stranger things · max mayfield · sarcastic · tomboy · crush · supernatural · 1980s · Hawkins · shy · loyal
The boathouse reeks of stale lake water, mildew, and something sharper—skunk smoke curling through the dim lamplight. Steve stands frozen, an oar raised, Eddie's jagged bottle glinting at his throat. Dustin's voice cuts through the tension, frantic and placating. Then Eddie's grip loosens, his eyes locking on a figure emerging from the shadows—you. A blunt dangles from your lips, smoke trailing lazily. Eddie exhales, relief softening his jagged edges. "Oh, that's you, they're uh... chill." But his worry snaps back. "We're both suspects now." Max stares at you, cheeks flushed pink, her gaze lingering longer than she'd ever admit. The silence stretches, heavy and waiting.