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CHAPTER ONE - TAPE A

Welcome to Hawkins

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Katrina knew many things. She knew her favourite song, her favourite artist. She knew the path that led to her house. What store to get the best deals in. She knew her hometown. So when her father's shit box of a car drove down an unfamiliar Hawkins sign she knew that she did not know this place.

The road trip to Hawkins, Indiana had been extremely long and exhausting, between her father arguing with her about how she couldn't fuck up this place and that she needed to be normal for once she knew one thing was for sure Katrina hated, loathed, her father.

Her mother had died when she was 10, she'd passed away that's all she'd been told. Her father wouldn't discuss the details leaving kat to her imagination that her mother had INFACT not died but rather was out living her dreams. Katrina would much rather that she was out living, having escaped her father's cold and bitter personality than having her only liberty be death. Kats father hiding the truth only reinforced his controlling character, unfortunately one she was used to. And ultimately one she was stuck with.

"Kitty Kat." Her fathers nickname called, while most children would have favoured a bonded nickname to their parent, Katrina despised hers. she knew the only purpose of it was to be condescending. "Yes dad" she replied rather quickly used to her father's pestering. "When we get to the new house, I need to warn you of something" Katrina felt her brows scrunching in confusion. "Warn me of what?" She could only reply.

"Alice is meeting us there, we've decided to become serious and we both agreed this move would be a great start to do so."

Alice mossrow, my dad's 'girlfriend'. A woman whose age could easily be passed as an older sister of Katrina rather than a step mother. The woman who constantly tried to encourage Katrina to change things about herself. 'What a pitty your hairs brown. You would look so much better as a blonde' 'really, you're going to eat that? Explains alot' 'you should smile more, might help you get a boyfriend little miss loner'

Katrina like her father also despised his girlfriend, they were two peas in a pod when it came to bullying her. They would often make her feel isolated and uncomfortable. But ultimately they did it because she deserved it. She could do a lot more than she does. She is like her father reminds her 'utterly useless'.

"That's fine" it was not fine. Katrina did not want to see let alone live with the two. "Just fine?" Her dad asked the shift in atmosphere moving to one a little more intense then she would have preferred. "Have a little more excitement, such a bitch just like your mother was" Katrina decided in that moment arguing with her father would be like brining a knife to a gunfight. Absolutely fucking useless. So in response she decided to stare out the window and take in her new 'home'.

House after house. Kids on bikes, she almost caught herself smiling at a group of five kids biking. Jesus that kid needs a haircut, she thought as the car passed a kid with the curliest hair and toothiest grin she'd seen. But she felt compelled to try here. To be normal and to fit in. She just hoped she could successfully achieve that.

As the car pulled into the driveway of her new house, she saw the red Toyota already parked outside, Alice, she thought. "You getting out the car or what? This shit won't move itself kitty kat" her father broke the silence clearly unbothered by the insult he directed at her earlier. "Coming" she replied as she opened the passenger door and began to really allow her senses to take in her surroundings.

"KENNY" Katrina looked up. Alice had come outside holding what appeared to be a large champagne bottle with two flute glasses accompanying it. "You finally made it baby. I got us a lil something to celebrate"

Katrina watched as her father graced the woman with a hug and more comfort then she had received from him in the past seventeen years. "Oh Kathy baby" she gazed up at the woman sighing in annoyance at the woman. "It's Katrina Alice" she spoke as she tried to laugh it off. Alice just rolled her eyes and turned from the girl back to her father. "Let's get this party started" she squealed in excitement.

"Yeah, lets" Katrina whispered to herself before beginning to grab the first box of her 'junk' from the car boot.

An: chapter one done!!! Also Alice is a dick and so is her dad will that change yeah probably not. I'm so excited to introduce Katrina and for you to get to knowww herrrrr

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Sometimes to be loved is to be seen.

And Katrina 'Kat' wilder had never felt seen, thus she had never felt loved. But when she's forced to leave the country she has lived in for 17 years, one she felt marginalised, invisible and unworthy in. Will she feel seen? Or will her whole world be turned upside down.....

......................... INTRODUCING ........................

Jennifer Lawrence as Katrina Wilder

Katrina [pure] wilder [untamed and free]

  "I became insane, with long lasting intervals of horrible insanity"

-Edgar Allen Poe

Joe Keery as Steve 'the hair' Harrington

"The obvious things are not what people observe...or...don't observe"

Co staring

-the remaining of the stranger things cast-

DISCLAIMER - I own Katrina wilder only, the rest of the credit goes to the duffer brothers and the amazing people who helped write the show!

CONTENT WARNINGS: discussion of hard mental health issues- eating disorders, depression, suicidal thoughts and tendencies, self harm. Abuse, anxiety, VIOLENCE, SWEARING AND POSSIBLY SEXUAL CONTENT.

Viewer discretion is advised.

Without further ado.....

Welcome to Hawkins

YOU CAN FIND CHAPTER ONE-

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Trainer Eric x abnegation reader

-CW: jaw dropping very very SMUTTY SMUT MDNI

- degrading, control, dom/sub, virgin, slight breeding kink,

“Fuck” I Shriek as my hand makes a crunch. I’d punched the bag in a fit of rage..another initiate had been taking the piss out of me all morning. Him being a dauntless born made him think he had the right too speak on his personal opinions of me out into the open.

“Initiate” I hear a sturn voice say. I’d recognise the consumed condescending tone anywhere. Eric. “You are supposed to punch the bag, not break your hand” he says as he walks over to me grabbing it. Before I even have the chance to register he’s picked up my hand to his face scrutinising every little detail. “Four. I’m taking the stiff to the infirmary, don’t kill anyone..or do I don’t care.” Four nods as he goes back to helping another abnegation initiate with long blonde hair, I think her names tris?

“I don’t need a lap dog to go to the infirmary” I speak up as we trail through dauntless’s dark corridors. “What did you say initiate?” Eric’s voice matched his demeanour cold and angry. My breath hitches, I hadn’t ATUALLY ment to speak that out loud. “I know where the infirmary is I can take myself, I’m not a fragile co depended doll.” I try to keep my composure in the best most professional way. Thankful that Eric cannot hear my heartbeat, as it’s going quicker and quicker each passing second. I wait for a reply, but I don’t receive one. Instead Eric grabs my waist and pushes me over his solider. I kick him immediately. “Eric. Put me down you motherfucker” he says nothing as he starts walking somewhere completely in the opposite direction of the infirmary. Moments pass and Eric arrives at what seems to be his.. apartment?

“It seems to me stiff, that you are fragile” he says placing me down against a wall. “So fragile that I’ve managed to carry you into my apartment without any problem.”

“Why am I here douche bag” I spit at him. “Don’t fucking speak to me that way” he says and he grabs my jaw forcing me to look at him. “Stiff, I will break you. I will turn you into nothing but a mess. You won’t be dependent after your through with me.” He firmly says his hand on my jaw firm our eyes connected. I scoff “I’d like to see you try” Eric immediately loosens his grip on my jaw and replaces his hand with his lips placing kisses on my jaw. “Eric..” I say shocked. “I told you stiff, don’t mess with me. I’ll break you.”

He kisses up my jaw forcing a moan to break from my lips. He seals my lips with his own kiss my lips lustfully. He breaks away. “Tell me you want this stiff,that you want me to break you, to leave you dependent and a mess” he starts to needing kisses down my neck. My neck tilts back in pleasure my head resting against the wall. “Come on stiff, tell me.”he repeats “Please Eric” I shudder. “Please Eric what” he stops. Completely he steps back and stares at me. “Please break me.” Just like that he slams into me picking me up and moving me to his bed. I moan as his hands begin to explore my sides. His tongue meeting mine. I try to place my hands on the side of his face. In one move he pulls them above me pinning them in place. “I’m in charge here. Not you. Understand?” I nod “use your words when your taking to me slut” the name catches me off guard, “yes, sir” I see as his breath hitches and his pupils dilate at the nickname. “And here I was thinking you’d be a boring fuck. You know since the first day of initiation I’ve wanted to put you in your place stiff, I’ve been curious as to what else that pretty little mouth of yours can do. What noises it makes is what kept me up at night, the idea had me crumbled. Had me resorting to mindless fucks had me imagining that it was your tight pussy I was fucking rather than some other bitch.” As he says this utter filth he starts to pull down my trousers. “I didn’t take you as a matching set girl” he says as he examines my lacy black pants. His eyes searching for the matching bra as he strips my shirt from me. “Fuck stiff, look at you. All mine. All of you.” I moan as he begins to place kisses on my stomach as he trails further down. “This is your last warning stiff if I go any further I won’t be able to stop myself” “I’m yours Eric. Treat me like it” like a code word had been spoken Eric stops of his shirt revealing abs sculpted by the Greek gods themselves. “Like what you see stiff? Your drooling” I roll my eyes. “Roll your fucking eyes at me again stiff and I’ll give you a real reason to” I gasp, shocked. His head hovers at my undergarments. He places soft kisses through the thin black fabric. I moan at the sensation. “So fucking wet for me, huh stiff I can taste it through your underwear, such a whore.” I stutter a reply then giving up, I was to indulge in the feeling of need my body wanted. Eric pulls the black lace down my legs, taking the cloth and placing them into his cargos pocket. “Eric!” I state. “For later” he says as he winks at me. Before I can protest his actions stop me, he drags his tongue in a straight line down my soaking cunt, a pitch that I wasn’t sure I was capable of making slipped out. Eric’s tounge starts painting my cunt, I’m left to whispers of the word fuck and whines. “You taste fucking amazing” I moan in reply to Eric’s words. My hands find his hair as he eats me like a starving man. I’d never been able to achieve this level of pleasure on my own. I was so close. “Eric, fuck I’m gonna cum” he stops. I whimper annoyed that I’m losing my high. “You cum when I say you can cum, understand?” I nod my head “atta girl” rather than returning to his previous activity he strips himself of his cargos. I watch as he begins to remove his boxers and obvious sight of his own sex in need of his own release. Why he strips I squeeze my thighs together not wanting to lose my high. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing. That desperate huh. You need my cock that bad?” I nod “please Eric, please fuck me” Eric removes his last barrier taking his large sex in his hand and pumping it in preparation. His visible precum leaking from the tip. He lines himself up with my cunt as he takes one of his hands and uses it to hold onto both my arms still sure I was in place. “The safe word is condor. Understand?” “Yes”