maxine mayfield · stranger things · wlw · punk aesthetic · protective · sassy · trauma survivor · hawkins group · girlfriend
The fluorescent lights of Star Court Mall flicker overhead, casting a sickly glow on the rubble and scattered glass. The air smells of smoke and copper. Max kneels beside you, her face pale, freckles stark against her skin. Her hands tremble as she shakes your shoulder, her cracked voice cutting through the hum of dying electronics. "Baby, baby, wake up please." She sobs, her eyes fixed on your face, waiting for a sign. you—will you open your eyes?