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Soon You'll Get Better
Chapter Three: Neon Kitchen, Bright Sky
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summary: Max can never seem to catch a break and things are no different when Billy's dad comes back into the picture. When everything takes a sudden turn and the one person who was supposed to have her back fails her, you and Steve don't hesitate to step in.
word count: [16.7k]
: ̗̀➛ pairings: big-brother!steve x max & big-sister!reader x max
: ̗̀➛ romantic pairing: steve harrington x fem-college-student!reader
: ̗̀➛ warnings: angst, physical altercation, mentions of slapping, cursing, billy's abusive dad, mentions of death (billy), bruises, and mentions of absent parents (max & steve)
“Get the fuck out!”
Her shouts echoed against the walls of the trailer, resounding off the metal as she pointed at the door and stood face to face with the man she didn’t want to see. He snarled at her, face practically red as he turned to her mother who stood off to the side, not daring to get in between them like she should’ve been doing in the first place.
“Are you going to let her speak to me that way?” He asked ridiculously knowing that she didn’t have a backbone, and when it came to him, she would ultimately betray her own daughter.
The thumb she had been biting down on dropped from her mouth, shaking her head vigorously. She turned to her daughter and looked at her with wide, pleading eyes.
“Maxine, he’s staying. End of discussion.”
Max rolled her eyes, glaring just as harshly at her mother for this bullshit that she was putting her through. The last thing she needed was to see her former stepfather right before her eyes, claiming he was back in their lives all of the sudden. The same one who abandoned her and her mother after Billy died and couldn’t even be man enough to stay for his funeral.
What possessed her mother to think that Max was ever going to let this slide was beyond comprehensible. Maybe it was some sort of mid-life crisis she was going through or desperation, but over her dead body would she allow this man to live under the same roof as her and her mother after everything that had happened in the past.
Max clenched her fists to her sides, reminding herself that she wasn’t going to get physical no matter how angry she was. The most important thing that she needed to do was try to stay somewhat composed and get it through her mother’s head that this wasn’t going to happen.
“No, he isn’t! Did you forget everything he put us through? What about what he did to Billy? All those years of abuse and you’re letting him back in!” She protested, unclenching one of her hands to point brutally at the man who towered over her.
Her mother wasn’t a stranger to the abuse Billy’s father had inflicted on his son. Verbally, physically, and psychologically — he was horrible to him, the same way that Billy had continued the cycle and was horrible to Max.
She looked down guiltily, shaking her head as if she was trying to believe her own lie, “He—He’s changed Max…you don’t know how hard it was for him to lose his son—”
“And I lost my brother! I watched him die with my own eyes, so what about me?”
Max didn’t mean to get emotional so quickly, but it felt like this was all something that was building up from last week’s events that were just as heavy as this. Even more so, she wished she had spent the night at you and Steve’s apartment, taking you both up on that movie night you had suggested, but instead she picked to stay home for once and try to spend more time with her mom.
Just for the night to turn into this bullshit.
Billy’s dad swatted at her pointed hand, slamming it back down to her side where she clenched her fist, wondering if this was a free pass for her to plant it towards his jaw — but she stayed calm, ignoring the stinging feeling on her skin.
“You’re the child and we’re the adults, you obey us!” He roared, causing Max to flinch slightly, yet she knew this game he was playing.
Threatening — the same thing he used to do to Billy.
But if there was one thing she learned from her late brother, it was that sometimes the best thing to do was strike back…with words of course. Because while his father usually always started it, Billy was the one to finish it.
“You’re not my fucking father and I don’t have to obey shit you say.”
She didn’t mean to look so smug after she said that. Max was actually supposed to be putting on that signature glare, but she couldn’t help it. Watching the sorry excuse of a man’s face drop before her and the vein in his neck nearly about to combust over the harsh truth she had spat right at him.
SLAP!
But the palm that connected with her cheek surely replaced the smugness with shock. Tears instantly pricking at her eyes as her hands clutched at the skin that prickled with a hundred nerves burning beneath the surface.
Her mother gasped, but not daring to scold the man for his actions, too frightened to do so. Instead, trying to grab at Max’s wrists to pull them away from her cheek in order to assess the damage that had been done, but that wasn’t what Max wanted of her.
She wanted her mother to scream.
To yell.
Fight back.
Tell him to get the fuck out of her home.
Call the cops.
Put him in jail.
Then hold her in her arms and apologize.
But she didn’t.
Max nudged her mother’s hands away, blinking wildly, and the tears rolled down her skin.
“It’s me or him.”
The ultimatum she laid before her mother should’ve been an easy one to answer. Obviously her blood, the girl she had given birth to and raised all by herself seemingly fine before she met Billy’s dad.
But the only thing in the eerily quiet trailer was now silence.
She could see her mother’s hesitation through the blur of salty puddles in her eyes. The eyes that darted between her daughter and her ex-husband’s, as if he was worth more than her even after she was the one that had stuck by her mother’s side and held her up even when she couldn’t even keep herself together.
All of this for a man.
Max swallowed the lump in her throat, disappointingly shaking her head as she brushed past her mom, heading down the narrow hallway to her bedroom, slamming and locking the door shut. There was no way in hell she was going to spend the rest of the night or the upcoming days with him in her presence.
She wasn’t going to before and she sure wasn’t going to now after he had just put his hands on her. Easily, she could’ve reached for the phone that laid on her bedside table, dialing El and asking for her father to come down to the trailer park to arrest the son of a bitch, but the first thing on her mind was getting out.
And she knew where she was going.
Stuffing a drawer full of clothes into her duffle bag, it was enough to last her a few days before she would need to borrow some, but it would do for the meantime. The excess space was filled with her childhood stuffed animal: Bubbles the Dino and the rest of her tapes and Walkman that would get her through.
She zipped up the oversized jacket that once belonged to Billy, pulling the hood over her head, hoping this was enough to keep her warm for the journey. She walked out of her bedroom back into the living room where he was still berating her mother as she sat on the couch with her head in her hands not knowing what to say or do.
Max didn’t pay them any mind, heading straight to the front door so she could make her exit before anyone tried to stop her. The creaking of the hinges prompted their attention, but she was already down the front porch steps before they could move.
“Maxine, you’re not going anywhere!” Her mom hollered, frozen in the doorway with the man right behind her.
Max rolled her eyes once more, hands tightening on her bike handles as she turned her head and looked towards the one person who was supposed to choose her all the time.
“You can both go to hell.”
With that, she ascended on the night, leaving everything that she thought was supposed to be her home behind her. The tears she had been holding back to avoid humiliation now falling out of her orbs and rolling against her cheeks. Her feet pedaled faster as each second went by, hoping to get to her destination before it was too late.
Your body twitched at the sound of knocking, eyes slowly blinking to unblur them from the sleep that overcame you suddenly. The movie that you and Steve abandoned still playing through the television while your boyfriend slept soundly beside you with Ollie cuddled to his chest.
“Steve,” you yawned, stretching your arms out and nudging his shin with your foot.
He moved slightly at the contact, groaning out without opening his eyes. Another set of knocks sounded through the front door and this time you were sure it wasn’t the movie playing tricks. Your heart raced instantaneously, not knowing what was real or not.
“Steve, someone’s at the door.” You hissed sharply, letting your arms fall to his chest where you shook him firmly.
His face scrunched up, one eye opening to see you hovering above him looking back at the door, “Baby, it’s just the movie—”
Another set of knocks followed, this time accompanied by a small voice just loud enough to pierce through the wood of the door.
“Are you guys awake?”
Neither you nor Steve could mistake her voice. Instantly worried, you didn’t hesitate to jump up from the couch, startling Ollie who jolted up from his slumber and raced towards the front door where you were already unlocking the latch.
Steve threw off the blankets, blindly shutting off the tv and slapped on the light switch, brightening up the living room with the yellow fluorescence.
You pulled the door open, Steve right beside you as you both were greeted by the anxiety inducing sight of Max all cried out with her bags weighing her shoulders down.
Her cheeks were a bright crimson, which you would assume was from the cold of the night, however her bloodshot eyes told a different story that it was a combination of the weather and crying. Her lips looked frostbitten, almost chapped as the soft teetering of her teeth rang in the wind.
“Hey, it’s okay…get in, c’mon.” Steve ushered, reaching out and grabbing her wrist gently as you opened the door wider and wrapped your arms across her shoulders where you could feel her shivering.
She instantly dropped her bags, letting them rest on the floors as she collapsed onto the couch. Her elbows going to rest on her knees as she covering her face with her hands.
You were next to her in an instant with Steve reaching over to grab the stray blanket, draping it over her body as he sat on the other side. His hands squeezed her shoulders over the thick fleece in order to try to warm her up quickly, hoping she wouldn’t catch a cold.
You caught his eyes, quietly voicing your concern, as he nodded swiftly and looked back down at her. Soft sniffles coming from behind her hands where she was trying to hide it.
Not that Max ever liked crying in front of both of you, but she never tried to conceal it like she had been doing now. It all seemed so odd and out of character for her as she knew you and Steve would always be all ears in a heartbeat and listen to whatever she had to say, but not tonight.
“Max, honey, tell us what’s going on.”
Your voice was on the verge of pleading, not knowing how much longer you go could without knowing what had her this upset that she had to bike all the way here.
“J—just some stuff a-at home.” Her voice gave way.
Stuff at home could mean many things and you both knew that Max and her mother weren’t necessarily on the same page considering how their relationship had faltered with her mom prioritizing work more than raising her daughter.
Steve gulped, rubbing his hands over her shoulders warmly. “You can talk to us, bug. Could’ve called, and I would have come over and gotten you… it’s dark out and—”
She pulled her hands away from her face, swiping her fingers along her cheeks harshly before looking up at the two of you and nodding, understanding your concerns.
“Billy’s dad was over… he came back.” She said dryly, moving her eyes to her lap not knowing how you both would receive it after so long with him gone.
The silence was telling. Clearly the two of you were shocked seeing as though Billy’s dad, Neil, left before his son’s funeral procession, leaving it all up to Max’s mom who was devastated and had to deal with two losses she wasn’t anticipating.
“H-he’s back?” You stuttered, swallowing back your distaste as you kept your focus on the girl.
“He showed up while I was at arcade and my mom let him in and n-now she’s saying that he’s gonna stay with us and I—I just…I couldn’t….I w-won’t.”
And like that, her chest rose nimbly, tears beginning to well in her eyes once again before she could even try to piece together her broken words that already told a story of their own. Hunching over, her face found solace behind her hands again and the cries rattled the walls of the apartment and broke the hearts in your chests.
Steve leaned closer, guiding her into him as support. “Bug, take a deep breath…in and out, you got it. Everything’s alright, we’re right here.”
His hand rubbed her back gently as you cooed more words of comfort. The two of you working together to try to ground her and make her feel as safe as possible. Neither of you took it personally when her cries didn’t die down and only got heavier, a kind of sadness that you knew she was feeling deeply and needed to feel instead of trying to fight back.
If your hearts were just broken by the scene of her so frantic, you couldn’t begin to imagine what she was feeling. Her breathing only got more ragged, struggling to catch it with her mind racing with the flashbacks.
Steve noticed the signs before Max could even fathom them, rising up from the spot next to her, he hurriedly charged towards the kitchen for a glass of cold water and a warm rag before he was back at her side in an instant.
“Shhh…s’okay, let’s get you a sip of water yeah?” His fingers wrapped gently around her wrists, bringing her hands away from her face, as he showed her the glass.
She sniffled roughly, nodding her head as she took the cup from him — the water that had been beading around the surface meeting her hot hands zapped her nerves, bringing her back as she gulped it down. The warm rag rested on the back of her neck calming her down a bit as the hiccuped cries began to shallow out while the seconds passed.
She had nothing to be afraid of when you two were here right beside her. You both had seen her at her worst and even then neither of you left her side. It was going to be no different now or ever, even when she was unsure of it all. She had you both and that was what mattered most to her.
You took the empty glass away, placing it on the coffee table, “You wanna talk about it some more? Or we can talk in the morning if you—”
“He hit me. J—just slapped me once, but still…”
She dropped it like glass, letting it shatter without trying to cushion its fall because there was no way of doing so. The truth was all she had left in her and the sting on her cheek was a biting reminder of what he did and most importantly what she didn’t deserve.
The room was quiet, only Max’s sporadic sniffles and the whirling of the ceiling fan above you filled the heart-stopping silence. So many things spun through your heads, questions that Steve wanted to ask, and answers that you desperately wanted, but all you could muster to say was—
“I’m sorry.” You exhaled at a loss for words, skeptically reaching for her hand as she nodded and slotted hers in yours giving you the permission.
She squeezed yours securely as if she was trying to reassure you, like you were the one who needed the strength as you sat there and broke internally, trying to stay strong when you knew you were moments away from breaking down but that wouldn’t be fair to her — not right now.
Steve pulled his brows together, confusion splaying his features despite the anger brewing inside of him.
“What did your mom do?”
He knew her mother wouldn’t let anything happen like this slide, sure she had taken the hits from Billy’s father herself and watched helplessly when Billy became the punching bag, but she couldn’t have just sat around and watched him do the same to Max.
“Nothing.” Max said quietly, nearly hushed as she did, too ashamed to say it out loud because that would mean that her mom became the enabler of the behavior she swore she’d never tolerate.
The silence was even louder then. More questions wanting to be asked, on the tips of your tongues just pleading to be babbled out, yet you both could tell that now wasn’t the time.
Max was clearly traumatized, put through something incredibly heartbreaking yet was sitting right before you as stoic as ever — not feeling anything inside because she’d been so numb to the feeling of sadness and disappointment for a while now.
You swallowed the lump in your throat to keep from crying though your voice still cracked.
“Y-you’ve had a night. Why don’t you take a hot shower and take our bed tonight? Ollie can cuddle with you, yeah? He’s missed you so much.”
“Please.” she said, nodding at you with a sullen face.
You nodded, standing up and reaching out for her, “C’mon, let’s get you some clean clothes.”
You wrapped your arms across her shoulders, guiding her along to your bedroom in hopes that a goodnight’s sleep would bring her a dream to forget about the real life nightmare.
Steve ran a rough hand up and down his face, sighing heavily as his chest ripped out a quiet sob not knowing how something like this could happen. He’d done everything to protect her to the best of his ability and the one place that should have been her safest, her home, was the place she had been hurt and the one where he wasn’t at to shield her from it.
He tore his hands away when he heard the bedroom door shut softly, followed by your hushed cries that made its way closer to him. He stood and wrapped you in his cages, letting you cry every angry and heartbroken tear you had out.
“H-How could she let that happen?” You tried to keep your sobs down, letting them die against his clothed chest to prevent Max from hearing it, but you couldn’t help but to feel so helpless and frustrated.
Steve could only hold you, cooing away your anguish and wiping the tears away because there was no answer he could give you. Everything in his soul wanted to tell you what he knew and give you all the answers in order to piece it all together, but there was nothing left to piece.
The harsh reality was that something terrible had happened to Max, and no one tried to stop it.
“Everything is gonna be okay,” He told you, holding your face in his hands as he thumbed away the remnants of tears. “She has us and we’re gonna stick by her side and try to make this better.”
It was the only thing in Steve’s soul that he knew right then to be true. You both were always going to be there for her and if it took months maybe even years to right this situation, then you’d both be there every step of the way, no doubt about it.
“I know.”
His lips pressed in a tight line, giving you a firm nod, making sure that you were alright before he spoke, “I gotta go for a little, okay?”
You stared at him confusingly, not knowing where he would be off to at this hour. “Where?”
“Clear my head.” He said it plainly eyes dead set on yours.
You read between the obvious lines, knowing exactly where he was going. There was no use in trying to stop him because you knew he had his mind set on the very thought of making sure things were done right by Max, no matter what it took.
He was her protector and in many ways he would do anything for her — even kill if he had to.
You grabbed at his hand, squeezing it in a stern yet tender manner, “Promise you won’t do anything stupid? Max needs you, you know that.”
To be quite honest, he feels that he needs her more than she does him. Steve didn’t know what he’d do with himself if Max had suffered worse tonight. The slap itself left a bitter taste in Steve’s mouth, but if Max had shown up battered and bruised, he’d be sure that a death wish would be granted tonight.
Despite his anger and the things that he could do to make him pay, there was a way to get it done, and he wanted it done the right way so that Max wouldn’t need to suffer more than she already did.
He cradled the back of your head, pulling you into a hug, nodding his head against the top of yours and placing a kiss there.
“I swear, just… just make sure she gets some sleep, and you, too. I’ll be back in a bit.”
You locked up as he gave you one last look through the screen door, mouthing, “I love you,” before you shut the wooden door and he was jogging down the steps towards the car park.
The second he slammed the door shut, the shouting began as instantly as the salty tears he’d been holding back poured from his eyes. This wasn’t about him and the last thing he wanted was for Max to hear and worry about his own wellbeing when she was supposed to put herself first.
“Son of a bitch!”
He cursed, beating his palms against the steering wheel, breathing hard as he cried, so heated and disheartened at the world because why did it have to be her?
Why couldn’t the universe give it to him?
He could take the anger, he could take the hits, he could take it all and deal with it if it meant that Max got to finally go a day or two without worrying when the next breakdown or anxiety attack was going to occur.
She had already gone through so much and she deserved for it to be over by now.
“She’s okay… she’s okay, c’mon Steven.” He roughly wiped at his face, sucking in deep breaths, talking himself through it.
He started the ignition, his foot pressed firmly on the pedal as he made his way to the trailer park, his mind echoing the faces of you and her — the people he needed to make it back home to safe and sound.
It was a scene, Hopper police car parked out front of the trailer with its driver’s door swung wide open and the vehicle still running, headlights flashing brightly. The neighbors who should have been asleep were wide awake, gathered outside their homes, and rightfully so when there was a ruckus going on.
“Where is he?” Steve demanded loudly.
He didn't even bother to take the keys out of the ignition, placing the car in park behind the police car and hopping out to get his hands on the suspect.
Across the Mayfield trailer lived Eddie and his uncle Wayne, the both of them taking notice of Steve’s presence, aware of how close he and Max were and how he must have known something that the entire park didn’t.
“Fucking shit…” The metal head cursed, throwing his cigarette the ground and calling out to his friend, “Harrington! C’mon man, let the chief handle it!”
Eddie's voice was nothing to him. Steve instead made a beeline for the front door of Max’s trailer, bursting through it, catching everyone off guard. Her mother looked as though she had seen a ghost, Billy’s dad was confused with the intrusion, and Hopper knew that something was about to go down from the death stare Steve was wearing.
The only thing Steve heard in his mind was the voice telling him to get him.
“You son of a bitch!”
Lurching across where Hopper stood, Steve threw a fist in the air over towards the disgrace that sitting on the couch acting holier than thou beside a mother who failed her child.
He hoped it connected, spreading pain across his jaw for payback, yet the arms of Hopper and his friend Eddie encase his effort, hauling him back with all their might.
“What the hell, kid? Are you out of your mind?!” Hop shouted.
The flimsy notepad and pen dropped to the ground, and he hastily grabbed ahold of the boy whose fist was millimeters away from connecting to Neil’s jaw.
“Steve, that’s enough! C’mon, relax!” Eddie attempted to deescalate the situation, knowing it wouldn’t do Max or you any good if Steve left there in handcuffs.
“Did you tell him, huh?” Steve spat, still struggling in the grips, glaring at the two on the couch.
Neil sat up, pointing a finger at him.
“Listen, I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but you better get—”
“He hit Max.” Steve declared, completely stopping the struggle and moving his eyes towards Hop who stared at him confused, tight grip loosening only so that he could move and look back at the man.
“That true?” He asked, raised brow taking in a sharp breath.
Neil scoffed, turning to look at her mother, who sat emotionless, neither confirming nor denying the accusation, but she was just as guilty as him.
“Chief, I have no idea who this boy is… we called because our daughter is missing.”
He tried to lie, looking over at her mom with the most sincere and worried look that would’ve been convincing had Steve not seen right through it.
The audacity that the man had to call Max his daughter when he was barely even a father to Billy? It only made Steve’s blood boil even hotter, the anger dissipating into something uglier that dared to do more than just sock the son of a bitch in the jaw, but to make sure he never saw another waking day.
“She’s not your daughter, and she isn’t missing. She showed up at my doorstep crying her eyes out after she biked miles to come and tell me and my girlfriend that you put your hands on her and you did nothing about it.”
His eyes skimmed from the man to the woman, who guiltily broke into tears, covering her face knowing that the truth had been unveiled. Steve would have had more remorse for her if she at least defended her daughter and tried to do something to stop it. But knowing that Max stood in that very spot in the trailer almost an hour ago left with no one to help her made his fuse blow short.
The cries of the woman nearly set Neil off, turning back to her with a hardened look on his face like he was silently threating her to shut up before he gave her something to really cry about. Yet with the presence of the other three in the trailer and the neighbors that began growing curious with the shouts — he caught himself whipping his head back to the men, staring indifferently.
They could hear a hairpin drop with how eerily quiet the trailer became after Steve’s admission. Eddie cursed under his breath, closing his eyes as he got filled in on what he missed. Hopper swallowed so thickly, not knowing if he was going to put Neil into cuffs or give him a taste of his own medicine first.
The chief knew something wasn’t adding up when he got the frantic call from her mother. Sure, Max was a rebel at times, but even then, the chief knew that the girl wouldn’t just up and leave in the middle of the night for no good reason.
His daughter was her best friend, and they told each other everything, the good, the bad, and the ugly — granted he never liked to stick his nose in anyone business, but El had always voiced her worries for Max and that stuck with him, especially now.
And Hopper was a father himself, a true and present one. It just didn’t add up that Neil had bailed when his son died and now that he had returned, it just so happened that Max had run away.
Neil spoke lowly eyes shooting daggers through Steve, “You ain’t got any proof,” he started before turning his sights to the one wearing the badge.
“And even if it was, don’t you ought to agree, chief? Children who give their parents lip should be disciplined?”
Hopper and Eddie tightened their holds, feeling the small inch that Steve had moved, ready to lurch once again, but he stayed glued to the floor, knowing neither of them would be letting go.
“Is that why you hightailed it after Billy died? You lost your punching bag, so you decided to leave only to come back and try to make Max your next?” Steve seethed, not letting the fire die out so quickly.
“Shut your damn mouth!"
The man stood, pointing a sharp finger at him, but Hop pushed a hand out, creating distance between the two.
Steve scoffed a sarcastic laugh, eyes squinting pointedly. “Or what? You’re gonna hit me too? You’re a fucking deadbeat disgrace of a father who should’ve been the one in the ground, not your son.”
He knew what he was doing, granted it wasn’t the original thing he had planned to do, but if Steve was right about the kind of man Neil was, it would only be a few more seconds until he would strike.
“Don’t talk about my son,” Neil warned, stepping closer and ignoring the hand and demands that Hop gave him to step back towards the couch.
Steve jutted forward just an inch, smirking because he knew what exactly he was going to say next.
“So I can’t talk about him, but you could beat him to a pulp?”
The pang isn’t as nearly bad as it could’ve been seeing as though Hopper had tackled the man to the floor the second his fist grazed his cheek.
The entire trailer shook with the tussle happening on the ground, cursing flying off the walls as Hopper held his hands behind his back and pressed his cheek roughly to the ground.
Eddie stumbled back, arms remaining wrapped around his friend, wringing his face forward to check for damage. “You good, man?”
“Fine.” He replied, running his tongue over the inside of his cheek, only a slight sting that would probably become a little bruised by morning.
“Shut up, Neil. You’re under arrest for assault.” Hop grunted, clicking on the metal cuffs as tightly as possible.
Even as victorious as it should have felt to see him getting what he rightfully deserved, Steve didn’t feel an ounce of victory knowing that Max had gone through what she went through tonight. At the end, something terrible had happened and now it was going to be about her working through it.
Eddie pulled his friend out of the trailer, fresh air being breathed in followed by the gasps of the onlookers who didn’t know what to make out of all of it. Making their way to his car for some privacy, Steve leaned against the door, rubbing at his face while Eddie stood in front of him, arms crossed not knowing what to say.
“H-how is she?” He dared to ask, wondering if it was too touchy of a subject or not.
Steve looked up, frowning with a shake of his head. “Not so great. Did you hear anything before she left?”
Eddie shrugged, trying to remember anything that stood out, but the trailer park was used to fights and yelling but never to this magnitude. If anything, everyone around there avoided calling the cops as much as possible.
“Just a few shouts, but nothing too clear. Her mom started knocking on every trailer, asking if we saw where she went and before you know it Hop was here.” Eddie replied.
Steve nodded still trying to piece together everything. Both of their eyes trailed back to the trailer, as Hopper read aloud the Miranda rights, walking the cuffed man to the police car.
“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law.” He spoke before throwing him into the backseat, slamming the door to finally silence the hissy fit Neil was throwing.
The man was obviously exhausted. The last thing he wanted to do after he had already clocked out for the day was to drive all the way to the trailer park for some runaway. But when he heard that it was Maxine missing, he couldn’t stay at home knowing his daughter’s best friend was out there, probably scared and alone — the same way he found El.
It hit too close to home, and he was going to do everything he could to get her back home safely.
“She’s still at yours?” Hop called out, walking over to Steve with his notepad out for some info.
Steve nodded, backing off his car to look at his watch. “She should be asleep now, but yeah, she’s got to ours almost an hour ago by bike.”
Hop grunted out a disapproving curse, jotting everything down for the report. He clicked the pen closed, shoving it in his pocked before pointing up at Steve.
“Good. I want you to keep her at yours and I’ll stop by in the morning to ask some questions, alright?”
There was a sort of silent understanding between them both, one that even Eddie could read despite the missing words. They all knew how close Max was to you and Steve, and if she was going to be anywhere tonight, or maybe for a while, it was going to be with you both.
“What about her?” Steve pointed his chin at her mom, sitting on the steps still crying to herself. Hop took a deep breath, shaking his head.
“She’s gonna get an earful right about now, but you should probably go before then.” He advised, knowing that it would be best if Steve weren’t around despite his understandable anger.
All of the mean names and insults that spun in Steve's head and dared to leave his mouth but never did. Honestly, the sight of her crying alone was hopefully the wake up call that she needed to be a better mother, a present one that would pick her before anyone else, even kill for her if she needed to.
“You hurt her you know,” Steve declared out loud, knowing it was the least he could say for Max’s behalf.
Her face hidden behind her hands not knowing what to do with herself. She pulled them away, staring at him guiltily as she sobbed some more. But he didn’t have anything else to say to her and even if he did, he was sure the only words that would leave his mouth would be fueled with anger and disgust.
Eddie garnered his attention, patting the hood of his car gently.
“Go on man, it’s getting late.”
As a friend, Eddie cared a lot about you both. He even had a special place in his heart for the redhead who sometimes fed the strays with him when she was bored at home. It wasn’t often, but it was enough for conversations to begin where Max bragged about having Steve wrapped around her finger, ready to fight anyone who got in her way.
Steve and Max had an undeniable sibling sort of bond that tied them together — everyone could see it.
Max grew up with a step-brother who was dog-shit nothing, and Steve practically raised himself once he turned thirteen. It was clear that the both of them were fated together, a kind of chosen family that not even blood could touch.
“Tomorrow, okay?” Hopper said once more, patting him on the back and ushering him to get in the car.
Steve nodded, offering a kind handshake to both men before he got into his car, and took one last look — all the neighbors heading back into their homes after Hop waved them off, and Eddie wielding another goodbye before he jogged back to his trailer.
The drive home was a stark contrast, no more tears shed or shouts leaving his mouth. Just pure silence as his blood simmered down and his mind thought of you and Max — and of course, Ollie. His little family that he would vow to protect no matter what.
He parked the car, locking it and jogging up the short flight of stairs towards the apartment door. He dug the keys out of his pocket, quietly opening it, hoping to not wake anyone up. But of course, Ollie was already at the door waiting as Steve smiled, bending down to pet him as he shut the door behind him.
The floor lamp was left on, illuminating your sleeping figure on the couch with two layers of blankets pulled over your body. He thanked all the gods in the universe that you were asleep, knowing it wouldn’t do you any good if you had stayed up waiting even if it was out of love.
You knew that Steve would handle things and keep his promise. He always did.
He shrugged his shoes off, propping them on the rack before rounding the hallway towards your shared bedroom where the door was left open. Stopping in the doorway, he let out a sigh of relief, glad that Max was also asleep and safe. All the while Ollie hopped up on the bed, snuggling into her side for the night.
There were a lot of things that Steve was unsure of, so many questions still desperately wanting to be answered, but he knew that whatever was going to happen next was going to be in the best interest of Max.
No more of her feeling like she was second place or her own mother’s second choice. He was going to do everything in his power to give her the life she deserved — full of love and safety.
Heading back to the living room, he lifted the blankets up slowly, squeezing in beside you, doing his best not to wake you up. But it was nearly impossible as you stirred slightly, peeking your eyes open just enough to decipher his figure through the darkness.
“W-was everything okay?” You croaked softly, wrapping your arms around his midsection and pulling him closer to you.
“Yeah," he nodded, kissing your temple as he settled his body into the cushions. “Hop was already there when I arrived and he’s gonna stop by in the morning.”
“Where are you hurt?” You sought, already knowing that Steve was going to try to hide it from you for your own sake if you didn’t ask yourself.
He gulped, turning his jaw to show you where he was hit. “Just grazed me a bit…I’m gonna be fine.” He assured you as your fingertips skimmed over the area, trying to feel for a forming bump.
“Okay,” You took a deep breath nodding as your hand fell away from his face, “Let’s get some sleep…we’ll talk more in the morning.”
There wasn’t possibly anything more that you could’ve asked nor did you want any of the full details of what Steve had done to get things handled. He knew it too — that sometimes ignorance when it came to this sort of situation was bliss to you.
Your focus was on Max, and as long as Steve was safe and sound back in your arms, there was no need to worry about him. Right now Max was the person you needed to be thought of the most — and neither you nor Steve were going to stop doing so.
Max woke early the next morning, rubbing sleep and dried tears from her eyes as she was aware of the sun beating down past the curtains and the voices talking softly down the hall meaning you and Steve were already up.
She tossed around the duvet for a few minutes before mustering the strength to throw them off and let her feet hit the floorboards, taking her to the kitchen.
“Morning,” she croaked weakly, wincing at the pain in her cheek where her fingertips had slid against the skin carelessly.
You and Steve looked over your shoulders. Her sleepy figure taking a seat at the kitchen table and resting her face in her hands. Clicking off the burner, you both quickly gave her your attention.
“Hey bug,” Steve said quietly, reaching over for a clean glass, filling it up with water before he approached, sliding it over to her.
“How’re you feeling?” You sought, taking a seat beside her and smiling gently as she laid her head on your shoulder.
“A bit better. It’s the best sleep I’ve gotten in a while.” She admitted, with a weak laugh, happy that she didn’t have to endure a night of a loud TV playing or her drunk mother whining about the cable cutting out.
But she’d be lying if she said she was out like a light after she got out of the shower. Sleep didn’t come to her so easily, playing back the memory of what had unfolded and knowing that Steve wasn’t home. She didn’t have to peek out of the living room to know it, but she could feel it in her bones that he had left.
“What happened to you?” Max asked him. Her gut already knowing the answer to her own question, yet she just wanted to see what he’d say.
Steve shook his head, tapping his cheek, “It’s nothing, just a little bruise. I took care of it.”
She couldn’t be upset with him, even if she wanted to. The energy in her body was completed depleted and the last thing she wanted was to act as if she didn’t need the help. Steve was protective of her and she knew whatever he did to “take care of it” was coming out of the goodness of his heart.
“Thanks,” She pursed her lips into a tight line, tilting her head at him to which he nodded.
You stroked the hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ears as she turned her eyes up towards you.
“Hopper is gonna come over and get some statements about the situation. He said it’s gonna be easy peasy.”
“Will you guys be able to stay in the room?” She crossed her fingers, hoping that she wouldn’t have to endure it by herself.
“Of course,” Steve nodded assuringly, rubbing her arm up and down, “He might bring some other people from the department, but they’ll be in and out before you know it, I promise.”
“Okay,” she breathed, relieved that it wouldn’t be so bad with you both there.
Max had only spoken to the cops one other time in her life — obviously talking to Hopper casually didn’t count. But after the fire at StarCourt, she and her friends were all questioned by law enforcement, even the FBI. They showed her pictures of the damage and asked about Billy and the details of his death.
She went home that day feeling numb as everyone else, not knowing if she’d ever be the same, and to know one’s surprise, she wasn’t. A few days later, her mom had planned out the funeral with the help of Karen and Joyce who tried their very best to pick up the pieces while her mom struggled to deal with the loss of her stepson and the sudden departure of her husband.
Max would never forget that week. So much chaos, heartache, and guilt that would only continue to follow her wherever she went, no matter how hard she tried to get back to normal, it just wasn’t possible, not with the emotional abuse of life that she had endured.
She tried not to think about it so much, knowing that Hopper was gonna make sure no lines were crossed. If anything, the questions would go straight to the point that way it wouldn’t force her to relive every single detail of the night.
The three of you ate breakfast together, her and Steve occasionally feeding Ollie bits of scrambled eggs while you weren’t looking, lightly laughing to themselves as you went on about something that you wanted to do with the kitchen.
After you cleared your plates, she suggested she did dishes, but you and Steve waved her off, telling her to relax and watch some television or read some magazines before Hop arrived.
A little after eight, there was a knock on the door, a firm and loud one indicating that it was most definitely the Chief on the other side. Max switched off the TV, getting up to join you and Steve at the front door, greeting him warmly.
“Hey kid,” Hopper greeted, widening his arms as she grinned and walked into his side, hugging him — hugs from Hop weren’t typical, but she knew it was his dad side coming out and comforting her.
“Hey, Hop.” She patted his back before stepping away and letting you and Steve greet him.
You peeked back out the door to see if any other person from the department would be joining, “Just you?”
He hummed out an ‘mhm’, removing his hat and taking a seat on the couch before pulling out the same notepad and pen from last night.
“Didn’t wanna overwhelm her with too many people 'round. I know it’s a touchy subject, still fresh and all.” Hopper spoke thoughtfully, eyes darting over to Max who was very relieved as she plopped down on the opposite side of the couch.
“Thanks.” Steve nodded, going to sit beside her.
The pen clicked, and Hop jutted his chin out towards the kid, silently asking if she was ready or if she still needed a few minutes to prepare herself to speak about it. She nodded quickly, wanting to rip the bandaid off and get it over with.
“Where were you before you got back home?” He began.
“I was at the arcade with Dustin and Mike. I biked there at 6 p.m., left at 8:30 p.m. and got home at about 9ish.”
He jotted everything down as she went, knowing that while the details weren’t about the scenario that took place, he needed to know everything that had happened before and after.
“And when you got home what happened then?” He proceeded, looking up from the notepad.
Now the hard part, getting into the details that she wanted to bury in the back of her mind and forget. She knew that Hopper was here doing his job and the last thing he wanted was for her to revisit last night, but in order to make sure things were done correctly, he had to get some insight.
You patted her knee encouragingly, while Steve murmured kind words, “you’ve got this,” and “it’s gonna be over soon.”
“I—I noticed a car out front, but it didn’t look familiar, so I didn’t think anything of it. Thought that maybe mom had gotten a ride home from a coworker and they were inside talking, or that maybe one of the neighbors had a guest and they just needed parking.” She explained simply.
“And when you walked in?”
“Neil was there sitting on the couch and my mom was making dinner in the kitchen. There were a few empty beer cans lying around, but they could’ve been my moms, or his…I d-don’t really know, but they were there.”
“Okay,” Hop nodded, pen moving quickly against the paper, occasionally looking up to give the girl a warm look, telling her she was doing great so far.
“How did things escalate?”
“I told him to get the fuck out and that he wasn’t welcomed in our home.” She said bluntly not caring about trying to lay it down easy.
“How did he take that?”
“Not so well,” She shifted, sitting up and swallowing thickly, “for some reason, my mom wanted him to stay, and I kept going on about horrible he treated us—how he treated Billy, and he didn’t like that I was talking back.”
“And it’s from my understanding that he hit you?”
Max nodded, “He slapped me across the cheek,” She turned her face, showing Hopper the side that was hit, though the red hand-mark had waned through the night, “Just once, but it was pretty hard.”
“M’sorry that happened, kid.” Hopper shook his head, huffing out a deep breath as he took it down.
“I gave my mom an ultimatum… him or me, but she didn’t say anything, so I knew—I knew I had to go and leave.” Her voice died with a whisper, hating the fact that repeating the words out loud was just as hurtful as seeing her mom do it to her face.
You and Steve could tell that it was starting to get heavier for Max. The mere thought of retelling what she had gone through was like reliving it again. Steve reached for her hand, giving it three encouraging squeezes.
“S’okay, we’re right here bug, not leaving okay?” You whispered, wrapping your arms over her shoulder, letting her lean it toward you.
“And you biked all the way here?”
She nodded, watching as Hopper mentally did the math of the times, knowing she didn’t bother to check it once she left. “So would you say you left Forrest Hills at about 9:30 and got here at almost 10?”
“Maybe 10:30,” she clarified, “I got tired halfway and stopped for a second to catch my breath.”
“And when you got here?”
“I knocked on the door, and they answered and let me in.” Max spoke gesturing to you both.
Hopper nodded, turning his attention to you and Steve now.
“What was she like?” He asked looking between you both.
You swallowed, going first. “Shaken up, cold obviously, but most sad and shaken.”
“She gets um, panic attacks sometimes?” Steve looked over at Max apologetically, but she nodded, letting him know it was okay to go on.
“S-she said it was just some stuff at home, and it kinda triggered one, so she got her a glass of cold water and warm rag to help calm her down.”
“What happened after that?”
“I told them what happened…about the slap, I mean.” She clarified with the tilt of her head as Hop nodded and jotted it down.
“Got it.”
“A-are we done, now?” She furrowed her brows, shifting a bit in her seat just enough to catch the notepad that was filled with his writing, not even room left in the margins.
Hopper flipped the pad over, clicking his pen shut as he nodded. “Yeah, no more talking about it. Got everything I need to keep him behind bars.”
She let out a breath of relief, sinking into your side as you smiled down at her, pressing a kiss to the side of her head lovingly. You hated that she had to go through this, but you knew it was the process to make sure everything was handled properly and Neil wouldn’t be able to get out easily.
“I’m assuming you’re not wanting to go back?” Hopper proposed, smiling a bit at Max’s comfortability that was visible now that the hard part was over.
Max nodded sternly, looking back at him. “Not if I don’t have to.”
“You guys okay with letting her stay here for a while?” Hop asked you both.
Without hesitation, you and Steve nodded. That wasn’t even up for debate. Your door would always be open for Max no matter what.
“Then it’s best you go back over there, let Max pick up a few things and try to get her mom to sign this.” He reached into his pocket, slipping out a folded piece of paper that he handed over.
Steve grabbed it, unfolding it to read the contents as you and Max leaned over to do the same.
“What is this?” Steve shook his head confused.
“It’s to have you and Steve become Max’s legal guardians. Her mom is obviously still going to be her parent and I doubt she’d sign away her rights, but this is mainly to protect Max. To make sure that she has people she can go to when she doesn’t feel safe at home, and things to get messy with the court and stuff like that.”
“So, we just get her to sign this and then Max can stay with us?” You questioned.
“For as long as I want?” Max added with an excited glint in her voice causing Hop to push out a laugh.
“Obviously, I’d encourage that your mom tries to make things right with you eventually, but I can understand that you don’t want to be near her right now. So yeah, if she signs it, you can stay here as long as you want.”
Max perked up at the thought, sitting up straighter and looking at you and Steve with hopeful eyes — it was as if she was brought back to life for a moment just at the idea of getting to stay with you and Steve.
You smiled softly, rubbing her back, “Why don’t you go get ready and we’ll head out to get this done, okay?”
“Okay!”
As the bedroom door closed, Hopper turned to you both wearing an apprehensive expression, sighing deeply and rubbing his hands together.
“It isn’t going to be easy.” Hopper spoke softly, not wanting Max to hear, “She’s gonna be a little hesitant to sign it, but I gave her a little spiel about it last night.”
“How’d she take it?” Steve wondered, scratching the back of his neck.
“Telling a mother that she isn’t fit to raise her child and that her child was going to be better off in the hands of two early twenty-year-olds?” His forehead creased as he lifted his brows, shaking his head, “She was pissed.”
You rolled your eyes, tsking because she had done this to herself and you had no remorse for her, at least not after what she had done to Max.
“Well, she should’ve thought twice before letting an abuser back into her and her daughter’s home and letting that same man hit her kid.” You retorted sharply.
Hop nodding sympathetically, understanding your indignation.
“I know you’re upset, but you’ve gotta try to make her understand that way Max is put first.”’
Steve rubbed your knee gently, doing his best to calm you down knowing that while you were visibly upset at the entire situation, you both had to see it through for Max’s sake.
“We hear you.” He spoke, giving Hop a grateful look for the time and energy he was taking out of his day to help you both with the process.
“The kids are worried about her…” He revealed with a sigh, “They basically stayed up all night and grilled me when I got back home.”
Hopper didn’t mean to overstep his place and tell El and Will about it before Max had the chance to, but the second he received the call, the only thing he could do was burst through their bedroom door and ask when they had seen her last.
Safe to say that once they were awoken with the news that their friend had runway, they couldn’t bring themselves back to sleep — pacing the living room restlessly as Jonathan and Joyce did their best to soothe them while Hop had drove down to the trailer park.
“Do you think they could by a little later? They just want to check up on her and give her a hug.” Hopper proposed, since it was the one thing El and Will had made him promise he would do for them.
“That’s sweet of them.” You smiled with a nod, “After we head out, I’ll ask Max and have her call them up in advance.”
“Great.”
Hopper left after saying goodbye to you all, wishing you luck on getting the paperwork signed and reminding you and Steve that you guys could give him a call anytime if you needed anything.
The last place Max wanted to go was back to the trailer park, but she knew in her heart that avoiding it forever wasn’t something that she could do considering that she still loved her mom, but right then, she just couldn’t stand to be around her after everything.
You three agreed that you would do most of the talking in hopes of getting the signature on the forms while Max headed inside to pack her stuff. Max had nothing to say to her mother, nor did she have to even utter a work to her — she owed her nothing.
The only thing keeping Max’s hopes up was getting to finally pick up somewhere else, somewhere safer where she knew you and Steve would never put her in danger and give her the home that she was always longing to have.
Her blood started rushing quicker as Steve turned into the park, driving up to the trailer and placing the car in park. She closed her eyes, leaning head back against the seat, taking a few deep breaths attempting to prepare herself to face her mom.
“Hey,” Steve looked back, tapping on the console to grab her attention, “It’s gonna be okay. We’ll be in and out as quick as we can be.”
“You don’t have to say anything at all, just go in there and grab whatever you need, alright?” You added, twisting your body to face her, grabbing her hand gently.
She took a final deep breath, nodding as she glanced out the window, “Let’s get this over with.”
Steve jogged up the steps, knocking firmly on the metal before heading back down with you and Max. It felt like forever for her, hearing her mom’s voice call out from the inside and footsteps moving across the floors, but it was only seconds after the creaky door swung open.
A look of relief washed over her mother’s face, hands resting over her heart as she walked towards her daughter.
“Maxine! Oh honey, I was so—”
Your hand came out, blocking her from getting any closer than she already was, putting distance between her and Max.
“She’s here to get a few things, then she’s leaving.” You said sternly, locking eyes with her keeping your gaze hard.
Her mom looked between you and Steve, eyes wide as she swayed her head puzzled.
“L-leaving? To where?”
“Ours. She’s gonna be staying with us for a while.” You told her, not missing the way the confusion instantly spread to denial.
Max took the opportunity to push her way in, brushing past her mom through the door and making a beeline for her room. She shut and locked the door, quickly moving and grabbing bags to stuff full of the things while you and Steve waited outside.
Max’s mom shook her head, eyes pleading to you and Steve, “You can’t take her away from me. She’s my daughter. Please.”
You didn’t even look affected by her begging, still keeping your composure with your arms moving across your chest.
“We’re not taking her away. She’s picking us, and we’re choosing her. The same way you should have last night.”
Steve had never seen you be so cold as you were being in that moment. It was totally out of your character to act out that way, but he knew this was just as hard for you to do. You weren’t doing this to punish her mom.
You were acting this way because Max needed someone who wasn’t going to just give up on her and let her fend for herself. She had done enough of that already, and with you and Steve there was no need for her to do it anymore.
“Please, you have to know that I didn’t mean for him to hit her.” She reasoned, clasping her hands together like a magical prayer was going to change your view.
“But you did know how violent he could get, and you still let him in. You put your life and Max’s in danger. For what?” You scoffed, shaking your head.
“He said that things were going to be different.” She whispered, furrowing her brows trying to get you to understand where she was coming from.
“And you really fell for it? After all of this time, you would think that you would know better.”
“We could be an actual family.” She said, pointing into the trailer where Max was gesturing to you both that it could finally be a home with a mom and dad waiting for her.
That ticked you off beyond everything she had pervious said. You couldn’t keep your composure any longer, tightening your fists to your sides, doing everything to keep the anger at bay and remember what you and Steve were here for.
“Just stop it!” You yelled louder than you had anticipated, prompting Steve to lay a calming hand on your shoulder, murmuring out for you to take it easy.
“Max doesn’t need anything more than a mother. Someone who is going to put her and her needs first. Not some delusional idea of a family that never existed in the first place.” You retorted sharply, bursting the bubble around that stupid dream of hers.
“That’s not true—”
You pointed your finger at her, nearly seething at that point.
"You dragged her into this town, and you left her to fend for herself when Billy treated her like crap and you did it again when Neil did the same thing. As much as it hurts you to admit, you know you’re not fit for the role. At least not right now.”
You didn’t mean to be so harsh, but it was what she needed to hear and she didn’t even bother to defend herself. Shrinking back, you could see the way her eyes washed over with a sheen of tears, jaw quivering slightly as you went on without missing a beat.
“Do you even know anything about your daughter at all? Do you know that Steve and I are her emergency contacts? He had to drive down there last week for an incident that you should have been there to handle, but you weren’t.” You explained to her, trying to keep your voice low for Max’s sake.
“You’re barely around, and on the rare occasion that you are, you don’t even try to be apart of her life, or even try to scratch the surface of everything she’s been hiding because she wants to protect you.”
You had gotten worked up by then; the anger floating away and instead replaced with pure disappointment for the mere fact that you and Steve even had to be here in the first place. Had she done her job as a mother, none of this would have happened, and she wouldn’t be standing here getting an earful from you right then.
“But you’re her mom.” You swallowed, shaking your head at her sobs leaving her mouth.
“You’re the one who’s supposed to be protecting her, and you failed at that.” You said, letting your voice die, watching as she broke down even more at those words.
You felt terrible for making her cry despite knowing she deserved it. You weren’t an evil person; you didn’t gain anything by making her feel bad about the way she parented, but every single thing you had said played a role in how awful thing had turned out for Max.
Her daughter, a girl going through the most pivotal developmental years of her life, was protecting her own mother who was neglecting her. She could have easily picked up and left long ago, even before Billy died, but she didn’t. She stuck around and beared the weight of everything else meanwhile she was the one suffering most.
“I’m her m-mom…she only has one mom, and that’s me.” She croaked, pointing to herself while the tears ran down her face.
“So if I were you, start acting like it and get your shit together so you can be the one she trusts again. The last thing she needs is forcing herself to live with her only mom who shattered her heart.”
You took a shaky breath, reaching behind you to retrieve the papers that Steve was holding onto. Passing them over to her, you watched as she looked over them, seemingly having no objections any longer.
“Y-you promise she’ll come back home?”
You and Steve looked at each other, neither nodding nor shaking your heads before you finally mustered the strength to look at her again.
“Prove she should first.”
Before you knew it her signature was printed on the pages, the three of you standing awkwardly outside listening for the bustle of footsteps and drawers shutting before finally the door whipped open. Max wobbled as she made her way down the short stairs, keeping her eyes on you and Steve.
“She sign it?” She finally spoke, watching as you both smiled and nodded.
Steve stepped forward, taking the bags from her arms and going to put them into the trunk of his car as you stayed near the porch with Max and her mom.
“Max, I’m sorry.” Her mom sniffled, going to reach out to her before quickly pulling her hands back to her chest understanding that she didn’t want to be touched.
Max looked over her shoulder, staring almost emotionless as she muttered, “I hope you are.”
“I—I’m gonna change, I promise…I’ll be better for you.”
They didn’t share a hug or a kiss on the cheek goodbye, Max simply opted for nod not wanting to keep her hopes too high when it came to her mom. You three loaded back into the car, watching from the rearview as her mom waved goodbye while you all set off back to the apartment.
You met her eyes in the mirror, heart warming at the small smile that splayed over her face, leaving the park without looking back.
“Why don’t we have a day with El and Will, huh? We can go shopping for your new room.” You suggested cheerfully.
A short gasp left her mouth, a little confused and surprised. “My own room?”
Steve chuckled nodding as he glanced back at her for a second. “You’re gonna be living with us for a while, so yeah, you’re own room. We’re gonna turn her study into a bedroom for you.”
“Thank you, thank you thank you!” She bubbled, unbuckling her belt as she reached forward and draped her arms over your shoulders as you and Steve laughed, urging her to buckle back up.
“Give El and Will a call when we get home and then we’ll swing by to pick them up, okay?”
It surprised her just as much as it did you, how upbeat she was despite the events that had unfolded less than 24 hours ago. Perhaps it was just her running on the high of actually getting to stay with you and Steve, but you had a feeling that it was the genuine relief she felt knowing that she’d get to come home to a safe space every day from now on.
Steve had given you the keys to his car, steering you and Max out of the apartment right after you had dropped off all her belongings and she had phoned her friends. The second you made it to the Hopper-Byers residence, El and Will were already waiting on the porch, racing towards the passenger side to greet their Max with the biggest hug in the world.
Joyce even came out, pulling Max into a sweet hug, murmuring even sweeter words that a mother would give her child. A little sliver of your conscious felt guilty that you were depriving Max of that mother-daughter connection that she always wanted, something every girl craves to have.
“Do you want to tag along?” Max extended the invitation, looking back into the car where you nodded with a smile, patting the empty passenger seat that you would hope Joyce would occupy.
And alas, she did, which was a great excuse for you and her to talk about adult things while the kids helped Max pick out stuff for her bedroom. They ran off to the knick-knack section of the thrift store, hoping to find some decor, while you and Joyce sorted through the hangers of curtains trying to find something that would suit her style.
She nudged with her elbow, causing you to looking over at her as a small smile took over her features before she whispered softly, “You and Steve are doing the right thing.”
You inhaled deeply, giving her a shaky laugh as you exhaled. “You think so? I’m honestly a little scared.” You admitted, hoping she wouldn’t think you were second guessing it because you weren’t.
There was just a lingering worry living in the back of your head, wondering if you could actually do it. Without a doubt, you knew that Steve could. He practically handled all six children by himself at one point in time, but you were still new to it. You were always there for all of them, but Max’s situation meant not just being there, but being present and ready to be at her side at any moment.
You couldn’t stomach the thought of her bottling up her feelings and hiding away in her bedroom while you went on unaware of it in the next room over. You didn’t even know what you’d do with yourself if she came home in tears not wanting to talk about what happened before shutting the door in your face.
There were so many things you weren’t prepared for and that was what made you the most scared: the thought of not knowing and it ending up hurting Max more than she already had.
Joyce had been in your shoes a few years earlier, taking in El, a child she didn’t birth, but felt immensely protective over. Though her circumstances were different from Max’s, there were more similarities in the fact that all they really needed was a safe space with people who loved them for who they were.
She reached out, giving you back a comforting rub while you shifted to face her completely.
“They say people are never really ready to be parents and it’s the same way for you guys, but you and Steve are the perfect fit for her.” She said softly, watching as you took in her words with a nod, continuing to listen for what advice she had left to graciously give you.
“She trusts you enough to tell you about everything in her life without being scared that she’ll be in trouble. She chooses you guys because you choose her. I know it’s not an ideal situation, but sometimes things happen for a reason…for the better.”
It was a motto that Joyce Byers lived by, the fact that things happened for a reason and even if it wasn’t the way things were envisioned, it was always for the better. She would have never thought that she would be a single mom of two kids, leaving behind Lenny in order to give her two boys a better shot at living a life without the risk around. But she also would have never thought she’d find love again and adopt a girl like El, who completed her life in so many ways.
Their families meshed together like one without even skipping a beat. It just felt right even after all those years of going through it without each other. When they were finally found on another, it was like the missing puzzle piece finally being put back in its place—a kind of harmony that was difficult to replicate.
You saw it covering her face, the certainty and confidence she had in you to do it.
“I needed that.” You closed your eyes, wrapping her up in a tight hug. “Thank you so much.”
“I’m here for you all, no matter what. We all are.” She reminded you, rubbing comforting circles over your back.
She smiled where you couldn't see, catching Max from afar as she watched on with a grateful look, giving Joyce a thumbs up before running along to find her friends.
You realized that it was a lot of pressure, and right now it felt like the weight of the world on your shoulders to make sure you were giving Max everything she needed, but sometimes it wasn’t as complicated as you were making it out to be in your head.
Giving Max a place to stay and the knowing that she was cared for was already enough for her and all the rest were just extras she was glad to be given by you and Steve.
After a few hours of strolling through countless stores and picking up the right pillows and bedspread, Steve’s car was officially packed to the brim. You weren’t sure how you all managed to Tetris fit everything, but it worked perfectly and by the time you had dropped the kids and Joyce back to theirs, the empty seats were occupied by everything that was once on their laps.
“My arms are dying!” Max huffed dramatically, slogging up the apartment complex staircase as you lingered behind her, trying to catch your breath with each slow step.
“I’m getting too old for this. I should’ve picked the apartment on the first floor instead.” You fretted with the shake of your head, finally making it up to the top with a loud stomp.
You and Max stood at the top of the stairwell for a couple seconds, deep breaths filling the silence as you pressed yourselves up against the brick wall. Then suddenly, as your eyes locked, laughter erupted not being able to take each other seriously over the silly situation.
Despite the cramp that you were surely going to catch in your leg at any moment’s notice, it was all worth it knowing this was going to be a memory you’d both look back on and crack up at.
Taking another deep breath, you tilted your head down the hallway.
“C’mon I bet Steve and Ollie miss us.” You both walked the short way to your front door.
You let your arm’s weight down, bags falling softly against the concrete as you fished the car keys out of your purse, beginning to unlock it. Ollie’s little barks came from behind the wood door, getting louder when you unlocked the screen and finally pushed the second one open.
The second the gap was cleared, the pup excitedly jumped up on his hind legs, greeting you both with a few more barks.
“Oh, hi boy! I missed you so much.” Max quickly stepped through, placing the bags down and going to her knees in order for him to surge into her lap.
You grinned sweetly, bending down to pet behind his ears while you toed your sneakers off, lugging the bags behind you.
“Where’s your dad, huh? Did you keep him company the whole day?” You wondered aloud, mostly talking to your dog who wasn’t paying you any mind with the pets he was getting from Max.
Before you could even call out his name, Steve strolled from the hallway, dusting off his hands as he smiled at the both of you. His hair was slicked back more than usual, which you assumed was because of the sweat that accumulated from all his hard work.
He didn’t tell you much about what he was going to do before you left, just that he was going to fix up the bedroom for Max and get everything in order.
“He did keep me company. In fact, he couldn’t stop following me around, that is until he heard you guys all the way from the stairwell.” He snickered, knowing that Ollie could hear your combined laughter from a mile away, instantly darting towards the front door the second he heard it.
You walked over to him, placing a peck on his lips before pushing past him into the living room in order to get yourself a glass of water.
He turned his attention to Max. “Did you have fun today, bug?” He proposed, scanning the shopping bags, which wasn’t even half of what you had picked up.
She nodded, bringing Ollie closer to her chest as she waddled over to the couch to get comfortable.
“The best day ever! Joyce even joined us and we all got ice cream afterwards as a treat for all the sale findings we did.”
Steve glanced over at you with a suspiciously raised brow not believing either of you could be gone for as long as you were and only have a couple of shopping bags.
You were especially good at finding the items that were somehow always on sale or marked down, which is how you justified every purchase claiming you were getting a bang for your buck—Steve didn’t know if that was always true or not, but who was he to argue?
“I’m assuming there’s more in the car?” He looked back and forth between the both of you.
You gulped down your water, nodding with a wide grin.
“You are correct!” you said, tossing him the car keys that he quickly caught and stuffed into his pocket with a grin.
“Before I lug whatever the hell you guys bought up here, let me show you a surprise.” He announced with the clap of his hands, motioning for you both to following his lead.
Max’s ears perked up, shuffling off the ground and following him closely. “A surprise?”
“You heard that right.”
The three of you stopped in front of your old study, now Max’s bedroom where the door was pulled shut. You and Max had no idea what was behind the door, but you both were excited to see what he was hiding, knowing he could have done anything while you were gone for the day.
In true dramatic Steve Harrington fashion, he shot Max a semi-worried, yet semi-cheery look, placing his hands on her shoulder as if he was bracing himself for a bad reaction already.
“Now Max, if you hate it by all means, don’t be afraid to tell me,” He cautioned.
She glared playfully, flicking his arm in a scolding manner.
“Stop, I’m not gonna hate it!” She guaranteed to him, waving her hands out in the air as in telling him to hurry about revealing it.
“Fine, then…surprise!” He blurted, reaching back to twist the doorknob and press the door open, revealing its interior.
Shock wasn’t even enough to describe what Max was feeling, let alone fathom the work Steve was able to pull together with just a couple of hours. She wasn’t even sure how he managed to get all the furniture, considering he was left without a car all day, but she was sure he had pulled some strings to make it possible.
The rattan bedframe was pushed up against the wall to maximize the space along with a newly packaged mattress laying within it. Beside it was a small two tiered bookshelf that would also act as a bedside table. Even though it was still empty, he was sure all her comics and little knick-knacks would find their home there when she officially got unpacked.
A tall oak wood dresser stood on the opposite side of the room, and while the room itself did come with a small closet, Steve just wanted to make sure there was enough room for her to store all her things. And last, on the adjacent wall, was a small desk that used to be yours, one that you had told Steve to leave in there for her so she could have a spot to do all her studying and whatnot.
The walls itself were bare, Steve wanting Max to have the creative reign to do whatever she wanted with them or if she wanted to paint it a different color, then they could make plans to go to the store over the weekend and pick a few swatches to choose from the.
Steve anxiously waited as she quietly looked around the room, taking it in without saying a word. She hadn’t even seen the room all too much to remember what it even looked like before all the furniture was put in. The only time she would ever come in there was to grab some pens and markers from your desk, but it was never long enough for her to notice how much natural light and space the room truly had.
Steve crossed his arms over his chest nervously. “Do you like it? I know it’s not much, and it’s still kinda bare, but we can—oh!”
Before he even had the chance to discredit all his hard work more than he already did, the young girl launched herself into his arms, hugging him like her life depended on it.
“Thank you so, so much! This means the world to me. You don’t even know how thankful I am right now!”
You clasped your hands together, heart warming at the sight as you watched how slowly the relief covered Steve’s face before being plastered with complete and utter joy for successfully doing something special for her.
To be fair, you were sure Steve could have blown up an air mattress for her, and Max would have the same reaction since it was the utter thought that counted the most—but this was definitely better.
“You’re welcome, Max.” He smiled, patting her back kindly, still reeling from the reaction he had received while you flashed him a big smile and a thumbs up.
“How did you even get this on time?” She finally pulled away, going for the bed and jumping back first against the mattress with the plastic covering crinkling beneath her. “You didn’t even have a car to pick this up.”
Steve beamed proudly, beginning to explain how he made it all happen. “I made a few calls, and I got Eddie to come and pick me up and we were able to go grab it. And Hop was getting rid of some stuff from the cabin and he let me keep some of the furniture for you.”
Surely getting Eddie’s help was the easy the part, the hardest was convincing him to stick around and help carry it all up the flight or stairs. Steve promised to give him a discount on all the tapes he wanted for a full month just for the favor alone—but Eddie could have gone without it, knowing that Steve was doing it not for himself, but for Max.
“Look at you being resourceful,” you half teased, poking him in the arm while he rolled your eyes at your chiding.
Max sat up slightly, arms spreading out towards the both of you as she jutted out her chin. “Come on. Group hug.”
You and Steve laughed, practically toppling into her side when she pulled you both into her, hugging with all her might trying to physically push all the gratefulness she had into it. She was sure that she could never repay you and Steve for all the things you’ve done for her, but if she could hug you both every day and make you feel it, then she would be doing it forever.
“I’m so glad you love it.” You hummed, laughing through it as she hugged you tighter for just a split second more.
“Well, thank you guys again… for going out of your way for me and giving me a place to stay.” She said kindly, patting the tops of your heads before your dog had jumped up, wanting to be included,
“And thank you, Ollie, for letting me crash at your parents’ place.” She cooed with a giggle, placing the dog on her chest where he settled snugly.
“You’re always welcomed here, you know that.” Steve ruffled at her hair, sitting up on his elbow to watching how comfortably Ollie was already liking the new room as much as Max—you were both certain, he would be crashing there every night instead of the living room or at the end of you and Steve’s bed.
After a few minutes of Max taking in her new room and getting spoiled with cuddles from Ollie, she began unpacking all her belongings, starting off with the clothes since it was the easiest to get sorted. You helped her with folding and organizing them in the drawers, while Steve placed all her heavier jackets and coats on hangers to store in the closet.
Once that was done, you all decided to take a break to snack on food, since neither of you had yet to have a proper lunch. But after a full day of being on your feet and having little to know food in your system, you were pretty much out after finishing half a bag of Doritos and a can of Coke.
Your fatigued body sprawled out on the couch where you had settled, claiming your back needed the extra cushion that the kitchen chairs didn’t have. Max and Steve decided to give you a break, doing their best to not wake you as they cleaned up and headed back to the room to finish unpacking and decorating.
It was a bit of a challenge for them to get the plastic wrapping off the mattress without your help, but they managed to find a way—Steve lifting one corner at a time as Max carefully ran the box cutter over the tarp and tugged it away section by section. The fitted bedsheet also gave them a bit of trouble but after 10 whole minutes of fighting the stupid elastic and getting confused on the right corner, it was done and her bed was properly made with the pale quilted bedsheets.
While Steve went to search for screws and the drill, Max occupied herself by filling the bookshelf bedside table with her collection of comic books and magazines. The ceramic jewelry dish she found at the thrift sat on the countertop, filled with friendship bracelets El made for her and some spare hair ties. On the bottom shelf, she shoved her Walkman and headphones into a wickered basket she also picked up at the thrift that surprisingly matched the rattan bedframe.
Some of the posters she managed to pull off the trailer walls without ripping but were bit crumpled and creased from her rushed packing, found their new homes on the walls in a collage like arrangement.
She was sure Steve would laugh and tease her when he saw the Karate Kid, Ralph Macchio, hanging right beside her dresser, but she also knew he would eventually pick her up tape and suggest it for movie night in a few days. She continued on, taping the rest of the posters up before she heard Steve’s footsteps coming back in.
He did, in fact, chuckle a little teasing her a bit at the way he knew she and El had a crush on the actor due to the fact that they screech every time he came on screen and the sole reason that had gone to see the movie in theatres three times in the same day.
Finally, they worked together to put up the hanging shelf that you had found for a deal, but without any instructions. Steve was totally going to lecture you about how no matter how good the deal was he wasn’t an instruction booklet that just knew how to put things together on the spot. But thankfully, this one didn’t give him too much trouble, at least in the beginning.
“How about now?” Steve gently lowered his hands, backing up from the wall with a single step.
With no level in sight, Steve had to continue readjusting the shelf’s position to make sure it was sitting perfectly flush and leveled against the wall. Neither he nor Max was sure how you slept through the shrill of the drill gun going through the drywall, but they were successful—in not waking you up and finally getting on the shelf right after three attempts.
Max tilted her head from where she sat on the floor. “Yeah…yeah, that looks about straight.” She shrugged not seeing it tilt to one side more than the other.
“You sure? I don’t want your tapes to fall and crack.” Steve frowned, stepping back up more to it to see if it was leveled correctly.
“They’ll survive, Steve.” She snickered at his concern, going to grab the small shoe box which contained all her adored belongings.
Her beloved, always on repeat, Kate Bush tapes found their place in a short stack, not too high in case they accidentally fell and the plastic casing cracked. A few drawings Will had sketched up for her, clipped together and stored in a folder for safekeeping. A few of Billy’s items that she kept like the ashtray that was now used to hold her spare change. And, of course, the koala plush that Steve had won for her at the arcade.
But there was one more thing at the bottom of the shoe box—a framed photo of her and her mom, from way back when she was a little girl in California. Her father took the photo, the two of them standing with wide smiles right in front of the Ferris wheel on Santa Monica’s pier.
Trips were always rare since they were on a tight budget, but her dad always claimed it was the perfect excuse to be stuck in traffic together and then get to stretch their limbs by riding all the rides.
The photograph sat at the bottom of her drawer back at the trailer, and she hadn’t even realized she packed it in the haste until now. Steve who had been sweeping up the dust that fell on the floor from the drilling, noticed her unmoving figure staring into the pit of the shoebox.
He set the broom aside, peering in to see as his lips curled up curiously, “What is it?”
Her lips pursed together into a fine line, picking up the frame and handing it over for him to see. Young Max, no older than six, smiling cheekily beside her mother with an ice cream cone in hand. Her front teeth were missing, but she still sported her signature plaits and freckled cheeks—a lot had changed, but still she was the same spunky girl who just got taller and got all her adult teeth in.
Steve looked up, glancing over at her. “Santa Monica, right?”
“Mhm,” she hummed, wondering how he could’ve known without seeing any specific signs in the photo.
“Do you miss California?” He wondered aloud.
Max shrugged her shoulders not really knowing how to go about it.
“Sometimes. I used to miss it more back when we first moved here, but after a while I kinda stopped because I had made friends and it wasn’t as bad as I thought.”
Steve chuckled, jabbing his elbow gently into her side. “Until you found about the alternate dimension?” He half joked to which she snorted with a roll of her eyes.
“Obviously…but even then, at least I wasn’t alone.” She said, nudging him back at the memory where he was the one who saved her and her friends during her first run in with those demodogs.
She twisted her fingers through each other, shoulders lifting curiously, “I—I do miss my dad sometimes, though. I always wonder what he’s up to, if he ever misses me or my mom.”
“You don’t really talk about him.” Steve said, tapping his foot on the ground suddenly aware of his limited knowledge on her dad’s side.
She nodded understandingly, knowing she didn’t share a lot about him with other people in the first place. Even El didn’t really know too much about him.
“Part of me wishes I could’ve stayed back with him, but I guess he just didn’t want to bear the full responsibility of a kid all by himself.”
“Did you ever try calling him?” Steve wondered, looking at her watching as she nodded with a small smile, recalling those moments for him to hear for the first time.
“We used to talk all the time when we first moved. He would call super early in the afternoon because of the time difference, and he didn’t want to miss me before I went to bed. He used to ask about my day at school and tell me that he was saving up to come visit…” Her smile faded, eyes darting down sadly.
“But he never did.”
“I’m sorry, bug.” He apologized quickly, hating how he had to ask such questions when she was already going through a lot. He didn’t mean to trigger anything, it was just pure interest to learn more.
“No, it’s fine,” she assured him, shaking her head when she finally looked back up at him.
“I know it probably wasn’t easy for him to see his only daughter get up and leave to live with her mom and her new husband who was practically replacing him. I just didn’t think it would mean he’d stop being my dad you know?”
Max knew Steve didn’t have much of a father's presence in his life either, let alone parents at all. It was one of the many things they had in common, something they were both painfully self-aware of.
Their parents were so far away, literally and figuratively. Steve didn’t even know when was the last time he saw his parents’ faces in person, while Max didn’t know when was the last time she had a proper conversation with either her mom or dad.
At some point in time, they became even more self aware that they had to look out for themselves—Steve obviously realizing this first. He hated to know that Max was essentially going through the same thing he did, and it was as if the cycle was repeating, but in other ways the curse was also breaking.
Steve placed a hand on her shoulder, squeezing tenderly.
“Sometimes the people we love stop trying and no matter hard we want them to care, it’s not up to us to make them.” He said delicately, hoping his words would travel deep within and stick with her.
He wasn’t always the best with words and by a long shot he felt like most times he never made the most sense, everything getting misinterpreted or coming across the wrong way. And while Max never liked the idea of unsolicited advice, she really appreciated Steve’s knowing he gave some of the best and most straightforward ones of them all.
“Do you think the same thing is gonna happen to my mom?” She wondered, hoping he would have an answer for her, but Steve didn’t want to compare his parents to hers.
Steve shrugged his shoulders unknowingly, not wanting to give her a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ when he could never truly know for sure. “I think one day she’s gonna come around and she’ll make up for not trying as hard as she should have.”
She took a deep breath, thankful for the careful words, before feeling another squeeze upon her shoulder as Steve spoke again, “But for now, we’re here and we’re not gonna stop trying and we’ll never not care for you.”
That was all that she needed to hear for the waterworks to begin. A trail of happy tears pooling withing her eyes as she sunk into him, letting him bear her weight as he hugged her tightly. It was the kind of hug that replaced the words “thank you,” and “I love you,” because the action alone spoke volumes—in fact it screamed it out loud without even uttering a peep.
Steve Harrington and Max Mayfield surely did not share a drop of blood, but what they did was know that they had each other to lean on. He was always going to be that protective older brother who hated to see her grow up so quickly, and she was always going to be that little sister trying to give him the childhood he never fully got to experience himself.
You didn’t let yourself be seen or heard, back pressed against the hallway wall, biting down on your lip to keep you from letting out a weak cry. You had awoken minutes ago, about to wander into her room to check their progress, but hearing their little heart to heart on your way there made you stop in your tracks and listen.
They needed that moment more than you did, and you’d be damned if you cut it short. As they pulled away, you took a quiet deep breath, swiping your eyes gently to clean the teary look before you knocked softly on the door, letting them know you were there as you walked through, letting out a short gasp.
“I fell asleep for an hour and this place is already looking complete!” You said, looking around in amazement.
Max chuckled, gesturing to the walls, “Don’t you like my Ralph Macchio poster?” She wiggled her brows while Steve muttered an “oh god,” under his breath.
You pointed at her with a nod before winking, “Get one of Matthew Broderick and that’ll complete the whole thing.”
Steve pretended to gag as if he wasn’t once a teenager with all the hot bombshells up on his wall. “What do you guys want a shrine of all the heartthrobs or something?” He accused, peering at you both with a comical look.
You pouted, going towards him to ruffle his hair. “If it makes you feel better, I think you actually resemble a little of Matthew Broderick just with better locks.”
“You think,” Steve blinked self indulgently, looking down at himself while you and Max repressed your laughter, shaking your heads at each other.
“Okay seriously though, I need some real food.” You stated, patting your stomach as they hummed in agreement.
Steve checked his watch, realizing how much time had passed and the sun that was setting sooner than anticipated.
“Too lazy to cook.” He groaned not wanting to do more work.
“But too lazy to go out.” Max added, plopping down on her bed.
You grinned, clapping your hands, “Why don’t we order some pizza? I got that coupon in the mail for an extra topping for free.”
“Pineapple!” they declared in unison without skipping a beat.
You laughed, shaking your head at how much they were truly long lost siblings in this lifetime and probably all the other ones out there.
“I’ll go call it in.” You sing-songed, spinning on your heel about to walk out towards the living room as Steve followed behind you.
“Oh!” Max sat up, looking at you both with a hopeful smile. “Can we at the table and use fancy plates and drink Coke out of the nice glasses?”
You and Steve smiled, nodding your heads at the simple request that seemed like such a big deal for her. Whatever it was that she wanted you and Steve would do the best to give to her.
In this lifetime and on this day, it was a neon kitchen filled with the laughter and smiles as you three ate dinner like royalty and the bright sky faded to night before it’d greet her again in the morning.
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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.
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just a little something i wrote because i can't escape the idea of being like a big sister to Max, being Hopper's daughter AND dating Steve
You had that burning sensation in your eyes that you have become familiar with in the last few days, the dim lights of the hospital room made you feel even more exhausted if possible. Sometimes you sat next to her bed, holding her hand carefully and drawing circles with your thumb, other times you sat in front of the bed, painfully watching her lying on the bed and talking to her, or reading her a book or just telling her how sorry you were for not being able to do anything for her. Max's limbs were in casts, her neck with a cervical collar, and her breathing connected to a machine. You got used to seeing her like that, but the first time you went to the hospital you almost collapsed in Steve's arms and the nurses had to give you a tranquilizer.
The first week Lucas and you took turns. One of you staying during the day and the other one staying during the night but at some point you got used to the disgusting smell of the hospital, to sitting in that uncomfortable chair for hours doing nothing but keep her company, to the nurses telling you that you should go home and the doctors trying to cheer on you. At some point it was harder to leave the hospital than go to it. Lucas didn't stop visiting Max, it was that you never left.
It was common for Steve to visit the hospital every day, approaching Max first and placing a kiss on her temple while caressing her hair. Then, he made sure that you had slept and that you had had breakfast and if not, he'd go to the cafeteria and buy something for you. He insisted every day on staying with Max and you going to shower, get some sleep in a bed and not in a chair, and change your clothes, but you refused every time. He packed a bag for you with some change of clothes, one of his hoodies, the book you were reading before all of this happened, and some snacks. He also brought you to the hospital a small pillow and a cozy blanket which were the only two things you used to help you sleep in the chair, because the bag was still packed in the corner of the room that Steve placed it. Steve was starting to get worried. He tried to talk to you but you didn't listen. There was only one person you would listen to.
The knock on the door made you blink and run your hands over your face to brighten you up. By the time it was, you assumed it was either Steve or Lucas, but you weren't expecting both of them. Much less with your dad.
"Steve! What a surprise!" Joyce opened the door to him, quickly encircling her arms around the boy. "Oh, but I'm afraid y/n is not home. She's at the hospital." Steve nodded. "I know, I came to see Hopper." Joyce's eyebrows furrowed. She asked no more questions and moved aside so Steve could go inside.
"The infamous Steve Harrington in my house." Hopper greeted him, not needing to move his eyes from the newspaper to know that it was Steve. "Y/n is not–"
"She's not here, I know. That's why I came." Hopper frowned and left the newspaper on the table, noticing Steve's worried look. Steve caught Jane and Will's attention, the two of them entered the living room, greeting Steve and sitting on the couch. Jonathan stopped working on his birdhouse to listen to the boy. "She doesn't leave the hospital. She's not okay. She's not eating, she's not sleeping, she's not showering. And I've tried to talk to her but she doesn't listen to me–" Hopper was ready to leave the moment Steve said that you weren't leaving the hospital. He never said anything about you spending your days there because your dad knew how much affected to you what happened to Max, but Hopper thought that you were taking care of yourself.
"I wanna go." Will stated.
"I wanna go too." Jane added.
"No, I'm going." Jonathan said.
"No, no, no. No one is coming but me and Harrington. Let's go."
"Hi, baby." Jim approached you and kissed your the top of your head. He didn't need much time to appreciate the redness in your eyes and the bags under them. You were partially curled up in the chair, probably trying to find a comfortable position to rest. "How are you doing?" You nodded to his question as Jim grabbed one of your hands and played with it while sitting on his ankles by your side so he could be at your height. Even though you nodded, it was pretty obvious that you weren't okay. He waited a few seconds. "Jane and Will miss you, they both ask for you all the time, and Jonathan too because he doesn't know how to handle them both without you. And Joyce–"You shook your head, you knew what he was trying to do. He waited again. "We need to go home." You shook your head, more determined this time, Jim nodded, closing his eyes and kissing your knuckles.
"I can't go home."
Hopper pressed his lips together.
"I don't want her to be alone. She can't be alone in here, if she wakes up, she's gonna be so scared–”
"She won't be alone, baby. Lucas will be here with her while you're gone, and then you can take turns like you used to do." Steve never heard Hopper talk in such a sweet tone before. You turned to look at the boy and Lucas nodded, reassuring you that Max was going to be fine. You let out a sigh and tears started rolling down your cheeks. Being by her side was the least you could do for her and now you couldn't even do that. "Hey, hey, no, no..." Hopper stood up and hugged your body against his, you resting your head in his belly as your tears wetted his shirt. Steve had to pinch the bridge of his nose to keep himself from crying, Lucas felt a lump forming in his throat. Your dad hugged your head closer to him. "You will come back, but you need to take care of yourself first, okay?" Hopper kneeled in front of you, holding your cheeks between his big hands and wiping your tears with his thumb.
"I might even let your boyfriend sleep over." You smiled softly. Hopper kissed your forehead and glanced at Steve. Your dad shook his head for him to approach you while Hopper went to take your things. "Hi, love." Steve kissed your cheek, you hummed in response. "He's letting me sleep over so we should go before he changes his mind." You showed him the little smile he was looking for. Steve helped you to stand up from the chair, holding both of your hands. "I wanna say goodbye." Steve followed your eyes and nodded.
You walked to the bed where Max was lying, your eyes getting glossy with tears again at the sight of your best friend. You took one of her immobile hands between yours. "I'm sorry, Max. I'm so sorry. I'll come back as soon as possible I promise." You leaned to kiss her forehead and caressed her hair with your free hand. Then, Lucas hugged you, rubbing your back and Steve wrapped one of his arms around your waist. Your dad carried your bag and opened the door for both of you.
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Lovestruck
Max Mayfield x fem!reader
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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!"
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~Surprise~ (Max Mayfield x fem!reader)
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Words cannot describe how much I adore that girl
Anyway here is something random cause the Stranger things brain rot is real ♡
Fem!reader x Max!fluff <3
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Your hair was plastered against your forehead with rain, your eyes being blurred with the droplets that rolled down your forehead. It wasn’t light rain either-the sound of it hitting the pavement and trees around you hammered in your ears as you walked down the street.
Your heart was pounding with excitement-you hadn’t seen Max in almost four days (far too long), and surprising her would be the most out of the ordinary thing you’d done in a while.
A dazed smile flickered onto your face as Max’s small home came into view. Not being able to wait any longer-you picked up speed, running towards the house.
You nearly slipped on the wet grass but you caught your fall with your hands grasping the banisters of the porch. Stabilising yourself, you slowed down, slowly making you way up the steps and towards the front door.
Your hand reached up and knocked on the door, awaiting any sound of movement in the house. After a few seconds, you heard footsteps coming towards the door. Your smile returned to your face-softer this time. However, it grew ten times as the door opened to reveal max.
She was standing there, hair all over the place, eyes dazed with sleep and in only a large shirt that hung loosely at her frame. She must have been in bed. At 5 pm. But oh well, she still looked lovely as always.
“My my love no need to get dressed up for me” you teased. Smirking as her eyes widened at the sight of you, her frown immediately snapping into a grin.
“Yeah well y’know-I figured I should impress my girl, show her how much I love her” she mockingly bragged. Leaning her body against her arm that rested next to you, a smug expression on her face.
“No need to impress me darling-I know you love me” you smirked back.
The two of you just stared at each other for a moment, just enjoying each other’s features. Her eyes trailed down slightly and chuckling.
“Did you enjoy the rain by chance?”
You looked down, noticing your shirt was completely stuck to your frame. You’re cheeks heated up slightly but you just replied, “yeah I did, how could you tell?”
She grinned, “alright come on I’ll get you some towels and stuff”
You jokingly frowned, “what? you don’t want a nice wet hug?”
“Can’t say I do doll-maybe later” she winked.
You rolled your eyes, breathing out a laugh. “Yeah yeah okay”
You shuffled into the house, shutting the door behind you. You followed max to the bathroom and watched as she shuffled around for towels.
“Aha!” She whipped around, “told ya! I can take care of you honey”
You smiled “never said you couldn’t my love”
She grinned and handed you the towel. You began to attempt to dry your hair. Max watching with a blissed smile.
You looked back at her, “you’re in a good mood huh?”
Max sighed, “well I wasn’t until you showed up”
You slightly frowned, “what happened? I mean I get I’m amazing and all but what about before? What was bothering you?”
Max hesitated, “was missing you I guess, hadn’t seen your smile of had your kisses in a few days-too damn long”
You let out a slight laugh, “alright well I’m here now, I was missing you too Max”
She turned slightly red, “uh yeah well y’know who wouldn’t? Wait no I mean thanks-thanks doll yeah”
You smirked, “of course love, uh do you have a shirt I can wear mines abut-wet”
“Yeah-yeah ofcourse hold on” Max walked past you and into her room, meanwhile you continued to dry your hair.
A moment later she returned, a black shirt in hand. You smiled, “thank you darling.”
She nodded with a tight lipped smile and left the room, shutting the door on her way out.
After you had changed, you walked out of the room, heading for max’s bedroom. You quietly slid open the door, only to see her sat up on the bed, the faint sound of Kate Bush floating in the air from her radio.
You smiled softly, as did she at the sight of you. She opened her arms, inviting you over to the bed. You obligated, settling between her legs and rapping your arms around her torso. You rested your head against her chest and listened to her steady heart beat. She in turn, rapped an arm around you and used her other hand to lace her fingers through your drying hair. You smiled against her at the feeling. Your breaths steadying.
After a minute or so, her voice spoke up, “this is lovely and all but I still haven’t gotten my kiss”
You sighed, “how could I forget”
You poked your head up and propped yourself up on your elbows and gave her a peck on the lips.
“Don’t go thinking that’s enough”
You chuckled, “alright alright”
You leaned back up and gave her a longer kiss. You could feel her smile against your skin and it caused you to smile too. Her hands wondered up to cup your cheeks, her thumbs gently massaging them.
You were very glad you decided to come over and so was Max.
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Die First
Max Mayfield x fem!Munson!reader
Warnings: cursing, st4vol2 spoilers (but also incorrect quoting so--), blood, vomiting, unbelievable amounts of angst (‘cause I like it for some reason), making out, happyish ending, reader has asthma
WC: 4.2k
Someone dies or someone gets hurt, but if one of us dies
I hope I die first, ‘cause I don’t wanna live without you
I don’t wanna ever learn how to fall asleep without you
Tell me what’s worse: losing you now or later
Maybe I can break the curse and I can be in love forever
If I die first
Max was cursed. You knew that. But if anyone was gonna die, you’d want it to be you. Max had already been through so much and she didn’t need to be scared that she was gonna end up like Chrissy or Fred or Patrick. It wasn’t fair to her. If she rose in the air and her fragile bones broke--
“Hey, Y/n.” Max’s voice cut through the dim ringing in your ears and you snapped your eyes open to look at her. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. A-are you?”
“I’m okay as someone hurtling towards a gruesome death can be.” Max shrugged. “You look like you’re gonna be sick, Y/n.”
“I’m okay, really.” You patted the seat next to you and Max sat by you. You started to reach a hand out to hold hers, but Lucas took the seat next to her, forcing you to retract your hand.
Max’s face broke into a smile as she looked over at Lucas, who smiled back.
“Max, are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Max smiled bigger as she looked at Lucas, making you feel like you were intruding. You silently got up and moved seats to sit by Robin, watching their exchange.
Robin looked between you and Max, then back again. She rested a gentle hand on your shoulder, “I know how it feels, Y/n.”
You startled, “I don’t know what you’re talking about?” You hadn’t meant it to come out as a question, but it was too late.
“The way you’re looking at Max, the forlorn expression on your face, how I know you wish you were Lucas right now… you like your best friend.”
“Wh-what? I do not!” You spluttered, red-faced.
Robin gave you a look. “I’ve made that face before. I’ve felt the same way.”
“Don’t diagnose my feelings, Robin. You don’t know what you’re talking about,” You pushed her hand off your shoulder. “I don’t like Max like that. I would know if I did.”
Robin looked down, hurt. “I’m not trying to tell you that you like her, Y/n.”
“Yeah? Well, stop. Stop whatever you’re doing. I’m not about to end up in Pennhurst because of your bullshit explanation.”
“Why would you end up in Pennhurst?”
“Because you’re freaking crazy, Robin. You can’t just yell out in an RV that I like Max. Someone will think I’m psychotic and they’ll send me away.”
Robin scoffed. “It’s an easy secret to keep, Y/n.” She folded her arms across her chest. “And there’s always a chance that this won’t work, so you’d better tell her.”
“Wait, you- you think this won’t work? You think that we won’t be able to save Max and Hawkins?”
“No, no, I didn’t say that.”
“Yes, you did! You think Max is gonna die, that we’re gonna lose, that Vecna’s gonna take over the world--” You began hyperventilating.
Max looked up, hearing your loud breathing.
“Y/n!” Max moved quickly, grabbing your inhaler and placing it between your lips. “On three, okay? One, two, three.” She pressed the trigger on three and you inhaled the medicine. “Are you okay?”
You looked up at her, the sunlight haloing her head and glowing gorgeously across her face.
“Y/n?”
“Oh, yeah. Thanks, Max.” You avoided her eyes, choosing instead to look at Robin, who gave you a knowing look.
Max slid into the seat across from you. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Thank you,” You continued avoiding her gaze, focusing on Lucas behind her. “You should get back to Lucas.”
Max frowned, “Uh, okay.” She slid out of the bench seat and went back to Lucas.
Robin opened her mouth to speak, but you cut her off. “Shut up.”
She grinned. “I wasn’t going to say anything. But you should tell her, Y/n.”
“No, I can’t. When we kill Vecna, she’ll avoid me. She’ll hate me, and if you couldn’t tell, Lucas is trying to get up the courage to ask her out again. Trust me, I know what I’m doing.”
“You’re suppressing your feelings--”
“Robin!” Steve called from the front. “Stop harassing a kid and get your shit together. Max, Lucas, Y/n, Erica, this is your stop.”
The four of you gathered the lanterns and pads of paper and moved toward the door. Steve caught your arm as you went out the door. “Good luck.”
You furrowed your eyebrows and shook your wrist out of his grip, turning to receive Eddie’s worried look.
“We’ll be fine.”
“Yeah, I know. Just be careful, okay?”
Your brother’s worry scared you, and you nodded. “Okay.”
You stomped down the steps of the Winnebago and Lucas shut the door behind you. Max pulled her headphones over her ears again and clicked play on the tape. You gave her a worried glance, which she ignored. Erica went up the steps of the Creel House as Steve pulled away from the curb. Twisting the knob, you pushed the door open and clicked your lantern on.
Oh my God, I’m so scared.
Max was looking around the attic when she was intercepted by Erica, who already had you and Lucas in tow. Erica held up the pad of paper. “I found him.” Max read off the sheet, then nodded and followed the three of you to the living room, where Erica’s lantern glowed bright and subdued shades of blue.
Erica deposited the three of you in the living room and then crossed the street to call Steve, Robin, and Nancy.
The awkwardness and tension in the air were almost palpable. Lucas shot Max a smile, who then scribbled something down on her pad of paper.
“Hi,”
“Hi,” Lucas returned, shielding his paper from you.
“I’m glad you’re here.”
“Me, too.” Lucas wrote, adding a smiley face. And, after a moment’s hesitation: “Movies on Friday?”
Max grinned and began to write something, hiding her pad when Lucas leaned over to look. When she showed him, you saw that she had drawn two stick figures holding hands, and immediately felt sick to your stomach. The three lanterns on the table suddenly went dim. Shit. Max stood, retrieving her shoes and tying the laces. You and Lucas got your lanterns and followed Max up the stairs in socked feet.
Max stood in the center of the attic, lantern shining brightly on a crate in front of her. “Come and get me, asshole. I’m right here. No music this time.” Max set her cassette player on the crate beside the lantern to prove her point. Then she sat on the floor and began to speak. She spoke of Billy, of how she was glad she wasn’t dead but at the same time wished she was, how she was happy that Billy was dead. That’s when her eyes rolled back in her head and Lucas dove to her side. You ran to the window and were flashing your flashlight toward the playground when you heard a loud thudding behind you-- someone was coming up the stairs.
Jason’s blond hair became visible first, then his bloodshot and tired eyes, green letterman jacket, and finally, the shiny, silvery steel of a revolver. You felt bile rising in your throat and swallowed hard.
“Sinclair,” Jason said, diverting Lucas’ attention from Max. “What are you doing? Wake her up.”
“Jason, I can’t.” Lucas stood, shocked, and moved away from Max.
“Why not? Is this another devil, cult thing? I said to wake her up!” Jason raised the gun and trained it on Lucas, loading the chamber with a click of his thumb.
“No, Jason, don’t!” You stepped out of the shadows. “You don’t understand, this has to happen.”
“Another Munson. I should’ve known.” Jason sneered, then turned his gun on you. “Why does it have to happen, freak? So you can open a gate for Satan?”
“We’re not devil spawn, Jason,” You scoffed, then realized how poor a decision it was to antagonize a person with a gun, let alone someone who seemed willing to use it on you. “Just… we can’t wake her up, but we’re not killing her.”
Jason let out a brutal laugh, then got down beside Max, making sure to keep his gun pointed at you. “Hey, wake up.” Jason shook Max’s shoulder lightly, attempting to wake her up from the trance. “Wake up!” You could tell that if he couldn’t wake her up, Jason would do anything in his power to force you to bring her out of it, including threatening you at gunpoint or possibly shooting you.
Jason stood and pointed his gun at Lucas again. “Wake her up, Sinclair.”
“We already told you, we can’t!” You shouted, trying to pull Jason’s focus away from Lucas. “Please, Jason, you have to trust us.”
“I can’t trust you if your cult killed Chrissy and Patrick. Especially if you’re planning to kill this girl.”
“We’re not,” Your voice broke and you could feel tears wanting to well up in your eyes, but you forced them away. “I would die for Max, I-I never want to lose her. Honestly, I hope I die first because I don’t wanna live without her.”
“Then wake. Her. Up.” Jason menacingly shook the gun at you and then Lucas let out a primal cry and tackled Jason. Their bodies collided with the crates, spilling the contents to the floor. The gun fell out of his hand and skittered across the floor, the shine lost in the darkness of the attic. Lucas punched Jason in the side and Jason returned a punch to Lucas’ face.
“Shit, shit, shit!”
The walkie crackled with static and you heard the front door slam, feet pounding up the stairs.
The doorknob rattled and Erica yelled, “Let me in!”
You attempted to get around the boys, but Jason’s arm rocketed out and tripped you. You fell and broke your chin and, to your horror, the cassette player on the splintering wood.
“Son of a bitch!” Bile again rose in your throat, forcing its way out of your mouth. You held back a cry of anguish. Blood and vomit leaked down your chin and stained the collar of your shirt. With a loud crack of glass breaking, the room went quiet. You spun, expecting Jason, but Lucas was keeled over, hands on his knees, panting heavily. He looked from Jason to you, to the broken player on the ground, then to Max, whose legs were uncrossing themselves as she rose into the air.
“No!” Lucas yelled, standing under her and reaching for her feet. Too late, Max’s eyes went almost white. She convulsed and then her limbs went taught, the bones in her arms and legs pressing against her skin harshly before snapping loudly.
You let out a dry sob and Max fell into Lucas’ arms, who was sobbing freely. You knelt by them and brushed Max’s hair out of her face, tears springing to your eyes. “Shit, Max, no!”
“L-Lucas? Y/n? I-I can’t see, I’m scared… I’m not ready to die, I don’t want to die!” Max’s eyes were white, thick drops of blood dripping down her cheeks.
“You won’t, Max, okay? You’re gonna be fine, I promise, I swear on God that you’re gonna be just fine,” You reassured, despite the sobs building up in the back of your throat. A sense of helplessness was beginning to overtake your body, starting in the pit of your stomach and rising to your head, echoing in your skull.
“Stay with me, Max, stay with me!” Lucas cupped Max’s cheek as he sobbed, brushing his tears off her pale face.
Max’s breathing began to slow to a painful pace and she heaved once, blood splattering her lips and chin, then stopped altogether. You and Lucas watched in agony as her eyes fell closed, hiding the white irises from you.
The ground split open, dark red light spilling from the fissure, and you helped Lucas pull Max away before following the fissure’s progress. It ripped through the attic floor towards Jason, who lay partially conscious near the bay window. He let out a pained moan as it tore through him, killing him almost instantly and disintegrating him, forcing you to turn away from Max and throw up on the floor. Your breathing increased in pace as you watched Lucas attempt to wake Max, as the dreadful realization settled on you- Max was dead. They hadn’t stopped Vecna. Robin had been right, and you still hadn’t told Max your true feelings for her. The door finally opened and Erica stopped cold at the sight of Max.
“Erica, call 911!” You yelped, nearly choking on the lack of air. “Hurry!”
Erica turned and rushed down the stairs, footsteps thudding loudly against the horrible backdrop of silence, save for your ragged breathing.
“Erica, help!” Lucas called in an earth-shattering voice, which caused you to sob against your better judgment, which knew you were having an asthma attack- but you’d left your inhaler on the RV, which was parked at your trailer. You gasped and clutched your throat, trying to avoid looking at Max or Lucas.
“Sh-shit,” You coughed, and then you could hear the sirens. Erica had called emergency services and they were close. Max let out a small gasp for air and you swiveled to her, still gasping. Lucas startled at the outburst and gently grabbed her wrist, checking for a pulse. You locked eyes with him and he gave a slight nod. However faint Max’s heartbeat was, it was there. Max was alive. It was impossible, unthinkable, you knew you had to be dreaming, but you thanked God nonetheless for the development and smiled softly, still hacking out breaths.
The EMTs rushed up the stairs, closely followed by Erica, and immediately transferred Max to a stretcher. They carried Max to the ambulance and attended to you and Lucas quickly. They put antiseptic on Lucas’ face and gave you a quick dose of albuterol before flipping the sirens and lights on then driving off, leaving you, Lucas, and Erica on the sidewalk in front of the Creel House.
Lucas held his sister close, the pair of them shell-shocked. You went back upstairs, ignoring the red rip in the floors and ceilings. Retrieving the walkie, you called Steve.
“Steve?” You choked out, noticing the dark stain of blood on the ground. “Robin, Nancy? We kind of have an emergency here.”
The walkie screeched once and then Steve’s voice came through. “I know. We’re going back through the gate now. Be there soon.” Then, nothing. Radio silence from the older teens. You went back downstairs after collecting the pieces of Max’s player.
You sat on the curb next to Lucas and Erica, “They’re on the way. I don’t know anything else.” You whispered. “I have a feeling that something really bad happened.” You coughed, hiding a sob. “And, Lucas, Max is gonna be fine, okay? She’s alive, and that’s better than--” You stopped short as car lights turned on across the street and someone wearing a Hawkins High letterman jacket got out of the car.
Hands deep in his pockets, Andy crossed the street and stood in front of you three.
“Where’s Jason?” His voice was deep as if he was keeping himself from crying.
You looked up at him, suddenly sympathetic, understanding of Jason’s motives. “He didn’t make it. I-I’m sorry.”
Andy’s eyes shot from his shoes to your eyes. “You’re lying. What did you do to him?!”
“I didn’t do anything,” You replied, somewhat calmly. “I’m sorry, Andy. Go home.”
For a moment, he looked like he wanted to punch you. Then he turned around, went back to Jason’s car, and got in the passenger side. You looked away as he started to cry, partially out of embarrassment and partially out of sympathy. Headlights glowed down the road and you turned to see the Winnebago turning the corner. You forced yourself to your feet, then pulled Lucas and Erica to their feet.
Steve parked the RV on the side of the road and killed the engine, to your surprise. The door swung open and you waited until everyone was out of the RV, but you only counted four pairs of feet, not five like you expected. Swinging your head up, you noticed who was missing. Where the hell was Eddie?
Steve’s eyes connected with yours, brimming with tears and sympathy. “Y/n…” He held out his arms and you rushed towards him.
“Where’s Eddie?” You held back tears, just as everyone else did. “Steve. Where’s my brother?”
“Where’s Max?” You heard Nancy ask Lucas.
“Sh-she’s at the hospital,”
“You might need this.” Steve opened his hand to you and you took your inhaler from his hand. “Y/n, I’m so sorry.”
“No, Steve,” A sob pushed its way out of your throat. “Don’t lie to me, it’s not a joke. Where’s Eddie?”
Steve shook his head and a tear traced its way down his cheek.
“No--no, you’re lying! You’re lying!” Air whistled through your lungs and you pulled the trigger on the inhaler, the medicine uselessly escaping into the air.
Steve lunged for the inhaler and snatched the inhaler out of your grip, despite your protest, and forced it between your lips. He pressed the trigger, forcing you to breathe properly, and hugged you tightly.
You pushed uselessly at his chest, “No, get off. You lied to me, I hate you, I hate you.” Tears streamed in an unbroken river down your cheeks, staining your’s and Steve’s shirts.
You could feel Steve’s tears wetting your hair. “I’m sorry, Y/n, I’m so sorry.” He comfortingly rubbed your back and you clutched at his jacket, clenching it tightly in your fist. When you finally pulled away, your fingers were stiff and you were sure that your face was tear-stained and red.
“Did you at least bring him back?” You watched for any sign that they had, an imperceptible nod of some sort, but Steve shook his head, forlorn. “You left him in the Upside Down?!” You shoved Steve backward. “You left him in that nightmare? What the hell’s wrong with you?!” You punched Steve’s chest multiple times until he grabbed your wrists and pulled you close again. “You bastard! You’re useless, I can’t trust you to do anything! Eddie trusted you to kill Vecna and you couldn’t even do that, he died and you failed!” The venom in your words stung, you knew, but you couldn’t stop, despite the guilt. “You failed and Max died, you goddamn bastard!” Your voice rose, words contorting into knife-sharp shapes as you continued to yell obscenities at the poor boy. “Asshole!”
A rough hand covered your mouth, forcing you to stop yelling. “Jesus Christ, Y/n. I know, you’re mad. I’d be upset, too. But that doesn’t give you license to swear at me on the sidewalk. Eddie was my friend. I’m just as mad as you are.”
“I-I’m not mad! I’m hurt and it’s not fair that you left Eddie there, in the Upside Down, all by himself.”
“What was I supposed to do? Leave Dustin there with his body?!”
“No! But you can’t leave by himself, he hates being alone, Steve. It’s not fair.” You took a deep breath and stopped crying. In a softer voice, you said, “You could have brought him back, at least.”
Six months later
Max’s breathing was steady, and her heart rate was stable. As far as you knew, she was going to wake up within the next year or so. Some coma patients could hear when they were unconscious, but the doctors didn’t know if Max could, so they assumed she couldn’t. That’s what they had told you, that she couldn’t hear. The whole town thought that Eddie had hurt her, had nearly killed her, but they knew that Eddie was dead. They assumed because of the “earthquake.” Lucas had stopped visiting Max after the first month and you had taken his place. You didn’t read to her or tell her about your day, you just sat by her side and wished you could hold her hand. The cast was no longer around her arm, but if anyone saw you…
Oh, screw it. You picked up Max’s hand. Her skin was warm and the weight of her hand in yours felt nice, but you didn’t know what Max would say if she were awake and you took her hand in yours. Then, the slightest bit of pressure on your hand. It wasn’t just the warmth and weight of Max’s hand, you realized. Max exhaled sharply and your eyes travelled up to hers. Her blue eyes glistened, and God, was she pretty, even under the harsh hospital lights.
“Y/n?” Max’s voice cracked, almost like a walkie-talkie. It was the first time she’d said anything in six months, so the words must’ve hurt to say, must’ve scratched her throat on the way out.
“Yeah, Max, it’s me,” You made to take your hand from hers’ covertly, but Max threaded your fingers together and squeezed your hand. “How you feeling?” You turned your head away from hers’ in an attempt to hide your blush.
“I’ve been… better,” Max smiled. “Y/n, l-look at me.”
You obeyed, turning your head to face her again. Her red hair seemed firey, her eyes alight. “I swear to God, you’re a goddess.”
Max’s mouth dropped open. “What?”
“Shit.” You dropped your eyes to the bed, “I’m sorry.”
“If you meant it, I’ll take it as a compliment.”
You blushed. “No, I mean, yeah, I did mean it, but I meant I’m sorry that we didn’t… save you. We tried, really, but I crushed your tape player. I’m so sorry, Max, I know it was probably awful.”
Max scooted over and patted the bed beside her. “It’s okay.”
You shifted into the bed beside her, trying not to sit on the IV or the medicine drip that was tucked into her arm. “Doesn’t make me any less sorry.”
Max squeezed your hand again. “What does this mean?” She raised your interlocked hands.
“I think you think it means something different than me,” You mumbled, looking down.
“I know what you think it means,” Max tucked a hand under your chin and turned your head to her again. “And I like you, too.”
You reddened. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about--” And then her lips were on yours. Shocked, you pulled away. “But what about Lucas? You and him--”
Max put a finger against your lips. “Being in a coma gave me lots of time to reflect, Y/n.” Max grinned, “And I know now that I had wanted to go on that date with you.”
“With me?” This was unbelievable. The Max Mayfield wanted to go out with Y/n “The Freak” Munson?
“Only if you want to,” Max suddenly seemed smaller, more fragile, and she looked away. “Sorry.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.
“No, no, Max, I do want to go out with you, I was just surprised. I didn’t think you liked me like that.”
“I didn’t know until I heard Robin talking in the RV. The day that I… died.” You winced, but she continued, “And I was so confused. I thought I was just feeling normal best friend feelings for you, but then I remembered I never felt that way with El… Y/n, I love you.”
Your body propelled you forward, into her lips. She sat for a second, then she kissed you back.
Melting into the kiss, you pushed everything you felt for her into your lips as her tongue swiped along your bottom lip. Parting your lips, you felt her tongue on yours and-- the heart monitor went off, indicating that Max’s heart rate was above 90 bpm. You pulled away, grinning, and reached for her wrist.
“Feeling okay there, Max?” You could feel her pulse pounding, you knew it was going as fast as yours.
“Yeah, I-I’m okay,”
“And, for the record, I love you, too,” You were leaning in to kiss her again when the door flew open. In the doorway stood a dark figure. The person had dark, bloodshot eyes and a pained expression on their face. They stepped into Max’s room and grinned, showing bloodstained teeth. You took them in for a moment, then you flew to their side.
“Oh my God, Eddie!” Hugging him tightly, you could smell blood on his clothes, and in his hair, and the air suddenly wasn’t enough for your lungs. “Je-Jesus Christ, you’re alive!” You coughed, and then Eddie was leading you over to the chair you’d been sitting in and rooting through your bag for your inhaler. He triggered it for you because you refused to let go of him.
“Yeah, kind of,” Eddie rubbed your back comfortingly. “Hey, Red.”
“Hi,” Max’s voice was soft, her face red. “You didn’t--”
“See you guys kissing? No, no way.”
Your face heated up, “I hate you.”
“You were just saying how happy you were that I was alive.” Eddie kissed the top of your head.
“And I am, but I can still hate you. Don’t tell anyone, okay?”
“I won’t. I can’t stick around long, anyway.”
“What? Why not?”
“He knows I’m gone and he’ll assume that I went to warn you about his plan.”
“What? Who--”
“He, as in Vecna?” Max’s face was dark, her stony expression practically unreadable.
“Yeah.”
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Hi! Can I request a scarletwitch! Reader x max mayfield inspired by the song my girlfriend is a witch <333
I gotchu <3
Max Mayfield x fem!reader
You tripped over the bleachers, your school books going flying. Throwing out your hands, you flicked your fingers and caught the diorama before it hit the ground.
"Holy shit," You heard from behind you. "How the hell is that floating?!"
You gathered your things into a neat pile and turned to face the person. A gorgeous redhead stood behind you, staring at you with a terrified expression marring her features.
"Please don't say anything, I can't have anyone knowing or I'd end up back in the lab!" You leaned down to sit on the bench and shove your books into your bag. "Please, forget you saw it. I'll do anything!"
Max reached out to you, taking the diorama from your arms. "It's okay, I won't say a word. But, uh, do you want to eat lunch with me and my friends?"
"Sure," You were hesitant, to say the least, but Max had your back. You coasted through lunch successfully and came out the other side with five new friends: Lucas, Dustin, Mike, Will, and Eleven.
You don't remember falling in love with Maxine Mayfield, it just kind of happened. But when you realized, were you ever surprised. But not really, because Max is the best, most amazing person you'd ever met.
Reaching out to her was even harder. You were suddenly conscious of every touch between the two of you. Max noticed the shift in your behavior and tried to comfort you, but you pulled away more.
"Y/n!" Max pounded on your front door as you hid in your room. "Y/n, open the door! I know you're home!"
"Go away, Max!" You yelled, head buried under a pillow.
"No!" Max yelled back, climbing up the lattice to your window. "Open up! I might fall!"
You shot up at this, flicking your hand at the window and using your powers to bring her inside. You dropped her gently on the ground and jumped off your bed, running to her side.
"Are you okay, Max, are you hurt, baby--" You had been cupping her cheeks, tilting her head side to side when you fucked up. Your hands raced back to your mouth. "Shit."
Max's eyes widened. "What did you call me?"
"Nothing," Your muffled response wasn't enough for Max, though, because she leaned forward and pried your hands away from your face. "I called you baby." Your mortified whisper slipped out of your mouth unbidden.
"Is that why you've been so distant? Why you've been ignoring me and pulling away?" Max stopped pacing and stared at you. "You have a crush on me?"
"Of course I do! You're gorgeous and you're so damn nice and you care about me all the time and that's not fair! How can you be so amazing?"
"I'm not that amazing," Max murmured, kneeling by you and taking your hands in her own. "But you, you are. You're a thing to behold and I shouldn't be able to look upon you, because you, honey, are absolutely perfect. I wasn't planning on asking you this, maybe ever, but do you want to go out with me? Will you be my girlfriend?"
A smile split across your face, your eyes filling with love. "Of course I will. I would love to."
Max got up and crossed to the window, leaning out it.
"Max, what're you doing--"
"My girlfriend is a witch!" Max screamed out the window. She then walked back to you and helped you up. "That's something I've always wanted to yell, even if I didn't have a girlfriend. It's my favorite song."
"Mine, too, Max, baby," You smiled, leaning in and kissing her cheek.
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what difference does it make (2) ♡ max mayfield
♡ [she tried to apologise, but you can’t be friends again]
warnings: angst, panic attacks
♡ max mayfield x fem!reader (she/her)
♡ part 1 part 3
she was ignoring you for two months. she even started distancing herself from everyone else. ‘what was happening?’ you somehow thought it was all your fault and now everyone else has to deal with this too.
two weeks came by and you were still crying every night, thinking about a stupid redhead breaking your heart all over again. ‘i don’t want this! i don’t want you…’ you also remembered when you saw her talking with lucas. jealousy instantly rising in every part of your body. ‘does she love him?’
“this is so stupid… why do i have to feel like this?” you whispered, sweating from your constant panic attacks.
next day you were unsurprisingly having another panic attack but this time in the school's bathroom. you couldn’t breathe properly and this darkened place wasn’t really helping it. you didn’t notice her at first, until you turned to leave…
she was standing there, looking at you with no emotion written on her face. internally she was so worried, but you obviously couldn’t tell.
once again you were trying to catch your breath, your heart breaking more and more with every second you looked at her.
“are you okay?” she internally face palmed and almost laughed at how pathetic that sounded. she took off her headphones, turning off what you assumed was kate bush.
“sorry, stupid question.” she apologised and started thinking of how she could help you in this situation. she never really witnessed you in this state. max knew that your everyday’s happy face was just a mask but still, your pained expression broke her heart.
“i’ll just leave.” you mumbled as you grabbed your things and made your way out of the bathroom. but she stopped you with a soft touch of her fingers on your wrist. she knew you were this miserable because of her. she couldn’t wait anymore, she had to apologise now
“i’m sorry. i don’t know how to say this but i really am and i don’t know what to do now. you know i’m not good at this.”
“but that’s the point, maxine. do i really know you? i also didn’t think you would hate me so much because of a stupid question. ” your voice rising with each word.
“y/n, can’t we be friends again?” she sighed, every hope in her mind slowly disappearing.
“i don’t think i can be ‘just your friend’, i’m sorry.” you whispered as you were pushing the door open, “and by the way, congrats. you have a boyfriend again.”
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Forbidden Fruit - Dating Jonathan Byers' sister
Steve Harrington x Reader -Part Two
☆彡- Word Count: 4K
☆彡- Warning: 18+
Female orgasm, female oral sex. Kissing, skin grabbing. Slight dirty talk, fluff. Angst, tension. Male aggression.
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You arrived at the party late, your dress blew against the wind causing you to shiver from the chill. Raising your hand up to knock on the door before realising that it was open, you push it gently and it swung against the wall.
People were clutching onto red plastic cups, talking energetically with others against walls, doors and corners of Steve's house. As you turned into the living room, more people had taken the black leather sofas and were engaged in conversation with no other than.
''Steve!'' this drunk girl stumbled over to him, spilling her drink all over the cream carpet. Her arm fell over his shoulder as she talked loudly into his ear, she was mumbling about how he never called her back when his eyes met yours.
He smiled as she continued to talk to him, his eyes never leaving yours. You were hovering behind the sofa, blushing red as he whispered into her she shot him an offended look and began walking in your direction.
Looking down at your feet as his body stood in front of you.
"You came! I didn't think that you would. Let's get you a drink." He smirked, his words were enthusiastic. The cup in his hand was empty as he waved it around in front of you.
His arm raised above you as he pointed towards the kitchen, watching as you walked together. His cup was crumpled between his fingers as he bit his lip, the sight of you made him shiver. Your black dress reached just below your lower legs, the same one that you wore the other night. Your fishnets shone in the multi coloured lights, your hair was swinging as you walked.
The kitchen table was covered with alcohol bottles and plastic bottles filled with mixers, next to the table there were buckets of ice and plastic cups. He picked one out for you and passed it to you. Your eyes were filled with innocence as you looked up at him, hesitant to touch any of the drinks in front of you.
"Here, let me pour you one" his body pushed against yours as he moved in front of you, he poured you a weak vodka and coca cola. Smiling to you before passing it to you.
He looked good, the kitchen light was hitting his oiled hair. His skirt was a silky grey, his blue jeans were covered slightly by the shirt. You had never seen him wear anything so fancy.
He led through to the living room, the group he was with before had scattered. Leaving you on the couch, he threw himself down onto it dramatically, making you laugh. He laughed with you as you sat down next to him more gracefully. His arm was resting on the back of the sofa, drinking a fresh drink as he peered at you. Watching your expressions changed as you tasted the liquid in the cup, coughing at the strength. You were not a drinker, you could taste the vodka through the coca cola. He laughed softly, trying to hide his amusement in his cup but you noticed, shooting him a scowl.
You sat there listening to the faint music behind you, staring ahead as he moved closer to you. Feeling nervous by his presence, you bit down hard onto the plastic rim as you looked at him. His features were pretty, you could see his long eyelashes as he blinked. His breath smelt strongly of alcohol making you grimace slightly.
“You don’t have to drink it you know?’’ he smirked, leaning closer to you. You could tell that he was slightly tipsy, the way his lip curled as he smirked. His eyes were glassed over as he stared at you.
“I know, I might just sip on it. Ahah” you laughed uneasily, your free hand was holding onto a blunt in your pocket.
Bringing it out into the light, you twirled it between your fingers looking down at it as it moved. Steve’s eyes lit up at the sight of it in your lap, his tongue wagging like a puppy.
“Wanna smoke?” your voice was relaxed and soft as you met his eyes. A smirk fought your lips as he stood up at once, nodding rapidly.
He was out the room before you were, waiting for you on the stairs. Nervously, you followed behind him as he rushed upstairs. Going into Steve Harrington’s bedroom alone made your stomach flip, you wondered how many other girls had stood where you stood. He rearranged his bed covers, patting a seat next to him for you.
Nervously you walked across the room towards him, the blunt getting warmer and warmer in the palm of your hand. Sitting down next to him, trying to avoid the tingling sensation in your knee as it hit against his. He was grinning like a teenage boy as you straightened the blunt out in your hand, passing you a lighter eagerly watching you light it.
You passed it between each other for a while, until the nervous sober tension had disappeared. Falling onto his bed, your eyes focusing on the ceiling. He glanced at you before following, making you giggle as his weight lifted you up slightly. Your faces inches apart as the smoke drifted between you, a smile plastered on both your faces.
Between the silence and the faint music downstairs, you edged yourself closer to his face. His freckles were visible to your eyes, tracing them with your fingers. His fingers made their way to the bare skin on your shoulder, repeating your movement as his eyes drifted off your skin to meet your eyes. They were soft, the lighting in the room reflected them making you shiver, he looked beautiful in the golden hues of his room.
You felt lost in his eyes as you felt him move his head closer to yours, gasping quietly as his lips finally met yours. Relaxing into the kiss, your eyes closing tightly as his hand stroked your cheek. You felt nervous that you weren’t kissing right but as his lips touched yours once more, you couldn’t help yourself but attempt to kiss back.
As your body began to move closer to his, light moans escaping his mouth as you kissed. Neither of you two heard the noise and commotion downstairs, too busy transfixed on each other to notice until Steve’s bedroom door burst open. Jolting apart in a high and tipsy state to face Jonathan, his eyes angrily moving between you and Steve.
You jumped up at once, grabbing your jacket that was draping off your shoulders. Suddenly feeling much smaller than you were five minutes ago, you stared between Steve and Jonathan watching as he reached for Steve. Squealing in shock, you listened to Jonathan’s anger as he grabbed Steve by the scruff of his t-shirt. Face to face with each other, daggers in their eyes.
“I fucking told you to stay away from my sister.” his breath was hot against Steve’s face as his words pierced through his ears. Staring at him in shock, still high from the blunt you shared.
He stared at him for a few moments before dropping him dramatically, striding towards you and seizing your arm with his hand tightly. Forcing you out his room, your eye met Steve’s as you left the door. They were filled with sadness and regret as he stood there paralysed with lust and shock.
The car journey was tedious, he stared ahead at the road. The stereo playing softly in the background as he sped through the traffic, his knuckles were white against the leather as his teeth gritted together. Your legs were pressed against the side of the door, your arms folded tightly as you watched the cars fly by.
Neither muttering a word, sadness and anger filled the air. You witnessed his slight glances in the window as he looked softly at you but his angry expression resumed as he focused on the road.
Once arriving at home, you walked in silence inside the house. Feeling nervous to speak in case he raised his voice, you had never seen him act that way until tonight. It frightened you.
He didn’t follow you as you rushed towards your bedroom, jumping under the covers of your double bed. Switching on your golden fairy lights that hung above your headboard, a copy of Pride and prejudice sat crumpled on your bed table. You picked it up and began reading, wanting to get lost in a fictional world rather than face reality.
Jonathan didn’t leave his bedroom for days, you pattered across the hallway between chapters. Dreaming of a romance like those in the romantic novels you got lost in, sighing as you hovered outside the door of his room. The smell of weed filtered out through the house, your mom Joyce had reassured you that he would speak to you soon. She sat at the kitchen table with you as you cried, deciding to tell her about Steve. You noticed as her eyes met Hopper's, who shrugged, tipping his sheriff's hat at you and kissing Joyce softly before leaving the house. He was never good at ‘girlie’ advice as he called it but he tried with El.
You unravelled your feelings into the hot choco mug on the kitchen table, your mom rubbing your back softly as you felt yourself melt. Pausing as you heard a bedroom door open in the hallway, listening to the soft footsteps and relaxing as El and Max joined the table. Smiling at them through the tears, her hand touched yours. Max made a joke about Steve making you laugh, wiping your wet stained cheeks. Joyce’s laughter echoed in your ear as both of your hands held El and her hand’s tightly, laughing together around the table released some of your pain.
As you begin to feel better, listening to Max’s silly stories and EL jumping in to add her own references. Jonathan echoed across the room, his door was open as you stared at the entranceway, meeting your eyes with Steve. Your breath became hitched, your chest tightened as you smiled at you. He still looked sad, but as he clutched his side you knew that he wasn’t here for a social call. Your eyes drifted towards the car outside, a blonde girl was applying lipstick in his car.
Gasping to yourself, you rose suddenly. Your eyes filled with tears as you didn’t bother to watch him leave before rushing towards your bedroom, collapsing heavily onto your bed in tears. None of the girls followed you, they assumed that you wanted space. You heard Max’s voice bounce across the walls towards Steve, anger filled her voice.
“Just leave Steve, she’s not coming out” she spat towards him. Joyce stared down at her coffee mug, not wanting to get involved. El sent daggers his way as he glumily left the house.
You sighed at the sound of the front door shutting, your thoughts filled your mind. Wondering why you believed that he was different, Jonathan was right and as you sunk further into the bed your mind pictured Steve last night.
The way his eyes looked as he stared into your eyes, the light flickering spots of brown and the feeling of his lips on yours. Your breathing becomes heavier as your tears streamed faster, every time you close your eyes. He would be looking at you, his soft glances. Replayed where you sat in his car as he kissed you, the sound of the rain made you shiver as you picked yourself up. Climbing back into bed, your book falling onto your stomach as you buried deeper underneath the covers.
Your brief times with him replayed in your mind as you knew that they wouldn’t be the same anymore.
You slept for the rest of the weekend, only waking up to eat and read. Footsteps come and go in the hallway, you imagine Steve as he pauses at your bedroom before walking into Jonathan’s room. You wonder if they talk about you but then realise that you are a touchy subject and your heart sinks deeper into your chest.
Monday morning, the chillness in the air reflects your feelings as you sit in the back of Jonathan’s car. Watching the scenery flyby, his eyes glance towards you through the rear-view mirror, your eyes don’t meet his. You leave without saying goodbye, as you walk across the courtyard, you hear Steve’s voice behind trying to refrain from looking in his direction.
You can’t help but let your eyes follow the voice, his hair was slicked back with gel. He was wearing his Family Video uniform, Robin was rushing to catch up with Nancy as his eyes met you. Everyone disappeared, he still looked sad but they softened as he looked at you. You were standing in the middle of the courtyard as the school bell rang, frozen in time as you followed his movements.
He came quickly across the grass, his hands were suddenly grasping your face as his lips met yours. Both of your eyes tightly shut as you passionately kissed him, you felt you were dreaming as his arms hooked under your ass and he lifted you up.
You kissed him until your lips grew sore, the contact wasn’t long enough as he placed you back down on the concrete. Shock and lust raced through your veins as you got familiar with your surroundings again, the sun highlighting his brown eyes as he looked at you. That mesmerising smile twinkled at you as you felt yourself laugh but as he kissed you once more, the sadness creeped back into your body as you realised that this shouldn’t have happened.
Pushing him away, you turned towards the school. Running through the doors, his eyes followed you as you disappeared into the cool and dark hallway. His lips tingle from touching yours, his eyes resummed with a sad look as he walked towards his car. His heart sank into his chest as he drove to work, the idea of you never leaving his mind. In his mind, he beat himself up for kissing you but never regretting it for a second.
You spent the day thinking about his lips, the colour of his eyes and how relaxed you felt around him. Hardly paying attention to your classes as you doodled in your notebooks, pushing your food around your plate as you sat through lunch in your thoughts. Your friends tried to get through to you with no luck, they didn’t know about Steve. How your heart ached for the one your brother hated, the one he warned about, the one who kissed you like he would break if he didn’t.
As soon as the day finished, you were back in Jonathan’s car. Drifting off into your thoughts, you saw Steve parked waiting for Robin. His eyes followed the car as it drove out of the car park, Jonathan muttered to himself as he glanced at you. He knew that Steve was looking at you. And he knew there was nothing he could do.
Jonathan went straight to his room once you arrived home, you followed suit. Diving into your bed and escaping into your book, you read for a few hours even as the rain began to pour hitting your window noisily. The candles in your room flickered against the fairy lights above your bed, you were interrupted by a faint knock on your door. Sighing, you called for them to enter rolling onto your back as you held the book over your face.
He stood awkwardly in your room, twirling a blunt in his hand as he cleared his throat. Jonathan looked sheepishly at you, waiting for you to place the book down. He smiled at you, you moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Blinking at him with curiosity, listening to his voice as he began to speak.
“Look, I’m sorry for how I reacted on Friday. I got told that Steve was fucking you or something and my anger drove me. I love you, I just want you to get what you deserve and if you think that’s Steve then I can’t stop you. I don’t approve of Steve but you are your own person. I can’t protect you forever” he was rambling with nerves, laughing lightly to cease his nerves.
“Thank you for apologising to me, I wish I didn’t like him. But I can’t help it. Now let’s go smoke that blunt yeah?” You smiled, walking close to him.
Pointing to the blunt in his hand, he nodded and put his arms around you. Bringing you into a hug, his knuckle rubbing against your head laughing with him as he tickled your sides.
You had missed him, not talking to your brother for a week killed you. Knowing he felt the same as he stood in your bedroom, leading you out towards the garden.
It was raining as you sat on the background porch, the pattering of the rain hit hard against the corrugated roof. You relaxed into the chair as Jonathan lit the blunt, your thoughts drifted to Steve.
As you smoked the blunt together, talking about silly things the rain grew heavier. Jonathan suddenly turned to you as a car pulled up outside, throwing the blunt on the floor.
“You don’t happen to have that watch on you?” he looked frantically at you, the car had switched off the engine when you looked down at your watch nodding.
It was 8pm, your eyebrows knitted together as you told him the time. He didn’t give you an explanation before rushing off into the house, curiously you followed him. It was a girl standing in the rain, you watched as she pulled him in for a kiss.
Unbeknownst to them, you walked into the kitchen startling them both apart. You chuckled as you searched around in the cupboards for a mug, it was cold and you wanted to experience it with a steaming hot chocolate. The girl watched as rain dripped off her body, in a snide voice she asked if they could leave. He nodded but glanced at you before leaving, you heard his footsteps creep up behind you.
Your eyebrows raised, pausing as you organised your ingredients to make the hot chocolate you envisioned in your mind.
‘’Uh, so… I’m going to be gone most of the night but I need you to be there when a few people pick up’’ he laughed sheepishly, turning back to look at the girl on your doorstep. You watched as he stuttered on his words, trying to hide them from her.
‘’Sure, everything is already in your room right?’’ you emptied the coco powder into your cup as he nodded, his lips kissing your cheek as he dashed out the door into the heavy rain. You chuckled to yourself, as you listened to the kettle boil.
You wandered into your bedroom with your steaming hot chocolate and opened your book, you read until the mug was empty and your eyes felt fuzzy. Joyce and Hopper had gone out for a meal and weren’t going to be home for a while, as you walked from your bedroom to wash up your mug. The doorbell echoed through the house, jumping nearly dropping your mug in shock. Sighing as you assumed that it was a random person who was dying for weed, nonchalantly you swung the door open.
Leaning against the door as your eyes followed their body until your eyes met theirs.
Steve’s eyes shone against the porch light, a smirk was tugging on his lips as he looked at you. You were a purple lace night dress, a dressing gown exposing your shoulders as you hung onto the doorframe.
“Hey you” his voice was silky and seductive, you stepped back into the house letting him follow you.
You smiled as you turned your back to him, you knew his eyes were tracing your body outline. The door shutting, his arm grabbed yours, twirling you round to face him. His arm travelled up to caress your face, moving naturally to kiss his hand.
He pulled your body closer to him as his other hand cupped your face, your lips touching his. You instantly moaned, feeling slightly embarrassed for being so loud but as he pushed you into him. His moan was muffled in your mouth as he kissed you hungrily, the rain was loud against the house as your bodies moved together.
Stumbling together between heavy kisses and touching through the hallway into your bedroom, he pushed you onto the bed. Steve’s body pressed against you, his hands exploring your crevasses softly causing you to shiver. You could feel a bulge forming in his jeans as he grinded against your thigh, his kisses became hot and heavy.
Your moans became desperate, needy for his touch. Your hands pulled on his hair as he moved you up the bed, hiking up your dress and he growled at the sight of your lacy underwear. Practically ripping them off from between your thighs, his drool hit the top of your pussy. He glanced at you before burying his head deeper between your legs, it felt like heaven as his tongue hit your clit.
You had never been touched before, he had assumed that you had at least had a first kiss but your moans said otherwise.
“Oh, Steve” your hands grasped onto the bed sheets, pulling them upwards as your body arched against his tongue.
Your hips buckled as you rode his face, your clit twitched as a tingly feeling flooded your body. Riding that feeling through, it felt better and better with every stroke of his tongue.
Pulling your hair harder and harder, he groaned into your pussy vibrating against your clit. Your wetness moved across his face as his lips sucked on your clit, you gasped loudly at the sensation.
He was good. Though you had nothing to compare it too but as he sucked down on your clit, you felt that tingly feeling creep up from your toes.
“That’s it, pretty girl, cum for me” his words were hot, you felt yourself melt into movements. His voice vibrating one more against your clit.
“Steve, it feels so good” you whined desperately as your hips smashed into his jaw. Your legs shaking violently, your gasps were hot and loud as your eyes rolled back.
You felt yourself having your very first orgasm.
The bed creaked as he rode you through your orgasm, your gasps were growing softer and softer as you rode yourself closer into another orgasm.
“Fuck, fuck fuck” you moaned loudly as your head tipped back onto the bed.
Your legs shaking rapidly, your knuckles white from gripping onto the bed sheets. Your voice was hoarse from moaning but as you felt yourself coat his pretty face, you relaxed.
He lifted his head from between your thighs, licking his lips grinning up at you. Bringing his face to yours, making you taste yourself on him. Sliding his tongue inside your mouth, groaning as his hands pulled your underwear backup to cover you.
“I had been thinking about you” he mumbled onto your lips, making you smile.
You kissed him hard just as the sound of the front door opening, the babble of voices echoed through the house.
Your eyes filled with shock, grabbing Steve by his hand and rushing across the hallway. Collapsing into Jonathan’s room, you giggle as your body lands on top of him. Meeting your lips with his as you heard the pattering of footsteps disappear into various bedrooms, smirking as you kiss him.
Lying there for a few moments until the house stood completely still, helping him up from the floor. You wander over to the desk and begin to weigh up his weed.
Your eyes drift between him and the weed, before finally passing it to him. You watched as he rolled a blunt for you both to share, it was full to the brim.
Taking his hand in yours, you peeked your head out into the hallway. The muffled sounds of voices filled the house, squeezing his hand as you rushed across the hallway and back into your room.
Sitting on the floor together hiding between your bed and the window, your backs resting against the bed as the cool air flowed into the room. Passing a blunt between you, the rain still heavy against the window. As you finished the blunt, you climbed into bed together.
Lying on either side of the bed, you both listened to the rain. His hand found yours, holding it tightly as you felt yourself drift off to sleep. Your mind thinking non stop about his tongue with a smile on your face.
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hello lovely!! can i req max x fem!reader that’s a ray of sunshine and she always gives max flowers and compliments her a lot and the gang is just so shocked when they find out they’re dating??
max x ray of sunshine fem!reader!!
- the two of you have no clue how you’ve managed to go this long without your friends figuring it out
- you both think it’s pretty obvious
- but you two have made it a game to see what you could get away with and have the group pass it off as “yeah they’re just really close”
- y’all are always all over each other, even when there’s space
- sure, the group thinks it’s a little odd max always wants to sit on your lap even when there’s room for her on the couch, but nobody says anything
- they also don’t say anything when you two continuously show up in the other’s clothing
- or when they notice you holding hands
- or when you bring her hand-picked wildflowers
- or when she makes you a flower crown out of them
- or when you call her sweetheart
- it’s at her sixteenth birthday party
- she finds out you made her a home-made birthday cake
everybody freezes as max pulls back from kissing you. the room is dead silent until lucas says, “are you guys dating?”
much to his confusion, max laughs. “it took you this long to figure it out?”
“how were we supposed to know?” mike frowns.
“wait,” will interrupts, “you guys didn’t know? it’s so obvious!”
“it is not!”
“y/n calls max sweetheart!” steve adds.
“can we get back to more important things?” dustin interrupts. “it’s max’s birthday.”
“yeah,” you agree. “come on, i’ll light the candles so we can sing and eat.”
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watching horror movies with max mayfield. she laughs at herself every time she jumps, poking your cheek teasingly each time you gasp or get a fright. her smile is almost as bright at the tv screen, her hand warm and reassuring in yours. you appreciate the humour in her tone as she comments on the stupid choices made by the characters, looking to you each time to hear you agree. she ends up half asleep, her head in your lap and her breathing shallow, eyelids fluttering closed every so often until you convince her to go to bed with you.
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Could you do more lucmax poly headcanons?
More Poly!Lumax Headcanons w/ gn reader.
BIG spoilers for s4 v2.
Max learns to do hair for you two because she never has to do anything to hers.
It's not very long after that you walk into Lucas's room and find her braiding his curls back into tight neat rows
and her popping him with her comb when he keeps reaching up to see how much is left.
She often finds hairstyles in magazines or on TV she wants to try on one of you.
I said before she's not good with words because no one taught her how. But she's good at this and it becomes a way for her to show her love through service.
It breaks your heart when for the first time ever you're the one doing her hair up nice while she's sleeping away in the hospital.
Lucas loves you dance with the two of you. Spinning you around on smooth flooring while wearing socks.
Max has the dance coordination of a toddler but it's the most adorable thing to him when she stumbles a little and the two of you lean into each to laugh as you hold her up.
Looking at the two of you thinking about how much he never thought about loving two people THIS much, is his favorite memory. Every new time topping the old.
When he looks at you now it's a bit blurry but he sees there's no smile. But his ears still work fine he hears there's no laugher he hears you humming under your breath as you tend to max as much as the doctor will allow. The songs you danced to.
Max adores nicknames. Especially quirky ones you wouldn't hear anyone else call their loves
"hey, gingerbread." And her nose crinkled.
"ick. Hi loser." But she's smiling.
Her all time favorite is princess. She won't admit it but she always wants to play princess as a kid with her dad or a brother who could play the knight. But for a long time she was an only child. And her parents weren't all there.
Tell anyone and she'd deny it but you and Lucas take turns playing the knight that saves her just like in her fantasies as a kid. She has a paper princess crown and stands on top of the not-much-used anymore Sinclair families play set giggling as the two of you fight and she cheers you on no matter who you're playing that day. And Lucas frowns when he's knight because his fair princess has a case of Stockholm apparently
Max is very still as you read her princess tales in her coma. She might not even hear you but you change ever princesses description to look like her and every knight to look like Lucas. The same Lucas who watches you frown because there is never another knight in the love story.
Lucas who goes home after visiting hours and comes back the next day with a poorly drawn book about a fairy princess and her two knights
Max and Lucas love to give small passing kisses to one another. and when they see you watching them intensely with cheeks puffed of air they cover your entire face.
Max taste like sugar.
Max smells like cherry cola
Lucas taste like mint. Smells like it too.
Lucas carries Max's cherry cola chapstick in his pocket. It fell out of her pocket when the ambulance took her away. He makes sure to apply it for her. Max HATED hates having chapped lips. He smiles a little when he kisses you and you taste a bit like cherry cola.
Lucas loves sappy movies. He's a total cry baby under that new cool guy persona. He's such a sucker for a happy ending. "Fuck you guys how are you not in tears that was so touching"
"I guess we're just built different, you and us, stalker."
Lucas cries a lot after the doctor's talk to him.
He doesn't let you listen to the conversation sometimes.
"how about you read to Max. I'll be back. We're just still trying to find Ms. Mayfield."
He tells you what you need to know. He doesn't hide it from you.
She might not be ok
If when she wakes up she might not see.
You'll have to help her he says
And that's ok
Because you love her.
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Dating Max Mayfield <3
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mirrorball — 🌲 : send a character and song lyric or song name, and i will write a blurb for it.
max mayfield + “that smile on your face makes it easy, to trust you” — girl with the tattoo by miguel !!!
the wheels of max’s beloved skateboard eventually concluded it’s routine of slipping beneath your feet, ultimately balancing yourself after numerous failed prior attempts. a victorious squeal escaped your throat after several hours of practicing the difficult activity your girlfriend was completely infatuated with.
max’s hands teasingly squeezed at the skin of your clothed torso, her grip—that was the main factor in assisting your steady balance and prevented you from crashing into the currently vacant; paved neighborhood road—slowly becoming lighter.
“i’m gonna let go now, okay?” she warned, your brain immediately firing into panic mode as your hands abruptly caged her fingers between your own against your hips.
“m’not gonna let you fall, baby. you trust me, yeah?” max cooed, soothing your tensed muscles below her fingertips as best she could while you continued to detain her hands in their secured position beneath your own; afraid that she would remove them too soon.
your head rotated slightly to meet max’s eyes, the crystal blue of her irises rendered you captivated; sparkling beneath the early spring sun. her chin laid on your shoulder and freckle engulfed skin crinkling at the corner of her eyes from the wide grin decorating her plump; coral pink tinted lips. the bright shine of her pearly white teeth hypnotized your entire body, the tranquility she brought over you mesmerized you to gift her a subtle nod in return.
“good girl,” she praised, leaving a gentle kiss over your shoulder blade; exposed from the tank top you were wearing.
as max’s hands left your body entirely, she hovered them close enough that you could still feel the warmth radiating from her gentle; sunkissed skin but far enough that you could recapture the stability of your footing on your own. “now plant your feet like i told you- yeah! there you go! see! look at you, my sweet girl’s a natural.”
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LIGHT OF MY LIFE - M.MAYFIELD ❥
♡ pairings & aus : fem!reader x max mayfield, college au.
♡ summary: college isn’t for everyone. it isn’t for you, but it IS for your girlfriend maxine, who longs to have you back in her dorm with you in her arms instead of being drowned with schoolwork. so, you decide to surprise her in the sweet afternoon of fall.
♡ warnings: fluff, it’s really all just domestic love <3
♡ a/n: this fic reminds me of @snowflakeicicles and her love for max, so here you go gorgeous girl !!
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She’s engulfed in the darkness of her dorm, the pen that lay between her fingers dancing on the yellow pages of her notebook. Her eyebrows quirk with engrossment, eyelids flickering, mimicking the cheap lamp that lit up the corner of her room. Pen clacking against her book, she heaves, her eyelashes kissing softly as she combs through her crimson hair, nimble fingers aching from the mindless repeated action. Her eyes dart to the clock on her wall. The little hand’s on the two, and Max knows that she should’ve been asleep, but the flickering of the lamp and the sea of schoolwork she’s drowning in is enough to keep her awake.
Plus, she misses you, so that’s shattering her sleep schedule, too. She misses you so bad it’s almost sickening- her heart ached every time you crossed her mind, your bright smile and sweet voice making her heart twist. College was eating her alive, but she loved it- and she couldn’t just leave. Her tuition was through the roof, and she was happy (despite the pile of work she was facing) and you’d slaughter her if she ever even thought about quitting.
Closing her book shut softly, Max tosses it onto her desk next to her, sinking further into the peeled sheets of her bed, lulling herself to sleep with quiet hums and the rubbing of her thumb against her palms. It’s what you would do when you slept with her and she was having trouble falling asleep, or she was anxious- and it always helped her. Her eyes fluttered closed as she fell into a light slumber, her thumb still grazing over her hand gently.
Golden rays of sunshine pierce through the girl’s open blinds early the following morning, lustrous ribbons of light shining on her fair skin. She stirs in her rest, moaning lightly at her past self who forgot to close the curtains. The redhead rises, her mascara collecting under her already darkened under eyes as she steps on the rug below her, footsteps stuttering. She makes her way to her window and pushes it open, the autumn breeze sending tranquil chills down her spine.
On the complete opposite side of Hawkins, you awoke, the thought of your girlfriend being one of the first to enter your mind as you prepared for the day. You were longing to see her. It had been months- she had been shut up in her dorm, rarely calling or coming to visit due to the amount of work and stress she had on her shoulders.
Saying that you just missed her was a grave understatement. You longed to see her, you needed to- you missed her touch, her smile, her pretty voice- you missed all of her. So, you jumped up and cooked (more like microwaved) yourself breakfast, residue spilling everywhere as you danced around your apartment to the sweet singing of Stevie Wonder, distant bird chirping doubling as his accompaniment. You throw on an outfit and make your way to Family Video to one, bother Steve and Robin per usual, and two, to grab a movie for you and Max to watch at her dorm.
Steve and Robin greet you with open arms, helping you pick out the perfect film to watch with your girlfriend. Your heart was pulsing with excitement as the door chimed when you walked out after thanking them, two different movies filling your palms as you put them in the passenger seat, preparing to make your next stop.
Max loved sunflowers- they made her smile from ear to ear whenever she received them, as if they were an instant mood booster, so you were on a mission to grab some for her. They were a little bit harder to find than usual, but once you did find them, you set them gently in the backseat of your car along with a little note attached.
Your drive was hectic, the traffic of downtown Indiana making you honk the horn at angry drivers who swerved from lane to lane, but you kept your composure despite it all.
When you finally made it to Max’s dorm, you knocked softly at her door, rocking back on your feet naturally. She had been sitting in her bed for hours prior to your arrival, unable to even get up out of it because she was so tired. But something was telling her to answer the knocking at her door, so she rose from her comfortable spot, unlocking the door with a click.
You looked up.
She looked at you.
Her whole world came to a stop.
Her jaw fell slack at the sight of you, an awkward smile tugging at your lips, the flowers and movies clutched in either of your hands. You waved with your flower-accented one, “Hi, Maxie.”
“Y/N, oh my gosh…hi.” She speaks softly, like her words may hurt you, and she waves you inside, plopping back on her bed as her feet swing happily back and forth. You shut the door behind yourself and seat yourself across from her, looking into her cloudy blue eyes. She looks tired, drained- her makeup from what seems like days ago spotting her face and eyes, clad in nothing but a big ‘ole t-shirt and pretty, orange panties. She’s got on long socks that trail from her feet to the middle of her calves, cute little flowers plastered all on them.
Despite her tired state, she looks perfect.
Max eyes the flowers that sit in your palms, “Those for me?”
You hum in response, handing them to her. She coos over them with a smile, “They’re so pretty. Thank you so much, baby.”
She’s so pretty, the way her whole face lights up when you hand her the sunflowers. She sniffs at them, her eyes batting closed, “Did you get these from-?”
“Yup,” you nodded proudly, “Just how you like ‘em.”
Her expression softens, her bottom lip turning downward. She places the flowers on her bedside table, then looks at you with open arms, “C’mere you.”
You’re grinning so hard that your cheeks ache as you lay on her chest, your head turning to look up at her.
“Missed you so bad, holy shit, it’s crazy,” she murmurs against your forehead before planting a kiss there, “School’s got me sprialing, I’ve gotta have my essay in by tomorrow and I’m still on the first paragraph.”
You both exchange giggles as you rub her hand that rests on your own chest, “‘S okay, Maxie, you’ll get through it. Y’know, I’ve missed you so much, so I figured I’d swing by and spend some time with my girl. You know, to give you a break.”
She’s so overjoyed with your presence that she peppers light kisses all over your face, making you squirm beneath her touch. Max can’t help it- now that you’re here, in her arms to be precise, she doesn’t plan on letting you go, and you could really blame her?
Her kisses come to a stop as she looks down at you, a blush blossoming against her cheeks, “You know you’re the light of my life, right? I never get tired of seeing you.”
You feel like you might cry. Looking up at your girlfriend, you smile hard, “Really?”
“Really.”
She strokes your hair, and there’s something about her gentle touch that causes you to feel sleepy- and as she holds you, you can’t help but rest in her embrace, her soft strokes further coaxing you bat your eyes sleepily in her arms. Lord knows she needs the rest too, so she rests her head on the woodwork behind her, eyes closing slowly.
And she doesn’t feel it at first, but when she does, she peers down at her hands to see you softly rubbing at her palm, a sweet smile etched on your face.
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Kiss me
Masterlist | Stranger things masterlist |
Requested : yes ( tumblr )
prompt 46 - “Shut up and kiss me, you idiot.”
Pairing : Max Mayfield x (they/them) Harrington! reader
Type : fluff
Warnings : season four spoilers!!
Word count : 416
Remember to eat! <3
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“I was worried sick about you! You’re never going on holiday without me again, do you understand?” Steve lectured, pulling y/n into a tight hug, having missed his younger sibling but would not admit it out loud. “Yes, yes, okay okay! I’m fine though! What about you?” Y/n retorted, pulling away and hugging Robin who had a massive grin on her face from watching the pair. “He’s alright, he was bit by a bat, but dingus survived.” Robin confessed, Steve glaring at her for telling them. “Bitten by a bat? What the hell did you guys do?!” they gasped, looking at the pair, head tilted in confusion. “It’s a long story, I’ll tell you later. I think you have friends and a certain someone you need to say hello to at the moment.” Steve grinned, gesturing to the group where Dustin, Will and Eleven stood, waiting for you to join.
“I missed you guys” Dustin said as y/n joined in Will and Eleven almost tackling him into a hug. “Where’s Max...and Lucas?” y/n asked pulling away from him. “They’re here, they’re fine don’t worry! In fact, I think they’re coming out right now.” he finished, catching a glimpse of Max’s red hair. Lucas was the first to react, running over as soon as he caught a glimpse of Will, hugging him and then Eleven. “Hey, Max? I think there’s someone here to see you.” Steve winked, tilting his head to their direction. As their eyes met, the fuzzy feelings they had both missed returned, along with butterflies and a beaming smile.
They both ran towards each other, meeting halfway as y/n lifted Max up, making her squeal. “Put me down!” she laughed, y/n following her request. “I’m sorry I missed your calls, we couldn’t risk contact as people were coming after El and then we lost her...and then we had to go see Suzie and- are you okay? El got her powers back and managed to do some sort of ‘piggyback’ and mentioned some dude called Vecna or one and-” they rambled as Max pressed her finger to their lips. “Shut up and kiss me, you idiot.” she whispered, wrapping her arms around their neck. They pulled her close, pressing their lips to hers, passionate but still soft, enough to convey how much they loved each other. “I missed you...” Y/n mumbled as they pulled away, foreheads lent against each other, pretending that it was only them in that moment of time.
“I missed you too.”
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