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r0b1ns · 2 years

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STRANGER THINGS - CUDDLING HEADCANONS

YOUNG TEENS

characters: will byers, Lucas Sinclair, eleven/Jane, max Mayfield, Dustin Henderson, mike Wheeler

TW: none

Word count: 450

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WILL BYERS

-oh he is totally the little spoon

-he really likes when you cuddle him from behind

-you're so warm and it feels so nice

-will play with your hand a lot

-at first he's a little awkward

-he'll try to always say something

-but eventually he stops and just enjoys your presence

-one of his favorite positions is facing each other and his nose touches your chest/neck

-he absolutely melts when you rub his hair

-he'll fall asleep right there and than

-when you're not alone, he's more reserved

-he'll still hold your hand and be close to you

-touching your legs together

-but nothing more

-he's too embarrassed

LUCAS SINCLAIR

-when you first suggested cuddling, he was so excited

-and of course nervous

-he wrapped a hand around your shoulder and you put your head on his

-he was smiling the whole time

-with time he became used to it

-but it's still his favorite part of the day

-sometimes when he's tired he'll fall asleep on you and you'll have to hold him

-he likes to put his head on your legs when you're watching TV, or simply just talking

-he absolutely ADORES hugging and squeezing you from behind

-with your beck pressed to his chest

-you really like playing with his hands and tracing his palm lines

-one time when he fell asleep on you his friends walked in on you, and joked about it for a month

MAX MAYFIELD

-if you were good friends before you started dating, there were already cuddles

-tho not so intimate

-you'd lay on her bed, your arm around her shoulder

-or watching TV and she lays her head on your shoulder

-if you weren't good friends the cuddles will come later in the relationship

-when she trusts you more

-she'll never admit to anyone, but she likes being cuddled by you

-but she doesn't like when you're hugging her too tight

-she likes to breath, and be able to move

-she doesn't move much, but if you do, she'll say you're "annoying"

-obviously she's joking

-she doesn't really like being the big spoon

-she just likes to feel safe in your arms

ELEVEN/JANE

-she didn't really understand the point of cuddling

-so she never initiated anything

-but one time you were watching a movie on her bed

-hopper fell asleep on the couch

-so you wrapped an arm around her

-she really liked the feeling

-from than on she always wanted to cuddle

-she felt so safe and comfortable

-she didn't initiate at first, and always waited for you to do something

-but eventually she grew more comfortable with physical touch

-now every time you're sitting or laying next to each other she moves closer to you

-and you wrap a hand around her

-later on she would lay on your chest and listen to your heartbeat

DUSTIN HENDERSON

-ok he HATES being the little spoon

-he just likes to hold you

-he feels like he's protecting you

-he always holds your hand

-he likes to talk about the D&D companies

-he's cuddling you and describing EVER DETAIL of it

-you can't complain

-he's so excited and it warms your heart

-his cat often joins you two

-if you fall asleep he decides to sleep too

-cause what's the point of just sitting there not doing anything cause he doesn't want you to wake up

MIKE WHEELER

-he's TALL

-always wraps his limbs all around you

-he likes to talk a lot

-and complain about D&D

-he doesn't enjoy being the little spoon

-he much more prefers to hold you

-if it's him hugging you from behind, or you laying on his chest

-when you fall asleep he likes to play with your hair (if you have any) so he won't get bored

-or just trace your features

-if he has access to your beck he always does the little man with his two fingers

-and he pretends he's doing parkour or something cool

-you like having conversations with him

-not looking at each other, and just saying your thoughts out loud

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!gifs are not mine!

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6rookie-writer0110 · 2 months

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Sundown

El x Male Reader x Max Mayfield

Request - Can you write El x Male Reader x Max?

Max and El took you to the skating rink. They are going to teach you how to skate, they had to drag you there. You have the skates on and you are hesitating to go into the rink.

“I don’t know about this,” You said.

“It will be fun, Y/n. Don't be scared” El said.

“I’m not scared,” You said.

“Yes, you are” Max giggled.

“Not funny,” You said.

Max grabbed your hand and she kinda drags you into the rink. You hold both of her hands and you are trying to find your balance. Now, El grabs your hand and you don't let go of their hands.

They are girlfriends and no one knows about the relationship. You wanted to tell the guys but you promised not to tell for now. You, Max, and El like sneaking around to be together. You know if people found out they won't understand. But you have been dating them for three months so far.

“Eventually, we have to let go of your hand,” Max said.

“No!” You yelled.

They go a little fast and you try to slow down. You fell down they almost fell but didn't fall. They did let go of your hand

“Are you okay?” El asked.

“My butt hurts,” You said.

“It was funny when you fell down” Max smiled.

“Whatever,” You said.

They helped you stand up. They start to show you how to find your balance. After a while, they won't hold your hand and you try to skate on your own. But you fell down again, then you gave up and you struggled to get out of the skating rink.

“It’s cute when he is annoyed,” Max said.

“Yeah. I don't think he would want to skate again” El said.

“This was his last day,” Max said.

Later, you go with them to Surfer Boy Pizza shop. El tried to convince to try pineapple on pizza and you said no. But Max did like it and she ate another slice.

✬ ✬ ✯ ✯

You went to El’s house to watch movies in the living room. During the movie, you and El started making out and you moved closer to her. Then her dad Hopper walked in

“You are supposed to watch the movie not make out,” Hopper said.

You moved away from your girlfriend.

“H-hi Mister Hopper,” You said.

He sits between you and El. He knows that you are dating El but doesn't know about Max.

“Are you going to watch the movie with us?” El asked.

“Yes, I like this movie” Hopper smiled.

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You are on an ice cream date with Max and Steve did give you a discount. You and Max went to sit somewhere else to eat the ice cream and talk. You and

“Maybe we should go to the arcade later,” Max said.

“Sure. Dustin is trying to beat my high score in Donkey Kong” You smiled.

“He has been playing that game every day. So, you better be ready” Max giggled.

“Oh, I'm ready” You giggled.

You moved closer and kissed Max on the lips. But Hopper and Joy are in the mall, they saw you kiss Max.

“I’m going to kill him!” Hopper said.

“What?” Joy asked.

“Y/n, he is dating El now I see him kissing Max. Oh, he is dead!” Hopper angrily said.

“Hopper!” Joy yelled.

Hopper charged towards you and grabbed you by your shirt. You are feeling terrified and Joy is trying to make him stop.

“You are cheating on El. And you think I wouldn't find out!?” Hopper yelled.

“I-I can explain l!” You yelled.

Joy made him let go of you and he is still angry. You and Max start to walk away.

———

You are home and the house phone starts to ring. You picked up the phone and it's El and she knows what happened.

“Your dad thinks I'm cheating on you,” You said.

“He told me. I think we should tell him” El said.

“I don't know. Your dad will kill me because he would think it was my idea” You said.

It was Max and El’s idea when they confessed their feelings to you.

“I told Max about it and she thinks we should tell him,” El said.

“I think I won't go to your house for a while, because he is really scary when he is super angry,” You said.

El couldn't help to giggle but you didn't giggle. You and El start to talk about something else for a little while.

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ornii · 4 months

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Mad Max: Coins of Rage!

This was a request from @ab1nsur

I decided to throw a little spin on it. Hopefully it’s still passable as decent.

It hasn’t been long since you’ve been working at the arcade. The job was open and since it’s Halloween, kids are enjoying more festivities, so they had to hire more support than usual. Look no further to you, Dustin’s older cousin who he tries to ignore due to your playful teasing. It was your average Thursday afternoon, sitting at the desk you propped yourself up, reading the latest comic book. Your eyes focus on the Issue 7 of the Uncanny X-Men comic, watching the always beautiful Jean Grey. What took you off the comic was a brush of Red hair walking past you. The Most off putting part was the length, boys this young shouldn’t have hair that long.

Slowly lowering your comic book right below your eyelids you peer over to the fairly calming ruckus, while it was full of kids laughing and having fun. There was a certain, natural calmness about it, since it hasn’t been calm in Hawkins for a while. Your eyes dart around and spot the red hair, right at the dig dug machine. That hair was attached to a redhead, no surprise there, but it was, a girl.

Sneakers, Jeans, and a Red Track jacket, she definitely wasn’t the definition of a “Girl” that everyone else thinks. Your eyes focus on the screen in front of her to see her score going higher and higher, until she loses, but broke the high school. From the small reflection in the glass you could see a smile, but it slowly faded as she got her stuff and left. You shrugged it off, letting it go for the time being.

It wasn’t until the next Day that you got an earful of the truth, working another shift; reading another comic, this time the Silver Hawks. But your enjoyment was suddenly cut off by the inappropriate cough of someone you knew to get your attention. You slowly lower your comic and see a trio of Boys at your counter, you knew them too well. Dustin, Will, and Your Cousin Lucas.

“(Y/n), this is an emergency.” Dustin says, placing his hands on the desk, you squint at him to inquire more.

“Okay? What’s the issue?” You ask.

“We need to find Mad Max.” Lucas said, you stared at him for what seemed to be forever.

“…Who?” You ask, and the boys drag you over to the Dig Dug game, and see that the top score was replaced by a Title: Mad Max. Their high score got blown out of the water by this Mad Max.

“I can’t believe someone got higher than me.” Dustin says, and you shook your head “A real tragedy.”

“You know who Mad Max? He has to be cheating.” Will said, Lucas nods, “Nobody gets that high without breaking the system.”

“I don’t think she was breaking the system.” You said, which was a major fuck up.

“She?” The boys say together, and you sigh.

“Yeah, she.” In less than a minute you were accosted by the boys asking questions about this Mad Max Girl.

“There’s no way! What does she look like?”

“Is she Elizabeth Taylor hot?!”

“Is she totally rad?”

You shut them down by being louder than you wanted. “Hey!” You said, “im not letting you wackos stalk a girl, you want your score back at the top? Beat hers.” You said and walk back to your counter, the trio were obviously miffed by it but didn’t push any further. You thought that this was finally the end of the Mad Max Saga, returning back to your comic and enjoying your reading. Subsequently, the boys couldn’t surpass Mad Max, losing their quarters in the war.

They didn’t return the next day, probably reeling from their defeat from Mad Max, and it was Friday, so it was even more odd they didn’t show up. She did of course, Mad Max, you’re inside one of the old machines, cleaning our cobwebs and changing fuses. Pulling your head from inside the back of the machine you see from the window Mad Max exit a fine car, argue with some blonde guy and he speeds off. She flips him off and storms inside. Guess things aren’t always so good for Mad Max. Her first stop was Dig Dug, guess to best her own score. You finish emptying the machine and decide it’s probably best to warn her. You casually approach, hands in your pocket as you approach, She vaguely sees your reflection in the mirror.

“I didn’t do anything.” She said in a huff.

“I know you didn’t, just wanted to ask you.. are you Mad Max?” You said, you already knew the answer, but she didn’t know how much you did. “Who’s asking?” She replies.

“Just asking.” You reply, and she keeps playing, her silence basically answering your question. “Look I just.. want to apologize for my cousin and his weird ass friends.” You said, she Turns to you.

“Cousin?” She said, “Yeah, Lucas, really annoying, Dustin and Will are okay..” my bad for them being creeps.

“They were pretty weird as school.” She said, which made your eyebrows rise. “They did it at school too?” You groan, “my reputation is gonna be in shambles.” You said, obviously being sarcastic which got a dry chuckle from max. She’s already back at her game and you decide to place a sack of quarters at the center of the console. She looks at it, and then back to you.

“As an apology for my cousin and friends, they’re mad you beat their High Score or whatever.” You explain.

“So, why are you sticking up for some creeps?” She said, and you shrugged. “Lucas is family, he’s got Dustin, Mike and Will. They’ve been friends since they were born, far as I’m concerned they’re family too.” You said, Max looks at you and for a moment you saw a hint of sadness, but she quickly buries it down and shrugs and takes the quarters. “If they have any more high scores you let me know.” She said with sarcasm. You give a small smirk and nod.

“Yeah, I’ll be Seeing You, Max.”

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stuismybf · 10 months

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goodbyes - s.h

summary: Byers!reader is moving away to California and leaving behind their partner Steve Harrington.

a/n: this has been in my drafts since last summer lolll it was supposed to be a multiple characters with this idea but i just never got around to it, this is super short btw im is trying to clear my drafts <3

gn! reader

His breath shutters while he’s looking at you, his hand holding yours tightly.

All of your stuff was packed now, and this was it Steve couldn’t deny it anymore. You were moving. He wouldn’t see you at the video store anymore, no more sneaking into your house at midnight to see you, he wouldn’t be meeting you at your house for study sessions at the library.

“i guess this is it” he sighed closing the trunk and looking over at you.

Nancy and Jonathan were hugging each other saying their goodbyes along with Max and Eleven and Mike and Will.

You could tell Steve was holding back tears while looking at you. His hand was on his shoulder and he looked down and ran a hand through his hair. “i uh…this just doesn’t feel real”

“i know i mean i’ve always lived so close and now i’m gonna be-”

“2,000 miles away” he said and looked up at you.

“yeah” you whispered with a sad smile.

“i mean i think it’s for the best. Your family’s been through so much” he said.

You nodded and then there was a silence between you.

“i’m just really gonna miss you” he said and then he wrapped his arms around you, “i know” and you could feel his tears on your neck.

“i’ll write you every night” you said

“promise?” he asked

“of course” you confirmed

“I love you” he said, his forehead pressed onto yours.

“Y/n honey do you wanna ride in the u-haul with me?” Joyce called out.

“i guess i should go”

“uh yeah i guess so…oh wait! one more thing. Just wait really quick”

He sprinted back to his car and came back with a tote bag.

“i uhm put some of my stuff in here, nothing big just like a few of my shirts and a mixtape i made you”

“steve” you whispered, your face wrinkling up as you started to cry and wrapped your arms around him.

“i love you so much” you cried and he chuckled and intertwined his fingers with yours.

“come on i’ll walk you to the u-haul”

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bingbongsupremacy · 4 months

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Every Night

Pairing: Max Mayfield x Reader

Warnings: None that I can think of.

Summary: Every night since 7th grade, Max has made it a mission to say goodnight -Face to face. At tonights' visit, you discover that your friendship might have been more than you thought it was.

(Pretend Max has lived in Hawkins her whole life)

*Not Proof Read*

I don't believe I mention anything gender specific. If I did, please let me know and I can fix it.

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Every few minutes I glance over at my window. Blinds open, the moonlight shines through the glass, onto my carpeted floor.

8:30.

She should be here by now. What if she got hurt? I mean, with all the weird stuff going on lately, anything is possible.

Finally, a small rock hits the bottom of my window.

I rush over to open window, looking down at the grinning girl.

" You gonna let me in? " She asks after a moment. " Or are we gonna have to Romeo and Juliet this tonight. "

I roll my eyes, leaning my head out of the window slightly. " You're so dramatic. "

" That's what you love about me. " She whisper shouts.

" I guess. " I chuckle, moving back into my room.

There's a lot more I love about Max, most of which she doesn't know about.

We're just friends, Y/N. Calm down.

I tip toe quietly into the kitchen, opening the door as gently as possible.

Max is waiting patiently on the other side, her backpack messily slung over her shoulder. " About time. " She teases.

" Oh shut up, Max. " I mumble, closing the door behind her.

She quietly laughs and we head up to my room. Once the bedroom door is closed, she drops her bag onto my floor, plopping onto my bed in the process. Max lets out a small sigh. " I missed you today. "

I lay down with my head on my arms, turning to face her. " You did? That's shocking. "

Max rolls her eyes at my sass. " I always miss you. You're my best friend. "

Best friend. Always the best friend, never the partner.

" Your my best friend too. " I smile at the girl.

Max lets out a laugh. " Of course I am, babe. " She flips onto her stomach so she can look be at my level.

Butterflies flutter at the pet name, something she's been calling me for a while now. I don't really remember when it started. Freshman year maybe? That's around the time we started having more and more sleepovers. My parents finally let me stay over at someone else' house.

" What's going on in that pretty head of yours. " Max asks, gently tapping her shoulder against mine.

I snap out of my thoughts. " Oh, just trying to remember when you started calling me 'babe'. I don't really know though. "

Max's eyebrows furrow. " I remember. It was like a week after we started dating, the summer of Freshman year- "

My eyes widen. " What? "

Max looks at me with a confused expression. " What do you mean, 'what'? "

" We're dating? " I ask, my heart beginning to pound. " Since when? "

Max pushes herself up into a sitting position. I quickly follow. " You seriously don't remember? I asked you out and we went to the arcade and then to get ice cream. I walked you home. That was our first date. "

I shake my head. " You never asked me out, you asked if I want to go to the arcade after school...with you. "

That was our first time going to the arcade without the others. Just the two of us. We played games for hours before finally deciding to head over to Hardy's for an ice cream cone. Now that I think about it, I think Max might have paid for my cone.

Max laughs slightly, nodding her head. " Yeah..." She says in a playful 'duh' tone.

" To be fair, " I point out. " You never actually said ' Do you want to go on a date with me? '. I mean, I thought we were just going to hang out. "

Max rolls her eyes. " Well then what did you think when I started calling you babe? Or like holding your hand? "

I shrug. " I don't know...that we were best friends? I mean, you call me your best friend all the time. I sorta assumed you just friend zoned me. "

Max lets out a groan, gently crashing her forehead into my shoulder. " You are my best friend. You're my partner and my best friend. "

" And you've never actually kissed me - "

" I did! " Max snaps back up. " That one time at Mike's party. "

That night was our first high school party. It wasn't very big but there was a few bottles of beer and no parents around.

" We were playing spin the bottle. That doesn't count. You had to kiss Lucas too. " I nervously begin to fidget with the hem of my shirt. How did I not know we were dating?

Max puts her warm hands on my shoulders, causing me to look up at her. " Fine. " She gently grabs my chin before leaning towards me. Her warm lips meet mine, causing my eyes to flutter close after a moment of surprise. Her soft lips gently guide mine. Electric shockwaves run through my body. My heart pounds in excitement.

Ever since our kiss at Mike's party, this is what I've been wanting. I never thought it was actually going to happen.

Max's hand finds its way behind my head. She gently plays with the hair at the nape of my neck before pulling away for air.

I let out a small pant, eyes meeting hers.

" I definitely missed that. " Max grins.

Warmth floods my cheeks. " I'm such an idiot. " I mumble.

Max shakes her head, her red hair fluttering softly back into place. " You're not an idiot. I guess I should've been more clear...How about this, " She lets go of my shoulders.

I look at her in confusion.

She scoots back slightly so we have more room between us. " Let's try it again. " She grins. " Hey Y/N, do you want to go on a date with me on Friday? "

My stomach churns from excitement. " I'd love to, Max. " I grin back.

Max's smile widens. " Really? You just made my day. "

I roll my eyes.

" I'll pick you up at 7. Sound like a plan? "

I nod. " I'll be...here. " I laugh slightly. A thought pops into my head. " Wait, does anyone know?- Or I guess, did anyone know we were dating? "

Max nods. " Yeah...our entire friend group. And my mom. "

I shake my head. " How did I not know? "

Max pulls me down onto the bed with her, our hands resting in a lazy hand hold. " Honestly, I'm not sure. I mean, Dustin's made a couple jokes about us dating. "

" I thought that was just him being...weird. " I mutter.

" Don't worry though. Our first official date, the one we both know about, is on Friday. " Max leans her head gently onto my shoulder.

How did I get so lucky to end up with a girl like Max?

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l0vergirlwrites · 11 months

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just you ; max mayfield

warnings: max is 18+, this is written for wlw (happy pride month <3), fluffy fluff

you still couldn’t believe it.

the girl you had been crushing on for so long finally liked you back. & here she was, next to you in the morning after a movie marathon in your living room the night before. you hadn’t realized how close she’d gotten towards you in the night, your noses almost touching when your eyes finally opened.

shifting onto your elbow, your rested your hand against your head as you peeked over max to your clock, the tabs reading “10:42am”. knowing you should probably get up & start the day, you rubbed max’s arm & kissed her head, his ginger hair strands sparkling in the morning light coming from your window.

she rusted awake a few moments later, mumbling out a “five more minutes” to make you groan with a smile.

getting up from your bed, you threw a sweater over your undergarment clad body, turning around to see max looking at you with a sleepy-loving gaze. “morning” she smiled, sitting up against your headboard.

“look who’s finally up” you walked over, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips briefly before going to the bathroom. “you know where to find me” you reluctantly pulled away from her, opening your bedroom door to your bathroom down the hall.

your house felt so much more alive with your parents travelling on a business trip, so it meant you & max could be yourselves without a filter.

just as you were finishing your skincare for the day, max came into the bathroom & wrapped her arms around your waist & kissed your collarbone while you applied moisturizer to your skin.

“sleep good?” you asked her when she let go, grabbing her toothbrush & toothpaste from her designated cup on the counter. “mhmm, better than ever” she said while looking at you in the mirror before brushing her teeth.

sitting ontop of the bathroom counter, you leaned against the wall as the cold tile made you shiver. max’s left hand came to rest on your mid thigh, her thumb brushing against your skin until she was done. rinsing her mouth out with mouth wash, you opened your thighs so she could stand between them, her hands slipping underneath your sweater to feel your bare hips.

“what do you wanna do today babe?” you asked with a grin, leaning your head closer to hers while your fingers tucked some of her ginger hair behind her ears before cupping her cheeks.

“spend time with you” she smiled back, breathing you in like nothing else mattered.

“what about the group? dustin said he had something planned for tonight—“

shushing you with a kiss, max let out a sigh. “later—maybe. but i just want to be here, with you… no one else” the little omission made you feel warm, so you pulled her back for another sweet kiss. “that’s fine with me. we only get my house to ourselves for a while, so let’s make it count”

helping you off the counter, you & max headed towards your kitchen to make some breakfast. with the stereo playing your favourite songs from a mix tape max made, the sizzling sound of pancakes on the stove, & max setting the table for two as you flipped, you couldn’t imagine anything better than this.

“hey,” you called out, seeing max come into view by your side.

“hmm?” she hummed.

looking into her ocean coloured eyes, you felt it. love.

“just wanted to say i love you… that’s all…” you sweetly said, feeling max rest her head on your shoulder, nuzzling her cheek into your being.

“i love you too… a lot” you heard her say just as you flipped the final pancake.

& from that moment, you knew everyday forward was going to be great, solely because you had max.

authors note: hi everyone!! just want to make a disclaimer that all the characters/people i write for are 18+!! i don’t feel comfortable writing about minors, so please keep this in mind! i will be updating this on my master list since i’ve received some messages about writing romantic things like this for people younger than 18 (it was specific & weird), so i thought i’d clear it up! 🤍

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fromasgardandback · 2 years

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Big Sister Program // Max Mayfield Headcanon

masterlist | oneshots

Max has been depressed more and more recently

after all she’s been through in life, she still can’t seem to catch a break from the pain and suffering, not to mention what friends she has left

so when she found out her mom signed her up for a ‘Big Sister Program’, she wasn’t thrilled

you lived in the trailer park across the street from hers, almost next to Eddie’s actually, so being close by for any reason was the best outcome for the both of you

“Hey Max, I’m Y/N” you introduced yourself

you were different. little more outgoing and bubbly, never taking any for granted and always seeing the other side of the storm clouds

“Yeah, I’ve seen you around school” she nodded

you understood that she was forced to do this, but reassured her that it wouldn’t be like a constant babysitter looking out

for a couple weeks after meeting, Max didn’t really say much. she didn’t really want to hang out or talk really

you didn’t mind though, she’d come around on her own terms, which she did

Max came to realize that you were a friend and not a guardian, parent, or counselor to “talk” to

she relied on you more, which to be totally honest, you loved

the relationship that the two of you had built over the past 6 months benefited both of you in more ways than one

“Hey M, a couple friends of mine are going to a concert this weekend and I got you a ticket.” You smiled

“Really? What concert? Who’s playing?” She looked up from her book.

“Kate Bush.” You said calmly.

she literally flipped when you told her and already clearing it with her mom, you two had the best time

it was a time where Max could let loose and breath, she didn’t have to worry or overthink about the troubles in her life

you more you two hung out and spent time together, the more it felt like a good friend and not like a program she was signed up for to make her life less lonely. she’d never admit it to her mom, but this was the best decision anyone’s made for her

“Hey Y/N... I may not say it much, but I really do appreciate you and all you do. You are the big sister and sibling that I always wanted. Thank you.” Max hugged you around your waist.

“I love you, Max. I’d do anything for you. Plus you’re the little sister I always wanted to.” You hugged her close.

WHY CAN’T MAX JUST GET A DAMN BREAK. LIKE SHIT SHE NEEDS A HUG

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t-h-i-n-g · 1 year

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can you do some cute max mayfield x reader fluff?? Ik you get a lot of Max requests but i love her sm 😭

Come Over

(gif not mine credits to owner)

a/n: how I came up with this was just looking up fluff prompts and came across "Why'd you call me?" "I missed your voice," and just kinda went off of that. Ty for requesting :))

word count: 800

summary: max's original plan of spending the night at the wheelers is changed as she gets a phone call from a special someone and she is more than happy to take up their request.

warnings: none but some light swearing

st - masterlist m.masterlist

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Max was tired.

Dealing with teenage boys hyped up on sugar and deciding to yell at a TV over a show that she didn’t care to know the name of was draining.

Max rubbed her temples when Mike once again jumped up from his spot on the couch, hand pointing at the screen in an accusatory matter. Silently she glared at him as it took him no longer than five seconds to watch the conflict be solved. Sitting back down he went back to zoning in on the action-packed bit.

Shifting her gaze she looked at the floor, where poor little El just sat in tranquility and a smile on her face, wrapped in a blanket.

Huffing to herself, Max just couldn’t comprehend how an overall sweet, caring human being could find peace in a wack-ass person that barely showers three times a week.

Dragging a hand down her face, she glanced at the clock resting on a side table. It was only 7:00 pm and she had signed up for a night full of binging.

Technically nothing was holding her back from leaving, but she had nothing else better to do.

Billy was home tonight and she didn’t want to hear him bitching about the number of times she had brought her girlfriend over.

Who wasn’t even here. When Max found out you couldn’t make it she threw a little fit. Stating she won’t be able to stay sane if you didn’t go with her.

But she guesses, visiting your brother that lives in another state was a good enough excuse.

Still, she couldn’t help but feel a little empty not having you cuddled up next to her on the recliner like usual.

“He just needs to stop.”

“You’d think getting nailed in the gut would tell him to back off, but no.”

“There he goes again. Just give up, you’re gonna get pummeled.”

“He practically already did.”

“Literally though.”

This was the third time they’d had this conversation. Seemingly they have to continue to break apart with every little repeating event.

Just as Max was about to tell them to just shut up with the commentary, footsteps came down the basement stare.

“Max, somebody on the phone wants you,” Nancy informed. Not giving her time to ask questions Nance went back up the way she came.

Furrowing her brows, she pushed off the chair and stepped over the bodies littering the floor. Nobody paid her any mind, still too tranced by the TV in front of them.

Confusion crowded her mind with the thought of who wanted to talk to her. Opening the door, Max shuffled across the kitchen tiles, moving to the phone.

With slight hesitation she picked up the object, placing it to her ear.

“Hello?” She greeted.

“Hey.” Max’s heart jumped to her throat.

“Y/n? What are you doing?”

“Calling you duh.” Max’s face grinned at your playful tone.

“I mean why are you calling me?”

“Missed your voice, shit kinda went sideways today,” you mumbled.

“Did something bad happen?”

“Our flight was canceled cause the pilot wasn’t available and they weren’t able to get another one.”

“Oh, sorry to hear that.”

“It’s all good though,” you assured. “Just kinda ticked off that we had to drive like 3 hours just to be told to turn back around. But it’s fine. I called your house but Billy answered and said some shit like, ‘Skrew you and your dog, Max is at the Wheelers’ I don’t know why he dragged my dog into it but he told me where you were so it’s alright, I guess.” Max chuckled, twirling the phone cord around her finger.

“So you’re back home then?” She asked.

“Mhm,” you affirmed, “Was just calling to see if you wanted to come over or something tonight. It’s been a long day, I just want to see you.”

Max bit her lip to conceal her smile at your statement. She could never understand how you made her feel like such a giddy schoolgirl.

“But if you’re doing something with the party I get it-”

“No!” she cut you off quickly. She cleared her throat, shocked by her own little outburst. “I mean we aren’t really doing anything. They’re just watching some lame show. If you want I could ask Karen if you could come over.”

“Eh,” you sounded, “I was kinda hoping if it could be just you and me, but if you want to hang with them I get it.”

Max just knew she looked like the Cheshire cat with the way the smile on her face was splitting her cheeks.

“No, no it’s fine. We can just hang out. The others are too into their TV to miss me too much anyway,” she stated.

“Cool, I’ll pick you up in ten.”

“Cool,” she repeated.

“See you soon, Max.” Her heart fluttered at the sound of you using her name, but she quickly shook the fealing away.

Seriously she was getting way too into the school girl in love act.

However, she didn’t pay it another thought as she darted out of the room and down the stairs. Grabbing her stuff, she explained to the others you were coming to pick her up.

“But it’s just getting to the best part!”

“Shut up, Dustin. You’ve said that like seven times already.”

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lllivia · 1 year

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Lovestruck

Max Mayfield x fem!reader

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°★.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆

She had never seen someone so pretty.

Standing in the corner of the store looking at comic books stood a girl Max assumed was right around her age.

Her beautiful hair was glittering in the light of the sun and her skin was clear as day, she wore the most basic clothes but Max still thought she looked stunning in them.

Taking her by surprise was how Lucas then walked over to her, calling out and starting a casual conversation she couldn't hear.

After a while of the redhead walking around without a goal trying to not glance over at you and Lucas every couple of seconds, she was extremely confused, were you his girlfriend? Friend? It was weird that he'd never told the rest of the party about the girl. Seeing that she looked so important to him.

But just as the redhead looked over again, she met eyes with the girl, who then smiled at her. The boy next to her noticing this finally called his friend over.

Shy she walked over trying to act like she didn't care.

"I'm Max, nice to meet you"

She said shaking your hand, feeling the warmth of it and feeling slightly flustered at the intense stare from the other girl.

"Hi I'm y/n!"

💗 Masterlist 💗

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thetargaryenbride · 9 months

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Nail To The Coffin - S4 - Chapter 4

Warnings: confronting trauma

Pairing: Steve Harrington x f!Byers!Reader

Word Count: 5857

𝐀𝐍: 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 :)

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞��𝐬 𝐎𝐎𝐂 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵! 🖤 🥀

Masterlist || Chapter 3 || Chapter 5

“It was here…Right here!” said Max as she pointed her flashlight at the wall up front.

“A grandfather clock?” asked Nancy unsurely.

“It was so real. And then, when I got closer, suddenly I just…woke up,” she breathed out the last word, and Steve, Eddie, Dustin, and Robin shared a look before diverting it to you, then to Max, and back to the wall.

Back in the counselor’s office, while skimming through the papers, Max had blanked out, and never mind how many times Steve, Eddie, and Dustin had called her name in an attempt at snapping her out of it, she hadn’t budged.

“It was like she was in a trance or something,” spoke out Dustin.

“It was…quite spooky, man,” Eddie huffed as he ran a hand through his hair. “It was like, sorta what happened to Chrissy, just…just without the-the floating,” he gulped as he looked at you nervously, eyebrows furrowing when he noticed your unfocused eyes staring unblinkingly at the floor. “Hey,” he snapped his fingers in front of your face and your head shot up, turning to the side so you could look at him.

“What?” you grumbled and he let out the breath he was holding.

“Don’t do shit like that, man, you gave me a scare for a moment there,” he whispered.

“There’s…something else you need to know,” Max turned to face you with an uncertain expression before she moved past you and you had to follow her back to the office, unease increasing with each step you took. “Fred and Chrissy, they both came to Miss Kelley for help,” began the girl once you reached the counselor’s desk and Robin plopped on the chair, hand running over the papers. “Uh, they were both having headaches, bad headaches that wouldn’t go away. And then…then the nightmares…trouble sleeping,” she explained, trying to keep her voice steady, and you gulped, looking at Steve who seemed to share your distress. “They’d wake up in cold sweat. Then they started seeing things…Bad things…From their pasts…These visions, they just, they kept on getting worse and worse, until eventually…everything ended,” she finished.

“Vecna’s curse,” uttered Robin.

“Chrissy’s headaches started a week ago. Fred’s, six days ago…I’ve been having them for five days,” she admitted and everyone felt like someone punched them in the gut. “I don’t know how long I have. All I know is that, for Fred and Chrissy, they both died less than twenty-four hours after their first vision. And I just saw that goddamned clock, so,” she waved her hand as her voice cracked and you felt your heart constrict painfully. “Looks like I’m gonna die tomorrow.”

Before you could say something or bring her in for a hug, there was a clanging sound that seemed to echo throughout the whole school, startling all of you.

“Stay here,” said Steve as he didn’t hesitate to grab the large lamp near the door and head out.

“Oh, hell no,” you muttered before following right after him, ignoring Eddie and Dustin’s protests which forced them to come after you.

The group moved slowly and hesitantly towards the crossroad of corridors as more clattering sounds came from there and increased in volume which meant whoever or whatever was making them was nearby. Then it transitioned into the sound of footsteps that eventually rounded the corner and just when Steve was ready to hit the person with the lamp, it turned out to be Lucas, making you all drop your fists and lower your ‘weapons’.

“It’s me!” he wailed once everyone stopped yelling and calmed down.

“Lucas!?”

“It’s me!”

“Jesus, what’s wrong with you!?” barked out Steve, still on edge.

“I’m sorry.”

“I could’ve taken you out with this lamp!”

“Sorry, guys. Sorry,” wheezed the boy and you let out a breath of relief, adrenaline lowering bit by bit. “I was,” he gasped out. “I was biking for eight miles. Give me a second,” he raised a finger as he tried to calm his breathing. “Shit. We’ve got a code red.”

“What?” asked Steve but Lucas ignored him and marched straight towards Dustin.

“Dustin! I’ve been with Jason, Patrick, and Andy, and they’ve gone totally off the rails. They’re trying to capture Eddie,” he revealed as he turned to look at the others, noticing the boy in question, eyes widening slightly at the sight of him. “-and they think you know where he is which you-you apparently do. You’re in terrible danger. You all are. We all are,” he explained out of breath and everyone shared concerned looks.

“But Lucas, why would they chase Eddie? The police have not revealed his name as a suspect and they never will because we spoke to them and gave Eddie an alibi,” you furrowed your eyebrows. “What, are they gunning for him just because the crime took place at his trailer?” you asked incredulously and Lucas nodded.

“And because they know that Chrissy went to buy drugs from him which they think it’s an impossible thing for her to do. They immediately jumped to the conclusion that it must’ve been Eddie who forcefully drugged and killed her. They’re so not the sharpest crayons in the box.”

“Look, fuck Jason. We can deal with him later. We’ve got bigger problems on our hands now.”

“Thanks,” muttered Max when you placed a cup of hot chocolate on the dining table she was currently occupying, briefly interrupting her writing.

Lucas was utterly devastated when he learned everything. After breaking the horrifying news to him, you decided to return back to your house and bunk up for the night, this time with two extra people tagging along – Nancy and Lucas.

Although, to be fair, you didn’t feel like sleeping at all and you believed the others shared the sentiment. You all wanted to keep an eye on Max, fearing she’d be taken at any moment.

“Y/N,” Max blurted out, dropping the pen, just when you turned around in order to go back to the kitchen, and you whirled on your heels to look at her questioningly. “I worry about you,” she confessed which drew the others’ attention.

“What? You-you don’t have to, Max, I’m-“

“Don’t say fine,” she cut you off and you tightened your lips. “It’s like you forget or purposely ignore what happened yesterday. I almost thought…I almost thought you lost your mind when I saw you in the bathroom. But now it makes sense. You have visions too,” you opened your mouth to protest but she interrupted before you could. “Just admit it.”

“Yes, Max, I have weirdly vivid, spooky visions, alright?” you huffed, running a hand through your hair. “But I’ve been having them since last summer. It’s nothing new, okay? Headaches, nightmares, hallucinations, I’ve had them since Billy-“ you cut yourself off and squeezed your eyes shut, letting out a long exhale. “Look, I’m sorry I scared you. But now’s not the time to worry about my messed-up head. You’re the one who’s in danger here. Focus on yourself,” you then turned to address the others. “Focus on thinking of ways to prevent a…disastrous outcome.”

You then returned to the kitchen counter to proceed with the task you had in mind, leaving the others to simmer in maddening thoughts and plans. You had purposely omitted the fact that while you really have had visions, nightmares, headaches, etc, since Billy’s death, they had only increased and had gotten more vivid and scary these recent weeks, especially in the past days. But you really didn’t want to put too much thought into them and you certainly didn’t want to jump to the conclusion that they were somehow related to Vecna.

But Max’s were for sure and so you had to focus on that. You had to focus on finding a way to help her. You didn’t want to lose her too. You weren’t sure you’d be able to survive such a blow this time around.

“Max is right, you know?” Steve’s voice startled you and you sighed shakily, hands shuddering in response and almost spilling the liquid outside the mugs you were trying to fill.

“Not you too,” you berated him tiredly. “I told you. Those visions and nightmares are things I’ve been dealing with for almost a year now. They can’t be the same as the ones Max, Fred, and…Chrissy had,” you began piling sweets onto a plate, trying to keep your hands busy otherwise you were sure they’d start shaking.

You never liked talking about those nightmares. You rarely did even with your family. Most of the time, you just had to because they were there to witness it. They struggled and suffered enough alongside you throughout the aftermath of your self-harm so you hated troubling them with other things that most probably began occurring as a result of the harsh months you had.

“But what if they are?” pressed the boy and you let out a loud puff of air.

“The only thing that will convince me that those visions are a result of Vecna’s curse is if I get a nosebleed too.”

“Y/N-“

You cut him off by shoving an éclair into his mouth, making him recoil as his hand flew to grab the dessert that was sticking out, teeth clamping down on it, and separating it in two. You snorted at his dumbfounded expression and the cream that got smeared all over his mouth, then you reached out and wiped it off with your finger before you brought it to your mouth and licked it clean. Then you leaned in and captured his lips in a quick, sweet, kiss. He sighed and rolled his eyes but you knew he wasn’t actually frustrated with you. Just concerned.

“Be a dear and take these,” you handed him the tray with a couple of mugs and a plate, and he looked at you with narrowed eyes.

“This isn’t over,” he promised, mouth still full, as he shoved the other half of the éclair into his mouth and took the tray off your hands, struggling to balance it for a while as he walked away from you.

You let out a sigh, turning your back on the rest as you were finally left alone in the kitchen. Well, not entirely because your kitchen, dining room, and living room were sort of connected so you could still hear and see everyone from your place, but you were glad that they weren’t breathing down your neck like Steve had. It was unnerving and suffocating.

You let out a hiss, hand flying to grasp your forehead and rub it because you were suddenly hit by a sharp, piercing headache that almost made you see stars and black dots began swimming in your vision.

Then, you felt a bizarre sensation, like something trickling down your cupid bow.

When you opened your eyes, they widened in shock when they saw a few red droplets staining the clean counter. Your hand left your forehead and moved to your nose, fingers running over a thick substance.

And when you pulled them away for inspection, you found them coated in blood.

“Bloody hell…” you whispered.

It’s like any words got stuck in your throat and your body froze in shock. You were absolutely petrified.

“Y/N? You alright?” asked Nancy and you quickly wiped your nose, turned the tap on, and washed off the offending substance under the aggressive stream of water.

“Y-yeah, I’m good,” you managed to stutter out as you hastily took a napkin and wiped the dirtied spot on the counter. “J-just cleaning up something I spilled,” you cleared your throat and she furrowed her eyebrows.

“Do you need help?”

For some reason, this question made your gut twist painfully.

“No…No, I…I don’t need help…I’m… fine…”

The Following Morning

Almost no one was able to even blink for the night. Dustin and Eddie were probably the only ones who managed to get some shut-eye, even if it was only for a few hours. Steve only dozed on and off but stayed awake for most of the evening while you, Lucas, Max, Robin, and Nancy barely even batted your eyelashes.

You let out a sigh as you washed your hands, the blood from last night not leaving your mind. In fact, you were still able to see it staining your fingers, even though you knew it was not there. Your mind was playing tricks on you and you hoped it wouldn’t drive you nuts.

“Everything okay?” asked Eddie from the kitchen entrance and the short conversation you had with Nancy last night replayed in your head.

“All is good,” you replied as you grabbed two cups of coffee and turned around, easily plastering a fake smile onto your face as you neared your best friend and handed him a mug which he gladly took but he didn’t look convinced at your words.

“How can Vecna have existed in the fifty’s? It doesn’t make sense,” you heard Steve comment as you two walked into the living room and Eddie took his place on the armrest of the armchair Dustin was sitting on while you leaned against the couch, looming over Steve.

“Far as we know, Eleven didn’t create the Upside Down,” butted in Dustin. “She opened a gate to it.”

“Imagine,” added Eddie as he took a bite of his food. “The Upside Down has probably been around for thousands of years,” he spoke through munching and then paused, eyes widening. “Maybe even millions! I wouldn’t be surprised if it predated the dinosaurs!” he exclaimed while waving around the hand that held the plate and you took it off his hands and placed it onto the table so he wouldn’t accidentally drop something on the floor.

“Whoa, dinosaurs?” Steve threw his arms with a scrunched-up face. “What are we going on about here?”

“Don’t talk with a full mouth,” you chided Eddie and he stuck out his tongue at you before taking another bite.

“Okay, but if a gate didn’t exist in the fifty’s, how did Vecna get through?” asked Lucas.

“And how’s he getting through now?” backed him up Steve.

“And why now?”

“And why then? Just pops out in the fifty’s, kills one family, and he’s like, “I’m good”, and then poof, he just disappears. Just…gone?” gesticulated Steve with furrowed eyebrows. “Only to return thirty years later and start killing random teens? No, I don’t buy it. Straightforward, my ass. You know, Henderson, Munson, a little humility every now and then, it wouldn’t hurt you.”

“Sorry,” echoed the two boys simultaneously and you rubbed the bridge of your nose, sharing a look with Nancy and Robin, the three of you clearly thinking how silly boys could be sometimes.

“So, what do we do exactly? Should we search the whole town for a gate or something? I mean, if there’s even a gate. Like, how does this guy work? Do we have to use blood as bait again or what?” inquired Steve as he casually threw the booklet he’s been holding onto the table and Nancy, Robin, and you shared another look.

“We were…actually thinking of something else,” you began while Nancy set her mug away and stood up to go grab her bag.

“Thanks to Nancy’s newspaper minions, we are now rock-star psychology students at the University of Notre Dame,” explained Robin excitedly as Nancy fished out a folder and flung it on the table so everyone could open and take a look.

“I’m Ruth.”

“And I’m Rose.”

“Nice GPA,” commented Dustin.

“Thanks,” smiled Nancy. “So, we called Pennhurst Asylum, told them we’d like to speak with Victor Creel for a thesis we’re co-writing on paranoid schizophrenics,” she explained.

“To which they said no,” added Robin.

“But we landed a three o’clock with the director.”

“Now, all we have to do is charm him and convince him to let us talk to Victor.”

“Then maybe we can find a way to break Max’s curse,” finished Nancy and the boys glanced at each other.

“Hold on, I don’t see Y/N’s documents,” pointed out Eddie with furrowed eyebrows and crossed arms while peeking over Dustin’s shoulder, and you sighed.

“I’m not going with them. I’d like to stay and keep an eye on Max,” you told them and Steve took the folder off Dustin’s hands to skim through it.

“But, it would’ve made more sense and it would’ve been more plausible to include you in this. I mean, you’re actually part of a prestigious university and you could’ve used the excuse of writing an assignment on historical murderers or something,” pointed out Lucas. “Besides, if the director decides to double check your identity, you’d be plausible and safe, while Nancy and Robin-“

“We did think about this, Lucas. I understand it would be safer if I go with them but…I don’t want to leave Max’s side. Not for a second,” you admitted quietly, eyes darting between the lonesome redhead at the table and the boy. “I thought you’d understand,” you muttered and he exhaled heavily.

“We’ll be fine. I know we can handle it,” intervened Nancy, backing you up. “And I don’t think they’re going to double-check if we present ourselves well enough.”

“We thought this through.”

“Wait, wait…wait a second,” stuttered out Steve, lifting his head from the papers and facing the girls. “Where’s mine?”

Steve had thrown a fit over the fact that he had to babysit again and you were probably the only one who was happy about him being ‘stuck’ with your group instead of going with Nancy and Robin. You needed him to be next to you and keep battling off the demons that tried to make their return and sink their claws into you again.

“I know you guys are staring at me,” grumbled Max and the boys quickly shuffled to do something and pretend they haven’t been doing exactly what she accused them of.

“What?”

“Sorry?”

“You said you needed something?”

“We’re just…hanging out.”

You snorted as you half turned to look at the girl from your place at the kitchen counter and she met your gaze, the two of you rolling your eyes.

“How you think your eyes boring into the back of my head is protecting me from Vecna, I don’t know,” she sighed while stacking the letters she’s been writing and stood up, and you wiped your hands on the towel before curiously following the girl into the living room. “You can look at me,” she said exasperatedly and the boys shifted in their seats awkwardly.

“Sorry.”

“For you,” she handed Dustin a letter and he looked at her weirdly but took it nonetheless. “For you,” she proceeded to hand each person a letter and before you were about to say something, she turned to you. “And…this is for you,” she handed you yours and your gaze lingered on hers, making her fidget uncomfortably because she knew what you were trying to silently convey before you finally took the item and looked away. “Also, give these to Mike, El, and Will once you get back to LA,” she muttered while handing you the rest of the letters and you sighed, taking them wordlessly.

“I’m sorry, what is this?” asked Dustin timidly and that’s maybe the first time you’ve heard him speak so quietly and unsurely as if afraid to receive an answer, a stark contrast to his usual boisterous self.

“It’s, uhm…It’s a fail-safe,” answered the girl. “For after…If things don’t work out.”

“Wait, whoa, Max,” interrupted her Lucas with a distressed tone and expression. “Things are going to work out,” he tried to sound positive but everybody knew deep down he was hesitant.

“No!” she snapped at him. “No, I don’t need you to reassure me and tell me it’s all gonna work out. People have been telling me that my entire life and it’s almost never true,” she bit out. “It’s never true…I mean, of course, this asshole curses me,” her tone lost its bite all of a sudden and she sounded like someone who has completely given up. “Should’ve seen that one coming,” and with each word that left her lips, it’s like realization dawned upon the guys even more and made them shrink in their seats as the atmosphere became even more hopeless and depressing.

“But-” began the boy again.

“Lucas,” you cut him off before he could open his mouth to spill out more of his thoughts and he looked at you with both confusion and hope, maybe hoping that you’d back him up or something. “We’re heading into the unknown…Nothing is certain…Don’t give her false promises,” you muttered and his shoulders sagged.

You sent Max a look as you squeezed her shoulder and she sent you a small grateful smile, her hand flying to grasp yours briefly before you walked away from the group and into your room so you could safely store the letters she wrote for Will, Mike, and El.

You were going to keep yours in your bag.

After that, Max had demanded, or more likely threatened, Steve to take her to her home, saying that she didn’t want to spend what was possibly the last day of her life cooped up inside, doing nothing, and you agreed with that. You would have done the same had you been in her shoes. Staying in one place was only bound to make a person go insane.

But what hit you like a brick, was her desire to go visit Billy’s grave.

You hadn’t set foot in the graveyard for almost a year and now you were going to do it twice in just what, two days? Three? It was quite bizarre to you.

When you parked as nearby to the grave as you could, she bolted out of the car, and Lucas right after her.

“I’m not okay with letting her go alone,” you murmured and Steve hummed in agreement. You spent a little while in silence, staring motionlessly ahead of you, before you threw open the door and headed out, silently approaching the two teens that seemed to be in a heated conversation, especially on Lucas’ side.

“I don’t need a letter,” said the boy. “I don’t want a letter. Just talk to me. To your friends. We’re right here…I’m right here. Okay? I’m here,” he finished desperately and she just stared at him before brushing past him.

“Just wait in the car. This won’t be long-“

“Max,” you called out and she halted in her steps, turning around halfway to see you slowly approach the boy and pat his shoulder before nodding your head towards the vehicle, signaling him to return, and he spared Max one last glance before dejectedly going back to the others.

That left only the two of you, facing each other. You sighed before averting your gaze and closing the distance bit by bit.

“Look, if you wanna visit Billy, you can come with me. It’s fine-“

“I just wanted to tell you something,” you cut her off and she turned around fully, showing you that she was giving you all her attention. “Lucas was right back there, you know? Vecna seems to be targeting people with trauma…damaged people…who haven’t taken a step forward in order to heal,” you took a deep breath as you began hesitantly. “You’re one of those people…But maybe…just maybe…if you make an effort and take that step…maybe you’ll have a better chance at winning this fight. And it’s okay to admit it,” you took another step forward so you could place your hand on her shoulder. “I get it, you’re trying to be tough for everyone, you’re trying to present yourself as someone who doesn’t care if they die…But I know better than anyone…No matter how tough you think you are, no matter how tough you present yourself to be…you’re weak and broken,” you stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, gesticulating weakly, and Max’s eyes widened ever so slightly. “And when you’re broken and weak, monsters start lurking…Monsters like Vecna who want to take over, who steal the little bit of sanity you have left until there’s nothing,” you folded your lips and gulped. “I went through this for a long time…I was only able to fight off those demons because of my beloved people helping me every time. And even then, it’s not like they left…No. They’re still here, lurking somewhere in the depths of my mind, waiting for an opportunity to jump out and sink their claws in me again. You’re going through the same, I know it. But because you haven’t asked for help, because you haven’t turned to your friends and family, you’re alone. You’re fighting a losing battle and Vecna is taking advantage of this…Max, it’s okay to admit that you need help. It’s okay to ask for help. Humans are weak and dependant on others to begin with…since being born…there’s no shame in that. In fact, I think it’s beautiful because asking for help is something that brings us together,” you sent her a small smile. “I know it’s easier to give up. It’s easier to seek relief and peace in death even,” you continued, smile faltering, and her eyes widened drastically, looking wildly into yours as if you had just discovered something you shouldn’t have, or exposed something you shouldn’t have.

“I-“

“Max, do you take me for a fool? Did you think I wouldn’t notice your behavioral patterns?” you asked, shaking your head, and she shut her mouth, head lowering as she was unable to look you in the eyes. Was it out of guilt or embarrassment or something else, you couldn’t pinpoint. Perhaps a bit of everything. “Let’s face it head-on, Max, you have thought of ending it all just as much as I have. I saw the way you reacted when you saw my scars,” you whispered and she shut her eyes, biting her lower lip. You sighed softly as you lifted a hand to tuck a fallen strand of hair behind her ear before you placed it on her shoulder again. “For you, it hasn’t yet manifested physically, which is great,” you exclaimed and she opened her eyes, looking briefly at you before lowering them back onto her feet. “But anything besides physically…it’s bad. With time, it’s going to fester and slowly take over your body until you begin doing it physically. Take it from me, that’s not the way. If you don’t wanna do it for yourself, at least think of your mom, of Lucas, of everyone else. If you don’t wanna fight for yourself, fight for them. Don’t give Vecna the pleasure. It’s hard to find the strength to take this one step forward but you have to do it, Max, you just have to,” you spoke firmly, squeezing her shoulder. “But you can’t do it all alone. You can’t win this fight alone. So please, rely on us some more.”

“You told Lucas not to give me false hope and now you’re doing the same,” she muttered after a moment of silence and you let out a gentle snort.

“That’s different. I’m not just saying words of encouragement just for the sake of encouragement. Or reassuring you that everything will be okay when in fact, it’s all incredibly uncertain…I’m just giving you…an idea…advice…a possible solution to try out. Because after all, even if the situation is uncertain and is progressively leaning more towards ‘disastrous’, it doesn’t mean we should just give up the fight. Laying down and admitting defeat while someone else walks over us is not how we do things,” another smile resurfaced and you were glad to see that this time Max seemed to share the sentiment, the two of you sharing a silent understanding. “Off you go now,” you nodded in the direction of the grave and she slowly backed away before turning around and walking off.

Shortly after, you heard her begin talking. You didn’t want to eavesdrop but at the same time, you didn’t really want to put too much distance between the two of you, just in case something happened. So you just moved away and began pacing slowly, allowing her words to turn into soft inaudible humming in the background while your mind focused on other things – such as how you found yourself visiting Billy and Hopper again but this time around you had no words to speak to the dead.

You already told them everything you had kept locked inside of you – in the form of a complete word vomit on top of all. What else were you supposed to say? What did people usually talk about to the dead anyways? Were you supposed to say that you missed them? That you wished they were here with you or something? That was pretty obvious, wasn’t it? Or were you supposed to keep a diary and write paragraph after paragraph as you sat by their graves? Were you supposed to rant to them? To tell them of every detail that happened in your daily life as if they were alive and this was just any normal day of you catching up?

Were they even going to hear you if you did speak to them? Some people believed that spirits lingered in the realm of the living. Some believed in heaven and hell and that those who died and went to heaven were watching over their living loved ones and listening to them. Some believed in reincarnations in which case there was no point in talking because the dead would’ve reincarnated as a wailing babe somewhere around the world or even in some other dimension. You – who were fascinated by many different cultures and religions – didn’t know what to believe in.

The ancient Egyptians believed the most significant thing you could do in your life was die that life on earth was only one part of an eternal journey which ended, not in death, but in everlasting joy. They believed that each person’s afterlife was different – a mirror image of their mortal life at its best where they could meet and spend eternity with their loved people who have died or who would die in the future.

Maybe you could stick with this one for a while?

The thought of Hopper being reunited with Sarah warmed your heart.

“What am I supposed to say anyways?” you muttered under your breath as you crossed your arms and kept pacing slowly, feet drawing patterns into the soil underneath. “You guys wouldn’t believe what’s been going on since your passing. There has been a miraculous return of the villain we’ve been fighting for years and it seems things are much worse now. Max has fallen into a death trap and I’ve been getting the same symptoms as her so maybe we’re both cursed and on the way to join y’all!” you snorted as you uncrossed your arms and pressed your palms together, bringing them to your nose and resting your face against them, shutting your eyes close. “Osiris, give me strength. Going to my A’aru sounds tempting but now’s so not the time. Don’t send me there yet,” you groaned quietly.

Steve watched you pace, mutter to yourself, rub the bridge of your nose in frustration, and he couldn’t help but feel concern. Concern for Max, for you, for Eddie – well, at least Eddie’s case was solved so there was one thing less to worry about but that didn’t change the fact that the boy was traumatized by what he witnessed and felt like a failure for not being to protect Chrissy – for the whole situation in general. Everything was going from bad to worse, the control and somewhat normality were slipping through your fingers, and none of you could do anything about it. It was maddening.

Feeling someone’s gaze burning holes through you made you look up and finally lock eyes with Steve and Eddie who watched you like hawks, and you sent them a small smile and a shrug. But then, it’s like realization pierced you like a spear when you finally got snapped out of your racing thoughts and strained your ears only to hear nothing. Max’s voice which was like humming in the background had gone silent, and suddenly, your whole body got wracked with chills, making you turn around sharply.

Steve, seeing the way your face fell, snapped his attention on Max, having the same realization dawn upon him. Simultaneously, he jumped out of the car while you dashed to the girl sitting on the ground cross-legged. Eddie, Dustin, and Lucas looked at the two of you in alarm before following hot on your heels.

“Max?” you called out as you came to a screeching halt and knelt next to her. You barely contained a shocked gasp when you saw the way her eyes had rolled to the back of her head and the veins around them had bulged painfully while the miniature vessels in her sclera were glaringly red.

“Max!” Steve’s panicked yell mixed with yours as his sprint came to a stop and he threw himself on the ground next to you, grabbing the girl’s shoulder and shaking her, Lucas, Eddie, and Dustin joining you.

“Wha-wha-what’s going o- Jesus Christ!” yelled Eddie once he saw the girl’s condition and all hell broke loose after that.

You didn’t know how much you called out to her. You didn’t know how many times you tried to wake her up or how many tears you shed as you thought that was it, she was going to die. At one point, the sound of a grandfather clock pierced your eardrums. It was much scarier than the sound of mechanical clocks you used to hear. It felt like someone was counting your minutes – minutes of remaining life.

And then, an invisible force lifted her into the air and you could only watch in shock, not being able to do anything. Steve grabbed you by the shoulders and held you tightly while you looked up. Not even Nancy and Robin’s advice to use music seemed to help.

That’s what you thought initially when Max opened her eyes and came to her senses, the invisible force that held her strung up like a puppet on strings released her and she fell right into your arms.

And as she muttered a breathless “I’m still here,” in an attempt to reassure you all she was fine, that she was alive, your tears couldn’t stop falling. She had such a close brush with death and suddenly you got reminded of the way you felt when you thought Will could’ve died a couple of years back.

Panic gripped at your heart and squeezed painfully and you couldn’t stop thinking of how history seemed to be repeating itself, but this time around it was scarier, because the enemy you were up against was, thus far, invisible.

You didn’t know how you were going to fight against something of such magnitude. Not only Max, but all of you were fighting a losing battle. You were lost.

And the clock was ticking.

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vampzteeth · 1 year

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characters I write for

sorry all adults will be purely platonic becuz i’m a minor and it it makes me feel weird writing romantic for adults

STRANGER THINGS

Mike Wheeler — platonic, romantic

Dustin Henderson — platonic, romantic

Steve Harrington — platonic

Eddie Munson — platonic

Nancy Wheeler — platonic

Robin Buckley — platonic

Max Mayfield — platonic, romantic

Lucas Sinclair — platonic, romantic

Eleven/Jane Hopper — platonic, romantic

WEDNESDAY

Wednesday Addams — platonic, romantic

Xavier Thorpe — platonic, romantic

i won’t be writing for xavier anymore due to percy’s racism and things i don’t feel comfortable talking about.

Ajax Petropolus — platonic, romantic

Enid Sinclair — platonic, romantic

Bianca Barclay — platonic, romantic

Morticia Addams — platonic

Tyler Galpin — platonic, romantic

HARRY POTTER

Harry Potter — platonic, romantic

Ron Weasley — platonic, romantic

Hermione Granger — platonic, romantic

Neville Longbottom — platonic, romantic

Draco Malfoy — platonic, romantic

George Weasley — platonic, romantic

Fred Weasley — platonic, romantic

TWILIGHT

Edward Cullen — platonic, romantic

Alice Cullen — platonic, romantic

Bella Swan — platonic, romantic

Jacob Black — platonic, romantic

requests are closed 🖤 message me if you wanna be in the tag list!!

@uniamv

#stranger things x reader #mike wheeler x reader #dustin henderson x reader #max mayfeild x reader #harry potter x reader #draco malfoy x reader #wednesday x reader #ajax petropolus x reader #wednesday addams x reader #edward cullen x reader #xavier thorpe x reader #alice cullen x reader #bella swan x reader #jacob black x reader #enid sinclair x reader #tyler galpin x reader #morticia addams x reader

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sailorwritesstuff · 2 years

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#Stranger things Masterlist

Request open for all characters but Billy (Closed for a couple of days)

𝕯ustin 𝕳enderson

The Hat

Dustin and Reader are running late and Dustin can't seem to find his hat.

Honey-Bun

Dustin finds himself getting tackled by an excited cheerleader screaming his name in front of his friends. They have questions.

Doll shopping

Older! Dustin and Reader need to get groceries but reader won't let them past the toy section.

Hi Captain.

blurb + headcanons of Dustin working at scoops ahoy with steve and robin for a summer job and falling in love.

Meet the Friends pt2 [black! Reader]

Dustin forgets about lunch with the Byers in town and his girlfriend mets his friends in a less than ideal way.

Rest and Heal, Hobbit.

Dustin won't let his leg heal. You have to make him. (Au where Eddie doesn't croak it 💀 just gets hurt.)

𝕾teve 𝕳arrington

You think I'm pretty, baby? [black reader]

Steve likes to watch his girl when he thinks she can't see him. She can.

Purple Rain [black reader]

Steve and his girlfriend disagree on the Dustin's hair for the snowball dance. The down side of having two hair perfectionist as "parents"

"Steve...why does my baby look like white Prince?"

𝕷ucas 𝕾inclair

Poly Lumax Headcanons pt. 2

How I think dating Max and Lucas would go

Poly Lumax incorrect quotes

3 dumbasses in a relationship

Mandatory Lunch date

Lucas and cheerleader s/o headcanons + short fic

𝕵ane 𝕳opper

Poly ElMax Headcanons.

California girl [cw: Cheating]

El mets someone new in California and doesn't understand how her actions affect other people.

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