Stranger Things with reader insert
Steve Harrington × reader(17 year old)
Arlo Harrington(OC) × reader(13 year old)
Season - 1 - completed ✅️
Season - 2 - completed✅️
This book is written from the perspectives of two readers: a 13-year-old and a 17...
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"Dart for short."
Y/N POV:
"The case of Phineas Gage is one of the great medical curiosities of all time," Mr. Clarke presented, gesturing to the diagram of a skull in front of him. He drew a line through the skull and began to speak.
"A large iron rod was driven completely through his head. Phineas miraculously survived. Physically, he seemed fine. But his injury resulted in a complete change of personality. So much so that friends who knew him started referring to him as 'no longer Gage.' At the time, this was known as the American Crowbar Case. Although it wasn't a-"
Before Mr. Clarke could finish, Dustin burst into the classroom.
"I am so sorry, Mr. Clarke," Dustin panted. "Really, I'm so sorry. Please continue with the class. Don't mind me." He quickly settled into an empty seat and grabbed his books.
After Dustin settled in, he turned to us while Mr. Clarke continued teaching. "We have to meet. All of us. At lunch, AV club," he whispered urgently.
"Why?" Mike whispered back.
"I have something that you won't believe," Dustin replied, and we all nodded, returning our attention to Mr. Clarke. Only Dustin turned around and started whispering loudly to Max at the back of the class. "AV club. Lunch!"
"Dustin!" Mr. Clarke exclaimed.
"Yes, my lord?" Dustin replied, trying to play it off casually.
"Would you care to join the class now?" Mr. Clarke questioned.
"Please, yes, continue," Dustin replied.
"The case of Phineas Gage," Mr. Clarke sighed. "Page 104. Focus."
"Focusing," Dustin mumbled before turning to Max and said to her to come to AV club.
* * *
We all peered into the trap and saw a small creature, about the size of a tadpole, looking slimy and peculiar.
"His name is d'Artagnan," Dustin said proudly.
"Look," he continued, reaching into the trap and holding the creature in his hands. "Cute, right?"
"D'Artagnan?" Mike questioned.
"Dart for short," Dustin answered.
"And he was in your trash?" Max asked him raising an eyebrows.
"Foraging for food," Dustin replied then asked us, "You wanna hold him?".
"No," Max instantly replied, taking a slight step away from the table.
"He doesn't bite," Dustin argued, moving his hands with Dart on them towards Max. She shook her head, but Dustin ignored her and slid Dart onto her hands.
"Oh god, he's slimy!" Max exclaimed, quickly passing Dart to Lucas.
"He's like a living booger!" Lucas exclaimed, passing Dart over the table to Will.
"Ugh, oh god!" Will exclaimed, passing Dart to me.
"Yuck," I murmured, passing it to Arlo. He looked at it with a disgusted face before passing it to Mike.
Mike didn't hesitate; instead, he studied Dart intently.
"What is he?" Arlo asked, taking a deep breath.
"My question exactly," Dustin smirked.
Dustin grabbed a few books from his bag, while Lucas used the wire from a lamp to fashion a small circle cage for Dart.
"At first, I thought it was some type of pollywog," Dustin said, flipping through the notes he had written.
Max had no idea what he meant. "Pollywog?"
"It's another word for tadpole," Dustin explained, and Max nodded in understanding. But Dustin ignored her nod and continued to explain. "A tadpole is the larval stage of a toad-"
"I know what a tadpole is," Max interrupted.
"Alright, you know that most tadpoles are aquatic, right? Well, Dart, he isn't. He doesn't need water," Dustin explained.
"Yeah, but aren't there non-aquatic pollywogs?" Lucas questioned.
"Terrestrial pollywogs? Yep. Two, to be exact. Indiana semipalmata and he adenomera andreae. One's from India, the other from South America. So how did one end up in my trash?" Dustin asked.
"Maybe some scientists brought it here and it escaped?" Max suggested.
"Do you guys see that?" Arlo questioned, looking at Dart. "Looks like something is moving inside of it."
We all looked down at Dart, and Arlo was right. Near the back of Dart, right in front of its tail, it seemed as if something was moving inside. Mike lowered the lamp for a better look, but Dart shrieked and started to scuttle away from the light. Thankfully, Dustin managed to catch Dart and stroked it back to calm down.
"And there's another thing. Reptiles, they're cold-blooded. Ectothermic, right? They love heat, the sun. Dart hates it. It hurts him," Dustin explained.
"So if he's not a pollywog or a reptile-" Lucas started.
"Then I've discovered a new species," Dustin finished, stroking Dart.
As we all grabbed our bags and strolled down the hallway to our next class.
"We should show him to Mr. Clarke," Lucas suggested.
"No way, what if he steals my discovery?" Dustin pondered.
"He's not going to steal your discovery," Arlo assured him.
"You know, I'm thinking about calling it Dustonious pollywogus," Dustin mused, then turned to Max and asked, "What do you think?"
"I think you're an idiot," Max bluntly replied.
"When I become rich and famous for this one day, don't come crawling back, saying, 'Oh, my God, Dustin, I'm so sorry for being mean to you back in 8th grade. Oh, my God,'" Dustin teased.
"Don't worry about that, Dustin. We're not planning on doing that," I reassured him.
* * *
After class at the end of the day, Arlo, Mike, and I walked up to Will's locker.
"Will, you coming? Let's go show Mr. Clarke," Mike asked.
Will remained silent as he grabbed his bag, then walked up to us.
"What?" Arlo questioned.
"It's about d'Artagnan," Will whispered.
The next minute, we four were running down the hallway to Mr. Clarke's classroom to stop Dustin.
As we arrived, Dustin was on the verge of opening the trap to reveal Dart.
"STOP!" I shouted.
Mike dashed up to the trap, his words tumbling out in a rush. "I'm really sorry, Mr. Clarke. It was a stupid prank."
"What the hell are you doing?!" Dustin demanded, confusion etched on Mr. Clarke's face.
"We told them to stop," Arlo said. "We need to go. Right now. RIGHT NOW!!!" Arlo urged as we all followed him.
