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Ranged • 00: Prologue
After Hell brought Horror to the Heartland, America’s dirt roads and open woods began to fall to rot and ruin. To prevent further inter dimensional slips, the government dispatched several workers, such as yourselves, to travel the country saving small communities.
Pairing: special agent!Steve Harrington x special agent!Reader
Wordcount: 922 - This fic is episodic.
Warnings: very slowburn, coworkers to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort, canon-typical violence, canon-typical gore, weapons, fighting, murder, viruses, decay, monsters *This chapter contains mentions of animal harm, blood, and vomit/nausea.
This blog is 18+ only. I do not give permission for any of my fics to be duplicated, reposted, or put into AI. Thank you!
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Moodboard • Episode 01: Firetower
Blood shone in thick, dark splatters across a freckled cheekbone. It stuck his hair to his ear and his collar to his throat. It stained a shoulder. You watched it glimmer under street lamps, watched the clench of his knuckles around the steering wheel, watched the bob of his Adam’s apple as he avoided your gaze.
There was no point saying it anymore, the words exhausted their meaning a year ago, but it was true nonetheless. You can’t save everyone. You both knew it. It didn’t hurt less.
You mopped at the blood splatter on your own cheeks with a spare t-shirt to flirt a discount out of the motel attendant. He slid you a key on a novelty ring while Steve parked on the far side of the lot.
You’d set the phone on its receiver by the time he exited the shower. You rinsed bloody clothes in the sink and brushed your teeth and slipped into an oversized t-shirt. You couldn’t remember who it belonged to. Maybe you’d picked it up at a thrift store along the way.
“Owens?” He asked, voice gruff, eyes red. A claw mark dug into the flesh of his cheek, to the bone.
You reached into your duffle for the first aid kit to procure ointment and a butterfly bandage. “Sit.”
He sighed, but did as instructed, towel falling to his shoulder. He winced as you patted ointment into his wound. “Did he say where to go next?”
You nodded, pressing his flesh together until it wrinkled near his eye. “Small town in Western Montana. Locals think it’s the water supply. Park ranger called it in.”
“How far?”
“Eight hours.” You zipped the kit closed and wedged it back into your bag.
“Okay,” he muttered, tossing his towel into a corner near the sink. He stretched sore muscles with a groan, and you watched the bruise on his ribs bloom in greens and browns. The swelling was down significantly from two days earlier. “We’ll leave first thing.”
He meant first light. You glanced out a fogged window at the glow of street lamps. The vacancy sign buzzed bright red. The sky remained dark just beyond.
“Okay.” You sighed and toed under linens that had yellowed years ago.
Steve triple checked the lock and toted his bat from the nook near the front door to his bedside. Then, he pulled his lighter from his pants pocket and shook it to his ear. By the look on his face, it needed a refill. He placed it to the bedside table between you, just beside the Bible.
“Are you okay?” He’d asked it four times already, a compulsion you’d learned to ignore.
“Yes.” You knew better than to reciprocate, knew he wouldn’t answer you anyway. You had minimal sleep hours left. It wasn’t worth the fight. You can’t save everyone.
“I’m going to turn the light out.” He warned, sliding himself into his own double bed. A large hand reached beneath an orange lampshade and the room went dark.
The darkness was spotted orange and blue, and you fought back the images of Steve’s fists meeting and elderly man’s face. You fought back the screams that rang in your ears, the copper taste on your tongue, and that pang that lay permanent in your nostrils.
Steve shifted in his bed, springs groaning beneath his weight, and you honed in on him instead. Every night, you fell asleep to the steady in and out of his breath, the comfort of him an arm’s length away.
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The ranger’s uniform matched the coffee and cream in your styrofoam cup. The confusion knit between his brows matched those of dozens of local law enforcement across this country over the last year. You flashed you badges and asked him to take a seat, and hours later you were holding your hand over your nose to mask the smell of decay.
The corners of Steve’s mouth pulled upwards in a grim apology, sipping his own coffee.
A room full of National Guardsmen looked aghast. There was no guarantee a burn of that size could stay contained. Half of the state could be up in flames by the end of the week.
“Better than the alternative.” You promised.
The Spread started on a cattle ranch north of town, the herd dwindling as calves and heifers slipped into cracks and broke legs and necks. A large crevasse rotted through a patch in the back forty, splitting the land down the middle from government land near to the rancher’s estate.
On the back side, it seeped into the river. Trees were downed and turned to mush and rot. Where once sat a hunting perch, now folded into a vat in the ground.
The Ranger had taken you up by four-wheeler, an excursion neither of you had been prepared for in slacks and blazers. You supposed those were hazards of the job though, wading through the remnants of a hillside in nylon stockings.
Steve rolled the cuffs of his sleeves up past his elbows to dive into the meat of a fallen tree. It came back green and gooey, but nothing had nest inside. Not yet, at least.
“You called just in time,” he wiped his hand on his pant leg and you dry heaved a little.
“So this… virus,” the Ranger gestured to the pocket of melted flesh, root to branch, “it can infect humans too?”
“If it festers too long,” you nodded.
“And what might that look like?” He asked like he already knew the answer.
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[A/N: Here she is. These two have been my new best friends lately, the one thing I've written that actually stuck because it felt good. Let's hope it stays that way so I can keep riding this train. I don't know how often I'll update this, but it'll be on-going. I'd love to write blurbs, and I have a few episode locations/monsters in mind.
I'd really appreciate it if you reblogged and/or left me a comment. Or if you're more inclined, head to my Ao3 and leave me a comment there. It'd really mean the whole world. xoxoxo]
#stranger things#steve harrington#steve harrington fic#stranger things fic#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington angst#steve harrington hurt/comfort#steve harrington slowburn#amanda's wips#wip fic#ranged fic
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allegory of gratitude
#I’ve been drawing a lot lately so taking advantage to work my way thru 1million wips#saw#amanda young#saw movies#dbd#dead by deadlight#saw franchise#art tag
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I miss BAF legacy
#damien haas#shayne topp#chanse mccrary#angela giarratana#amanda lehan canto#smosh characters#smosh fanart#smosh#baf legacy#my art#the end of 2 months wip
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Something something blah blah blah good ending :)
#amanda young#adam stanheight#saw#The second one is a big WIP that idk if I'll finish but I'm happy with..#myart
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Hoffstrahm WIP im like, never finishing cause im lazy af
Fun Fact! i colored this while drunk!
#coffinshipping#THEY BOTH FITTED IN THE GLASS COFFIN#mark hoffman#hoffstrahm#peter strahm#saw#saw franchise#saw v#saw vi#john kramer#glass coffin#amanda saw#illustration#my art#sketch#CSP#digital art#WIP#digital artist#scott patterson
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totally not dead. just busy and uninspired. < 3
have a mandy wip that im making for my playlist.
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amamda :)
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BONK!! BONK!! BONK!!
Some saw sillies, reblog to bonk Hoffmans head
#the real reason why new apprentices keep poping up.. john cant fucking stand his kid#saw#saw movies#adam faulkner stanheight#adam stanheight#lawrence gordon#amanda young#john kramer#mark hoffman#art#my art#semi finishing my wips and dumping them out my house like trash#be free#sawposting
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the way this is the actual plot of my wip fic how do they do this....
#sweet amangela wip update: its long and now its getting longer#amangela wip#amangela#amangela fic#smosh rpf#amanda lehan canto#angela giarratana#smosh
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Ranged • Masterlist
After Hell brought Horror to the Heartland, America’s dirt roads and open woods began to fall to rot and ruin. To prevent further inter dimensional slips, the government dispatched several workers, such as yourselves, to travel the country saving small communities.
Pairing: special agent!Steve Harrington x special agent!Reader
Wordcount: TBD - This fic is on-going, some long chapters, some blurbs. Think of it as a serial, episodic.
Warnings: very slowburn, coworkers to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort, canon-typical violence, canon-typical gore, weapons, fighting, murder, viruses, decay, monsters *See individual chapters for warnings.
I will be updating this fic whenever I feel like it.
This blog is 18+ only. I do not give permission for any of my fics to be duplicated, reposted, or put into AI. Thank you!
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Moodboard • WIP Wednesday
Episodes:
00: Prologue - Western Montana
01: Firetower - Cascades
02: Home [Coming Soon]
Blurbs:
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[Author's Note: This is my little answer to X-Files or Supernatural but in the Stranger Things universe. Think of each episode as like a monster-of-the-week, where Steve and his partner jet off to various areas of the US to stop the Spread of rot and kill demo-beasts. Thanks, as always, for reading. xo]
#stranger things fic#steve harrington fic#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington angst#steve harrington hurt/comfort#stranger things#steve harrington#wip fic#amanda's wips#ranged fic
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saw doodlez + an amanda wip XP
#digital art#art#art wip#saw franchise#saw#saw 2004#adam faulkner stanheight#amanda young#trad art#sketch#jigsaw#reverse bear trap#chainshipping
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forgor to post this mandy wip
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#this is one of four pages#BUT I GOT STUCK AND FOR SOME REASON I CANT GET ME TO CONTINUE THE OTHERS#IM DOING A BUNCH OF OTHERS RNM DRAWINGS SO I DONT KNOW WHEN I WILL#ILL DELETE THIS WIP WHEN I FINISH ALL THE OTHERS SO IN WEEKS IF I DO#THIS IS JUST FANART OF SOMETHING AMANDA WROTE#in that they are seeing a memory of morty from years ago when he enjoyed going across the universe (ALL AMANDAS IDEAS I CLEAR UP#role swap#rick and morty#art tag#I GUESS
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wip wednesday / tease tuesday ~
HI it's been a minute since i posted one of these (or been on here) i'd love to blame my job but it is unfortunately seasonal depression beginning! yay!
anyway here's a little silliness from my 5+1 fic <3
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“How’s Buck?” May asks with a smirk on her face.
Eddie jumps at the sudden presence in the doorway, his phone nearly flying out of his hand. He still wasn’t used to working a desk job, and was still getting used to everything it entailed. Mediocre coffee, one-ply toilet paper (sociopaths), and people (May and Linda) barging into his office every twenty minutes or so to ask questions that could very easily be sent through that weird Microsoft app that IT installed on his computer against his will a few weeks.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.” She says sweetly, but her knowing smirk still hasn’t faded.
“You said that yesterday. And the day before.” Eddie points out, unable to stop himself from glancing down at his phone. Again.
“You never answered my question.” She makes her way into the office, leaning against his desk as she tries to sneak a glance at his phone, which Eddie promptly clicks off as soon as she’s close enough to be able to read anything.
Eddie rolls his eyes and tosses his phone onto his desk. “That was Carla.” He says a little too confidently.
“Is that why Bobby just called me and told me to come in here and ask you politely to stop texting Buck because he’s behind on chores?" She asks innocently, glancing at Eddie's phone which right on cue, lights up with another message from Buck.
Eddie crosses his arms over his chest. "You call this polite?"
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im SO excited to see more of this game, if it continues to update
#amanda the adventurer#ata#ata amanda#art#digital art#artist#sketch#wip#work in progress#horror#indie games#i fuckin dig this game
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