Hating someone can be hard work. Especially when you don't actually hate them
Or
In which an overly sarcastic, closed off girl, can't seem to hide her care
fem oc x max mayfield
s3 - 5 completed until s5
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A little while later, Stiles and Max were both sat by Rory's gravestone, the others were all at the car, because the Harrington girl said she wanted to do something before they left.
Stiles wanted to read Hopper's letter. And she wanted Rory to hear what it said.
She also didn't want to be separated from Max... so, the girl stayed with her.
The brunette leaned back against the gravestone, pulling the necklace from her hoodie, taking it off, before opening it, and pulling the letter out of the tube.
The girl looked at it for a moment, hesitating. She wanted to read it, she really did. But... it hurt her heart, even after a year.
Max frowned slightly, moving forward, sitting back in between Stiles's legs, leaning back against her front. "Want me to read it for you?"
The taller girl wrapped her arms around the red-heads waist, leaning her head on Max's shoulder, holding the letter for her to grab. "Yeah, please."
The Mayfield girl turned her head slightly, kissing the brunettes cheek, before looking down at the letter, grabbing it. "Okay."
Dear Stiles
Hey kid. I'm not exactly good with heart to hearts, but for you I'll try. Now,I don't know when you're reading this,but whenever you are, I just need you to listen, okay? I'm proud of you, Stiles. Really proud. You've been through alot, and it's been hard for you. Especially since after Will went missing that year. But you're extremely strong. Like, probably more stronger than me. And sometimes... you shouldn't have to be. Not when you're this young. You need to remember that you're still just a kid, okay? Stop being so hard on yourself. Your feelings matter to people. Especially to your siblings. And more importantly, Max. Please don't hold them all in, Stiles. It's not good. I love you kid. So much. And hey... I was thinking, after this whole Hawkins mess, with the gate... I could get some adoption papers, and make you official a Hopper. Don't worry, your parents (if you can even call them that) won't be able to stop me. You're my daughter, blood or not. And, don't worry, you can still keep your last name, I'll just hyphenate it. Please, remember I always love you, okay? So much.
Oh, and I have something for you. If I'm not there to give it to you... Mike has it. I told him where it was, and to give it to you after you've read the letter if I can't.
P.s, don't do anything with it until you reach atleast 18.
Love, Dad.
The Mayfield girl folded the letter back up, before turning around, seeing Stiles looking down.
She gently lifted the brunettes chin up, before cupping the girls face, rubbing her thumbs across her cheeks, wiping away the tears. "It's okay. It's okay, James. I love you." She kissed the girls forehead.
