#max writes a letter

[allonzy]

just finished typing out that letter max writes to mike. like i said, it’s nothing really but i just had the idea and thought what a waste it would be to let the idea die without me acting on it. i kinda left things open and ambiguous with el and will in relation to mike here - don’t know why i did it BUT OH WELL! what’s done is done now.

Summary:

Max Mayfield's Letter to Mike Wheeler (Based on the events of S04E04)

#byler #max mayfield #stranger things #max mayfield fic #max writes a letter #stranger things 4 #s04e04 #dear billy #mike wheeler #implied mileven #implied eventual byler #this is a shite attempt really #byler fic #stranger things fic

[dailykafka]

— March 26, 1911 / Franz Kafka diaries

[Draft of a letter to Max Brod for his birthday on May 27]

#writing a happy birthday letter a month in advance for your best friend is… #franz kafka #daily kafka #franz kafka diaries #quotes #alt text #letters #max brod

[booigi-boi]

The drag like performance I do whenever I listen to Max's part in Literal Monster would win me an Oscar

10/10 according to my cat, I was tipped generously with kitty snacks

#starkid #hatchetfield #nerdy prudes must die #idk what it is I just start lip syncing and throwing hands #max jagerman #not to flex but I don't have to google the letter ä whenever I have to write Jägerman :3 /lh /j

[hawkeyeslaughter]

gonna start doing posts like fakeseinfeldplots except it’s fake mash plots and here’s my first one

“ the mr . and mrs . burns “ — trapper and hawkeye start sending frank phony letters when they find a stash of letters frank has saved from his wife and learn how to copy her penmanship . margaret reluctantly ( and tipsily ) seeks out klinger’s fashion advice to make herself more appealing when she notices frank acting stranger than usual .

#i have soooo many of these sitting in my drafts oopsie #what do hawk and trap write in the letters from mrs . burns ? idk . its none of my business #mash #m*a*s*h #mashposting #mash 4077 #mashblr #hawkeye pierce #hawkeye #trapper john mcintyre #trapper john #john mcintyre #trapper mcintyre #hawktrap #traphawk #piercintyre #piercentyre #frank burns #margaret houlihan #max klinger #maxwell klinger #lgbt #lgbtq

[wusyanam3]

rewatching s4 like i do every single day (im not kidding) and im on the scene with steve lucas max and dustin in the basement and shes handing out the letters.

I realize that she wrote letters to mike, el, and will too and i really wonder what she wrote to mike and will

because 1, madwheeler is my favorite platonic duo (possibly tying with stobin) and i really would like to know what she said to him, considering it would be her last words.

Also 2, she wasnt really close to will, there was very few scenes of them interacting if any at all, and its like wow, how much did she have to say ??

#writing #mike wheeler #max mayfield #will byers #letters #stranger things #byler #< target audience

[sweeturis]

where was the scene where noah had to be “harnessed up”? where was the scene with lucas, mike, and will wearing winter jackets? where was lonnie, since his car was in the california poster? where was kali and her gang, since they’ve been seen in bts pics? where was the mike finn described, who was “trying to be as normal as possible and keep on a normal path” and “might be into some new things”?

i am genuinely so confused. it’s like they cut out half the scenes they filmed.

#some shit is just bad writing like max’s letters never being brought up again or the reason for mike being distant from will and not being- #-able to hug him not being explored. but some stuff was just genuinely confusing ?? #maybe they’ve already started filming season 5 (and the finn stuff is because he didn’t know what stuff they shot would be in what season) #but that doesn’t explain why lonnie’s car was in the california poster #stranger things #stranger things spoilers #lucas sinclair #mike wheeler #will byers #kali prasad #byler #mine #mine: stranger things #stranger things 4 #st4

[hiyutekivigil]

[franz kafka] to max brod, october 25, 1923

#hiyutekivigil #franz kafka #kafka #kafka letters #max brod #leetters #words #quotes #lit #literature #academia #dark academia #light academia #classic academia #dead poets society #writers of tumblr #writing

[starship-buccaneer]

Steve: Well yeah, Eddie flirts with me constantly and touches me all the time and I do it back and everything, but we're just two guys horsin' around, y'know?

Everyone: No Steve. We do not know.

Steve: Yeah, Eddie's fruity with me, so what? Just because I'm a guy and he likes guys doesn't automatically mean he's into me. He's just comfortable being himself with me!

Everyone: Steve. He's sitting in your lap, playing with your hair. He calls you pretty boy, Steve. He's wearing your sweater, Steve. Steve, please.

#steddie #this is essentially the plot of the fic im writing #steve has-never-had-a-healthy-male- friendship harrington assumes that his friendship with eddie is what good normal male frienship is #everyone else watches on in abject misery as steves obliviousness reaches unbelievable new heights #steve briefly wonders where his interest in pursuing a romantic relationship has gone #then immediately comes to the wrong conclusion that he's simply transcended romance through the power of friendship #meanwhile eddie is tragically pining after a man who could not act more like his boyfriend but is tragically stupid #robin has become the conspiracy board meme from its always sunny #her board has IS STEVE BISEXUAL in big bold serial killer cutout letters on it. theres red string connecting pictures of him and eddie #and also him and bruce springsteen #its all very scientific #dustin and max add to it sometimes #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things

[heartbreak-sandwich]

💌Red Letters to Nowhere💌

A/N: This is the first chapter of my Stepbrother! Billy Hargrove x Mayfield! Reader fic! There will be many, MANY more flashbacks and encounters with other characters (Steve Harrington x Reader, Nancy Wheeler x Reader, and Eddie Munson x Reader to name a few) and some other relationship mentions throughout (like Harringrove and Hellcheer!). I hope you enjoy reading as much as I have writing. 💕

Read on Ao3 ❤️‍🔥 Chapter 2 📖 Master List 🌈

💌CHAPTER ONE: Move-In Day💌

Hawkins, Indiana. You’d never heard of it. To make matters more nerve wracking, you, your mom, and your little sister, Max, were moving to the middle of nowhere to shack up with her new husband and his son. You had met Neil Hargrove a few times when he came to visit from California, and he seemed nice enough. That’s the keyword – seemed. There was something intense about him that made you uneasy, and Max agreed that even though your mom seemed to be head over heels for the mustached, steam pressed, ordinary tryhard of a man, the two of you would keep a calculated distance from him pending further review.

The car ride was excruciatingly long, and you and Max each had your own walkman to keep you company, trading tapes every so often and sharing whatever snacks you could snag at the last gas station you happened upon. Your mom didn’t seem to realize the two of you were immersed in your high-volume music as you watched her lips move, undoubtedly chattering away about all of the fun features of the new town you were doomed to spend the impending school year in. Max rolled her eyes and shifted in her seat, her gaze drifting out the window and eventually coming to a close for yet another nap after receiving the report from your mom of “Only two more hours until we’re there!”

Deciding the only thing more painful than dreading the uncertainty of where you were headed was actually hearing confirmations of the bleak outlook to be endured, you decided to follow Max’s lead, eyes closing, letting the sounds of Alice Cooper lull you into the last nap you would take on your way to your new home in Hawkins.

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“And these are your new sisters,” Neil explained with no trace of enthusiasm to his son in the driveway of your new home. “Billy, don’t be rude. Shake hands,” he instructed sternly.

Billy held out his right hand for you to take, his jaw clenched, expression unchanging as he let out a flat, “Welcome home.” His handshake was firm, and he didn’t make eye contact with you or Max as he stood before you.

“Thanks,” you replied, testing a small smile. Again, his expression didn’t soften.

“Why don’t you go help Susan with some of the boxes,” Neil muttered to Billy, the stern coldness in his eyes revealing that this was more of a command than a suggestion.

“Yes, sir,” Billy responded, already stepping down the driveway toward your mom’s car.

Once Billy was out of earshot, Neil turned to you and your sister and put on his best impression of a smile. “I hope the drive wasn’t too long for you girls,” he offered.

“It was okay,” you answered him, attempting to mirror the almost smile. The three of you basked in the awkwardness before Max piped up with a question.

“Will we be sharing a room?” She already knew the answer because your mom wouldn’t shut up about how excited the two of you should be to get your own bedrooms for the first time in your lives.

“Not at all,” Neil answered almost cheerfully. “Why don’t I show you two around, and you can get settled while we bring in your things?” Neil held out an arm, gesturing toward the front door of your new home, and you and Max trudged forward with your backpacks and snacks in tow.

The house wasn’t large, but it was more than you were used to, coming from the two bedroom, one bathroom townhome you had shared with your mother and sister for the last six years. Four bedrooms, – one for you, Max, Billy, and your mom and Neil – two bathrooms, a fireplace, and a separate kitchen, living room, and dining area. You even had your own yard complete with a tire swing, and you knew that would be a big bonus for Max.

“I hope you won’t mind sharing a bathroom with Billy,” Neil sighed almost apologetically. “He keeps things clean, so you won’t have to worry about that. But if you have any trouble at all with him, you just let me know.” Neil’s eyes were icy and cold as he spoke, his teeth gritting together at the end of his sentence. You were a bit taken aback at how he talked about his own son.

“What…kind of trouble?” His expression softened immediately, and he tried again at his smile.

“Well, you know, boys will be boys. He’s a good kid, but sometimes his attitude needs some…adjusting,” he explained.  “I’ll be outside helping your mother. If you need anything, don’t be shy.” Neil rapped a couple of times on the doorframe and exited your new room. You felt all tension dissipate the moment he was gone, and you took the time to glance around your new space. You had enough room for all of your posters. A queen size bed rested in one corner with shelves above it, a full size closet at the end of the bed, and a window with a desk underneath it on the wall opposite the sleeping corner - perfect for studying after school. You could get used to this.

You were pulled from your thoughts with the muffled clatter of a box being set on the wooden floor beside your bed. Turning around, your eyes met his for the first time. You couldn’t help but notice he looked almost…scared?

“Sorry. I’ll be more careful with the next one.” Billy’s hands turned to fists at his sides, thumbs fidgeting over his knuckles, his jaw clenching at the close of his words. His appearance was unlike any guy you’d ever seen in person before.

He looked like something out of the cover art of one of your mom’s romance novels she always had tucked away in a spot she thought you and your sister wouldn’t think to look. His blonde, shoulder length curls were carefully coiffed into one of those trendy mullet styles, plush pink lips outlined a perfectly white smile, his skin still golden from the California sun, and his eyes sparkled cerulean like the surface of the ocean with a depth you couldn’t quite reach. You could tell he was stacked and muscular through his clothes, and his jawline was sharp enough to cut glass. Still, there was something about him that seemed on edge.

“Don’t worry about it,” you reassured. “I don’t think there’s anything breakable in there.” He nodded in acknowledgement and turned to exit your room. “So,” you called after him, “what’s the high school like?” You just wanted him to know you were approachable and that you had no intention of making his life Hell, especially since you were all forced to exist in the same house from now on.

“Probably worse than you’re imagining,” Billy scoffed, turning slightly back towards you. When he noticed your nerves amping up at his comment, he sighed. “It’s not that bad. Small, easy to find your way around, and everyone is…nice enough, I guess.”

“Oh, that’s good. I’ve never gone to a new school before, so I’m probably just overthinking it,” you admitted, finally slipping your backpack off and letting it plop down on the bed. Billy turned to fully face you again, his hands in his pockets, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Don’t worry about it. It’ll be fine. Plus, you’ll know at least one person. And if anyone tries to give you shit, tell them they can answer to me.” You weren’t sure what that meant, but it did make you feel a bit more confident about your upcoming first day at Hawkins High.

“Uh, okay. Well, thanks for that.” You breathed out a small laugh, and Billy’s smirk bloomed into a smile.

“Don’t mention it,” he drawled before giving you a wink and disappearing back into the hallway to fetch another load of boxes. You didn’t have time to process the fact that you’re pretty sure your new step brother just winked at you before Max poked her head around the corner of your doorframe.

“Hey,” she whispered, catching your attention. “What did he want?” She looked back toward the hallway where Billy had just retreated, and you motioned for her to come in.

“He was just bringing some stuff in, so I asked him about the school.” Max was invested now, also having expressed her worry of starting in a new class already a month into the school year.

“What did he say?”

“Mixed review, really,” you answered, both of your expressions changing to that of confusion.

“Okay…well, do you know what to expect at all?”

“Not really. But he did say if anyone messed with me to tell them they could answer to him.” Max’s eyes widened.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She sat down on your bed, shuffling the toes of her shoes on the floor below.

“No idea,” you answered, meeting her gaze.

“Great.” Max sighed and stood up once more. “I guess I’ll start unpacking my new room.” She fluttered her eyelashes, hands waving in mock excitement. You laughed, knowing she was doing her best sarcastic impression of your mom gushing about your new home. You both rolled your eyes before she giggled and made her way back down the hallway to her own space.

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Your first dinner was awkward, to say the least. Neil had ordered a pizza for everyone since your bandwagon arrived close to mid afternoon, and your mom didn’t have time to cook a full meal even though she insisted she didn’t mind. You rushed to the door to help Billy bring in the boxes from the delivery boy who he happened to know from school.

“Troy, this is my …” he hesitated, breaking eye contact with the boy on the doorstep and looking down at the ground with a sigh, “new sister, Y/N.” You smiled tentatively, and offered a half wave, taking a couple of boxes off the top of the stack from Troy.

“Troy Holstad. Nice to meet you,” he obliged before giving Billy a perplexed look. Billy nodded once curtly and took the remainder of the boxes from Troy before waving him off with a “see you at school,” and closing the door. He nudged your arm to get your attention and spoke softly.

“There you go. Now you know two people,” he reasoned, beaming at you before shuffling back toward the dining room and adjusting his expression back to that of a sullen teenager. Billy carefully set the boxes down in the middle of the dining table, and you did the same. Everyone thumbed through the different boxtops to find the flavors they wanted, your mom and Neil opting for supreme while Max grabbed two slices of pepperoni, and you and Billy each took a slice of Hawaiian.

“So, Y/N, your mother tells me this is the start of your senior year,” Neil declared, his voice resonating in the silence of the dining room.

“Yeah, it is,” you replied around a mouthful of melted cheese and pineapple topping. You felt uneasy in your stomach when Neil glared daggers at you, looking up from his plate where he was using a knife and fork to cut his pizza. He sighed audibly as his nostrils flared and started again.

“Y/N, I know this is new for you, and we haven’t had much of a chance to talk about rules and expectations. In my house, we operate on a system that upholds the home and the image of the people in it appropriately. What is that system, Billy?” Billy sat up straighter in his chair, not looking up from his plate as his father addressed him..

“Respect and responsibility,” he recited, his voice almost shaking as his jaw tightened once more.

“That’s right,” Neil agreed. “Now that you’re a part of our family, you’ll learn to respect your elders and develop a keen sense of responsibility, just like the good, caring, all-American kids I know you can be.” Neil’s hard smile appeared below his mustache as he continued. “First of all, we address our elders with courtesy. When I ask you a question, you respond accordingly. Isn’t that right, Billy?”

“Yes, sir,” he muttered, his eyes still glued to his plate.

“I’m sorry,” Neil hissed. “I couldn’t hear you.” He leaned closer to the table, eyes searing into Billy as he awaited his response. Billy straightened up even more, his eyes snapping up to meet his father’s.

“Yes, sir,” his voice ricocheted in the dining room this time, his face flushing as everyone soaked in the awkward silence. You caught Max’s eye and noticed she looked afraid and perplexed as your mother kept her gaze on Neil, trying to seem like she was listening intently to him.

“See, girls, Billy knows the drill. If you have any questions, I’m sure he can straighten them out for you. I know you’re not used to this whole thing, having a man of the house, but you’ll adjust.” Neil gestured to the pizza on the table, his smile still active as he announced, “Let’s eat!” Max looked up at you from the corner of her eye, and you shook your head slightly, signaling for her not to say anything as you took another bite of your pizza. You side eyed Billy whose gaze seemed far away as he quickly finished his dinner.

“May I be excused,” Billy asked with perfect posture, taking the napkin from his lap and piling his used utensils on his plate.

“Yes you may.” Neil waved Billy off as he stood up, pushed in his chair, and took his plate to the kitchen to be washed.

You felt anxious as you saw Neil eyeing Max while she ate, and you held your breath as he spoke again.

“Tomorrow, we’ll practice using a fork, young lady,” he said sternly as Max’s cheeks burned, embarrassed to be holding her pizza at that exact moment. Neil paused and tilted an ear in her direction, hinting that he was expecting a reply.

“Y – yes, sir,” she choked out quickly, setting her pizza back down on her plate. Your mother cleared her throat and started asking Neil more about the school, the town, and how his new job was going. You let the two of them chat away as you gave Max a worried look, seeing her pick up her knife and fork to cut out a bite of her pizza. You stood up and grabbed your plate and jumped, the sound of a fist pounding on the dining table startling you off your feet. Your mom and Max gasped simultaneously as you met Neil’s eyes.

“Where do you think you’re going, Y/N?” You caught your breath and stuttered in response.

“I – I’m sorry. May I be excused?” You looked at your mom in panic, but she averted her eyes, looking at anything but the situation before her.

“That’s better.” Neil smiled again. “Of course. Don’t forget to clean your plate.”

“Thank you…sir.” You glanced at Max once more, hoping she would follow suit so she wouldn’t be yelled at. You hurried to the kitchen, rinsing your plate in the sink and setting it out on the dish rack to dry. You steadied your breathing as the tension melted away now that you weren’t in a close proximity to Neil. 

After the awkward and almost frightening dinner, all you wanted to do was talk to your sister. You knew she would be looking for an escape after enduring Neil’s intensity, so you put on your coat and grabbed your paperback copy of The Outsiders, leaving the house through the front door.

You shuffled through the dried leaves across the lawn to the only tree in the yard and perched yourself on the tire swing, propping your feet up and opening your book to your marked page. A few lines in, you heard a clanging sound followed by a sigh, and your eyes followed the noise over to a blue Camaro with the hood up. Billy was standing over the engine, using the back of his hand to swipe stray curls out of his eyes, a dirty rag draped over his shoulder.

He didn’t seem to notice you were there as he worked, tinkering with a wrench, grunting and sighing every so often. You pretended to carry on reading while you watched him work. After all, looking wasn’t a crime, and he was quite the sight to see. After a few more minutes, he set his wrench on the edge of the Camaro’s hood and grasped the hem of his sweat-speckled t-shirt with both hands, lifting it up and over his head, tossing it on the roof of his car. Your cheeks turned scarlet at the sight of his toned chest and chiseled abs sparkling with a sheen of sweat in the crisp October air.

Your gaze snapped to your book quickly, and you glued your eyes to the words on the page, determined not to look up again. Your heart hammered in your chest, and you swore you could hear the blood flowing in your ears when a voice startled you.

“Hey, are you okay?” You jolted upright at Max’s question.

“Jesus, you scared the shit out of me,” you breathed.

“Sorry. Are you okay?” She repeated her question, concern behind her bright blue eyes. “You look really flushed.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine,” you answered, forcing yourself to keep your eyes far away from where Billy was working on his car. “What about you?” Max used the ropes of the swing to lift herself up, and you moved aside to make room for her on the tire.

“I’m fine. What the hell is up with him?” Max looked almost afraid while the two of you recounted Neil’s strange behavior at dinner, coming to the conclusion that this move might not have been for the best like your mom kept insisting.

“All we can do is follow the rules and stay out of his way, I guess,” you sigh, feeling defeated. “I don’t know how far he’ll go, but Billy seems to be pretty scared of him,” you almost whisper, leaning in closer to Max. She glanced over at Billy who was still fixated on his car.

“A guy that big scared of his dad? I don’t even want to think about why,” she shuddered, her eyes dropping to the ground.

“Hey.” You touched her shoulder, and she looked up at you. “I won’t let anything happen to you. Got it?” She gave you a small smile, nodding her understanding, but you could see the anxiety behind her eyes. “We’re going to be okay.”

“I know,” she assured you. You smiled at her and grabbed the ropes of the swing to climb out of the tire. Tossing your book onto a pile of leaves next to the tree, you stood behind Max and gripped the ropes as you walked the tire backwards before giving it a hard push. Max giggled as she swung back and forth, spinning slow circles and crying out, “You’re going to make me dizzy!”

The two of you laughed together as the sun started to set on the town of Hawkins, Indiana, and even though you weren’t sure what the coming days would hold, you knew you had each other to ease the burdensome future in your new home with your new family.

#Billy Hargrove fanfic #Billy Hargrove x Reader #Stepbrother!Billy Hargrove x Mayfield!Reader #Mayfield!Reader #Red Letters to Nowhere #Stranger things fanfic #Max Mayfield #Neil Hargrove #Susan Hargrove #hawkins #OC #Billy Hargrove oc #angst #neil hargrove is a total prick tbh #moving to hawkins #sando writes

[rebeljustcause]

Inspired by this incredible edit on tiktok

I was interested in trying something a bit more experimental today. I'm pretty satisfied with how it turned out although I hope to improve in the future. For fun here's both of them together.

#aesthetic #letter aesthetic #aesthetic fonts #feelings #paper aesthetic #Life is strange #lis #life is strange game #max caulfield #chloe price #pricefield #text edit #edit #writing edit #font edit #typograhpy #typeedit #life is strange aesthetic #traintracks #video game #painting #blackout #golden hour #golden hour aesthetic #experimental #edgy #quotes #quote #web weaving

[justgayrevolutionnaries]

I was simply trying to enjoy my daily chapter of the brick, as one does, but then me and my friend started going on about how Montparnasse is literally a mirror of Enjolras and now I'm knee-deep into a 5k words essay about them

#the actual words max used were literally 'evil side of enjolras' and it's like urghhh don't do this to me I just woke up #don't think that's 100% right but writing about them makes me feel like i'm actually doing something so #les mis #les miserables #the brick #les mis letters #enjolras #montparnasse

[glorious-blackout]

Wishing a slightly early Happy Birthday to the wonderful @rock-n-roll-fantasy! I hope that you have an amazing day when it finally comes and that you get to enjoy plenty of new books 💖

I also hope you enjoy your birthday fic (definitely have to thank Miles for adopting a sweet little puppy and therefore giving me a ton of inspiration). I must apologise in advance for the absence of Brian the Squirrel, but I did make sure to include some other cute animals 😉🥰

Photographic reference for the setting of this fic under the cut:

#happy early birthday you awesome human 🥰 #neither my work nor Muse's tour schedule have been kind to me this year when it comes to delivering your present on your actual birthday #I'll have to write strongly worded letters of complaint to both my rota coordinator and Matt Bellamy 😉 #alex turner #miles kane #max kane #the last shadow puppets #arctic monkeys #milex #milex fic #my writing

[booksandpaperss]

A Look Inside Max Mayfield’s “last word” letters to the party: El

…

Hey El,

Gosh, it’s been so long since I’ve written those two words. Too long, really.

How are you? Are you.. are you doing okay? I know that’s a silly question considering the shitty circumstances of this letter but I hope you are, you deserve every good thing that happens to you. Even if that was me… leaving. Or, pulling away, I guess.

This vecna asshole better leave you alone. Tell him he better not mess with you. It doesn’t matter that I probably won’t be here soon, he better leave you alone. I’ll make sure he does. Somehow.

Shit, I’m so fucking sorry for not writing to you. I miss you so much, you have no idea. And now you’re not even going to see this until after… well. I’m not stupid, I know you miss me too, or… at least that you care, even though I tried to convince myself you didn’t. I got your letters, I read all of them. You’re too good for me El, way more than you even know. I know we technically haven’t known each other for that long but, you’re the best friend I’ve ever had. I feel like I’ve known you my whole life. I really wish I did, honestly. My life is better with you in it… it still is.

Lucas and Dustin and Steve, they’re all set on saving me, but this vecna guy… he’s really strong. He’s like you, with powers, but like, way less awesome of a person. I don’t think I’m going to make it. Is it selfish of me to wish you weren’t in California? Just so I could see you before I.. go? I’m glad you’re safe though. I just miss you, is all.

I have a bit of a confession. Multiple confessions, technically. And since this is like… my dramatic last words or whatever I should probably tell you. You’re my best friend, so if anyone should know, it’s you.

I’ve never really felt totally in with the party, you know? It was nothing they did, they’re great, really, even Mike. Don’t tell him I said this but I kinda get why you like him, under all his shit, sometimes he’s kinda sweet. Seriously please don’t tell him I said that, if I actually manage to live he’d never let me hear the end of it. Not that… well if you’re reading this that means I wouldn’t really, well. Be here.

Anyway, I got off topic, it’s so easy to do with you though and I wish we could talk more, and I miss you so much and I but anyway my point was, Mike and Lucas and Dustin and Will, they’ve all known each other for so long. They’re all so close and I’m just… I’m just here yknow? I’m just me.

But then I met you. Like, really met you. And I don’t mean when I just vaguely heard about you from Lucas and Dustin who talked about you like you were some otherworldly mystical sorcerer, and then saw you once right before you had to go off again to close a massive supernatural gate. I mean when I met you. And really… you were “just you” too. Just like me.

And El, you is so much. I don’t mean your powers, I just mean you, who you are. You got me, in a way no one else has, not even Lucas sometimes and that’s what and you didnt even have to say it, you just understood. We’re both outsiders, even with the party sometimes, but… never with each other.

El, you’re so fucking special to me. I hope you know that. Please know that. You’re more than your powers, than what you can do for other people, you’re just… so amazing, and supportive, and kind, and beautiful just as you.

Although, I guess if you’re reading this that means I’m not here so… you deserve to know. I think you’re beautiful, El. This is going to sound so cheesy but I really think you’re so beautiful, inside and out. Even when I’m not here, you can’t let anyone make you think otherwise okay? I know you won’t, you’re strong, without anyone else.

I wish I could say more but if I let this keep going I’ll be here all day, and I won’t get to our other friends letters, and then of course Mike would whine to you and Will about it, so I gotta save you guys from that. You’re just… I feel safe with you. Talking with you. Even if you’re not really here.

I’m sorry El. I’m so, so sorry. I’ll try to fight him okay? I wouldn’t forgive myself if I didn’t, because you don’t deserve this shitty letter as my last words to you. You don’t deserve any of this. Or me. I’m sorry.

Love,

Max

#no one: #me: writes the most ambiguous elmax letter ever #ngl guys the end made me tear up just a lil #enjoy! more letters for the other members coming soon but I rlly wanted to do El’s first #if u liked this pls rb it! it would mean a lot <3 #and id love to hear yalls thoughts too #anyway #max mayfield #elmax #el hopper #bi max mayfield #(it’s hinted at) #max mayfield analysis #character study #st ficlet #stranger things 4 #elli’s writing #a look inside Max Mayfield's letters: elli's version

[lesbians4yoohyeon]

NOOOOOOO GUYS WHAT IF EL WAS WRITING LETTERS TO MAX THE WHOLE TIME BUT SHE WASN'T GETTING THEM BECAUSE EL WAS SENDING THEM TO HER OLD ADDRESS?!?!?

#elmax #stranger things #max mayfield #el hopper #head in hands #what if... like what if #because there is no way they didn't try to keep in contact #i know they promised each other to write letters when el was leaving :( #i don't know what to do with this information #i cry #elmax are soulmates #elmaxisms

[saintminseok]

Checo had enough of them, he's just letting them be at this point

#lestappen #charles leclerc #max verstappen #scuderia ferrari #oracle red bull racing #P2 and P3 bothering P1 #azerbaijan gp 2023 #baku gp 2023 #checo third wheeling #checo perez #At this point they need to write an apology letter to Checo

[givehimthemedicine]

tw for more suicide stuff -

also do you ever think about how the way Max (who struggles to express her feelings) was able to crank out very heavy, final-words letters to everyone important to her all in one night makes it seem awfully likely she had a head start on this project?

what's the likelihood that Max already had these letters at least partially mentally drafted as suicide notes that she would (most likely? hopefully?) never really write - and then ended up having to put them to paper after all, just as homicide notes instead?

the Billy letter being last is another indication, I think.

Billy is the root of her depression on multiple levels. she's been ruminating about her guilt for months, yet Billy's is the last letter we see her complete. why would she leave the most mind-consuming one for last?

because his is the only one she had to fully compose on the spot, because she hadn't already worded it in her mind, because he's the one person she wouldn't have had to leave a note for.

#max mayfield #tw suicide #not saying Max was planning anything #but I am saying it seems very likely she's thought through what she would say if she were to write the notes #fr if I had to write (1) death letter to anyone I care about I'd just run out the clock sweating at a blank doc. too much pressure #in my mind there's no other way she could have written 11 (ha) such letters in as many hours #back in my duffers did max dirty era #if youre gonna kill my passively suicidal fave you better have something REALLLL good planned for her arc