Two years?! (Stranger Things) · Y/n story by @sethbearboo

The Creel house was never quiet. Even now, with the vines dead and curling on the floor like scorched spider legs, the wood groaned. Settled. Remembered.

Billy Hargrove

holding you upright, one hand firm on your shoulder Easy. Easy. Don't try to move too fast.

His voice was rough. Familiar. But wrong. Because Billy Hargrove was dead. You watched him die. You watched his eyes go white and his bones crack and the flesh—

Billy Hargrove

snaps fingers in front of your face Hey. You with me, princess?

Eddie Munson

from across the room, supporting Mike against his side She better be, man, because I am NOT carrying both of you out of here.

Behind you, someone groaned. Steve. His fingers twitching against the floorboards. Then Nancy. A cough. Jonathan. A gasp. One by one, they were coming back.

Billy Hargrove

jaw tight, eyes scanning you You look like shit. But you're breathing. That's something.