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girl, how much do i have to pay you so you can continue ‘Love Next Door??’
girl i didn’t even think someone would care atp😭😭 but yeah i can think about it
can someone write cute fluff for lucas sinclair i can’t take this anymore
I would die for Lucas x reader where it’s summer and they just do whatever
stargazing
reader and lucas on a date during summer! (lucas has a driver’s license)
you got out of your house, twirling the hem of your dress nervously, lucas was already out. waiting. the windows were down, summer air spilling into the driveway. he leaned casually against the hood, one eyebrow raised.
"finally," he said, "thought you were going to take forever."
"excuse me?" you asked, smirking. "i’m ready literally five minutes faster than usual."
"yeah, right," he said, pushing himself off the car with a grin. "sure, blame me for being early." he said jokingly, getting closer to you to salute you properly. that’s when he really saw you: perfect hair, perfect smile, perfect dress. "wow," he muttered, clearing his throat quickly. "hi."
you laughed softly. "hi?" he was so cute.
"you look… amazing,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, avoiding your eyes. "really amazing"
"you don’t look too bad yourself sinclair" you teased, smirking. "i knew you’d choke on your words."
"shut up," he said, a little flustered. "i’m just… i mean it. you look really, really good." you just shook your head, smiling a bit— you leaned towards him to give him a quick peck on his lips. he pulled you forward, giving you a proper kiss, a peck for him wasn’t enough anymore, and neither was it for you.
"come on, mister early, let’s go. don’t get lost on the way to whatever spot you want to take me." you laughed, walking around to his side of the car.
he jumped in, mock-offended. "oh, please. i know the way."
"sure you do,"you said, buckling in, already anticipating the playful back-and-forth of the drive.
and it was exactly like that. music playing softly in the background, you arguing over the radio station, teasing each other about who could make the other laugh first. lucas kept sneaking glances at you, his grin softening every time your laugh filled the car. the road wound through quiet streets and then onto an empty country lane. you had no idea where he was taking you, which only made it more exciting.
"so… you’re really not telling me anything?" you asked, leaning back in your seat.
"not a word," he said, glancing at you. "it’s more fun this way. suspense is good."
"you’re terrible," you laughed, shaking your head.
finally, he pulled into a small open spot surrounded by trees, the sky stretching above you like a dark canvas sprinkled with stars. he jumped out first, grabbing the blanket from the trunk and spreading it on the grass.
"come on," he said, holding out his hand. "i found the perfect spot."
you chuckled and took it, letting him pull you down beside him. the stars were just beginning to show, tiny pinpricks in the deepening night sky.
"so…," you said, lying back on your elbows. "why’d you pick this spot?"
"because it’s quiet, the view is perfect" he said, brushing your shoulder with his hand. "and because you look beautiful under the stars. not that i needed a reason."
you nudged him. "really? you’re going full cheesy now?"
"maybe," he admitted, grinning. "but you deserve it."
there was a long pause. just the two of you, the night air, the faint sound of crickets. you didn’t notice at first, but lucas’s hand had found yours, fingers intertwining. without thinking, you leaned over and kissed him softly. he froze for a moment, then kissed you back, careful, slow. when you pulled back, your foreheads rested together, and the world felt quiet.
"i… i love you," he said suddenly, voice low, almost like he was surprised himself.
you blinked. "you… what?"
"i love you," he repeated, staring at you like he couldn’t believe he was saying it out loud. "i’ve… i’ve been wanting to say it for a while. i just… never caught the right moment until now."
you laughed softly, brushing your hand over his cheek. "i love you too," you whispered.
he grinned, pulling you into another soft kiss.
"okay so, we’re officially ‘i love you’ people now?"
you huffed a laugh and rolled your eyes playfully, "don’t get too cocky about it.”
"me? cocky?"he asked, mock-offended. "never. maybe a little, but never."
and there you stayed, under the stars, teasing, laughing, stealing soft kisses— just the two of you, perfectly normal, perfectly in love, like the world could wait while you sat in your little summer bubble together.
the stranger things fandom becoming very similar to the marauders fandom was not on my 2026 bingo card but here we are!
Ello there can I pls pls pls pls ask for Lucas x popstar reader?! Like she comes to Hawkins to see him and she’s very known there? Would love to see how u put it
welcome back
a/n oh i just need some comfort rn after the show ended, still can’t believe it. also the concept is there but i changed a few things! hope you still like it!
you stepped off the plane, dragging your bags behind you, scanning the arrival hall. and there he was. lucas. leaning against the railing like he’d been waiting forever, the moment your eyes met, your heart skipped.
"hey" he said softly as soon as you reached him.
"hey" you breathed, dropping your bags and throwing yourself into his arms. he hugged you tight, like he was trying to hold onto you after months of being apart. when he pulled back just a little, his hands cupped your face, and his lips met yours— soft, familiar, just long enough to make your stomach twist in the best way.
"i missed you" he murmured against your forehead.
"i missed you too" you said, holding onto his jacket, not ready to let go.
as you started walking toward the exit, three fans who had been quietly waiting nearby stepped forward hesitantly.
"um… excuse me?" one said nervously, holding out a notebook. "can we… get an autograph?"
you smiled warmly, kneeling slightly so you were closer to their height. "of course! it’s really nice to meet you" you said, signing the notebooks carefully. "thank you!" they said, grinning, before shuffling away.
lucas draped his arm around your shoulders as you stepped outside, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "you handled that really well" he said, smiling down at you.
"they were sweet" you replied, leaning into him. his arm tightened around you naturally, and you found yourself holding onto his hand as well, fingers intertwining without thinking.
your mom was waiting with the car nearby, and you slid into the backseat while lucas jumped in beside you. the ride through the streets of hawkins was quiet, soft 80s music playing from the cassette deck, the hum of the engine filling the space between your words.
you found yourselves slipping into old habits, like you never left: elbows brushing, fingers intertwining, little touches lingering. lucas draped his arm over your shoulders, and you leaned into him.
"remember when we used to hang out at the arcade for hours?" you said, glancing up at him.
"yeah, and you always beat me at every game." he said, smirking.
"i had to," you teased "someone had to keep you humble."
he laughed, the sound low and private, and you felt that same flutter in your chest you always did when he smiled just for you.
by the time the car rolled up to your house, your hands were still entwined, his arm still over your shoulders. the lights were off, and for a second it was quiet. you exchanged a look. and turn on the lights.
as soon as the lights came on, your closest friends jumped out from behind the furniture, yelling, "surprise!"
"oh my god!" you exclaimed, dropping your bags for a second and stepping forward— letting laughter and happy tears escape as you got closer to them to finally say hi.
"yn!" mike grinned, practically bouncing. you ruffled his hair like old times before pulling him into a proper hug.
"we missed you" max said, wrapping her arms around your shoulders, el joined the hug and you hugged them back, laughing quietly as happy tears continued to ran down your face "i missed you too."
will and dustin got, tight hugs, and you squeezed each of them just long enough to let them know you were truly happy to see them again. steve and robin teased you as they hugged you, but you felt the warmth in their eyes as well. nancy and jonathan smiled softly, pulling you into quieter, longer hugs, and erica gave you a side hug, smirking like she’d been planning to tease you all night.
throughout it all, lucas stayed close, hand never leaving yours, arm still casually over your shoulders. when you finally looked at him, he smiled softly.
"welcome home" he whispered in your ear.
he kissed your temple softly, and for a moment, nothing else mattered but him, you, and the quiet happiness of being back.
Pls Lucas sinclair fics with reader whos a lovey dovey simp for his s/o
always him
reader thinking how and why she fell for lucas and being so in love with him.
you had known you were in love with lucas in the quiet moments. not the loud ones where everyone was laughing, or when dustin was talking nonstop, or when mike was being dramatic. it was in the in-between moments. the small ones. the ones that stayed with you.
you sat beside him on the couch in mike’s basement, your shoulder pressed lightly against his arm. he was warm, solid, familiar. you tried to focus on what will was saying, but your thoughts kept drifting back to lucas anyway.
they always did.
you loved the way he paid attention. really listened. the way he thought before he spoke. the way he cared so deeply about doing the right thing, even when it was hard. you loved how gentle he was with you, how he always made space for you without making it obvious.
you were dating now, and somehow that only made the feeling stronger.
you liked holding his hand, but you loved the quiet confidence of it even more. the way he reached for you without hesitation, like there was no question where he belonged. his thumb brushed against your knuckles absentmindedly, and your heart felt full just from that.
you glanced at him, trying not to stare.
he was focused on mike, eyebrows slightly furrowed, nodding along. you thought about how handsome he looked when he was serious, and how soft his smile was when he laughed. you wondered how you’d gotten so lucky.
sometimes you worried it showed too much. how much you liked him. how much you cared. you always noticed when he entered a room. always felt calmer when he sat near you. always sided with him without even realizing it, because trusting him felt natural.
lucas leaned closer, lowering his voice. "you okay?"
you nodded. "yeah. just thinking."
he smiled at you, just a little. "about what?"
you hesitated, then shrugged. "about how much i like you."
he blinked, surprised, then laughed softly. not teasing. not embarrassed.
"yeah?" he said.
"yeah" you replied, heart steady. "a lot."
his hand squeezed yours, grounding you. "i like you too. a lot. you know that, right?"
you nodded, smiling. you did know. he showed it in a hundred small ways every day.
the basement noise faded into the background. your friends were there, safe and familiar, but lucas was your center. the person your thoughts always returned to.
you leaned into him slightly, and he shifted to make you more comfortable without even thinking about it.
sleepover
the party is having a sleepover at mike’s house, and you and lucas are the only ones awake. (also please send requests!!)
the basement was dark except for the soft glow of the string lights mike had strung around the walls. everyone else was asleep, sprawled across sleeping bags, blankets tangled around them. dustin’s arm was draped over a pillow, mike was snoring quietly, and el was curled up in her fort of blankets, sleeping soundly. max was somewhere across the room, deep in dreamland, same as will that was sleeping with his mouth half open and if you were close enough you could almost see some of his drool.
you were lying on your side, staring at the ceiling, the soft hum of the tv filling the empty spaces. you couldn’t sleep. thoughts of lucas kept floating through your mind— the way he smiled when he teased you, the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, the warmth of his hand when it had accidentally brushed yours earlier in the evening.
a soft rustle beside you made you sit up slightly. lucas was awake too, turning toward you.
"hey" he whispered. "can’t sleep?"
"yeah… you?" you asked, voice barely audible.
"same," he said. he paused, then added quietly, "wanna… talk?"
you hesitated for a second, then nodded, scooting closer. soon, the two of you were lying side by side, heads close, shoulders brushing lightly. it was strange, how natural it felt, like it wasn’t even awkward— except, of course, the entire basement was still full of your sleeping friends a few feet away.
"remember that time at the arcade," lucas said softly, "when dustin tried to use the claw machine and ended up hitting himself in the face with the arm?"
you laughed quietly, covering your mouth. "oh my god, yes. he cried for like ten minutes after that."
"and then he blamed steve" lucas added, grinning.
you smiled, shifting slightly so your knees brushed his. "steve’s laugh though… it’s ridiculous. like a cartoon."
lucas chuckled. "yeah… and you laughed so hard when we told you that you almost fell off the couch. i had to catch you."
your cheeks warmed at the memory. "you did… that was sweet."
he paused, as if weighing whether he should say more. he didn’t. but it felt like he did anyways.
your stomach flipped.
he blinked at you, soft and quiet, then smiled a little, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "i… i don’t know what i’d do without you."
you swallowed, heart hammering, and scooted closer. "me neither."
the two of you talked about everything after that— childhood memories, embarrassing moments, movies you loved, silly what-if scenarios. lucas told a story about the time he got stuck in a tree trying to rescue a cat, and you laughed so hard you had to cover your face against his shoulder. you told him about some of your deepest secrets, and he listened, really listened, his hand brushing yours again absentmindedly— you did the same when he told you his.
hours passed like minutes, and slowly, naturally, your hands found each other, fingers tangling. lucas didn’t pull away— he shifted so your head rested against his shoulder, and soon you were both wrapped up in the blanket, murmuring quiet jokes and small confessions until your voices got softer and softer, until neither of you even realized you were falling asleep.
and then the basement was silent, except for the occasional soft snore from mike or dustin. the two of you were curled up together, hands intertwined, hearts racing in a quiet, perfect sync.
morning came slowly. the first sound wasn’t groaning or stretching. it was giggling. soft, snickering giggles, followed by the click of a camera. you stirred, blinking at the sunlight spilling in through the basement windows, and realized lucas was still pressed against you, warm and heavy in the best way possible.
"yn…?" he murmured, voice groggy, still half-asleep.
"lucas…" you whispered back, cheeks heating, heart hammering at the way your bodies were so close.
and then you noticed the rest of the party at the top of the stairs: will, grinning maniacally with his camera ready; max, smirking and holding el’s hand; mike, trying to act casual but failing spectacularly; dustin, holding his laugh so hard that a few tears were running down his face.
then he eventually broke out "oh my god!" dustin squealed. "look at you two! asleep together!"
lucas groaned, hiding his face in your neck. "dustin, no—"
"this is perfect," max said, still smirking. "we knew it would happen!"
el quietly giggled, pointing at the camera. the click of another photo made lucas stiffen, and you buried your face against his chest, trying to hide your blush. "shut up, you guys…" you whispered, voice muffled.
"too late" dustin said, snapping another picture "memories forever!"
lucas whispered softly, brushing your hair back. "don’t wake me up" he murmured.
"i’m not" you replied, curling closer into him, savoring the warmth and quiet of the moment.
your friends' giggles and teasing faded into the background. for a moment, everything felt calm and simple. the noise of the day slipped away, leaving a quiet sense of comfort and ease. being there together, sharing the same peaceful pause, felt just right.
holy shit tomorrow i’ll be grieving like a mf
i would love to write lucas sinclair’s fanfics and im totally open to requests, please im begging.
are you dating?
idiots in love
you were sitting on the floor with your back against the couch, legs stretched out, when lucas dropped down beside you like it was the most natural thing in the world. his knee pressed lightly against yours and stayed there. you didn’t move it away.
dustin noticed immediately. of course he did.
"wow," he said, not even trying to be subtle. "you two come as a set now?" lucas rolled his eyes but his hand slid a little closer to yours anyway, fingers brushing yours on purpose. "relax."
"we are relaxed," max said from the couch, smirking. "this is just very entertaining." you tried to focus on whatever steve was saying across the room, but lucas leaned in to whisper something under his breath, warm and quiet and only meant for you. you laughed before you could stop yourself, leaning into his shoulder. "uh-huh," robin said. "totally normal friend behavior." lucas muttered something that sounded like "oh my god" but his arm came up behind you anyway, resting loosely along your shoulders. it wasn’t even subtle. you fit there too easily, like you’d done it a hundred times already.
el tilted her head, watching the two of you with genuine curiosity. "are you dating?" she asked, completely serious. you froze. lucas froze. mike groaned from somewhere behind you. "el—"
"no," will said quickly, trying and failing not to smile, "let her finish." lucas cleared his throat, cheeks warming. "we’re just… hanging out."
max raised an eyebrow. "sure lovebirds"
"max!", you said at the same time as lucas, laughing right after. dustin pointed between the two of you. "you see this, right? the synchronized reactions? that’s not platonic." the two of you just laughed again, then he leaned closer, voice low. "do you care?" you shook your head, still smiling. "not even a little." he smiled back, brighter this time, and stayed right there— too close, too obvious, and absolutely not trying to hide it anymore. and honestly? neither were you.
looking up some lucas fanfictions and all i get is mostly smut about mike?? y’all are weird asf
so in love
just you and lucas crushing on each other
you were walking a few steps behind the others, hands tucked into your jacket pockets as the sound of laughter echoed down the street. dustin was loudly explaining something that made absolutely no sense, max was arguing with him anyway, el was walking between them, listening carefully and chiming in every now and then, and mike and will trailed off to the side, deep in their own conversation.
lucas slowed his pace without saying anything, naturally falling back until he was walking beside you. you glanced over at him, catching the small smile he was already wearing, like he’d been waiting for that exact moment. it was easy with him— always had been. no pressure. no awkwardness. just comfort.
"hey, y/n" he said quietly, just loud enough for you to hear over the others. you bumped his shoulder lightly as you walked. "hey." ahead of you, steve was pretending not to listen while robin roasted him relentlessly, and max snorted in laughter. the whole group felt warm, familiar, like a place you could finally exhale.
you and lucas ended up sitting next to each other once everyone piled into steve’s living room. el took the spot on the floor nearby, legs crossed, focused on the snacks like they were very important business. someone had claimed the armchair like a throne, and dustin immediately called dibs on the rest of the food. lucas leaned back on his hands, close enough that you could feel his presence without him needing to say anything.
every now and then, your shoulders brushed. every time, neither of you moved away. when dustin started a story that was clearly going nowhere, el tilted her head, listening seriously, while lucas leaned closer to you, lowering his voice. "think he’ll ever get to the point?" you smiled, shaking your head. "nope. but he’s committed now." lucas laughed quietly, the sound softer than the chaos around you. he looked at you for a second longer than usual, like he wanted to say something but didn’t need to. you felt it anyway— the unspoken understanding, the comfort of being chosen without a big declaration.
later, when the movie finally started and everyone argued over where to sit, el carefully chose a spot with a clear view of the screen, mike settling in close beside her. lucas made sure there was space next to him before you even had to ask. you settled in, knees pulled up, and he angled himself just enough so you fit naturally beside him. nothing dramatic.
nothing rushed. just you, lucas, and the rest of the party, safe together for one quiet moment— and somehow, that felt like everything.
OMG WHERE ARE THE LUCAS SINCLAIR FANFICS??? DO YOU GUYS HATE HIM OR SUM??
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[stranger things fanfiction/ fem!oc x mike wheeler x lucas sinclair—love triangle]
The discovery of an alternative dimension had completely changed the lives of June Parker and her best friends. It forced them to grow up too quickly—filled with fear, yes, but also surrounded by love, friendship and laughter.
Now years later, almost two years have passed—twenty months, to be exact— since something strange, something undeniably supernatural, happened. In that time, June lost all of those things.
Fear stayed, and anger took its place, filling the void left by the family and friends she once had.
They were ignoring her. Lucas, Mike, Dustin and Will—the best friends she had ever known, were shutting her out. Now of all times, when they were supposed to stick together they chose to leave her all alone. The only one who reached out was Nancy, but even with her, they never talked about them; June never asked, because she knew the answers that would have been given to her would probably shatter her heart into millions of pieces.
So, she didn't ask. She didn't want to.
She still saw them at school: in the hallways, at lunch, in the few classes they shared. What made June angrier was how they acted—as if she had never existed, as if she had never been part of The Party.
She couldn't understand what she had done wrong.
June tried talking to each of them, but they all gave the same rehearsed answer: "We just grew apart". She called it bullshit. But after months of trying, she eventually stopped caring.
She gave everyone the cold shoulder. She wasn't even sad anymore—she was furious. Furious because she still didn't understand why they suddenly decided she wasn't family anymore. And honestly? Fuck them. If they didn't want to be friends with her, then so be it.
What June didn't know was that it had been a painful decision for all of them. Their annoying, stubborn, fiercely loyal best friend—the girl who had helped them through everything, was now the one they were trying to protect. The Party had decided it was time to return the favor: keep her as far away from Vecna and the Upside Down as possible, until everything was over. Even if that meant losing her forever.
Oh, but how wrong June was when she thought they had forgotten about her. They were suffering—terribly so.
Joyce and Hopper missed her; she had always been a breath of fresh air, even on the worst days. El missed her best friend—after losing Max, losing June too felt unbearable. She knew distancing herself was for the best, but she couldn't accept the idea of June hating her; so sometimes she left little notes in her locker ( June still couldn't understand how El managed to do that ). Even Steve and Robin felt her absence. Steve didn't want to admit it at first, but when she stopped visiting them at work, he realised he even missed June and her annoying lectures to him about every wrong choice in his life. And Robin? She still missed laughing about it all, even after months.
Nancy felt a special connection with June—maybe because she saw a younger version of herself in her, and she refused to let her slip away. So Nancy started checking on June every day, sometimes with Jonathan at her side.
Will wanted to talk to her when he got back from California, but never did—and now he regrets every time he didn't pick up the phone when she called. Dustin was grieving on his own; he couldn't bring himself to open up to the rest of The Party. They all saw how much he had changed, sometimes they even stared at him like he'd lost his damn mind. He knew that if June was still around, she would've defended him, understanding him by just one look.
Mike yearned for June to look at him—just once. But she never did ( or at least, he never caught her ). He was the one who introduced her to The Party when they were kids. So when he looked at her in the hallways, he didn't miss her just now—he missed the little girl who laughed every time he tried teaching her D&D, who taught him how to tie his shoes, who held his hand and dried his tears when Troy bullied him in middle school, reassuring him that someday it would all stop. ( Mike still doesn't know that June once talked to Troy afterward and made him cry for thirty minutes ).
What he couldn't understand was why doing the right thing hurt so much. The only thing Mike Wheeler did understand was that Lucas yearned June Parker just as much—maybe even more.
Lucas missed everything about her—not just her presence, but her laugh, the soft brush of her hand against his when they "accidentally" touched, both of them blushing; the way she tucked a strand of her golden hair behind her ear when she was flustered; all the small, simple things that made June Parker who she was.
What none of them knew yet was that soon they would have to break the promise they made.
Because Vecna was back.
And June wasn't any safer than the rest of them.
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