#stranger things ocs

[finntheehumaneater]

i owe you a black eye and two kisses (pt 8)

(Part one) (part nine)

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Eddie stayed in his room for most of the day, silent and curled up on his bed, until Wayne made him come out and help with dinner. And even then, he was still quiet, which he could tell was making his uncle worry.

“Eds?”

“Hm?” Eddie hummed back, trying for a smile, but it looked strained and broken and wobbly, a few tears falling down his face that he wiped away quickly, clearing his throat.

“Your boy gone?” Wayne asked quietly, and Eddie laughed wetly, his voice catching.

“He’s not my boy, Wayne,” He looked back down into the sink, at the lettuce he was supposed to be washing in his hands. “And yeah. He’s gone.”

“You tell him to go?”

Eddie shrugged. “Didn’t have to.” He placed the lettuce down on the towel and dried it off for a moment, before sucking in a shuddering breath and leaning against the counter. “I don’t think I want to eat tonight.”

Wayne sighed—like he was used to this, because he was. He nodded and moved Eddie over gently to finish up with the lettuce. Eddie frowned, opening his mouth to protest, because he could still help, but Wayne pushed him back with a flat hand to his chest, looking him over.

“Go on a walk. Clear your mind. Take your music with you or something. Then go talk to Steve. I know you two fought.”

“I—“

“No, I’m right. And I don’t know how it started or who’s fault it was, but you need to work this out,” Wayne says sternly, his hand clamped over Eddie’s shoulder. “Because despite what you think, he’s a good kid, and I care about that boy an awful lot, now that I’ve gotten to know him. And I don’t want to see him or you get hurt. You hear me?”

Eddie nodded, choking out a quiet sob and squeezing his eyes shut. Wayne pulled him into a hug for a moment, before patting Eddie’s shoulder and sighing. “You’re a good kid, too. A little stupid at times, but a good kid.”

Eddie laughed wetly, gently smacking Wayne’s hand away from him. “Whatever, old man.”

“Now go,” Wayne muttered, shooing Eddie away with a small smile. “You annoy me more when you're sad.”

Eddie flipped him off halfheartedly before turning and grabbing his Walkman from his room, stuffing his feet into his shoes and heading outside. He eyed the picnic table. He had kind of enjoyed how Steve’s cheeks had flushed, then, all embarrassed and pretty as he coughed.

But he fucked over his chances of ever seeing him like that again, Eddie thought as he walked, (Anesthesia)--Pulling Teeth blasting into his ears loud enough to make him go deaf.

He hadn’t meant to make Steve cry like that—and fuck did that man look fucking pretty when he cried—he had wanted Steve to get angry. He had wanted Steve to fight back so that he could prove to himself that Steve was still the person he used to be in highschool. Because he couldn’t possibly fall in love with someone who had hurt him. 

But Steve hadn’t gotten angry, he had gotten sad, and that made Eddie feel horrible. Fuck, he didn’t just feel horrible, he was horrible. Steve was something he didn’t know he had wanted. He was beautiful, he was tragic, he was everything. And it wasn’t the drugs that had made Eddie do what he had done, it was fear.

Because Steve was perfect—too perfect—and maybe he was nice now, but what would happen after? If Eddie gave in, gave Steve what he wanted, and let himself fall deeper? What would happen when Steve was done with the mess that was Eddie Munson?

Eddie would just get hurt again, that’s what. He would get hurt, and he would be fucking broken—but now Steve was fucking broken, and…god, he had really fucked up, hadn’t he?

Eddie went over to Ken’s instead of taking a walk down to BrandyWine—the small wooden bridge across the creek, which Gareth had named a few months ago—and she looked pissed when she opened the door for him, looking him over and glaring at his devastated appearance. “Steve’s not here if you’re looking for him.”

“Why would Steve be with you? He doesn’t know you,” Eddie muttered, pushing past her and stepping into her trailer. It was smaller than his, and the whole place smelled like incense and oranges. “Jesus, how much of that shit did you burn?”

“He does know me, now, actually,” She said, shoving Eddie’s shoulder lightly as he turned to face her again. “After I found him crying in my front yard.”

“Fuck,” Eddie muttered, sighing and dropping his head into his hands. “Look, Ken, I already feel bad enough, I don’t need a lecture right now, okay?”

Ken leaned over him slightly to look in the mirror and fix her hair a bit around the edges, her tank top hiking up her back. Eddie tugged it back down, tucking it back into her too-short jean shorts. She huffed and turned to him. “I promised him I wouldn’t yell at you—and I won’t push for answers, either, since you really do look upset—but that doesn’t mean I can’t be mad at you.”

Eddie nodded, feeling his eyes prickle with tears again. He hadn’t really let himself cry over this, and he didn’t think he deserved to. He had been an asshole, he didn’t get to cry. Ken sighed and adjusted the straps of her tanktop. He looked down so that he wouldn’t have to meet her gaze. Her white socks were riding low below her knees, bunched up and grass-stained. 

“I know you’re hurt, babe, trust me. You didn’t tell me that my hair was nice when you first came in, which is always a dead giveaway,” she was being serious, but Eddie laughed quietly, sniffing and looking up at her when she took his hands in hers, squeezing gently. “But Steve is hurt too. And I know you don’t like him very much, but he at least deserves an apology.”

Eddie bites back a sob, nodding. “I know. And I will, I just…don’t know if he’ll forgive me.”

“People don’t apologize for forgiveness, honey,” Ken whispered, pulling him into a hug, his chin over her shoulder and her arms around his waist. “We apologize because we feel bad. Understand?”

Eddie nodded again, turning to press his face into Ken’s neck, hating how his chest ached when she slid her hand up and down his back, being so fucking gentle with him even though he didn’t deserve that, either.

“And,” She continued, her voice softer. “I’m pretty sure he’ll forgive you. Trust me.”

“How do you know everything already?” Eddie whined halfheartedly, pushing his face further into Ken’s neck, and he could feel it when she laughed. “I’m older than you.”

“Maybe if you spent less time being all mopey and pissy, you’d learn a thing or too,” she teased, poking him in the side and he jolted, tightening his hold on her and frowning. 

“Rude.”

“I’m right, though, and you know it. I’m always right.”

Eddie laughed again, shaking his head slightly. “I hate you.”

“I know,” She whispered, moving her hand up to his hair as she shifted around him to press her cheek to the side of his head. “I could give you a ride to Steve’s, if you want.”

Eddie sighed, sinking into her embrace and nodding, slipping a finger through a loop in her jeans and tugging, his breath catching again. He really didn’t want to have to face Steve yet—maybe give himself some time to compose himself so he didn’t become hysterical when he tried to apologize—but he didn’t want to wait to do it like an asshole, either. “Yeah, fine.”

Kendall pushed him away gently by the shoulders, smiling slightly when he frowned and tried to pull her back to him. “You’re so fucking clingy, did you know that?”

“I’ve been told. By you. Many times,” Eddie muttered, moving hair out of his face and sighing again. He made a small noise of protest as she grabbed his wrist and dragged him over to the bathroom, saying that he should “shower first, because he should look presentable when he apologizes.”

Eddie flipped her off and rolled his eyes, but showered anyway.

i can’t draw for shit but have this doodle of Kendall (Ken) i made because i love her and she is literally me

I have a problem making characters who look and act like me leave me alone :(

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↳Re-Introducing Stranger Things Oc: Benjamin Hopper Series: An 80s Mixtape: Book One: Crazy Train [Revamped Chapter One coming soon!]

Summary:

Benjamin Lee Hopper was born on July 4th,1967. He was a product of a one-night stand between a woman named Ellen and his father Jim Hopper. He first met his dad when he was only two weeks old after being left on his dad's front porch with a note from his mother claiming he didn’t want him.

As Ben got older, he started having weird dreams, most of the time it would have been shrugged off by his dad and then stepmother Diane as it being a normal child having vivid dreams. But then the dreams started turning into nightmares right before his little sister Sarah got sick. His parents couldn’t pay much attention to Ben at that point since they were focused on trying to get Sarah well, but then she ended up dying. 

The nightmares had gotten worse after that. It ended up getting to the point where one terrifying night on September 7th,1979 his dad rushed him to the doctor to help get rid of them. 

It had worked for a while but years later, in 1983, Ben's dreams were back. He was dreaming of a girl in a hospital gown and then Will screaming right before he went missing. 

Every year after that… the dreams would get worse and worse, with different monsters and threats to his friends and family.

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[astarionbae]

Halsey Juniper Peach White, more commonly known just as Halsey Juniper Peach, is the daughter of the late Lenora Hills residents Kate Kramer and Gerald White, and the niece of Samuel Owens. Her father was a respected man of the US Military and her mother was a brilliant scientist. She began living with her grandparents after her parents untimely deaths in 1984, and worked at Rink-O-Mania.

In October of 1985, Halsey befriended Jonathan Byers and eventually developed a crush on him. In school, she's very popular due to her grandparents owning Rink-O-Mania which calls for her to be very lavish and wealthy. She has a heart of gold, being incredibly nice to everyone especially to those that bullies consider to be "poor" and "low on the popularity food chain". As a dedicated fan of pineapple pizza, she visits Surfer Boy Pizza regularly where she had eventually befriended Argyle.

March, 1986: Halsey works the night shift at Rink-O-Mania when Jane "El" Hopper hits her school bully Angela and ambulance is called. When Halsey is overheard assuring Jane that she done nothing wrong and had every right to stand up for herself, Angela tells her parents which results in both of the girls getting in trouble. This results in them getting intercepted by government fraction agents that were sent by none other than Samuel Owens. From that night on, Halsey must endure the brutal truth that's flips her entire world view on its head.

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[aliverse]

OC HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE › day three: born in the wrong century (3/5)

Dauntless Modern AU, Isaiah Edition

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[juliaswickcrs]

FREAKS & GEEKS :: THE CORE FOUR ↳ nancy wheeler, alicia henderson, jonathan byers, steve harrington

Joyce handed her the photograph, a grainy, sepia colored snapshot of one of her fondest memories. Alicia even managed a smile at the sight, crinkling the film in her hands. It had been her eleventh birthday, and Steve and Jonathan had decided to build a pillow fort in the Wheeler’s basement, much like the one Mike had built for Eleven. 

Even Nancy had pitched in, the four of them squishing together under the precarious structure, playing monopoly and go fish and listening to cassette tapes in Steve’s dad’s stereo. Rumours had come out the year prior and Alicia couldn't get enough of it. 

“I’d never seen four kids so close,” Joyce interrupted her thoughts with a smile, “Until Will and the party of course.”

They’d never been that close since. Cause that year Steve met Tommy and Carol, and Nancy had found Barb, leaving Jonathan and Alicia to rely on each other like they always did. And Alicia listened to The Chain every day for a year, wondering how it all went wrong.

They’d never even gotten together for Nancy’s Birthday, or Jonathan’s. Whatever spark the four of them had faded by 1979, and completely petered out when Steve started high school.

But this was proof that it had once existed. 

Nancy in her mom’s suede jacket, Alicia in her plastic birthday crown she’d proudly placed on her head, Jonathan in a shirt he’d probably stolen from his dad, and Steve with his messy head of curls and favorite striped shirt.

And now Jonathan had lost his brother, Nancy had lost her best friend, Steve was a jerk, and Alicia was still listening to The Chain.

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[aomaoe]

a bunch of other hawkinsona designs i did on twitter!! the meme was made by @cxwzkeys on twitter!!

it would be a lot to list all their socials, but their twitter handles are written on the images and are linked on the thread here!

[reefinanddrinkin]

Independent rp blog for Stranger Things OC's older brother Nicholas Cunningham of Chrissy and Justin Cunningham. Upon request Rick Lipton's little brother Danny Lipton. Mun 30+ MDI Medium to low activity Written by Ella Promo credit @lcstinfantasy

[timotheechalamats]

DEMI'S OCS: NORA HARRINGTON & EDDIE MUNSON in Jeepers Creepers.

"I can't lose you, Harrington. You might be the only thing keeping me sane in this whole thing." "Well, I guess it's your turn to keep me sane then."

[justmoreocs-writing]

The cafeteria was a mess of noise, so much sound never really felt possible and yet it always seemed to surprise Mia no matter how many times she dared step foot in the place. But Belle had needed food, and a sly smirk had lit Robin’s face that was impossible to ignore.

‘King of the freaks,’ came a cheerful jeering voice, and instantly Mia’s attention shifted to Belle. A small smile was growing on her face, something almost shy about it.

‘Yeah, some things never change,’ Robin said, and Mia glanced towards Eddie. Despite the chaos of the canteen, his gaze lingered momentarily on Belle as he lowered his hands from his head.

‘I think Tink knows that,’ Mia teased softly, glancing back to Belle. A slight flush had flooded her cheeks as she looked to Mia.

‘Cafeterias are the same everywhere,’ she noted dismissively. ‘Please tell me the food improved though.’

Robin chuckled, slung an arm over her best friend’s shoulders. ‘Of course it didn’t,’ she said, gently guiding Belle towards the line. ‘But I don’t think we’ll get scurvy.’

Mia scoffed, glanced briefly back to Eddie. Perhaps Robin’s decision for the detour rather than sneaking off campus for food wasn’t such a bad thing.

[justmoreocs-edits]

Random Dialogue Prompts: A Knife's Edge (Stranger Things)

[hannahhook7744]

Nova Bingham, Child of Argyle and Eden Bingham; 

Their full name is Nova Creed Bingham.

They are non-binary.

They are sixteen years old.

They are a member of Adrien’s Youtube channel. 

Nova’s parents are pretty chill and freelance where it’s legal. 

They love Nova very much and would do anything for them; they just don’t want to be overly strict. 

One time, when Mike was babysitting Nova (when they were around six), he lost sight of them for about five minutes and came back to find the kid with half of a shaved head. Nova loved the result. Everyone else was terrified of how Argyle and Eden would react—their reaction was pretty much ‘It looks great, dear? You did that yourself? Wow, you could be a hairdresser!”

Mike was relieved. Jonathan and Nancy (Nova’s godparents) were still pretty pissed though.

Nova is a total stoner. 

Also Nova is the one who got the others into witchcraft despite popular belief. No one will ever believe Adrien, Ophelia, Lyra, and Reed whenever they say that, though because Nova just looks so innocent…

They love pizza and know how to make it from scratch. Unlike everything else they try to make. 

Nova loves mixing gothic and hippie clothing together even though it drives Reed nuts. 

They have great aim with a slingshot. 

Nova and the others have all compiled a book of information on various supernatural creatures just in case they run into them at some point (anything is possible in their minds after they find out about the upside down). 

Nova’s parents told them about the upside down when they were thirteen. 

Nova figured out that Adrien also knew not long after though they never could quite figure out how he found out because he refused to tell them how he found out. 

Nova is very close to their parents and loves them very much—which makes it very hard to keep secrets from them. Which is exactly why Nova has very few of them. 

Nova has scared their friends before because they can be a bit ‘intense’ with their interest.

Oh and they have talked shit to ghosts before.

Nova has very little impulse control.

Also Nova adores Question, Adrien’s little hamster, very much. Mostly because they’ve never had a pet themselves. 

Nova is good at surfing despite having rarely gone surfing before.

Nova speaks several languages and will watch tv in other languages they understand. 

If Nova does this with another person in the room and they don’t speak the language, that’s how you know they’re mad at them. 

Nova doesn’t get angry often but gets very passive aggressive when they do get angry. 

Nova is trying to figure out what you can bake weed into and what you can’t—even though their friends keep begging them not to. 

Oh and Nova has used blood before to try and figure out if it will make a spell work—no one knows where they got it from. The others were too scared to ask. 

Nova has dizzy spells occasionally.

They are short and climb onto the counter to get stuff from the very top of the cabinet—which scares the shit out of their friends. For obvious reasons. 

Nova loves oversized T-shirts and loose sleeves. 

Their social media name is ‘Errorgendernotfound 69’.

They prefer rainy weather to sunny weather and can be found wearing t-shirts even in winter because they are rarely ever cold.

Once they were so stoned and sleep deprived that they talked to a pair of Halloween decorations in a store thinking it was Adrien and Ophelia. Their friends have not let them live this down.

Nova loves flower crowns and glow sticks.

Nova also very much believes in soulmates. 

Nova and Adrien are strictly platonic. 

Nova has introduced Adrien to both “Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared”, “Gravity Falls”, and “Welcome Home”. They geek out over it together more often than they probably should. 

Oh and they watched Unnus Annus together.

Nova plays the tambourine and the flute alongside several other instruments. 

They play bingo on random things for fun—and would do the same for trauma bingo if they had enough trauma for trauma bingo. 

The click is their favorite youtuber. 

They love ‘Fear Street’, ‘Scream’, ‘Scary Movie’, ‘Final Destination’, and ‘The Cabin in the Woods’.

[kingsroad]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊. a stranger things S2-S4 fic.

Julie Weaver's plan began and ended with surviving high school. Once she graduated, everything else would become a footnote, a period at the end of a particularly arduous sentence.

Moving to a new town in the middle of nowhere at the beginning of her sophomore year was the first wrinkle. The second, discovering that said town in the middle of nowhere was a hub for supernatural bullshit that fate saw fit to wrap her up in. Perhaps the biggest wrinkle of them all was the third: Eddie Munson, the metalhead who sat behind her in Economics.

[dragonsbone]

too many ideas, too lazy to write ✨ ↳ mitch munson, live wire ☠️

Hawkins, Indiana was not the kind of town for people who had even a sliver of originality. It was a small town full of boring people who all liked and disliked the same normal things, hung out at the same stupid places, and interacted with the same gossip-loving crowd. However, if someone had different music taste, different hobby, or different clothing style, then they were instantly labeled as “different” in the eyes of everyone. It didn’t matter if you grew up with a white picket fence or “slumming” it around in a trailer park. The opinion always remained the same:

Outcast.

Freak.

Weirdo.

A town like Hawkins killed the idea of anyone being unique.

A town Mitch Munson swore she would escape the moment she got the chance. A normal and boring life in a normal and boring town was not written in the cards for someone like her. For starters, she refused to be referred by her legal name because her older brother, Eddie, couldn’t say it properly when they were children. (It made more sense than Michelle ever did anyway). But that wasn’t all. No, Mitch Munson was a wildcard full of attitude, sarcasm, and a lifetime supply of creative insults that would make her poor, dead mother rise from the grave in horror. The last part was what she was most known for and proud of. Unfortunately, the rest of the citizens in Hawkins disagreed. That was precisely why she dreamed of flipping the bird to the godforsaken town in her rearview mirror while driving off in the sunset to a place that truly accepted her.

Unfortunately, leaving town required money. Money that the Munson family do not have the pleasure of making.

So her fantasy was placed on hold, along with her brother’s goal of graduating high school for the third year in a row. All she had left to do now was survive her final year of high school, perform with her brother in their band, and take it one day at a time. Hopefully, it would all work out by the end.

Then, spring break of 1986 rolled around the corner and the idea of escaping Hawkins was no longer a ludicrous idea.

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[astarionbae]

FAVORITE OC DYNAMIC(S): Danielle Henderson + Eddie Munson

You know, I’m glad that you found your way back to my sister . . . and me. I remember how you used to make up your own lyrics to the rifts I played, just experimenting with chords. I miss those days. 

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Mimi's Mobile Oc Masterlist

Updated 12/6/2023

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[juliaswickcrs]

oops another oc :: sloane ↳ last young renegade

Hawkins Lab was many things to many people. 

To Number Six it was the only home she had ever known. Her parents had abandoned her the moment she was born and Papa  had taken her in. It was prison and home, but at least she had the friendly orderly to keep her company and the rainbow room.

Until she no longer had the rainbow room or the orderly. Thirteen years old and finally on her own for the first time, she is quickly found by a kind woman who offers to help her find a home. It is this moment she is given an identity. It is this moment she is given a name.

Sloane. 

Passed around from foster family to foster family, Sloane has never known a permanent home, and it weighs on her in ways she never thought possible. She’s learned how to survive in the system, and now she’s struggling to beat it, one day at a time. 

Until the year 1985, and having aged out of the system, Sloane returns back to where it all began. Hawkins, Indiana, where the lab has been shut down and Dr. Brenner is nowhere to be found. And the person who walks back into Hawkins is someone who has spent the last five years embracing every last bit of batshit crazy idea and sarcastic comment she had in her being. 

And if no one else seems to appreciate her, she knows the metalhead with a dungeons and dragons obsession does. And maybe if she manages to charm the ice cream shop boy long enough, he’ll think of her that way too.

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