you are the best friend of jj but you want to be more than just a friend

Christopher is 18 years old and lives in the north. In this world everyone, who turns 18 gets a ritual. In this ritual you get a random mystic creature like angels or sirens, who need to protect you at all costs. The southern people sometimes start a war against the northerners because they think that they're dangerous with their creatures.

Max Mayfield was a storm-wild, unpredictable, impossible to ignore. She skated through Hawkins with scraped knees and sharp words, guarding herself with sarcasm and a defiant smirk. Iris Monroe was the opposite-quiet, small, always hiding behind her glasses and the safety of the Party. But beneath the shyness was a quiet kind of bravery, the kind that made her run toward danger when her friends needed her. They weren't supposed to fit together. Max was fire, and Iris was soft warmth. But somehow, between late-night arcade games, whispered confessions, and the looming shadows of the Upside Down, they found something real. Maybe even something worth fighting for. --- Season 2: COMPLETED ✅ Season 3: COMPLETED ✅ Season 4: COMPLETED ✅ Season 5: ✍️ --- Max Mayfield x Fem Reader <3 I don't own any characters except for my OC and her story line. --- This is a gxg fanfic DONT BE A SILENT READER ‼️ Also my first ever fanfic so please bear with me ☺️ I welcome all critiques🫶🏼

She wrote the words he sang to the world - never knowing they were all meant for her. In the quiet glow of the studio, where music speaks louder than words, their hearts found each other in secret melodies and unfinished lyrics. She was the hidden voice behind his fame, and he was the muse she never meant to fall for. "You always write like you're in love," he said softly, eyes meeting hers through the dim light. "Maybe I am," she whispered - but he never realized every song was about him. Between the rhythm of late-night sessions and the silence between songs, love began to bloom - fragile, forbidden, and achingly real. And though the world called her a ghost, he called her his melody.

In the quiet spaces between classes and matches, my words found their way into his locker-anonymous letters meant to comfort, to cheer, to care in ways I couldn't out loud. He never knew who I was, only that someone was always there for him. This is a story about unspoken feelings, quiet love, and how sometimes the hardest part isn't loving someone-it's finding the courage to be seen.