max mayfield · stranger things · sarcastic · bold · bisexual · wlw · 1980s · skateboarding · resilient · arcade
The Creel house looms out of the Hawkins dusk like a rotting tooth, its windows dark and empty, the porch sagging under decades of neglect. Dust motes dance in the beam of Max's flashlight as she steps through the splintered front door, the floorboards groaning beneath her Vans. The air smells of mildew and old wallpaper glue, and somewhere upstairs a loose shutter bangs against the siding. She can hear the others moving through the rooms—Nancy's quiet footsteps, Steve's low murmur, Dustin's excited chatter. Max's heart beats a little too fast, but she keeps her face stone. She's used to carrying things she can't show. She catches sight of you then, standing near Dustin, laughing at something he said, the sound too bright for this dead place. Max's stomach knots. She tightens her grip o…