#elmax ficlet

[stranger-stardustt]

Elmax cuddling headcanons?

ok so I wanted to answer this in two ways. Above the cut is going to be just my hc’s for this. under the cut will be a short little ficlet about them!!!

Headcanons:

El is the one to initiate the cuddling in the beginning due to her nightmares. Max let her because ‘ohmygod cute girl’ lmao. So at their sleepovers they always end up cuddling, even before they are together. After a while though, Max is the one to hop into bed and settle into El’s arms.

little spoon!El big spoon!Max UNLESS Max has a rough day in which El will then hold her in her lap instead.

Max lets El place her head in her lap and she runs her fingers through the other girls hair.

El sleeps fully on top of Max like a blanket sometimes. Max likes it.

After the incident in s4, they can’t cuddle like normal so El lays by Max’s side, not holding her but like just being there with her when she’s in pain.

ok fic time under the cut!!!

Max was half asleep when she kissed Eleven for the first time. The other girl was spending the night, and the two of them had wrapped themselves up in blankets to protect from the harsh colds of winter. El was pressed to Max’s side, chin tucked neatly into her shoulder.

“I’m tired,” El muttered, her breath warm against Max’s skin. “Can you turn the light off?”

Humming, Max reached over toward the lamp and turned it off. Darkness filled the room, nothing but the glow of the moon through the window illuminating the space. It was nice; the peace and quiet calming for once.

El shifted, looking up at Max. “Comfortable?” she asked, and Max nodded.

And then it happened. It was subconscious, Max unaware of what she was doing. She craned her neck down just a little, pressing a soft kiss to El’s lips. “Good night,” she whispered.

It took a few moments for either of them to realize what had happened.

“Shit.” Max sat up, flicking the light on as El fell onto the pillow with a thump. “I’m so sorry-”

“Shhh,” El hushed her, smiling. Her eyes were crinkled, nose scrunched up. “I liked it. Go back to bed now.”

Max went wide eyed. “Oh,” she mumbled, blushing. She turned the light back off, settling down awkwardly. El pulled her closer, grunting when she felt how stiff the other girl was.

“I promise,” she said, stroking Max’s hair. “It is fine. Now, sleep.”

Finally relaxing, Max stared up at the ceiling. The pounding of her heart had not ceased, but she lied still.

Eventually, she fell asleep, El cuddled into her side.

[jaegerisim]

I wanna create Elmax week. If anyone wants to do this w me, pls dm me.

[givehimthemedicine]

when you come home // elmax ficlet

wip wednesday excerpt from I Miss The Apocalypse (that's the sequel to Do Not Cry)

context: post 4. Max is awake, healing but blind. El hasn't lost her powers but is sort of long-term drained from overuse of her powers fighting Vecna and helping Max.

"Almost five," El sighs.

Max can't see the clock, but she had already felt the time somehow, even through the stupor of painkillers and sedatives.

Five o'clock marks the end of hospital visiting hours, and she wishes it would never come. Night is a scary time to have to spend alone. She doesn't want to say that out loud, because El already feels terrible enough about having to leave her.

"Tell me again," Max asks. Just a little girl wanting the bedtime story she knows by heart.

A tube is dripping calm into her arm, and the world is ending. She's not embarrassed.

She hears El smile and shift closer.

A hand settles above her forehead and begins to stroke softly at the hair there. That soothes her and makes her sleepy, El has learned.

"When you come home... the first thing we will do is get right into my bed," El says in her gentlest voice, and Max's eyes slide shut. "With piles of blankets. No casts or tubes... only soft. I'll wrap you up and keep you warm, and you can listen to my heart. And we will sleep so good. As long as we want."

Max smiles faintly, a teardrop crawling down one temple. It sounds so nice. It will probably never happen.

That growing hell-portal outside will be eating the entire town any time now. El knows so, and is just doing her a kindness in the meantime. Allowing it is Max's kindness to El, and to herself.

"Once we're home.. I'll always be there while you fall asleep, and I'll never let you wake up alone. I'll take good care of you and we'll get strong again, together. It will be like one big sleepover that never has to stop."

Max hums a placid note in return, drifting. Hoping to drift straight into the wonderful pipe dream El is whispering to her.

"Happy dreams, Max. I love you." El departs with a small kiss to the side of her head. She's been doing that, these days, in trade for the hugs she can't give her.

"Inovyoutoo," Max murmurs.

Never in her whole life has she heard or said those words as many times as she has lately, and it's not just because of the drugs.

Everyone's suddenly very open and tender with everyone, these days. Saying how they feel. There's no reason not to anymore.

In a way, the end of the world is kinda nice.

[angelbymadonna]

Oh, she could not be serious.

She had to be fucking kidding.

Because there's no way in hell that El was really sitting on that stupid chair with the stupid parasol in a red crewneck sweatshirt and a one-piece swimsuit.

And there was no way even El's rebellious spirit went that far.

Max paid no mind to anyone else on the beach as she stomped down the sand to the lifeguard post.

"A minute, El?" She asked, trying not to sound annoyed.

El turned, presumably looking at Max through the dark sunglasses on her nose. She gestured to another lifeguard to take her place and hopped down, grabbing her flip-flops.

The other lifeguard, a sandy blonde in a matching one-piece, have Max a suspicious once-over, but Max couldn't care less what anyone thought at that moment. She grabbed El's arm and marched her up behind some cabin. El took off her shades, letting them hang on her neck by the elastic strap attached to the ends. She held Max's elbows and pulled her closer.

"Hi, Max." She was grinning, sounding smug, fixating on Max's lips rather than eyes. Did she have to make it so hard to be mad?

"What were you thinking!? A lifeguard? What happens when some ass needs saving and you have to jump in the water, huh?" Max said through her teeth.

Finally, El's eyes flitted to Max's, her hands slipping down to grasp her fingers. Her smile fell. "You're mad at me?" She asked.

But honestly, Max couldn't be. She was too afraid that El would end up having to choose between exposing their world and letting someone drown. And hurt that El didn't consult her. "Just.. answer the question, El."

"I do not think that will happen. I just wanted to work, like we were talking about."

"It's too dangerous! Work somewhere else."

"Okay. But I like it out here. With the water."

Max's resolve was crumbling by the second, what with El's earnest words and her pink-painted thumb tracing Max's hip above her trunks.

"Ugh, fine. Stay."

She was *definitely* going to have to save El from some type of situation. Either that or El had to learn some goddamn subtlety. This girl had practically introduced herself to Will as "Max's mermaid girlfriend" and that was not the last of her incidents.

A smile crept into El's face. She moved her arms to drape on Max's shoulders and leaned in for a kiss.

[isthatmyjacket-covenofchaossq]

*aged up elmax*

Max: If you had to, what would you give up food or sex?

Robin: Sex.

Nancy: Seriously? Wow.

Robin: I'm sorry, I thought she was asking if I preferred food or sex, babe.

El, giggling: uh-oh

Max: Nancy , what about you? What would you give up sex or food?

Nancy, trying hard to ignore Robin's puppy eyes: Food.

Max: What about you, El?

El: I would never give up on you.

Dustin: that doesn't really answer the question.

Lucas: it totally does, dude.

Max, ignoring Dustin and Lucas arguing: Okay, how about sex or dinosaurs?

Dustin: Oh my God it’s like the movie Sophie’s Choice.

Max: What about you Steve? What would you give up sex or food?

Steve: Oh... um... I don’t know, it’s too hard.

Dustin: No, you gotta pick one.

Steve: Um, food... no, sex... no, food... sex... food. Ugh! I don’t know! I want both! I- I want hot people on bread!

[lumaxramblings]

Trans max overhears Lucas and El talking about him so they can practice using their boyfriend's pronouns <3

max has never been a morning person.

this has been established many times, and it's basically a party rule at this point. don't wake max up before 10 if you want to keep your knees.

but of course, there are times that he wakes up before ten himself, then it's only him to blame, and unfortunately, he can't swipe his own knees.

this is one such morning.

he blinks up at the ceiling, vision blurry before it refines a little, and then groans and covers his eyes. he takes them off briefly to look at the time, then groans again, but louder.

8:37.

who the fuck wakes up at eight thirty-seven?

him, apparently, because he hates himself.

he almost commits himself to sleeping again, out of spite of his brain, even though whenever he wakes up usually there's no going back (unless lucas and el are with him and he's really, really tired).

but that's when the smell wafts into this room.

bacon.

god, he fucking loves bacon.

so he lets out a huff and rolls out of bed (not literally, as then everyone in steve's house would come running to see if he's okay and he hates being swarmed at all, but especially in the mornings), and plants his own two socked feet on the floor.

he pushes himself up, grabs a pullover hoodie despite feeling a little warm, and pulls it over his head, grinning at how it hides his form.

he walks through the hall and down the stairs, and leans against the doorway before going in. it's instinctive, leftover from when he had two angry asshole around the house, and it was like stepping around a minefield, never quite sure if you were doing the right thing, and knowing the consequences would be dire, and so you had to know who was in a room before entering it. he doesn't mean to do it, not when he knows how safe the others are, but he can't help it.

"when do you think he will be up?"

max pauses, blinks. that's... that's lucas. his boyfriend.

"i think he'll be up in a bit."

max blinks again. and that's el, his girlfriend.

are they... are they talking about him—?

"nice. i can't wait to talk to him about..." lucas audibly pauses. "anything, really. i like him."

"i like him too."

max covers his mouth to stop himself smiling so wide, feeling his heart thumping traitorously, so loudly that he feels lucas and el will be alerted to his presence.

"yeah!" lucas says, audibly smiling. "i think she—fuck, no—he's doing better. shit."

"it was just a mistake." el tells him. "a... slip-down."

"slip-up, el."

"same thing."

lucas chuckles. "i guess i just better try until i get the pronoun thing down, right?"

"yeah." el nods. "did you see his face when we used he with him yesterday? he was so happy."

"he smiled so wide! god, i want to see him smile like that again."

your wish is my command, max thinks, feeling dizzy, almost lightheaded at their words. but lightheaded in a good way, if that makes sense. either way, he feels like if he hears more of them talking about him like this, he'll explode. he swings himself around the doorframe.

el and lucas sit there, at the table, staring at him for a moment like deer in headlights, and max faintly registers steve at the stove, humming and grinning over at him like he knows what he just overheard.

the two get up, chair legs scraping against the floor, and max goes in to hug el, who hugs him tightly back, giggling a little, and max chuckles into the hug, giggling himself, before departing for a second to hug lucas.

"hey, handsome." lucas says, and plants a kiss in his hair, and max's heart leaps out of his chest. "sleep well?"

"slept shit." max informs him happily, hiding his head in his boyfriend's shirt so they don't see how hard he's blushing. "but it's better now i'm with you two."

"aw, my love.<3"

max splutters and lucas laughs. el's loved using that nickname ever since she saw some guy on tv tell it to his girlfriend, and now she never stops, and it never fails to cause max's brain to short circuit.

whenever he's around them, he feels something, foreign and unique, and he just... can't put his name on it.

el giggles and steps forwards to also hug him, and they stay like that for a few seconds, before steve speaks up.

"hey, dipshits," steve says. "you gonna eat your bacon or just let it go cold?"

lucas makes a face and el rolls her eyes (she learnt that from the many, many times max has rolled his eyes around mike) and max flips him off, but can't stop himself smiling when steve ruffles his short hair.

when he sits down at the table, he realizes what the feeling he has around them is.

he feels so, so loved.

[acidoncrack]

hope ur ok // elmax ficlet

El woke up to the ear-splitting sound of the phone ringing. She glanced at the clock next to her bed and threw her pillow over her head. 2:37 A.M. Please, she thought, someone else can get that. This was the first night she had slept since the incident in Hawkins. She let out a sigh as the ringing stopped. Either Joyce had picked it up, or the person on the other end had given up. She enjoyed the silence and felt like she might be able to drift off – until it started again. They weren’t letting this go. She groaned as she got out of bed – might as well spare Will and Joyce. She lugged over to the phone and picked it up off of the wall. Everything she might’ve been about to say evaporated when she heard sobbing from the other end.

She recognized those sobs immediately. She had heard them all too many times over the past couple years.

“Max?”

“El, I- I can’t do this anymore!” she managed to say in gasps.

El panicked. She was so used to saving people physically, through her powers. She didn’t know what to say. What to do. But she had to do something.

“Max. It’s okay. Try to breathe,” was all she could think of.

She heard her friend trying to draw in shaky breaths. She was still crying, but she was gradually breathing better. Suddenly, El had a thought, and it was out of her mouth before she could think better of it. “I could come to your house.”

Max momentarily went silent. “El, what?” she said, her tone changing quickly from despair to confusion. “I-it’s the middle of the night!”

“And you need it in the middle of the night,” El said firmly. “I am coming. Or you could come here if you want.”

“My mom’s asleep…yeah. I guess I could come over.” El could tell Max was tearing up again. “But…are you sure it would be okay? I mean…what about your mom and Will?”

“It’s okay. They won’t mind. Are you sure you’re okay with walking?”

“Yeah, I think so. I mean, it’s not that far.”

“Okay. I’ll see you soon then.” El hated how much she sounded like Joyce, but she ignored it.

Max drew in one more huge breath before saying “Yeah.” and hanging up.

El was almost surprised to feel tears stinging at her own eyes. She couldn't stand to even hear Max in this state.

She sat at the door for what felt like years, rocking on her seat and tapping her foot. Soon enough, she heard a soft knock. She practically flung herself to the door, although still trying to open it as quietly as possible.

Max was a wreck. She was in the same clothes El saw her in yesterday, and her usually pretty eyes were red and slightly puffy, as if she had been wiping them all night. Her cheeks were stained with tears. She waved kind of awkwardly. “Hi.”

El grabbed her hand and pulled her inside. She closed the door and guided the red-headed girl to her room. They sat on her bed shoulder to shoulder, hands still interlocked.

“Are you okay?” Clearly not. “What happened?” Jesus, El, at least give her a chance to answer the first question!

“All I wanted was to have a better life,” she whispered. “But moving to Hawkins just made everything worse! I-I thought I hated Billy. I hated him so much. But I didn’t want him to die! No one deserved to die! But-but then after what happened to him…I thought I deserved to die. And…I guess I got what I wanted.” She wiped her face again. El felt tears of her own racing down her face, but she didn’t bother to wipe them. Max looked up at El again and couldn’t help smiling. “Well, I guess you were one good thing to come out of Hawkins.”

El pulled her best friend into the tightest hug she had ever given. Max immediately hugged back and sobbed into El’s shoulder. El remembered the other time they had hugged like this – the day that Billy had died. Finally, El remembered how to talk again. “You didn’t deserve anything,” she said softly, voice shaking.

She felt like she could sit like that, with Max in her arms, for the rest of her life. Max shifted a bit, and soon enough, the sobs had stopped, only leaving behind the slow breathing of Max’s sleep.

El let out a deep sigh. Here, with Max asleep in her arms, she felt like everything might finally be okay.

[antisociallilbrat]

Okay I just need to put this somewhere, I just need to get it out and this is my blog and I can post what I want. Yes I am an It and Stranger Things blog but if you've been following me for a while you may or may not have noticed I interact with both those fandoms differently. I sure as hell post more about It and that can range from silly little nonsense to ficlets to character and ship headcanons.

For Stranger Things I stick to like fandom theories and discussions and will occasionally post a headcanon about a character or a ship. I post more about Stranger Things when I'm crossing it over with It ironically. I tend to stay away from anything about the ships most of the times and I don't go out of my way to contribute a lot of solely Stranger Things content as I do for It.

There's a reason too. I love rarepairs, I think they're neat. They're not for everyone and they don't have to be but I like them. And while they thrive in the It fandom, they literally go to die in the Stranger Things fandom. Which is real ironic considering the Stranger Things fandom is massively bigger than the It fandom.

The Stranger Things fandom is so draining to interact with and so I hardly don't. I protect my peace. I never scroll through the tags anymore and I'm careful about the Stranger Things mutuals I keep.

Don't get me wrong, I love Stranger Things, I love the characters, the story, and I love quite a few ships. Elmax and Byclair are probably my top two, and I'm a big fan of madwheeler, ronance, and wheelclair. When it comes to the big ships, I enjoy both Mileven and Byler casually- and by that I mean I honestly do not care who becomes/stays canon (canon doesn't matter much to me anyways) and I don't actively seek out content for them but when it comes across my feed I enjoy it.

I've said the Stranger Things fandom is draining and I'm not going to just complain without saying why. ANY ship that is not one of the big ships, Byler, Mileven, Ronance, Lumax, ect, their tag is filled with people being like : "Best friends!! I love them platonically!!" and it's just?? So not what that tag is for? The Stranger Things fandom has created platonic tags, use those. And especially if it's a ship that contains Will that isn't byler- people will insist that those two can only ever be platonic. As if Will isn't allowed find interest in a different guy besides Mike- this is fandom, people are allowed to enjoy ships that aren't the big ones.

It goes beyond just the ship tags. If I'm in the Lucas Sinclair tag I am not there to see Mileven or Byler shit, I don't want to see Lucas as a fanboy for either ship, I want to see content for Lucas. God help the Eleven Hopper tag,

But like I said, I keep my peace, I don't scroll through the tags anymore and I limit my interactions with the Stranger Things fandom,,,only everytime I post the rare character or a ship headcannon I will have people reblog it with either A.) Saying some shit about them being 'omg besties!' when clearly I meant the ship in a romantic light or B.) If it's a character headcanon or a ship one, people will use it to shit on other ships. THAT'S NOT WHAT MY BLOG IS ABOUT.

Okay I don't know- this turned into a ramble that I'll probably delete later. I just had to vent and also a lot of only Stranger Things blogs have been following me lately and I felt the need to explain why post how I post with St vs It.

[stranger-stardustt]

Who would the first to say "I love you" between El and Max?

Max falls first, El says it first. Yes, i’m writing it. Enjoy!

———

Max had never understood the concept of teenage love. She watched her friends go through it, falling headfirst for some boy or girl that they probably wouldn’t even remember in 20 years. It was stupid to her, the idea of wasting your time on someone like that.

And then Max herself fell in love. And she realized that she never actually despised the idea of it; she was just scared.

Scared wasn’t a thing Max felt often. Not anymore. Not since her family fell apart, and definitely not since everything that happened with the Upside Down.

But El scared her. El, with her pretty brown hair and her quick witted mind and her innocent eyes that had been through so much pain. El, with her laugh and her smile and everything else about her that made Max’s heart beat in her chest.

El, who made her feel alive. El, who she was in love with.

In the end, it was El who said it first.

The two girls were in bed, lazily watching television, hands intertwined. El had her cheek pressed to Max’s chest, nuzzled into her so close she would probably feel Max’s rapidly beating heart.

And then she just said it.

“I love you.”

It took Max a moment to comprehend what was just uttered aloud. She turned red, the thumping of heart ringing in her ears.

“You- what?” she muttered.

El sat up. “I love you,” she repeated, eyes locking with Max’s. “Hopper says I should tell you. I am in love with you.”

Max’s throat went dry. “Oh,” she croaked, frozen.

“Are you okay?” El was staring at her, pupils big and wide. “Should I not have said that?”

“No!” Max rushed to say, desperately trying to keep El from taking it back. She took a deep, heavy breath. “I love you too.”

A smile broke out across El’s lips. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Max confirmed.

And then they went back to cuddling.

And Max was in love. And for once, she was happy to be scared.

[jaegerisim]

Ficlets

Evil! Will flirting with Mike

Coming soon: Elmax pool party fic!

Coming soon: Morally ambiguous Will flirting with stoic rich Mike

[givehimthemedicine]

summer // elmax ficlet

Your first summer is the best one ever. The world has just gotten bigger, and there is so much new.

Before, there had never been such a time as summer, or not-summer either. All there was before was the same air whooshing out of the same vents in the same white tile rooms. The same day every day, always.

The cabin had been cold too, in the winter, but a real kind of cold. Now in the summer it gets warm enough inside that your skin feels sticky. Even if neither is pleasant, it is fun, because it is real.

There are windows you could see outside from if you opened the shades (don't), so it is just one step away from being outside, which is like just one step away from being free, almost.

You are in the real world now. There is dirt and fire and television and your hair is getting long and you think maybe you feel human. You love it.

.

Your second summer, you make your first friend who is a girl.

Max is smarter than everybody and good at everything and her hair glows orange in the sun.

She lets you sleep in her bed and helps you walk in heels and shows you new ways to dress and new treats to eat. You have never laughed so much in your life.

This summer, you learn that you are allowed to have your own favorite color, and that you can be the person a shirt is the size of, and that really, actually, you can do whatever you want.

Your world gets bigger again, and there is so much new it almost makes you dizzy to try to think about it all. You are seriously considering feeling like you are a real person.

The two of you have lots of fun - until you don't - but if you just count the good part, your second summer is the best one ever.

.

Your third summer, Max wakes up.

They say she can only come home if she has round the clock care, and you say you you you please please you.

Now it is you letting her sleep in your bed, and you helping her walk, fastening her buttons, feeding her her meals.

She seems ashamed to ask you for too much. You don't know how to make her believe that you wish she would ask you for more. That there is nothing you would not do for her. You would trade her your own arms and legs and eyes if you could.

Sometimes she puts her head on your shoulder, or holds your hand just to make sure you are there, and it makes you so happy your heart beats wrong.

One night, when she thinks you are asleep, she tells you that she loves you. You have never been happier, or more sure that you must be somebody.

Your world has just gotten smaller, and there is so much new.

Max is alive, and awake, and safe, and here, and she loves you. Your third summer is the best one ever.

[angelbymadonna]

Elmax Week Fanfic Day Two- Rink-O-Mania Fix-It

While I would not put Max in Cali in canon, and if she did go I do NOT think this is how it would realistically play out, I wanna pretend that they can just be ALL HAPPY AND GAY okayyyyy??

After getting up at some ungodly dark hour and being awake and jostled around for seven hours straight in the house(last minute packing), car, airport, and plane(starting at dawn), Max had finally arrived. Leave it to Owens to buy a plane ticket. The rest of her friends were still in Hawkins for break, they'd have other opportunities to visit.

At the gate, wearing a characteristic light blue flannel and lime scrunchie, waving wildly, was El. Her hair was long enough to tie up properly, and she'd grown in the last year. Max had seen the pictures of course, that El had sent along with her long letters, and it wasn't like Max hadn't grown too, but it wasn't another thing to finally see her in person.

What hadn't changed was El's ability to act as a beacon of happiness, completely focused on her mood, if a tad oblivious of the people around her. The effect was definitely contagious. Max felt her lips curl into a smile past what they should've been able in her tired state, and vaguely felt bags slipping from her hands as she pushed through the forms of people she barely noticed and ran straight towards El. Max hugged El as tightly as if she'd never see her again, burying her face into El's neck, committing to memory the floral smell of perfume (peony) and the soft feeling of well-worn flannel. A tad dramatic, maybe, but in all fairness, it had been months since the two had seen eachother and would be months before the opportunity arose again.

-----

Sitting together on El's bed, it was all too easy to fall into their old routine. Max could probably recite the details of El's life front to back after so many letters. Actually the same could be said the other way around too. El had a way of making everything Max said or wrote feel important, so she wrote it all. El could tell you the time, day, and place of Max and Lucas's breakup, for example, just as well as if she were there. It was only fair, since Max actually was there when El broke up with Mike.

Actually, even though it took place months before El even left, the topic was coming up again. El's breakup, that is. "The more I think about it, the more I realize I might feel better if I was not his girlfriend. If I didn't say yes."

Max didn't say anything to respond to that. she stayed where she was, leaning on El's shoulder with El leaning in her head. braiding and unbraiding the frayed tails of El's string bracelet. Taking a second to process until she had to just ask. "What do you mean?"

And Max found herself holding her breath while awaiting an answer. She felt an almost anxious anticipation, or something similar she couldn't quite explain. The topic of boyfriends was like that for her with El. She'd never say it aloud, but there was definitely a reason. Max was staying right in her comfortable place at El's side and would never be venturing out into the terrifying possibility of- anything else, thank you very much. Sure, the closeness to the point of nearly not being able to tell where she began and her friend ended was a little guilt-wracking in its own right, and nerve-wracking when others were present, but who was she to rob El of that company?

"I realized that Mike wanted different than what I wanted. I cannot have that with him. But there is a different person who can."

"Who you could have that relationship with?"

"Yes."

Maybe Max had forgotten to control herself after so long away, riding the high of just getting to see El. Whatever the reason, Max's feelings got away from her, and like a dog that got off its leash, hope ran around her ribcage and left firey pawmarks on every spot. Max looked up at the other girl's face, searching for the answer to the equally burning question before it would even leave her lips and set in motion the uncontrollable blaze of change.

"Who?"

But El was just as frozen, looking past Max's eyes, through them to her mind, it seemed. The best indication that time hadn't frozen was El's breathing beneath Max. The rise and fall of her chest, directly by Max's now that she had turned around, and the air between them.

"I hope you know," El started.

Max would've waited it out. She would've waited however long it took to hear the words. But El was the one waiting for Max to finish her sentence when her gaze flitted down from Max's eyes to her lips in indication.

-----

Max enjoyed her spring break. She enjoyed pinning up countless polaroids, ones El had taken of her goofing around because "Beautiful, like art.". She enjoyed skating down the street with El and sharing an ice cream cone with El and watching movies with El and yeah, okay, kissing El. Max enjoyed having a girlfriend. She enjoyed not keeping things from her.

Maybe change was okay sometimes, even if it was scary.

[isthatmyjacket-covenofchaossq]

I have nothing against steddie or byler but damn I am tired of every time I click at the "for you" tab every art, every ficlet or whatever is always about them. there's so little of ronance and even less about elmax on my "for you" tab, it's frustrating

I'm a girl who likes to read about my fav girls being silly and falling in love/discovering they like/love each other more than just as friends and there's nearly nothing!

I think it's great that there's a lot of steddie and byler content for those who ships them hard and want to read all about them, and see all the arts about them but I wish we had more ronance and elmax as well.

specially elmax - at least to me - ofc I wouldn't mind reading ronance being the "big sisters" or mentors elmax deserves and I really need of my girls interacting

[thatonesongyouretryingtoremember]

HI!

You may be familiar with the non canon Sapphic ships BRACKET going on.

Long story short: I want ELMAX to win.

If you'd like to join my Elmax campaign and win the hearts of undecided bracket voters, send me an ask!

(Questions can be on anon, but obviously if you want me to keep you in the loop, you'll have to be off it or include the url of the corresponding sideblog.)

I'll be tagging these posts with the bracket poll tag, the elmax tag, and with #elmax propaganda, so block the last tag if you don't want to see me.

My idea is to create mixed media posts and release them around when the elmax polls are. So WHATEVER YOUR TALENT- ranting, edits, gifsets, fanart, IT HELPS!

Remember- there's no way every person on tumblr will know every ship in the bracket, the more elmax we post, the more appealing they'll look next to someone else's blorbo.

As far as making visual media, which I think will get the most attention, there is PLENTY to use in the show. Share your ideas- spin the bottle scene, El holding Max at the mall, Max cleaning El's blood, anything.

Even regular bracket propaganda- ie: ranting about them: there is PLENTY of material to use! And while I'd probably stay away from ficlets as propaganda since they wouldn't appeal to non-ST fans, getting hyped over some apocalypse survivors being gay is ALWAYS appreciated.

[mayahawkins]

thanks for the tags @elekinetic, @strangeswift, and @elmaxed in this wip game.

Rules: Post the names of all your works in your WIP folder. Let people send you asks based on those titles and any that especially intrigues them, and then respond to them. Lastly, tag as many people as WIPs you have.

most don’t have fun names but whatever, also these don’t include my ficlet drafts

i never could’ve seen you coming (i think you’re everything i wanted

there is magic in us

joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of best friends

tagging @astrobei @wiseatom @andiwriteordie but no pressure ofc

[andiwriteordie]

Congrats on the followers, you absolutely deserve them!!

If you would want to, can you write some sibling willel fluff? (I’m sorry it’s not a very specific prompt😭) they’re just,,,so siblings

Hope you are having a good day!

ahhh thank you so so much!!! also WILLEL YES!!! here's a little modern au with high school willel, byler, and elmax for you! :)

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boys and boys and girls and girls 

So, here’s a piece of advice for you:

Don’t go on a double date with your brother.

Especially if the person your brother is dating happens to be your ex-boyfriend.

Also especially if the person you are dating happens to be your brother’s date’s “worst frenemy” (their words, not El’s.) 

…

Really, El did not think that date through, and it’s a really, really good thing that the four of them have known each other and have been best friends since middle school. She can’t imagine going on a date with a girl as pretty as Max and having it be as chaotic as this one had been. Though, honestly, El doesn’t know why she expected anything different. 

First of all, Max has always been unafraid to tell people off—especially if they are rude, like the stupid man who was standing in front of them at the restaurant. So, her fight with him came as no surprise at all to El.

(Also, it was kind of hot, but that’s a whole other story.)

Second of all, Mike has absolutely zero filter and the world’s worst resting bitch face. So, when the poor waitress messes up Will’s order and Mike damn near bites her face off, El really, really can’t say she’s surprised.

(God, she’s glad she’s not the one who has to deal with him anymore. She has no idea how she put up with him for over a year. Thirteen year old El was very stupid and suffering from a very bad case of comp het.)

Anyways, despite the fact that Max and Mike get into fights with people at the restaurant and then some arguments with each other, the rest of the double date goes really well. Max and El kick both the boys’ asses at mini golf, and hey, El gets a few kisses from her girlfriend to celebrate. It’s a win-win situation, honestly. 

It is a little bit awkward when Mike drops both Will and El off, though. He’d volunteered to drive tonight since the rest of them have to battle their families for cars, and so, Mike gets the fun job of dropping his boyfriend and El off first and then dropping Max off before he actually gets home. 

So, uh… that’s how El ends up standing outside on her family’s porch, kissing her girlfriend and trying her damnedest to ignore the fact that her brother is kissing his boyfriend in the car a few feet away.

(She’s never doing a double date with Will and Mike again. Never in a million years.)

Eventually, El decides to be the responsible one, and she (very reluctantly) sends her girlfriend away, watching in amusement as Max scares the shit out of Will by knocking on his window. Will looks a little bit exasperated, but he gets out of the car with very minimal arguing.

Mike, on the other hand, starts bickering with Max the moment she gets into his car, and even as the two of them drive away, El can hear the two of them bitching at each other.

… 

Hopefully, they won’t kill each other before Max gets home. That would be very unfortunate.

“So,” Will says slowly, once Mike’s car has disappeared from view.

El raises an eyebrow, turning to look at her older brother. “So…”

“That… sure was something,” Will remarks. He’s fighting a smile and beating around the bush—typical Will behavior. 

“You mean it was a trainwreck,” El deadpans, and Will just snorts. “We are never doing that again.”

“Oh, thank God.” Will breathes a sigh of relief, and he walks over to their family’s little porch swing, all but collapsing onto it. “El, you know I love you and Max, and obviously, I love Mike, but… tonight was—”

“The worst possible thing that we could’ve done?” El finishes.

“Yes!” Will moans, holding his head in his hands. “Have you ever realized we’re practically dating the same person? Like… same person, different fonts, El. I know this whole little rivalry of theirs is just for show, but Jesus, I really thought Mike was gonna end up pushing Max into the water at the mini golf place!”

El giggles, and she takes a seat next to her brother, leaning her head on his shoulder. “Max would have killed him if he did that,” she points out. “And I would have taken a video and laughed.”

Will lifts his head, making a face at her. “Dude, you’ve got to stop threatening to kill my boyfriend.”

“I’ll stop when your boyfriend stops being an idiot!” El retorts, and Will just makes another face at her.

“Don’t be rude,” he scolds, poking her side lightly. “I swear to God, Max is such a bad influence on you. It was bad enough when you were just friends, but now that you’re dating, it’s even worse.”

Once again, El just laughs. “Sometimes, relationships bring out the best in you,” she says wisely, “but other times, they bring out the worst in you. I am happy my girlfriend brings out the worst in me. It’s kind of fun being evil, especially when it gets you and Mike riled up.”

An exasperated little sigh escapes Will’s lips, and he leans his head on top of El’s own. After a few moments of quiet, he mutters, “You’ve really taken this ‘youngest child’ thing to heart, haven’t you?”

“Yep!” El says cheerfully. “It’s a lot of fun. I can see why you enjoyed being the youngest for so long. Sorry you got demoted to middle child.”

Will sticks his tongue out at her. “I hate you,” he deadpans.

“I love you too, Will,” she says, before standing and offering her brother a hand. “Now, come on. I’m in the mood to watch the Reputation Stadium Tour again, and you’re going to watch it with me.”

Her brother just laughs as El pulls him back into their house. There’s a fond, loving smile on his face, and despite their disastrous double date and how their partners are both sort of insane, El wouldn’t change a single thing.

And when Will squeezes her hand and whispers back, “Love you too,” El gets the feeling her brother feels the same way.