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lovewheeler · 2 years

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— dear diary...: the worst confession.

back to the beginning (masterlist). / a brief intermission.

a/n: hi! omg we're done with the series...that's crazy...thank you all for being here and i hope you like the conclusion <3. this is kind of a monster n took me a lot of time to write and is also NOT BETA READ OR PROOFREAD so if there's mistakes my bad og. MWAH <3 also we don't find out how the letters are sent out but let's assume it's reader's little sister because i'm not creative enough to figure out sm else

wc: 4.78k

cw: none, just mildly suggestive stuff like twice. no outright smut, mostly toothrotting fluff and angst

summary: coming back to hawkins may have been the worst decision of your life.

This was the worst day of your life.

That title had previously been held by eighth grade picture day, when Michael Wheeler spilled chocolate milk all over your new white dress during breakfast.

Funny how that works.

You were wrong.

As soon as you get out of your mom’s car you’re frowning, the sight of a familiar black impala in the driveway next to yours making your heart heavy. He was home. You hoped he didn’t notice you were too, even if your mom had probably told Karen.

Unpacking your things was even more depressing; countless polaroids lined your walls, ones you’d been adding since you were little. The smiling faces of you, your friends, and your family tug on your heartstrings. You miss when you were younger and the only worry you had was whether Steve Harrington would be at the mall that day or not. You run a hand over them, fingers pausing over the ones dedicated to Max and Mike. Your heart hurts.

After a bit of unpacking and organizing (and a few small mental breakdowns), you decide that maybe a nap would do you good; you were starting to get annoyed by the constant sniffles.

It feels like the second you close your eyes Eleven, Will, and Dustin are bursting through your door, faces flushed and chests heaving like they’d ran here.

“Up, up! Wake up! Wake up, code red–” Dustin’s screaming and your eyes pop open, sitting up in your bed and rubbing at your eyes to try and assess the situation. Once you’re satisfied no one’s dead (which is the only reason they should be waking you up, as far as you’re concerned), you turn your murderous glare towards the curly haired boy, which seems to be the only way that gets him to shut up.

“Sorry,” He smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck with an open palm, “It’s just –”

“They found the letters.” El and Will say it in tandem, faces contorted in worry. You notice El’s fiddling with her fingers, something she only does when she’s nervous.

You swear you feel the entire room fall away – you’re launched into space and the world around you goes fuzzy.

You come to again and see your three friends looking over you, infinitely more worried than before. You distantly hear Dustin ask if they need to hide your body and you groan, a hand coming up to hold your now pounding head while the other swats him away from you.

“God, off, please, you’re smothering me –” You sit up slowly, running your hands down your face with a deep sigh. Of course this had to fucking happen now.

You pull one of your stuffed animals to your chest, pulling your knees up and practically curling in on yourself for some type of comfort, “Okay, so – slowly. They what?”

“The letters. They found them. We don’t know how, yet, but –” Will’s panicking more than you are (externally, anyway), his leg bouncing while he speaks.

“They all got them this morning. They asked us if we knew, and –” El spots your suddenly (even more) panicked expression and smiles fondly with a shake of her head, “I’m not mad. Don’t worry. Will explained everything to Dustin and I…”

“We’re so sorry,” It’s Dustin speaking now, his voice genuine. You know it’s bad when even he doesn’t want to make a joke, “But they all want to talk to you. The three of them, anyway.”

You know exactly who he’s talking about immediately. Your head dips down so you can scream into the plush bear. Was it too late to fake your death?

–

After lots of panicking, some yelling, and a bit of awkward clarifications (“Why the hell didn’t I get a letter?” “Dustin, you’ve been dating Suzie since we were like, thirteen.” “Oh. Yeah.”), the familiar sound of your doorbell rings throughout the house and the four of you look at each other like deer caught in headlights.

“Baby, Lucas is here to see you!” Your mom’s voice floats up the stairs and you feel your heart get caught in your throat. Fuck.

“Just – just send him up, mami!” You gulp down the lump in your throat and nod to the others, slowly rising from your bed and making your way towards the door. You let it click closed behind you, leaning back against the frame to take a deep breath. You can do this.

You smile as you watch Lucas ascend the stairs, handsome as always. He’s always been the one out of all of you with the most style and it shows, varsity jacket hanging around his shoulders and the coolest sneakers to match. You get why fourteen year old you had such a big crush on him.

“You’re back!” Is all Lucas can say once he gets to the landing, arms shooting out to wrap around you and bring you into one of the most suffocating bear hugs you’ve ever experienced. It’s the best feeling in the world.

You relax almost instantly, arms looping around him to hold him close, head resting on his shoulder. “I’m back,” You say through a laugh, tears brimming your eyes. You really missed him; he’d been the one to keep you sane for nearly four years, and a bond like that isn’t easily forgotten just by going to different schools.

You pull back and then you’re both silent for a few seconds; it feels like an eternity. You keep your head to the ground, too scared to look him in the eyes, and his hands are shoved into his jacket pockets – you’re both the picture of an awkward conversation.

But then you hear him laugh and you tilt your head up to look at him, eyebrows furrowed together.

“You feel butterflies in your tummy when I smile? Really?”

Your hands shoot up to cover your face, shaking your head in embarrassment and scrunching your nose, “God, really? I was fourteen! When you’re fourteen you’re always overdramatic!” Despite your words, you’re laughing, a full belly laugh that shakes your shoulders and makes your eyes crinkle up at the edges.

Lucas only chuckles with you, pulling you in for another hug and letting his head rest on top of yours. For a second, it’s just that – a comfortable silence, only pierced by periodic laughs.

He pulls away but keeps his hands on your shoulders, making sure you look up at him, “We’re okay, yeah? Promise. And – Max doesn’t care either. She’s got her own shit to sort out, but…” You know what’s coming next and you cringe. Shit.

“Talk to her soon, yeah? She’s home right now…” The boy trails off, averting his eyes for a second before turning back to you, face suddenly serious, “I’m not mad either. She wouldn’t tell any of us what the letter said, but it’s not really hard to figure out…I love you, yeah? Always.”

You smile, though this time it’s tinged with sadness. You didn’t think you were ever prepared to deal with this. You wished you’d had the choice of when to do so.

But you nod, trying to give him some form of reassurance even as the pit in your stomach grows, “Mhm – I love you too, Luc. Always.”

“Oh thank god–”

You hear a collective sigh from behind your door and roll your eyes. Lucas eyes you with a raised brow and you shake your head, pushing the door open and hearing the three behind it yell out various versions of ‘ow’.

��Nosy,” You chide, though your smile is fond, motioning towards Lucas to come into the room, “C’mon. I need a good pep talk if I’m ever stepping out of this damn house.”

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You ended up requiring a bribe to leave your room – it came in the form of a strawberry milkshake Dustin made Lucas go get for you (after a lot of arguing as to why Dustin couldn’t drive yet).

The car ride to Max’s was mostly quiet. You told them that they could just wait outside for a bit, not wanting Max to think you brought all of them to listen; in reality, they were your only ride if things went south – which the knot in your stomach kept telling you they would.

You step out of the car with a heavy heart, ducking your head back in to address your friends, “If I'm not back in fifteen, assume I’ve killed myself and come get me. Thanks.”

The gravel road crunches under your sneakers as you make your way towards Max’s trailer, hands shoved in your jacket pockets and breath so shaky you can hear it. Once you finally reach her door you take a deep breath, slowly bringing your fist up to knock on the door. You can do this, you can do thi–

The door falls away from your hand and swings open. You jump back with a yelp, eyes widening and body tensing up.

“Sorry –” You’re met with a mess of red hair and a light smile, big blue eyes watching you in amusement, “You were taking really long. I heard you guys pull up – I’m not deaf, you know. Didn’t mean to scare you, though.”

Max pauses. Waits for you to laugh and tell her she’s fine. Realizes you’re not going to.

“Um –” She steps away from the door, motioning for you to come in, “Come in. Just – head to my room. Mom’s not home.”

You nod, gulping down the lump in your throat and walking towards your room looking like you’ve got your tail tucked between your legs. Unbeknownst to you she flips the car off, unable to stop the smile that curves her lips at the offended glares she gets back.

You perch yourself on the edge of her bed, entirely unlike the way you used to just plop down on it after school. You kick your legs out in an effort to distract yourself, hands kept neatly in your lap. Much too proper for Max’s taste. She eyes you from her place against her dresser, frowning slightly.

“Hey – who are you and where’s my best friend?” Her words come out playful – trying to be, anyway, but it just makes you realize how shitty the situation is, “Let her out for a bit, please? College couldn’t have changed you that much.”

You sigh, eyes flicking up to meet hers with a sad smile, “Hi, Maxie.”

“There she is,” The redhead can’t help but grin, pushing herself off of her dresser to sit next to you on the bed. She knocks her shoulder against yours, “I missed you, y’know. You didn’t even come back for Christmas. You love Christmas. And I didn’t know why, but after reading the letter…” It seems she has to steel herself before speaking, “It wasn’t ‘cause of me, right?”

Your eyebrows immediately scrunch together and you shake your head vigorously, eyes widening, “No! No – god, no, Maxie, it wasn’t you. It could never be you –” You grab her hands in yours, marveling at how soft they are and trying to put on a reassuring smile, “I promise, okay? I just … needed to be away. This place smothers me.”

She nods, and then a silence falls over the room. You’re both staring at your shoes, wondering where to go from here. The contents of the letter hangs over the both of you like an uncomfortably weighted blanket.

“Frisco’s really nice during Christmas, you know–” It’s a way to bring it up without bringing it up, “I’m glad I chose the university there…you’d really like it.”

“I’m sure I would –” You don’t look at her but you can hear the smile in her voice, “I know you don’t want to talk about it, but – for what it’s worth, nothing you felt was…wrong. I felt the same. I was just scared, and – you know I hate being scared.”

Your head actually does lift up this time, looking at her in disbelief. You’re so angry at the hope that stabs through your heart you almost shut down again.

But you can’t keep running away from this.

“You did?”

“Mhm, I did,” Max meets your eyes, nodding. Her smile is sad and her eyes are watery. Your heart hurts – Max never cries, “I think that’s why I told you first. You’re the only one I felt comfortable enough with…but then you left, and I really only had Will to relate to.”

“I’m so–”

“Shhh,” She shakes her head, finger pressed against your lips. It surprises you enough that you actually listen, “You didn’t do anything wrong, okay? We were kids. And I’m gonna keep that letter forever, just so you know – it’s special to me. And nothing’s gonna take that away.”

You feel hot tears stream down your face. You hadn’t even realized they were forming.

“I wanna give you something, okay? As a welcome back gift. Maybe a bit of closure.”

You’re confused, but you nod, stock still while you wait for her to go grab whatever gift it was, expecting to see a bag or something.

But then you feel her soft hands cup your face, cold skin cooling your burning cheeks. She’s pulling you closer; your eyes go wide and you try to move back.

“B-but – Maxie, Lucas –”

She laughs again, and the furrow of your brows only gets deeper. What the hell was happening?

“He said I could do this. He figured it would help us both…accept ourselves, or something. I don’t know. He’s oddly supportive,” Max shrugs, the picture of nonchalance, but her hands on your cheeks are shaking. She’s scared, “We – we don’t have to. I just thought you might want–”

“Do it, Maxie–” Your voice is soft, barely above a whisper, “Kiss me. Please.”

She surges forward, your confirmation all she needs to press her lips to yours. It’s soft, but there’s so much passion behind it – years of pent up feelings bubbling back to the surface. It’s everything you ever thought it would be and more, your body immediately melting into hers. Your hands steady themselves on her waist, trying to hold you up. You swear you could faint.

It takes a bit before she pulls away – there’s no tongue and no touching, but it somehow feels more intimate, just your lips moving together and trying to say everything you both never could. When she pulls away you’re both breathing heavily, and your eyes are glassy. You feel dizzy.

You both stare at each other for a second, smiling like maniacs. And then you start laughing, girlish giggles similar to the ones you shared when you used to talk about boys with El. The weight on your shoulders gets just a bit lighter.

“Better?” She asks between laughs.

“Much.” You nod, lunging forward to tackle her in a hug. You’d missed her so much.

“Aye, tiger, be careful –” Max giggles, fiery hair splayed out on the sheets behind her. She looks so pretty, you think, but the heartache is gone. It’s just wistfulness, now. A bittersweet feeling.

She looks at you with raised eyebrows and a wide smile, “You wanna sleep over?”

You nod eagerly, toothy grin matching hers. You guys stay there for a second, hugging and cuddling like old times. It feels like you’re a little high schooler again.

“Did she kill herse– woah, jesus – when I said you guys could kiss, I didn't mean to go this far!” Lucas’s voice pierces the silence and you immediately roll off of Max, shaking your head.

“We’re clothed! Oh my god, we’re clothed–”

“...You told them they could kiss?” Dustin’s voice is laced with judgment, matched by Eleven and Will’s scrunched up faces.

“Oh my god, yes, Dustin, I’m a supportive boyfriend –” Lucas shoots back, removing his hand from covering his eyes, “God. Don’t scare me like that again, I almost regretted it–”

The four of them stop, then, taking the two of you in. Your smiling faces and glinting eyes.

“All good?” El asks, silently cheering inside that she has her best friends back.

“All good.” You and Max say it at the same time, nodding – before turning to each other and laughing, “Jinx.”

“Good.” Will says, clasping his hands together – that was two out of three, and you probably wouldn’t even have to deal with the third until tomo–

“Hello? Hellooooo?” The static voice of Michael Wheeler sounds through the old walkie on Max’s desk and you swear your heart drops into your ass. Fuck.

You all look at each other with panicked eyes, mouths agape.

“Earth to Max’s house. Look, you don’t have to answer, but – tell y/n to come talk to me? I know you’re all there, I asked her mom. Mike, over and out.”

“God, why does he still say that?” Max shakes her head, a look of disgust on her face.

“No clue – it’s stupid, right? I keep telling him it’s stupid,” Will shrugs, matching Max’s face.

They all look at you, then, and another silence falls over the room. This time it’s filled with dread, and you’re reminded of the remaining weight pushing you down.

Max looks at you with a soft, sad smile, her hand on your shoulder; you feel El’s smaller one on the other side.

“Guess no sleepover today.” You sigh, clasping your hands together before putting on a fake upbeat tone, “I’m gonna need another milkshake to get through it. Ice cream, anyone?”

—------

The five of you pull up to your house sipping milkshakes, your own already half done. Anxiety sipping.

You notice Mike’s impala isn’t in the driveway and your shoulders collapse in an odd sense of relief. Maybe you would be able to wait until tomorrow. At least then you could prepare.

“Want us to wait?” Max asks, expression concerned.

You shake your head, offering up a smile to your friends – it’s the opposite of reassuring, but they know you’re trying, “M’good. I’ll call you guys in the morning, yeah? Be by the phone.”

They all nod; your legs feel like lead when you get out of the car. They wait until you get in the door to drive away, and you watch them leave, processing how for the first time since all of this happened, you’re alone. Well and truly.

There’s a note on your bed from your mom when you get in your room: ‘Mike was over. Why haven’t you talked to him? Your dad and I are going to the casino tonight, so don’t wait up. We might not be home. Please don’t shut yourself in your room, okay? We love you. – Mom.’

You sigh, setting the note on your bedside table and plopping yourself down on your bed with an ‘oof’. You hate when she’s right.

You have about ten seconds of peace before you start hearing tapping at your window – it’s inconsistent and it sounds like hail. You know what it is immediately.

You walk over, parting your pink curtains and shoving your window up, narrowly dodging a rock in the process, “You know you’re supposed to stop when you see me at the window, right?”

“I didn’t see you!” The dark haired boy below you is whisper-yelling, looking at the handful of rocks in his hand before dropping it in embarrassment, “I thought I’d have to bring the boombox out or something, you’ve been ignori–”

“I’m not ignoring you!” You lie, irritation lacing your voice, “Just – come in, okay? I’ll go down and let you in, you’re going to get a co–”

Mike nods, already getting ready to scale the ladder at the side of your window before he registers you’ve stopped talking, looking down with a raised brow. He looks up with scrunched features, shaking his hair out of his face, “What?”

“They’re not home, stupid. Come through the front door.” You shake your head, shoving your windowsill down and closing your curtains again.

Shit, shit, shit.

It’s all you can think while you walk downstairs, taking two steps at a time before swinging open the front door. You’re greeted by the sight of Mike Wheeler, all lanky limbs and dumb doe eyes. You want to hit him.

“You weren’t supposed to be home.” You start, frowning.

“Wha–”

“Your car. It wasn’t in the driveway.”

“It’s in the garage. I figured you’d run if you saw it.”

God. You hate how well he knows you.

“Well – come in. The bugs are going to eat you alive out there.”

You step away from the door, gesturing for him to walk in. You’re already walking up to your room when you realize he isn’t moving, turning, “Are you going to follow me or not?”

“Oh, ri – yeah, yeah, cool –” He’s nearly tripping over himself to catch up to you, following you up the stairs like a lost puppy.

You settle yourself on the edge of your bed, feet kicking while you wait for him to figure out where he’s gonna go. Mike decides on your desk chair, gingerly picking up the stuffed animal that had been perched on it and holding it close in his lap. He knew better than to be mean to them.

“So –” You begin, hoping that if you act dumb this would be easier, “What did you need to talk to me about? Is it because I wasn’t answering your letters? I was just bus–”

“It’s about a letter, yeah, but you know it’s not about those ones,” Mike shoots back quickly, eyebrows raised in a knowing look. It shuts you up, gives him a bit more confidence to say what he does next.

“You’re in love with me?”

You have to breathe deeply. This sucks. You’d hidden it for years and it had to come out like this? You feel hot embarrassment flush your body and you try to deny it at first.

“I wrote that over a year ago–”

“And then you left and didn’t talk to me for that next year, so consider us back right where we left off. Are you in love with me, y/n?”

You contemplate lying. Or jumping out of the window and killing yourself. Both sound lovely right now.

But then you look up and meet his gaze – it’s one of a desperate man whose entire world seems to have fallen apart in the last week. One who needs reassurance.

And just like that, you feel yourself fold. You never were good at hiding things from him.

So you nod, the tears you thought you weren’t hydrated enough to produce welling up in your eyes, falling down into your lap.

“I–I am, Mikey. Always have been, you read it–” You sniffle, a sorrowful smile on your face. You don’t think you’ve ever been this embarrassed in your life.

“I–”

“Don’t. Please? Don’t try and let me down easy, or something, or say ‘it’s not you, it’s me’, just – just forget it? We can move on like it never happened, I swear–”

“Jesus, let me talk, will you?” He strides towards you in what seems like a flash, big hands cupping your cheeks and gently pulling your head up to meet his eyes, “You never let me talk.”

You nod, trying not to meet his gaze. Every time you blink another tear falls against his skin and you mumble a sorry, but then he’s shushing you, thumbs wiping at your tears.

“You look pretty when you cry,” Mike murmurs it under his breath but it’s loud enough for you to hear, and your teary eyes go wide for what feels like the twentieth time today. Pretty?

“You’re so dumb,” He continues, shaking his head and chuckling a bit while he pushes a strand of hair from your forehead. His voice is so soft, his touch so gentle. You feel yourself nuzzle your head into his hand, leaning into his touch. It’s addictive.

“I love you too,” It’s those words that make your breath hitch. You feel like you’re having a heart attack, your heart beating out of your chest and your stomach doing somersaults. He loves you too?

“And I wish you would have told me sooner. By the time El came around I figured you didn’t like me – don’t look at me like that, I was twelve,” He rolls his eyes, knowing that even if you aren’t talking you’d figure out a way to judge him somehow, “And then by the time we broke up, you were gone…they’d taken you. That’s how I saw it, anyway–”

He sighs, pulling you closer so your head is resting against his stomach, lean muscle underneath more comforting than you remember. His hands rub circles and trace shapes into your shoulders, your back, remembering how much it used to soothe you.

“And then when I finally realized that maybe I should get off my ass and do something, you were gone.”

Mike pauses, laughing almost bitterly to himself, “Wanna know a secret?”

When you nod against him he smiles to himself, “I figured it out that night, too. In my room. When I said you were my number one girl I wasn’t lying – haven’t even looked at anyone since then. Everyone else just started to look like you. – Look at me, please?”

You pull back, eyes glossy with tears, puffy and red. One of his thumbs strokes your cheek, his own voice sounding choked up, “There she is. You’re so pretty…god, we lost a lot of time, didn’t we?”

You continue looking up at him and he laughs, this time paired with a shake of his head, “You can talk now, nerd.”

“Finally, God, that was the worst – don’t you know not letting me talk is t-torture?” You glare up at him through your tears, bottom lip jutted out in a pout. He thinks it’s the cutest thing he’d ever seen.

“Can –” You hiccup, sniffle a little, “Can you kiss me now? If I have to go through any more embarrassing confessions today, I’m going to pass out from emotional exhaustion. I just wanna skip to where we’re happy and you’re my boyfriend.”

Mike rolls his eyes at you but nods, unable to stop the grin on his features, “We can do that. One question, though –”

You tilt your head in confusion, brow raised but still encouraging him to continue.

“My big doe eyes? My big hands? My shaggy hair? You were kinda whipped, huh?”

“Oh my god, shut up shut up, if you don’t kiss me in two seconds I’m going to punch y–”

And then you feel the soft press of slightly chapped lips against you. You taste the cotton candy chapstick he’d never stopped buying after you gave one to him when you were twelve. You finally understand what movies and books mean when they say fireworks went off after a kiss. Everything feels right, and Mike’s tongue sliding against yours feels like the most natural thing in the world. The way you both inch up the bed until he’s hovering above you feels like it was meant to happen, and the way you press your noses together and giggle feels long overdue. That weight on your shoulders falls away completely.

It’s perfect.

–

“Virgin still? Blink once for yes and twice for no,” Your hand shoots out to smack Dustin’s cap off of his head, rolling your eyes when he shouts ‘hey! No violence!’.

“None of your business, Henderson – what me and my boyfriend do is confidential.” Your words are met with a groan from the rest of the group – except for El and Will, who only give you happy smiles. They haven’t seen you this happy in a long time. You hadn’t stopped referring to Mike as your boyfriend for the entire day, too high on the adrenaline of finally being able to call him yours (and being newly deflowered).

You hadn’t had a movie night with your friends in the Wheeler’s basement in a long, long time. You’re mad at yourself for thinking you hadn’t missed it.

“He might be your boyfriend, but does he have great hair and really big muscles?” Steve interjects, flexing his arm and letting his hand squeeze the muscle that bulges out.

“Oh, or really pretty blue eyes?” Nancy smirks, eyebrows raised.

“But is he, like, the total package? Cooking, cleaning, and taking care of the kids?” Jonathan grins while he walks down the stairs, his arm draping over Nancy’s shoulders easily.

Your hands shoot up to cover your face and you curl up into Mike’s side, shaking your head fervently and squealing, “Stop it! Oh my god, you guys suck, I was a baby! Those don’t count!”

The sounds of breathless laughter fills the room and you peek through your fingers to look at all of your friends, for once feeling like you don’t have to run away from them. Like maybe you could stay a while.

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ang3lfory0u · 2 years

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~Surprise~ (Max Mayfield x fem!reader)

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Words cannot describe how much I adore that girl

Anyway here is something random cause the Stranger things brain rot is real ♡

Fem!reader x Max!fluff <3

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Your hair was plastered against your forehead with rain, your eyes being blurred with the droplets that rolled down your forehead. It wasn’t light rain either-the sound of it hitting the pavement and trees around you hammered in your ears as you walked down the street.

Your heart was pounding with excitement-you hadn’t seen Max in almost four days (far too long), and surprising her would be the most out of the ordinary thing you’d done in a while.

A dazed smile flickered onto your face as Max’s small home came into view. Not being able to wait any longer-you picked up speed, running towards the house.

You nearly slipped on the wet grass but you caught your fall with your hands grasping the banisters of the porch. Stabilising yourself, you slowed down, slowly making you way up the steps and towards the front door.

Your hand reached up and knocked on the door, awaiting any sound of movement in the house. After a few seconds, you heard footsteps coming towards the door. Your smile returned to your face-softer this time. However, it grew ten times as the door opened to reveal max.

She was standing there, hair all over the place, eyes dazed with sleep and in only a large shirt that hung loosely at her frame. She must have been in bed. At 5 pm. But oh well, she still looked lovely as always.

“My my love no need to get dressed up for me” you teased. Smirking as her eyes widened at the sight of you, her frown immediately snapping into a grin.

“Yeah well y’know-I figured I should impress my girl, show her how much I love her” she mockingly bragged. Leaning her body against her arm that rested next to you, a smug expression on her face.

“No need to impress me darling-I know you love me” you smirked back.

The two of you just stared at each other for a moment, just enjoying each other’s features. Her eyes trailed down slightly and chuckling.

“Did you enjoy the rain by chance?”

You looked down, noticing your shirt was completely stuck to your frame. You’re cheeks heated up slightly but you just replied, “yeah I did, how could you tell?”

She grinned, “alright come on I’ll get you some towels and stuff”

You jokingly frowned, “what? you don’t want a nice wet hug?”

“Can’t say I do doll-maybe later” she winked.

You rolled your eyes, breathing out a laugh. “Yeah yeah okay”

You shuffled into the house, shutting the door behind you. You followed max to the bathroom and watched as she shuffled around for towels.

“Aha!” She whipped around, “told ya! I can take care of you honey”

You smiled “never said you couldn’t my love”

She grinned and handed you the towel. You began to attempt to dry your hair. Max watching with a blissed smile.

You looked back at her, “you’re in a good mood huh?”

Max sighed, “well I wasn’t until you showed up”

You slightly frowned, “what happened? I mean I get I’m amazing and all but what about before? What was bothering you?”

Max hesitated, “was missing you I guess, hadn’t seen your smile of had your kisses in a few days-too damn long”

You let out a slight laugh, “alright well I’m here now, I was missing you too Max”

She turned slightly red, “uh yeah well y’know who wouldn’t? Wait no I mean thanks-thanks doll yeah”

You smirked, “of course love, uh do you have a shirt I can wear mines abut-wet”

“Yeah-yeah ofcourse hold on” Max walked past you and into her room, meanwhile you continued to dry your hair.

A moment later she returned, a black shirt in hand. You smiled, “thank you darling.”

She nodded with a tight lipped smile and left the room, shutting the door on her way out.

After you had changed, you walked out of the room, heading for max’s bedroom. You quietly slid open the door, only to see her sat up on the bed, the faint sound of Kate Bush floating in the air from her radio.

You smiled softly, as did she at the sight of you. She opened her arms, inviting you over to the bed. You obligated, settling between her legs and rapping your arms around her torso. You rested your head against her chest and listened to her steady heart beat. She in turn, rapped an arm around you and used her other hand to lace her fingers through your drying hair. You smiled against her at the feeling. Your breaths steadying.

After a minute or so, her voice spoke up, “this is lovely and all but I still haven’t gotten my kiss”

You sighed, “how could I forget”

You poked your head up and propped yourself up on your elbows and gave her a peck on the lips.

“Don’t go thinking that’s enough”

You chuckled, “alright alright”

You leaned back up and gave her a longer kiss. You could feel her smile against your skin and it caused you to smile too. Her hands wondered up to cup your cheeks, her thumbs gently massaging them.

You were very glad you decided to come over and so was Max.

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toomanyfandomsimfanvergent · 1 year

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oh my god just think about spooning Max after the events of the Upside Down bad things happen and she has a nightmare and you're there to comfort her :((

Max Mayfield x Reader

'She was Safe'

You wake up to the feeling of something moving. You assume Max was getting up or getting comfortable, until you hear whimpering. It must be another one of those stupid nightmares.

You sit up and see her shaking, whimpering, and moving like crazy. You don't hesitate to grab her wrists and then move to start shaking her shoulders. After every night you both spent together, you had gotten used to a routine.

Every few nights, she had one. If someone brought up the Upside Down, she has one. You were the only one who knew she still got them, even after almost two years since Vecna was killed.

After a few seconds of shaking, she jolts awake. There is a thousand emotions hiding in those tearful ocean blue eyes. It broke your heart to see Max this disoriented. She was the strong one. She says had been.

"It's me, Max. It's Yn," you say softly, Max watches you for a second before realizing you aren't going to transform into some monster with nine inch claws.

Once she realizes you are you. She dives into your arms, light sobs leaving her. You hold her tight as she cries into your chest.

The nightmares from the Upside Down never did go away. After everything that Max had been through, it only made sense. For someone who started driving less then a year ago, she had a shit ton of trauma.

"I'm sorry, baby," you whisper and kiss her forehead as she looks up at you. She quickly pressed a kiss to your lips before sitting up. Her face is then buried in the crook of your neck.

She wasn't one to talk after a nightmare. She never had been. Sometimes she would draw out scenes from what she had seen the morning after. Sometimes she would fade away to a shell of a person for a while.

"I love you, so much," Max chokes out between cries. She looks at you with a tear stained face and you wipe away the ones remaining on her cheeks.

She smiles and you swear, that is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen. Her smile alone makes this miserable life worth it.

"I love you to babygirl," you say softly and kiss her forehead, "Do you want to try and go back to sleep? Or do you want me to go make some tea?" You ask and she swallows.

"Sleep," she says, her voice almost a whisper. You nod and move to lay down with her. She is still pressed into your chest when you wrap your legs around her. It made her feel safe.

Her arms around your waist, your arms around her shoulder. Nothing could hurt her when you spooned her. Not Vecna, not Demogorgons, not anything.

She lets out a sigh before her breathing slows. After a few minutes, Max is completely out again. You finally decide it's time for you to sleep, now that Max was okay.

You quickly follow her into a peaceful slumber, knowing; she was safe.

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emadarkblog · 2 years

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what difference does it make (2) ♡ max mayfield

♡ [she tried to apologise, but you can’t be friends again]

warnings: angst, panic attacks

♡ max mayfield x fem!reader (she/her)

♡ part 1 part 3

she was ignoring you for two months. she even started distancing herself from everyone else. ‘what was happening?’ you somehow thought it was all your fault and now everyone else has to deal with this too.

two weeks came by and you were still crying every night, thinking about a stupid redhead breaking your heart all over again. ‘i don’t want this! i don’t want you…’ you also remembered when you saw her talking with lucas. jealousy instantly rising in every part of your body. ‘does she love him?’

“this is so stupid… why do i have to feel like this?” you whispered, sweating from your constant panic attacks.

next day you were unsurprisingly having another panic attack but this time in the school's bathroom. you couldn’t breathe properly and this darkened place wasn’t really helping it. you didn’t notice her at first, until you turned to leave…

she was standing there, looking at you with no emotion written on her face. internally she was so worried, but you obviously couldn’t tell.

once again you were trying to catch your breath, your heart breaking more and more with every second you looked at her.

“are you okay?” she internally face palmed and almost laughed at how pathetic that sounded. she took off her headphones, turning off what you assumed was kate bush.

“sorry, stupid question.” she apologised and started thinking of how she could help you in this situation. she never really witnessed you in this state. max knew that your everyday’s happy face was just a mask but still, your pained expression broke her heart.

“i’ll just leave.” you mumbled as you grabbed your things and made your way out of the bathroom. but she stopped you with a soft touch of her fingers on your wrist. she knew you were this miserable because of her. she couldn’t wait anymore, she had to apologise now

“i’m sorry. i don’t know how to say this but i really am and i don’t know what to do now. you know i’m not good at this.”

“but that’s the point, maxine. do i really know you? i also didn’t think you would hate me so much because of a stupid question. ” your voice rising with each word.

“y/n, can’t we be friends again?” she sighed, every hope in her mind slowly disappearing.

“i don’t think i can be ‘just your friend’, i’m sorry.” you whispered as you were pushing the door open, “and by the way, congrats. you have a boyfriend again.”

#stanger things #stranger things fanfic #stranger things imagines #max mayfield #max mayfield imagine #max mayfield fanfic #max mayfield x y/n #max mayfield x you #max mayfield fluff #max mayfield angst #max mayfield x reader #max mayfield x fem!reader #max mayfield x female reader #max mayfield x female!reader #lesbian #bisexual

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sunnysidesadie · 2 years

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rain check?

requested: no (go request things!!)

pairing: max mayfield x fem!reader

word count: 1.3k words

summary: Vecna got to max before you could, but you promise it to her and everyone else that you’ll go on that movie date eventually.

warnings: VOL 2 spoilers!!, gore, angst angst and more angst, slight fluff, mentions of jason carver

this is my first piece of writing, so be kind!! i’m so sorry for any tears i’ll cause :,)

Everything would’ve gone to plan if it wasn’t for Jason Fucking Carver. Lucas and you wouldn’t be on the verge of blacking out from pain, Max would be listening to Kate Bush right now, and in a few days you and her would be at the movies.

However, when do things actually go to plan? Instead with one eye open you watched as your girlfriends bone’s snapped one by one, and her eyes starting to bleed.

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Erica came racing up the stairs and stared at you and her, being equally terrified at the sight of her brother being beat and the scene of Max and you.

You were rocking Max back and forth brushing her hair out of her eyes. “Erica! We need an doctor, please call an ambulance!”

She continued to give you a motionless, yet frightened stare. “Hurry, call an ambulance!” You shouted.

As Erica ran downstairs you heard the sweet broken sounding voice of your girlfriend you’ve been so worried about.

“Y/N?” She called out, being unable to see at the moment.

“Yes? Yes, I’m here. I’m here.” You didn’t know whether by saying that if you were reassuring Max or yourself.

“I-I can’t feel...or see anything.” She gasped.

You kept rocking back and forth, hoping that it’d could calm her somewhat in this moment of pain. If you were in pain and injured, you couldn’t imagine how it’d feel for Max right now.

“I know, I know. It’s okay.” You lied. All you wanted to do was make sure that while she was in pain that you were here for her. “We’re going to get you help okay?”

Even though she couldn’t see you, you still smiled at her just like you did every other day. It gave you some sense of normalcy right now.

“Y/N, I’m scared. I’m so scared. I’m so scared.” Max kept repeating. You heart clenched at those words, that was the opposite of how you wanted her to feel right now.

“I know, I know, I know.” You said. You wiped away any tears that were falling from your face. You felt so bad every time you looked into her glossed over, blank eyes.

“I don’t wanna die. I’m not ready.” She whimpered.

Tears came from your eyes at a faster rate. Why did this have to happen to her, to you, to your seemingly happy relationship. Max and you had gone through so much lately and you just wanted a sense that everything would be okay.

“You’re not going to die, we have our movie on Friday. Remember? We’re going to go see...” You paused trying to keep the conversation going. “We’ll see whatever you want to see.”

She could barely hear you and just repeated her feelings about death. “I don’t want to go! I’m not ready!” Max shouted.

“You’re not going to die!” You shouted. “Just-just hang on!” You cried. Being brave was out of the picture now and as she was crying, so were you.

All of a sudden your girlfriends eyes start to close, and you can’t see the white orbs anymore. “Max..max, max?” You called out; praying that’d she answer. “No, no, no Max. Stay with me.”

Lucas just started to wake up from the pain he encountered, which was much more severe than yours. All he could do was stare at you while you were cradling your presumed dead girlfriend.

“No! Max! Max, stay with me!” You let out the most anguishing sob as the house started to rumble.

Lucas pushed himself out of the way, and you pulled Max’s limp body further into yours and scooted away from the middle of the attic.

Floorboards started to crack as the gate to the upside down started to split the house in half. The gate went throughout Jason’s body which was the only thing that night you could let out the smallest of smiles for.

Staring in horror at the scene unfolded, paramedics rushed in the house to help get Max, Lucas, Erica, and you to the hospital. All in some ways needing injuries to be checked out. Everyone knew whose injuries were the worst.

On the way to the hospital all you could do was stare at the comatized body who was now a shell of who you love.

Being forced to go back home the next day you returned with a new book in hand. Taking over Lucas’s place of watching over her. Even though he knew you two were dating, Max and him were the most platonic soulmates you’ve ever seen. You never had a problem with the two of them hanging out.

Lucas saw you walk into the room and stare upon Max’s body and the cords attached to her. He walked up to you and put a hand on your shoulder drawing you out of your blank stare.

“Hey Y/N, I hope you got some sleep.” You shook your head, not being able to since that night. “She’s been doing okay. No changes overnight for the better but more importantly none for the worst.”

You nodded, feeling like that was all you could do. Him and resumed seats over in the corner. You took your spot right next to her bed and pulled out Max’s favorite book: The Talisman-by Peter Straub and Stephen King.

You opened to where you left of the previous day. “He opened his eyes, and further words died in his throat.” You grasped her hand continuing. “He forgot about the need to sick up that horrible parody of wine.”

She continued on with the story not letting her eyes trail off Max’s face. Suddenly the door opens and familiar faces walk in.

“Oh my god...We called you guys like crazy.” Lucas said as he stood up walking over to the group.

Your eyes just looked over to Will and Eleven’s, the closest friends out of everyone. Will gave you a weak smile and Eleven could barely muster to look at you.

“I know we came as soon as we heard.” Mike said to Lucas, he then turned to you. “I’m sorry.”

Everyone looked to you hoping that you might utter something. You didn’t.

Eleven walked closer to where your girlfriend was laying. “Do they know..when she will...wake?” She asked.

You finally spoke up but couldn’t look at the group as a whole. “No. They say she might not...her heart stopped. For over a minute.” You had to take a deep breath. “She died. I, I mean clinically...but then she came back.”

Eleven walked closer and sat on the bed as you kept talking. “The doctors don’t know how, the say it’s a miracle.” You look over to Eleven, having some suspicion.

Eleven tried to look into Max’s mind but couldn’t find anything. “I’m sor-”

You cut her off and everyone looked to you. “We were supposed to go to a movie you know. This Friday. Obviously that plan went to shit. Seems like life just really wanted to throw a wrench into our relationship. How homophobic of them.”

Lucas looked at her in shock, wondering how she could make jokes in a time like this.

“Oh come on, it was funny.” You sighed. “But, I know you guys think I’m crazy for having this much hope because it’s damn near impossible for her to wake up and see a movie again. But I don’t care, I will rain check as damn long as I need because I’m not breaking another promise to her.”

Eleven nodded as you finished your monologue. No one really knew what to say. There was nothing that they really could say.

“You guys should go, fix up the cabin now that there’s someone to inhabit it. Tell your mom I say hi.” You directed towards Will.

They nodded and everyone started filing out, eventually Lucas and Erica too. You turned back to your girlfriend and opened the book again. “So where did we leave off?’

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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 2 years

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me finishing st4 in one sitting & running headlong into pre-planning to make my fic even gayer:

#m!cosmic #will byers x male!reader #gn!cosmic #will byers x gn!reader #f!cosmic #will byers x fem!platonic!reader #will byers x platonic!reader #max mayfield x fem!reader #el hopper x fem!reader #which one will it be teehee im not telling yet #is it even between these two??#okay probably but wHicH oNe?#stranger things #cosmic #stranger things x reader #stranger things 4 #cosmic 4

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massivefuckinlesbian · 1 year

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Unrequited

Summary: You love Max Mayfield. Love that will never be returned from the girl.

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You knew it was wrong. You knew everything about this was wrong. You weren’t supposed to fall in love with your best friend. You were not supposed to look at her like that. You weren’t supposed to hurt this bad when she was gone.

Max Mayfield had been your everything since you met her in middle school. Her red hair and blue eyes were forever imprinted in your mind. You did anything you could to get to know her. Anything in your power to spend more time with her. Your best memories became those with Max Mayfield. You memorized every line of her face. The sound of her voice. How her voice sounded when she said your name. You had fallen in love with Max Mayfield, and there was nothing you could do to fall out.

What killed you the most was that she was happy. You wanted to see her happy, but seeing her smile. Hearing her laugh when she was with Lucas almost killed you. But she was happy. Those laughs and smiles were something you would never be able to bring her. You would never be able to bring her the same joy Lucas did. She would never lean her head against your shoulder. She would never let you press a kiss to her forehead when she was upset. She would never instinctively reach out for your hand when she was scared. You would never be able to give her what Lucas already had.

She was happy though. Maxine Mayfield was happy and that is how you slept at night. You would cry. You would cry because you knew you weren’t going to be the one she turned to when she needed someone to calm her nightmares. You would cry because there was absolutely nothing you could do to make Max love you the way she loved Lucas. You would never be looked at with the same eyes she gave him. You would never be able to feel the feeling of her lips pressed against yours. You would never be the one who held her while she slept. You would never be the one who got to love.

So you loved her in secret. You dreamt of days that would never come. You cried at night for all of the things you would never be able to do. You looked away whenever she was near Lucas. You ignored the concerned glances from the rest of them. You shied away from Max when she asked you what was wrong because you knew you would never be able to tell her.

I love you. Those three words you wanted to utter more than life itself, but would never be able to. Those three words that were destroying you from the inside out. Those three words that reminded you of what would never come. Three words. Three little words that you would never be able to say because Max Mayfield would never love you the way you loved her.

A/N: My first fan fiction post. My requests are open. Feel free to send something in for any of your favorite female characters.

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nataliebuckleyromanoffharrington · 2 years

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Treat you better

→ Pairs: Eleven x sister!reader, Max Mayfield x f!reader, Robin Buckley x f!reader, Erica Sinclair x f!reader, Nancy Wheeler x f!reader, Mike Wheeler x f!reader, Will Byers x adopted sister!reader, Dustin Henderson x f!reader, Lucas Sinclair x f!reader, Steve Harrington x f!reader, Argyle x f!reader, Jonathan Byers x f!reader, Eddie Munson x f!reader.

→ Summary: Who will you pick?

→ Warning/s: minor mentions of dying, minor mentions of the Demogorgon, a few swear words.

→ Universe: Stranger Things

→ Setting: A day after you and Eleven close the gate

→ Age: 20

→ Genre: [A/F]

→ Note: You and Eleven are blood sisters, Joyce Byers adopted you and Eleven 2 years ago, making you two sisters with Will and Jonathan Byers and daughters of Joyce Byers. You two have the same powers, same past and trauma.Pretend that Robin and Max were there in Season 1. Yes, you are 20 and Eleven's 15. This short story contains lyrics from Treat you better by Shawn Mendes

→ Reminder: You DO NOT have permission to plagiarize, repost and claim the story are yours. Reblogs, likes and comments are very much appreciated by me :)

→ y'all are going to have to guess who y/n likes more;)

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Y/N's POV:

Me and my sister are currently in Mike's basement with our friends - Nancy, Robin, Dustin, Max, Erica, Will, Lucas, Argyle, Steve and Mike, El's boyfriend. It isn't so bad here, it's actually quite nice. It's my first time here, I was staying with Joyce Byers before me and my sister were on a run since papa showed up. And finally, we're together again. Joyce adopted me and Eleven a week after Eleven and I met again.

She's number 11 and I'm number ten. We recently found out about our mother a week ago, before everything went downhill. First, we found out that a gate to the Upside down was opened. Last but not the least, papa showed up which is a bad sign. Turns out my name is actually Y/N and Eleven is Jane.

"You could've died in there! You could've been taken by that thing!" Steve argued back to me. I don't know why he didn't want me to go.

"Well, I didn't, Steve. Why didn't you want me to go? Did you want my sister to do it alone?! Did you want her to die?!" I raised my voice angrily. If he wants my sister to die, I'll die with her - or he could die first before my sister.

"No! I don't! I don't want you to go because I love you and I can't lose you!"

Everyone gasped at Steve's response. Oh. my. God. He likes me!? Steve 'the hair' Harrington likes me?! The playboy, Heartthrob Steve likes me?! That's why?! Even I was taken back at his sudden confession. He froze at his spot when he realized what he had just said.

"Holy Shit. You like y/n! I knew it!" Lucas broke the silence between all of us, he began chanting, "Steve likes y/n" with Dustin, Max and El.

He groans out of embarrassment "It's not like that, okay?"

"El and I win Dustin" Max said to the kid while doing the 'give me' hand gesture. Did they just do bet on us? Dustin groaned loudly and gave Max and El their prize.

"You did a betted on us?" I asked, I received a nod from the four kids "Oh my God. Why?"

"We always sense some sexual tension when you two lock eyes every time. It's like you are talking with each other with your minds. So we thought that you two like each other, so, we made a bet. El and Max went for you two having a crush on each other and and I went for you two only having either one of you likes the other" Dustin explained to us

"Telepathy" El added

"For how much?" Steve asked

"A hundred bucks" Max blurted out

"A hundred bucks?!" Steve and I exclaimed in synch, we share a surprised look before looking back at the four kids.

"Yeah, two teams. Each person on that team gets 50 bucks" Dustin explained to us

"Wait! Are we just going to ignore the fact that y/n didn't say anything after Steve's confession?" Mike interrupted us. Right. I didn't.

"Do you like Steve back?" Nancy asked me straight away

I turn to Steve "Can I talk to you, " I glance at the kids then looked back at him "Alone?"

"Y.. yeah, s... sure" He stuttered with scratching the back of his neck, the two of us went out of the house to talk alone. Without any kids. But I'm pretty sure that at least one of them followed us out, those snoops . "What did you, uh, want to talk about?"

"About what you said. Is it true? Because I don't want to be the only one who believes that it's not true" I answered

No one's POV:

Whilst y/n and Steve are talking outside, the kids in the basement were betting once again.

"I'll go with y/n doesn't feel the same way" Lucas betted first

"Same" Max, El, Nancy, Dustin and Robin all teamed with Lucas.

"I'll go with y/n feeling the same way" Mike declared, confident with his answer

"I'm with Mike" Will, Jonathan, Eddie and Argyle teamed with Mike

"Wait, you're all seriously betting over y/n/n and Steve?" Erica interrupted the betting

"As you heard, yes we are. Whose team are you on?" Nancy asked the kid

"I'll choose but it depends on how much the winner wins" Erica sassed

Honestly, Robin was hurt when she found out that Steve likes y/n because she has taken a liking to the y/h/c woman ever since they met. No one actually knows who y/n really likes, that's why they betted in the first place. Robin and y/n are very close friends, both women work together at Scoops Ahoy with Steve. The mall has been in Hawkins for a year now, and ever since it was built, many stores in the downtown have lost its customers, including the local video rental store.

Where you and Robin first met, you were looking for a job there and you saw that the local video rental store, known now as Family Video, was hiring so you applied, there you met Robin and the rest in history.

"20 bucks," Lucas answered "Each person on the winner team gets 20 bucks"

"25" Erica opposed the deal

"20" Lucas argued

"25 or I'm not picking"

"Fine. 25 bucks for each person on the winner team" Lucas gave up

"Then I'll go with y/n feels the same way" Erica chose a team.

At that exact moment, when the other team was about to argue Steve and y/n came walking down the stairs. As y/n steps on the floor, she took Robin's hand and dragged the woman beside her. Steve had a miserable expression on his face.

"Steve. Robin. Would you two like to share what you two are feeling about me so I could decide, please?" Y/N requested. Only Nancy knows about Robin's feelings for y/n, and only Jonathan knows about Steve's feelings for y/n which is now revealed to the kids.

Everyone looked quizzically at y/n, confused about what she's talking about.

"Then I'm not picking" she sighed, walking limply to the couch and plopped on it while everyone still had their eyes on her. "What? You're wondering why I know, am I right?"

Robin and Steve nodded, as well as the others. That made y/n sigh again and stood up, with her hands holding each other behind her as she walks towards the people she says, "Well, Robin, itall started when.."

What happend, this is in y/n's POV:

After I had studied with Billy in the back of Scoops Ahoy, I overheard Robin and Nancy talking, little did they know that I heard them

"I can't tell her yet, it's hard, Nance" Robin groaned

"You have to, or else one day you'll wake up and see that she's walking down the aisle, getting married to the love of her life whilst you stand there, completely regretting that you didn't tell her sooner" Nancy told her best friend

"But what if she doesn't like me back?"

"At least you told her before it's too late"

End of story, No one's POV:

"Oh" Robin whispered, embarrassed that y/n, her crush, had to find out like that.

"And as for Steve," you sighed "you all know how I found out" you sat back down on the couch

"So who's your pick? I can treat you better" Steve stated

Robin frowned and said, "I know I can treat you better that he can"

"any girl like you deserves a gentleman" Steve fought

"Tell me why are we wasting time on all your wasted crying hen you should be with me instead? I know I can treat you better better than he can" Robin argued

"I'll stop time for you. The second you say you'd like me too" Steve argued back

Everyone was amused by this little show, probably the highlight of the sleepover.

"This is a sleepover, not some open forum" Dustin whispered to Max

"Let them fight for y/n. It's amusing" Max whispered to Dustin. Robin started walking towards you, gripping onto your arms gently as she looks into your eyes.

"I just wanna give you the loving that you're missing. Baby, just to wake up with you. Would be everything I need, and this could be so different. Tell me what you want to do" Robin finished softly, y/n searched for any lies through Robin's eyes but she found nothing but love, desperation and... lust? "Who's your pick?"

"I choose..."

#stranger things x reader #Eleven x sister!reader #Max Mayfield x fem!reader #Robin Buckley x fem!reader #Nancy Wheeler x fem!reader #Erica Sinclair x fem!reader #Mike Wheeler x fem!reader #Will Byers x fem!reader #Dustin Henderson x fem!reader #Lucas Sinclair x fem!reader #Steve Harrington x fem!reader #Argyle x fem!reader #stranger things 1 #love triangle #who likes who?#Spotify

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asvterias · 2 years

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𝖸𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾!𝖬𝖺𝗑 𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌

Tag List; @clarkegriffinslever @janeswhore

a/n: Also this is set in season 4, without its actual plot.

Yandere!Max x Fem!Black!Buckley!Reader

Max would be an obsessive and possessive yandere

You are robin’s second cousin

You would be a new girl transferring into her school

Unexpectedly she was your tour guide and unfortunately for you, she was having a rough day

By the looks of it, she didn’t want to be friends with you

So you joined the cheerleading team and became close friends with Chrissy Cunningham

At first, Max would just glance at you in class/pep rallies but then it became lingering stares

She would be the type to admire from a distance and not comment

So you invited her to a sleepover and surprisingly she was extremely talkative

Frequently she would try to touch your hands or absentmindedly brush her fingers across your exposed thighs

Fortunately for her, you didn’t pay attention to it so she used that to her advantage

Would attempt to braid your raven hair into cute hairstyle ideas

Like she would literally have the gel in one hand, hair scrunchies on her wrist, and hair accessories sprawled out all over her vanity

Even lets you braid her ginger hair

So she would try to become friends with you

Being naive, you accepted her friendship unaware of the danger that awaits

Now things really started to heat up when you invited her to a pool party

It was the beginning of summer and you wanted to start off with a bang

I just feel like max would have a perverted mind and would peer down your bikini top while being so subtle whilst talking to you

Would often glare at people who also look at you

Cause why were they looking at you if you belonged to her??!!

But there was this one boy who really crossed the line with you

❝Who the hell was that, [name]?❞

❝Relax, max, he’s my boyfriend.❞

❝Boyfriend?? You’ve never told me that you had fucking boyfriend!!❞

❝Well, I’m telling you now.❞

She went completely off the radar after that and it became worrisome for you

While you were stressing about her, she was planning your boyfriend’s demise

But first, she had to ease more into your life to gain more perspective

She had drugged your drink with a truth serum

The next thing that you knew is that you were spewing all of your secrets to the redhead

One of them being that you like girls

Of course, max didn’t see this as a problem as you were perfect too and for her but the other thing that you said really triggered her

❝I’m pretty sure that my boyfriend’s cheating on me.❞

❝Do you want me to kill him?❞

❝What are you talking about?❞

❝Your asshole of a boyfriend, do you want him dead?❞

❝No! Max, I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy.❞

Soon after, she drugged you with sleeping pills and actually came forth with her plan

You found yourself in a glass box and immediately panicked

Warningly walking inside, she would reassure you with sweet words

❝Are you gonna hurt me?❞ You blurted out

You just had to know

She would plant a chaste kiss on your lips, ❝I would never hurt you.❞

That erupts a tiny cry from your lips

She would try to soothe you and kiss away the incoming tears that fallen down your face

❝Why are you doing this to me?❞

❝Can’t you see it?? I love you, [name].❞

❝People in love don’t kidnap others!❞

❝Well, I do! Cause whether you like it or not, you will learn to love me!❞

❝I could never and would never love you, Maxine! You need serious help!❞

Then her ginger eyebrows would crease in frustration and partial anger so you thought that she would lash out in rage but she didn’t

❝Well, it looks like someone’s not eating tonight.❞

She just got up, leaving you in complete darkness, and left

You cried yourself to sleep, not believing this new person that Max was becoming

Next time that you saw her, you would plan to escape

So you played along; talk when spoken to, eat when given food — the normal basics

Then you would lure her into the cage, pretend that you love her, and then escape

When she came the next day, bringing you breakfast, she stayed outside the cage and tried to make small talk still being cautious

You gave her short meaningless answers but, hey, at least it was progress

Ok maybe you felt a little guilt upon hearing the defeated sighs arising from her lips

So you decided to delay your plan and scooted over as close as the glass barrier could allow you to get

❝What's your favorite song?❞

❝Ummm… ‘Running Up That Hill’ by Kate Bush.❞

❝Really mines—❞

❝Material Girl by Madonna. I know since you would play it non-stop at our sleepovers.❞

It was enough to emit a tiny laugh from your throat causing a genuine smile from the redhead

❝[Name], you have to know that I didn't mean to scare you...or even hurt you. I guess…that I became too attached because you really make me feel safe and loved. And…god this is embarrassing… but I don't want to share you either. You know…just one day we might forget about this, leave Hawkins together, maybe settle down in Los Angeles and get married, and have most likely two kids.❞

❝Wow, it sounds like you have my whole life panned out.❞

❝It sounds a little extreme, I’m very aware. I know that don’t want more than three kids, you told me yourself. You also said you wanted to see Los Angeles at night and you would just adore braiding your kid's hair and dressing them up. You would be the best mom to them, hopefully even a better wife.❞

❝Friends for now, then we’ll see where life will take us.❞

Apparently, that little banter pursued her enough to bring her inside the cage with you

Luckily she wasn’t a critical thinker and left the door mildly open

Hesitantly, you hugged her tightly, wincing slightly when she reciprocated the hug

Gripping tightly on the pocketknife and you jammed it into her stomach, wincing when she let out a pained grunt as you snatched the keys out of her hand

The betrayal on her face was priceless as you locked the door behind you

But you shouldn’t feel bad cause she’s the one holding you hostage, not the other way around

❝Let me out, [name]! This is not a game!❞

❝No! You're gonna rot in there!❞

❝Wait, so that stuff that we talked about…was it all just a decoy? Did you really want to get to know me?❞ She placed her hand against the glass door, her baby blue eyes doe

❝Yes!!— Well, no!! Ok, I kinda have mixed feelings. You're delusional if you think that we can just move on from this and move away from Hawkins, get married and have children. Your dreams are basically one in a million, mayfield.❞

She was silent after your outburst and began searching in her back pocket for something

❝W-what are you looking for?❞

She held up an identical key to the one in your hand. ❝You really think that I wouldn’t have a spare key.❞

You broke off in a dash, heading straight towards the stairs and she was hot on your heels

Currently, you were two steps away from freedom

You. Were. So. Close.

But you know that happy moments are always short-lived

She grabbed your shoulders tightly and injected a needle in your right thigh making you yelp in pain. ❝I didn’t want to do this, darling, but you gave me no choice since you insist on being so god damn stubborn. Now relax, baby, I’ll be right here when you wake up.❞

Just then your vision started to go hazy as you lost your footing on the stairwell

❝What did you do to me, max?!❞

She whispered in your ear. ❝What was necessary. I know you better than anyone.❞

Just like that, you fell limp, eyes shutting down momentarily and you fell directly into her arms feeling a soft kiss on your temple before everything went black

She loved you too much to ever let you go and god be damned if someone ever took you away from her

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teaaagan · 1 year

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Door

Y/N: *Kicks the door down*

Max: What did you do?

Y/N: Nobody died

Max: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

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lovewheeler · 2 years

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— for you, the world

summary: max tries to be a good friend. really, she does.

content warnings: max is TWENTY!!!!!!, reader is like 18-19, brothers best friend!max, fem!reader ty to liyah for helping edit this i love u, no explicit smut between the two, reader gets off to the thought of max, slight perv!max (she watches), crybaby!reader, max is sweet and i love her, uhhh that's it

wc: 1.61k

“Aye, Henderson — Wheeler, fuck off, i’m trying to get a hit in!”

Your brother’s voice booms throughout the living room and it makes you grimace – why the hell were you even here?

“Can you stop yelling? You guys are so fucking annoying!”

Ah, that’s why. The powerful force of red hair and rage that sits next to you.

Maxine Mayfield. You’ve had a crush on her ever since she moved to Hawkins and started hanging out with your brother’s group of friends – she was just so dreamy! So strong, and sweet, and always made you feel included, and–

There’s a hand on your shoulder.

“You okay, bub? I know you hate when they’re loud.”

You blink. Snap yourself out of whatever daydream you’d been having about Max protecting you from the world and maybe making out with you. Turn your head and look at her with eyes so wide and pure that it makes her want to ruin you.

She snaps herself out of it.

The look she’s giving you feels loaded and you don’t know why. She isn’t mad at you, right? You can’t tell, but there’s an intensity in those ice blue eyes that makes you shiver and clench your legs just a bit tighter.

“Y-yeah – m’okay, Maxie! Just – might go up to my room for a little bit. K-kinda, um – kinda getting bored down here, and I have a test tomorrow, and – uh, yeah! Gotta go! Beat their asses for me!”

And then you’re scurrying off the couch and up the stairs, ignoring Max’s (and now your brother’s) worried gaze. You feel hot.

The second you get to your room you’re collapsing onto the bed, chest heaving with shaky breaths while you replay the last two minutes or so. Quite literally nothing happened, and yet you feel like everything happened. Max looked like she wanted to eat you. Like – like a predator, almost…

You slow your breathing. Close your eyes and let your mind wander like you’re so accustomed to doing, thoughts consumed by your Maxie.

There we go. Nothing calms you down like thinking of her, you realize – and maybe you might be a bit obsessed, but that wasn’t a problem if no one knew about it.

You couldn’t help it. Ever since she came into your life she’d been your protector, someone to count on – sure, the rest of the boys acted like you were their little sister, but she was different. She talked to you, asked you how your day was, yelled at the boys when they were bugging you – hell, she even helped you with your homework sometimes. You could text her random selfies and outfits without feeling self conscious, always giggling gleefully at the “lookin good, babe!” you would get in response. It was almost like she was your girlfriend. Almost.

Wouldn’t that be nice, though? If your Maxie really was your Maxie? You think she’d be a good girlfriend – caring, passionate, the type to love fiercely. Fierce. What a good adjective to describe her.

You shiver; the hand that had been resting on your stomach is stroking right above the waistband of your skirt, now, almost like you’re teasing yourself. You think this is how Max would touch you, if she was your girlfriend.

She’d probably be a fierce lover, too, you think – not selfish, never, but a bit rough. Brazen, maybe – the type to shove her hand down your pants and rub your clit in harsh circles just. Like. that.

“Mmph–!” You squeak the moment your fingers make contact with your clothed cunt, a crude imitation of the things you think Max is capable of. It’s like little lightning bolts jolting through you. It’s so good.

You shake your head, bringing yourself back to your thoughts. She’d probably have you stripped down by now, discard your jean skirt somewhere on your plush carpet (you make sure to do the same). She’d push your panties to the side just because she thinks it’s sweet how cute they make you look while she defiles you.

She’d coo, tell you you’ve got such a pretty pussy, then insert a finger and curl.

Your back arches up off the bed, eyes squeezed shut. It’s so good, you’ve never fingered yourself before, and the sting of the stretch only makes it better – because, in your head, it’s coming from your Maxie.

“S-so good – Maxie, Maxie, s’so good…” You’re whimpering to yourself, thankful that you’re alone upstairs and the loud sound of Super Smash Brothers can drown you out downstairs. You pump your one finger in lazily, adding another one when you get used to the stretch and start to need more (because Max would want you to be full, obviously). Your hips start bucking up to meet your hand and you have to turn so you can whine into the pillow instead, tears brimming your eyes while you try to hump yourself to completion.

But it isn’t working, and you sob and sniffle because it’s not fair, you just want to cum, your Maxie would make you cum, so why can’t you?

You’re so caught up in your own head that you don’t feel your phone buzzing at your side, your brother’s contact lighting up the screen.

You good? I’m sending Max up there ok? Just in case its girl stuff or whatever.

– – – – – – – – – –

Max is…confused. You had never run off from her like that before (well, sometimes, but usually it was when she got too close – she’d just figured you didn’t really like people being in your bubble, and she could respect that). She was just worried the boys had been bugging you too much, she knows how anxious you could get.

She’s almost relieved when your brother sends her to go check on you.

“I think she’s on her period or something, just go make sure she’s not upse – Byers, you asshole, don’t hit me off the platform –!”

She shakes her head and rolls her eyes, already halfway up the stairs by the time he finishes his sentence. Max loved your brother, she really did, but god, he was an idiot sometimes.

She’s worried while she walks down the hall to your room – she hopes she didn’t scare you, she tries not to. She knows she can be really abrasive sometimes, but –

“Maxie.”

Was that a whine?

“F-feels good, Maxie, don’t stop, p-please–”

No, yep, that’s a whine. Your whines. And it’s of her name.

Her hand’s shaking as it reaches up to twist your doorknob, pushing forward just slightly so she can peek through the crack. This is heinous. Awful. Something pervy teenage boys do when they can’t control their hormones. And yet she feels her cunt clench, wet heat pooling in her panties.

Apparently she’s not any better than a teenage boy. Nice.

But could you blame her? You just look so…cute; so frustrated, all high, needy whimpers, tears staining your pillow. You’re bucking your hips into your hand like you can’t cum and she can tell that you need help. You need her.

Max has, of course, always felt protective over you, but she never told you why. When you were younger, you reminded her a bit of herself – brash and bumbling and terrified to make new friends. By the time she’d grown into herself, you hadn’t – so she wanted to help you, in whatever way you needed. At that time, it was showing you how to skateboard or how to help you do a hard math problem.

As you both grew, her affection…changed. Got darker, stronger, more romantic than platonic. Max hated it. Your brother had welcomed her into his friend group with welcome arms and she’s gonna repay him by crushing on his baby sister? Fat fucking chance.

But you made it so hard, always prancing around in your tiny skirts and hanging off of her arm like you didn’t know what you were doing. And you didn’t, of course you didn’t, because for whatever reason you idolized her and wanted to be around her all the time. She didn’t have the heart to push you away like she knew she should, so she let you stay there, simultaneously too close and not nearly close enough. She wanted to keep you close, lest you stray to someone else — she knew how boys were, and she knew they definitely wanted to do all of the depraved things to you that she did.

But you wanted her – really wanted her, she could see it in the way your slick sticks to your fingers while they pump in and out of your puffy cunt, how your pretty ass is arched up perfectly. It’s like you’re trying to get her in trouble.

And you are. Clearly.

“M-maxie, can’t do it myself – need you, please–”

She jumps. Almost falls back onto the hallway carpet. You’re looking at her, glassy eyes wide in the way that makes her want to jump on you. You’re asking her to help you, not your fantasy her –

And Max had always been awful at saying no to you.

She rushes into the room immediately, clicking the door closed behind her and locking it for good measure. Of course you’d forgotten to do that. Silly.

The bed dips under her weight, pale hands cupping your face. Her voice is a sweet coo, just like you thought it’d be, reassuring and warm and safe. Your lashes flutter and you sniffle – you’re so frustrated, so close. You need it.

You whimper when she pulls one of her hands away and Max shushes you, letting you nuzzle into her other one, her thumb wiping your tears away softly. Her free hand reappears to tap against your hip; her touch feels scalding, but her voice soothes it immediately. “Shhh, shhh, baby, why’re you crying, huh? C’mon, turn over for me – show me where you need me, okay? We’re gonna make you feel all better.”

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