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𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬

𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 𝟷𝟽𝟺𝟿 ✎ 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑠: 𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 ✎ 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ✎ 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝟷 ✎ 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝟸 ✎ 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝟹

𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑜 = @lanalosty0uu - you should totally check out their steve x reader time travel fic here on Tumblr!

I'm currently undecided on who to pair the reader with atm lol 🌝 but that means that it's kinda up to you 🫵 :0 if you have a character you'd like for the pairing, drop a comment and if I like them or feel it fits with the story I'll use them!! but!!! I won't write poly so you've gotta pick one 😔 ik ik it's a hard choice babes I know you can do it!! can you tell I like exclamation points

“I’m heading out! I’ll be back after my comp-sci class!” you call to your friend Hannah from the door of your dorm at Hawkins Community College, waiting a moment for a sleepy response from the pile of blankets at the end of your roommate’s bed. You shut the door, not bothering to lock it because you knew Hannah had a class pretty soon anyway. You whistle down the small corridor of the singular dormitory for HCC, checking your bag for the essentials; laptop, phone, charger, wallet, keys. 

You’d never expected to end up in Hawkins. Your parents had envisioned you going to an ivy league since you were little, enrolling you in extracurriculars and tutoring as soon as you could read and write; but you didn’t really want that for yourself, you weren’t the best at school - not the worst, but you weren’t yale level, like your parents wanted. After your parents insisted you only apply for places like Harvard and MIT, it didn’t surprise you that by the end of senior year you had no college to drive off to like so many of your friends. You had scrambled to find a place at any college that would take you, scraping the barrel for empty spaces, until a college from the middle-of-nowhere-Indiana, Hawkins, accepted you and your average test scores for a computer science course.

Walking to the campus, you check your phone, giggling at the bickering of your friends on the group chat and the tiktoks Hannah sent you last night. Hawkins Community College has its own campus, but it uses the old high school building as well (a new building was made for Hawkins High in the 2000s, and the old one went out of use until the community college picked it up and refurbished it for the Arts building).

You didn’t have any arts classes, but there was a little known shortcut through the old high school building to the main college campus, and you had made the route your little ritual of the week. It calmed you to walk through the old halls and be saturated in that old school smell and oil paints, getting to see unfinished paintings hung on the walls to dry or works in progress sat against the wall. There was a corridor on the way to the shortcut that was lined with shelving units, all stuffed full with bowles and sculptures and mugs. Your favourite little ritual was to see which ceramics had been kilned, picked up, or painted each week you had your comp-sci 101 class. 

This week, the swirling set of green plates you’d been eyeing for yourself had disappeared, whisked away by their creator. In their place sat an array of little figurines, you guessed they were for a board game of some sort with their angry poses and weapons, axes and magic wands held delicately in their hands. You were entranced in the precision and detail of the mini figures, quiet admiration floating in your mind as you continued on to your class.

The shortcut was just through a door on the left, it led into a small, little used drama room that had a back entrance door to the yard of the lecture building of Hawkins College. Checking your bun in the glass of the old classroom door, you made sure your claw clip was still in place as you opened the door and–

A chorus of sound burst from the dimly lit room, a small group of high school boys sat around a table in matching black and white shirts, a boy your age with a mop of curly hair sat at the head of the table on a plush armchair. The table was filled with dice and figurines and pens and paper, you guessed it was DnD, you had a couple of friends back home who played, and you’d even sat in on a couple of sessions with them before deciding it wasn’t for you.

As soon as you were noticed, all sound stopped, their faces turning to you in surprise. “Oh my god I’m so sorry,” you said, inching past the table towards the back door, “I didn’t realise this room was being used, I’ll be out in a moment don’t worry,” you flash a sheepish grin to the hoard of teenage boys gaping at you. Insecurity bubbled in your stomach a bit, they’re like 12, you thought, snap out of it, you’re in college now! 

Nobody replied, which you thought was a bit rude, but oh well, you had a degree to earn, and you probably wouldn’t see them again anyway. You opened the back door to head to the IT building, but when you stepped outside, it felt like you were sucked into an 80s time capsule, neons and shoulder pads and straight leg jeans assaulted your eyes from every corner. Also, why were there so many teenagers? The high school was a 20 minute walk away from the college. You got a couple of odd looks from some seniors, all decked out with massive hair and even bigger earrings, you could tell some cheerleaders were judging your outfit, which, rude, you thought you looked pretty cute today. You were wearing some baggy low waist jeans with the mini Ugg boots you’d gotten for Christmas a few months earlier, as well as a baby tee with a cute cat graphic on the front. To top it all off, you’d worn your favorite jacket and some little hoop earrings.

Walking backwards, you went back into the minor safety of the inside, at least the drama room had less kids having an 80s phase. You paused once the door shut with a click, looking around confusedly at the room you hadn’t noticed when you walked through seconds prior. You were pretty sure that whiteboard wasn’t there before, the same with that rack of costumes and those desks piled in the corner. The thing that caught you off guard the most was the writing on the whiteboard. There, marked in neat red pen, was the date 10/03/1986.

The hell? 

You tried to ignore the boys sitting around the table who were obviously staring at you as you fished your phone out of your bag, checking the date, yeah, 10/03/2025. You looked up and down from your phone to the whiteboard a couple times before awkwardly walking back to the other door. You’d take the long way then. 

You opened the door before immediately closing it again. 

Hell. No. 

“You okay there, princess?” your head snapped up to meet the eyes of the guy at the head of the table. Looking at him more closely, he looked like a total 80s metal head, crazy hair and rings on each finger. You mouthed a response, not really knowing what to say, I’m stuck in an 80s revival high school, surrounded by teenagers with big hair and all of the dates on the walls say it's 1986 when last time I checked it was 2025 and I’m late to my comp-sci class and-, you get the point.

Since you figured you didn’t have anything else to lose you asked, “sorry, um- where am I?” A younger boy, you guessed a freshman, with baby fat and a mess of curls made a face at your response, “Hawkins High?” he answered with a lisp blinking at you confusedly as you panicked over the new information. How could you have gotten from your college to a building 20 minutes away?

Scratch that, what the hell was going on?

“Okay, thanks,” you say distractedly as you think of what to do next, you look back to the eldest boy, you really needed to catch his name, “Do–” you were cut off by the bell, a lethargic pickup of footsteps outside the door telling you that it was lesson time next, not the end of school.

A chorus of groans rang out in the room as the boys got up dejectedly to get to their next class. You were swept up in the wave of kids exiting the room before you could get another word in edgewise and you found yourself back in the middle of an 80s tornado as the boys dispersed to their respective classes.

The one who had sat at the head of the table leant against the wall as you stood in the middle of the corridor, marveling at the disappearance of your favorite pottery shelves, instead replaced by school lockers and wall decals with various Hawkins High memorabilia. Students swerved around you, giving you odd looks and confused faces, you were clearly in the wrong place.

When the corridor emptied and the halls quietened, the boy spoke up, “I take it you’re not from around here? I’m Eddie,” you spared him a glance before introducing yourself. Don’t get you wrong, he seemed sweet and all, but your mind was a little preoccupied to engage in small-talk.

You decided to at least leave the school, it would be really awkward if a teacher found a college student just wandering the halls, but then again, looks like we’re in the 80s now, and from what your parents had told you about growing up in the 80s, most people wouldn’t care that much about some rando in the school.

You thought it better not to test your luck. “I’m… gonna go,” you tell Eddie, not waiting for a response before beelining it back the way you came. Navigating the hallways, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of wonder at how different everything looked, how there was still art on the walls, but done by different people, there were club posters smattered around the school, basketball tryouts were next week apparently, and the walls were almost pristine compared to the paint and grime smudged college block it had become almost 40 years in the future.

You sped-walked through the front office, trying to make it seem like you weren’t not supposed to be there, and burst into the midday sun, tension melting out of your muscles immediately once you escaped the high school.

You stood there for a few minutes, wondering what to do. You didn’t want to even think the utterly stupid idea that kept prodding at your mind. Worried that if you allow yourself to question it that you’d go insane. Not that this situation wasn’t already insane.

You heard your stomach rumble. Well, food didn’t seem like such a bad start.

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𝐇𝐢! 𝐈𝐦 𝐋𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜 & 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 ☺︎

↜ 𝐦𝐞,

✎ 𝐼’𝑚 𝑎 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟

✎ 𝐼’𝑚 𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑖-𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐼’𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝐻𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝐺𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑐, 𝑹𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔𝒐𝒅𝒚

✎ 𝑀𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝒔𝒉𝒆/𝒉𝒆𝒓 

✎ 𝐼’𝑚 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡���� 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 ☺︎

✎ 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑚𝑜𝑑𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑓𝑓 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑚𝑜𝑑𝑒 ☹︎

✎ 𝐼’𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠! 

✎ 𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 - 𝑦𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑒!

✎ 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

✎ 𝒂𝒐𝟑 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒆

↜ 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬:

𝑫𝒖𝒏𝒆

𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝑮𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 

𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑷𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 

𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒚 𝑱𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒐𝒏

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒛𝒆 𝑹𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓

𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝑶𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚 

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏

↜ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞:

𝑭𝒆𝒚𝒅-𝑹𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒂

𝑪𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝑺𝒏𝒐𝒘

𝑺𝒍𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔 𝒐𝒄 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 (𝑒.𝑔. 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒐 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒖𝒚) 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔

↜ 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬,

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✎ #izzysinkQuestions - 𝐼 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 ;/

✎ #izzysinkYapping - 𝑚𝑒 𝑦𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔

✎ #izzysinkXreader - 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎��𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠

✎ 𝐼 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑏𝑦 @adornedwithlight 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑠 - 𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝐼 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝐼 𝑢��𝑒. :D