#max Mayfield fanfiction

[cunninghamschrissy]

Title: Red and The Metalhead

Pairing: Eddie Munson & Max Mayfield, Eddie/Chrissy

Rating: M for language and smoking

Tag List: @wandaloki @writervick @lynnsthoughts @historyofshipping @chrissy-crumble @starsovervelaris @wolfstrela @chrissyslipgloss @strangerduchess

Summary: After Billy died, Max Mayfield needed an older brother who wasn’t an asshole. An unlikely person stepped up to fill the role.

Author’s Note: Slight AU. Eddie is just questioned by the police but never goes on the run since Chrissy only ends up with a broken arm in 4x01, and Jason just insists upon her staying away from Eddie.

Eddie Munson was in a bad way. After that disastrous night when Chrissy had gone into that trance in his trailer and broken her arm, he’d been accused of being everything from a cult leader to the local town Satanist. Chrissy had pleaded that it wasn’t Eddie’s fault, but her boyfriend Jason had insisted she stay away from him and made a fuss until the police brought Eddie in for questioning. They’d released him almost immediately, angering Jason, but the whispers around the trailer park and other places in Hawkins told Eddie that the majority of the town still believed him to be responsible for Chrissy’s accident, and the devil’s spawn.

But, if there is was anything good that had come from the whole debacle at his trailer that night, it was that Dustin had brought some of his friends around to Eddie’s place afterwards, and made it clear that they believed he was innocent. Eddie didn’t understand 90% of what they were rambling on about, using words like “Upside Down” and “Mind Flayer”, but at the end of the evening when he finally thanked all the kids for their support and sent them on their way, Max Mayfield was the last one to leave, and before she did so, she paused in Eddie’s doorway, turning back.

“You know, uh—I saw you the night Chrissy broke her arm.” she said hesitantly. “I know it wasn’t you. You were just as upset as she was.”

Eddie shrugged, and gave her a half hearted smile.

“Thanks, Red. I just wish the whole town thought that way.” he opened the door for her as she went out. “You live around here?”

“Just right over there.” She pointed to an adjacent trailer. “My mom and I.”

“Well, it’s good to meet a new neighbor,” Eddie said. “Especially one that doesn’t think I’m the town Satanist.”

He smirked, and Max smiled in return.

“See ya later, Eddie.”

“See ya, Red.”

For a week or so they didn’t see each other again, but one morning Eddie was leaving his trailer to go to school when he saw Max bolt out of her house, backpack in hand, and promptly throw the bag down on the ground with a yell of “Shit!”. Eddie followed the path of her eyes and saw the now distant school bus turning back onto the main road.

As Max gathered up her bag and started back inside her trailer, suddenly the sound of Metallica roared up behind her, and she turned to see Eddie’s beat up van. He cranked the passenger window down, letting out the sound of “Master Of Puppets”, and yelled over the noise.

“Need a ride, Red?”

Normally Max would have politely refused and gone inside to call her mother, but this Eddie guy…he didn’t seem so bad. He was Dustin’s friend, he seemed decent, and he was the only chance she had at not having to bother her mother at work.

“Fucking buses don’t even give ya even five minutes anymore.” Eddie bemoaned as she piled into his van. “But who wants to take the bus anyway?” he grinned, and turned up the music.

Metallica wasn’t really Max’s thing, but hey, she knew the rules: not your car, not your music choice. She also knew from many an evening watching Eddie’s van careen into the trailer park that he wasn’t the best driver, but to her surprise, he seemed to actually drive a bit slower than he usually did and only rolled through one stop sign.

“Thanks for the ride.” she said, after they had screeched to a stop in the parking lot.

“No problem, Red. Glad I could help.”

As she got out of the van, Max heard the whispers of the other students as she made her way inside the school, and looked back to see several of them had watched her exit Eddie’s van, and were now watching Eddie himself too.

“What’s she doing hanging around that freak?”

“If she isn’t careful, she’ll end up with a broken arm just like Chrissy.”

“Looks like the local Satanist recruited a new acolyte.”

At the last comment, Max suddenly found herself stopping on the spot, and turning to face the preppy blonde haired girl who’d made the remark.

“Hey, shitbird, he was giving me a ride!” she said coolly. “Mind your own fucking business!”

As she turned back around to continue on her way, she thought she saw a smile twitch on the corners of Eddie’s mouth.

The next time Max saw Eddie was on a Saturday, when a sudden knock on her trailer door led her to find him standing on her doorstep with a box of cassette tapes.

“Uh, hey. I was cleaning out some of my old tapes…and I know you probably like Blondie or Bowie or some shit like that, but I just thought I’d bring these by.” he rambled, and held the box out to her. “If you hate ‘em then you can just throw ‘em out, but…here.”

Clutching the box, Max gave a shy smile and said “thanks” and watched as Eddie loped back off to his trailer.

She took the box inside and went through it, popping any tapes that sounded interesting into her Walkman. Finally, she ran across a cassette with no artwork, by a band she’d never heard of, their name the only thing on the tape, scrawled in messy Sharpie.

Corroded Coffin.

Curious, she popped the tape into her Walkman, put on her headphones, and was immediately greeted by Eddie’s voice.

“This is uh—demo 1? Corroded Coffin. Playin’ the hits.”

Eddie laughed at his lame introduction, and it sounded like a couple guys in the background did as well. Then, there was a count off of drumsticks, and Corroded Coffin launched into “Holy Diver” by Dio.

Max had to admit, they were pretty good. Not great by any stretch, and definitely not the Kate Bush she’s used to, but also not bad either. She liked it.

That evening, Eddie and Wayne were getting ready for yet another microwave dinner of the week (tonight’s selection: Beef Stronganoff) picked up from the grocery, when Eddie heard a knock on the trailer door, and opened it to see Max.

“Hey, Red.” He said, slightly surprised. He leaned against the doorway. “You like the tapes?”

“I did, yeah.” Max said. “I just…wanted to say thanks for bringing them over.”

“No problem, I’ll see if I have a couple more lying around here.” Eddie said, glancing back inside the trailer.

“Do you have more Corroded Coffin?” Max asked, before she could stop herself.

“Uh—yeah.” Eddie said, turning back, now intrigued. “You listened to our demo tape?”

Max nodded, and shrugged. “It was in the box.”

Now, Eddie invited her into the trailer and Max stood awkwardly for ten minutes in the kitchen with Wayne Munson, who kept looking between her and the beef stroganoff he was microwaving, while Eddie tossed stuff around in the bedroom down the hallway and kept muttering.

Finally, he returned with a fistful of cassette tapes and an oversized Corroded Coffin T shirt, all of which he pressed into Max’s hands.

“I’ll let you know next time we practice in Jeff’s garage,” he told her as he walked her to the door. “Maybe you can drop by.”

“Thanks, I’d like that.” Max said, and thought she felt something deep in her chest loosening. She sighed, and looked back towards her trailer. “Well, I gotta go. Mom left me dinner in the fridge.”

At this, Eddie’s brow furrowed.

“You there alone?”

“Yeah.” Max shrugged. “My mom works late tonight.”

Eddie glanced over his shoulder back inside his trailer.

“Why don’t you eat with us? My Uncle Wayne won’t mind.”

“Oh no,” Max started. “I don’t want to intrude on your dinner.” She was trying to be polite, but the allure of the beef stroganoff, albeit microwaved, definitely smells better than whatever her mother has left her.

“Trust me, Wayne won’t mind. Come on.”

Eddie ushered her back inside the trailer and introduced her to his uncle.

“Wayne, this is Max, she’s a neighbor.” Eddie said, as Wayne came to shake Max’s hand. “Her mom works late, so I asked if she wanted to eat with us.”

“More than welcome to, young lady.” said Wayne. “Although, I’ll warn ya, it ain’t gonna be anything special.”

While the beef stroganoff was about as good as what a microwave dinner can be, Max found herself liking to sit around the table with Wayne and Eddie. She listened to Wayne talk about his work at the plant, and tell stories about his nephew as a child that made Eddie flush scarlet. They circled around to the subject of music, and by the end of the dinner, Wayne was recommending country western songs to Max, who was taking notes on a napkin.

Finally, with her hands full of cassette tapes, the Corroded Coffin T shirt, several napkins, and the leftovers that Wayne insisted she take, Max walked back to her trailer with Eddie.

“Thanks for letting me eat with you.” she said, as they stopped on her doorstep.

“No problem, Red.” Eddie said casually. “Drop by anytime.”

So, that became their weekly routine. On Thursday nights when Max’s mom worked late, she would eat microwaved tv dinners with the Munsons, and listen to Eddie and Wayne debate everything from music to cars to tv shows.

Soon, before she knew it, Thursday dinner with the Munsons became familiar, routine, oddly comforting. One evening though as she was getting ready to walk over to the Munson trailer, there was a knock on Max’s trailer door.

It was Eddie.

“Hey, Red. Wayne had to stay over at work, so it’s just me home tonight—“ he started apologetically.

“Oh, that’s okay.” Max said, but felt her heart sink. “I have leftovers in the fridge I can warm up.”

“No, I just…” Eddie hesitated, then continued. “I didn’t know if maybe you wanted to come over and eat still? You know, since we’re both by ourselves.”

“Oh, sure. Lemme grab my jacket.”

Once in Eddie’s trailer, they abandoned the dinner table for the comfort of the living room, and Max and Eddie flopped down on the couch with plates of pizza in hand. Eddie switched on the tv, flipped until he found a scary movie, and both ate in silence. It was pepperoni pizza, and not great, but they had agreed to split the pepperoni between the two of them, so every once and awhile Eddie would toss some her way, and they continued in this fashion for several minutes, until finally Max hesitated, then spoke.

“Do you ever, um—do you ever see Chrissy anymore?”

Eddie scrunched his face, and for a second Max was afraid she’d touched on a nerve, but he just sat down his slice of pizza and sighed.

“No.” he said finally, defeated. “Jason won’t let her anywhere near me.”

Max opened her mouth to say something, but then Eddie continued.

“I mean, I tried to apologize to her afterwards, but he just pulled her away.” He rubbed his face with his ring-adored fingers. “I miss her, though. We—We got along good.” He finished awkwardly, and Max saw the blush creeping into his cheeks when he put his hands down.

“I could um—say something to her, maybe. At school.” Max offered. “She meets with Miss Kelly before I do and we’re always passing each other when we’re leaving.”

You would have thought she had told Eddie that Chrissy was coming over right that instant. He scrambled upright, eyes wide, and stared at her.

“Really? You’d do that?”

Max shrugged.

“‘Course. You invite me to dinner, I help you hook up with a girl who’s way out of your league.”

“Listen, I don’t wanna hook—“ began Eddie furiously.

Max turned and gave him a “bitch please” look, and he stopped.

“Don’t bullshit me, Eddie. You wanna bang Chrissy as bad as Jason Carver wishes the sun shone out his ass.” She smirked, and turned back to her pizza. “I’ll let Chrissy know you want to talk.”

Eddie stared at her for a moment, then leaned over and unceremoniously dumped the rest of his pepperoni on her plate, and Max tried to hide a smile. Maybe Eddie did remind her of someone she used to know…but a kinder, gentler version. The knot in her chest unloosened even more.

They finished the rest of the dinner badmouthing Jason, watching Day of the Dead, and eating their pizza.

The next day at school, Max headed towards her appointment with Miss Kelly with an unusual spring in her step. She usually hated her appointment days, but today…today felt different. Today…she actually felt okay.

“Hey, Chrissy!” Max pulled off her headphones and hurried to catch up with the strawberry blonde cheerleader as she exited the counseling office.

“Oh, hi.” Chrissy said, clearly unsure of who Max was and why she was chasing her down in the hallway. “Did I leave something in Miss Kelly’s office?”

“No, no, I just—“ Max hesitated, unsure of how to bring up Eddie, and glanced around, her gaze finally falling on Chrissy’s cast. “Can I sign your cast?”

“Oh, yeah, sure!” Chrissy said, brightening immediately. She fished a pink sharpie out of her bag and passed it to Max. “Thanks.”

“You know, um—I live in Forest Hills trailer park.” Max began as she scrawled on the cast. “I’m a friend of Eddie Munson’s.” She looked up to see Chrissy’s smile falter for a second, but continued anyway. “Chrissy, he really wants to talk to you, and I know Jason doesn’t like him, but please—he’s desperate. Please just find a way to talk to him.” she finished, and capped the Sharpie.

Chrissy hesitated for a moment, glanced around, and leaned close to Max.

“I do tutoring sometimes for underclassmen in English and History.” she whispered. “Maybe…you could use some help?” She raised an eyebrow, and Max smiled.

“Of course. I’m the trailer with the fence and the dog outside. Does 7 pm tomorrow night work?”

“Sure!” Chrissy said. “See you then, uh—“ she angled her arm and glanced down at her cast. “Max Mayfield.”

Chrissy and Max went their separate ways, and Max entered Miss Kelly’s office actually feeling good about their appointment. Miss Kelly picked up on her changed attitude almost immediately.

“You seem happy today, Max.” she said pleasantly, smiling at her across the desk. “Did something happen?”

Max shrugged, and her eyes drifted around the office. “I dunno, I um…I made a friend. A neighbor.”

“That’s wonderful, Max!” Miss Kelly said, making a note in her file. “Having friends close is always helpful. Is this friend a freshman too, or older?”

“He’s a senior.” Max answered, not wanting to add “multiple times over”. “But he’s…nice. He brought me a bunch of cassette tapes to listen to and invited me for dinner when my mom works late.”

“That’s really good, Max.” Miss Kelly said, sitting back in her chair and surveying Max with a smile. “He sounds like a very good friend.” She paused for a moment, then continued. “Do you think he reminds you of your brother, a little?”

For the first time, Max didn’t feel a pang in her chest when someone mentioned Billy. She didn’t see his death flash before her eyes, hear her own scream echoing in her ears. The opposite happened. She felt a bit of sadness, but mainly…contentment.

“Yeah.” she said finally, a smile twitching at the corners of her mouth as she thought of Eddie. “Yeah, I think he does.”

The next day at 7 pm sharp, Max was preparing to heat up a microwave TV dinner when there was a knock at the trailer door.

It was Chrissy, dressed in her cheerleading uniform and rocking on the balls of her tennis shoes.

“Hey, Max.” she said warmly, breaking into a smile when she saw the younger girl. “Ready for some homework help?”

As soon as Max let her inside, they heard a car screech off outside the trailer, and Chrissy glanced out the window.

“Good, that was Jason.” she said, turning back to Max and sighing. “He would only drive me here because I insisted I was tutoring you.”

Max made a noise somewhere between a scoff and a snort, and immediately regretted it when she thought Chrissy might be offended, but to her surprise, the older girl just rolled her eyes too.

“I know, he’s a jerk.”

“So…why don’t you dump his ass?” Max asked, before she could stop herself, and Chrissy looked at her gently.

“Try having a mother who thinks your boyfriend is the best thing since sliced bread.” she said simply. “Then try to just dump his ass.”

She smiled, and she and Max walked to the door of the trailer. But, before she left, Chrissy turned back.

“Hey, thanks for this.” she said, and after a second, she reached out and pulled Max into a hug. “It really means a lot.”

“Yeah.” Max said. “Yeah, no problem.”

She watched Chrissy head off towards Eddie’s trailer, and smiled herself when she saw the grin that broke across Eddie’s face when he opened the trailer door and saw it was Chrissy.

Of course the one girl in this town he’d have it bad for is the one who broke her arm in his trailer…

Max shook her head, and went off to warm up her dinner.

A few hours later, she heard talking outside, and went to the window to peek out, and was immediately greeted with the sight of Eddie and Chrissy exiting Eddie’s trailer hand in hand, and walking to Eddie’s van. As she watched, they shared a couple words, Chrissy threw back her head and laughed, and to Max’s surprise, when they arrived at the van, they leaned against it and began to kiss. She watched as Chrissy’s hands tangled in Eddie’s hair, and one of his hands crept progressively lower on her waist until it slipped under the hem of her cheer blouse.

Max rolled her eyes and shut the blinds.

God, men were gross.

That week when Eddie dropped by to invite her to weekly dinner, Max opened the door and found him practically pulsating with excitement.

“I’m…guessing things went well with Chrissy?” she asked, raising her eyebrows. “Given the fact you can’t control your own limbs?”

“Wait ‘til you fall in love, Red.” Eddie grinned, and wagged a finger at her. “You’ll get it then.”

Max rolled her eyes, and grabbed her jacket.

“You know I’m not listening to you rant about how you want to get in Chrissy’s pants all night, right?”

“And risk Wayne ripping my head off?” Eddie asked, giving her a look. “I only got one bed, Mayfield, I’m not trying to have to crash elsewhere.”

“Whatever…just know I’m not sneaking you in so you can crash in my place.” Max said, as they walked to Eddie’s trailer.

“You’re a liar, Red.” Eddie said affectionately, and grinned at her.

Dammit, Max thought begrudgingly, he’s right.

Later that evening, when Max headed back to her trailer with her hands full of leftovers as usual, she passed by the annoying couple’s RV and heard the conversation taking place outside.

“There goes that Mayfield girl again, coming home from the Munson trailer.” The wife was saying. “I guess that’s what happens when your mom has to work two jobs, you have to resort to hanging out with lowlifes to get dinner.”

Max felt a pang of hurt in her chest. Her mom worked two jobs to support them, not because she wanted to be away from Max, but because she wanted to give her daughter a better life. And besides, Max liked hanging out with the Munsons.

She shook her head, and stalked inside her trailer, trying to ignore the tears that burned in her eyes.

Across the way at his own trailer, Eddie had been standing on his porch having a smoke before he went back inside, and unbeknownst to Max, had heard everything.

He snubbed his cigarette out on the side of the trailer, threw the butt to the ground, and made his way off his porch towards the RV.

“Hey!” he said loudly as he approached, causing both the RV couples’ heads to snap up, and for Max to raise her window blinds to look outside. The RV guy stood up to meet him, but Eddie kept walking directly up to him, unfazed.

“Let’s get something straight: you have a problem with Max Mayfield, then you have a problem with me too, understand?” he demanded, then leaned closer. “And you don’t want that.”

He leaned back, gave the RV couple a withering look, and stalked back to his trailer without a glance behind him, and Max found herself feeling a rush of affection for Eddie. The tears brimmed in her eyes, and overflowed.

The snide comments from the RV couple stopped after that, but Eddie never knew Max had heard what he said until later that week when he dropped by her trailer to get her for weekly dinner. To his surprise, he had to knock twice, and was raising his hand to knock again when Max suddenly bolted out of the house and into his arms.

“Whoa, hey!” Eddie said, a bit surprised. He held her, and patted her on the back a bit awkwardly. “It’s just spaghetti tonight, alright? No big deal.”

Max sniffled a bit against his chest, but when she spoke, voice barely above a whisper, her voice was devoid of all its usual sarcasm.

“I heard what you said to the RV couple.” she whispered, and held him tighter. “Thank you.”

Eddie tried to shrug like it was nothing, but a smile twitched at the corner of his lips.

“Good news for you, Red.” he said, slinging an arm around her shoulders as they began their walk towards the Munson trailer. “I always wanted a little sister.”

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[t-h-i-n-g]

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

Come Over

(gif not mine credits to owner)

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

word count: 800

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

warnings: none but some light swearing

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Max was tired.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He just needs to stop.”

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

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

“He practically already did.”

“Literally though.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello?” She greeted.

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

“Y/n? What are you doing?”

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

“I mean why are you calling me?” 

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

“Did something bad happen?” 

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

“Oh, sorry to hear that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Cool, I’ll pick you up in ten.”

“Cool,” she repeated.

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

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

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

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

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

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[lllivia]

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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[captain-tch]

The Other Side (Stranger Things x MayfieldSibling!Reader)

Your adopted sister has been targeted by Vecna, and you will do anything to protect her.

The van was filled with a sombre silence. No one looked at each other, too focused on the task at hand. Dread was building in the pit of your stomach, your fingers nervously lacing and interlacing together.

All of you were going to take down Vecna.

A seed of doubt settled into your mind. Vecna was more powerful than anything you had previously faced, his vines polluting your darkest fears and possessing the power to make you break, all without being seen. That, and El was nowhere to be found. Why did you think you could do this?

You looked over your shoulder at your sister Max, her and Lucas chatting quietly amongst themselves. She was smiling. You felt yourself smiling too, thankful that she was at least able to feel something other than pain. 

She was the reason. She was the reason you had to be hopeful. If you didn't succeed today, there was a high chance the monsters of this world would sever the only surviving sibling you had. She wasn't blood but she was your sister. She helped you feel like you belonged in this ever changing world, made you feel sane when you questioned your sanity, she helped you by being Max.

No, you couldn't afford to lose. You would win. You had to.

"Hey." The person besides you whispered. You looked at them from the corner of your eye, taking in Eddie's anxious appearance. His knee was constantly knocking against yours. "Are you okay?" 

Were you okay? It felt like a strange question to ask. Ever since you moved to this foresaken town with your adoptive family, you had been anything but okay. After being roped into the dangers of Hawkins Lab, watching your adopted brother be brutally killed at Star Court and being trapped in the Upside Down, you were far from okay. But even after all of that, fear gnawed at your bones. You were scared, terrified, not for yourself, but for Max, who had been so riddled with grief it nearly killed her. 

And now she could die again. 

You felt a hand grab yours. The callouses on the hand - which you quickly realised was Eddie's - scratched delicately at your skin as he squeezed your hand. 

"Thank you." You meekly whispered, relishing the warm rings almost imprinting into your hand. They kept you grounded, pulling you out of the spiral of worry clouding your thoughts. In any other situation your mind would be reeling at the sudden, intimate contact with him. Today wasn't the day for childhood crushes.

You were so absorbed in your own thoughts you didn't see the pink blush spreading across Eddie's cheeks, or the knowing look Dustin sent his way. You turned your attention to the window, watching the place you began to call home rush past in a blur. 

The Creel House stared back at you. You sighed, dread taking root in your stomach. Nancy started repeating the plan. You barely listened to a word, it was already inscribed in your brain. Instead, you looked at Max. Her bright orange hair that trailed behind her when she rode away on her bike, giggling. The freckles dusted along her fair skin, disappearing into the creases of her skin whenever she grinned madly, normally because she was muffling a laugh at one of your terrible puns. The headphones draped around her neck, her lifeline before Vecna cursed her. You'd never heard a Kate Bush song but could recite the words to Running up that Hill in your sleep. 

"Good luck."

You were pulled out of your trance as Max stood up, moving swiftly out of the motor home, Lucas and Erica at her heels. You got to your feet, feeling yourself being dragged down an inch. You frowned, and saw your hand was still connected to Eddie's. He stared at you in a way you couldn't decipher, his features soft, yet fearful. "See you on the other side." 

You swallowed, licking your lips nervously. You nodded vaguely, removing your hand out of Eddie's hold disobeying your heart's orders to keep hold of him forever. Words started to form on your tongue, that knot in your stomach growing tighter. You had an overwhelming sense of wrong, and every instinct told you to run, to whisk everyone away and live every day surrounded by the safety of a lullaby.

Max.

The urge to save her was overwhelming. It overpowered the doubts, the fear, the anxiety. That small glimmer of hope gave you the strength to summon a smile at Eddie. "See you there."

You waved farewell to everyone, feet hitting the pavement outside the Creel House. The door closed behind you, the motor home giving a slight roar before zooming down the road. 

It was too late to back out now.

You sucked in a deep breath, gazing upon the house standing over you. From the outside, it looked unsuspecting, the perfect home for a typical nuclear family. You knew the secrets hidden behind the stained glass. You knew of the blood, the death, the torture seeping into the woodwork. You knew of the creature who was nourished there, of the evil that took root and made it his hub for nefarious activities. 

It was in that house, in a parallel world to the one you knew, that he pushed your sister to the brink. It was there he pushed her to the edge and caused her even more suffering. 

God, you hated that fucking house.

"Y/N, come on, we don't have all day!" Max beckoned you from the front door, waving at you madly. You huffed, picking up your pace and walking across the threshold. 

Lucas passed you a torch as soon as you entered, offering you an encouraging smile. "We've got this." 

You nodded absentmindedly, not wanting to tell him how you knew you four had definitely not got this. You were deeply regretting this plan already; you knew there was no other option to save her. You had to at least try.

Lucas and Erica split off, walking around the house trying to find where Vecna was. You heard their footsteps disappear, watching Max from the corner of your vision. She didn't move, staring at the floor. 

"Hey," you moved to stand in front of her, squatting so you were in her eye line. "Everything is going to be okay." 

"Then why are you looking at me like I'm going to die?" 

Her words left you speechless. You opened and closed your mouth, unable to form any words. Max rolled her eyes, shoving her headphones over her ears. "That's what I thought." 

She moved to go into the adjacent room, your hand shooting out to grab her arm before you could comprehend what was happening. Max looked at you over her shoulder, then at the hand on her arm. Sighing, she begrudgingly tugged her headphones off of her ears. "What?" 

"I don't mean to look at you like that... I'm just worried. I would do anything to protect you, but with this Vecna, I can't do anything except make sure Kate Bush is on repeat." You gave her a shaky smile. "You know I would jump in front of a bullet for you." 

"I know." Max returned your smile, gaze soft. "You're the best sibling I could have asked for." 

"The feelings mutual." You opened up your arms. She didn't hesitate falling into them, your arms wrapping around her like armour. "I'll never let anything happen to you." 

Max's arms squeezed around your neck. You wished you could freeze this moment forever, your sister holding you like you were the only thing anchoring her down. You wanted to keep your arms wrapped around her while she was baiting Vecna. You wanted her to be safe. 

Lucas' footfalls thudded on the wood harshly. He thundered down the stairs, freezing when he saw the moment you and Max were sharing. He cleared his throat awkwardly, forcing you and Max to pull apart. 

"Sorry to interrupt." As much as it wasn't the poor boys fault, you wanted him to disappear. You knew what him being here meant before he said it. "I think I've found Vecna."

A tense atmosphere enveloped you both. You nodded solemnly, bringing yourself to your feet. You gestured for Lucas to follow the way, blocking out his and Max's conversation, the pounding in your ears too loud to hear anything else. You had lost Billy to the Upside Down, and whilst you weren't awfully close and he tormented you for years for not being blood, it still ripped you apart seeing him perish that way. You didn't want to lose Max too. 

Lucas held the door open as you all filtered into the attic. There was what appeared to be a shrine assembled by the window, black widow spiders contained in jars. You shivered at the sight. 

Almost as if by command, you saw the torch in your hand flicker. You gulped, eyes flitting to Max. She kept her back straight, attention fixated on the shrine. She looked fearless. 

"I guess we best get started then." Max shrugged off her backpack, sitting in front of the shrine. She held the walkman in her hands, the soft hum of Running up the Hill cutting short when Max clicked the tape to a stop. 

Your heart felt like it was going to explode out of your chest. You and Lucas waited for something to happen. You wiped your sweaty hands on your pants, unable to tear your attention from Max. 

"Now what?" Lucas cut into the silence. 

You shrugged, leaning against one of the wooden beams. "We wait?" 

Max sighed deeply, breaking the quiet. She began to talk about Billy, about how she felt so guilty about him dying, about how she was relieved he was dead. You wanted to comfort her, the words dying on your lips as you noticed her eyes had become milky and her speech had come to a halt. 

You and Lucas exchanged a look. He disappeared to give Erica the signal, returning swiftly. Neither of you tore your gaze from Max. It felt like your breath was caught in your throat, waiting to see if she would start levitating. 

For the first time since Billy perished, you prayed. You prayed that a higher power would protect your sister from the thing you couldn't. You prayed you all survived this, that you all would end this evil once and for all. 

A creak from downstairs interrupted your thoughts. Both you and Lucas stood rod straight, twisting to the attic entrance. Lucas moved towards the sound; you put your hand on his arm, holding him back. 

"You stay here, keep an eye on her. I'll check it out."

Lucas didn't protest, his attentive eyes quickly falling back to Max. You resisted the urge to look back, creeping down the stairs and holding your torch like a weapon. The stairs creaked under your feet. You froze, holding your breath, waiting for something to jump out of the shadows. 

Nothing. 

Your breath left you in a gasp, your hand grasping your chest. It felt as if it couldn't get any tighter. Tightening your grip on the torch to fight the shaking of your hands, you moved throughout the house, peering around corners and jumping at your own shadow. After scouring the house for five minutes and not seeing anything, you felt the anxiety ebb away. 

The torch fell loosely by your side. You kicked yourself for being so easily spooked, for being so easily pulled away from Max's side. As you turned around to retreat back upstairs, a flash of green caught your attention. You wanted to tell yourself it was a trick of the light - you couldn't lie to yourself when you heard a slight thud and curse words muttered. 

Your muscles tensed. Your eyes darted between where the figure had now appeared, their back to you, and the way to the attic. 

They had blocked your path. 

You swore the blood circulation had been cut off in your fingers from how tightly you held the torch. You crept forward as slowly as you could, praying the old house would be fair to you and not reveal your presence. A higher power mocked you; as soon as your foot fell, a loud creak echoed throughout the silence. 

The man spun around. Jason Carver stood in front of you, eyes erratic. He looked almost gleeful when he saw you, smile twisting manically. 

"Hey, Y/N, right?" You swallowed nervously, nodding your head. Subconsciously you felt your eyes move towards the attic, hoping he wouldn't go anywhere near Max. You needed to distract him. 

"Do you know where Lucas is? I'm worried, he's my friend, and I think that monster," Jason all but spat the word, making you shrink back against your will, "has corrupted him." 

"Sorry, can't help." You shrugged, drawing up a facade of nonchalance. "I think Max mentioned them both going to the arcade?" 

"Oh really?" Jason took a step closer to you. You resisted the urge to retreat backwards, standing your ground firmly. "Because me and the boys passed it on the way here. It was closed." 

You really hoped he couldn't sense the sweat beginning to bead on your skin. "Look, my sister is an angsty teenager, do you really think she tells me the truth twenty four seven? Just because I'm her sister doesn't mean I'm privy to all the details of her life." 

Jason didn't look convinced. He took another step closer. This time you instinctively stepped backwards, spine smacking into the wall behind you. He leaned closer to you, his face impossibly close to yours, eyes flickering across your features. 

"I think you're lying." 

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, to buy the kids more time, when the floorboards above your head creaked. Both of your heads snapped upwards. Your gaze connected with Jason's, his eyes wild. He turned on his heel. 

You needed to buy them time. 

Before you could think, you kicked his shin. It was a fairly weak shot, the kick not knocking him to the floor, but hard enough to know you were there. It was a warning. Jason froze, turning slowly around. Your breath caught in your throat. 

He looked manic. 

"Jason, think about what you're about to do." 

He smirked. There was no trace of the arrogant, peppy basketball player who's charm could disable anyone in a ten metre radius. No, he reminded you more of a cheshire cat. 

"Oh, I've thought about this long and hard." Before you could process what was happening, he was pushing you backwards, your back slamming harshly into the wall. You ignored the flare of pain, stumbling to remain upright. He grabbed your neck, pinning you to the wall. His grip on your neck was tight, your breath leaving you in a raspy gasps. 

He leaned closer to you, whispering on your skin. "If anything gets in my way, I'm willing to do anything to avenge Chrissy." 

You pawed at his hand, eyes catching the torch still in your grasp. Without a second thought, you smacked the torch into the side of his face with a resounding crack. His grip from your neck instantly released. You sucked in big gulps of oxygen as he stumbled to the side, hand cradling his bleeding cheek. 

You forced yourself to speak, the words scratching at your tender throat. "This is bigger than you, Jason. Go home." 

He fixed you with that deadly stare again. 

He was on your like a shot, his fist pummelling your face before you could comprehend it. Your nose erupted in pain, blood gushing down your cheek. You fell backwards, Jason catching you before you fell to deliver another hit to the face. His fist kept flying towards you. You endured a symphony of pain. 

You felt yourself get weaker with each hit. One of your eyes had swollen shut and the darkness was beckoning you. Jason dropped you carelessly to the ground, not sparing a glance at your limp form. You tried to shout, to scream, to give Lucas and Max any form of warning - each time you opened your mouth, his fist was there. The words were throttled into silence. You drifted out of consciousness, sending one final prayer of protection for your sister before blacking out. 

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You woke up in a haze. Your head was foggy, and your sight was blurry. Your face felt like it was on fire and you couldn't suppress the groan slipping past your swollen lips, pushing yourself to sit upright. Your head swam with the movement. 

Shouting from upstairs caught your attention. Max. 

You bolted to your feet, teetering in place. You didn't let this deter you, stumbling towards the attic. You clung to the banister, all but dragging yourself upstairs, closer to the sound of the ruckus. 

It took you a moment to take in everything that was happening. Lucas was backed into a corner, his hand raised defensively in front of himself. Jason's back was to you. Max was hovering in the air, her legs and arms limp. 

It wasn't working. The plan wasn't working. Max's walkman was nowhere to be found and Jason was going to be one of the reasons your sister would die. The pain was non-existent now, replaced by a pure unfiltered rage. 

Lucas' eyes fixed on you. You raised a shaky finger to your lips, demanding him to stay silent. He slightly shook his head, his way of discreetly warning you but you weren't thinking clearly, thoughts occupied with Max's levitating body. 

Jason was rambling some nonsense. You paid no mind to it, creeping as quietly as you could behind him. He was within touching distance. The rage fuelled you to hook your arm around his neck, dragging him towards you. He stumbled, his words halting as he flailed. 

"Y/N!" Lucas cried out in warning. You were deaf to it, tightening the grip on Jason. 

"Go help her, now!" You commanded, arm trembling with the sheer pressure you were applying to Jason's neck. You were still weak; Jason sensed that. One moment he was fighting underneath you, and the next he'd pushed you away. You collapsed to the floor with a thud. Jason didn't even pay you any mind, moving towards Lucas with deadly intent. 

Under his feet, a distinct crack fractured the silence. 

He'd broken the walkman. 

It felt as if the world stopped. You heard that crack on a loop in your mind, the sound of Max's death warrant having been signed.

Jason.

Jason.

Jason.

Adrenaline brought you to your knees, ignoring the flares of agony consuming your body. Hatred supported you to a stand. Grief sent you forwards, spinning Jason's body towards your own so you could stare at him as you -

A bang echoed throughout the house. 

Fire. Burning agony you had never experienced before exploded in your abdomen. 

Lucas gaped at you, staring at your stomach. Frowning, your eyes followed his gaze, breath stuttering when you saw the blooming red starting to spread there. 

Jason's eyes were wide in panic, frantically looking between you and Lucas. His strong demeanour quickly crumbled, him sputtering out his words. "I didn't mean - the gun was just for show!" 

You didn't have any time to react, hearing a crack. Your hand weakly pressed on your stomach. Above you, Max's bones had begun to break. 

You were all transfixed, tears streaming with each crack. With each deafening sound you realised you had lost. Max was going to die, you had been shot and Vecna would have won. 

It would all be for nothing. 

You felt yourself growing fainter by the minute; you refused to sit down. You were waiting for Max, waiting for her to pull through. 

Another crack. 

Please don't die. 

Another crack. 

Please don't die. 

Her eyes began to bleed, the blood streaming down her pale cheeks. You heaved out a cry, giving into your body as you collapsed weakly to the floor, slumped forwards. You were sobbing into the floor. She was gone, she was really gone. 

Max's body fell to the ground. Lucas caught her, pulling her into his arms. You forced yourself to crawl towards her, leaving a trail of red, grabbing her hand with your own bloody one. 

"Max." You whispered, feeling her body tremble under your touch. 

"I can't see." She gasped out breathlessly. "I don't want to die." 

"You're not." Lucas reassured her, his voice thick. 

When you felt Max still, you died with her. You sobbed, holding her hand so tight. 

This was a nightmare. This was a nightmare.

Wake up.

Wake up.

You need to WAKE UP.

Max's still body became a blur. You tried to force yourself to focus, to allow yourself more time to commit her features to memory. With each passing second, more of her features were lost, until she was nothing but a senseless blob.

You tried to stay awake, tried to stay conscious. You tried to keep holding her hand, your last connection to her.

Your worst nightmare had come true.

All of this was for nothing.

Your heart turned to stone as the cold reality around you faded away.

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chapter one of my new ao3 fic, Help Me Live Again, is now up!!!

Help Me Live Again :))))) it's a sweet little (maybe) max mayfield (mental) recovery fic! it's been fun to write chapter one so i hope you all enjoy it!

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Summary: It had been weeks since that night. It had been weeks since the eathquake had hit Hawkins. It had been weeks since everyone's lives were flipped around--and Steve still hadn't visited her in hospital yet.

Warnings: just angst, lots of angst, spoilers for season 4 vol 2, swearing

Word Count: 4.8k

A/N: idk why i am on an angst run these last few days but happy birthday to @brizzlovesyou because she bullied me into writing this fic and after months i finally finished it!! hope you enjoy crying on your birthday xx 

Steve cleared his throat as he shuffled into the hospital room, the door closing softly behind with a small click and only the beeping monitors and low hum of the AC accompanying him in the room.

 He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her face as he stood at the bottom of the bed, almost like he was waiting for a reaction. And yet, still found himself disappointed when nothing happened.

Steve tore his eyes away from her unconscious body, instead shuffling towards the scrappy metal chair that was camped at the side of her bed. He settled himself in the seat, elbows on his knees and tried to think what the fuck he was even doing. 

“I, uh, don’t know if you can hear me,” he spoke up suddenly, eyes moving back to Max’s unresponsive body. “Robin says people can hear in comas and stuff, but…uh, most people in comas don’t—” 

The words quickly died down, the truth choked up in his throat because he couldn’t say it. He couldn’t say what had happened because the second he said it out loud, it was true and Steve didn’t think he was ready to admit that. 

Steve didn’t think he was ready to admit to himself that Max died because of their mistake—because of his mistake. 

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Zoomers and Noisemakers

Summary: On another boring afternoon, Eddie asks Max to teach him how to skateboard. She agrees in exchange for a guitar lesson.

No warnings or ships! Technically part 5 if you're going in order but they can all be read standalone!

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    The sun beat down on the trailer park on another hot summer day, just like the last stretch of days that had just passed by.

    Eddie had a cigarette hanging lazily out of his mouth and was plucking away at his guitar to make muted sounds sans amplifier, trying to keep time with the dull sound scraping of Max’s skateboard going back and forth between her two homemade ramps. The repetitive motions made both of their minds start to glaze over until the boredom hit, and Eddie stopped playing to watch Max skate instead.

    It looked kinda fun, he thought. She felt his eyes on him and slowed to a halt.

"What?" She asked curiously.

"...do you think I could learn to do that?" He asked, looking at the board in her hands. Max raised her eyebrows. 

"You want to learn how to skate?" She asked incredulously, and he frowned at her disbelief.

"What's so surprising about that? I think it fits the whole look!" He said, gesturing to himself and Max squinted suspiciously.

"That right there was enough to tell me that you're not ready." She said, overly haughty with a dismissive shake of her head.

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"Alright, what's the right answer?" He asked, and she put the board down and pushed herself towards the ramp.

She thought as she jumped up the ramp and landed with a thud and she grinned smugly while he rolled her eyes.

"Are you really saying that you don't do all this just to look cool?"

"No way, it's more than that. It's like…a video game. You practice over and over until you get the high score on the cabinet and it's super satisfying." She accentuated the end of her sentence by jumping up and flipping the board under her feet. "It's like that- but faster-"

She did another trick, and came to a halt. "Also it makes me look cool."

Eddie grinned at her, squinting into the sun. 

"Sounds a little like playing guitar but with more injuries." he mused, and she nodded, still rolling back and forth with the methodical and steady scraping sound of the wheels.

"Sorta."

"Do you play an instrument?" He asked, and she shook her head.

"Nah, always kinda wanted to learn, though." 

"Do you want me to teach you?"

She thought for a second and shrugged, stopping again.

"Can you teach me Kate Bush songs?" She asked, and he smiled. 

"I'll have to learn one first, but sure. On one condition, though."

She raised an eyebrow.

"Just one skateboarding lesson to see if I'd be any good. Pleeeease?"

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Wayne saw Susan hanging up laundry outside on that sunny day and decided to bring her over a cup of coffee.

"Morning, ma'am." He said with a toothy grin, and handed her a carefully selected mug. 

"Oh! Thank you, Wayne." She took a sip and made a noise of satisfaction. "Our coffee maker has been broken for a week and I haven't gotten around to fixing it yet, so I really appreciate it."

Wayne grinned, taking a sip of his own coffee, and followed Susan's eyes to their kids. Eddie had on a helmet, knee pads, elbow pads over the leather jacket, goggles, combat boots, and gloves. Bad sign. 

 Worse sign, was him holding Max's extra skateboard, and she was miming how he should stand. 

"That doesn't seem like it's gonna end well." Susan said, sipping her coffee. 

"No I don't reckon it will. Boy's got no coordination whatsoever." Wayne frowning and shaking his head, also taking a drink.

They both continued to watch as Eddie took his first nervous steps onto the board, holding onto the top of Max’s head to stay upright while his other arm swung around waving wildly in terror and an attempt to balance. The coffee warmed them up and they both made satisfied mmm sounds as they cradled their mugs. 

"Think we should stop them?" Susan asked, glancing at Wayne, who shrugged. 

"Eddie'll give it up faster if he doesn't think we know." he muttered astutely

"That's a good point. I'm pretty sure the main draw for Max at first was getting better than anybody that told her it wasn't for girls."

"She do it?" Wayne asked curiously, and Susan grinned proudly. 

"Of course she did." 

Wayne smiled too. "Of course she did."

Eddie wobbled again and took his first fall, somehow head first 

After an hour and a bumped nose, Eddie was sitting on the ground breathing heavily, holding a tissue over his face despite the lack of blood. 

"I'm sorry, Max- I'm admitting defeat. I'm not a zoomer like you." He said while still catching his breath. She snorted a laugh and sat down next to him, slugging him on the shoulder lightly but still feeling bad when he winced.

“Like fuck you’re not- just because you’re better driving the car than riding behind it doesn’t mean that you’re not zoomer material.”

Eddie grinned, feeling his bruised pride healing up by a warm campfire. 

Guitar, however, was proving a bit more productive. Eddie listened to the song she chose a couple times and tried to sort out the notes but gave up and went to the music store instead, steadfastly ignoring the raised eyebrows of the regular cashier. 

The song was a little harder to learn than he thought, and he spent like a week simplifying enough for her to learn it before anything else. 

Susan hadn't fixed the coffee maker yet, and she wouldn't lie and say that wasn't making the outdoor concert any easier. 

Eddie was trying to teach Max how to play guitar. Max had always been very determined as far as practice makes perfect goes, but clearly something about this wasn’t coming naturally enough to start with. 

    “Eddie this stupid guitar is built for your huge weird monster hands. Why are the thingies so far apart?”

“Don’t insult the Dragonslayer- which thingies?” 

“Shut up, you know. The bars.”

    “The frets.” He corrected, and she glared at him.

    “Don’t start with your lingo.”

“That’s what it’s called!”

    “This machine slays dragons- what does that even mean?” She asked. “Isn’t it supposed to say this machine kills fascists? What kind of statement are you even making with this?”

    “What? It’s not a statement it’s just- “

    Susan grimaced seeing the argument, hoping that she wasn’t about to see the destruction of the friendship that had brought her daughter so much stability over the summer implode due to her frustration.

    Wayne came over with a different mug filled with coffee with a little cream and handed it to her. She took it and smiled at him gratefully, feeling warmed by the recurring gesture and the bit of friendship she herself had found alongside it. She hadn’t realized how much she needed it, or how much of a difference a warm ever-changing mug in her hands every chilly morning would make. 

    “What have we got today?” Wayne asked curiously, eyeing Susan carefully until she took her first sip with both hands curled around the mug and exhaled in satisfaction to be sure he’d added the right amount of sugar and cream before he drank as well, and looked back to their kids.

    “I believe Eddie is trying to teach my daughter how to play guitar.”.

    They watched as Eddie tried to explain and Max just got more frustrated.

    “You were the one that wanted to start with Kate Bush and not itsy bitsy spider.” Eddie complained at her frustration after the fifth time he couldn’t get her fingers to get to the right notes.

    “UGH- you didn’t tell me that was an option. Teach me that one.” She thrust the guitar forward and he stood up in refusal.

    “No! That’s boring- you’ve got this. You’re just getting too in your head. Just like…jam out a little!”

    “I don’t know how to jam because I don’t know how to play.”

“I know that! I’m saying just do whatever. It’s great. It just makes noise.” He said excitedly, and Max’s eyebrows raised.

    “While that does explain an awful lot about you- I don’t want to just make noise, though- I want to like- play music or whatever.”

    “Ok, well, make some noise and we can make that music.”

    Max rolled her eyes, not really liking this game, and strummed randomly on the strings, and Eddie made two odd sounds.

    “What was that?”

    “Nothing. Why’d you stop?”

    “Because I’m not doing anything.”

    “It’s music, Max! Max, feel the music.”

“Stop saying music like that, Eddie.”

    “Max.”

    “Eddie.”

    “The music, Max.”

    “Stop.”

    “Maxine.”

    “Edward.”

    “Maxine.”

“Edward.”

“…it’s about the music.” He whispered, and she slammed on the strings again in retaliation, and he made the two sounds again.

    “That- what was that?”

    “Keep playing and maybe you’ll find out what it is.” He teased.

    Max groaned with a hidden smile and just strummed the strings of the guitar as wildly as she could, and dropped her mouth in oncoming laughter when one of Eddie’s hands went outwards and another went towards his face like a microphone.

    “It doesn’t hurt me- The tune was recognizable in the strangled sounds he was making. Eddie could sing, she was pretty sure that it was him that she could hear singing softly while smoking on his porch late at night. This was noise, plain and simple.

Max put her fingers over the strings to stop it ringing, and he put his arms down onto his hips.

    “What was that?” she demanded.

    “Yooou were the one who told me to stop saying music in a weird way and now I can’t explain- keep playing for me my young friend!” he declared grandly, and she rolled her eyes as obviously as she could.

    Max started to strum the guitar randomly again and Eddie’s arms went out again.

    “You wanna know that it doesn’t hurt meeee?You wanna hear about the deeeealll?”

Max tried her best to at least hit the strings where the words went.

    “If only I cooooould I’d make a deal with gooooood-”

Max stopped again, it took Eddie a little longer.

    “Literally stopping right there was treasonous.Why did you stop playing? This is a concert!” He shouted gleefully to the nonexistent audience.

    “No it isn’t!” a distant voice called.

    “Then go home!” Eddie shouted back, and Max snorted a laugh.

    “I am home!” the voice said, but Eddie waved it off.

    “Do you know all the words?” She asked, a little bemused, and he tilted his head.

    “Yeah? You lent it to me ages ago-I had to listen to it like 30 times to figure out the notes so I could teach you.”   

    Max looked a little surprised, and for a moment Eddie wondered if he had done something wrong, until she smiled, and unhooked the strap from over her head.

    “I wanna hear you play it, then.” She said, handing the guitar back, and he took it gingerly.

    “Are you sure? I learned it to teach it to you.” he said, oddly confused, and Max sat on the picnic table.

    “I just wanna hear it.” She said with a smile, and he nodded his head, a little flattered.

    “Fine- but I need you on percussion.”

    “What does that mean?”

    Eddie looked around until he found a bucket full of tools that he surreptitiously dumped on the ground and presented to her upside town.

    “Do you know how it goes? The ch-ch chhh ch-ch chh”

    Max gave the bucket a few practice taps and Eddie gave her a thumbs up and sat on the bench beside her.

    Susan and Wayne’s heads turned in surprise when the music changed from unbearable noise to something quite…nice. 

    They looked sweet, Max on the bucket drum while Eddie sat next to her plucking away. It looked so peaceful and sweet that Wayne and Susan almost went to grab the camera.

Eddie began to sing. Not shriek or whatever that sound was before, just the words to the song as best he could, a little more pitchy than he’d like but all three of his visible audience and a few people inside smiled at the sound

He continued to play, and as it got to the next rousing chorus Max looked excited at the buildup, but seemed a little let down when he continued to softly croon instead. When she saw him grin she made an annoyed noise.

"Max I wish- Max I wish- you were singin with meeeee" Eddie sang along to the tune.

"Noo- just play it."

    “See how deep the bullet lies!” Eddie belted out so loudly and suddenly that they an Max jumped.

    “I thought you were just gonna play it?”

    “Max at least give me some back-uuup?” He sang along to the tune, then stopped playing and looked at her.

    She snorted a laugh and acquiesced. “Yeah yeah, yeah yeah.” She said to the right beat but in a flat voice, and he started playing again.

"There is thunder in our hearts!."

Eddie kept singing while Max supplied the  appropriate yeah-yeah-yeahs and she occasionally started a line before tapering off, though she sang a little more each time.

    Wayne and Susan both glanced at each other. Susan, because Max had been listening to the tape nonstop since it came out, Wayne, because Eddie had been practicing it for a week, and counted down as the two of them sang badly together.

    3-2-there they go.

    Top of their lungs both of them belted out the first rendition of the chorus.

    Susan couldn’t stop grinning, because Max had seemed to have completely forgotten that she was in public, or perhaps knew and truly didn’t care. The drum was ignored as she started singing overly dramatically with her arms with enough irony to make it fun but real enough that she was still letting something out.

 They both cackled as it came to a close but Eddie kept singing without missing a beat, and Max cheered and kept playing the bucket while he belted the rest out horrifically loudly with her joining him with the background vocals. 

    He finished the song grandly, standing to bow while Max cheered, but he grabbed her hand to pull her up standing to bow alongside him. Her cheeks turned red but she did, with an arm out grandly as her mom and Wayne gave them a standing ovation, along with a few claps from around the trailer park as the two of them kept laughing, unembarrassed and clapping their hands in applause for themselves as they turned another boring summer day into one to remember.

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on the matter of running up that hill (angst, introspection, 1.3k)

It doesn't hurt me

Do you wanna feel how it feels? 

Do you wanna know, know that it doesn't hurt me? 

Do you wanna hear about the deal that I'm makin'? 

max is lying on the floor of billy's room.

the room still reeks of him somehow. months into him being gone. dead. not gone like he'd planned; leaving hawkins behind in a cloud of dust while he's pushing the camaro past its limits. 

billy's dead and what was left of the camaro has been sold as spare parts. max has to start accepting it.

it's not like she can forget it. not when everytime she sleeps she lives through it again. 

in his room it's easy to pretend though. his cologne lingers in the corners and the covering of the couch keeps the smell of cold smoke. 

max hasn't ever expected to find the smell comforting.

And if I only could

I'd make a deal with God

And I'd get him to swap our places

Be runnin' up that road

Be runnin' up that hill

Be runnin' up that buildin'

Say, if I only could

part of her doesn't even quite understand why she can't face it head on. 

not like it's supposed to hurt. billy hated her. she hated him. 

but kate bush is singing into her ears, drowning out the screaming of neil and her mother, and something rings so true. 

You don′t wanna hurt me

But see how deep the bullet lies 

Unaware I'm tearing you asunder 

max has spent a lot of time trying to remember every meaningful interaction she had with billy.

she’s gone through the rage filled months directly before and after they moved to hawkins. the days on the road when they moved and screamed together to his music because they both never learned how to deal with anger in a way that wasn't letting it out.

she’s gone over that time when he came into her room when she was reading and sat down on the floor by her bed time and time again. when he'd rested his head on the edge of the mattress and turned to her, giving her the full view of the slowly healing bruises and cuts on his face. bruises that neil put there because billy failed at bringing her home. she remembers the shame burning through her, the awful mixture of guilt and righteous anger. and it's becoming harder and harder to remember the exact sound of his voice but she remembers how he said i'm sorry then. an awful, foreboding echo of his last words. 

the months that followed where they were fine, where she understood and didn't cause him any more harm by not knowing and pushed his luck by being late. where he stayed away from her friends and their fights lost their vigor.

she remembers every single time the two of them laughed together about stupid shit.

Oh, there is thunder in our hearts 

the song might as well could been addressed to billy. he was all thunder. so much rage stored in 6 foot human being. a loudness that scared the shit out of max. 

he was never really lightning though. 

only loud, empty noise that couldn't actually harm. 

max hates the nightmares the most when she remembers him in the sauna, after he was forced to actually cause harm and the way it twisted him up. the way he cried, and begged, and how helpless he seemed. 

max keeps getting pulled into analyzing his actions like she can finally figure him out past the grave. ultimately, she doesn't know if billy loved her. but he died for her and her friends. 

Is there so much hate for the ones we love?

Oh tell me we both matter, don′t we? 

max does know that he hated her sometimes. the two aren't mutually exclusive though. she's learned that lesson well enough. 

every day she wakes up and doesn't know if it'll be a day where she cries for her big brother or a day where she curses his name.

she’s been thinking about the memory el saw of him and his mother in california. max never really knew billy when he was happy. sometimes in the middle of the night the knowledge that that must have been one of the last times he was ever actually happy settles on her chest and presses the air out of her lungs.

You

It's you and me

It′s you and me, won't be unhappy

she knows she was luckier than him. she was happy with her dad. and she’s happy with her mom most days. she was happy before july. 

but how is anyone supposed to be happy after seeing their stupid, awful brother sacrifice himself? 

her mother picked up the tape for her. max likes the entire album but running up that hill has taken the top spot for her.

And if I only could

I'd make a deal with God

And I′d get him to swap our places

Be running up that road

Be running up that hill

Be running up that building

See, if I only could

billy would hate it. or rather he'd pretend to. she's stolen his fleetwood mac and springsteen tapes. (is it still stealing when the person you're stealing from is dead?) he wasn't half as picky when it came to music as he pretended to be. 

max is fairly sure he'd like this. it's sad enough. tough at the same time. he'd like the way kate makes her business clear the moment the song starts. she's making the deal, it's not up for debate for her.

billy never really had a thing for church, for the concept of god though. maybe that would set him off.

she drags herself up on the bed and curls into billy's pillow. 

It's you and me

It's you and me, won't be unhappy

the smell of his hair is fading quickly. maybe because her own hair is covering it up. she hasn't slept in her own bed in weeks.

max hears the words and yearns. because that's what she wants. she wants to be gone in billy's place. let the fucker deal with the confusing feeling of guilt and hate and anger and so much pain it keeps choking her. max has had it. if she could she'd rather not feel at all. 

Oh, come on, baby

Oh, come on, darling

Let me steal this moment from you now

Oh, come on, angel

Come on, come on, darling

Let's exchange the experience

one of the worst things though is that she knows for a fact that billy wouldn't allow it to happen. billy wouldn't have ever let anything actually bad happen to her. the only person who was ever allowed to be mean to her was him. 

he shielded her from neil and he hated lucas the moment he saw them fight, a threat to her wellbeing in his eyes, one that he couldn't control. he pushed people over at the skate park  when they made her fall after they’d only been living together for a month, and he lost it when he found her alone in the middle of the night with a bunch of boys he didn’t know. with some distance a few things have started to look differently. 

she still doesn’t know why he protected her, if it was a sense of obligation, the threat of neil or actual affection. she’s never going to know.

he was still a piece of shit and he hated her guts and she hated him and she misses him so much it makes her want to die. 

there is a rooted knowledge in her stomach that knows they would've gotten better, that they already were doing much better, more talking and less yelling. 

it makes her sick to think about.

she owes billy. she owes him more apologies than she can count. and she owes him her life and her friends' on top. 

and she'll never even get to say thank you.

she hears his voice clear as day in her head. 

And if I only could

I′d make a deal with God

And I'd get him to swap our places

I′d be running up that road

Be running up that hill

With no problems

i'm sorry. 

max turns up the volume on her walkman.

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Boxing Day (Max Mayfield)

Hawkins, Max had decided, wasn’t actually as bad as she’d made out to everybody she passed. Sure, it wasn’t home yet and she hated that living with Billy and her stepdad felt like she was always walking on eggshells; but at least the roads were good enough for skating. The people were strange, though. And it wasn’t that she hated everyone. Lucas and his friends were possibly the strangest of everybody, but they were also the ones that had made her feel the most at ease. They were the ones who, despite the dangers she’d seen with them, had welcomed her. She liked the way Dustin’s sarcasm seemed to pick up the moments her own missed; she liked the way Lucas always found a way to make her smile. She was grateful for El – now that she wasn’t worried about being replaced – and for Will, and Mike.

Still, they were all having happy days spent with family. Eleven had Hopper, and the others were all filling their day with the joys expected of Boxing Day. Expected of the families she was a little bit jealous of, even if she’d never fully admit it even to herself.

Max wasn’t sure why she’d decided to skate around in the cold, why she seemed to be making her progress towards the more affluent side of town. Towards the one house she assumed would be almost empty. If Steve’s parents hadn’t got back from whatever trip they were on, then he’d be alone; if they were, the place would probably be almost as tense as her own house had been.

Steve Harrington’s house was much larger than she’d been expecting. Dustin had pointed it out to her once when he was showing her around Hawkins. Steve had never outwardly mentioned to them about how his Christmas was going to be, but she’d seen the sadness behind his smile when they were all excitedly chatting about what they were going to do over the Christmas break. It was the same smile she’d tried to offer them herself.

Max stepped off her board and kicked it up to hold. Part of her wondered if this wasn’t the stupidest decision she’d ever made. Steve probably had better things to do with a possibly free house, or he might even be enjoying some time with his family after so long apart. And, after all, he was the one that looked out for them. Getting some time to himself was probably the exact thing he deserved.

But Max had needed to do something, and checking in with him was one of the things she could control.

Taking a deep breath, Max started up the pavement towards his door and knocked before she could change her mind.

Silence followed the noise – the noise that had sounded far too loud to her ears. Perhaps he was somewhere else, or simply ignoring the door.

She was about to cut her losses and head back to her skating, when the door was pulled open. Instead of seeing the slightly baffled expression of Steve as he realised who it was, she was greeted by the grinning face of Dustin.

‘Max!’

‘What’re you doing here?’ she asked, but she could hear the excitable chatter of other people in the house. Smell something that was distinctly like roast beef.

Dustin stepped aside, ushering her into the hallway. ‘Looks like we all had the same idea.’

There was a chorus of hellos from the living room as she appeared in the doorway. Dotted around the room sat the others: Lucas was on the sofa with Mike, Steve sat in an armchair with a small smile on his face; Jonathan leaned on the wall opposite. She could hear Nancy and Will talking in the kitchen, followed by the clattering of pots.

Perhaps Boxing Day really wasn’t going to be anywhere near as bad as Christmas had been.

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🍦 — Fluffuly #2

— prompt : brotherly/sisterly love @fluffuly2022

— pairings : Platonic Steve Harrington & The Hawkins Gang

♡ kinda canon divergent because of el being with the gang at starcourt but i think it's a cute idea so i'm going with it ♡

"Seriously?"

Steve rubs his forehead as he stares at the six kids standing patiently in front of him.

He really shouldn't have expected this to be a one-time thing, it's honestly his own fault for not realising the kids would totally use this to their advantage as soon as they found out they could. So really, he's ready to just give in and let them through the back. But the other half of him is all 'moral compass!' and 'what if they get caught!?'

"Well, yeah! We wouldn't come here, waste our timing waiting for you, all just to say, 'Surprise, we're kidding, bye!'" Max answers matter-of-factly, which causes El to giggle behind her hand, drawing Steve's attention to her.

"Hey, and shouldn't you, like, not be out here??" Steve frowns questioningly at her, as Max steps slightly in front of her, shrugging, before answering with a grin, "What're you, our dad?"

This causes Dustin to break out a grin. Steve lightly hits Dustin on the shoulder as the rest of the group suppresses laughs at Max's words, who grins as El continues to giggle beside her.

Sighing, Steve runs his hand down his face exasperatedly. An onlooker would probably see the predicament Steve is in and see a dad struggling with his six-too-many kids, and honestly, Steve thinks that's a pretty accurate way to describe it.

Steve's eyes flicker over all the kids, Dustin grinning at him, Max with her eyebrows raised and a small smile dancing across her lips, who glances at a hopeful El when she sees Steve look at her, as if to say, 'Come on, she'd be so happy if you let us'. Steve scoffs at Max, seeing right through her manipulative gaze. He then looks over at the hopeful faces of Lucas, Mike, and Will, and he can tell that he's already lost this battle.

Closing his eyes in defeat, he sighs and steps to the side. He extends an arm in a welcoming manner, "Okay, fine, but this is the last time."

The kids cheer and high five, all sharing excitable grins, as they file past Steve and through the back of Scoops Ahoy.

"Thanks Steve," Dustin grins lightheartedly at him, "But I think we both know this'll happen again."

Steve rolls his eyes fondly at Dustin.

"Yeah yeah whatever, just don't get caught" he smiles as he ushers the younger boy through the back door, following behind his friends, "And have fun!"

Dustin stops briefly from where he is halfway down the corridor, "Aye aye, Captain!" he jokingly calls out, and salutes Steve farewell.

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hi hi, i would like to request a max mayfield x reader.

reader goes all out on their anniversary. something fluffy and romantic.

tysm<3

Happy Anniversary

(gif not mine credits to owner)

a/n: i was not expecting this to be as long as it is. i was expecting it to be half the length. anyways- thanks for the request! i’m pretty sure this is my favorite thing I wrote so far. my hearts even fluttering and im the one who made it LMAO

word count: 2.1k

summary: everything was planned out. the food, the gifts, the evening, you had everything set up perfectly. she just had to walk through the door to celebrate the anniversary of your favorite day.

warnings: none really just the normal fluff stuff, smooching, if i missed any let me know!!

st - masterlist m.masterlist

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Your room was clean, having taken care of it the day before. The dirty clothes that were once scattered now are in your hamper. The trash being discarded in the bin. Dirty dishes in the sink.

A plaid blanket taking up the space instead. You would have set this up outside, but the forecast called for rain. Instead you adapted, deciding an indoor picnic would be just as good as an outdoor one. Resting on the blanket laid a woven basket you got just for the occasion. Inside was a handful of Max’s and your favorite foods. 

Strawberries, paired with a fruit salad, some crackers, as well as bags of chips, some sandwiches sitting on top, and more food hidden underneath. This was both of yours day, you had a right to enjoy yourselves. 

Two pillows were also set out on the blanket, plates and bowls in front of them. In the center was a tier shelf with multiple different sweets on it. From macaroons to brownies to slices of cake. Your night was busy, wanting the items to be fresh for the occasion. Nancy was over to help you with all of them. You told her after hours of baking that you could handle the cupcakes on your own as the sun had already set and it was getting late. She shook her head, telling you she was more than happy to continue helping.

Hanging from your ceiling were balloons that read ‘HAPPY ANNIVER ARY.’ Steve popped the s on accident when trying to cut the tape attaching the balloon string that held it up. It was fine though, he stated when Nancy scolded him. Saying it gave the event more ‘character.’ You chuckled at him before going back to the kitchen. Taking out the watermelon from the fridge to cut up and add to the fruit salad, telling him to hang up the fairy lights on your way out.

The two of them had stayed well into the night to help you prepare for the day. Well, Steve more like just iced the cakes while you and Nancy did the real baking. You didn’t let him be the mixer after he dropped the freshly made cake batter on the floor. However, you were still grateful to his efforts. Steve’s icing job wasn’t bad either; only two of the cupcakes looked like deformed blobs (Not that you told him that. It would have crushed his spirits.) He was pretty proud of himself, admiring the hard work he accomplished. 

He was currently on his way to pick up Max from Mike’s to bring her to your house. Nancy made the boys promise to keep her busy till Steve arrived. Not wanting her to leave before everything set up. You would have spent the day at hers but… her step-dad didn’t know about the two of you. And the two of you didn’t want to risk the idea of him showing up unannounced. However, Max was more than eager to come to yours. Your parents were out of town for a couple of days, on a business trip. Not coming home till the following week. Lining up perfectly for the event to come.

You took in your surroundings. Quickly checking if Max’s gift from you was under your bed. Nodding to yourself, you peered at the red box. Moving out of your room, you went to sit on your couch. The window had its curtains pulled back. Rain being shown through. The forecast called for it to carry on into the late night. 

You placed your head in your palm, resting your elbow on the arm of the couch. Keeping your eyes on the street. Waiting for Steve’s vehicle to make its way into view. Smiling to yourself as you recalled how he expressed his excitement to you when he was leaving the previous night.

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“Two years, Y/n. That’s a long time. Can’t even believe you guys made it this far.” You furrowed brows at him. He looked at you, noticing your expression.

“Not that I didn’t expect you two,” he defended quickly, “Just the fact you guys are still so young. The amount of commitment you made to each other is crazy. And all the effort you're making for this… you really care about her a lot, huh?” You nodded instantly.

“Of course, she’s my girlfriend, my best friend, my everything really,” you stated. It was his turn to scrunch up his face.

“That last part was a little cringe not gonna lie.” You nodded once more.

“Yeah, don’t tell her I said that. She’ll make a big deal out of it and haunt me for the rest of my life,” you told him, “I can already hear her mimicky whiny voice, ‘I’m YouR eVEryThinG?’” Steve chuckled.

“Who knows maybe it’ll just slip out,” he said with a shrug. You snapped your head towards him, eyes wide.

“You wouldn’t,” you threatened. He shrugged once more, earning a shove from you. Making him laugh again.

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You turned your attention back to the window in front of you as Steve’s car rolled into your driveway. Getting up you approached the front door. Pulling it open just as Max got out of the vehicle. Telling Steve something before shutting the car door, a bag in her hand and on her back. You looked at her with a smile as her eyes met yours. One broke out on her face as well, lightly jogging to your steps. 

You met her halfway; embracing her in your arms. They wrapped around her waist as hers went to your shoulders. You picked her up, spinning her sound for a moment. Raindrops falling onto your skin. Contrasting the warmth you felt from Max with their cold touches. Setting her down, you looked into her eyes. Not even getting a chance to speak before she cupped your face, connecting your lips to hers. Closing your eyes, you tilted your head deepening the kiss. Her body arching into yours as you dipped her lightly. She pulled away once more staring into your eyes. Taking in the beautiful colors in them. A smile once again adorning her features, rain dampening her hair as well as her clothes.

“Happy anniversary,” you whispered to her, her smile only growing. Scanning across your face she took in the rain drops falling on your cheeks.

“I think we should get inside,” she mentioned,” I don’t want to get my gift wet.” You nodded, taking her hand in yours, turning back to the house. You caught a glimpse of Steve’s car still in your driveway. You looked back at him. He watched the two of you with a smile on his face. Max followed your line of vision. “Weirdo,” she mumbled. You gave him a wave as you made your way up the steps, Max flipping him off as well. You chuckled at her antics pulling her into the house. 

Keeping her hand in yours, you pulled her to your room. Once arriving you went to take her backpack. You took it off her shoulders, moving to place it on the side of your bed as she took in the scene in front of her. You sat on your bed watching as the lights reflected in her eyes. She stood herself between your legs. Your hands went to her hips peering up at her. Max once again placed her arms on your shoulders. Tracing them gently with her fingers as she stared in awe at the set up.

“I can’t believe you did all this,” she said in a whisper. You shrugged.

“It’s the anniversary of my favorite day, of course I had to do something special.” She raised a brow at you.

“Your favorite day?” You rolled your eyes playfully.

“Well, duh,” you pulled her closer, her hands moving to the sides of your face, “I’ll never forget how nervous you were,” you chuckled in a whisper. Her face scrunched up.

“Don’t even tell me about that.”

“You were all fidgety and kept stuttering-”

“Stoooop,” she commanded, placing a hand over your mouth. You took yours to pull it off.

“And your eyes got so wide when I kissed you and you froze like a statue.” She covered her face in embarrassment, going red. You loved these moments. Seeing Max flustered was hard to come by. Laughing lightly you took in her state.

“I think I changed my mind, we’re breaking up. You’re making fun of me, on our anniversary!” she exclaimed. “Yep, red flags are visible, guess I better go-”

“Oh shut up, you dork,” you joked standing up. You went to the end of your bed, taking out the box from underneath. “At least open your gift before you leave.” You stated, moving to sit on the blanket. She followed after you, picking up her gift bag as well. You handed her the box as she sat the bag next to you.

“You first,” she stated. You scoffed, shaking your head. 

“No way, you know how this goes. You always open yours first.” It was true over the past occasion, Christmas, birthdays, other anniversaries, ect, she was always the one to fold first when it came to these petty arguments. She pondered the thought for a moment. “It’s the least you can do for me. After all, I put all of this together for you. You can take another gift from me, can't you?” Sighing she took the box and placed it in her lap as you smiled in victory. 

The box was long, about as tall as it was wide. She opened it, peering inside. Taking the wrapping off her jaw dropped. She pulled out a new board, the bottom custom painted.

“I did the bottom myself,” you mentioned in a mumbled as she took in each detail. Tracing the different lines with her finger. You bit your lip waiting for her to say something. It took you a long time to get that done. First, having to save enough money for it. As well as it took two weeks for you to paint it.

“This is so cool,” she whispered. Looking up at you she smiled. Max crawled across the blanket almost nocking off the tray of sweats the possess.

“Careful! Those took forever to make,” you informed as she tackled you into a hug. She turned to baked goods.

“You made them?” You nodded.

“With a little help from Nancy and… kinda Steve. He was really just there for emotional support. He did the icing though.” 

“That’s why some look smooshed?”

“Mhm, I didn’t have the heart to tell them the flowers looked like a child’s finger paintings.” She laughed getting off of you grabbing a cupcake on her way back to sit.

“Now open yours,” she commanded, taking a bite out of the treat. You grabbed the bag. Putting the paper aside you pulled out a tiny book. Inside was multiple polaroid pictures of the two of you from the last six months. Your head snapped to her.

“This is why El had a sudden fixation with that camera and the photos?” you asked. She nodded, smiling.

“I asked her after I saw you wanting that photo Joyce took of us on Halloween.” You flipped through the pictures, taking in all the memories you went through.

“This is so sweet, Max. Thank you-”

“There’s another thing,” she stated. Your brows shot up, once again looking in the bag, seeing a little box inside. Taking it out, you opened it to reveal a necklace. The initial ‘M’ in the middle of it.

“You did not,” you tell her with the smile growing on your face. She nodded, once again moving towards you. She grabbed it from you, sitting behind you to place it on your neck.

“Now, everyone knows your mine,” she said, clasping it. You snorted.

“That was cheesy,” you stated, turning around to face her.

“At least I didn’t say ‘shEs My evEerYThiNG.’” Your jaw dropped.

“I told Steve not to tell you I said that!” you exclaimed. She shrugged.

“I’m personally glad he did, now I can bring it up anytime you tease me for saying something.” You let out a groan as she smirked. She shifted onto your lap, cupping your face in her hands. “Hey I mean, it's sweet, really. A little corny, but sweet.” You let your head fall to her shoulder. It was your turn to hide in embarrassment. Max chuckled lightly, “If it means anything, you’re my everything, too.”

Removing yourself from her neck, you scanned her face. A smile adorning her features as her eyes peered into your.

“Who’s the cheeseballs now?” She let out a laugh.

“You still, but it’s fine. I’ll settle with a cheeseball.” You raised a brow.

“Settle?” She nodded jokingly.

“Oh, yeah I got hoes lining up the block.”

“Yeah?” Your voice dropped down an octave.

“Mhm,” she humed, a hand lightly scratching your neck, while the other held your face. A smile remained on your face as a comfortable silence fell between you.

“Happy anniversary, Max,” you whispered, bringing her lips closer to yours. She smiled against them.

“Happy anniversary, Y/n.”

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Max Mayfield

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“You gonna share?”

Mike looked up, leveling Max with a stare. She’d made herself at home at the edge of his bed, and she was currently admiring the assortment of get well chocolates strewn across his bedside table.

“Aren’t you dead?” He asked bluntly, because what else was he supposed to do? He’d never been in this sort of situation before.

“Still an insensitive asshole,” she hummed, selecting a KitKat bar and biting right through the middle. He could see her teeth through the torn up skin of her cheek. “Aren’t near-death experiences supposed to be character developing?”

“Aren’t death experiences supposed to be character eliminating?” He shot back.

Max graced him with an unimpressed stare.

A snippet of a fic I’m thinking about writing! Here’s the synopsis-

After a traumatic night in the woods, Mike finds himself stuck with a ghostly Max Mayfield shadowing his every step. She brings with her a warning. On the night of the next full moon, he’s going to turn into a bloodthirsty killing machine. The only way to protect the people he loves is by taking himself out of the picture before then.

He has a lot he needs to get done in the meantime, including maybe finally telling his best friend how he feels before it’s too late.

Fic is now available here!

Did some artwork for this here

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help me live again ch. 2!

just posted Help Me Live Again chapter 2!

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