fighting monsters, putting together pieces of her complicated past, and taking down a corrupt government program all seem to be daunting tasks for seventeen-year-old, owen webb. but none of those tasks seem to be nearly as difficult as putting up with resident douchebag, steve harrington. ✯ STEVE H. X FEM!OC [ SEASON ONE ] RANKINGS: #1 in strangerthings #1 in hwangyeji #1 in stevexoc #1 in st1 #1 in strangerthingsseason1 #1 in steveharringtonxoc #1 in hawkins #1 in upsidedown #1 in strangerthingsfanfic #1 in st

"Who are you?" "002." Finding a girl in the woods isn't surprising anymore. (stranger things s2-4) (fem!oc x Steve Harrington) Season 2 ✅ Season 3 ✅ Season 4 ✅ Waiting for Season 5

━━━━━━ ❝ 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆. ❞ i think i hate you, you know that? 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆 𝖮𝖢 ( 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 2 )

it's the summer of 1985! and it's shaping up to be a hot one. with the opening of starcourt mall, it seems like things are finally looking up for owen webb and her group of friends. summer jobs, late night swims, a budding romance, and tons of ice cream. it all sounds blissfully normal. but would it even be hawkins without evil russians, the possession of billy hargrove, and a gigantic, flesh-eating monster on the loose? ☆ STEVE H. X FEM!OC [ SEASON THREE ] RANKINGS: #1 in stevexoc #1 in st3

✧･: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Jennifer Henderson hadn't been in Hawkins since Summer of 1981, now on Halloween of 1984 she's back. She excepted to be returning back to the small town where nothing happened, waiting for her mother to join her after her parents settled their divorce. She expected Hawkins to be exactly how she had left it three years ago but little did she know that there was an alternative universe and shadowy creatures waiting for her. ✧･: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ [seasons 2, 3 & 4 completed]

𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲. Sarcastic, protective, vain. All three words describe both Steve Harrington and Iris Henderson. The king and queen. Complete enemies, right? Although, they are more alike than they would like to admit. When weird, suspicious events start to occur in Hawkins, the two begin to become infamous babysitters, and heroes.

I'm boring. I know it. He's not. But he is strange. ──────୨ৎ─────୨ৎ────── Jingling the keys, whipped from my back pocket, the car heaves into life. Just barely. "This hunk o' junk your car?" he yelps over the spluttering engine, beginning to rummage through the cassettes haphazardly and lazily thrown into any-which side pocket. Unamused, I grunt as it finally starts, beginning to roll over the gravelly bumps that make up my drive-way, "Yep. Aren't I lucky?" Steve, now fully involved in snooping, whistles as he whips out a shiny looking one in shades of sapphire, a woman frantically dancing in the centre. "Cyndi Lauper?" he teases, "Really? Wow." "Stop!" I groan, laughing, trying to smack it away from him whilst keeping both eyes stamped on the dim road, "That's totally my sister's." "Oh, yeah?" he snickers, twisting away and checking the back for the track-list, before belting out "But what if girls just wanna have fu-un?"