BOY meets GIRL.
BOY hurts GIRL.
BOY loves GIRL?

THE TYCHO NAME WAS CURSED. A family formed through money and power has had a long line of intertwined involvement with numerous tragedies that most would say were freaks of nature. Everyone in Hawkins knew them more by the subtle impact of philanthropy the family used to resolve their mysterious reputation. Myths spiral that have been told among the close-knit community in the small town of Indiana. If the trees could talk, the wooded area would have a thing or two to say about the legacy they have left, as an imprinted tattoo received on impulse rather than meaning.

With the heir to the Tycho name being a Harvard student who would rather spend her days in Boston, far from the conservative confines of endless farmland and trees. Her words of regard to her family told through a landline, maybe if they are lucky ink written words on a crisps piece of printing paper. Instead, the town's eyes turned to the Spare, the poster child of perfection and rumored to be the next Miss Indiana with her priceless beauty compared to one of the glamor seen in the 50s.

Her skin was pearly white, similar to the marble slab on the Tycho's kitchen island. The show-stopping centerpiece of the most lavish lifestyle lawyer money in such a curt area could buy. A bold representation of eyes so mesmerizing hiding the endless array of deaths she has encountered in one lifetime, complementing her allure to the old friend every few years, finds its way to knock on her door.

INGRID LACY TYCHO was a conundrum in the family timeline. Comparably, many saw a bright future unfolding before their eyes when thinking of the girl. She held a genuine smile when walking the halls of Hawkins High School and never failed to be America's dream. Little did the average naked eye know that the twinkle in her eyes was her screaming out in fear of being the girl who would eventually subdue to tragedy.

DEC 1984 was a month of great sorrow when a phone call that was mere seconds loomed over the household like a dense fog on an early winter drive. Her eyes focused on the now melted Ben and Jerry's dripping from the carton onto her white carpet like a countdown to what was in store for the coming year. Every ragged breath she took reminded her of the night before the last bit of life her brother had left all wounds in his old Notre Dame Sweater he let her borrow when he came to visit.

His cologne was still fresh with light and airy notes of mandarin, something to reflect the comfort he brought when her day was filled with the darkest blue clouds that loomed with the threat of a storm in the distance. She couldn't bear to look down at it with the sleeves stained with the tears she had yet to run out of and the snot-covered sleeves that were repetitively used when talking to the authorities hours earlier.

Catching sight of herself in the mirror, her features lacked their doll-like qualities of soft and inviting undertones and were instead hazed over with puffy red cheeks. She thought about taking a shower, washing off the night as she scrubbed her skin raw, but she didn't have the energy.

A clatter came from outside her window, opened slightly ajar from a habit she picked up from wanting to hear the soft sounds from the forest behind her house.

STEVE HARRINGTON was coming back to his house, probably hungover and having a walk of shame from a party the night before. He broke up with his girlfriend of the year last month, and rumor has it he found her and Jonathan Wheeler at some motel outside of Hawkins after getting in a tut-on-tut with Billy Hartgrove. Yet, he and Nancy Wheeler were on supposed good terms.

He looked back at her, bags situated under his eyes, a frown upon his face, and an unfortunate frown looming over his lips. A shiner was forming around his eye, hazed over with defeat and discord. He must have sensed that she was staring as he hurried back and forth in his room.

The moment he looked at her, she knew her appearance was the first thing he took in. She knew the concern he felt was surface level, almost pitiful. He walked closer, standing in front of his window and opening it up, knowing hers was ajar. He looked over to the street, seeing the numerous police cars parked out in front of their houses. Before he could look back, she turned away.

There was no sympathy she saw from the brown-eyed boy living next door, let alone his knowing stare of surface-level understanding of what she was going through. Suppose he knew what happened at all. She quickly got up, slamming her window shut, and drew the curtains. Her frail body crawled into the comforts of her bed, letting her tears hit her satin pillowcase before she closed her eyes, praying sleep would never come her way.

-index-

ACT I - HARD FEELINGS

accept you've made mistakes

ACT II - LOVELESS

'just friends' don't look at each other like that

ACT III - VALENTINE

squeeze my hand three times, baby, tell me it's alright

¡warnings!
talk of sensitive topics, language, gore,
assault, depression, death, drugs, cheating,
racism, underaged drinking, sexual content (no smut),
pregnancy, s1 steve harrington slander, homophobia, hawkins jocks, teen gossip, idiots in love,
feminine rage

hello my beautiful people,

i'm back! with a stunning new story lined up for you. this plot follows stranger things, seasons 3,4, and 5, but with my twist on steve harrington's life. i don't think we get enough of him in stranger things, so why not do him justice by adding a woman who can keep him on his himbo toes, by any means, he is ken at heart.

ingrid is probably one of my favorite characters i've ever written, with depth and a poetic aspect to her story i've enjoyed exploring. updates will be a little slow because i am in school, but as soon as may hits, i will be rolling in the chapters, don't you worry. The next part will come out monday next week but after that there is no solid publish date for the next.

please be kind and patient with me. There will be no tolerance for hate of any kind.

thank you so so much for those who asked for dedications and i tagged a few writers who have been nothing but wonderful on this app. hope you enjoy this teaser of what is to come.

love you lots,
Laney;)

edited: i had to change the face claim, and i didn't feel comfortable using my old one. i have also recasted will and murray in light of what has been happening in gaza.

dts

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