𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕤 ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤
here i am...starting another book 🙈 oops!
i'm really, really excited about this one and i hope people like it
𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: ~1.3k
*𝕆𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: smut, angst, light fluff.
**𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕗𝕚𝕔 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: alcohol use, tobacco use, NON-MILEVEN SEX, sex without emotion/feelings, mentions of marijuana/implied past marijuana use.
☟MY USUAL DISCLAIMER☟
stranger things and all of its characters, settings, etc. belong to the duffer brothers and netflix. i do not attempt to take credit for anything other than my original plot ideas, au's, and original characters.
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"Mike, it's about time you showed!"
He took a deep breath and slapped on a fake smile as he approached the group.
"Troy, what's up?"
They shook hands before Troy put a drink' and a cigarette in his hands.
"Come over here and meet Stacy, she's a transfer from Indianapolis."
He took a drag of the cigarette and a swig of beer while Troy guided him into the house, leading him over to the group of girls on the sofa.
"Stacy, this is the guy Mike I was tellin' you about earlier."
A pretty young woman stood up and walked over to them, biting her lip as her eyes traveled up and down Mike's figure.
"Hello Mike, I've heard so many things about you. It's nice to finally put a name to a face."
Mike held the cigarette between his teeth as he shook her hand, eyes naturally falling to her voluptuous breasts, which were sticking out from the top of her shirt. He brought his eyes back up to hers, watching her cheeks turn pink.
"Nice to meet you, Stacy."
They talked for a little while before Mike excused himself, citing a need for fresh air, which wasn't technically a lie, more of a convenience thing.
He stepped out back and sat down on one of the lounge chairs by the pool, putting out his cigarette in the ashtray next to him before lighting another one, taking a long drag. He looked up at the smoke as it disappeared into the night and noticed the full moon hanging above.
Mike never figured out where she went, if she'd ever gotten out of that horrible place all those years ago. She saved him and his (former) friends' lives, and he never even got to thank her for it.
Sometimes he swears he sees her, walking down the street as he's riding by on his new Harley, a gift from his parents after his manual bike finally gave up.
But it couldn't possibly be her, right? She was gone.
He hadn't stopped thinking about her, even all these years later, she still crossed his mind every single day. After middle school was over, Mike had broken off from the original party and joined in with Troy's group because he couldn't face his friends anymore.
They reminded him of her, and that was too much for him.
Since then, he'd surrounded himself with booze, cigarettes, marijuana, and girls, all in an attempt to distract himself from the loss of his first crush.
His first love.
Sure, it was nice to have attention from girls, but they all left him with the same hole in his chest that had been there since he watched Eleven get pulled into the Upside Down. He thought that it'd be enough, the booze and the girls, but it wasn't.
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The Fallen
Fanfiction{RATED M FOR FUTURE SMUT} - He's thought about her every day since that night in the woods. He doesn't know what happened to her after she defeated the demogorgan. She's gone, and he has to move on. But...what if she isn't really gone? [A BADBOY AU...
