She/Her Obsessed with Taylor Swift, books, music, crafts, history, red lipstick, love for fanfiction and tendency to prefer fictional men The Eras Tour SP- N1 ✨19✨
You knew it! My new original song “I Knew It, I Knew You” for Disney and Pixar’s Toy Story 5 will be yours on June 5th. I’ve always dreamed of getting to write for these characters who I’ve adored since I was a 5 year old kid watching the first Toy Story movie. I fell instantly in love with Toy Story 5 when I was lucky enough to see it in its early stages, and I wrote this song as soon as I got home from the screening. Sometimes you just know, right?
You can pre-order now exclusively on my site and catch Toy Story 5 in theaters June 19th ☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️
I mean, GOD WHY WOULD YOU PUT ME IN THIS GODDAMN PLANET IF I CAN’T HAVE A TALL, STRONG, FUNNY, CHALANT MAN WITH BIG ARMS AND HANDS, SMART AND COMPLETELY DEVOTED AND OBSESSED WITH ME???
I think you guys will never understand how important for brazilians this victory is. We live in a country where our art and culture is dragged down all the fucking time, our artists are full of talent but so robbed of opportunities. I'm still here is a movie about violence, pain and memory because our people is always forced to forget the absurds we went trough. Fernanda won this award for a entire nation. Thank you Fernanda, Salton Mello and Walter Salles for this movie. You made history.
“The Secret Agent is a film about memory, or the lack of memory and generational trauma. I think if trauma can be passed across generations, values can too. So this is for the ones that are sticking with their values in difficult moments”
Wagner Moura during his acceptance speech for Best Actor Drama at The Golden Globes (2026)
after everything happened, you were the one to drive lucas to the hospital.
it was all the way across town from where you all lived and you insisted that he couldn't ride his bike alone, especially with him returning so late at night. so, with a thankful smile from sue and big gulps from 7/11, you and lucas would sign in at the visitor's desk and start your long shifts at max's side.
no matter what, you were the one lucas would ask for a ride. if you worked, he would bike over himself, even when you insisted that steve or nancy wouldn't mind taking him.
he didn't care. if it wasn't with you, he just went alone.
as time went on, school started again, and reality set in that she would be stuck in this coma for who knew how long, he finally started living a life outside of the hospital. still, there were at least 3 times a week that you would leave out of the blue, pressing a kiss to steve's temple and murmuring, "lucas," before heading to pick the boy up and sitting with him or at the least dropping him off when you had other things to do.
once, he'd requested that you fix her hair for her since he didn't know how, so you did, him holding her up for you as you quickly brushed and braided her hair back flat so she'd stay comfortable and as presentable as you would've wanted to be if you were in a coma.
but, then you spent that night sitting on your living room floor in front of lucas trying to coach him how to braid. according to sue, he'd always refused a lesson and said boys didn't need to know how to braid.
but, now that max was involved, he listened carefully.
"so you can fix it for her yourself next time," you'd said with a small smile, steve standing at his side and coaching him through the simple plait.
steve came with you more than half the time, and there were times between shifts or when he was home alone that he went by himself. some days, he'd pick up lucas without asking, just honking and telling him to get in the car.
"what?" lucas would ask, coming to the passenger window with a frown.
"let's go see your girlfriend," steve would always answer, and lucas always got in.
lucas brought music for her, that continuous loop of running up that hill playing anytime he was there. sometimes he tried new songs, showing her his favorite new album or a song el thought she would like. he'd sit in the chair, holding her hand and mumbling the words as he just watched her breathe, silently thankful for even just that.
steve brought books for her. he wasn't a huge reader, but when he was younger he discovered stephen king novels - which he'd learned last summer that max loved just as much as he did. they'd bonded over them before she went under, and when he was in the room alone, he would read them to her aloud, making his own random commentary like she would be able to respond.
you brought stories for her, filling her in on all the gossip between the couples in your groups, and everything you heard from the boys about the kids in her school. robin came out to the boys after vecna's attack, and she didn't know max well enough to visit her much in the hospital, so you got permission to fill her in on that as well. you imagined she would find the chaos that was robin and vickie's relationship very amusing.
so, when you first announced to the kids you were engaged, you quietly pulled lucas aside and told him, "we should tell max."
he softened, breath catching for a moment before he nodded too many times. "yeah. yeah, we should."
you went the next afternoon after your shift, steve promising to meet you there when he finished up at the wsqk. lucas hopped in your car with his backpack, a new tape and some snacks inside as you made your way to the nearest 7/11.
"remember the rules," you hummed as he filled up his big gulp cup. "don't tell the-"
"others unless i want to stop getting drinks, yes, i know," he said, rolling his eyes as he sipped at the top of his soda before turning to slap a lid on it.
you smiled fondly, putting a lid on yours and then grabbing another. "exactly." you began filling this cup with ice and classic coke before moving to the cherry slurpee and putting a dollop in.
lucas made a face, scrunching his nose. "steve still does that?"
"you think he'd stop?" you snorted, sipping the top so it wouldn't overflow before grabbing a lid and popping a straw in. "it's his churpee coke, he could never let it go."
"so stupid," he laughed, but the smile on his lips told you otherwise.
"it's just steve," you answered, grabbing both drinks and heading to the cash register.
he filled you in on the latest school drama on your drive over, talking about dustin's increasing angst and desire for chaos when he intentionally ticks off the jocks and wears his hellfire tshirt. you weren't surprised, you never were.
eddie's death had hit him hard. in so many ways, you didn't blame him for acting out how he did.
but, when you saw the way it was affecting his friends, affecting lucas and steve especially, you just wished he'd listen and let you all help. still, he was dustin, and he was a stubborn little rat who hadn't ever listened to you a day in his life. it was part of his charm, to be honest.
"he'll be okay," you assured lucas, shooting him a smile as he sipped on his coke and avoiding your eyes. you'd said this same thing too many times for it to mean what it once did, but it was almost muscle memory at this point. "we're still here," you reminded then, not just talking about dustin anymore.
the girls at the hospital knew you both now, waving you off with smiles and kind hello's. you knew the route like the back of your hand, walking quickly to the elevator and then to max's room where you took your normal seats on either side of her bed.
you set steve and your drinks on the sidetable, scooting up to max's side and instinctually reaching to fix her hair. you brushed it from her face, lucas staring solemnly forward as he clung to her hand.
you hummed as you adjusted her braid behind her. "this braid looks good."
"thanks," he answered quietly, smiling thinly.
you tucked stray hairs behind her ears, fingers gentle against her skin as you took in the paler hue to her already fair skin. it got worse every time you were here, like the life was slowly being drained from her on the inside and turning her cold, blue, and frail.
it broke your heart.
you sat down, sipping absentmindedly on your soda as lucas turned her music on low. "we have some serious gossip for you today, max. you're gonna be over the moon so excited. we just gotta wait for stevie to get here."
"do we have to?" lucas complained, which just earned a small smile from you.
"it'll only be a couple minutes," you answered, glancing quickly to the clock. "he got off fifteen minutes ago, so he'll be here anytime now. tell her about lydia stevens and bradley jacobsen in your gym class. she'll freak about that."
he sighed. "that's not as exciting."
"no," you agreed fondly. "but, it fills time."
and so he filled the time, muttering about bradley's idiot self trying to convince lydia to go out with him by using her best friend, which just caused all the more drama.
you sat back with a content smile, sipping on your soda and waiting patiently for your fiance to arrive.
it wasn't five minutes until steve walked in, a bit out of breath, stephen king book hidden behind his back like he was embarrassed to be seen with it, and a smile on his lips as lucas looked up at him quickly. steve moved to the chair next to you, pressing a short kiss to your lips in greeting and dropping his book onto the table next to you.
"hey, sweetheart," he murmured, then kissing your forehead as he reached past you for his slushee coke before finally sitting. "hey, max. lucas."
"hi steve," lucas said, smiling small as the older boy took a long drink from his big gulp cup. he leaned back in his seat, nodding to his girlfriend. "we were waiting for you to tell her."
steve sat up quickly, brows raising as he pulled the straw from his mouth. "what? you were? you haven't told her yet?"
"yes," you laughed lightly, tilting your head at your fiance. "you needed to be here too."
he hummed, smiling gently and nodding. his eyes fell to the comatose girl's face, scanning her freckles and taking in the thin look to her skin. he frowned at the sight. "if she can hear us, maybe it'll get her so excited she'll get some color back into her," he murmured, brows knitting slightly. "is this normal? i think i should talk to the-"
"steve," you said, shaking your head. "let's just talk to her, yeah? we can chat with the nurses later if you feel the need."
"right, yeah," he breathed out, nodding once. he let out a heavy breath, tearing his eyes away from her frail figure to glance between you and lucas. "okay. who's gonna tell her?"
"you should tell her," lucas told you, meeting your eyes. "she likes hearing you talk."
you smiled gently, glancing between him and her. "yeah, i'll tell her. okay." you sat up, squeezing max's hand between both of yours and smiling a bit wider. "alright max, i'm just gonna come out and say it because i don't know how else we would tell you, but steve proposed to me, and i said yes. we're engaged, and when you wake up, and all of this shit goes away, we're going to get married."
lucas' breath stuttered as he watched max's eyelids flicker, steve freezing next to you as you all paused.
several moments passed before any of you moved again, you finally letting out a breath to continue. you squeezed her hand twice, childishly hoping for a response. "you and robin and el and nancy are going to be my bridesmaids, okay? you can pick whatever color dress you want, but i've been thinking blue, so if you happen to want blue that would be great. you look so pretty in blue. we'll have so much fun."
"half the town will be there, but you know that the only people we really care about being there is you guys," steve chimed in, leaning forward with his forearms on his knees. "we need you to make sure everyone's energies stay high and the boys keep dancing."
"i'm an amazing dancer," lucas said with a grin.
"oh, you're awful," you laughed, shaking your head. "but, your enthusiasm makes up for it. maybe it'll be you getting max to dance instead."
he hummed, shaking his head. "nah. her and el will be going crazy on that dance floor, even if you play that shitty country music."
"hey!" you said, even as you smiled widely. "i like my country music."
"yeah, you're the only one, babe," steve said, shaking his head before letting out a light laugh.
you rolled your eyes, turning max's hand in your hand. "max can appreciate it. even if it isn't her favorite." you pulled her fingers over your left hand, tracing them along your ring. "this is my ring. i don't know if you can really tell from just feeling it, but it's really pretty. steve and murray did a good job getting a pretty one."
"i'm good at what i do," steve said, leaning back in the chair dramatically as lucas rolled his eyes.
"better not have to do it a second time," he told the older boy.
"he won't," you answered, glancing between them with a small smile before turning your attention back to max. "except for the wedding band part. but, i have to get him a band too, you know, so all the girls know that he's completely, officially, legally off the market. i'm gonna need your opinion on it before i buy it though, you have a better sense of jewelry than me."
"you don't want my opinion?" lucas asked, frowning in faux offense. "i'm your favorite."
you raised a finger to your lips, smiling as you shook your head. "stop saying that or everyone's gonna figure out it's true. except for max. you guys are tied." he fist pumped the air and you giggled. "i'll need your help too, but i also want you helping steve with my band. it has to be stylish."
"oh, i can do style," he told you, nodding and grinning wide enough for you and steve to laugh hard.
you spent the rest of the afternoon in that hospital room, sitting around her bed and sipping your sodas as you talked about what you're going to do when she wakes up, all the wedding planning that needs to be done then, how to make your reception the biggest party hawkins has seen in a decade.
steve kept his arm around you, and lucas continually held max's hand, while you just kept gabbing away about anything and everything that came to mind. as strange as it sounded, this was one of the only spaces you felt comfortable enough to do that - if you did it with everyone else around, you'd just get made fun of. steve and lucas and max (of course) just listened. and you listened to them.
lucas was half-asleep as steve read a chapter from his book, your legs tossed over his lap as you smiled gently and listened close. he'd never read aloud with you and lucas in the room, and with lucas' less than exciting reaction, you figured he wasn't likely to again.
but, you liked the smoothness of his voice and the calm in his expression. every so often, he would snort at something written to be scary, and mutter, "that's stupid, i know you think so too," before going back to the story.
and even though he was running his free hand up and down your shin slowly, squeezing your knee every so often, you knew he wasn't talking to you when he said things like that.
it made you smile.
lucas asked you to help him sit her up so he could rebraid her hair, and you were happy to do so, holding her by the shoulders as he carefully undid and redid the same simple braid she'd been in for a year.
when he tied it off, he let out a breath, helping you lay her back down comfortably. "there," he murmured quietly, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear before bending to press a gentle kiss to the top of her head.
you exchanged a tragic look with steve, squeezing his hand as he let out a low, deep sigh. lucas sat back in his seat, holding max's hand tightly and keeping his eyes on her intently.
when the sun went down and visiting hours closed, you and lucas got back in your car. you eyed his backpack, starting your galaxie up.
"you bring stuff to stay the night?" you hummed, pulling out of the parking lot and noting steve in his beamer following you. "or do we have to stop by your place."
lucas smiled sheepishly, eyes on his bag as he realized he'd gotten caught. "no, i have it."
you looked to him with a smile. "good."
he dropped his things in the spare bedroom, mumbling something about having split custody with dustin before heading back downstairs to crash with you on the couch.
steve picked up some chinese takeout on the way back, you and lucas chilling in the living room with the breakfast club playing on the tv, a tape robin had left last time she was over.
steve dispersed the food accordingly, and you didn't even blink at the way he remembered both your orders without needing to ask. it was steve. of course he remembered.
he settled in next to you as you ate, watching the movie with mild commentary from lucas about how unrealistic their high school life was, to which steve answered that his high school life was also incredibly unrealistic.
"except it's real," lucas deadpanned, knitting his brows. "i'm real. i exist. emilio estevez isn't real."
"emilio is, andrew isn't," you corrected quickly.
he just rolled his eyes, waving you away.
soon enough, the takeout boxes had been tossed on the coffee table, the tape had been switched to alien, and you were tucked into steve's side. lucas watched the way steve's fingers traced gently down your arm, stopping at your hand and twisting your ring absentmindedly.
you watched him as he snuggled into the couch corner, pulling the blanket he'd claimed as his own up to his shoulders, and turning back to the movie.
you imagined a time when max would be here, taking up space as her own, pulling lucas close and staying close as the four of you watched whatever cheesy movie was chosen then.
you'd be married, and they'd be older, maybe seniors, maybe even close to graduation.
steve pressed a kiss to your temple as if he could tell what you were thinking, and murmured a quiet, "she'll be up soon."
you looked back to him, brows knitting slightly as you asked gently, "how do you know?"
"i have a feeling," he told you before pulling you closer and nodding back to the movie.
you settled in, comfortable and snug and content with having your two favorite boys on either end of the couch. all you were missing was your girl.
this was simultaneously my most favorite and most tragic fic to write. i love reader and lucas, and steve and max, but it's just so sad. thanks for going through this with me guys haha
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