#max mayfield uses a wheelchair

[acrolius]

someone please write my steve as djo au!!

it's just rattling around in my brain and it won't leave. just two hyperfixations smashed together

here we go:

the early 90s (about 6 years after the events of season 4) finds steve living in chicago. steve is the last one to leave hawkins. the kids graduate from high school and they, along with nancy and robin, leave the small, traumatized town for college, cities or states away. without the party, there is nothing left in hawkins for steve except a lousy minimum wage job and an empty house that his parents never visit. joyce and hopper moving is what finally gets him to let go.

the nightmares and the anxieties never fully leave him, even after he has left their birthplace. the interdimensional threats may be gone but the scars they left remain jagged and raw. will can't walk alone in the dark, max can't walk at all, and steve pulls away from everyone who tries to help. he sees the kids every few months and talks with dustin on the phone every week. he hasn't seen eddie since eddie left town just months after the dust settled.

in his grief, he finds music. it's something a therapist suggests, to externalize his thoughts and let them live elsewhere. if it worked for for eddie, why can't it work for him? his parents forced him to learn piano as a child, another box to check in their picture perfect family, but he hasn't played for himself in years. he finds a keyboard at a thrift store a few days later. it's scratched up and some of the keys are sticky, but it's all he can afford with his meager salary. his parents cut him off years ago, with harsh words and a slap to the face of their disappointment of a son. as his fingers brush over the plastic keys, he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. he closes his eyes and plays.

he likes the lyricism of music, once the words leave his head, they don't just belong to him. steve the musician feels different from steve the local bookseller with ptsd and a scrungly cat. hawkins was a small town, but no one knows him in chicago. the anonymity feels freeing. he can be honest because no one is watching.

he writes "chateau" about the calm that was the summer after vecna was defeated. they were finally safe and it felt like he had an actual family for once in his life. but like everything else in his life, it didn't last. eddie was the first to leave. steve had already fallen head over heels for eddie, but now he couldn't tell him. eddie would never be happy in hawkins and steve just couldn't leave. in a choice between his happiness and eddies, he would pick eddie's every time. they were never super close, but with the distance they drift apart.

robin, after listening to him every day in their shared apartment, tricks him into performing live for the first time. she signs him up for an open mic night at a local bar and lets him know by slamming the flier down on their wobbly kitchen table. "do you have plans for friday night? yes? cancel them."

friday nights at the bar becomes steve's night. none of his friends except robin know about his music but the bar regulars greet him with kind smiles each week. it's refreshing to play for strangers, people who don't know who he is and what he's been through.

his anonymity comes to a halt one week when eddie, fellow resident of chicago, happens to choose a new bar to visit. steve is at the keyboard, turned away from the entrance, when eddie walks in for a beer. it's not what eddie normally listens to but he's drawn to the emotion and beauty in the man's voice. imagine his surprise when the man finally turns and it's steve harrington.

. . . then you know, they reconnect, eddie slowly falls in love with steve in return and they live their gay little lives together

anyway, this is all the result of a long speech to text note on my phone. i have listened to djo's music on repeat and have djo!steve hcs for nearly all of them

[morganski-19]

Chills Right to the Marrow Part 22

part 1, prev part

Mike is crammed into this spot next to Dustin and keeps squirming. Keeps adjusting himself and elbowing Dustin in the ribs. He said that this wasn’t a good hiding spot, but Mike thought it was fine. Een though there is a perfectly good wall that they all could hide behind, but instead the four of them are crammed behind the counter.

“If you move one more time, I’m getting up,” Dustin groans when Mike pushes him into the corner cabinet.

“I’m just trying to get comfortable.” Mike continues to shift, accidentally hitting Will in the face.

“Ow,” Will snaps. Rubbing at his cheek.

Mike stops what he was doing, awkwardly turning to look at Will while his arms are stuck in front of him. “Shit, I’m sorry. Are you ok?”

“If you’re this uncomfortable, why don’t you go hide with Erica under the table,” Will suggests, rolling his eyes.

“I don’t think so,” Erica says, almost mocking them with how much space she has under the table. “Have you smelled him recently?”

Mike slams his head into the cabinet in defeat. “I don’t smell that bad.”

Erica hums sarcastically.

“We wouldn’t have had this problem if we just hide behind the wall,” Dustin retorts.

“But then were would we go,” Robin yells from behind the wall. Where she, Nancy, Steve, Jonathan, and his friend Argyle, who is for whatever reason still here in Hawkins, are hiding.

“We could have fit,” Dustin sasses back.

El and Will make eye contact and shake their heads. Dustin rolls his eyes at them and leans closer to the cabinet to his right. Trying to give as much space as possible.  Mike starts to shift again, pressing his elbow deep into Dustin’s side.

“That’s it, Erica move over. I’m hiding with you.” Dustin pulls himself out from between Mike and the cabinet and finally is able to breathe. He crawls over to the table and sits next to Erica. Giving Mike the room his apparently needs. “That better.”

Mike shifts over with reluctant relief, “Yes, thank you.”

Dustin has an insult on his tongue, but bites it down when a car pulls into the driveway. Leaning his head just right, he can look out the window and see the door open. Lucas and Mrs. Mayfield help Max out of the car into her wheelchair. They wheel up the front door, and it’s time.

When the door opens, the lights click on and everyone pops out of their hiding places. Yelling a mix of words that they should have coordinated before so it sounded better. But it doesn’t matter, because Max is smiling, a real genuine smile. Without the condescension that Dustin usually has to fight through just to see that she really cares.

She’s wheeled to the living room and the welcome home party really starts. The group finally together in the same room, that isn’t a hospital, in a long time.

Well, everyone except Eddie. Eddie who’s still stuck in the hospital for who knows how long. Suffering in silence and not expressing how he’s feeling. Or how Dustin thinks he should be feeling.

But that’s not important now. What’s important is that Max is home and is starting to really get better. Her muscles are starting to regain strength, and in a few weeks, the casts can come off. She’ll start physical therapy and the pain in her limbs will hopefully calm down.

Everything will be ok again. Dustin’s more sure of it than ever.

“Are you ok, dude?” Lucas asks when Mike keeps rubbing his neck.

“Yeah, just hurts from when we were hiding.”

Max stops whatever she was saying. “Why were you guys hiding?”

“Cause it would ruin the surprise if you came in a saw us,” Mike says, trailing off as he realizes what she means. “Fuck, we didn’t have to hide.”

Suddenly, El and Erica start giggling.

Will makes a face of realization and then smacks a hand over his face “We are so stupid.”

“Holy shit,” Dustin exhales. Coming up to speed.

Max joins in on Erica and El’s laugher. Lucas joining in, too.

“You guys forgot I’m fucking blind,” Max gets out between bursts of laughter. “I can’t see if you’re hiding or not. You’re such idiots.”

“It’s the thought that counts,” Mike defends, looking sheepish. “And why didn’t you say anything?”

El shrugs. “I did not want to ruin the fun.”

“I needed more evidence to prove that you’re a bunch of idiots,” Erica adds. High-fiving Max’s outstretched hand.”

“Well, why didn’t you guys say anything,” Dustin asks toward the older crew.

“Same reasons,” Robin sums up, returning to her conversation with Jonathan.

It’s then that he discovers that Steve and Nancy are missing. Lingering worry builds in his stomach, and he goes to find them. Needing to know that nothing happened.

Part of his brain is telling him to stop. That it’s probably some dumb shit based on Steve’s feelings about Nancy that came up during spring break. He’s probably just apologizing for it, or something else. But Jonathan’s right there, and him and Nancy are still together. Neither of them are the type of people to go behind his back.

At least that’s how Dustin thinks of them.

“So you’ll do it?” Dustin hears Steve asks around the hallway.

“Yeah, I just don’t understand why you want me to,” Nancy responds.

“I already cursed them out twice, doubt they’re going to listen to me again.”

“I could end up cursing them out too, then where does that get us?”

Steve sighs. “I don’t know. Talk to Hopper and have him curse them out. They deserve it after all the shit we’ve been through.”

There’s a silence before Nancy speaks again. “You’re really going to bat for him.”

Him. Dustin’s mind is trying to fill in the blanks as much as he can. Are they talking about Eddie?

“Yeah, well, no one deserves to be left behind. Not like this.”

“It’s not a bad thing, just new. It’s good. You need more friends your own age.”

Steve laughs. “Let me know when you talk to them, ok.”

“Yeah, I will.”

Dustin walks away before they realize he was listening. Back to the party, but his mind still wondering what they were talking about. Who Nancy is going to talk to.

He is always left out of the loop for things like this. It’s getting annoying. He goes back to standing by Lucas, as the conversation continues as if he never left.

Steve returns to the group of older kids with two drinks in his hands, giving one to Robin. Nancy does the same with Jonathan, slipping close beside him. No notion of the conversation she and Steve had.

Max eventually gets tired and the party comes to a close. Dustin asks Steve about the conversation with Nancy when it’s just them in the car.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s nothing,” Steve responds quickly. Annoyed that Dustin overheard it at all.

“You don’t need to keep things from me, I’m not a child.”

Steve stops at a stop sign, turning to face Dustin. “I know, but this is something for us to handle.” Steve’s voice is tense, urging to make Dustin drop it. “It’s not something you need to know. Ok?”

“Yeah, ok,” Dustin agrees, defeated.

A car pulls up behind them and honks the horn. Making Steve turn back to the road and keep driving.

next part

note: probably should have put this disclaimer a while ago but I forgot. This fic deals with a lot of things that I don't personally experience, and so if anything that I have written is insensitive, please feel free to call me out. I am not above criticism as long as it is helpful, and I am always willing to learn about different perspectives.

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[sunflowersand-bees]

can we take a moment to talk about max mayfield? she's got divorced parents, she's a skateboarder, she's from california, she takes care of herself, she fell in love with a black guy despite all the challenges that interracial couples faced in the eighties, she outlived her abusive brother and she's confronted the guilt she felt about his death and her part in it, she's madmax, she's amazing at video games, she's best friends with a superpowered lab experiment, she helped her friends breakup because it was better for them, she's blind and she uses a wheelchair, she was in a coma for several years, she died and came back to life because of the love she showed her friend, she's a bisexual, she goes by max and dislikes her birth name of maxine, she can't ever skateboard again, her mother's an alcoholic, she misses her father, she's dating a girl and a guy despite it being the eighties, she's a zoomer, she loves kate bush, and she's stared death in the face several times and kicked ass.

[miseryandroses]

“Sleep”

Max Mayfield x Male Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This was her favorite time of day.

“Why were you up?” you questioned.

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

“Mmm” you, hummed out.

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

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

“He fell asleep again” Max thought to herself.

[sapppy-cocktail]

Falling In Love With You - Part 5

Max Mayfield x Reader

Part 4

“I’ll be back Max, just going for a walk.” I say as I tidy up Max’s hospital room. “Oh come on! I may be blind but I’m not an idiot. Don’t lie to me.” She says folding her arms across her chest as her head faces in my direction since I’m making a good amount of noise as I try to throw things into a plastic bag. “I’ll be gone for like an hour or two so stop being so dramatic and even, you’ll have Lucas to keep you company.” I say as I chuck a can of coke into the bag. “If you’re not going to tell me what you’re doing at least tell me who you’re going with.” She says making my eyebrows raise. “Who said I’m going with anyone?” I ask and now she raises an eyebrow at me. “I’m not stupid Y/N.” She says as I put the comics neatly in the box.

“If you must know Will asked me to have lunch with him.” I say turning around and leaning on the table behind me as I watch her face twist into confusion. “What? Again?” She asks grimacing as a smile tugs at my lips due to the expression displayed on her face. “This is literally the 8th time this month.” She groans leaning her head back into the wall. “He’s been doing this we met. Kinda like tradition now.” I say as I check the drawers for extra change. “You would call your monthly trolley adventure a tradition, not going for lunch 2x a week.” She says with a confidence so high that even she was completely wrong you’d still be doubting yourself.

“It’s fine, I enjoy it, we get to talk about things, go for an ice-cream, it’s nice.” I say defending the shy boy. “Yeah it’s fine for you, not for me. Its been like this for 6 months. 6 MONTHS Y/N. Do you know how long that is?” She asks making me let out a laugh. “Just for a little longer, I promise. And who knows maybe Lucas will finally confess in undying love for you.” I say a smile tugging at my lips as I internally laugh at my words. However Max doesn’t seem to have the same reaction as she ignores my statement and returns to my previous one. “Just you?” “Yes.” “Not me?” “Yes.” “I’m coming.” She say’s deciding for herself and reaching out for her wheelchair.

“Hang on a second. Slow down.” I say as I move the wheelchair out of her reach. “I’m coming.” She says repeating herself as she moves my hand out her way and reaches for the wheelchair. “Max, relax for a second.” I say as I hold her back from being centimetres from falling off the bed. “Talk to me. What’s wrong?” I ask as I look into her eyes, and as grey as they were they, I could still see the colours inside, the eyes that were so dull yet were so vibrant at the same time had such a hold on me. “I don’t. Don’t leave me. Please?” She asks as she moves her hand around the bed as tries to find mine. “I thought you’d be happy? I’m becoming friends with yours? Isn’t this what you wanted?” I ask noticing her furrowed eyebrows. “Yeah but I don’t want you to i about me.” She pouts making me laugh. “I’ll be back tonight, I have plans for us.” I say as I pick up the clipboard with the medical details. “What plans?” She asks curiously making me smile as she tries to grab whatever I’m holding. “It’s a surprise.” I say which makes her groan. “I don’t like surprises, you know that.” She says moving her hands to her lap. “Well there’s nothing you can do except wait.” I say smiling as her shoulders slouch in defeat.

“What’s the time now?” She asks as I get off her bed and walk to the door. “2:15 I’ll be back by 5:30, 5:50 at latest and then you and me are going somewhere. After that I’m all yours, okay?” I say as reluctantly nods. I look back at her one more time before leaving the room shutting the door behind me. As I walk to the hospital exit Lucas passed me giving me a nod and a forced smile, I do the same, after he passes me I notice Will at the entrance smiling big and giving me a wave. “Hey Y/N!” He says walking over to me and giving me a hug. “Hey Will.” I say smiling as I hug him back. “How are you?” He asks as we begin walking out the hospital. “I’m good, how are you?” I ask which he responds that he’s well. “Is Lucas finally gonna ask today?” I say to will as we take a seat at a restaurant nearby to the hospital. “I, I think so.” He says as pick up a menu and says his order to the waiter, me following after him. I take a deep breath as I thought back to Max’s words.

“Hey will.” I say making him look up at me smiling. “Yeah?” He asks his eyes bright as he smiles widely. “If Lucas doesn’t ask her today we might need to chill out on our lunch dates. Max doesn’t say it but I think she’s beginning to believe I don’t like her or something.” I say as Will’s smile fades but nods understanding my point. “No yeah, I understand. Completely.” He says with a look in his eye to the point that I’m 100% aware he had experienced it. “I know that you know I started these lunch.” He says pausing before hesitates saying the next word. “Dates.” He says unsurely, referring back to the words I used. “Because Lucas wanted the chance to talk to her more and have the courage to ask her out again, but I’ve really enjoyed hanging out with you Y/N.” He confesses shyly making me smile which he returns. “I have too Will.” I say putting a hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

After leaving the restaurant and Will and I part our seperate ways I go home to grab a specific vinyl and return to the hospital, walking into the physical therapy room I had for the rest of the day. I open the record player and put it in, listening to the song to make sure it isn’t damaged. I look at my wrist for the time 5:48 it reads. My eyes widen as I begin sprinting my way to the other side of the hospital to reach her room in time. As I reach her door I slam it open and I’m heavy breathing as I lean down to put my hands on my knees as I try to catch my breath. “Y/N?” Max’s voice asks from the bed. I nod but since she can’t see me I have to use words. “Y-yeah.” I say between 2 breath. “I made it. 5:50.” I call out reading the time from my watch. “I don’t break promises.” I say standing up and putting my hands on hips now. A laugh slips her lips as I make a move to grab the wheelchair.

“Is it time for my surprise?” She says in a mocking tone as she hears the noise of me struggling to move the wheelchair in the messy room. (Lucas making a mess which I had to clean up again.) “Yeah, you think you can get in yourself?” I ask as she nods making a move before speaking. “I’d still prefer you to do it though.” She says forming a grin on my lips while a smirk is on hers. “What a child.” I say making her raise her eyebrows. “I’m older than you.” She says smirking as folds her arms over her chest. “Yeah. Physically, you grandma. Mentally I’m older.” I say making her scoff and I make a move to reach out to her to help her onto the wheelchair before wheeling her out the room.

“Where are we going?” She asks as I take a turn into another corridor. “Surprise.” I say reminding her, but after a few turns she speaks up once more. “Are we going to the gym?” She as I take another turn. “We are, how’d you know?” I ask as I make a final turn and walk into the gym aka physical therapy room. “I’ve been there almost everyday for 6 months I know the route.” She says as I shut the door behind us and walk over to the record player and play the track. “What are you doing?” She asks as one of Elvis’s track begins to play. “I promised you a dance didn’t I?” I say as I walk back to her and put her arms around my neck. “What?” She asks concerned as I put my hands on her waist and lift her up. “You, you said I’m not ready.” She says holding my neck tightly as I help her stand. “To walk. You can dance, with my assistance of course.” I say as I sway to the music. I begin smiling as the lyrics begin. Wise men say, only fools rush in.

Her eyebrows raise. “Elvis? Really?” She says questioning my music taste. “It’s a classic, how can you not like this song.” I say shocked. “Maybe I should let go of you right now.” I say reading her which makes her smile. “You love me too much, you wouldn’t.” She says making me smile. “Unfortunately, you’re right.” I say making her fain hurt. “Unfortunately?” She repeats as I laugh. “Yeah.” I say laughing and a smiles on her face as we move with the music in the back. Shall I stay, would it be a sin.

“So did Lucas confess?” I ask speaking up and her smile falters. “He did.” She says giving me a nod. “So you’re finally together?” I ask which cause her to pause and think of her words. “No, no we’re not.” She says making me nod. “Why?” I ask hesitantly, unsure of how she’d react. “I don’t.” She says pausing, her cloudy eyes bouncing around the room. “I don’t like him like that anymore.” She says. “That’s, that’s cool.” I say making her nod and she leans in closer, her head now resting on my shoulder. Darling, so it goes, some things are meant to be.

“I like someone else.” She speaks pulling her head up from my shoulder to make me look into her face. “Yeah?” I ask to which she nods in response. “They’re really kind and thoughtful, has stuck with me during my hardest moments.” She says making me nod. “She’s one of the funniest people I’ve ever met.” She says nervously, unsure whether to continue or not. “She sounds amazing.” I say trying to give Max the reassurance that I won’t judge her. “She is.” She says confidently. “I just wish I could see her.” She says, her head tilting down for a second. “Are you gonna tell El you like her?” I ask making Max furrow her eyebrows. “What?” She asks making me do the same. “You like El? Right?” I ask thinking to anyone else who was a girl but I could only think of her. “I don’t like El, like that.” She says as if it was obvious. “Who do u like then?” I ask my head tilting slightly. “You. I like you.” She says making my eyes widen. “Me? You like me? Like you like like me?” I ask to which she nods. “Yeah.” She says before we stand there for a few seconds, both of us not saying a word. But then she speaks up again. Take my hand, Take my whole life, too.

“Can I touch you?” She asks as I mumble a quiet yes, still unsure if I heard her words correctly. She moved her hands from around my neck to my face. Each hand on a cheek, her thumbs sliding back and forth across my cheeks. Her eyebrows furrow as she looks lost in thought, unsure of what to say. “Can I kiss you?” She asks making me stare at her, my lips parting in shock. “Yeah.” I breathe out unsure if my words were even heard. She softly smiles as she slowly pulls me closer, our foreheads now touching. She moves her hand slightly to find my lips, rubbing her thumb along them. One of my hands move up from her waist to her jaw. She smiles and leans into my touch. We both slowly lean until I can feel her breath on mine. “Are you sure?” I ask, my heart pounding against my chest, I could practically hear it in my ears. She responds by putting her lips on mine, her lips warm and soft. As we pull away I take a breath in, one I must’ve been holding. She laughs leaning forward, her forehead on mine once again. I let out a laugh as well. “You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” I say laughing as my hand moves back down to her waist.

For I can’t help falling in love with you.

A/N: This is like 90% gonna be the final part for this series, glad some of you enjoyed it. I’m thinking I’ll make another taglist cause I did like disappear for a while and people might not want to be tagged, so yeah if some people comment that they wanna be tagged for future stories I’m completely fine with that and I’ll get on with making a form or smthn again. 🥳🥳🥳

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[cgi-heart-eyes]

headcanon time!

mike wheeler - uranic, a massive case of adhd and anxiety, he/him

will byers - demiromantic, asexual, gay, jewish, autistic, he/him

el hopper - pan, demigirl, she/they

dustin henderson - hetero oriented aroace, in a qpr with suzie, he/him

lucas sinclair - bisexual, the biggest romantic ever, he/him

max mayfield - bisexual, genderfluid, blind + uses a wheelchair, any pronouns

robin buckley - lesbian, asexual, autistic, she/her (but doesn’t mind others)

jonathan byers - pansexual, gnc, jewish, he/him

nancy wheeler - she’s just vibing. she/her

steve harrington - bi af, he/him

argyle - bros chillin. pansexual, gender? i hardly know ‘er! any pronouns

erica sinclair - she gives off MAJOR bi vibes, she/they

vickie - bisexual, adhd icon, she/her

eddie munson - gay, he/him (dead)

joyce byers - bi curious maybe. her and karen had something going on, jewish, she/her

karen wheeler - what i said before, she/her

henry creel - this boys gay af. he/him

scott clarke - a bi-con. he/him

murray bauman - gay, jewish, he/him

all of kalis crew is queer, and also tommy hagan had a massive crush on steve.

Ships!

byler

qpr duzie

elmax

lumax

elumax

jargyle

rockie

creelarke

murlexei

jopper

joyce and karen

jancy

madwheeler (platonic)

willel (platonic)

elmike (platonic)

[dearbilly-lovemax]

ROLEPLAY/ASK BLOG FOR MAX MAYFIELD

Status: online / offline / slow replies / sleeping / working / running up that hill hours

DMS: open / closed Asks: open / closed

READ BEFORE INTERACTING

Must be 18+ to interact. All minors will be blocked. Mun is 28.

No sexual themes! Max is under 18. Mun puts an 18+ warning because they are not comfortable interacting with minors at all in any format

Max is portrayed to be 16

This is a post Canon Au s3/4 in which the upside down is closed and they won.

80s Canon Era or modern au will be tagged as such

ElMax / LuMax / ElLuMax shipper

Will update rules as needed

Max Headcanons

She suffers from night terrors and PTSD

After Vecna, Max has trouble walking sometimes after the damage done to her legs, and is meant to use a wheelchair (she hates it). She gets chronic migraines and is supposed to wear glasses to help with her vision. (She hates them too.)

During her panic attacks, she usually requests to be with Billy, and if he's unavailable, she likes listening to Running Up That Hill.

Max is attached to Will, El, and Lucas. She goes everywhere with them.

She currently lives in two homes: Billy's and The Hopper-Byers.

She still likes to skateboard, even if it's harder for her to do now.

Shes a tomboy, but she still enjoys dressing up and going out with El. July 1985 before the mindflayer incident holds some of her favorite memories.

She has a small collection of Barbies, and even at 16, she still pulls them out and plays with them. (Billy sometimes joins her.)

Billy and Max will sometimes bake together.

MadMax Mixtape

Mad Max's Moots

The admin: @ofhawkinsandvecna

Big brother: @theflayedking (;;hell feels like home)

Big Sisterinlaw: @littledemon-lilith (;;The moon to my stars)

Best Bugs: @mothymunson (;;To Cali with love)

Smash Buddies: @woahlifehitsyahuh (;;game on)

Dungeon Dork: @eddiefknmunson (;;the best big brother)

The Hair: Steve (;;best babysitter)

Steve's Sunflower: @steveslittlesunflower (;;the sunflower in the (may)field)

The Undead: @banishedandkassified (;;something good in Hawkins)

Big Sister: @helena-mayfield01 (;;don't mess with family)

[snowviolettwhite]

Fuck It Friday Saturday

Was tagged by lovelies @actualalligator and @lochnesswriter

This is from a Stranger Things Fan-Fiction with omega!Mike and Alpha!Will. It is sorta of best friends to lovers, accidentally bonding/friends with benefits and secret relationship type fanfiction, set in the omegaverse.

As of write now it is called "we are made for loving eachother." and I have not posted the first chapter yet.

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It is having been a long time since William Jacob Byers, Will has seen his best friend Michael Theodore Wheeler, Mike smiles this wide and was this happy. It has been months since they defecated Vecna.

It turned out he was the original target before spring break and not their friend Maxine Mayfield, Max. Vecna could not kill her and Jane El Hopper, El saved her from death. Vecna went after Mike again.

They cope together by making dark jokes together about their depression and the fact that they are both now disabled. They try their best to help each-other out. Max is mostly paralyzed from the waist down mostly requiring a wheelchair and her vision was damaged so severely she had surgery and still needs glasses. Mike is blind in right eye and his left leg is paralyzed for the most part. He must wear sunglasses sometimes because his eye is now sensitive to light and needs help with his balance and coordination. Depending on the day, he will use his leg brace and cane or must use his wheelchair.

The Byers and Hoppers have moved back. Hawkins is being re-built and the government again is trying to hide what has happened. Will is staying with the Wheeler until they have a proper place to stay.

He twinkles bright like a bumble bee soaking in sunshine. He smells sweet and back to his normal self like fresh honeypie and parchment paper. Will admires the beautiful scene before him. He wants to so badly and desperately scent and kiss him.

Mike is wearing his baggy KISS band t-shirt, jean shorts that stop right before his knees, black ankle socks and his leg brace. Only Mike could make a mixtape that has songs with bubblegum pop and rock ‘n’ roll.

Mike’s giggling and laughter is music to Will’s ears playing along with the boom box blasting ABBA. They are sitting together they on Mike’s bed. Will is behind him gently running his fingers through the dark curls and braiding his hair that now reach past the shoulders.

Currently, their relationship has been growing back together, their friendship is stronger than ever. It is like when they were little.

[ao3feed-byler2]

I heard that you fell in love or near enough

by London_Wheeler

It’s peaceful, leaning against his car, resting one of his arms on the back of her chair.

“So…are we going to talk about Will rendering you completely useless back there in the hallway or are we going to keep basking in our total love and adoration for each other.” Max dryly asks.

Suddenly, it’s not so peaceful.

Mike groans, throwing his head back to direct his eyes at the sky. “Dude, how could you even notice that? You can’t see shit.”

The redhead turns around in her wheelchair, swiveling in his direction. “I’m blind, not oblivious, asshole. Every time you act like a big, gay idiot, my spidey senses start tingling.”

Mike blinks at her. “What?”

Max grins at him in response. ‘Don’t worry about it. Don’t think I don’t notice you avoiding my question, Wheeler. You can’t ignore me.”

Or

In which Mike Wheeler is an oblivious idiot who is head over heels for his best friend.

Words: 8301, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Mike Wheeler, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Lucas Sinclair

Relationships: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Max - Relationship, Eleven | Jane Hopper/Maxine "Max" Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair

Additional Tags: byler, Gay Mike Wheeler, Gay Will Byers, Lesbian Eleven | Jane Hopper, Will Byers/Mike Wheeler in Love, POV Mike Wheeler, Mike Wheeler is Bad at Feelings, Maxine "Max" Mayfield & Mike Wheeler Friendship, Blind Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Maxine "Max" Mayfield in a Wheelchair, Internalized Homophobia, Underage Drinking, Underage Smoking, There is no homophobia! Just fluff!!!, Oblivious Mike Wheeler, Platonic Eleven | Jane Hopper & Mike Wheeler, dustin is mentioned - Freeform, Mike Wheeler is a Mess, Dead Eddie Munson, Light Angst, Fluff, Will Byers Loves Mike Wheeler, Mike Wheeler Loves Will Byers, Confident Will Byers, Anxious Mike Wheeler

from AO3 works tagged 'Will Byers/Mike Wheeler' https://ift.tt/2mK86ky

[petalsivan]

give me wheelchair user max next season or give me death.

[feathered-mushrooms]

Some sweet Elmax

[starstruckwillows]

Can you please do Max Mayfield x Male Reader headcanons? Thank you for your time!

♡ x male reader headcanons - m.m ♡

starstruckwillows 🂱

pairing; max mayfield x reader

category; mixed

summary; assorted headcanons for max mayfield x male reader

warnings/content; talk of blood, canon appropriate violence, mention of max's trauma, s4 v2 spoilers

other; male!reader

you two are not the most popular couple in school and that's okay - neither of you want that attention

pda? not so much

max's trauma is a learning curve in your relationship, and it will not always be easy

but it leads to trust and understanding, and support towards anything you may be suffering with too

she makes you listen to all her music

tries to teach you skate boarding

arcade dates are her favourite

after being blinded by vecna, you're the one at her bedside, reading to her, making sure she's never alone for long

it was the scariest night in both your lives, and you never want her to be so scared again

let's say when she wakens, max is wheelchair bound - you're the one who's helping her learn to use it, you're the one who pushes her when she's too tired to protest, you're the one assuring her it's a new opportunity to learn tricks and although it's the end of skateboarding, it's the start of something new

she probably attempts to break up with you for the wrong reasons, feeling like she's burdening you, but you can work through it

sometimes, max just needs a hug

if you have any pets, you'll be complaining that she likes them more than she likes you

she tried to teach you how to braid hair once and you know what, you weren't half bad

if you're into horrors, you'll be watching them 24/7 - if you're not, she'll be watching them and you'll very intently watch the blanket while she pretends not to see for the sake of your self esteem

your parent/s or guardians will likely also have you complaining that they like her more than you

max can't draw, we know this, but she doodles on you constantly without thinking - you'd get them tattooed if you could

arguments are explosive but short-lived

el approves of you and that's very important to max

you've lived in hawkins a lot longer than she has, so you definitely gave her extensive tours when she arrived, and she never complained because she wanted to spend time with you

taglist:

none yet for stranger things and/or max mayfield

[meerinsel]

Love on Wheels |Oneshot Lumax|

Fandom: Stranger Things

Couple: Lucas Sinclair and Max Mayfield

Words: 1283

theme: fluffy

Summary: Max is a wheelchair user and Lucas is a skateboarder, he takes a tumble close to her and uses the wheelchair as a premise for a pick-up.

Lucas comes moving down Main Street with AirPods on listening to “Teen Spirit” by Nirvana. The wind caresses his skin, which acquires light copper nuances as it crosses bands of sunlight. His presence is noticed by everyone, not only for the sound of skateboard wheels crackling on the uneven pavement, but mainly for his magnetic energy. He's the kind of guy who can make any girl melt with just one look, his perfect smile and his personally sculpted by God body. Owner of stunning beauty and an adventurous spirit, he notices everyone's eyes on him, greeting back those who greet him and makes a point of stopping and helping every elderly woman who needs to cross the street.

Maxine passes by that street for the hundredth time since she moved to Hawkins. Today she decided to have coffee with her mother at a local diner. As Ms. Mayfield takes her wheelchair out of the trunk and sets it up for her daughter to sit in, the two talk about what they're going to order, but then suddenly, the conversation goes from "food" to “Nothing good has happened since the accident”. And Max can't stand to listen to his mother's whimpers about her new physical condition anymore, her own fears and pain have no space and only her mother’s frustrations matters.

—I just wanted everything to be different. May a magical solution fall from the sky for us! - the mother laments while trying to put the back of the chair sit in the correct position and Max starts to feel her eyes getting heavy. —You're not trying to walk!

—Mom, I work hard every day! I do everything I can, but it's impossible! - the red-haired girl wanted to cry, out of hate, out of fear, out of sadness and mainly out of guilt

—Nothing is impossible if you believe it! - the mother responds with a smile and Max is sure that she has gone crazy for good.

Walking along the same street he's spent his entire life, Lucas skateboards around obstacles whose positions his brain has memorized so perfectly that he could make the course with his eyes closed. But for the first time in years, something catches his eye more than the dangers of the street: a mysterious red-haired girl sitting on four wheels.

Everything happens in a split second, Mrs Mayfield goes to the restaurant to ask for help to take her daughter inside, Max settles in the wheelchair, Lucas forgets that there is a hole a foot from the tree stump that quickly locks the front wheel of the skateboard, functioning as a catapult, and launching the boy to the ground at Max's feet, a caring the hell out of her.

—Oh my! Are you okay? - she asks feeling her heart beat like crazy from adrenaline.

Lucas feels humiliated, people look his way, some whisper, his first instinct is to try to reduce the shame as much as possible, leaving as soon as he feels his legs again. Two green eyes adorned by porcelain skin, making her look like a human doll, stop Lucas' plans and he forgets what he was going to do. When he notices the wheelchair he decides to do the most sensational thing he could do: use it as a pretext for a pick-up.

—Oh sorry, I thought it was a queen sitting on her throne, and that's why I had to bow - he answers as his forehead starts to bleed, he manages to get up on his own slowly, the pain of the fall was strong

Max thinks he's gone crazy.

—Boy, you're not well. - she claims genuinely concerned for the well being of the very attractive stranger who fell from the sky

Lucas finally manages to sit on the floor and a cocky grin forms on his, swelling and turning slightly purple, lips

—You might as well give that chair a rest and sit on my lap. - He pats his outstretched thigh and continues to smile, his typical smile that wins over all the girls he wants.

Max is sure he's gone mad.

No one had ever used her wheelchair for a pick-up before. For the first time since the accident that had landed her sitting there, she felt normal, just a girl talking to a boy who's flirting, not talking about why she's in a wheelchair. Max thinks about laughing, but her instinct to always hope they'll treat the chair like something out of this world makes the smile fade.

—Look, I think you hit your head hard and… - he interrupts her.

—No, actually it was the castle guard who hit me - the man doesn't stop, he would be able to throw a joke every two seconds just to make her laugh, this time she doesn't hold back and laughs

Max studies the boy's face in front of her in disbelief that he's actually using her disability as leverage for a pick-up. This has never happened before, her brain short circuits and she doesn't know how to proceed from there, as the handsome stranger destroyed a barrier of hers using a sledgehammer, just like the Berlin wall.

—...I'm not from any castle - she was so off-kilter that she said anything, just to fill the silence.

—No? But look at you there, all princessy sitting on a throne - he smiles with his hit eye closed, swelling, it's sure to be a very ugly mark

Max continues smiling finding him very strange.

—Good princess, I need to go. - he takes her hand with his and kisses the girl's fingers, without breaking eye contact, his lips are soft and the kiss gives him a sting of pain —It was a pleasure to meet you, your majesty

Max blushes violently and her heart is one step away from exploding. She can't answer. How could? There is no known answer for what just happened!

Lucas walks with confident and somewhat arrogant steps, afraid of falling off the skateboard again, he preferred to walk, turning his back on the girl. Mrs Mayfield comes back from the diner and Max realizes she won't get another chance to talk to the stranger if not now.

—Wait! - she screams a little desperate

Lucas smiles touching the tip of his tongue to his palate thinking “I knew it!” and he slowly turns around with an amused look at the girl. To her face, which surely bears the most beautiful eyes he's ever seen in his life.

—Yes, Your Majesty? - he asks in a tone that can't be told if it's ironic or genuine, but either way it makes Max shiver

—What is your name? - she asks relieved that he's back and her voice returns to its usual tone.

—It's Lucas. And you? - he answers and then asks genuinely interested

—It's Max, nickname for Maxine Mayfield - she says and he closes his eyes for a moment, as if the name is a pleasant tune, but then your whole imp makes a line using it.

—No. - he responds with a smile.

Max frowns, Lucas takes a few lazy steps towards the girl, always keeping his eyes on hers. They weren't intimidated, neither of them, there was something comforting in the vastness of green meeting the brown earth tone, for both of them.

—Why 'no'? - she is slightly annoyed, but soon remembers that the boy is kind of weird and says insane things

—Princess suits you better - he says simply and her heart melts. —Well Princess, I have to go. See you around.

And that's how Maxine Matfield gave her heart to Lucas Sinclair without even realizing what she was doing.

[bike-wheeler]

"Mayfield closes in, wheels going miles an hour, and-" El commentated Max and Mike's "Wheeler Derby" (Max had very reluctantly agreed to the name), in which Max and Mike raced from the Byers' front lawn to the trash can by old Mrs. Chatkin's yard. Max was furiously rolling her wheelchair towards it, guided by wooden planks the other kids had set out to help the blind girl stay on-course. "AND SHE DOES IT! MAX MAYFIELD WINS THE WHEELER DERBY!" El announced gleefully. Mike sighed in mock-defeat, and gently patted Max on the back. "Good race." He said, and she smiled. "Good race. I'm sure you were close behind me." She assured, and he laughed. "Not really, but thank you." Joyce Byers came outside. "Lunch is done! Clean up out here then come in and wash up! El, it's your turn to help Max with the sink." She called to them, then went back inside, probably to dish them up the chicken-and-pasta she had made for them.

Mike skated down to the Byers' house again, pushing Max in front of him, while Lucas, Dustin, El, and Will all walked (like nerds -Max). El guided Max to the bathroom sink, as per Joyce's orders. Then, once they had both washed their hands, she rolled Max out to the dining room table and helped her with the first bite. "So who won the race?" Joyce asked. "Me." Max answered proudly. "Nice. Although, I'm not surprised. You've been using wheels for how long now?" "I've beeh skating for over 2 years. But if we're talking about my wheelchair, I've only been in it for about a month."

Joyce smiled sadly. It was a miracle Max Mayfield was alive, and here she was, playing it off like nothing.

THE MAX-CENTRISM !!!!! im glad i have two years to dream that this will be what s5 is like before it actually comes out

[rosemaryandarsenic]

New Beginnings Part 5

pairing| Eddie Munson x female

readersynopsis| just a quick blurb where max is released from the hospital and everyone's happy

warnings|no smut in this. Mentions of the hospital, death, missing people.

an: I'm sorry this one is so short! More to come :)

A few weeks after part 4:

Summer had fully begun, Hawkins cooking under the heat. Despite the efforts of everyone in town, housing had become a big issue for everyone. Those who could afford to were moving out, to nearby cities or new states. The school gym remained temporary housing, and the mall was finally being replaced by an apartment complex. Everyone had gathered for Max’s release from the hospital, elated that she was finally speaking again. Lucas and Erica were rushing around her room, Mrs. Sinclair chastising them every time they got in the way of the nurses until she finally kicked them out. Max’s mother was still missing, something we had told her together. El broke the news as the boys circled her bed, Y/N patiently brushing her hair and twisting it into braids out of her face. “We’re not going to stop looking, Max.” Lucas said gently, clasping her hand as tears rolled down her face. 

The sinclairs were adamant that Max would stay with them until a more formal plan could be made, especially since Lucas refused to leave her side. Lucas had been fielding calls from the basketball team, and was borderline inconsolable at the mention of Vecna. So the group decided to make finding him our secondary priority. They’d split into teams, Dustin’s idea. Team one would spend time locating the monster and planning how to destroy him. Group two would be with max. The teams rotated daily, until everyone was visibly burnt out. Max’s hospital release marked a new chapter, gave everyone hope that the new normal would be peaceful even. She was in a wheelchair, indefinitely, but no one cared. Max, their snarky, big hearted, passionate friend was alive and safe. That’s all that mattered. The rest they would handle together. 

POV EDDIE

The hospital made eddie nervous, which made him fidget, which made Dustin nervous and in turn set everyone on edge. 

“Sit down Dustin,” mrs Henderson was grumbling, “please.”

“I can’t,” he waved his hands, “they’re taking too long.” He hopped on one leg, the switched to the other. 

Will sat behind him, watching him bounce around, looking lost in thought. El was beside him, hand in mikes, eyes shut. Mike held a look of panic and was switching between looking at el and Lucas, who sat across from him wringing his hands. 

“Maxine Mayfield.” The nurse called, and mrs Sinclair hustled to the counter. Y/n was next to me, her hair tied back into pigtails, brow furrowed. I took her hand in mine and she leaned into me, still following mrs Sinclair with her eyes. Everyone had to work so I’d driven us all in the van to meet at the hospital. Lucas jumped up as the hall doors swung open and the sounds of wheels on tile filled the waiting room. 

I felt pressure in my eyes, watching him. Someone give this kid a break, please. Abandoning hellfire for a game seemed so insignificant now, and I chided myself for ever being mad. Fuck, if y/n had broken up with me and then this shit happened, I’d be losing it. But somehow Lucas remained determined to keep it together. He’s a good guy, a good kid. Annoying little shit, but tough. 

“Let’s go.” Y/n tugged on my sleeve, beaming as Max wheeled towards us. 

“Max!” She squealed, leaning and grabbing her into a hug, max protesting. 

“You literally just saw me yesterday.” She groaned.

“Shut up.” Y/n laughed, pulling away. 

Max smiled. 

I wandered up, pulling a baggie out of my pocket carefully and handing it to max. 

“I made you something, uh - old wheels to match your new wheels.” I mutter. 

Max opened the baggie, pulling out a keychain. Pieces of an old skateboard, carved into the shape of a star. She looked up at me, “is this my…?” Tears welled in her eyes. 

“I found it by the trailer, couldn’t save it so I thought you’d maybe want some of it.” I shrugged, feeling awkward. 

“Thank you, Eddie.” She sniffed, ducking her head. 

“Max! Max!” Dustin bounded over, almost toppling a chair. 

I watched as everyone surrounded her, the hustling and bustling sounds of reunion filling the room. Things sure as shit were not perfect, but this little family is everything Eddie had ever wanted, and knowing  they were safe made his heart swell. 

[redflagsandbanners]

I truly believe that the entire point of writing blind!max in every story ever is just giving her a cane and an excuse for her to use that cane as a personal weapon. She lives to antagonize people and i love her with my whole heart.

Which is valid but i also present to you; Max Mayfield in a wheelchair.

She treats it like the skateboard.