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ornii · 3 months

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Mad Max: Coins of Rage!

This was a request from @ab1nsur

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay? What’s the issue?” You ask.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is she Elizabeth Taylor hot?!”

“Is she totally rad?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, I’ll be Seeing You, Max.”

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bingbongsupremacy · 4 months

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Every Night

Pairing: Max Mayfield x Reader

Warnings: None that I can think of.

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

(Pretend Max has lived in Hawkins her whole life)

*Not Proof Read*

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

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

8:30.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My eyes widen. " What? "

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" And you've never actually kissed me - "

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

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

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

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

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

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

I let out a small pant, eyes meeting hers.

" I definitely missed that. " Max grins.

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

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

I look at her in confusion.

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

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

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

I roll my eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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quits-writing · 2 years

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stranger things x older brother figure! rich! reader

a/n: to celebrate stranger things s4 vol 2 coming out today in a few hours, i’ve decided to give us all masc aligned people a treat before shit goes down, enjoy.

cw: contains some scenes from the series (not enough to spoil), mentioned homophobia & fragile masculinity, bullying scenario, messy cuz i just put whatever random shit pops up to my mind and im also writing this at 1:30 am, NOT PROOFREAD!!

depending on your personality, it’s either the group would see you as the “cool” brother like in the movies or the “annoying” brother in real life

as kids, you’d have to defend them against bullies, seniority scares majority of the kids.

but if they don’t want you to interfere, they’d just ask you on how to defend theirselves

tell them some witty comebacks

yeah i don’t think they can do it without it leading into a physical fight so you’d have to watch their back before it becomes one

spoil them! buy them action figures, comics, new set of dnd miniatures. they’d worship you…for 5 mins before hyper-focusing on that same item you bought for them

you’d be such a big help to joyce and jonathan if you decide to fund and help them with the will situation in s1

jonathan actually talked to you, also joyce’ll treat you as her other son

imagine having a platonic relationship with max, your relationship is the relationship she wishes she has with billy

billy would probably spite you for it (he’s jealous and doesn’t want to admit it lol)

oh, and the group would probably jokingly make you compete with steve for the “best mom older brother” award (dustin would also make eddie compete too if you’ve met each other already)

somehow, they’ll find a way to turn your words against you

okay. imagine s3, the vent scene with erica

m/n: alright. how much do you want, kid? hundred? thousand? a million bucks?

robin: you’re gonna offer, a child, a million? do you even have a million on-hand?

m/n, a rich teen: uh yeah??? 🧍

robin: okay, what the actual fu–!

if you’re part of the LGBTQIA+, and openly into men or in touch with your femininity. mike’s dad would try and tell mike to not be associated with you again (sorry but he reeks of homophobia and fragile masculinity)

remember that one scene in s4 (ep 5, 1:00:52) where he’s so salty at dustin and the gang for hanging out in their house? that but insert m/n there

mr. wheeler: –why not? take us for all we’re worth

dustin: oka–

*slam*

m/n: if you care so much about your money, then here’s a fucking stack. thank you so much for your hospitality”

mr. wheeler: *is baffled by the amount of cash a teen could have* how’d you get this money??

m/n: oh i’m actually am a stripper and i have a sugar daddy– of course, i worked for it, obviously. i have a job.

dustin: *whispering* holy fucking shit, you’re so cool

if you have “old rich” money than “hard earned” money, it’s the same thing but probably less “cooler” in their eyes

if not all of them, at least one would keep bugging you on what job you have to earn a lot of money

some would say, they’re still bugging what you do for a living ‘til today

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cubicle-eyes · 2 years

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How I think the characters on my write list (+a few) would react to you falling asleep on them! (HCs)

This post is a semi-filler. I'm taking a break from my Eddie fic to work on this because my motivation is going DOWN. Rest assured at least two new fics ( not including this one) are coming very soon!

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Steve Harrington

- He is stiff as a board.

- He does everything in his power to gently lay you down (if possible) without waking you up.

- He has so many photos of you when you're in deep sleep

- even one where he put yourfinger up your nose

- Dustin liked that one.

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Billy Hargrove

- He is also very still.

- He quite likes it, actually

- You're like a weighted blanket to him

- He's not to worried about waking you up

- but he's always sad when you do because he loves you lying on him.

- He has a photo of you asleep in your dinner. Deffo.

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Jason Carver

- shoves you to the floor.

- jkjk

- no, he does slide you away though

- it makes him uncomfortable when someone is sleeping on him, so dont be upset if you wake up to him sneaking away

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Eddie Munson

- He is also probably asleep

- you not awake = boring

- so, his solution is to sleep too.

- on the rare occasion he isn't sleeping, he often is holding your back/waist

- If he starts getting sore he pinches the end of your nose to wake you up, and always apologizes for doing so but never stops.

- He has a video recording of you sleepwalking and singing to "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go" while you sweep the couch. You woke up because of how hard he was laughing.

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Chrissy Cunningham

- She's always suprised, though it happens quite often

- Usually she sleeps on you, so it's nice

- Her shoulders are a little bony though, so usually you end up cuddled up in the crook of her neck <3

- she holds you very tightly, but not enough to wake you. Shes honestly worried you'll fall off of her!

- (she puts a variety of hats on your head, if she manages to get up without waking you)

- She has a poloraoid wall, and most of them are you and her together, or you sleeping with a bunch of hats stacked on your head

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Jim Hopper

- hahshshaha

- He's the best cuddler EVER

- hes so STRONG and holds you in PLACE!

- he has his arms around you and you'd die if you moved

- he loves affection okay he's just mean about it sometimes

- if he has a coat/flannel/OUTERWEAR he takes it off and lays it on you instead of a blanket

- it's nice because it's warm and smells like him, which is sweet

- Will murder if someone wakes you up. There is no joke here. Eleven was grounded for three days.

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Joyce Byers

- MAMA

- MAMA ILY HOLD ME TOO PLS 🥺🥺🥺

- Mama bear! MAMA BEAR!

- She is the best cuddler on this LIST!!

- She has three kids, she has EXPERIENCE in CUDDLES!

- Massages your scalp while your sleeping and if she pulls away you wake up, which leads to hilarious interactions between her and Will when she needs something.

- " Stop laughing Will. Just hand me the remote."

- "It's literally beside you!"

- "Shhh! Hand the remote to your poor old mom!"

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Dustin Henderson

- hahassddjshs

- when you fall asleep on him he cries.

- not really but he's killed by the pure trust and kind of wants too

- gives you kithes 🥺

- mostly on the top of your head, but the forehead and your cheeks (depending on the way your head is laying) are hotspots too

- its way to quiet when you're asleep so he falls asleep too

- Which leads to the both of you waking up with a huge bright camera flash as his mom cooes at the both of you

- (bottom left drawer of his dresser, there's a collection of photogrpahs where he's put makeup on your face in your sleep. Also includes you sleeping in his hat, you sleeping cuddled up with him, and you literally sleeping face-down on his bed.)

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Mike Wheeler

- Sorry people but you never sleep on him.

- Have you seen him? He's a stick and bony and lanky and ADORABLE but not to sleep on

- to sleep with, however, when you're the first asleep...

- He just likes to rub your arms through your shirt (or not, if you arent wearing one, duh)

- Sleeping together like this is a really intimate thing to him, so he finds it very special to watch you sleep

- his hands are naturally freezing, so he finds clever ways to sneakily twine your fingers together to warm them up

- His most creative way to do so is to put his hands behind your neck.

- you always wake up, laughing and gasping for him to move them, but he keeps them there till they're warm, and then you're both asleep again with your foreheads touching <3

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Nancy Wheeler

- notice me senp-

- Now in my honest opinion..

- She has never had someone fall asleep on her until you

- Always unprepared and silently freaking out as she sits stiff as a board, hands in her lap twitching slightly as she stares at the wall or TV

- usually when you move around she takes the oppurtunity as well, making sure you're both comfy before settling

- Awkward! With! Her! HANDS!!

- Always everywhere! They're constantly moving

- Her feet do it too as she's also a restless sleeper and very fidgety

- always feels bad if it wakes you up

- sometimes its nice, one hand petting your head and the other rubbing your back..

- but sometimes her feet kick your ankles and sometimes it hurts, okay.

- also she sleeps with socks on. Didn't know how to fit this in. But she does.

- ( in preperation for you falling asleep on her on the couch, she has a basket of blankets next to the cushions, and theres water bottles and a secret stash of chips hidden under them >:} )

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Will Byers

- usually doesn't know you're asleep until you stop answering his questions

- and then which he adjusts to hold you and continues talki g to himself.

- sometimes you'll mutter sleepy 'mmm's when he's said something interesting enough, but he shushes you because you're supposed to be asleep

- very good cuddler, but can never fall asleep

- when he gets tired he passes out, yes, but to get tired he'd have to run around the world four times

- well, he'd have to be mentally tired to fall asleep. No matter how sleepy his body is, he can't fall asleep without talking about anything aad everything until the words turn into whispers and then quiet nonsense.

- he has a photobook, and theres a picture of you sleeping so weirdly that it always gets a laugh (peter griffin fall 💀)

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Jonathan Byers

- probably high

- so he just keeps on doing what he's doing.

- he probably asks you stupid questions, regardles of if you answer or not.

- "would you still love me if i was a worm?"

- "..cutests fuckin... mm.. worm.. "

- "*sobbing*"

- "woah holy shit, jon, you okay-"

- "Im a CuTe WoRm! *more sobbing*"

- honestly I love him so much idk how to write abt him zhshahah

- if he's asleep too he's probably resting his head on yours, arms lazily wrapped around tour neck as you bury your face in his neck and chest, holding his torso.

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Eleven Byers-Hopper

- freaking out verbally

- "Do not laugh at me, Will. They are not dead, right?"

- probably shaking bc sjes so scared that if she accidentally wakes you up you'll be upset with her

- eventually she relaxes, and moves your head (which has undoubtedly fallen to her shoulder) to her lap

- very gentle and sweet

- once she gets even more comfortable, she probably pets your head and baby-talks to you in a one-sided, lovey-dovey conversation.

- "Whos the most adowable S/O? Y/N is. Yeah he is. The best sleeper in the west."

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Max Mayfeild

- literally just wakes you up.

- if you DONT wake up she tries to literally "push your buttons"

- squeeze ur cheeks, poke ur nose, poke ur forehead

- She doesn't want to be trapped all day!

- (she really does though. If you don't get up soon she cuddles right up to fall asleep. Pretend to be asleep long enough and you get to hear Max snore. Loudly.)

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Robin Buckley (f.reader)

- " :0 omg ive been chosen"

- treats you like a cat, puts you where you need to be so youre both comfy

- couch sleeping >>>>

- lies with her back against the couch and your back pressed against her chest, holding you in place so you don't fall and kissing the back of your neck gently and ajdvrkdvej

- Robin's head > Pillow

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Argyle

- bro argyle >>> hottest person alive

- who am I kididng theyre the same person

- anyways (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)

- this man doesnt let you sleep whatre you even talking about???? U joking??? hes high you're comin' down with him.

- "...What color is a mirror..?" "Why is pizza round... cut into triangles... and served in a square box?" "Why is it nail polish and not nail paint?" etc etc

- he always falls asleep very quickly. But he also cries really easily when high off his balls. Over everything. He cried yesterday about the color of his shirt. It wasn't yellow enough. He told me himself

- hes the best pillow. Lay on his chest, kiss his face, let him hold ya

- hes very soft and gentle with you at all times, and since most of the time the both of you are high as skyscrapers, it's a bit more wacky but a lot more sentimental.

- lots of "was drunk and fell asleep like this 😤" pictures in the back of the van

- the funniest being the one of argyle standing on the roof of the van with you and attempting to push you onto the hood "long live the king"style, but you were held on tight

- usually jonathan doesn't quite get as high so he taks a lot of pictures

- got off track but oh well lol

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Fred Benson

- He probably has prepared for this moment and lured you into a trap :)

- he had music on softly in the background and blankets and everything all planned out

- once he just gains enough actual courage to ask for cuddles it'll be less odd when he asks you to watch the most boring show on the planet with him

- he kithes your head a lot bc he really loves you, but doesn't voice it a whole lot

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Peter Ballars

- he moves you, despite how much he wants to stay and make sure you sleep well

- he doesn't move you very far. Usually you fall asleep in the rainbow room, so he just puts you in your own room to rest

- he always sneaks and checks on you, though, because you're still as graceful as a dying baby bird and vunreable all alone

- 4/10 not a good rainbow room cuddle buddy

- (alone, however, he's very sweet, apologizing for dumping you in your room all alone. Kisses all around, gives you a shoulder rub, you know, usual guilty boyfriend tendancies. Will always cuddle before he has to go back to his own room. He may be a lil' evil but you're his sweetheart <3 )

EXTRA/BONUS: OBSCUREISH CHARACTERS

Dr. Brenner/Papa (child reader, around 5-6)

- he isn't quite sure how you ended up so close to him in the rainbow room as he sat and observed the other children, but when he felt the pressure on his upper arm from you, he couldn't help but grinned

- he woke you up gently, offering you a quick nap in your assigned room, and you accepted by yawning and rubbing your eyes, nodding.

- he walked you to your room with an orderly, and tucked you into bed.

- totally down to tell you a story tbh. Just ask.

- the orderly is assigned to wake you up in exactly two hours, so you better get to sleep quick.

- but no matter. Papa is sure to lend you an extra hour if you need it.

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Ted Wheeler 👹 (Holly's fraternal twin)

- he's asleep. He fell asleep first. You were just to scared to change the TV channel and fell asleep too on top of him with your sister.

- (he wakes up first too, and puts you both in bed, making sure you're covered and comfy before heading back to his chair. If you wake up in that time, he'lm tell you both some sort of a story, though it's a "tired dad" version. Usually you're the cool dragon, while Holly's the princess in fantasy stories.

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Karen Wheeler 👹 (also Holly's twin)

- she was suprised, of course, when you appeared across from her on the couch and shoved your way into her lap, cuddling close and instantly falling asleep.

- she lets you sit there for awhile, patting your back, before she brings you to her room to let you nap up there. When Holly gets tired she'll join you, but for now you get the big bed!)

Barb Holland

- havfuubeakdvehx

- Hi barb *waves fingers like an idiot*

- she loves cuddles. There's never a time you ever "accidentally" fall asleep on her. Oh no. Youre her hostage now.

- Smooches. Smoochy poochy bwa bwbajettiwvd

- Push her glasses up her nose while you're barely awake, and then proceed to pass out. She will cry of cuteness. No jokes.

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hope you enjoyed! Also I need to add Barb to my write list 👹

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perfectprofessorloverapricot · 5 months

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•| A not so stolen youth |•

Stranger things / Chapter 1

Summary: Everything in life seemed limited to walls of whites and rainbows. Caged within the confines of the lab. But an accident that involved a group of teenagers and the upside down world finally let him free. In a funny turn of events he found himself hiding in a step sibling's shed. A redhead that loves video games and a blond that spends his time making sure to keep his good looks.

Character: Male child OC

Warnings: Possible to descriptive scenes, child abuse, use of drugs and bad language.

A/N: I ask you to take into account that I lack experience writing in English and there'll be some grammatical mistakes because my native language is Spanish.

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“What does it say here?” Sounded the voice of the teenage redhead in the shed. She pointed to one of the dialog bubbles in the comic.

Thirteen tilted his head in a vain attempt to read better. The comic was in his own hands and moving it wasn’t as helpful as he thought. “Mmm… final… v… victory?” He stutter. He felt he chest warm when he saw the look of pride in Max face while she nodded.

“Yeah. You’re getting better.” She said excitedly. A big smile was formed in the kids face.

It’s been two weeks since they met. And everything’s going good so far.

The day after Max let him stay, with the condition of being careful no to be seen, she went to check on him only to have heart attack when she didn’t find him.

The blankets she gave him were folded and there was no trace of him.

She spent the whole morning of school wondering where he could have gone. It’s not like she paid attention to the classes before.

And after an uncomfortable ride home with her stepbrother she went straight to the shed getting an insult of how weird she was behaving from the blond and disappointment from finding nothing.

She stayed on her room thinking the few things she knew about him while her brother worked out in the living room. She thought about the limited vocabulary of the kid and that she had to read the comics she showed him because he couldn’t.

There were no visible signs of physical abuse but she got a glimpse of a tattoo in his left wrist when he rubbed his eyes after yawning.

The kid is only ten, what kind of tattoo would a kid his age want?

He is dirty and his clothe doesn’t fit him, obviously not his. But still, none of it gives her a hint from where he comes from or how to find him.

She didn’t even know why she wanted to finde him so bad. Or more like, she pretended not to know.

She’s always thought of herself as independent, which was accurate for the most part, but didn’t mean she liked being alone.

Before moving to Hawkins, in California, she made her life outside of the awkward environment of her house. She spent most of her time with her two best friends and going to her biological fathers house. Even when her mother met Neil and his son, she did it.

But now, she is stuck in a place she doesn’t know with her awkwardly nervous mother, an asshole who controls the house and everyone in it and calls himself her father just to have an excuse to “educate” her and a stepbrother that gives cero shit about her.

The kid was like her hope for something better. His innocent soul hasn’t been taught how to be an though (asshole) to confront the live out there. He was a little piece of the remaining good things of the world.

Fortunately, before she could exit and give her stepbrother an excuse to leave the house she was startled out of her thoughts by a knock on her window.

There he was peeking over the edge of the window and lifting a hand with three bags of chips to share with her.

Since then it became a routine that they manage to hold for a week. While Max goes to school and avoids as much interaction with her current family as she could, thirteen sneaks out to explore more. He already knows most of the place like the back of his hands but he still finds interesting the things that people do, even tho he is to scared to get close.

Those are the moments too bitersweet to him. He loves watching others have fun and imagine himself enjoying with them, having a life where he didn’t have to keep hiding, but before he can get a step closer to the kids in the park the fear of returning to the lab and being punished for leaving in the first place stops him.

That’s why he always goes back to the shed. To a place where he knows he is not alone anymore. At least the fear of being found didn’t bother him for the first week, but at the beginning of the second something that neither he or Max could have thought happened.

It was a normal day for them until the girl came back from school and went to her room like usual. But her heart fell once she saw Billy walking out of the house with a grey tank top and a pair of shorts he only uses when he knows his going to get dirty. Which means he is going thinker with his car, which means, he needs his tolls that are in the shed.

She took a shortcut jumping through her window. She run to catch her stepbrother and walked as normal as posible beside him.

“What are you doing?” She asked, trying to act normal.

He threw her a a momentary look, easily realizing her act. “To mind my business.” He answers bluntly.

She put herself in front of him walking backwards, only making the situation even weirder to Billy. “Don’t you have a date? With the… that blonde girl. What was her name?” She tried to remember almost stumbling with a rock.

Billy rolled his eyes in exasperation. “I don’t know and I don’t care. That was yesterday. Now move.” He pushed her effortlessly to the side once they reached the shed.

Max almost face planted in the floor but that wasn’t her priority. She turned to Billy only to witness him stop in his place with the door open.

“What the fuck?” He mumbled.

Max rammed her body against the door and closed it staying between it and her stepbrother. “It’s not what it looks like.” She defended.

Billy rose a brown in incredulity. “Really? Because it looks like you’re keeping a stray in Neil’s shed.”

“He’s not a dog, he’s a kid.” She defended, actually offended. “A really scared kid.”

“And I don’t give a shit. You’ve been keeping him there in a shed that doesn’t belong to you.” Max knew that what he said was true, but she couldn’t let him to his own with the possibility of returning to an abusive home. “What could a kid of his age be scared of? A monster under his bed?” He shook his head. It was ridiculous. “He needs to go.” He said with finality.

Max pressed her back even harder against the door and shook her head.

Billy got closer to her, using his height to tower over her in an intimidating way. “Get him out before Neil finds out or I’ll do it.” He threatened in a gruff voice.

Max genuinely felt scared. She knew what he was capable of, but she bets that the kid is even more scared than she is right now. And she was right, the boy was shaking inside the shed, hugging to his chest one of the comics Max left for him. His favorite comics. One of x-men’s.

“No.” She said with all the confidence she could in front of her intimidating brother.

The blond grabbed her arm in a painfully strong grip and dragged her a few steps away from the shed before throwing her, ignoring her yelp when she fell on her side. “Then I’m gonna get rid of the scaredy cat myself.” He conclude walking with heavy steps towards the shed.

Max panicked. She let out something that she knew could affect him. “He’s scared of his father, okay?” She screamed.

She felt a small relief when Billy stopped in his actions with his hand in the door’s handle.

His hesitation brought some confidence to the girl. “He hurts him.” She explained in hopes of changing his mindset. “I’m not asking you to take care of him. Just don’t tell anyone. You won’t even notice he is here.” She pleaded a little calmer now but still seating in the floor. “You won’t even notice he is here.” She repeated in a soft voice.

Billy bit the inside of his cheek in thought. He doesn't know how long the kid’s been there but if it weren't for the fact that he personally went to the shed he wouldn't know of his existence.

Almost reluctantly, Billy opened the shed again. He stayed in his place but he took his time to actually take a look at the kid. Scared and dirty, the boy stayed in the very back of the wooden place, shaking. Those blue innocent eyes were looking at him, waiting for the worst.

For a second, a small flash, he saw himself in the boy. When he was recently abandoned by his mother and left with his abusive father. He moved slowly to one of the shelves close to the door to grab the box of tools, keeping an eye on the kid.

Once he was out he looked at the surprised redhead in the floor as he closed the door behind him.

He stepped in front of his sister with his always present frown in his face. “If Neil finds out I let you hide a kid in the shed I’m gonna drag you under the bus with me. Do you understand?” He concluded.

Max was stunned for a few seconds but nodded slowly.

Billy scoffed, proceeding with his plans on tinkering in his car but made a las comment. “And wash that filthy kid. His gonna become a charcoal by the weekend.”

Max blinked a few times. She sat there for a moment, processing what just happened until she heard the door creaked open and a pair of eyes accompanied by a dirty fur (at least that’s what it looks like) peeked out of the place. She gave him a toothed smile that soon became a laugh that turned into a cackle that had her almost rolling on the floor.

The boy came out of the shed smiling, visibly confused but smiling. If Max was happy that means good news.

And it did.

Now that she didn’t have to actually hide the boy it became easier to change places between her room and the shed, they go through her bedroom’s window though.

She did what Billy said. She gave him a bath. She took his clothes and left him in his underwear covering it with a towel and sat him in the bathtub. She was horrified when the water changed color almost instantly and she had to change it for more clean water.

She knew he got dirty through the week but not that much.

She was surprised once again when she gave him the bottle of her brother’s shampoo and he only looked at it in wonder.

The kid didn’t know how to use a shampoo, much less the conditioner. He now has hair long enough to go a little below his ears when wet but that’s new to him, he’s always had a buzz cut since he was a kid. He never needed anything more than soap for his whole body, like the rest of the kids in the lab.

Knowing the kid was never taught how to use a shampoo put another knot in Max’s heart. Through how much has the kid gone?

She end up teaching him how to use the shampoo and conditioner. He needed a little help to get some knots out of his hair but it was easy.

Surprise surprise. Under those old rags and all the dirt was a beautiful kid with light brown hair. It was formerly a way darker color.

Even Billy who was just on his way to his room did a doble take to the boy standing patiently in the hall. He scoffed and continued on his way. Who could have thought?

Meanwhile Max was practically buried in the main closet of the house, it was more like a storage room with all the unpacked boxes, looking for clothe that would fit him. More specifically, clothes her stepbrother used, but there was nothing. She already looked for in the unpacked boxes around the house and the closet was her last option.

She debated if she should ask Billy personally. It wasn’t the best of her ideas but it was the only one. The probability of Billy slamming the door in her face where high.

She sigh. It was her only option for now.

Reluctantly, she made her way to her stepbrothers bedroom where he was gathering clean clothes to take to the bathroom. His towel was already in his shoulder.

She knocked on the doorframe a little shy.

“What?” He grumbled without looking at her.

“Can you lend me some of your old clothes. The kid doesn’t have any.” She said in a small voice.

He huffed as he grabbed a blue tank top from his closet. “Why is that my problem? He should have thought about it before running away.” He said in a low voice with a hint of annoyance.

“Come on Billy. You can’t let him freeze to death in the autumn weather. Winter is already close.” She answered with a little bit of annoyance in her own voice.

Billy slammed the door of his closet shut and turned to Max. He already had what he needed. He pointed at her with his free hand. “You said he isn’t my problem and I wouldn’t even notice him. This doesn’t seem like it.” He had a point. “Give him some of your old clothes.” He recommended walking to the door. “You dress like a boy anyway.” He insult on his way out, bumping with Max’s shoulder on purpose.

Thirteen, still in the hallway, looked at Billy in curiosity when he walked by him, even when the teenage was obviously ignoring his presence.

Max huffed at him. Well she didn’t have that much expectations in him anyway.

She guided Thirteen back to her room and sat him down on her bed.

She looked for her own old clothes through the many unpacked boxes in her room, grumbling every time something fell out of the boxes for the lack of space needed.

It took a long time but finally, she found her clothes. she organized it into tree divisions. The too small for the 10 year old kid, the clothes that fits and the clothes that will fit. All of that, after selecting the ones that looked boyish.

By the end of it thirteen already had his hair sticking out in every direction, full of static. He put on and took off everything to measure.

While they were both doing their own things, Billy was back in his room. He discarded the dirty clothes in the laundry basket and dried his hair with harsh movements of the towel. Once satisfied he threw the towel to wherever the hell it flew, he just wanted to fall on his bed and blast some music, but he was stopped when he heard a commotion at the feet of his bed.

He huffed. The towel fell on top a stack of books placed on an unpacked box and caused everything to fall.

He grabbed the towel with annoyance only to freeze when he saw the box slightly opened. The item wasn’t hidden but wasn’t visible either from the door, that’s why Max didn’t see it when she came to ask. The light left a cloth visible inside the box. The box was filled with the clothes Max was looking for and some other things of his childhood.

Memories of the few good times. When his mother was still with him and he was happy.

He hasn’t been able to get rid of the things. To sentimental. But he doesn’t want to be reminded of the past and keeps everything hidden. Just like his feelings.

Agitated, Billy grabbed the box of things, slammed his closet’s door open, threw the box inside and slammed it back shut. He walked to his nightstand and grabbed the box of cigarettes. He lighted one up with hands trembling in bottled fury and disgust towards himself and the world.

The relief of breathing nicotine and filling his lungs with the smoke was almost instant. He held his breath for a few seconds, calming himself first then letting it out just like the bad feelings.

The past is in the past, he cannot be weak anymore. He doesn’t have that chance.

To drown every remaining of that bad taste in his mouth he blasted his noisy music so loud that he couldn’t hear his own thoughts anymore.

Thirteen, still in Max’s room frowned when the music reached his ears. Billy’s door was close and so was Max’s, yet, he could still hear the music very clear. He didn’t like how it sounds.

A little thing he hasn’t told Max yet is one of his rare capabilities. Everyone in the lab new it was a possibility to gain enhanced senses once some of the kids started showing signs of it. More specifically, hearing and smell.

Whatever they did to expand the limits of their minds also better enabled the senses limited by mental capacity.

9 of the 15 kids they had developed the enhanced senses along with telepathy and psychokinetic powers. Thirteen was one of them. He only got the hearing though.

But he never got to interact enough with them because he was separated from the rest of the kids when his father found out he was a late bloomer. He was left in isolation for many hours with the excuse that it was to help him concentrate. He was raised in the east side of the lab while the rest were held in the west.

But still, he ended up better than his father ever anticipated and now he has some resemblance of freedom.

Uncomfortable with the music rumbling in his head he rubbed his ears for a moment. The security alarms in the lab were still worse so it wasn’t that much of a problem.

“Here” cheered Max grabbing jeans, a pair of socks, a navy-blue t-shirt with long sleeves and a red hoodie that has less color than when it was new for the many times it’s been washed.

Happy to cover his chilling skinny body he quickly put on the clothes. Max helped him when he managed to get his head stuck in one of the long sleeves.

At last, when he was done, he had a big innocent smile in his face that was reflected in Max’s own. The clothes fitted perfectly.

“Looking good, uh?” she said rising and lowering her eyebrows consecutively. The smile in the boy’s face widened with joy. “Now you can blend in with the others if you need.” Thirteen nodded in agreement. “Wanna read a comic now?” She asked, getting another nod as an answer.

“Magneto?” asked the boy in hope.

Max laughed a little, already grabbing an x-men comic. She knows that the boy’s favorite character is Magneto. She doesn’t know why but she likes how he thinks outside of the box. Most of the kids like a hero, but Thirteen likes a villain, just like she likes monsters. In some way, they are similar.

That’s how the first two weeks of knowing the stepsiblings went. Enjoying a little bit of liberty and not lonely anymore.

But Halloween is close, and so are other things in the dark he thought he would never see again.

Fortunately, this time he won’t be alone.

What do you think?

Any comment or constructive criticism are appreciated.

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froggywritesstuff · 1 year

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dork | max mayfield

pairings: Max Mayfield x male!reader (fem readers DNI)

Warnings: fluff, reader's a simp, swearing, kissing, not proofread

A/N: readers over 18 DNI

request: anonymous on tumblr: Can I request a male reader×max mayfield fluff, I just love her sm

You absolutely adored your girlfriend. A little too much, according to your friends. They'd constantly tease you whenever they caught you staring at her or holding her hand, but that never stopped you from doing those things. It wasn't your fault that she was amazing in every single way and you wanted her to know it. Even when you two were doing pretty much nothing, just sitting on the tiled floor with each other, the sound of the fan blowing filling the room, you couldn't help but just think of her, how amazing she was.

"Y/N what are you doing?"

"Huh?" you hummed, realising you had gotten lost in thought.

You couldn't see her face, but you could tell she was smiling when she spoke, "I asked what you were doing. Cause it definitely doesn't feel like you're braiding my hair."

Your eyes trailed down to the knotted mess of red hair in front of you, eyes widening in shock, your chest tightening with guilt, "Oh shit Max, I broke your hair."

She laughed, immediately making the guilt you felt fade into nothingness, "I doubt that." she spun around to face you, pulling her hair over her shoulder to inspect it. "Hand me that brush."

You handed her the hairbrush you would've used if you were actually paying attention, and watched as she brushed out the knots in her hair.

"How'd you even get it this bad?" she asked, smiling so you knew she wasn't mad.

You shrugged, "I was thinking and got distracted."

"What were you thinking about?" she asked.

"You'll make fun of me." you said, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"When has that ever stopped you before?"

"I was thinking about you. Cause you're really pretty and shit." you mumbled, rolling your eyes at the sound of her laugh.

"You're such a fucking dork." she said, shaking her head with a smile.

"That was established many years ago."

She shrugged, before placing the brush in your hand and jabbing her finger at your chest, "Use it this time. And don't get distracted."

You smiled, "No promises."

With a smile, she gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before spinning back around for you to re-braid her hair.

If your cheeks weren't burning before they definitely were now.

buy me a coffee <3

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hopelessrromantix · 2 years

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blood sucker | 1

steve harrington x vampire/demon!m!reader x eddie munson

chapter summary: Eddie wakes up in the middle of nowhere with a disembodied voice leading him through the woods. Steve remembers each time that weird guy was following him.

a/n: no beta, we die like Chrissy

t/w: stalker type reader, religion

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Steve, Eddie, and the Beginning of Gay Panic

As far as the town of Hawkins, Indiana was concerned, Eddie Munson was a satanic, cult leading, murderous freak that wanted nothing more than to plunge the town into eternal hell.

In some ways you were proud of him, but you were saddened by how the town turned on him.

They were all just waiting for a reason to hunt the freak.

You’d seen him run from his trailer after the death of Chrissy Cunningham. He was terrified, speeding away faster than you’d seen him drive before.

You’d watched as Steve, Dustin, and some of the group managed to hunt him down. You’d kept yourself from interfering when he held a glass bottle to Steve’s throat, though you very nearly stepped in.

You’d watched Eddie plenty of times in those woods. You’d seen him stare at you a few times, though you’d vanished before he got much of a look. You bought from him once, just to get closer. He’d thought you were weird, but still chatted for a while. Being so close to him was different. A good different.

You’d been close to Steve too, but it was usually around annoying hormonal teenagers, drunk off their asses on cheap booze. He was charismatic, though he’d talked to almost everyone. He was always popular. He’d seen you watch him sometimes, though you’d left just as quick as you left Eddie.

You didn’t know if they’d remember you. It was possible you’d left an impression, but it was just as possible that they’d forgotten you completely.

You watched closely as they managed to close in on Vecna’s curse (an odd name, but it worked). Max was one of his targets. You didn’t care much for the other mortals, but you saw how much Steve cared for her. All of those children were treated like his siblings. It was one of the many admirable qualities he had.

Steve truly cared about the people around him. Even with his rough history with Nancy and Johnathon, he protected them fiercely. And above all, the kids. He’d been assigned as their babysitter, and though he complained every time, you knew he’d die for them.

Eddie was different, though just as passionate. While you were drawn by Steve’s odd charisma, you were drawn by Eddie’s animated nature. He was over the top in the best way possible. And whether he would admit it or not, the kids in the Hellfire club were home to him. They meant more to him than he thought, and you knew he’d protect them with the same ferocity Steve would.

The only problem was that he believed he was a coward. It was one of the few things that made your heart ache (did you even have one of those? You didn’t think so).

He believed he only ran from issues, taking after his less than savory father. But he’d stayed with Chrissy longer than any coward would’ve. Even when he hid, he wasn’t afraid to fight others. Venturing into a world of unknown monsters and deadly creatures, he stood right by the group.

If he thought he was a coward, then maybe you had the definition wrong.

You’d watched him, Steve, Nancy, and Robin out on the boat, watching as Steve volunteered to dive in. Always the protector.

Eddie was less than psyched about jumping into the water, but he did so, accompanied by his usual over-the-top comments.

By now, they knew more about Vecna (the name was growing on you). There wasn’t much hope of saving Max, but you admired their persistence.

A small part of you wanted to help. With you at their side, they actually stood a solid chance of not just beating Vecna, but killing him. But you couldn’t interfere. Not yet. Not until they were safe. You could talk to them after, introduce them to the good side of being a ‘monster’. For now, revealing yourself might put them in more danger than before.

That and you had no idea how to introduce yourself. “Hi, I’m the guy who’s been watching you for years, nice to meet you”? Most humans would either think you were insane or… no, they’d just think you were insane. Usually, mortal opinions were stupid, but you actually cared what Steve and Eddie thought about you.

You watched them plan, eventually deciding that Eddie should be the distraction. You’d nearly revealed yourself to protest. The danger he put himself in would be too intense. How could he ever think himself a coward?!

Even as he blasted Master of Puppets from the top of his van, chased by demobats, he did so with a smile on his face. You admired it.

The admiration shifted to fear when he fought the bats himself.

With his makeshift bat and shield, he’d taken on as many as he could.

You were split.

You had to help him. How could you leave him like this?

But you had to stay. Interacting with humans was one thing, but saving his life?

Unfortunately, the universe made the choice for you.

Your eyes widened and your heart sank when the first tail wrapped around him, dragging him to the ground by his neck.

He’d been pinned down, his sides shredded by the bats, blood leaking out onto the ground.

You’d taken steps forward when you heard something.

“Eddie!”

Dustin’s voice cut through the noise of screeching bats as he limped his way over to Eddie’s fading body.

You stepped closer to the pair, certain that Dustin was too clouded with emotion to even notice your presence.

“I love you man.”

Tears fell down Dustin’s face as he returned the response, watching as Eddie attempted a grim laugh. It seemed he was in too much pain to pull it off.

“I think I’m finally gonna graduate,” he muttered. “I think it’s finally my year…”

Dustin tried to shake him awake, much like Eddie had done to Chrissy not long before. But just like her, Eddie was already dead.

When Dustin had finally been torn away, the group returned with two less members. One dead and one bound to a hospital bed.

You approached Eddie’s still body. You could feel how fast his life force was fading. Even without Dustin there his body completely still, Eddie was… somewhat alive.

For the first time, you approached him without worry.

You didn’t cry for him. There was no need for that.

You just hoped he forgave you afterward.

“You poor thing,” you mumbled, holding a hand against Eddie’s cheek. It was deathly cold, a contrast with the warm blood below you.

“Tell me… do you want to live?”

He was too weak to answer, simply staring at you in a mix of awe and fear. You saw the light fading from his eyes and you gripped his face tighter, giving him just enough of your energy for him to answer the question. Small, quick breaths made their way into his lungs.

“Do you want to live?” You asked once more, now certain that he could hear you.

You could see his mind racing, thoughts mixing behind his dark eyes. As his breaths began to grow thin again, you could see a final decision form.

“...yes.”

It was quiet, but you’d heard it. A smile crossed your face, though it was grim a one. There was always the chance Eddie would hate you for saving him, resigning him to the same fate as you.

You raised a wrist to your mouth, sinking your fangs into it and tearing rough cut lines.

Dark blood poured out the wounds.

It was black and oozing, much like the many ‘animals’ of the Upside Down. Perhaps you were an animal. Though if you really were, you’d be serving Vecna like the rest of them.

You raised it to Eddie’s lips, letting the black liquid fill his mouth.

The man latched on quickly, spending the remaining energy you gave him to swallow down the thick substance.

He seemed to want more, but while he was human, there was only so much he could take without dying.

“Please,” His voice was weak, once again fading.

“Shh,” You hushed, placing a hand on his chin. Your blood dripped from the corners of his mouth, streaking down the side of his face. “I’ll see you when you wake up.”

His energy began to fade again, no longer having yours to feed off of. The light from his eyes faded, switching the soft brown color to a dull black.

Though it hurt you to leave him there, you knew you’d get him back.

He just had to find you first.

Steve knew someone was watching him, he’d known for a long time.

But ever since he’d returned from the Upside Down, he’d felt like that person (or thing) was watching him closer than ever.

Years ago, he assumed it just came with being popular. That it always felt like people had their eyes on you. But as time went on, he was less and less sure.

He couldn’t pinpoint when it started. He knew it was years before, maybe when he was a sophomore? He wouldn’t doubt it was Vecna, but that didn’t make sense. He’d probably end up cursed by then, and he was still living just fine. Well, as fine as he could with Eddie gone.

After meeting Eddie, the feeling hadn’t stopped, if anything it’d gotten more intense. He’d asked Robin about it once, but she’d just called him insane and paranoid. Or crushing on the metalhead. Not that he could really deny the second one, but he didn’t think that was the cause of his paranoia.

It wasn’t until he, and some other members of the gang, hunted down Eddie that he saw a glimpse of whatever, or whoever, was keeping an eye on him.

He remembered what the man looked like. He was different from the demogorgon, much more human. If it weren’t for the shivers he’d gotten at the sight of him, he would’ve said the man was completely normal.

When he first mentioned it, the group seemed to doubt him (which, in his opinion, was bullshit, they’d been to a vine-covered reverse world with murderous monsters, was a stalker really too much?!)

The only person who believed him was Eddie.

Because Eddie saw him too.

Dustin had been preoccupied with Eddie, though Steve wasn’t really psyched, mostly because the metalhead had held glass to his throat shortly before. But he’d seen scarier, and Eddie was definitely a terrified kid (despite Eddie being older).

He’d felt the eyes on him then.

Walking through the woods, sighing as Eddie ran back to pick up his things, he looked off into the distance.

“C’mon dude, get your stuff.”

Eddie ran back, snatching a few items off the ground and glancing up. Steve lifted a brow, not knowing what was taking so long.

He was about to mutter something else when he looked up, tracking the spot Eddie was staring at.

He recognized that man. He wasn’t sure how, but he swore he recognized him.

The same face that he’d seen in a million crowds. The same one he swore came into Scoops Ahoy far too often. The one he always ran into at parties.

The dark figure stared for a moment before sinking behind a tree. Steve watched as he seemed to completely disappear, vanishing into the woods.

“The fuck?” Eddie muttered. He somehow looked less confused than Steve.

“You saw that too?” Steve asked, tilting his head. Usually, people doubted him, insisting ‘there was no man’ and that ‘he was seeing things’.

But Eddie saw him too…

“Yeah. Dunno who he is, but he shows up sometimes, I guess.”

“He shows up a lot?” Steve asked, itching for whatever information he could get.

Eddie shrugged, “Some kinda creep who hangs around, I guess. He looks like a guy who bought from me once, but I don’t know. And if the resident freak thinks you’re weird, something’s wrong.”

The metalhead let out a grim chuckle, starting to trek after the rest of the group.

Steve followed suit. He’d wanted to reassure Eddie. To tell him that Hawkin’s standard of ‘freak’ wasn’t nearly as high as it should be. That Eddie wasn’t strange (well, he was, it was just a good stange), and just because school wasn’t for him, didn’t make him dumb or weird.

But with his mind racing and Eddie drifting into his own thoughts, all Steve had managed was a small hum.

He’d spent the next hour that day forming a million and one questions. He’d asked Eddie every so often, and the other boy didn’t seem to mind sharing the information. He tried not to dwell on it for long, and with the group’s current situation, he had plenty of distractions.

But his innocent curiosity twisted into fear the second he’d entered the Upside Down.

Okay, maybe he was afraid for multiple reasons. But one of them was spotting the same familiar man he’d seen before.

Seeing a weird guy hanging out in the woods was one thing, but having that same man walking through the scary ass world full of giant murderous creatures?

Yeah, Steve was just about done with this shit.

Eddie woke up confused as shit. He was sure this hot scary ass guy was standing over him just a few minutes ago, but now he was lying on the, (extremely uncomfortable) ground in the middle of the night.

He groaned, sitting up.

When he looked around, the memories suddenly flashed back to him.

Vecna. The Upside Down. El. …Chrissy.

Dead demobats surrounded him, their bodies now still. Though they weren’t rotting, he could tell they were at least days old.

His ‘bat’ and ‘shield’ lay a few feet away, thrown when the bats had managed to grasp onto him. The oar was now splintering, the edges coated in dark blood. His shield wasn’t much better, parts of demobat wing being stuck on the spikes.

His eyes widened as the situation truly sunk in.

His hands slapped against his sides, frantically feeling up and down. His shirt, once wet with blood, was now dried and crusty. The color was too dark to make out, and had stained the once white shirt.

He gasped before feeling down his sides.

His shirt was blood-soaked, though it was now dried and crusty. Lifting it up, he was met with only blood-stained skin. The wounds themselves had disappeared, leaving scars that were barely visible through the dark stains.

The entire area had a metallic scent, surely the result of his own blood drying against the ground.

Long fingers ran down his sides, tracing the spots he remembered so vividly getting torn apart by fangs. The skin was perfectly intact, though he could feel the rough abrasion of scars.

“What the fuck,” He muttered, coughing moments after. He could feel a sharp sting in his throat, the dryness forcing painful coughs out. He wiped at his mouth, staring at his hand in confusion.

It was covered in a dark liquid, much darker than his own blood. He could taste it on his tongue. It wasn’t a taste he was unfamiliar with. It felt like the first few dinners he’d had with his uncle. When he was finally sure dinner would be there every day. That he didn’t have to step on eggshells around his guardian. It tasted like the first time he felt like he had a family.

Somehow?

He ended up licking up the rest, slightly concerned that he didn’t have any idea about what the liquid was. It didn’t matter much at the time though.

Eddie.

A deep voice shook him out of his thoughts. His head whipped around, looking for the source only to see nothing but the writhing vines of the world around him.

It was quieter than he wanted it to be. He felt like the Upside Down should have the constant roar of chaos, and the sound of monsters roaming constantly. But instead, he was met with nearly nothing.

“Hello?” He asked, not really sure what else to say. “Listen, if you’re planning to kill me, it didn’t seem to work out for the last guys.”

He dusted himself off from the ground, shifting back and forth.

There was no response as if he’d spoken into empty space.

“Well fine,” He mumbled to himself, focusing back on his body.

He felt fine, all things considered. He didn’t feel the least bit tired or sore. His previously lethal wounds felt like nothing more than ancient scars that had long since healed. Honestly, he felt great. Maybe a bit hungry, but otherwise great.

It was probably the weirdest he’d ever felt, which is a lot coming from a drug dealer. It was different from the mellow highs or bad trips he was used to. It felt more like an endless tap of energy. Like a house losing power only for the generators to kick in.

Whatever it was, it felt amazing.

His bones cracked with each movement. He leaned back, twisting side to side in an attempt to feel less stiff. It vanished quicker than he thought.

His shirt was scratchy and uncomfortable, though he was slowly getting used to the feeling of dried blood against his skin.

He kicked one foot against the ground, flaking off his dark dried blood. It was in a wide pool around him, completely coating the ground.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, kicking off more of it. The ground below was completely stained.

He spotted footprints in the blood, a bit too small to be his own.

Dustin.

Dread sank into his chest. The same dread he felt when he saw Chrissy’s body slam against the ceiling.

He couldn’t help Dustin. Not anymore.

Dustin was somewhere back in Hawkins convinced that Eddie was a rotting corpse in the Upside Down.

And as far as Eddie knew, he should be a rotting corpse.

He could remember dying. The feeling of teeth sinking below his skin, ripping up his sides.

He remembered his senses fading away. Touch went first. The warmth of Dustin’s arms around him faded away into simple buzzing. The pain flaring on his sides finally went away, leaving nothing but the intense, adrenaline-filled calm.

Sight went next. Dustin’s tear-streaked face changed to nothing but a dark blur. The endless night of the Upside Down leaves very little light.

All he could smell was his own blood, iron tearing through the air with a harsh strength.

Hearing followed, turning Dustin’s crying to white noise. He’d barely heard Dustin repeat his ‘I love you’ before it had faded away. Even his own words sounded like muffled static. At first, he wasn’t sure if he was actually speaking.

The taste of blood flooded his mouth, the metallic iron still buzzing on his tongue. The only change was the salty spike of tears.

Finally, was a feeling of a complete loss. As if he’d fallen out of the world and nothing but a cold abyss surrounded him. His vision tapered off as he choked on air.

What confused him most, was what he felt after.

He was pretty sure he shouldn’t feel anything after. Death was it. It ended there, right? And there’s no way a god would welcome Eddie fucking Munson anywhere.

But something had jump-started him. His senses flooded back, overwhelming him so much that he could barely process it. Dustin was long gone, the only warmth coming from a hand on his cheek.

“Do you want to live?”

That same deep voice had questioned him, his face coming into full view. He was handsome, his eyes piercing straight through Eddie’s skin. He felt himself shiver.

It was like a dead car battery getting jumped. The kind of energy he’d only tasted from drinking frankly insane numbers of energy drinks at 3 am.

That man.

The same one he’d seen in the woods. The same one who followed him. The same one he swore had been watching him for months.

“...yes”

Eddie!

There it was again.

He abandoned his thoughts, looking back and forth frantically. He was half expecting to get mauled by some horrifying creature. But even the vines beneath his feet didn’t seem to care about his presence anymore. Like he didn’t exist to them.

Hurry up, Eddie.

He whipped around.

“Who the fuck is that?!” He questioned, picking up his discarded weaponry. “Fuckin try me!”

The oar was rough against his hand, a few splinters digging into his skin. The pain vanished as soon as it came. He snatched up the garbage can lid, sticking the spikes out, waving his arm in the arm as threateningly as he could.

He thought he’d be tired, but he felt just as energized as always, holding out his arms and grinning wildly.

“C’MON! LET’S GO!” He shouted, slamming the oar against the spiked lid. For a moment, the only thing he could hear was the distant echoes of his own voice and the crash of metal.

I’m not your enemy.

“Likely fuckin’ story.” He scoffed at the voice. In all fairness, within the past couple days, he’d seen a hell of a lot weirder than a disembodied voice.

We can talk, Eddie. Just come here.

The voice was even and calm, the tone of a negotiator, not a war monger.

As soon as he opened his mouth to ask where ‘here’ was, he felt it. As if an invisible force was wrapped around him, lightly tugging him into the trees nearby. Considering where he was, most people would’ve turned and ran the other way.

But Eddie was done running.

He swallowed harshly, gripping his weapons tightly and ignoring the pulse of fear in his throat.

The trees were welcoming, much less scary than he’d first thought. In fact, all of the Upside Down felt less frightening.

He stepped through the trees, following a trail he couldn’t see. Vines slithered around the wood, stretching out over everything. Though he tried to avoid them, they didn’t seem to mind him stepping on them. He just hoped Vecna wouldn’t send something after him.

He’d be a liar if he said he knew where he was going, but he knew the right direction.

00He’d found himself asking ‘what the fuck’ a lot lately, so it was still debatable if this was the weirdest thing that had happened to him.

He felt more aware of the sounds around him. Every distant screech or small movement was amplified. It was overwhelming, though he did his best to push it out of his head.

“You know where I’m going, I take it?” He asked the voice, looking back and forth. He wondered slightly if this is what his characters felt like. Some random DM tells them to walk forward and blindly follow. He didn’t like it.

He was tense, as if something would attack him at any moment. It was a valid fear.

The voice hadn’t answered his question and he sighed, accepting that it wouldn’t be that easy.

The dark sky made telling time impossible. Maybe it had been hours, maybe minutes. Hell, maybe it was the fucking 90s by now.

He wasn’t sure how long he was walking. His shoes felt uncomfortable and his stiff clothes were getting scratchier with every step.

When he finally slowed down, he recognized the area. It was Hawkins, the vine riddled, dust infested version of it. It was on the edge of town, a completely abandoned section of the area. It had been bought forever ago, the owners knocking down the old house that had been on the lot.

However, they hadn’t completed their construction, leaving it messy and abandoned, a hang out spot for some of the high school outcasts. He knew it well.

But he didn’t remember it looking quite like this.

The house was new, large and lit up.

It cast a warm orange light onto the street, making a stark difference between the blue of the Upside Down and flashes of red light. It was out of place. Though he’d usually welcome the normal, warm colors of a home, it was terrifying in contrast to the current world around him. It felt wrong.

The house was older than the ones he was used to, though the condition was near perfect.

What are you waiting for?

The voice chuckled mockingly, if it couldn’t believe Eddie’s hesitation.

“Bossy,” He smirked.

He stepped up to the house feeling the spark of fear take over his mind.

Turn. Run. Get away. You don’t belong here.

But he was certain he did belong here. Wherever the hell ‘here’ was. Surely he couldn’t waltz back into Hawkins like nothing had happened.

As the school’s resident Freak, he’d always been out of place. Even among Hellfire. They all looked up to him in an odd way. They’d placed him on a pedestal he couldn’t match. He was alone despite being surrounded by those just like him.

Wherever the fuck he was right now, it was the most at home he’d felt in years.

The door was old and creaky, the rough wood pricking his skin. The inside was pristine, the ancient look of the outside providing a contrast.

It looked older than any home he’d seen, but it was as if it was just built. Even the usual particles filling the Upside Down were missing. It was a new space, a new version of whatever the Upside Down was. One belonging to you, not Vecna.

It even smelled different. A twinge of smoke and fire permeating the air.

In here.

He heard the same voice, this time through a door to his left. It wasn’t echoing through his head anymore, instead filling the hallway around him.

He opened the door, pushing it with the back of his hand, oar gripped tightly. It was a cozy living room, like something an old fashioned rich person would own in a history drama.

“Took you long enough,” you muttered, sipping what was presumably tea or another hot liquid. The steam curled up from your cup, and a small candle beside you filled the room with a warm, flowery scent. “I’ve been waiting for days.”

Eddie stared at you for a moment, eyes frozen on your form. He’d only seen you up close once, the time you’d bought from him. He knew you didn’t buy often from how unfocused you were on his supply. You seemed more interested on how his day went.

He’d seen you sitting alone at lunch tables. Sometimes people would sit with you, idly chatting as if they’d known you for years.

But the one thing he knew about you for certain, was that you looked fucking good.

Every time he’d debated asking you back to his trailer, but the word ‘trailer’ had scared off quite a few people before. In the end, he’d never asked, letting you fade into the background until the next time he spotted you in the corner of his eye.

But now you were in front of him, a warm smile on your lips. He decided he liked your smile.

“Sorry to keep you,” He said smirking, offering the more sarcastic bow he could muster. “Also, who the hell are you.”

You chuckled at his mannerisms. One of the many reasons you were so interested in him. He was always himself. So unapologetically Eddie. No matter what hatred or names it had earned him, he was always being himself. And you loved seeing it.

“I’ve watched you for a while,” You said, not telling him who you were yet. He’d likely never heard of you, but you couldn’t risk that yet.

“Yeah, you’re the weirdo that hangs out in the trees, huh?”

You hummed in agreement. “Not how I’d describe myself, but yes.”

You looked over to him, gesturing to a plush chair across from you. “Have a seat.”

His eyes flicked from you to the chair several times, before he finally took a seat. He didn’t meet your eye, uncomfortable staring around the room. He held onto his oar and shield as best he could, though he eventually placed both on the ground.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t save you,” you lamented. “Interfering would’ve only made things worse and put more of your friends in danger. ‘Vecna’, as you’ve chosen, is not someone I tangle with.” It was a fight you weren’t ready to have again.

“Wasn’t it you who did the who ‘come with me if you want to live’ shit? Isn’t that saving?” Eddie asked, motioning to himself. Now the red-brown blood was clearly visible, staining most of his clothes.

“It was me,” you started. “But I wouldn’t call that saving. More like cursing.” He was like you now. Well, as ‘like you’ as a human could be.

“Random scary guy curses me on my deathbed and brings me through the woods to his house…” Eddie said to himself. “This’d be a cool fuckin’ campaign.”

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teaaagan · 1 year

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Door

Y/N: *Kicks the door down*

Max: What did you do?

Y/N: Nobody died

Max: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

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supercap2319 · 2 years

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Y/N: *Picks up a picture frame* “So... this is your uncle Billy?”

Jason: “Yeah. It is. My aunt Max says I look exactly like him.

Y/N: “She’s right. You do look like him.”

Jason: “But I’m more handsome, right?”

Y/N: *Smiles and kisses him* “You sure are, Stud.”

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kanataka-san · 2 years

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Billy:*squeezing tightly Maxs wrist*

Max: it hurts-

(Y/N):*that swich has been turned* remove your hand or I'll do it, permanently.

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miseryandroses · 1 year

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“Sleep”

Max Mayfield x Male Reader

Max awoke with a start, the feeling of cold, dead hands on her skin still present. She breathed rapidly and shallowly as she felt the cold sweat, tears streaming down her face. It took her a few moments to calm down again and familiarize herself with her surroundings. The posters on the wall of her room, the blanket she was wrapped around in, and the feelings of your arms wrapped around her. She steadied her breathing and blinked away the tears in her eyes before sitting up, freeing herself from your cuddle and the warm blanket that enveloped her. Max looked at you and saw your face, peaceful, you laid on your side, with your gentle snore filling the room. Your rib cage rising and falling as your breathed in and out. She took one more look at you before stepping out of bed, putting on her sweater, tying up her long red hair, and heading into the kitchen while contemplating her nightmare.

Max moved to Hawkins, which felt like decades ago but in reality was 9 years ago, with her mom, asshole step-dad, and piece of shit brother, Billy. She also met her new friends but most importantly, she met you, stalking her with the rest of your friends. You were a bit taller and quieter than the rest but something drew her to you. She couldn’t even begin to fathom what she’d be getting into by talking with you and your friends. Before she knew it she was dragged into a dangerous world of monsters and alternate dimensions. Throughout it all though, you were there with her every step of the way. The two of you began dating and when the monsters came back you both relied on each other for support, but it was afterwards where she’d need you the most. Her brother was taken by the monsters and wether or not he was an asshole he was still her brother. The two of you grew distant afterwards before eventually breaking up. But then, the monsters returned, this time they came back stronger and deadlier. They targeted Max specifically using her guilt and trauma against her. You reassured her she would be fine and you wouldn’t let anything happen to her but you weren’t able to keep your promise. She was killed and you held her in your arms as she begged for you and your help. In that moment all Max could think was “Y/N, Please help me!” but you were unable to do so and she died in your arms only to be resurrected. She wound up in a coma, with her eyeballs gouged and her limbs snapped. She was asleep for the majority of time as you and your friends fought back against the monsters that began to take over your town. She was asleep as you protected her from the monsters. She was asleep when her best friend, Eleven sacraficed herself for the greater good. She woke up, however a few weeks after Vecna’s final assault on Hawkins and when she awoke she found you, sleeping on the chair next to you. Her limbs had healed and she made a full recovery. What would’ve been a hefty hospital bill was paid in full by the U.S. government. Her physical damage was treated, with a few months of physiotherapy and use of a wheelchair and crutches she’d be good as new. However the mental damage could never be repaired. Seeing visions of your deepest and darkest fears, being murdered, resurrected, placed in a coma and waking up to a different world only to find out one of your best friends died would be beyond overwhelming. She simply couldn’t just “be okay”. Other people moved on, still feeling the wounds of the battle, but you stayed with her. “Why you?” you’d both wonder. Maybe it was the fact she chose you over Dustin and Lucas, maybe it was due to the fact you stood by her during her time with the monsters, or maybe it was because you were there when she woke up. The two of you would move out of Hawkins since it wasn’t a place fit for living anymore. You still kept in contact writing each other letters. Before you knew it, senior year came around and you both got admitted into the same school. Now living together in your junior year of college, Max and you have found peace. But it isn’t always there.

Tonight, Max had the same nightmare she usually has. Billy dragging her back onto the hospital bed. As soon as he held her down she would sink into the bed and wind up in Vecna’s mindlair. There she would feel Vecna’s vines wrap around her and pull her into a pillar as they begin to choke her, before the reason of all her suffering would appear. Vecna would tell her something along the lines of “Your suffering is at an end” in his deep and booming voice. He would then plunge the claws of his left hand into her face and when he did so she could feel her bones break, her eyes collapse, and her brother’s voice. Afterwards she would fall into your hands but she could still see everything. She could see your face contort in anguish as you stared at her, just then Vecna would appear behind you. She would try to warn you but found herself unable to move as Vecna snapped your neck with his mind, your hands which wrapped around her shoulder becoming still and cold, the feeling of death enveloping her. Before she can wake she sees the look on your corpse’s face, your eyes red and bulging, face becoming blue, and blood dripping out your nose and eyes.

Max couldn’t help but think about your face. All the horrible and gruesome details were etched into her brain. She decided she couldn’t go to sleep again and began to make herself a cup of coffee. She pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes as she leaned onto the countertop in her pj’s. When the coffee was done she grabbed it and turned on the radio. Ironically, it was playing Kate Bush’s “Keep Running Up That Hill” the same song that saved her all those years ago. The irony wasn’t lost on Max as she let out a small chuckle. She kept the volume at a moderate volume since she knew you were a heavy sleeper but she didn’t want to wake you. She stood by the window and looked down onto the street from your guys’ apartment on the 10th floor. It was quiet, it was early enough for people to jog around or walk their dogs but dark enough for the street lights to be on. Max observed people going about the early hours of their day, occasionally a car or a truck would pass through. She saw a bus pull up to a stop and an old woman walked out. The bus departed and the woman walked down the street. This was Max’s second favorite time of day, where she was alone and able to think so clearly. She didn’t plan out the rest of her day. She just stood there taking occasional sips of the hot black liquid in the mug she held, absorbing the music that filled her ears, and observing the people below her.

Max was so engrossed with this little routine of hers she didn’t notice you until you let out a yawn as you walked towards her, still half-asleep, clutching a blanket over your shoulders and around your chest.

“Morning” you said groggily as you took a seat at the dining table before resting your head on it and closing your eyes.

“Hello” Max said softly as she smiled to herself.

She took in the sight of you. Your dark circles around your eyes and your messy bed head. She walked over to you and gently put her coffee cup down in front of you before planting a kiss on your head.

“Did you get out of bed just to sleep at the dining table?” Max questioned, raising an eyebrow slightly.

“No, I just wanted to sleep with you” you responded sleepily.

“Oh?” Max smirked, as she rubbed your back.

“Not like that” you yawned out in response, opening one eye.

Max chuckled to herself at your response. She then crouched slightly, rested her forehead against your head, and placed the palm of her hand under your chin.

She smiled to herself as she leaned on you. You sluggishly moved to wrap your arms and blanket around her. Max sighed in content, the music being the only sound besides your guy’s breathing, the first golden rays of sunlight peaking through the blinds and hitting your bodies.

This was her favorite time of day.

“Why were you up?” you questioned.

“Just had that same stupid nightmare” Max responded as she closed her eyes.

“Mmm” you, hummed out.

You didn’t want to say anything because you knew Max had her own way of dealing with it. You’re just glad that she was telling you the truth. For awhile she wouldn’t open up about her nightmares, getting mad and yelling at you when you pressed for answers. It took a while but the two of you got past that rough patch and became stronger for it.

The two of you held each other for the next few minutes. The song was almost over and the sun was almost up. The city was beginning to come to life. Max stood up and looked at you once more, the song was over and all that could be heard in the room was your snores. Max rose up and silently laughed to herself.

“He fell asleep again” Max thought to herself.

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