"and i was lucky to have max." you said in between sobs.
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555, i’m here for you.
555 | transition and welcoming change. It is a friendly reminder and warning from your angels and guides that it is safe to make the change that is on your mind.
𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐘 ; 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ❀
summary: series of random headcanons for what it’s like dating everyone’s favourite lesbian: robin buckley.
word count: 476.
originally posted on my wattpad: -milevenx
some of these are from random blogs that i have taken and changed a little, credits to the owners / accounts i saw
if you can’t tell, robin is my favourite character<3
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THE FIRST FEW WEEKS OF YOUR RELATIONSHIP.
❀ her being super awkward, since she probably hasn't had much relationship experience (and neither have you).
❀ also being super nervous!!
❀ constantly blushing, no matter what. you could just stand next to her and she's blushing like hell. you can't hold her hands without her face just going red and eventually beaming.
❀ you both just referring to each other as 'my girlfriend', more so her - but only to your friends :(.
"anyways. my girlfriend-"
"i swear to god, robin. if you don't stop referring to y/n as your girlfriend i swear to lord jesus above-"
❀ you both being nervous to kiss each other, and staring longingly at each other's lips before just eventually going for it and realising you should've done it beforehand.
❀ when you're talking about literally anything, she always has wild hand gestures and rambles about the subject. whether it be a book or a movie, or steve. anything.
❀ never knows where to put her hands. whether you're kissing, hugging or just simply sitting or laying next to each other. she soon learns that she just likes to hook her arms around your waist.
❀ makeouts and any other intimate situations are gentle and loving. she'd never want to hurt you and always focuses on you mainly.
❀ despite probably knowing each other for a while, she would ask you questions about yourself to get to know you better. even ones she already knows
"okay, okay, your birthday?"
"robin, baby, you already know that."
❀ OKAY I AM A SUCKER FOR THIS. she would ask you for your favourite movies and books and force herself to read and watch them even if she doesn't like them.
❀ ^^ then proceeds to talk to you about them for HOURS, because she loves you so much.
❀ pet names!!!!! this is a huge one, she'd be obsessed. names like 'baby', 'darling', 'my girl', perhaps even 'wifey'.
❀ always taking you on movie and library dates to watch the latest movies and share junk food; and to read books and eat fruits (especially strawberries with sugar on top). super specific but i think that's adorable.
❀ honestly, she is touch-starved. please give her attention. she loves to cuddle you, soon after finding out she's been deprived of them her entire life.
— touch-starved robin buckley gives me life.
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444, you’re okay, i promise.
444 | a sign that one should keep faith and that the angels are watching over one. They have taken it on themselves to guide one to a brighter future. If one sees this number, especially if it recurs, it is an indication that one should give up all doubts on issues related to ambitions and act decisively.
yearning - robin buckley x fem!reader
summary: robin buckley has never fell for someone they way she has for you, but the way you feel for her contrasts the way she does hugely.
word count : 2,302.
originally posted on my wattpad account: -milevenx. go follow!
dedicated to ffearthingss on wattpad<3
the ending is super rushed, it took 2 weeks to write and edit so it sucks nearer the ending:(
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am i allowed to look at her like that?
robin's eyes softened and her smile grew as she stared adoringly at the girl she loved most from across the class. you and robin had been best friends for a few years, becoming close after you joined band.
you had a problem with your instrument, and robin ran over to help you. blushing profusely, she explained what was wrong and how to fix it, before helping you out. from that encounter onwards, you just became closer.
close enough for you to see her as a sister and for her to fall deeply inlove with you. steve and the party could honestly tell she was head over heels for you, except you. she adored everything about you.
the way she laughed at all your jokes, and admired the way you laughed at anyone else's. the way you'd stick up for the party and her. the way you spoke and put up with her rambling. the way you dressed and did your hair. the way you'd help anyone with anything.
she was inlove with you and the way you were.
she didn't stop staring at you, and - if it was even possible - her smile grew and grew. it wasn't long before she snapped out of it, soon realising the looks she was getting. your friends were pointing and whispering, and other people in class were staring at her. however, in the midst of it all, there you were smiling back at her, giving her a sense of comfort.
could it be wrong
when she's just so nice to look at?
the bell rang, and you waited for robin next to the door of the classroom. she walked out of the class after a short conversation with the teacher about her 'focus being off'.
"hey robin!" you greeted as she walked to you. she smiled widely at you, returning the smile you were giving her.
"hey y/n/n," she spoke, smile evident in her words. "would you wanna hang out with me later? we can just go to mine and watch a movie."
you agreed instantly since movie nights were a usual thing for you to do with each other. you'd binge-eat, while watching movies the other person chose. you often took turns to choose movies and neither of you ever complained.
as you were walking to the lunch hall, you began to build courage to ask her a question. it was a silly question really, but you didn't know how she'd react.
"uhm, robin," you started, robin turned to look at you and hummed a short 'hmm?'. "please don't take this the wrong way, but.. why were you staring at me in class?"
robin stopped in her tracks and started going red. her freckles were almost indistinguishable through the redness of her newly-found blush.
"is it wrong?" she asked, fear laced in her words.
"not at all, just wondering is all."
"well, i think you're nice to look at." she stated bluntly, going even more red than before. her heart started beating through her chest, and her palms got sweatier and sweatier by the minute.
why the fuck would she say that? you were straight! you would never love her. you liked men. thoughts like this ran freely through robin's head, making her feel stupid.
you chuckled, bringing her back to reality, "well, lucky for you, i think you're wonderful to look at," you joked, though, to robin, it wasn't funny. she was inlove with you! and, through all the jokes and mild teasing, she knew you didn't reciprocate her feelings. robin bit her lip and began walking again, leaving you behind.
and she smells like lemongrass and sleep
she tastes like apple juice and peach
oh, you would find her in a polaroid picture
and she means everything to me
you didn't see robin for the rest of the day, and when you didn't see her at your regular meeting spot, you assumed you'd hurt her feelings during your most recent conversation so she just went home. this thought saddened you, but you shrugged it off and decided you'd just talk to her the next day.
robin sat in her room, flicking through her magazine before throwing it onto her desk. she stood from her chair and walked over to her bed to lie down. thoughts of you immediately rushed into her head. what you smell like, and would probably taste like. the way you looked.
you smelt like lemongrass, and sleep. you would taste like apple juice and peach, two things you ate and drank on a daily basis, and, in her eyes, she thought you'd be found in a polaroid picture. because you were just simply beautiful.
she sighed, knowing that although you'd never disclosed your sexuality to anyone or her - despite being her best friend - you'd never love her the way she loves you. she was helpless. she decided that instead of sulking about not having the girl of her dreams, she'd think about everything she loved about being your best friend. every thought had to be about you.
oh, oh
i'd never tell
no, i'd never say a word
she thought hard for around ten minutes, but all she could think of was how much you meant to her. and that was a whole lot, and she couldn't screw the friendship up. what if, when she did finally get the courage to ask you out, you rejected her? and that meant she completely fucked your friendship up? what if she never even got the courage to do it in the first place?
and that's exactly what happened, she decided that she just wasn't going to tell you. she didn't want to ruin anything. she didn't have the courage.
and oh, it aches
but it feels oddly good to hurt
the next day came around slowly for you, but quickly for robin. you wanted answers, and so did she; yet, for different things. you wanted to know what the hell was up with your best friend, and she wanted to know if you loved her the same. the biggest difference, however, was that you were actually going to ask.
you caught robin in the sports hall at break, getting ready for the pep rally that was going to happen the following day. she always enjoyed being prepared.
"hey, robin," you smiled. "we missed our movie night last night." you smiled wider, obviously faking it since she left you waiting at your meeting spot, trying to ease her into conversation due to her reaction yesterday. she looked up at you and then looked away almost instantly.
"uhm, did i say anything bad to you, you know. yesterday?" you asked, voice breaking. this broke robin's heart even further, aching terribly. you walked closer to her and sat down next to her.
and she smells like lemongrass and sleep
she tastes like apple juice and peach
oh, you would find her in a polaroid picture
and she means everything to me
you were sat close enough for her to fully take in everything about you. she was correct, you really did smell like lemongrass and sleep. your breath smelt like apple juice and peach, meaning it must've tasted like that too. and you were certainly dressed to impress, confirming her suspicions that you'd be found in a polaroid picture, and you definitely meant everything to robin.
after she'd admired you briefly, she answered you; "no, i was just having an off day," which was understandable, she'd been caught staring at a girl in the middle of class. robin waved all of your other questions off with a smile and a small nod or shake of her head. the bell rang, and you walked together to class, one where, yet again, you sat nowhere near her. she knew she'd end up staring again, so robin had to just try not to get caught.
around thirty minutes had gone by, and partner work had begun. she watched the way you threw your head back and laughed loudly at whatever stupid joke your friend told you, and the way you messed around with your hair and the pencil in your hand.
and i'll be okay,
admiring from afar,
'cause even when she's next to me,
we could not be more far apart
she found herself admiring you again, feeling more distressed with every second that passed. she wondered if she ever got you, would you ever be as happy with her as you were with your friends?
but robin forced herself into thinking she was okay with the feeling of having to admire you from across the room.
the day went quickly, you'd gotten your answers, and you were both looking forward to the movie night you'd replanned at lunchtime since you missed the last one.
you and robin were walking back to her place after picking out a few movies from family video, the place she worked at alongside steve 'the hair' harrington; someone you weren't exactly familiar with but had heard lots about.
this time, it was robin's turn to choose the movies. she chose the first two karate kid movies, two movies you enjoyed immensely but she never got around to watching.
"i can't believe you've never watched the karate kid movies!" you laughed, "ralph macchio in it is just gorgeous." you nudged robin.
"i bet he is." robin replied bluntly. you didn't even know she was into girls, not guys, and robin knew this. also knew that if she kept up with the shitty, uninterested tone, you'd soon figure it out. you weren't dumb.
and so, she decided to try and be happier.
try.
when you reached her place, you ran to her couch to put the movie on while she grabbed your favourite snacks - which she knew off the top of her head - and then sat carefully beside you.
the movie began, and the first hour of the movie night was going great. you and her were both concentrating on the movie, but then robin had the sudden urge to look at you, something she was trying to avoid doing. to not forget the movie and be so attentive towards you.
she did it, she gave in. she started watching you, the way you were delighting in watching ralph macchio play a boy called daniel larusso. the way you quite obviously felt a huge admiration for him. the way you adored his accent, looks, and the way he moved.
the way you felt such fondness for a boy.
the way you felt so far from her. emotionally, physically, mentally. you just felt like you weren't there. robin didn't know how, or why. it just felt wrong to see you like that.
'cause she tastes like birthday cake,
and storytime, and fall
but to her, i taste of nothing at all
you ended up sleeping over that night at robin's house, leaning into her side as you slept peacefully. she did what she always did, admired you. though, it wasn't creepily. it was full of love and fear; full of time and happiness; full of pure sensation and joy.
the look of love.
robin decided to try and go back to sleep, but thoughts of you flooded her head again. the same one as before. what you'd taste like. this time, she thought of birthday cake, and storytime, and fall. if they had tastes, which they do.
she started to think about the smells and tastes she associates you with, and that they're all good and come to her instantly.
though, to you, she tastes of nothing at all.
you just simply have no attraction to her.
whatsoever.
and she smells like lemongrass and sleep.
and she tastes like apple juice and peach.
you would find her in a polaroid picture.
and she means everything to me.
yes, she means everything to me.
she means everything to me.
robin wrote these words frantically in her diary the night you went home from your accidental sleepover. pouring her heart onto the pages, crying to slow romantic music and the words she was so sadly jotting down on the paper, with the karate kid movies playing in the background. anything to make her feel better.
she felt like she'd been stabbed in the heart repeatedly, like she'd gone through the worst breakup ever, or the worst rejection.
and all you had to do was sit next to her and gawk at ralph macchio and leave her to her thoughts for five minutes.
long enough to break her own heart.
you had a huge impact on her, and she hated that. and what she hated even more was that if you knew that, you'd also hate it. you'd hate it the most, you always just wanted the best for robin.
and what she thought was the best for herself, was to have you. to get the girl. but, she couldn't force you. so she wouldn't.
and she never would.
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OMGOMOGM I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS ONE. I LOVE IT SO MUCH<3333
AND IM SORRY IF YOU DONT LIKE DANIEL LARUSSO/RALPH MACCHIO OR ANYTHING ELSE IN THIS THAT I SAID THE READER LIKES, I JUST WANTED TO ADD IN MY OWN INTERESTS
222. you're safe here.
222 | a message of hope, representative of balance, harmony, life choices, commitment, compromise, and trust. it's a sign you can build on your current situation to achieve your goals and more