UNDER EDITING [TRANSMIGRATED INSIDE STRANGER THINGS] Old title: FEARLESS New title: I REBORN IN STRANGER THINGS Jennifer's favorite show had always been Stranger Things. After leaving the special forces-when life lost its direction and the nights felt too long-that show became her escape. Somehow, she related to it: the chaos, the fight, the broken people trying to hold their world together. And especially one character: Billy Hargrove. His ending felt wrong. Unfair. He deserved better. So one night, after finishing the final season again, she fell asleep... only to never wake up in her own bed. When her eyes opened, everything was different. The room. The air. The smell. Somewhere deep in her chest, an absurd thought sparked-followed by an even stronger urge to slap someone. What the hell-where did my soul go?! She blinked, scanning the unfamiliar walls. Who would have thought that the person she only admired through a screen would suddenly pay attention to her? Out of all people, it had to be Billy Hargrove. Will she be able to change fate? To save the world? To save the love of her life? Fuck it. She'll do everything to change it. [Billy Hargrove x Female OC] [Stranger Things]

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

Elias Stack Moore moves through the world like a ghost in plain sight-calm, composed, and far too old for the age written on his skin.His presence isn't just heavy-it's unnatural. There's a gravity to him, a silence. Hundred and eighteen years echo in his presence, and with them comes something no one dares to name. Haven Johnson, a young photographer with restless ambition, sees him-not just with her lens, but in the space between reality and something far stranger. She's chasing light, chasing truth, but Elias casts a shadow she can't quite outrun. We live like no one's watching-but what if someone is? What if love and danger wear the same face? In the stillness of night and the click of a shutter, truths will be exposed. But some truths are better left buried. Some shadows aren't just looking-they're waiting.

93 years ago, Elias "Stack" Moore saw the sun and his brother for the last time.. but many things have changed since then. Michael B. Jordan fanfiction. Copyright © MILLIONMATIC 2025/2026 Mature Content

Katie is a psychologist for criminals, and is very good at her job. But what happens when she is faced with a new challenge that is Jason McCann, America's most wanted criminal, who's finally arrested? Can she change him, or will he change her? Cover by @Ma_Raa *Currently Editing*