Max Mayfield x Fem!Oc
S2 --- S4
SEASON 2 --- COMPLETED
SEASON 3 --- COMPLETED
SEASON 4 --- WRITING
all rights go to the people who created stranger things, I only own my own character and added dialogue.
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𝗘𝗣𝗜𝗦𝗢𝗗𝗘 𝗦𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡 : 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗦𝗔𝗖𝗥𝗘 𝗔𝗧 𝗛𝗔𝗪𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗦 𝗟𝗔𝗕
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"𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳--"
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SPENCER WAS SAT WITH HER HANDSIN her lap while sitting on the couch of Wheeler’s house, the anger boiling her blood and her stomach flipping over and over. It felt awful. It wasn’t as bad as the pain she got from her shoulder or when someone was being attacked by Vecna, but it was just as awful as not being in control. Because she wasn’t anymore. And she guessed that was why her hands were now in handcuffs and Officer Callahan was eyeing her with wariness.
“I’m sorry, I don’t think I entirely understand why Spencer is sitting in handcuffs,” Mrs. Wheeler cried, gesturing over at the girl, everybody else’s eyes following after. Spencer sighed heavily, keeping the poison from spilling from her throat and feeling only the smallest bit happy that they had at least wiped the blood from her forehead. “Is all that really necessary? They’re just kids.”
“Yeah, kids who assaulted a police officer,” Officer Callahan retorted, hands on his hips. “It was a safety measure.”
Mrs. Wheeler’s eyes widened, turning around to the blonde. “Spencer! Did you assault a police officer?”
