Can I request the outsiders gang (separately) with a reader who doesn't have a good home life. She mentions a certain family member but is pretty vague about what happens and usually gets irritated when someone tries to ask more about it.
If you don't want to do this that's fine and you can ignore it
𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐗 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐆
𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞:
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒
i can certainly try anon!
im going to do headcannons, im sorry if you wanted something else. take care everyone, have a safe and wonderful summer!! <3
Darrel Curtis
He's nervous about bringing it up. He sees you get upset when someone else asks, and he doesn't want to push you over the edge
If you're at the Curtis house more often than at your own house, he's never going to tease you about it, like he would to Two-Bit or Steve
Sometimes he'll give you a certain look across the room, not one of pity, or worry, but it's a look, one that you can't quite tell what he's thinking
Unfortunately, if he's particularly anxious or stressed, he might push a little further than he intends to, but he's always there when you need him
Sodapop Curtis
He's very in tune with how you're feeling. Don't be afraid to ask or tell him anything
He's smarter than people give him credit for. He's also pretty observant
He wants to keep you as comfortable as possible, but he also wants you to be safe. He's never going to push you for anything, though
He adores seeing you whenever you're at the curtis house, he loves being with you because i think no matter who you are, if you're close with the gang, soda's the friendliest one and you two have a good relationship
Ponyboy Curtis
He won't intend to try and know more, he might ask insensitive questions every now and then though. He's never trying to hurt you on purpose
hes pretty reserved so he understands your boundaries and he knows what to say and do to keep you comfortable
he might not seem like it, but he's a pretty entertaining kid to hang around with, he's actually kind of funny sometimes
he really like having you around and he truly does look forward to being around you, he finds comfort in you
Johnny Cade
He understands your boundaries and never pushes, even the slightest bit
if you're willing, you'd probably have some things in common that you share and he is always going to be someone you can talk to whenever about whatever
hes an incredibly good listener, so if you ever need to just talk to someone, he's definitely the one
he's a very laid back and chill guy, so being with him is almost always going to be second nature to anyone. hes also very funny
Steve Randle
He never mentions anything about your home life
he's seen how upset you get when someone mentions it and he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable or upset
hes a quiet guy, but hes also very loud with his friends and people he knows
he struggles to not be so aggressive and brash, but he'll try if it's something that bothers you
Two-Bit Mathews
He doesn't quite get it, but he listens to you and doenst push you to answer anything. He may be a little dense, but he's not an idiot, he knows where an obvious line is and how to stray away from it
He's actually a great guy to be around, he's super optimistic and truthfully, funny
he thinks you're great, and he does enjoy being with you. he thinks you're a great balance to his bashful and occasionally too-over the too personality
you see him very often, he's always at the curtis house when hes not out drinking or flirting with different blondes/blonds. he always comes in with a loud entrance enthusiastically greeting everyone with a conry 'honey, im home!'
Dallas Winston
Curiosity killed the cat.
he may get a little to nosy and it may end up with you blowing up in his face, but it does get him to think about his words next time if this happens
he knows it's improper that he always wonders what's going on, but he supports you in more unsual and unhelpful ways. like offering an unhealthy outlet to your unsaid emotions—usually a cigarette or alcohol
he doesn't think he can help you in a positive way, and so he doesn't try to. he's going to be someone you can try to connect to, however. don't be fooled, he's got a heart somewhere. it's just locked in a safe.
Where Steve had really never paid attention to reader before, he was always just kinda there. Obviously he knew about him and they were friends but he wasn’t annoying like pony or stern like darry. He was quiet, and always muttering comments to himself. ones that if you heard were hilarious btw.
Steve is like damn it I like him wtf do i do because gay in tulsa in the 60s and idk
𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 & 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒
𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞
Steve Randle realizes he has feelings for Sodapops twin brother
Part 1/?
A/N: YES SUESSSS YESSS ARAGHDHDHHDBC also side note: i have no clue how rodeos go, SUPER SHORT, SORRY! more coming soon trust
cw: Internalized homophobia, suggestiveness
You were so different from your brothers. No one could truly see and think that you four were all truly related at first—and you didn't quite blame them.
It was mind boggling that the Curtis' had four boys, with two—you and Sodapop—being twins.
You all had unique personalities, alike every snowflake, a different weakness for every strength, but it's almost like that's what made you all so much more closer.
You, unalike your twin, were more reserved and quiet. You preferred to stay backstage rather than downstage. In fact, you rarely interacted with the gang. The only times you did is when it was the once in a blue moon occasion that everyone was going somewhere for an event.
However, that didn't necessarily mean you didn't know them, and that didn't mean they didn't know you.
Every now and then you'd come out from your room or from hanging out with your own few friends and try to find peace in either being alone with silence, or trying to hear your own thoughts among everyone's conversations in the living room.
If you asked anyone else–they'd call you awkward. If you asked Steve Randle—he'd say you're one of a kind.
The first time you two truly met was when Sodapop was out with Sandy, his then girlfriend, and Steve, the poor thing, had come in awaiting the time his dear best friend would come back.
A few days prior, Steve had worked on the Curtis care and asked Soda to wash some of his clothes after. He thought no one would have been home.
However, when he walked into the laundry room, he was instead met with you shirtless, crouched and shoving a blood stained shirt—and some other dirty laundry—into the wash.
His first instinct was to shy away and awkwardly ask if you had seen his clothes, but once he got a good look at your split lip, black eye, and brusied, trembling figure, he decided he had another plan.
It was awkward at first. You wouldn't stop denying help and he wouldn't stop offering it, but eventually, you caved in and gave a loud sigh.
Despite how aggressive and loud you saw him, Steve was uncharacteristically gentle (in terms for him) and thorough when aiding you.
He cleaned the blood from you lip, applied antiseptic to the cuts littered around your face, and even made sure all your ribs were still intact and in one peice—in a very intimate way...
He came by the next day, under the phony reason of seeing Soda, to check on you, only to see you the morning after defending your black eye as the unfortunate consequence of not tying your shoes.
Since then, even if it was even more awkward and uncomfortable between you and Steve, you didn't have the fortunate choice of ignoring how he acted towards you.
Since that day, whenever you said a snarky comment under your breath, he would snicker or smirk. He would eye you when something unexpected happened and you were around. He even started to smile at you whenever you came into the DX with your friends.
However, one particular day you were going to participate in one of the rodeo shows happening, leading most if the curtis gang (Dallas, Soda, Two-bit, him, and Johnny) to come along for support (it was a once in a lifetime opportunity).
It was all a great time!
Until you were up.
It was with great reluctance that Darry even let you have the thought of bull-riding, so going behind his back (the best you could) was the second best option.
You had an amazing time, despsite it being incredibly dangerous and difficult, you'd say you did pretty decent.
However, Steve wasn't doing so great. He thought it was the worst thing you could have ever done because he had never imagined you doing anything more attractive than bull-riding.
He felt confused, worried.
Ashamed.
He swallowed hard and tried so hard to get you out of his head. He had no idea why he thought a guy was attractive, let alone it being you.
He wasn't normal. Normal people don't feel this way about the same sex. Something was wrong with him.
What did he do wrong? How did he turn out like this?
He tried to convince himself that he didn't actually think you were attractive, and that it was just too hot in here. He wasn't thinking of you two kissing while you were on your back, he was thinking of someone else. A girl. A girl with the same colored hair color and length as you. Someone with the same eyes that shined brightly when looking at him. It was a girl that made him nervous and anxious when he talked near them. It was a girl who made him giddy when they laughed near him.
It wasn't you.
It got him in such a sour mood, your face could scrunch up from the mere aura of him.
When you all finally left, Steve wouldn't couldn't even glance at you.
When the Curtis house was finally beneath all of your guys' feet, it took no time for Steve to leave without a word to you.
While everyone else praised your performance, you couldn't help but wallow in the hole your heart had.
hey guys! im so so sorry that your guys' requests are taking long, im trying to figure out some time to write (also, im not rlly intk the outsiders atm, IM GONNA STILL WRITE FOR THEM THO) and school is kind of rough rn with studyigng for finals💔 i promise, once its summer, all will be okay!
Hii !! I absolutely love your outsiders Headcannons and I would love to see the Curtis gang x a ticklish reader! Like whenever they hug or cuddle she always giggles and it’s so adorable! Thank you hope you have a great day
CURTIS GANG X TICKLISH! READER
dallas winstons part is lazy, dare i say almost non existent im sorry sorry
Darrel Curtis
hes still young, so i think he woukd totally like to mess w u sometimes
he would totally put his hands gently wherever ur ticklish, like ur waist or shoulders right by ur neck, and make u flinch or yelp out of fear hes gonna tickle you
he will totally shamelessly tickle you whenever its the two of u tho
like if ur lying in bed, dont fully expect him NOT to like squeeze your waist
he loves if when u scream or giggle, he thinks its super funny
The two of you are on the couch next to each other, watching some movie Darry practically begged you to watch, claiming it was one of the best movies he's ever seen.
His eyes fall to you, and he gets an amazing idea.
His hands slowly slide along your waist and you tense immediately, a yelp slipping past your throat as you recoil back in fear. He lets out an almost thunderous laugh and you glare at him.
"Darry!"
He continues to laugh, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I had to!"
Sodapop Curtis
theres no way he DOESNT take advantage kf this
hes so joyus and just a little guy, he really likes tickling you
he does it as a way to get you to do things i fear... like if he asks u to do something and you refuse, he acts like he's going to tickle you to get you to do it
howeverrr, i feel he's pretty ticklish as well so you both have a feild day whenever you need the other to do something
soda is willing to fist fight to keep you from tickling him
Sodapop and you are in the Curtis residence, and you, being the good citizen you are, are cleaning up after eating on the couch. (no evidence, no consequences)
Soda looks over to you, and in your presence as you're up and about, he realizes that he actually needs you for something important...he wanted a drink...Not wanting to get up, he hopefully calls out to you.
"Hey, daaarlin'," Soda drags out, "So there's something that I would reeaally love for you to do-"
"Not doin' it."
"What! C'moonnn ,pleeaasee? You know I love you sooo muuuchhh-"
"If you did, then you'd do it yourself!" You counter, walking back to the couch to sit back down.
Soda huffs, but as he does so, he raises his arms around you and his hands sneakily hover above each side of your waist-
You yelp, feeling his presence. Your cower and cover your wiast, a small nervous smile on your face. "OKAY! OKAY I'LL DO IT!"
Ponyboy Curtis
Ponyboy doesn't really care and actually kind of forgets sometimes because it's not something he's particularly interested in
however, you know when you're very mildly upset with someone? yeah that's when he does it
he never like really goes for it, it's more of like a couple moments and then he'll stop quickly. he knows how it feels and it doenst feel great so he doesn't really go after you
the only bad part about this is you have no clue when he's going to attack...
he doesn't do it often but that doesn't ease your paranoia...
The two of you are in his room, each on his bed while you do homework and he reads a new book he got.
You two had originally hung out to do homework—contrast to Darry's skepticism—but Ponyboy, like the sweat he is, doesn't have any. While he also previously proposed to help you, you didn't quite need his help, it was more so just that you needed more time to work.
Though, much to your annoyance, and you still love the boy, you truly do, but you can't quite focus with Ponyboy telling you a recap of (what you would say) every few pages.
This caused you to give him short answers to his rambles. You were still listening, but maybe you should have told him that...
Ponyboy gives you a slide glare after his third attempt at talking to you about the book, only to get half-assed answers back.
he's upset, yes, but he also know why you're not quite interacting with him.
Though, as a small form of payback, he gets up (not without saving his page) and starts to sneak behind you.
You're too focused on your homework to notice him, until it's too late and you're on the floor, giggling and crying while writhing.
Ponyboy stops after a moment and gets back up to continue his book, not without a couple of giggles as well, though.
Johnny Cade
oh my love
yeah honestly hes like the only one who doesnt really care all the much
in fact, the only way he tickles you is accidentally or you get scared because you feel like he's going to tickle u
i dunno, maybe he might do it if youre doing it to him, but other than that, its a rare occurrence
if you shriek or yelp when you get tickled he gets freaked out by it, like hell yelp too its kind of funny (bc hes not in real dangee, u get it?)
"Yeah, you shoulda' seen me, I looked so tuff-" Johnny goes to reach the small of your back to steer you a certain way when you gasped and hopped a step forward to stop him from potentially tickling you.
Johnny retreats his hand and furrows his brows, confused and a little worried.
"Oh, I thought you were gonna tickle me."
"Oh," Johnny replied, a small smile crawling on his face.
Steve Randle
he honestly forgets and doesn't really care
but when he remembers and does tickle you, HE GOES FOR IT YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE HIM
this is a bonus but i really think steve is a big brother so uhm...yeah you're definitely not escaping him dont even dream of it
you two will have fist fights with this it happens often too
honestly fighting between you two is very common (ITS NOT TOXIC U GUYS DONT WORRY...but hes also bad at controlling his temper and regulating emotions so be careful-)
You and Steve were originally sitting on your couch, peacefully watching TV until he decided to strike, and now, you two are on opposite sides of the kitchen table, with you trying to evade him and him trying to catch you.
"You're never catching me alive, Steve!"
"I'll be the judge of that."
You eventually bolt away after a few minutes of cat and mouse around the table and to no one's suprise, Steve does actually catch you. But, you're not giving uo that easily.
You make it as hard and inconvenient as possible for Steve to tickle you, pushing his arms away, licking him, biting him, even a few kisses, but he still gets his way.
Two-Bit Mathews
look me in the eyes and tell me he WOULDNT care.
theres not a moment where hes NOT teasing you about it
or harassing you, like non-stop tickling, or tickling fake-outs
hes evil dont let ur gaurd down around him.....
hit him after, its okay, he deserves it❤️🩹 not that hard tho or he'll get sad :(
You're sitting in bed with Two-bit, talking to him about who knows what until he puts his hand on your waist and squeezes, trying to make you squirm.
You yelp and quickly writhe out of his grasp and slap his hand away firmly, giving an unimpressed look.
You two look at eachother for a moment before he breaks the silence.
"Wow, the tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife-"
"I'M GONNA CUT YOU WITH THE KNIFE-"
Two-bit shakes his head sadly, "That was bad."
Dallas Winston
he genuinely could not care less
im sorry theres nothing else to say im being real like he doesnt care
if he does end up accidentally tickling you he'll shrug it off and forget about it
he has better things to worry about in his defense, like not getting thrown in juvenile detention for once
If your requests are still open would you mind doing an x reader fic with Ferris Bueller??
Male reader, preferably FTM, cis is fine as well :3
Reader being more on the shy and autistic side, not really outgoing and adventurous like Ferris :3
Still set in senior year of high school but otherwise completely free range :D
A/N: AHHHHHHHH AYAYAYYAYAYAYAY SORRY I WAS LIKE GENUINELY EXCITED TO WRITE THIS tho i had no idea how to imply that the reader had autism or was neurodivergent in any way im sorry😞
also off topic but i had the worse ear infection ever i almost died it was so bad i think the ao3 curse got me
The cold breeze that nipped at your cheeks as you jogged outside made you remember your earlier high school days, every day, walking home from school.
From what you still remember, high school wasn't that bad. Even if you didn't have many classes with your friends, it didn't really matter because you never really needed to talk in those classes. Coincidentally, the classes you did have with your friends were classes that were easy to listen in, easy to catch up, and easy to learn in.
However, there was only one time you were ever worried that you might fail a class.
Sophmore year. It had to have been the worse year.
You had all of your classes with Ferris Bueller. Whether is was fortunate or unfortunate, you still don't know, you only know that he missed a handful of classes that year.
It was your english class, fourth period. You had it with not only Ferris Bueller, but Cameron Frye. Now, Cameron Frye wasn't a problem at all, no! He was smart, kind, and well-bahaved.
Ferris though, was like a young puppy, jumping up at your face, way too excited to see someone.
So, when your English teacher sat the two by eachother, without considering they were also very good friends, it was disastrous.
For you, at least, because she sat them by you.
Every day, you hear some heinous crap that would fall from Ferris' mouth, and you might have laughed, rolled your eyes, and maybe you seen the corner of his mouth quip up to a grin, and maybe you even liked it, but you couldn't afford to sit by him.
It was only a matter of time until you were apart of the conversation as well. Whenever you were gone, one of them would fill you in on something atrocious that had happened, or something someone said about you.
It was only a matter of time until you got a phone call at 8:00 PM on a Thursday night.
You groggily picked up the phone, rolling your eyes. Who in their right mind would do something like this? Could they not just let you rest?
Your anger eased once you heard Ferris' voice though. Your brows furrowed when he spoke and you asked him if something was up.
Sure, you guys had eventually became friends and now talked one on one, but you knew it hadn't really meant anything. Not even as you slowly started to get butterflies in your stomach each time he smiled harder at a joke you said, not even if he slowly started being the sole purpose you came to school, not even as he slowly infiltrated your mind and began to be the only thing you thought about...
He called you, and for once in his life, Ferris Bueller sounded nervous.
Even if you hadn't known him for long, he never struck you as someone nervous. He always had some sort of back up plan for everything.
When you asked what was wrong, he stammered.
He tripped over his words, he had to actually start over what he was saying.
You started to drill him with questions. If he was okay, what had happened, what he needed from you.
It had to have taken an hour to get him to confess what was up. To confess he wanted to go on a date with you.
Each or your rooms fell silent almost immediately after.
The tension makes you uneasy and sweaty.
You let out a huff, it almost sounded like a laugh, and the room fell silent again. Ferris almost dies right then there.
But then he hears you mutter.
"I'm free saturday evening, Bueller. I'll pick you up."
You hear words die on his tongue, and it takes even longer for him to reply.
"I was supposed to say that..."
ʚ♡ɞ
The numbing of your fingers tingle when they touched the side of Ferris' window seil. You probably look like a maniac, like some tryinb to break in.
You manage to pull yourself up, and you knock as hard as you can, swearing to yourself.
Ferris opens the window with the biggest grin on his face ever possible.
"Hey, man, I have a door, y'know?"
He lends a hand out to you and you instantly grab it, pulling yourself into his room.
Your feet quietly thump on the floor as you huff, pushing him away.
"Buller, I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me why you wanted me to sneak through your window while it's gotta be 10 degrees outside-"
You both hear footsteps up the stairs and Ferris pushes you to the floor behind his bed on your back.
You grunt and roll your eyes, getting closer to the under his bed, which is actually suprisingly clean.
His father opens the door and starts to talk. You can see Ferris' shoulders tense just a bit.
"Ferris, your mother and I are going to visit some friends of our, we trust you to behave as Jeanie's not going to be here..."
"Of course I will, dad!" Ferris beams.
"Alright, bye, kid. Love you."
"I love ya' too!"
His father leaves without another word. A beat or two following the door shutting and Ferris pulls you up.
"Y'know, Ferris, I don't think it's all that proper that you throw your boyfriend around..."
"What? I thought that's what boyfriends are for!"
You roll your eyes, "Why'd you have me sneak through your window?"
Ferris merely prances around his room, grinning.
"You, my dear beloved, are going to have dinner with my family tomorrow!"
"Is it a formal 'meet the parents' sorta thing?" You ask, brow raised as you drop down on his bed, kicking off your shoes and placing them by the corner of his bed.
"...Yes and no..."
"Yes, no, maybe so?"
"It's for you to meet my parents, yes! But, just...without them knowing were dating...! And with Cameron."
"So why do I have to come a day early?"
Ferris gets closer and sits beside you on the bed. "Can't a guy spend some time with his boyfriend?" He gives you a grin.
"Awh, you're gross-" You shove him away from you, laying back on the bed.
"That's not even what I was getting at!" He swats your hand away, chuckling.
"Yeah, okay."
ʚ♡ɞ
The two of you wake up and end up leaving to go bother Cameron after Ferris' parents go to work. You end up staying over even after his parengs get back the next day from work.
When his parents do end up getting back, it's also when you three are getting back from your little adventure.
His mother calls out to you three and asks if you and Cameron would like to stay for dinner. Ferris answers for you guys and all five of you enter the house together.
ʚ♡ɞ
You guys had whatever leftovers Ferris had, but that was alright, because it was still good nonethless.
His parents talk with him and his sister before they start to question you.
"What grade are you in?"
"I'm in my senior year."
"How do you know Ferris?"
"We became friends throughout the year, since we have the same classes."
It was actually quite nice. You didn't talk too much, and also got a free dinner out of it.
Out of nowhere, his mother speaks up.
"Ferris, where you find such a nice respectable boys?"
You and Camerons cheeks burn at the praise.
"I dunno. I wonder the same." Ferris shrugs and looks over to both you and Cameron, who are sitting next to eachother.
....hey, heh....anyways i saw some of your works and i love them a lot!!! i was thinking to request anything about a werewolf (or something akin) male reader and steve harrington? maybe a meeting of the two where reader is trying to eat him and they work it out and become acquaintances or friends?
•·.·'Teeth, Claws, and Movies'·.·•
Platonic!Steve Harrington x Werebat!Male!reader
Rating: G
Word Count: 2.4k
Tags: platonic, hurt/comfort, set in season 4, not as much dialogue as I would have wanted 😞, I’m bad at tagging I’m sorry
Summary: Rather than being killed during Vecna’s massacre of the lab, he’d banished you to the Upside Down. The demobats had attacked you and you’d been turned into a Werebat monster. Recently, Vecna was too busy with his plans to prioritize making sure no portals to the normal world were open near you, so you escaped and met Steve Harrington.
Author’s note: you said something akin to a werewolf, so I tried to work it into stranger things lore and made the reader a Werebat like one of the demobats. I hope that’s alright 😅. I’m sorry I took so long! I had a little trouble grasping his character, so I took a bit of just figuring out how to write Steve. Maybe a like Ooc, I’m really sorry 😞 tried my best. Honestly might make a part two
Fic begins below the cut. I hope you enjoy!
You were hungry. You were always hungry; it was hard to remember a time when you weren’t. It wasn’t always physical hunger, but a hunger in the back of your mind like that of a monster demanding it be fed. You’d been in the hell known as the Upside Down since the age of 16, and your wrist still had the number “09” tattooed into it. While you’d survived the mascara that had been put upon the other children in Hawkins’s Lab, you hadn’t really escaped Vecna. Instead of killing you, he’d been the one to send you to the Upside Down.
When you’d first fallen to the claws of the Upside Down, you’d been attacked by demobats. They’d torn at your skin and cloths, then left you to rot. You’d managed to kill a few of them though, and you’d accidentally swallowed some of their rancid blood when it’d splattered into your mouth. You had thought you were going to die a scared, power-cursed child. But you hadn’t. You’d survived. You were just a monster now.
Maybe it was the powers you’d been trained into, or maybe it was the blood you’d swallowed. Either way, you couldn’t say up were really human anymore. You looked like a human most of the time, and you could still speak, but you weren’t really human. You didn’t hear like a human anymore or have all the human qualities you used to. Your nails grew sharper and harder, your teeth got sharp, and your body grew more reliant. Worst of all, you were able to shift into a horrid, bat-like creature. A mirror of the creatures who greeted you upon arrival. It was how you ate—there was no normal food in the upside down, only fellow monsters you hunted when in the form of a monster yourself. The only good thing that came with the changes was that while in your human body, you felt no hunger thanks to eating while a monster.
Through your years in the Upside Down, you’d been oblivious to the happenings of the normal world. You hadn’t even run into Mike or the others from Hawkins when they’d been forced to venture into the hellish place you were forced to call home. You’d had to feast on the monsters who now considered you one of their own. Vecna had made it a point to keep a watchful eye on you, making sure no portals to the normal world were ever found by you.
It was only now that you’d stumbled upon one of the portals. Vecna had gotten sloppy with hiding them, rather preoccupied with his seemingly more important plans. By now, you were 19. You’d been living using the things from the Upside Down versions of Hawkins, dressing in whatever you could find in the dreary houses. The portal practically beckoned you to it, to freedom. It was just outside of the Upside Down version of the Family Video.
When you stepped into the normal world, it was bright. Way too bright. In the moment, the sun was dipping into the horizon as the afternoon slowly turned to evening. You were far too used to the darkness of the Upside Down. You bared your teeth at nothing in particular, showing off your unnaturally sharp canines. You were in the alley, hidden away easily enough. There was litter on the ground, and old posters that had been forgotten after being replaced.
It was odd to feel the unfamiliar warmth in the air. The air back in the Upside Down had been thick with malice, death, and weary. It would settle into your lungs like sludge. Even before being sent to the Upside Down, you had never been used to it. The lab had always been cold and sterile; smelling nothing like this place.
Soon, though, you were interrupted by the sound of a door opening. It made you jump; you were unused to sounds that didn’t come from the monsters of the Upside Down. You especially weren’t used to humans. You’d scurried quickly to hide behind the ally’s dumpster, ducking down.
You heard the scuff of sneakers against concrete from where you hid, and the rustling of a full trash bag. Then, you heard a voice. You didn’t recognize it, he didn’t sound like Brennar or Vecna. It was the voice of someone around your age; a young man whose name you didn’t know was Steve Harrington.
He was grumbling to himself. Something or other about it being some person named “Robin”’s turn to take out the trash and yet still being stuck with the chore. He sounded annoyed yet fond.
You pressed yourself tighter against the dumpster’s side when the young man stepped in front of it. You could feel your chest rising and falling out of rhythm. Your jaw grew tight when he started lifting the lid, drawing out a screech from the rusting metal. You could feel the fangs in your mouth growing sharper, and your nails turning to talons. A response that you’d learned was from feeling threatened. You didn’t quite shift like werewolves did under a cloak of the night in stories; you shifted when you needed to feed or were scared. There’d never been much of a difference between night in day in the Upside Down anyway. The sound of the trash bag sent a shock through your ears. “What the hell,” you heard Steve mutter when he caught the sound of a growl escape your throat.
Shifting was never comfortable. It was painful and mind splitting. You grew commanding, leathery wings and became almost fluffy in some sports. Your clothes were torn and stretched, hanging onto you like scraps. When you shifted, it was as if someone else was controlling the monstrosity you called a body. That “someone” was like the embodiment of hunger. The only thing that remained outwardly “human”, were your eyes. Sad, scared, young eyes that bore guiltily into anything you attacked.
Steve had more than enough experience with the Upside Down, and he didn’t want any more. It was unlucky on both your ends. The man cursed when he saw a dark claw scrape around the side of the dumpster. He didn’t have his bat with him. Of course he didn’t, he was at work and it was in his car’s trunk. No sane manager would let him keep a nail covered bat on him.
Steve stepped back as you emerged. You; taller than before and looking like something out of the Upside Down, had begun to creep closer. Steve was about to clamber for the door before you lunged at him. He barely managed to dodge, and your momentum caused you to slam into the wall that’d been behind him. You didn’t get very hurt; it took quite a bit to hurt something from the Upside Down.
Before you’d landed at him again, Steve managed to grasp something of the litter off the ground. When you lunged at him again, you were hit in the ribs with a chunk of an old movie poster frame. He only caught your eyes after the fact, seeing the uncomfortably human look in them as you let out a monstrous wail. His face twisted into confusion, and almost some curiosity. Before he could shake himself from his thoughts, you were going at him again.
You’d managed to get a grip on his shoulders. Your rancid breath fanned over his face and caused him to dry heave before he got ahold of himself. Your mouth was wide open, showing off all the jagged teeth. The sight sent chills down his spine.
“Oh- OH, what the fuck,” Steve cursed. It was at that you stilled. You weren’t used to hearing fear from the things you attacked. Demogorgons, demodogs, and those demobats that made you this way all showed you one thing; malice. You had fed on living, rancid, malice for years. But Steve didn’t smell or sound like it, and the instincts of the creature that you were seemed to notice it too.
Steve smelled of fear and panic, but also expensive cologne. You could feel how tense he was, and how his body was so much weaker than the monsters you were used to preying upon. Droplets of his warm blood seeped from where your claws pricked his skin.
You tilted your head in curiosity. Your mouth had been subconsciously shut, having lush interest in eating him. The young man furrowed his brows. Steve was thrown off by your sudden curiosity. You’d had him convinced a moment ago that he’d finally met his end, but now you were watching him with intrigue.
Cautiously, Steve raised a hand. He was slow; he didn’t want you to rip his head off. When his hand reached the fluff on your chest, you growled at him suspicious and raised your lips to show off your teeth.
Steve dropped his hand and watched as your teeth were covered again. He brought the hand up again soon enough, gaining the same reaction from you.
He hadn’t even actually touched you yet, just grazing your fur. When his hand finally sank into the mound of fur, he found that it was surprisingly soft. His hand was warm where it sat, fingers splayed against your chest. At first, you’d leaned in further to show more of your teeth as a threat, but you were thrown off guard by the fact he didn’t try to attack you. Your head tilted to the side in curiosity as you watched him.
“What,” Steve paused to try and catch your eyes, “the hell are you?”
The question was mostly rhetorical and went unanswered. You looked like something from the Upside Down, but he could see something in your eyes. Your eyes looked too human for him to want to hurt you. The gleam in them was too bright and scared to be anything but.
“Damn it,” Steve huffed to himself in the same tone he’d used a million times before begrudgingly going along with Dustin’s plans.
The hand on your chest began to cautiously play with your fur, and his other hand slowly coming up to your head. He had no clue what you were, but he was trying to calm you. And at the moment, you looked like a creature, so he had no other cue on how to calm you.
At first, you’d leaned away from the hand reaching for your cheek. You didn’t trust him, Steve looked nothing like the scientists and government officials you’d been surrounded by before being banished to the Upside Down by Vecna. But he smelled nice, much better than the rancid hell you spent the last several years in. It was several minutes of trying before he got to petting your head.
It grew quiet. Steve wasn’t much used to quiet anymore, and you certainly weren’t. Steve’s life was often filled with the rambunctious teens he played babysitter for, and gods knew Robin never stopped talking. As for you, there’d always been some buzzing or scratching away of pencils in the lab, and the Upside Down’s inhabitants never slept. It was calm, almost. The neat perfect setting to calm your overrun nervous system.
You’d slowly began to shrink back into your human body. The fur and bat like features lay hidden away. Your claws turned back to bitten nails. Your teeth went back to normal, or as normal as they’d ever be after being turned by those bats. Shifting back to your human body always took longer than shifting into a monster did, and it was always the more tiring of the two.
Steve was in shock, looking at the disheveled boy before him. You were not the monster that had just been trying to kill him. You looked dirty and tired. The clothes you’d been in were stretched and tattered thanks to your shifting. Some of his blood was drying on your fingers, and you could see it the moment you’d yanked your hands back from his shoulders.
When you started backing away, Steve gave a pointed expression. He didn’t want to grab you; he was unsure how you’d react if he did, and he really didn’t want to get his face eaten off like he’d almost had.
“You,” Steve paused. He was still buzzing with adrenaline, chest rising and falling unevenly. “You, stay there,” he ordered.
“Oh my god,” Steve whispered to himself in barely contained horror and panic. What was he meant to do with you? Was he meant to babysit you, like all the rest of the people he hung out with? He wasn’t even sure if that would make sense; how could he babysit a ware-bat-thing who looked like he was the same age as himself? Nothing in his life made sense anymore, and your appearance in it was only going to make it messier.
“What’s your name,” he relented. A hand moved to his hip, and he looked clearly tired. The motion caused him to wince thanks to the injuries you’d inflicted on his shoulders.
You glanced away and back at him. Brenner had never given you a name, and you felt guilty speaking to him after you had just attacked him. “Nine,” the word eventually scraped past your teeth. You had never been used to speaking; Brenner didn’t encourage it in subjects and there was no one to speak to in the Upside Down.
“Nine,” Steve parroted almost sarcastically. He hadn’t quite intended for it to be biting, but he wasn’t exactly enjoying the evening. You only nodded in return, which earned you a raised brow.
“Great. Perfect,” he said dryly, “I’m Steve.”
Steve ran a hand through his disheveled hair, smoothing it out and causing another pained wince. “And you don’t happen to know a girl called eleven, do you?”, he added and looked you over. Again, a nod. With how worn out you appeared, he hoped you would not be able to shift in the moment. When he reached a hand out to grab your tattooed write, you bore your mostly human teeth at him, and he quickly withdrew from you.
He sighed, looking rather done like he’d dealt with this sort of thing far too often. “Alright. Okay. Come on.”
Steve knew it would likely lead to far more trouble and may be a mistake. Even so, he didn’t believe it would be all too different from the life he lived now. He’d dealt with everything this shitty world had thrown at him so far, why couldn’t he handle you? You’d fit perfectly into the patchwork quilt of a family he’d built for himself in Hawkins; he had no doubts. He just needed to find you a name and some new clothes… and maybe get Robin to give you a 101 on talking. His best friend was basically the queen of talking anyway.
I absolutely love your page!! Sorry if this is a big long but I love this idea!
Headcannons for Johnny Cade x a soc reader who’s literally the sweetest thing on planet earth! She’s one of the riches girls in Tulsa but she’s not stuck up or prissy. She’s kind and caring and she’s exceptionally gorgeous. She has light green eyes and light brown hair that always looks blown out even when it isn’t and she has this innocent doll like look which is admired by everyone around her. Her house is mostly empty as her father and her brothers are always at their fathers work right after school and she absolutely loves cooking and baking so she doesn’t have many people to cook or bake for except for her house workers but once she starts getting closer to Johnny she immediately starts feeding that malnourished boy and once they start dating and she gets closer with the gang she ALWAYS brings over warm food, cookies, cake literally anything so it takes away the stress of cooking for Darry and gives the boys amazing food and when Darry tries to tell her she really doesn’t have to she says she really likes to because her house is always empty and she has no one to cook for except the people who work for her father at their house and she even cleans up the Curtis house because she also loves cleaning but her maids always tell her it’s not her job even if they do appreciate it and she loves it. She really loves having people around her and her house is always empty and cold while the Curtis house is warm and full an homey, while her house is big and pretty the Curtis house is real and happy!
hey guys!! um yes this is a bigger a/n but for some reason it wont let me post media with this request uhm so so sorry guys!!!
you guys met as partners for a project in class
he came over to your house one time—with some major coercion—and the amount of baked goods you had astonished him
they were unfortunately almost untouched despite not being freshly made (like that day or a day ago)
it took him so much courage to ask you for some and you were over the moon
he LOVES your cooking, and after the project you guys become acquaintances
u guys mostly hang out after school (its usually u asking)
after a while you guys start to date!!
you start to bake goods for him in no time!!! you lean what he likes and doesnt, and theres never a time where there isnt a little something for him when he comes over or whenever i see him
you also almost constantly insist to bake for him and have him eat your cooking because youve like rarley ever seen him eat
you can tell he doesnt eat much and it concerns u a lot
he's infinitely greatful u feed him
"Oh, you made these again?" Johnny takes one of the baked goods and almost immediately takes s bite.
"Yeah, I think you liked them last time, so I made more."
"I do like 'em, thank you, Sweets!" Johnny appreciates with a smile.
"No problem! I know my baking is just the best you've ever had, I can't let my talent go to waste!" You announce, smirking.
Johnny lets out a huff of amusement, rolling his eyes playfully.
you IMMEDIATELY insist to bake for him and his gang, though he's nervous they won't quite like you
the gang is mean to u at first;( buts its okay cuz theyre betas and ur an alpha🥹
but after a time or two johnny confronts them about it
"Jesus, nothin's gonna happen if you're decent to 'em for once! You act like all Socs big and scary and always up to no good. I've known 'em longer than all of you, so stop acting like you all suddenly care about who I decide to spend my time with," Johnny scowls.
they eventually stop and now they get chocolate cake more often🥹
its ALWGAS THAT STUPID FUCKING CHOCOLATE CAKE OH MY GOD YOU CAN MAKE IT WITH YOUR EYES CLOSED
if scares you how fast and much they eat
like its not suprisinv but oh my god.
if they do a favor, they WILL ask you to repay them in food
Ahh I love your work so so much!! I was wondering if you’d take interest in either pony or soda x a Sarah Cameron! Reader. She’s like Sarah in the same way she’s a kook/soc but wants to get out of the bubble wrap. She has a terrible father (Ward) and is basically just Sarah in a nutshell!
hii!! i know this is incredibly late but i dont know who sarah cameron is😓 so uhm if u still want this request if u could maybe follow up and give a a short description? im sorry🥀🥀
omg u guys quick announemet uhmm if u have requested im like so sorry its taken my decades to come out w them its been rlly hard for me to write recently💔 BUT IM WORKING ON IT RN
also i have like 7 messages in my inbox that WONT load so if u requested something and its not johnny or soda related feel free to request again
