𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫
"What's you're type!"
"I'm not really picky"
"Blood type!"
"Oh. Red"
Stranger Things Male Oc Fanfiction
Male Oc x Various
My boys a MESS™️
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( warning!: LSD usage as well as weed/hash/pot )
WEDNESDAY RENTON WAS A FUCKING DISASTER. Everyone, including himself, knew this. He knew he could barely do basic maths, cause fuck that shit, and he also knew that he was probably going to die before his 30th birthday. He knew he looked sickly. Skin more grey than the normal healthy peach with sunken in and tired eyes. He was all gangly, bony, limbs and no muscle.
"You're a fucking wreck"
"Love you too, mate"
The blonde was lying spread eagle across they school gym floor, sweat staining his grey PE uniform shirt, while his eyes were closed to the world around him. Each breath was short and wheezy. His annoyingly short gym bottoms bunched around his bony thighs and twisted on his hips as Wednesday rolled onto his stomach. He groaned with the effort. Slowly, he raised his hand to rub the red mark in the centre of his forehead.
Tommy H had nailed him in the head with the soccer ball and it had instantly sent him sailing towards the ground as gracefully as a pile of bricks. Mark, the cheeky bastard, had stood and laughed as he watched his friend plummet. Wednesday couldn't blame him though, he knew he would be cackling like a hyena if the roles were switched.
Said boy nudged Wednesday sharply in the thigh with the tip of his sneaker.
"C'mon, get up!" Mark huffed as he nudged his friend again "Gyms over and we got history next so get the fuck up. I need you for the project"
"Can you not let me die in peace?" The Scottish teen hissed as he rested his cheek against the dirty floor. He was calm for a moment as he felt his heart begin to slow down, the floor surprisingly cool against his flushed face, before he was suddenly jerked backwards.
The bespectacled teens large hands were wrapped tightly around the Renton boys right ankle as he began to drag his friend across the floor. Wednesday shrieked. He weekly kicked out at the much taller teen, his arm floundering, as Mark laughed. His grey eyes twinkled behind his glasses as he continued to drag the surprisingly light teen backwards towards the locker room.
"Let me you ,you ass!" Wednesday cried but he couldn't keep the laughter buried. It bubbled past his lips in short burst of gleefully childish giggles. His cheeks ached as his smile stretched from ear to ear, the sharp dimples standing out against his pale and stoic face.
"Stop wiggling!" Mark cried with a bark of laughter as he dragged the boy passed the coach. The older man sighed at the children who nodded at him as they passed.
"Hello" Mark chirped with a grin.
"Morning" Wednesday huffed out.
"Boys" he grumbled. The two teens laughed at the exhaustion in the mans voice before Wednesday let out a huff as Mark dropped his ankle roughly, making his toes slam against the floor. He scrambled upwards quickly and launched himself at the bleach blonde and slammed his shoulder against the other boys stomach. They both teetered for a moment. Neither of them knew if they were going to fall but it seemed luck was on their side. They were able to straighten themselves up.
