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Max Mayfield x Lucas Sinclair Short Fanfic

“Slowly.. I said slowly! Lucas, I swear to god!”

The redhead’s voice echoed throughout the empty skatepark. She could see it now; Lucas toppling off her board and breaking his leg all because he was trying to show off in front of her. And it would serve him right too. The big idiot. If he was trying to impress Max then it wasn’t working in the slightest. Not even the tiniest bit.

Instead, she stood atop one of the ramps with her arms folded and the most unamused expression on her face. Max had to admit though; it was hard not to let her lips twitch up into a smirk upon seeing her boyfriend wobble around all over the place like a newborn fawn trying to get used to its legs. Lucas had the grace of one, that was for sure.

It was rather.. impressive how much speed he had picked up already. For his first time on the board, he wasn’t doing half bad. Not that she would ever tell him that. Lucas’s ego was already big enough.

“Chill out, Max. How hard can it be?” There came that cocky tone of his. That shit-eating grin spreading across his face which Max wanted to slap right off of him. Oh she couldn’t wait for him to smack down onto the concrete. That would show him. “I’m like, a professional now.” Lucas continued to big himself up, arms flexing to further show her.

If it wasn’t for the fact that his legs were shaking like a damn leaf then he may have actually started to believe it himself.

“Such a professional. I’m so jealous of your skills. By all means, go for it. Show me how it’s done. Prove me wrong.” The redhead told him sarcastically, piercing blue eyes trained on his every move. It would only be a matter of time now. A matter of time before he was kissing the ground beneath them.

And just as anticipated— there he went in all his glory.

It all happened so fast that Lucas hadn’t had much time to regain his balance before the board came out right from underneath his feet. Before he knew it both his knees had smashed into the hot tarmac, enticing a yelp from the boy as he landed with a thud.

So much for showing Max how it was done. All that had achieved him was a whole lot of pain accompanied by the feeling of something warm trickling down his legs.

Blood. Great.

If it wasn’t for the fact that a round of slow-clapping had filled the brief silence along with what sounded like snickering? Lucas would have most definitely folded in on himself and let the tears that were stinging his eyes run freely down his cheeks. As if he was about to let Max have that satisfaction though.

No, he had to be tough.

“Bravo! What do you call that trick? Falling on your ass?” Max sniggered out, that devious smirk finally breaking through her usually stoic expression that she wore all too well. It was what she was known for. A resting bitch face, as some may call it. Lucas seemed to have a knack for always knowing how to knock it right off her face only for it to be replaced by something less cold.

The pout that formed on Lucas’s face only caused a few fits of giggles and amused snorts to escape her, freckled cheeks turning a rosy red thanks to how breathless she’d become. He could be such a child sometimes and yet, it was oddly charming.

“It’s not funny, Max!” It was obvious that Lucas was trying to hold back laughter too. Max’s cute little snorts were his weakness. Even when he was mad at her, those snorts melted him. He was such a sucker for her and she knew it. It simply wasn’t fair. “How are you even supposed to balance on that thing? It’s impossible.” Lucas finally admitted defeat. Maybe he really should have slowed down like Max had told him too.

Max’s eyes almost rolled to the back of her head upon hearing that. “Oh I don’t know, try to stop your legs from shaking for one. But maybe you should stick to basketball, hm? Wouldn’t want your delicate little self getting hurt again.” She cooed at her boyfriend in a taunting manner, a hand reaching over to playfully swat at the fresh wounds that had embedded themselves into Lucas’s knees.

Of course, she was careful not to actually touch the raw flesh. Couldn’t have him crying like a big baby.

His flinching as her hand got nearer and nearer to the wounds were what eventually made her cease up on her teasing. Right. Maybe she should actually be nice to him incase he was actually hurt.

“You’re so ridiculous, Sinclair. Honestly.” Despite Max’s words, her tone had softened considerably as her hands caressed his leg. Thankfully the cuts on his knees didn’t look too deep. Not enough to need stitches anyway. She would know. Years of skating and she’d learned the hard way when a cut looked worse than it seemed.

Lucas couldn’t help but to admire her as she studied the bloody gashes. Max was so beautiful. The natural sort of beautiful. The way her hair looked more vibrant in the sun and her eyes bluer than the sky above them. It made him wonder how he got so lucky. She was out of his league, that was for sure.

“Wanna kiss me better?” He decided to try his chances, wiggling his eyebrows at her as that toothy grin of his lit up his entire face. It was worth a shot, right? How could she deny him a kiss after his traumatic injury.

But this was Max he was talking about. Lucas really shouldn’t have been surprised to hear her scoff in his face.

“Pfft, you wish.” Max quirked a brow in his direction, though soon regretted it once she’d met his gaze. Those same warm, cedar brown eyes she had fallen in love with. It was impossible to look away. They were like a deep, dark forest that she endlessly wanted to get lost in. And with the way he was staring at her like she was the only girl to grace the face of the Earth? Max felt her cheeks heat up until they were burning like a furnace.

God, he could be such a dork sometimes. Her dork.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” Max sighed out in defeat, bringing a hand up to delicately caress the apple of his cheek. That action alone had Lucas’s grin widening until he was smiling like a Cheshire Cat. “You tell anyone I got all soft on you and you’re dead. Got it?” She fixed him with a stern glare, before letting her face relax until she couldn’t help but to smile back at him.

Love had never been in the cards for Max. She was convinced of it. After witnessing her parents divorce, she believed that love didn’t really exist. It was something that existed solely in fairytales and sappy romcoms. A lot of bullshit to convince little girls that they would in fact find their Prince Charming one day.

But then along came Lucas who changed her view on, well.. everything. It scared her how much he cared about her. How much she cared about him in return. It was too perfect sometimes and Max couldn’t ever bring herself to accept the feeling of safety that she found in his arms.

But for now? She would. Max would let herself fall. Welcome the sense of warmth that always surrounded her like a blanket whenever he was near.

“I love you, stalker.” Those words slipped from her lips in a quiet murmur, soon to be sealed by a kiss as she leaned in to let her lips meet his.

Warm. Soft. Endless butterflies swirling around in the pit of her stomach. Those were just some of the many feelings she felt whenever kissing Lucas Sinclair.

“I love you too, MadMax.” Lucas whispered back against the plump of her lips, eyes slowly slipping shut as the two lovers basked in the feeling of a love that he thought would last forever.

If only..

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The sound of a familiar beeping filled his ears as Lucas was jolted back to reality.

Blinking a couple of times, it was hard to register what had just happened. Some sort of daydream? No, a memory. A memory from last Summer before everything had gone to shit.

Lucas had been so lost in a daze that he couldn’t even register where he was for a couple of seconds.. that was until he was met with the all too familiar sight in front of him. It was enough to have his stomach sinking and his heart almost breaking into two all over again.

Max. Adorned in a hospital gown. Limbs covered in casts and her body laying in the same fragile state it had been for just over a month now. Seeing her hooked up to all of those machines never failed to bring tears to sting at his eyes. She looked so.. frail.

A girl once full of life lay comatose in a hospital bed and it was all because of him. Lucas hadn’t been able to save her that night at the Creel house. She was in this state because of him. Vecna had got to her because of him.

The guilt was eating Lucas alive and despite being told multiple times by his friends that there was nothing he could have done? He didn’t at all believe that. The doctors didn’t even know if she would wake up, or what state she’d wake up in if she was lucky enough to pull through. Would she be blind? Paralysed? And if she died—

Thankfully Lucas didn’t have much time to let his mind wander down that dark path.

A hand on his shoulder was almost enough to make him leap out of his skin. Whipping his head around to the source, Lucas felt a wave of relief soon wash over him upon discovering that it was only Dustin. God, he hated how he was staring at him like he was some sort of kicked puppy. Everyone seemed to be giving him that look these days.

“Come on man, you’ve been sitting there all day.” His friend pleaded with him.

Lucas followed Dustin’s gaze down to his and Max’s joined hands. He hadn’t even realised that he’d been holding onto her. Just went to show that it had become second nature for him to cling onto her ever since Max’s stay at the hospital.

“She’ll still be here when you come back. Just.. come get something to eat, okay? It’ll only take five minutes tops.” Dustin’s voice was soft, softer than it usually would be. Lucas was in a bad place and the last thing he wanted to do was trigger him.

Lucas was hesitant to leave Max’s side. What if he left and something happened? He knew that was no way to live. He couldn’t keep doing this to himself. It was unhealthy and in all honesty? Lucas couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a decent meal.

So after hesitantly nodding his head and bringing himself to his feet, Lucas let out a shaky breath. “Five minutes.” He confirmed to Dustin, before averting his gaze back down to Max.

Despite everything, despite the break up and all of the stupid fights in between? Lucas still loved her. He could only hope and pray on everything he believed in that she would wake up so that he could tell her that to his face.

“I’ll be back, okay?” Lucas whispered to her, bending down ever so slightly to let his lips grace her forehead where he let himself linger for a second or two.

It was hard to say goodbye if even for a second, but he had to take care of himself first so that he could take care of her. Lucas needed to keep reminding himself of that.

“Love you, MadMax..”

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skatingupthathill · 1 year

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Any Lucas Sinclair roleplayers out there? 👀 Like this and I’ll reach out for plots

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skatingupthathill · 1 year

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𝙰 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎: 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘! 𝙸’𝚖 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸’𝚖 𝚊𝚗 𝟷𝟾+ 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝟷𝟶+ 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 ||𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛:

✨This is an 18+ blog, therefore please be 18+ if you’re asking to roleplay with me. I’m not comfortable with talking to minors.

✨ Descriptive/novella style is preferred I don’t do short replies.

✨ Don’t be an asshole. This rule doesn’t need an explanation.

✨ Do not try to control my character. I don’t appreciate this.

✨ No god modding.

✨Stay in character. For example, if you’re writing Billy Hargrove; don’t make him all nice. It puts me off and takes away from the immersion for me.

✨ Lastly, have fun! I don’t mind talking out of character. I don’t bite ✨

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skatingupthathill · 1 year

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Nope! Ima friend of his and Eddie’s I’m Sammy!

Oh! Well in that case, it’s nice to meet you Sammy. I didn’t know Steve and Eddie had any friends though—

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skatingupthathill · 1 year

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Hey max!!

..Harrington, is that you? 👀

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skatingupthathill · 1 year

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🛹RP STARTER CALL🛹 A New Start. (Wanted interactions: Lucas Sinclair)

Plot: Max is recovering from Vecna’s attack. Lucas offers for her to stay with him and his family since the trailer park was destroyed in the ‘earthquake’.

Six months. Six whole months spent in that damn hospital.

It was a lot to take in. Things had changed since she’d been in her coma. The world had kept spinning without waiting for her and time had kept ticking away. Max felt like she’d missed out on so much, but she didn’t have the energy to complain about it. In fact, she didn’t have the energy for anything. She was just so fucking tired. Ironic, given she’d spent months in an unconscious state. How much more rest did she need before she started to feel even remotely better?

But any hopes of resting up had gone out of the window once she’d reached home— well, Lucas’s home. A surprise party in the form of their friends had been waiting for them, and boy, was it a surprise. To say she felt overwhelmed would be the biggest understatement of the century. After spending so much time in a lonely hospital room with only a set amount of visitors per hour? Max wasn’t used to this. While she knew everyone meant well and she was more than grateful that they were here for her? She just needed a minute alone.

She could become a little bit of a bitch when overwhelmed, and the last thing she wanted to do was snap and throw one of her usual tantrums. So she’d removed herself from the situation and stepped into the kitchen to get some breathing space. Pinching at the bridge of her nose and letting out a quiet exhale, Max squeezed her eyes tightly shut. Great, another headache.

The redhead knew she shouldn’t be complaining. She was alive despite everything that had gone down at the Creel house. The last thing she wanted to do was seem ungrateful for this second chance at life, but it was hard trying to adapt herself to these changes. Barely being able to see out of her right eye and having her whole body ache whenever she did the simplest of things was just another thing to get used to.

Opening up her eyes and squinting at the crutches beside her which had kindly been given to her by the hospital, Max let out a sigh. She guessed this was her life now. But she didn’t have much time to sulk about it when the door to the kitchen opened. Max turned her head only to be met with the sight of a certain someone who she couldn’t seem to get rid of lately.. not that she minded at all.

“Stalking me again, I see.” There wasn’t any annoyance in her tone, if anything she sounded a little bit amused. Max shook her head to herself, leaning against the wall to subtly take some of the weight off her legs. “I’m fine, Lucas. Just needed a minute to myself otherwise I’m gonna punch the next person who offers me a hug.” The redhead told him in the most unamused tone she could manage.

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skatingupthathill · 1 year

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🛹RP STARTER CALL🛹 Home shit home. (wanted interactions: Billy Hargrove)

The moment she’d been dreading all day had finally arrived. Home time. It was no surprise to anyone else that Max purposely dragged her feet as she made her way out of class, slumping her backpack over her shoulder with a huff. Although the end of a long, college day was most students desire? It riddled Max with anxiety knowing that she would have to go home and deal with her mom, Neil, and worst of all.. Billy.

His attitude towards her had only gotten worse as she’d got older and now? Well.. Max, dreaded every time she had to get in that damn car with him so that he could drive her home. Max was so caught up in her thoughts that she hadn’t even noticed Lucas and the others talking to her. The music blurred from the cassette player, her headphones firmly set in place over her ears as if to block out the world.

It was only once she got outside and noticed that familiar muscle car in the distance did she snap out of her little daze. “I’ll uh.. see you guys later. I gotta go.” The redhead sent a quick wave Lucas’ way, a subtle hint of a smile tugging at her lips when he’d waved back with that grin of his. He was such a dork.

Max risked a quick glance down at the watch on her wrist. 4:35 pm. Shit.

Five minutes late. Billy wasn’t going to like this. Maybe that’s what encouraged her to walk a little faster and once she’d eventually reached the car, she tugged open the door and quickly manoeuvred herself into the passenger seat.

She didn’t have to look at Billy to know that he was probably scowling at her, instead settling her gaze out of the window and keeping her headphones on as if to block him out too. “Before you say anything, I know, okay? Five minutes late. Can we just go already?” She mumbled with narrowed eyes, still refusing to meet his stare.

The last thing she needed right now was a fight. Neither psychical or verbal.

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skatingupthathill · 2 years

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My interpretation of Max’s letter to Lucas. Let me know if I should write what I think she wrote to other characters.

Dear Lucas,

Where do I start?

I guess I can start by saying I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I hurt you. I’m sorry that I pushed you away and I’m sorry that I wasn’t the girlfriend I should have been. But you’re better off without me. One day you’ll wake up and realize you had a lucky escape.

Ever since I got to Hawkins, you’ve been nothing but kind to me. I don’t know why, and I certainly don’t know what I did to deserve having someone like you in my life, but I want you to know how much I appreciate you. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like you’re less than what you are. A good person with a good heart.

Before I met you, love was a fantasy. Some stupid thing in romance novels and teen romcoms. Love didn’t exist to me. To me, love was hurt. I saw it first in my parents’ divorce. I saw it in the way Neil hurt Billy. But then you came into my life and.. everything just changed.

Love was the way you smiled at me. It was the way you held me and kissed me.

I’m not good with words, you know that. But funnily enough writing this for you is a lot easier than I would’ve thought. Ugh, right? Look at me turning into a giant sap.

I can picture that goofy grin of yours as you read this. I bet you’re boasting to Mike or Dustin about how you finally got me to break. Act all soft and mushy.

But in a more serious note.. I want you to know that you didn’t do anything wrong. The break up, that was all me.

I know that bullshit line ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ is overused and cliche, but it’s true. It really wasn’t you. It was me. And I’ll never be able to find the words to express how much you mean to me, at least not aloud, so.. here goes.

I love you, Stalker. Always have, and always will. And even if I’ll never get to tell you that, even if I won’t be around to remind you.. I hope you can look back at this letter and at least smile.

No matter what happens, I’ll always be your Zoomer.

Your number one fan even though I never bothered to go to any of your games. I listened to them on the radio

Yours forever,

Love,

Max.

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skatingupthathill · 2 years

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Feel free to send in some asks or DMs, I don’t bite.. if you’re lucky ✨

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skatingupthathill · 2 years

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𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Headcanons are by me so please reference if using—

- Max’s elbows and knees are littered with scars thanks to all the falls she’s taken from her skateboard. If asked about them, she’ll probably make up some dramatic, unbelievable story to either get whoever to mind their own business— or she’ll straight up tell them to fuck off. As if she’s going to ever admit the truth, or face the embarrassment of letting people know that she’s ever fallen off that board.

- She’s always wearing cherry chapstick due to having unbelievably dry lips in the winter. She really can’t win when it comes to the weather. In summer she burns and in the winter, her lips crack.

- She always smells of strawberries (thanks to the shampoo and body wash she uses) and cigarettes. Whenever she’s able to steal a cigarette from someone, you bet she’ll do it, despite constantly being told by her friends that it’s not good for her health.

- Music is her coping mechanism. When times get rough and she finds herself in a rage, that Walkman and headphones are her literal lifeline that helps ground her back to Earth. Specifically Kate Bush’s ‘Hounds of Love’ tape. That thing has been on repeat since she got it and Max has memorised every lyrics to every song.

- Although she’ll never admit it, Max misses her dad. They used to do so much together until they moved to Hawkins and most, if not all commutation was lost with him. Probably due to Neil and his controlling ways. Her and her dad used to be best friends until the divorce.

- Opening up really isn’t her thing. Even when she tries to, Max always seems to back away at the last minute. It’s a form of weakness to her. Not even her closest friends can climb those walls she’s built up around herself. It’s a way to protect herself. To keep herself safe from any unnecessary hurt.

- After her parents divorce, Max is a firm believer that true love really doesn’t exist. It’s a thing found in stupid romance novels or cringeworthy teen romcoms. Though a certain someone loves to prove her wrong (Lucas/El).

- Max absolutely loves horror movies. Especially Halloween. Laurie Strode is her icon, even though she does have a soft spot for Michael Myers.

- Halloween is her favourite holiday by far. She turns into a big kid whenever that time of year comes around. From dressing up, to carving out pumpkins and playing silly pranks of her friends? She’s doing it all. She’ll even bake cookies if she’s in a good enough mood.

- If someone just so happens to beat her high score of any sort of arcade game? You bet she isn’t leaving until she wins her title back. Nobody beats *Mad Max.*

-Max has a soft spot for women. Always spouting out advice whenever they need it and being their shoulder to cry on. Boys, however? Max will scold them every chance she gets.

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