people are strange ♔ steve harrington x oc

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~ 𝐃𝐈𝐆 𝐃𝐔𝐆 ~
𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟒

"You, Jenny Dean, are a master seductress."

Tim rubbed his ringed hand gently over Jenny's bare back, making her shiver at the feeling of his long, callused hands.

"Me? All I said was that I left my weed at home so could I get a hit of yours..." She said innocently, biting her lip to keep from giggling.

He chuckled, "And then you had more than me!"

"...But I have like, ten bucks cash in my bag right now to pay you back."

He laughed again, squeezing her closer to his chest and kissing her forehead.

"What are you gonna do with yourself when I stop giving you shit like this?"

Jenny chuckled, but the question suddenly pulled her out of their moment in the afterglow and into her own thoughts.

What would happen if she ever got an actual boyfriend? Of course, their hookups would stop... But would she be able to just see him as Tim the stoner, after all they had done? Could she even be around him without the looming thought of all he had done to her, for her?

For some reason, she felt guilty. For Steve of all people. It really ruined the moment.

She almost felt like gagging at her own thought. She shouldn't care what her best friend would think of this, but she did. She thought about what Steve would think about it all for a concerning amount of time when she was with Tim.

"You still awake there?" Tim interrupted the thoughts rushing around her mind.

"Yeah, yeah fine..." Jenny giggled as he drew patterns on her back.

"Well I do believe we have stayed up way past your bedtime missy," He said. "It is now officially, Saturday. So you need to sleep."

Jenny turned over off of Tim so she was facing away from him. He took the hint and rolled over, pulling her in closer to him and draping an arm over her waist.

Their breathing aligned, and as Jenny slipped into dreamland, her only thought was what this would feel like if it was Steve.

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It had been hours since Fred set out on his mission, but he had yet to find exactly what he was looking for. Hopper had conveniently disappeared again, leaving Deputy Dean to handle the dealings for the rest of the day when he had wanted to be out searching for answers.

It was now coming upon dawn, but he was determined to investigate the pumpkin fields at prime feeding time, hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever had been hunting the crops and animals.

"Son of a bitch."

Fred pulled up next to Hopper's truck in Merrill's pumpkin patch, slamming his door as he got out and walked over to it. He placed his hands on his hips and shook his head. He couldn't get his head around it. Was Hopper doing all of this? If not, how has he been so closely connected to Hawkin's strange happenings two years in a row?

His contemplation was interrupted when a large 'BANG!' and the appearance of blinding lights came speeding towards him from behind.

Fred pulled his gun out and pointed it towards the sound, but the closer it got, the more clearly he could hear people screaming from the inside. He dived out of the way as a car came to an aggressive halt just before the bumper crashed into the back of Hopper's car.