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[honeyoru]

Too late (law x reader)

trying to practice writing one shots more in between my never-ending outlining for my WIPs.

law x reader, mentions of zoro x reader, sad boi law :( 1300+ words

“You-you what?” you shakily exclaim, looking over your shoulder to make sure neither of your crews could hear you. 

Law thinks he’s never been so open, so exposed as when he asks to speak with you, tugging you into the shadows on the Straw Hats’ ship during their party celebrating their last night as an alliance. He chooses to rip your heart out again, telling you with a deep breath that he loves you. 

Saying you’re floored would be an understatement. 

It’s logical, he thinks with clenched fists, fingernails piercing his shaking palms. I was the one who decided to break up all those months ago, after all.

You graciously moved on since then, burying the hurt you felt to joke with him again, tease him with your Captain, finally able to meet his eyes without that sorrowful, pity-filled look that told him you understood why he decided to break your heart like a coward.

He couldn’t believe he had allowed himself to grow so close to you, to share tender, intimate moments in the middle of the night, where he could drop the indifferent mask he wore around everyone else.

To fall in love with you. 

You, who he first met all those years ago during a supply run at a sleepy little island. You weren’t a pirate back then, but a doctor-in-training that thrilled him with your vast amount of medical knowledge, caring nature, and wit. It was clear to him even then that there was more for you out there than what the island could ever give you.

His crew had teased him mercilessly about the person he was attached to even weeks after they’d departed. It wasn’t until you had parted ways, promising to meet up if he ever stopped by the island again that he regretted not listening to his frail, dimly beating heart that had urged him to beg you to join his crew, the smell of your coconut-scented shampoo haunting him.

When he spotted your sweet, gentle smile on a Bounty Poster years later, he couldn’t hide the proud grin that lit up his face. Crossing paths with you seemed more feasible now that you too were on the Grand Line, and he refused miss an opportunity like this again.

And later on, the rare, public smile he displayed upon seeing you again in person promptly dropped the moment your captain slingshotted into him and started calling him ‘Traffy.’ 

Were you so desperate to leave your island that you joined the first crew who asked? He couldn’t help but think so after that initial meeting with the Straw Hats, who bickered with all the closeness of a dysfunctional family and utterly baffled him with their antics, wondering all the while how they managed to charm someone so talented and perfect like you.

It was because of you that he agreed to the alliance in the first place, ever so motivated to get revenge for Cora-san and win your heart in one fell swoop.

And when you kissed him for the first time since he had left your island in the crow’s nest of the Sunny, Law would never admit that he had gone to sleep that night smiling like that love-sick cook of yours, heart soaring at the idea that a happy ending for him was feasible.

It wasn’t until he watched your interactions with your crew over your time spent together that he realized the silly fantasy he had was never going to happen. You were too close, too bonded with the Straw Hats, to ever leave for someone like him. 

So when you confessed in the privacy of his room after months of dating that you loved him, tucked in his arms in the way that he had grown so fond of, he panicked and did what he did best to salvage the pieces of his heart that would surely shatter when you would inevitably rejected him after the alliance was over. 

He hurt you.

It was for the best, he told himself as he spewed horrible, untrue, nasty things to you that he was certain you wouldn’t excuse, even for someone you loved, refusing to acknowledge that deep down, he knew you never expected him to say the three words back anytime soon.

He accepted the harsh words and fists of your crew and moved on as much as he could, retreating back to the role of a spectator just grateful enough to bask in your orbit for a little while longer before you would part ways.

He’s drawn back to the present when you scoff in disbelief.

“Why now?” you demand, unshed tears blurring the rage in your eyes at his audacity, the wide smile you had been wearing all night nowhere to be seen. “I’m with Zoro now, Law, I’m happy,” your voice cracks.

He closes his eyes, swallowing the bile that rises at the thought of the swordsman he inadvertently pushed you towards, who looks at you like he would crawl through hell if you asked him to. “I know.”

“So why then?” You ask harshly, your arms crossed as if you’re trying to hold yourself together. “Are you trying to mess with me? To get back at me for moving on?” 

“No.” Law feels a pain splintering throughout his chest when a tear finally falls. “I just… couldn’t leave without telling you,” he mumbles.

You angrily wipe it away. “I’ve been nothing but kind and gracious to you,” you spit. “Hell, I’ve tried to act like what you said, what we had, never happened. For this alliance, for my crew, and for you so you could finally get closure for... you know.”

He can’t help but shudder at the memory of his mentor, the movement catching your eye. 

You take a deep breath and dig your fingers into your arms, forcing yourself to keep talking and not give in to the innate urge to wrap him in a hug. Law thinks he can hear a wood plank creak from where your boyfriend is no doubt eavesdropping around the corner, ready to step in if you need it. “Luffy wanted to end the alliance the minute he found out, did you know that?”

He didn’t but it isn’t surprising; the Straw Hat had given him a look so carefully blank the day after the two of you broke up that Law finally understood why the rubber man had such a dangerous reputation. 

“I know you were scared, Law, I was too,” you whisper, eyebrows furrowed. “Being loved after so much heartbreak is terrifying. But you made a decision on how our relationship would end without giving me the chance to say anything about it. And those things you said to me,” Law feels his lungs strain at the way your lip quivers in a bitter smile. “We could have made it work, you know, after the alliance was over,” your tone falls soft. “All you had to do was ask.”

It’s then with your admission that Law is utterly aware he’s made a mistake confessing to you. He thought it would give him closure, to finally admit what he didn't want to believe since he first caught your eye back on your island years ago.

Instead it was a slap in the face for you, a taunt that all of the suffering he put you through could have been avoided if he’d only been less of a coward.

You sigh, scrubbing at your eyes before looking at him with a pained expression, turning towards Zoro, who had quietly stepped forward to guide you away from him. “I hope you can find someone in the future that you can give your heart to entirely, Law,” you tell him sincerely. 

He swallows down the regret that burns his throat as he watches you and Zoro walk away. 

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[eureka-its-zico]

i LOVED the new chapter! please don't feel pressured to rush out another so soon but i can't wait to see what happens next!

I think it's a really great plot choice ( I read a previous ask you did and feel like i need to validate you lol). I was totally not expecting that but am so here for it! It's definitely Doc's character to sacrifice herself for others. This way, maybe she can find out what Nami's deal is and help her out, Zoro can be stressed when he wakes up and then we'll get a super angsty reunion!

I love how you write the characters so much, everything is paced very well and this slow burn do be burnin, thank you so much! 🤩🤩

Osiyo, my dear!!

I am so happy you loved the next chapter! I’ve been working on the new chapter in pieces and trying to have it done by this weekend but we will see lol this week is at least a chill week before new assignments start.

I’m glad you liked the plot twist that I went with! It felt like it went better with the story than what I originally had planned. It’s more dramatic. Makes Zoro suffer more too for being an asshat to Doc. He can pay for it…by listening to Sanji talk about her cupping his face during the fight 🤣🤣 jk jk….maybe.

Thank you so much for being so sweet and kind! It is always a pleasure! I try very hard to make sure this burn is burning at an achingly enjoyable pace lol. I hope you are having a wonderful week so far! Much love 🖤

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@fnlyroe thank you so much 😭 yeah I saw the likes coming in as you were reading! I’m so glad you’re liking it so far!

Also I took a quick look at your pinned and about and!! You’re writing a whole ass novel! That is riveting!!

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[honeyoru]

hi yes 911 i am once again falling into another fandom and can't get up.

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[honeyoru]

When the Stars Rise Chap. 1

Roronoa Zoro x Female! Devil fruit user! Princess! Reader & Vinsmoke Sanji x Female! Devil fruit user! Princess! Reader (we've got a love triangle ow ow)

Warnings: none for this chapter

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A/N: And into the rabbit hole we go, thanks for reading!

The gold-plated pocket watch ticked aimlessly, mocking you. 

Sighing, you placed it back inside your coat and lazily held a bottle of rum, refraining from bouncing your leg at your secluded table in the back of the Kingdom’s biggest tavern. It was a rowdy establishment, full of laughter and comradery amongst both citizens and visitors alike. 

You adjusted the hood on your head again, grateful it hid your face in the dimly lit space. However, it did little to quell your nerves that someone would recognize you. Visiting crowded places when you had such a high-stakes mission made you nervous, especially in such a popular spot like this one. 

Any local would know who you were instantly.

Your eyes were fixated on a rather tall guy who just screamed pirate. He stood at the bar, loudly sharing stories with a group of older, weathered-looking men. They weren’t subtle with their irritation, taking long pulls of rum in between eye rolls as he regaled them about the time he had fought a Devil Fruit user and lived. 

Moonbeam Kingdom had seas on all sides, open for passing ships to stop for supplies or to take an extended vacation; the tropical landscape and friendly people made for an excellent place to rest. 

It was monitored by visiting Marines only occasionally due to their deal with the King, making it a prime stopping point for pirates as well. 

Taking a long pull from your bottle, you nonchalantly looked around the raucous room, recognizing several pirates from their wanted papers that were plastered on the Marine-mandatory bulletin outside. Not that anyone paid attention to it, of course. 

You squinted at the man again, recalling the exact words your father had used to describe him.

Tall. Check.

Blue hair. You could see the slight shimmer of the hue reflecting off of the lanterns on the bar.  

A large tattoo on the right arm; a hissing black cat. Bared teeth peeked out from his tattered shirt. Bingo.

He was leaning towards the bartender, a withered old lady you’d known your entire life, bragging about his most recent conquest. The low light of the tavern made it hard to be certain, but she spared a glance to you in between polishing glasses, offering a sly nod to you that he was, indeed, the one who you had been waiting for. The hard set of her jaw made it clear what she thought of the story he was telling. 

You allowed the hint of a smile to grace your face, raising your bottle to finish the drink. 

“You want me to bring him back here…alive?” you had asked in disbelief when your father first told you of your mission over breakfast.  “He’s just a low-level pirate. Why bother?” 

“He is not welcome in this kingdom,” your father spat. It wasn’t often a person like him caught his attention, let alone someone that far down in the ranks of a pirate crew. “I’ve received word that the Black Cat Pirates attacked someone very dear to your mother.”

You raised your eyebrows.  Not many people alive were left whom she cared for, only your family and what remained of hers back in her home village. And considering you hadn’t heard of any Black Cat Pirates arriving in Moonbeam before now…  “Not in the kingdom, then?” 

“No,” a spoon smacked against the table, his hand curling into a fist. “They visited the Gecko Islands.”

An exhale was all you could reply, knowing it was a sore spot. You hadn’t heard anything about them in years since her sister had passed.

“He’s been bragging about killing a girl,” your father continued with a growl, making your heart lurch. There was only one person who that could be. “Saying his crew could do it here too, if they wanted.” 

All at once your eyes darkened. “I’m surprised he hasn’t already been killed, then.” Moonbeam might be known for its peaceful citizens, but no one who made threats like that left the kingdom alive. 

“I know.” He looked up from the table, taking a careful bite of his oats. The smile he wore made a shiver go down your spine. “Aren’t we lucky?” 

You knew how deeply your father’s devotion to your mother ran. He would burn entire kingdoms to the ground if she asked for it. 

If it weren’t for what he just said, you would’ve pitied the night the pirate was about to have. 

“Make sure you keep that mask on this time,” he nagged in an almost affectionate tone. “And your gloves. Calcifer tells me the Marines are scrambling to put a bounty on your head ever since that lovely little meeting you had with those officers last week,” he gave you a sharp glance. “Luckily, they were too drunk to remember what you looked like,” you rolled your eyes. “Or what you did.”

You scoffed, fingers twitching at the memory. “I should’ve just killed them.”

He waved you off. “Too many Marines, it would have been suspicious.” Another look was thrown your way as you stood up to leave. “Keep everything on,” he added. “We don’t need anyone recognizing you.”

Your exit was deterred by a final call of your name. “Do try your best not to break any nails when retrieving him,” he drawled with a smirk. “Your sister’s ball is tomorrow. I’d like there to be no inquiries on what the oldest princess of Moonbeam does in her free time if I can help it.”

You set the bottle back on the table, tugging the mask down and making your way towards the bar with a stifled groan, hoping you’d at least be able to sleep in tomorrow.

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[honeyoru]

When the Stars Rise Masterlist

Roronoa Zoro x Female! Devil fruit user! Princess! Reader & Vinsmoke Sanji x Female! Devil fruit user! Princess! Reader (we've got a love triangle ow ow)

Warnings: lots of violence & death, swearing, angst, childhood abuse mentioned (sanjis backstory), eventual explicit content

Themes: adventure, BAMF reader, angsty but also typical OP chaos

Summary: You're a cynical princess who's resigned yourself to your duties in the idyllic kingdom of Moonbeam, unwilling to entertain the fleeting moments of a life free of responsibilities you had once dreamt of so often.

The arrival of a certain pirate crew throws your plans into jeopardy, and you soon find out Monkey D. Luffy's orbit isn't something many can resist for long.

A/N:  I’ve been sucked into the world of one piece and I fear I won’t be able to get out anytime soon. Here’s my first fic with the straw hats! Warning, this will be a sloooow burn as I simply cannot do short fics (I yearn for drawn-out angst, sue me). I also have several other fics in the works as well, so updates will be sporadic. Comments encourage me to write faster ;)

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[honeyoru]

resonance (steve harrington x superpower! reader) chap. nine TEASER

series masterlist

a/n: tysm to all the lovlies who are so patient with me. since i've been trying to write longer chapters, i don't have an estimate of when chap. 9 will be posted. until then, enjoy this tidbit to see what's coming next.

ALSO i've finally started a taglist, so if you'd like to be notified when I update, please comment and let me know!

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You had never felt more useless than you did sulking on the Byers’ couch, listening to Steve and Dustin bicker as they attempted to shove a dead Demodog into Joyce’s fridge. 

“I’m pretty sure that’s a biohazard,” Max called to them from her spot next to you, a faint look of disgust crossing her face at the squelching noises you could hear. 

“That’s what I said!” Steve’s muffled voice yelled back, cursing when something fell out of the fridge and crashed onto the floor. 

“Like you even know what a biohazard is Hair-ington,” Dustin yelled back.

“Sticking a monster corpse in the fridge next to Joyce’s casserole,” Lucas snarked from where he sat against the living room wall. “Definitely the best way to preserve your ‘scientific discovery,’” you rolled your eyes, unable to fight a smile. He snickered when he saw you and Max were both amused, the slingshot on his leg bouncing with every move. 

The soft jostling of the fridge rang out every now and then as the boys continued to push the monster inside. “Get the door, man!”

“What do you think I’m doing!”

Your eyes shot to the ceiling. This is what Hopper would rather have you do than kick monster ass.

“Ew, Jesus,” You heard Steve finally breathe as the slam of the door echoed through the house. 

“I wanted to make another sandwich,” you lamented dryly when they strolled back into the living room, Dustin looking pleased as punch, Steve… not so much.

He sent you a worried look before glaring at the kid, perching on the edge of the couch arm. “Your ‘scientific discovery’ is gonna be the reason we die if our superhero here has no energy, dipshit.” 

“Then go make her a sandwich!” Dustin bit back, crossing his arms. “You can still reach most of the stuff in the fridge.”

Mike groaned, interrupting Steve’s insistence that Upside Down germs surely would have contaminated everything inside the fridge by now. Mini-Wheeler had been pacing anxiously nearly the whole time they were preserving the dog. “This is so stupid!”

“Mike, would you just stop already?” Lucas said, letting his head fall back against the wall.

“You weren't in there, okay, Lucas?” the lanky boy shook his head. “That lab is swarming with hundreds of those dogs.”

“Demodogs!” 

“She’ll be fine,” you ignored Dustin, entirely unconvinced of the whole situation but steadfast in trusting the girl. “El’s strong.”

“See!” Lucas nodded, pointing at you. “Nightcrawler killed a ton of them anyway, El will be fine. The chief will take care of her.” 

You squinted at the nickname and were just about to respond when Mike scoffed loudly. 

“Like El needs protection. But it should’ve been you to go instead of her,” he spat towards you. “It's too dangerous.”

You hardly reacted to the boy apart from your eyebrows raising, a sharp contrast to the other occupants in the room, who held their breath at his aggression. 

It did nothing but make you pity him, however. You pitied all of them, really, for having to deal with this. 

Outwardly, however, you refrained from showing it, choosing instead to appear wholly unfazed by his tantrum. “First of all, take the bass out of your voice, Baby Wheeler,” you said sweetly with a deadly smile, crossing your arms. “You said it yourself, she doesn’t need protection. It’s not like I wanted to stay here, but I wouldn’t have agreed if I didn’t believe in her.” 

He turned bright red, unable to mask the fear that was still in his eyes. You felt your heart sting in sympathy. “Yeah right,” he seethed, arms flailing around dramatically. “You barely even argued to go!” He continued after clocking the way your left eye just barely twitched. “It’s not like you care about them. You’d probably rather have them die than you, you… you cowardly—”

The air was still all of a sudden, with your hand gripping his collar from where you had teleported (unnecessarily) the few feet in front of you, choosing to lean down in his face while the rest of the group gasped at what he had said. 

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[honeyoru]

resonance (steve harrington x superpower! reader) chapter seven

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content warning for blood n gore!

“I said Dr. Sam Owens,” Hopper’s irritated tone greeted you as you popped back into the living room, damp boots and hunting knife in hand. You startled Nancy, who was hovering nervously in the hallway, giving Jonathan space while he sat with his unconscious brother. 

Giving her an apologetic smile, you headed to the kitchen and nodded at Steve, who was leaning against the counter. “Did I miss much?” you muttered and began braiding your damp hair.

“What, was I supposed to count the bodies?” the older man growled into the receiver, shaking his head angrily. “I don’t know how many people are left alive in there!”

“Not really,” Steve replied. “Chief’s been on the phone since you left,” he gave your blood-free outfit a glance and coughed. “Not going too well, though.”

“I am the goddamn police!” The man in question yelled. “I’m Chief Jim Hopper!”

“They didn't believe you, did they?” Mike asked Hopper when he eventually hung up the phone, fuming.

“We’ll see,” he hedged before nodding at your clean state. “That was a quick shower. You get any blood on my floor?”

“We’ll see?” the boy cried before you could reply. “We can’t just sit here while those things are loose!”

Raising your eyebrows at the attitude on the kid, you remained silent and finished your elaborate braid, flicking it over your shoulder. You looked knowingly at the man. “I teleported into the bathtub, so no.”

Choosing to ignore Mike as well, Hopper asked as nonchalantly as he could. “Did the, uh, cat freak out?” 

Plopping onto the hard tile floor, you set to work drying off the boots, sending a nod to Max when she shuffled over to sit next to you. “Nope.” El was sleeping on a bus, for reasons unbeknownst to you, heading back to Hawkins from god knows where. She appeared safe in the void, but seemed to have gotten a makeover since she’d been gone. 

“It’s still weird that you two live together,” Dustin shook his head. 

Hopper’s condensed version of how you met when you arrived at the Byers’ earlier left something to be desired, simply telling the group that he had rescued you in the forest. No one asked questions. 

You all had other things to worry about.

“Can we please focus on the problem?” Mike yelled. “Why aren’t we going to do anything?”

Hopper visibly resisted snapping at him, sending a tired glance your way. “We’re going to stay here and wait for help.”

You cleared your throat at the deflated look the boy wore and gestured towards the hallway, looking at Hopper. “Have you checked on her?”

The man shook his head. Sighing, he trudged down to the room where Joyce had remained inside since your group arrived, lightly knocking before entering. 

“Did you guys know that Bob was the original founder of Hawkins AV?” The younger Wheeler asked the group (mostly Dustin and Lucas) after a few silent minutes, fiddling with a box in his hands.

You felt your throat tighten, but continued to wipe at the shoes. 

Dustin hummed. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Mike said, looking sadly at a stack of puzzles on the table. “He petitioned the school to start it and everything,” he smiled wistfully. “Pretty awesome, right?” 

The other two boys agreed. 

Mike stood up suddenly, wearing a stern expression. “We can't let him die in vain. We can’t.”

“Well, what do you want us to do, Mike?” Dustin said, throwing his arms up. “The Chief's right on this. We can't stop those demo-dogs on our own.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the dumbfounded look on the boy’s face.  “Demodogs?”

“Demogorgon,” Dustin sighed, clearly irritated at explaining the word. “Dogs. Demodogs. It's like a compound!” he rolled his eyes at Mike’s blank stare. “You know, a play on words?” 

“I know what a compound is!” Mike shook his head. “Anyway, there has to be something we can do.”

Lucas shook his head. “Maybe when it was just Dart we could fight them off, but there’s a whole army of them now.”

“Precisely.”

“You couldn’t even fight Dart,” Steve snorted. “You shitbirds let us do that for you, remember?” 

“His army,” Mike said, ignoring him. “The demodogs are his army! Maybe if we stop him, we can stop them, too.”

That got your attention.

“Whoa, whoa whoa,” Steve was already shaking his head when you shot back up, mostly-dry boots back on your feet. “No way!”

“No way what?” Hopper walked back in.

“You said his army,” you cut in aggressively, startling the kids a little with your sudden participation. “Who’s he?” 

“Um.” Mike blinked at your close proximity and went to pick up a paper from the counter that had a drawing of a monster on it. “The shadow monster,” he said, handing you the paper. You frowned, it looked like a big ass spider. “It got Will that day on the field,” Mike explained. “The doctor told us it was like a virus. It infected him.” 

“Like in The Evil Dead.” Steve mused. “It’s possessing him!”

You bit your lip. The shadow monster. A bout of dread churned through you at the thought of just who he could be. 

“And so this virus, this monster,” Max said, glancing between you and the paper. “It’s connecting Will to the tunnels?”

“Tunnels?” you yelled at her question, eyes going wide. “Ho-hold on,” you stammered, abruptly turning towards the many papers haphazardly taped on the walls. “Is that what these are?” you all but sprinted to the wall nearest you, where what was now clear to you as tunnels trailed out into the living room. 

You hadn’t had time to ask about Joyce’s choice of interior design when you’d first arrived.

“To the tunnels, monsters, the Upside Down,” Mike confirmed. “It’s connecting Will to everything.”

A small whimper escaped you. Fucking hell. Your heartbeat skyrocketed looking at the series of papers creeping along the walls, turning to glance fearfully at the boys and then back around to the wall you were closest to. 

“Slow down, Jesus,” Steve ran a hand through his hair, shooting a concerned look in your direction.

Not here. You squeezed your eyes shut. Not now. 

“Okay, so, the shadow monster is inside everything,” Mike mused, ignoring your outburst. “And if the vines feel something like pain, then so does Will.”

“And so do the demodogs,” you heard Lucas say. “Like Dart.”

They were speaking back and forth incredibly fast, clearly all thinking the same thing. Not that it really mattered to you; they might as well have been underwater. Putting a hand against the wall, you stared blankly at the paper in front of you and breathed heavily, trying to tune back into the conversation. 

“It’s like what Mr. Clarke taught us,” Lucas said excitedly. “The hive mind.”

“Hive mind?” Steve asked.

 “A collective consciousness. It's a super-organism. And this is the thing that controls everything. It's basically the brain—”

“—like the Mind Flayer!”

“The what?” Max and Steve asked in unison, causing someone, you weren’t sure who, as you couldn’t look away from the papers, to run down the hallway. 

Get it together, you scolded yourself, blinking rapidly at the hues of blue that weaved along the wall. You’ve got a monster to worry about, which is probably the one that sent you here in the first place. Why Henry would want to be a freaky spider monster, you weren’t too sure. 

It’s okay. You shuddered, taking a deep breath. It’s not like they want to go frolicking in the tunnels. Turning around, you rejoined the group that now included Jonathan and Nancy. Bury the fear, you told yourself. Refocus on the problem at hand.

It was Mike who ran back, slamming a large book on the kitchen table as everyone crowded around it. The boys explained over each other, describing the monster that they thought was terrorizing poor Will. 

“It's a monster from an unknown dimension—”

“—so ancient that it doesn't even know its true home—”

“—it enslaves races of other dimensions by taking over their brains using its highly-developed psionic powers—”

“—Oh, my God, none of this is real!” Hopper finally lamented, wiping a hand down his face. “This book is just from that kids game you play!” He called out your name. “Help me out here!” 

You couldn’t help but shrug. “To be fair, it’s not like I ever thought monsters like the demodogs existed before I came here,” you peered down at the spider-like creature in the book. “Why couldn’t this one be real as well?” And I’m from the future, you thought. Someone could tell you pigs were flying and you wouldn’t be surprised. 

“Thank you!” Dustin exclaimed. “And this isn’t a game, Chief, it’s a manual,” he argued, his tone full of sass. “And unless you know something that we don't, this is the best metaphor—”

“—Analogy,” Lucas cleared his throat, correcting him.

You snorted at the look on the curly-haired boy’s face. “Really Lucas?” he asked snarkily. “Analogy? That's what you're worried about?” He rolled his eyes. “Fine. An analogy for understanding whatever the hell this monster is.”

Nancy sighed. “Okay, so this mind flamer thing—”

“—Flayer. Mind Flayer.”

Her eye twitched. “What does it want?”

“To conquer us, basically,” Dustin explained. “It believes it's the master race.”

“Right.” Steve nodded along. “Like the Germans!” 

Eight pairs of eyes blinked at him. “Um,” Dustin squinted at him. “Do you mean the Nazis?”

“Yes!” He snapped his fingers and you couldn’t help the small smile that graced your features at how proud he looked. “The Nazis.” 

“I mean, sure?” Dustin paused. Hopper rubbed his face in exasperation and looked at you before tilting his head at Steve, clearly questioning your claim that he would eventually become Chief. Dustin continued. “If the Nazis were from another dimension, then yeah…totally.  Uh, it views other races, like us, as inferior to itself.”

Mike pointed at a paragraph in the book. “It wants to spread, take over other dimensions.”

“If this is the same monster we’re dealing with,” Lucas finished somberly. “Then we are talking about the destruction of our world as we know it.”

Nancy ignored Steve’s panicked outburst, leaning in closer to look at the book. “Okay, so if this thing is like a brain that's controlling everything, then if we kill it…”

“We kill everything it controls,” Mike finished. 

“We win.” Dustin said.

“Theoretically,” Lucas added. 

“Fantastic,” Hopper stated dryly. “So how do you kill this thing? Shoot it with Fireballs or something?” 

Dustin chuckled. “No. No fireballs. Um, you summon an undead army, uh, because,” he stammered, looking to his other friends for help. “You know, because zombies… they don't have brains, and the Mind Flayer, it… it... It likes brains? It's a game,” he broke off, shaking his head. “It’s just a game.”

Your eyes shot skyward as Hopper groaned and slapped the table. “What the hell are we doing here?”

“I thought we were waiting for your military backup!” Dustin sneered. 

“We are!”

Mike pointed to the book. “How could they stop this anyway? You can't just shoot this with guns.”

“You don't know that!”

Lucas put his head in his hands. “We don't know anything!”

Mike shook his head, straightening his spine to continue arguing with Hopper. You looked on with mild respect. The kid didn’t know how to give up. “We know it's already killed everybody in that lab. We know the monsters are gonna molt again. We know that it's only a matter of time before those tunnels reach this town,” you felt your heart stutter again. “So we need to do something.”

“He’s right.” An angry, tear-stricken Joyce stood in the entryway, making your heart clench a little. “We have to kill it. I want to kill it.” 

“Me, too,” Jonathan agreed, putting an arm around his mother. 

Hopper looked pained, his expression softening at the woman. “Me, too, Joyce, okay? Believe me, I want it dead too. But how do we do that? We don't exactly know what we're dealing with here.”

“From what they said,” you spoke up faintly, eyes flickering worriedly to the illustrations on the wall again. “It sounds like Will does.”

“She’s right,” Mike nodded. “If anyone knows how to destroy this thing, it's Will. He's connected to it. He'll know its weakness.”

“I thought we couldn't trust him anymore,” Max furrowed her eyebrows. “Isn’t he a spy for the Mind Flayer now?” 

Nancy breathed, excitedly meeting her brother’s eyes. “He can't spy if he doesn't know where he is.”

…

“You okay, kid?” You jerked, almost launching the piece of plywood you were holding into Hopper’s face. “Sorry. How's your cut?”

“Just stings a little,” you relaxed, walking towards the backyard with him. It was decided that Will would be placed in a blacked-out shed to confuse the Mind Flayer. “Nothing I can't handle. Hop. But, it’s just,” you said, adjusting the wood in your hands and frowning.  “The monster controlling Will, what if it’s… him?” 

“Henry?” he asked, sighing when you nodded. The two of you passed Steve and Nancy, who seemed to be having a serious talk while gathering more materials to cover the shed with. “Could be,” he shrugged. “Course, that would mean that Henry was who got Will last year, too,” a frown graced his face. “Which would make a lot of sense, actually. Why the hell didn’t I think of that sooner?” He muttered, scratching his chin with the hammer he was holding thoughtfully. “Do you think it’s him?”

“Probably.” You adjusted the wood in your arms and grimaced. “It’s too much of a coincidence for it to be a different evil mastermind, right?”

He groaned. “I fucking hope not. Chief of Police doesn’t pay nearly enough for handling more than one. Best if we just have the one instead.”

You shuddered, thinking of the group that was now faced with defending Hawkins from evil for a second time. “How are you all so… calm about this?” you shook your head. “I thought another dimension and monsters would make people more…”

“Scared?” he offered. “Freaked out?”

“These kids,” Hopper sighed when you nodded. “They grew up playing that damn game and reading comic books, I think they’re the only people in the world who would see actual monsters and be excited about it.” You chuckled, setting the wood down inside of the shed. “They’ve met real-life superheroes, kid,” he nudged you playfully. “More than one now. They’re scared, no doubt, but this is an adventure to them.”

“They’re reckless,” you whispered. 

“Someone else has always been around to save them,” he shrugged, and suddenly you were back in the living room of your old house, listening to your mother weave a not-so-happy bedtime story of just what could happen to kids who acted reckless. “Hey, don’t worry,” he said gently, misinterpreting your shift in demeanor. “Everything’s gonna be okay. We did this once before and managed to keep everyone safe.”

Swallowing, you looked up at him, feeling just as young as you really were. “And the tunnels?”

“What about them?” He squinted. “Wait, is that why you were staring at the wall earlier?” A sigh was released when his question was met with silence. “The tunnels,” he said. “That’s how those dogs are getting around town, they go all the way to the lab.” 

You shuddered. “And we have no reason to go in them, right?”

“Hell no.” He looked at you strangely. “I got stuck down there yesterday, really don’t recommend it. Relax,” he laughed at your panicked expression. “Those kids might be reckless, but they’re smart. They won’t go charging into danger, let alone those tunnels. Don’t worry about it.”

You remained silent the rest of the time you worked, praying he was right.

…

Once the shed was covered and deemed unrecognizable, you went inside to wait with Steve, Nancy, and the kids, save for Mike, while Hopper carried an unconscious Will out back. 

“How can you even be hungry?” Lucas shuddered, watching you rummage through the fridge after a few minutes of silence. The group had panned out, loitering nervously throughout the house. “You know, with all the shit you saw in the hospital.” 

“Lucas!” Max shot him a nasty glare, causing him to wilt a little. 

You smiled. I knew I liked her.

“What?” he argued. “It was a lot of blood! I’m just saying, I’d be too grossed out to eat right now if I had to kill those things and watch someone die.”

Your smile faltered. “Well it's a good thing you didn't have to kill anything, isn't it?” You leaned against the fridge door, knowing the comment wasn't meant to be rude. “I spent most of today fighting those damn dogs so I’m pretty wiped out. If it’s alright with you, I’m gonna eat something not necessarily because I want to,” you said, raising an eyebrow at him. “But because if we get attacked again, it won’t do us any good if I pass out,” you said, spinning back around to dig through the fridge and grab a jar of jelly before blanching at the sight of the bright red color. “Unless, of course, you and your wrist rocket are gonna take on that army by yourself?” 

“If he finds out where we are,” Dustin said hesitantly, watching you make a face and put the jar back, choosing instead to make a plain peanut butter sandwich. “Do you think he’ll send those dogs after us?”

“He won't find out,” Lucas insisted. 

“Yeah, but, if he does…”

“Then we're fucked,” Max deadpanned, just as the lights in the house started to flicker.

“And on that note,” you hummed cheerfully, gesturing towards the kitchen light. “I’m gonna go sit while I still can.” You grabbed your finished sandwich and a glass of water before strolling out into the hallway, avoiding the tunnels that crept along the wall with you. 

Choosing to sit on the couch beside Nancy, you nibbled delicately at your sandwich in a way you knew wouldn’t cause any crumbs to fall, watching Steve swing his bat aimlessly in the corner of the room as the ticking clock above him alerted you that it was nearing 9 p.m.

“So,” Nancy hesitated, watching you eat with curious eyes. “You have powers.”

You licked the peanut butter off of your finger. “Yep.”

“Like Eleven.”

Shrugging, you took another bite. “So they tell me.”

“But you’re not from the lab.”

“Nope.”

She frowned. 

You almost wanted to smile. Gotta try harder than that, Wheeler.

“How long do you plan on staying in Hawkins?” Steve asked suddenly, leaning on his studded bat.

“Not sure.” You swallowed the rest of your sandwich, making sure no crumbs remained on your lips. 

“Why?” Nancy’s tone was pressing. “You don’t want to go back home?” 

You raised your eyebrows, taking a sip of water so you wouldn’t laugh. “No home to go back to,” you said evenly. 

“Oh,” Steve, the actual angel, replied, looking genuinely sad for you. “I’m sorry.” 

“Could be worse,” you shrugged, placing the glass back down on the coffee table. You started a little at Nancy’s wide, unblinking eyes.

“You’re lying.” Nancy’s accusation made you finally bark out a laugh. 

“Nancy!” Steve scolded. “She’s not on trial here.” 

She blinked at him incredulously. “You’ve only known her for one night, Steve, and you’re defending her? Against me?”

“Yikes,” you couldn’t help but let out. “Can we not drag me into this?”

They ignored you.

“Uh yeah, I am!” Steve nodded furiously. “She saved all of us, Nance! Multiple times!” He cried, swinging his bat to rest on his shoulder. “And you’re interrogating her like you think she’s the monster!” 

“She’s a stranger, sue me for being cautious,” she scoffed. “She obviously lied to us in the store, she’s probably lying about how she ended up here too.” 

“The store?” you repeated, eyes curiously bouncing between the two. 

Nancy’s face tightened, almost like she was angry you dared to join the conversation. “You said you were trying to cheer up someone, a girl who couldn’t go outside on Halloween.” 

Movement out of the corner of your eye alerted you to an audience currently peeking from the kitchen at the noise. Little eavesdroppers. 

“And from what Hopper just told us,” she said. “That can’t be true,” she tilted her head tauntingly. 

“Oh, so you do remember Halloween night?” Steve laughed harshly, causing the girl’s face to drop guiltily. 

“Steve…”

“No, Nancy!” he held a hand up. “You know what? Who cares if she’s lying? She fought those things with me, a total stranger,” you winced internally. “and then she ran into the lab without thinking twice for Will and your brother! She saved us all practically by herself and is still helping us now even when she doesn’t have to! I think she’s entitled to a few secrets.” 

“She didn’t save everyone,” Nancy snapped defensively, freezing when she realized what she had said.

You swore the temperature dropped twenty degrees as you looked up at her expressionless, grateful the sharp pain that splintered across your chest didn’t reflect on your face. Nancy couldn’t hide the panicked glance she sent towards your hands, which were humming with energy. 

You would’ve snorted if you weren’t so upset. Not with Nancy, of course, but with yourself. 

She wasn’t wrong, after all. 

The door to the kitchen suddenly slammed open before you could say anything to the girl, sending you into fight mode. You quickly teleported into the corner of the room, everyone else following closely behind. Hopper was furiously scribbling on a notepad at the table. “What happened?”

“Will,” he rushed out. “He’s tapping on his chair.” Finally, he leaned back, allowing you to look. “I think he's talking, just not with words. We just have to keep Will, or the thing inside him, anyway, distracted while he tells us.”

“What is that?” Steve asked, and all of you hovered around the dots and dashes that littered the paper.

“Morse code,” you replied along with multiple people, nodding your head in approval.  “He’s smart.”

“H-E-R-E,” Nancy read.

“Here,” the group said in unison. 

“Will's still in there,” Hopper explained. “He’s saying something to us.”

“Looks like we got a plan after all,” Dustin grinned.

….

The harsh words Nancy said were tabled for later, you supposed, as you all hastily wrote down the corresponding letters to Will’s morse code that Hopper sent via walkie-talkie. The celebration of the resulting phrase “CLOSE GATE” was short-lived, however, as the Byers’ phone began to shrilly ring, sending you all into a frenzy.

“Who the hell is even calling this late?” Lucas yelled. The panic that filled you was swift and sudden, and rather than waste any more time you threw a hand in the direction of the phone, swiftly yanking it from the wall and sending it hurtling down the hall. 

You made a mental note to apologize to Joyce later.

“Do we, uh, think Will heard that?” Dustin asked, glancing around the house. 

“It’s just a phone,” Steve frowned. “Couldn’t it be from anywhere?”

A horrible shrieking, familiar to most of you, filled the air. Wryly, you stretched your arms out and flicked your braid over your shoulder while the kids flew to the windows, looking for any sign of the dogs on the horizon. “Guess that answers that question.”

“Shit!” The kitchen door bounced off the wall once more, revealing the rest of the group and an unconscious Will. “Get away from the windows!” Hopper yelled to the kids, lugging two guns inside. “Can you use this?” he asked you, holding a shotgun out. 

The look on your face was priceless as you scoffed, waving your hands out dramatically. Nodding sheepishly, he asked the group the question again at large, ultimately handing it to, surprisingly, Nancy. 

“Alright,” You pushed over the kids heads to look outside, nodding a little. “I’ll be right back.”

“What?” The vein on Hopper’s forehead pulsed angrily. “You’re not going out there.”

“I’m the first line of defense, Hop,” you rolled your eyes, pointing at yourself. “I ate a sandwich, I’ll be fine!” 

He sputtered in response and without much of a farewell, you made sure to grab the hunting knife and teleported outside, hearing a faint “...away from the goddamn windows!” when you gracefully stepped down the front porch. 

You shook out your shoulders, clocking the creatures that were already creeping in from the tree line, the single street light at the edge of the driveway casting a particularly horrifying glow on their shadows. 

“Shit,” you shuddered, unable to remain as confident as you appeared in the house. No matter how much it thrilled you to fight, you couldn’t help but be nervous. You had no idea how many dogs were watching you.

It didn’t matter, you resolved. No matter what, you wouldn’t let them kill someone else. You spared a glance back to the house, letting out a chuckle at the faces that were smashed against the window again. 

You had an audience.

Swallowing harshly, you allowed your mind to go blank. “Well, come on, already, Henry!” you taunted, beckoning whatever was out there closer. 

Adrenaline pumped through your body as the creatures begin barreling towards you. It was like a choppy ocean wave, the dogs tripping over each other just as they did in the lab in an attempt to get to you first. You cleared your thoughts, tuning into the environment around you, and began to fight as the first few screeched and lunged. 

It was likely that only minutes had passed by as you spared a glance down to the dogs that lay dead at your feet, the rush from fluttering around the yard leaving you a little dizzy. You had just taken a deep breath when you had to suddenly duck, the flailing body of a limp demodog was soaring over you, straight through the window of the house. What the hell?

Straightening, you were flooded with relief at the sight of the figure that stood a few feet away, commenting dryly. “Well, that was dramatic.” 

At the very end of the driveway stood El, still donned in all black. With a quick pop you appeared next to her, fluttering around as she began to attack the remaining creatures with determination you hadn’t seen before. 

“You’re a little shit, you know that?” you called out, yanking your knife out of a demodog and spraying the mailbox with blood. “I would’ve gone with you.” 

She smiled, gesturing to the many bodies littered across Joyce’s lawn. “I needed to do it alone,” El responded. “Looks like they would’ve been in trouble if you weren’t here.”

You couldn’t help but agree. 

“What happened here?” she asked. 

Sharp pain suddenly flooded your senses as one of the creatures clawed at your leg, knocking you to the ground with a yelp. 

You heard someone yell from inside the house. 

“We need to close the gate,” you huffed, furious at the dog for pulling you into a puddle of blood. 

My poor boots.

“Again?”

“Yep,” you grunted, kicking the monster in the head and closing your fist, squishing its petals with your mind. El helped you up, taking notice of the last remaining dogs that were left. 

Together, you both raised your hands, flattening the creatures and filling the night with silence once more. 

You looked at her, tucking a stray piece of hair back. “Where’d you go anyways?” 

“Chicago.” You pulled her in for a hug with a chuckle. 

Hopper was gonna have a heart attack.

Tightly, you squeezed her, feeling the smaller girl squeeze just as hard back. “Was it windy there?”

“Yes,” she nodded seriously when you broke apart. “Very windy.”

You snorted, sighing tiredly. “Did you find whatever it was you went there for?” 

“Yes,” El smiled, grabbing your hand and tugging you towards the house. “I did.”

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resonance (steve harrington x superpower! reader) chapter eight

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The house was eerily quiet as El used her mind to unlock and open the door. 

Carefully, you crept inside, halting at the sight of the group, all frozen at the sight of the girl next to you.

Loudly, you wiped your boots on the worn-looking welcome mat that lay just beyond the front door, breaking the silence. With a nonchalant wave towards your bloody shoes, you looked around tiredly, unable to continue watching the tension-filled gaze the Mike and El were sharing. “Should I take these off or…?”

A choked sound came from Mike, who stepped forward in shock, squinting at her like he couldn’t believe she was really there. “El?”

That’s all it took for the girl to launch herself into his arms, mumbling quietly in such an intimate way that made you look away.  

All at once the other kids flurried around the pair excitedly, saying how cool her new look was and how badass her fighting had been. 

“It’s not like I killed most of them or anything,” you muttered playfully, smiling when El stuck her tongue out at you. 

“Wait,” Mike pulled away from the girl, sharply looking at you. “You know her?”

You scowled back, he really had an attitude.

“She has to,” Dustin insisted, gesturing towards the front lawn. “They hugged!” 

“I knew it!” Nancy cried, flushing when you simply raised your eyebrow in return. 

“Gold stars for all of you,” you rolled your eyes, too exhausted to say anything snarkier. You jerked in surprise as Hopper strided over to you, inspecting you at arm's length.

“Never do that again,” he mumbled, pulling you into a hug. He leaned back, unaware of your still form, and turned to El, gesturing at her new appearance. “The hell is all this? Where have you been?” he asked with a weary look your way, grabbing the girl for a hug as well.

“She went on a… field trip?” you offered. 

She nodded from his arms. “To Chicago.”

Hopper’s eyes bulged. 

“It was windy,” El supplied unhelpfully. 

“What the hell?” Mike yelled at Hopper before the older man had a chance to react properly. “You’ve been hiding her, all this time?” His face turned bright red, tears of joy quickly warped to anger. 

“Hey!” Hopper tried responding to no avail, for the boy had begun hitting him. Letting go of El, he grabbed Mike’s arm. “C’mon, let’s talk. Alone,” Hopper growled, yanking him into Joyce’s empty bedroom.

The tension quickly dissolved as El went to the other kids, pointedly ignoring Max’s introduction to hug Dustin and Lucas. 

You frowned, remembering the fit of jealousy you had witnessed before at the school. You were making a mental note to chastise her privately later when a hand touched your elbow. 

“Hey, are you alright?” 

Steve looked down at you with concern after you jolted uneasily at the touch, gesturing to your leg that the dog had clawed. “Do you need help cleaning that? I’m kind of a pro at treating monster injuries now,” he joked.

You blinked owlishly at him, unable to keep the confusion off of your face. “Sorry, what?” you finally asked, unsure of the boy’s reason for wanting to help you. Earlier in the car, Hopper had instructed him to help, but now? He had no reason to. 

His smile wavered as you stood, staring at him like a sleep-deprived, emotionally-stunted idiot.

No one is kind to you for free, your mother taunted you from decades in the future. These people don’t know you, she would say. They don’t know what you’ve done. Why would he care about your leg?

With a quick glance towards Nancy, who stood whispering with Jonathan, you looked back at Steve with a fresh pair of eyes, concluding he was probably just doing it to get back at his ex. 

Which meant you missed the panicked look that graced his face when you failed to respond.

“Sorry,” he paused. “You can probably handle it, right? I mean, of course you can,” he scoffed, shaking his head at himself. “You just annihilated those things back there. I don’t really know too much about first aid aside from what they teach you in lifeguarding,” he continued, unaware of the (completely unwanted) image of a shirtless Steve that involuntarily popped into your brain. “But I just thought you could use some help…”

You swallowed hard, willing the vicious thoughts in your mind away. After you cleared your throat, you waved towards the bathroom in what you hoped looked indifferent. “Lead the way, Nurse.”  

A soft shuffling echoed behind you, and a slight look over your shoulder made you aware that Max had joined your journey to the bathroom as well. You said nothing, scooting onto the bathroom counter and leaning against the mirror as she perched on the edge of the tub, watching the boy dig through Joyce’s haphazardly stocked first aid kit. 

Your eyes fluttered closed before opening slightly. What I wouldn’t give for a nap.

“Any more injuries and you’ll have to start billing us,” Steve joked, pulling out the necessary cleaning supplies and kneeling down to take a closer look at the leg where the demodog had dug its claws into. “Can’t have you maiming yourself to save us all the time,” he glanced up at your relaxed form with a teasing grin. “Even though you look like you’re having the time of your life when you’re fighting something.” 

“What can I say? I love the thrill,” you smiled. “Keep patching me up and you’ll have to bill me.”

Max rolled her eyes. 

His smile dropped, and he let out a low whistle. “Damn that cut is deep. How does it feel?”

“Will it be infected?” Max leaned in close to see, her nose wrinkling at it. “It looks like it might get infected.”

“It’ll be fine,” you huffed. “Barely stings.”

That was a lie, of course. But you’d had worse. 

Steve and Max shared a look. 

“So,” the girl hummed. “You knew Eleven already.”

“El,” you corrected her and shrugged. “Only for a while. I’m no snitch, especially when the government is involved.”

“Glad she had someone to keep her company then,” Steve mused, looking up from his spot on the ground. He carefully cleaned the jagged cut, taking note of the way your jaw slightly clenched. “It must have been lonely for her, living with just Hopper for so long.”

“Joyce came around sometimes,” you sighed. “Talked about the kids a lot. Told me all about the monster from last year too.”

Max scoffed. “One monster is enough for me,” she said, watching Steve place a large Snoopy bandage on your leg. “So that’s how you know everyone.”

Your eyebrows furrowed of their own accord, unable to remain expressionless when you looked down at where Steve’s hands were still hovering near your leg, frozen as his breath just slightly hit your calf. 

Suddenly, you felt wide awake. 

You swallowed and looked down at her, hoping your cheeks weren’t noticeably burning, your brain a little fuzzy. A cute boy breathes on my leg and I turn to jello, you thought irritatedly. “What do you mean?”

“Well, you looked like you recognized them at the junkyard,” Max explained, sharp eyes on your face. “After they said their names.”

Clever girl. Nodding innocuously, you played along, telling them how Joyce had mentioned bits and pieces of everyone to you in your time spent at the cabin. 

She hummed at the stories, deciding to let it go. “How are you going to kill the rest of the dogs?” 

“No clue,” you yawned, carefully hopping off the counter. “Think I came too late in the game to make any crucial planning decisions for this party, that’s all Hopper and Joyce. I’m just the muscle,” you winked, smiling when she snorted. “Let’s go find out.”

The three of you padded back into the living room, joining the rest of the group. Dustin and Lucas waggled their eyebrows towards you and Steve before quickly lowering their gaze as Max walked over to them. 

“The place is crawling with those dogs now,” you heard Hopper say to El, hands on his hips. “It’s way more dangerous than last time. She took out a lot, but there’ll be more crawling up from that shithole.”

“I know,” El clenched her fists, nodding determinedly. “I can do it.” 

“Wait,” you looked quickly between the two. “We’re going back?”

She nodded. “The gate has to be closed.” A shudder ran through you at the thought of her going there, seeing all of the carnage you and the dogs had left in those halls. 

“You're not hearing me,” Hopper said. 

“I'm hearing you,” El insisted. “I can do it.”

“Even if you can,” Dustin said, shaking his head. “There’s still another problem.”

Lucas and Mike looked at each other, the latter sighing in frustration. “If the brain dies…” 

“...the body dies,” Lucas finished and nervously glanced at everyone.

The boys are all so in tune with one another, you mused. 

“I thought that was the whole point,” Hopper’s eyebrows furrowed. “Do we not want it to die?”

“We do,” Mike replied. “But if we’re really right about this. I mean,” he paused, looking at his friend (girlfriend? You’d have to ask El later if you didn’t die) worriedly. “If El closes the gate and kills the mind flayer’s army then Will…” he trailed off. 

“Will’s a part of that army,” you realized, looking at Joyce. “It’d kill him too.”

The silence was tense for a few minutes, until the woman suddenly snapped her fingers. “He likes it cold!” 

She blinked at the various expressions of confusion before explaining. “It's what Will kept saying to me. He likes it cold.” Joyce ran a hand through her hair, almost frantically. “We keep… giving it what it wants. If this is a virus, and Will's the host, then we need to make the host uninhabitable.”

“If he likes it cold,” Nancy began, crossing her arms and glancing at Jonathan worriedly. “Then…”

The older boy let out a shuddered breath, looking at the wall that he knew his brother lay on the other side of. “Then we need to burn it out of him.”

“It has to be somewhere Will doesn’t know,” you mused, sweeping your gaze across the room. “The Mind Flayer… it’ll fight back and show no mercy, especially if you’re kicking it out of its host.” You made eye contact with Hopper knowingly. And if it’s Henry, who knows what he’ll do.

…..

“You’ll go down Mason Avenue,” Hopper told Jonathan hurriedly, instructing him on how to drive to the cabin. Joyce stood anxiously nearby. “Your mom has been there before so she can get you through all the traps.”

“Traps?” you heard Nancy whisper incredulously to the older Byers boy.

“El,” you pulled her aside while Nancy, Jonathan, and Joyce carried Will out to their car, leaving to put their part of the plan in motion. “The lab,” you said. “Are you sure you can do this? It’s not that I don’t believe in you,” you explained with a slight grin when she opened her mouth, no doubt ready to argue. “But I was there earlier and it’s… not pretty. It might be too much for you.”

“I saw my sister in Chicago,” she said, much to your surprise. “She taught me how to… confront my pain, to use it,” she closed her eyes. “I will be okay.” 

“Well I’ll be there to help,” you smiled reassuringly at her, faltering when she shook her head. 

“No, you’re not coming with us,” El said.

You scoffed in disbelief. “As fucking if!” 

She said your name impatiently, willing you to listen. “With me closing the gate, and the Mind Flayer getting burned out of Will, what if more dogs get sent to go after everyone else here?” 

“I’m sorry,” you laughed without humor. “But what the fuck?” you turned angrily towards Hopper. “It’s bad enough she’s going at all, but you expect me to just stay here?”

“Geez, tell us how you really feel,” Dustin muttered.

The glare you shot him made him squeak. 

“I’m the strongest one here,” you said matter-of-factly, turning back to the two. “And I should be the only one going. Both of you should stay here!”

“Yes!” Mike nodded. “Let her go instead.” He shrank back at the look of betrayal on El’s face. “El, I can’t lose you again!”

Hopper rubbed his hand down his face. “Would it help if I said I want neither of you to go?”

You scoffed once more for good measure. Furiously, you ground your teeth together, fighting the urge to ignore them and just teleport to the lab on your own. You never teleported that far before, but you’d been successful with it all day. “You’re out of your damn mind if you think I’m staying here!”

El tugged at your arm, her eyes shining with emotion as she whispered your name again, ignoring the man completely. “I can do this. I know I can. I wasn’t here earlier and you…” she paused, looking down. “You’re the one who saved them before. I saw everything in the void… it was a long bus ride!” She blushed at your raised eyebrow. “It’s just,” El paused, looking at the remainder of the group. “They can’t fight those dogs without you, all they have is… his bat.” She wrinkled her nose at Steve, who cradled his nail-covered weapon protectively like she’d just insulted his child.  

“So you stay here then,” you argued loudly, gripping her shoulders. “El, it doesn’t matter that you weren’t here before—”

“—it matters to me!”

“What matters is that you’re all safe.” She looked like she was about to cry, and you couldn’t help but soften your tone. “You don’t make decisions like this just because you want to prove yourself. And you,” you looked pointedly with irritation at Hopper. “Don’t encourage her to. I’m the outsider,” you stood up straight. “I’m the one who goes.”

“I don’t need to prove myself,” the girl hissed back. “And you’re not an outsider, idiot.”

You almost wanted to laugh, she’d never called you that before. Is this what having a little sister is like?

She lifted her chin. “I’m different now, stronger now thanks to you. I can do this. And I know you could too,” she added. “But you've been fighting all day with basically no help.” You both rolled your eyes at the nonsensical retorts of Steve and the other two boys.

“You do look like shit,” Hopper inserted unhelpfully.

You all but growled at the man. “I’ve been through worse.”

“Let the short stack take this one,” your head whipped over to the soft voice of the other older kid in the room. Steve said your name with a hint of worry, flinching a little at the look of rage you gave him. “You’re exhausted.”

“You nearly fell asleep in the bathroom,” Max agreed. 

“Then I’ll drink a Red Bull!” you snapped at them, taking notice of the baffled looks on the faces around you. 

Maybe Red Bull hasn't been invented yet. 

“She’ll have me, kid.” Hopper decidedly ignored your slip up. “I’ll fight off the dogs, do most of the heavy lifting,” he said. “You stay here, rest for a bit, and make sure they don’t do anything stupid. Because knowing them,” he grumbled. “They probably will.”

Every ounce of your body resisted letting her go at all, let alone without you there. 

You relented after a silent staredown with El, finally pulling her into a tight hug even though all of your internal warning bells were going off. “Please stay safe.” 

 “You too,” she looked at you earnestly and walked over to Mike. 

Hopper grabbed his gun, clapped you on the shoulder, and nodded at Steve. “You’re in charge,” he told the two of you. “Time to go.” 

And they trudged around the slain bodies of the dogs, into Hopper’s truck, and out the driveway.

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off the deep end (eddie munson x henderson! reader) chapter two

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“You look different,” he said, wincing when you raised an eyebrow. You didn't understand why he was speaking to you.

Ignoring the way your heart fluttered at the sound of his voice, you slowly raked your eyes over his lithe form, feeling a little smug when you noticed his fingers twitching nervously. 

His hair had grown since you last saw him, the long curls swaying slightly with the wind. He was dressed in the same fashion as he always had; ripped jeans, a Dio sweatshirt for the chilly weather, and a black leather jacket.

But his eyes.

Those were as dark as ever, but the emotion swirling in them now was a far cry from what you had seen last year. You swallowed hard and crossed your arms. “Different?”

“Hot!” Gareth supplied, leering at you. “He means hot. Well,” he paused with a smile, winking at you before nudging his best friend and giving a once-over to the tailored pants that accentuated your wide hips. “Hotter. Welcome back honey.”

That earned a snort from you, knowing the idiot was hamming up on purpose.

“I made her smile!” he cried. “We haven’t seen those pearly whites in a while, oh, my heart can’t take it.”

A gag came from your left side. “Ew man, that’s my sister!” 

“Well she’s not mine–” He was cut off by a swift slap to the head from the taller boy next to him, whose eyes still hadn’t left you, a fact you only noticed because you, against your better judgment, were still staring at him too. 

You’d been gone for too long, you surmised. The ice around your heart had melted a little too much, particularly towards him.

“The boots,” the Dungeon Master finally said. “It’s those, um, boots.”

“My… boots.” you repeated flatly.

“Yeah,” he gestured towards them. “They look like, super European. Totally different from what you used to wear.”

“Are you serious?” Mike repeated incredulously, in that snarky tone he loved to use. “You could have mentioned that her hair is also platinum blonde now, dude. It’s practically white!”

“And shorter!” Jeff added. 

“But just as pretty as ever,” Gareth sang, dodging another hit.

“Time to go kids,” you rolled your eyes at the group of idiots, most of whom you hadn’t spoken to long before you left in May. Except for Gareth, who refused to leave you alone. “I’m not doing this on two hours of sleep. Let’s leave.” You flicked Dustin’s hat and turned around, beginning the short walk back toward your truck. “Now.” 

The two kids took off, yelling their farewells to the club as you trailed behind them. 

You spared a glance back at the sound of your name. Eddie stood alone, the rest of the club having quickly dispersed without you there to irritate. Looking pensive and much more solemn, he twisted one of the many rings on his finger, one you knew all too well, and offered a small smile. “You look good, welcome home.” 

Your heart defrosted a little more as you walked away, unable to say anything back. 

~~~~

“Alright,” you said after the kids were buckled up and Eddie was out of sight. “Spill.”

“Um,” Dustin stammered your name from the passenger seat. “I think we should wait until everyone’s together.” 

“Everyone?” you repeated, suddenly realizing there should be more passengers in your car. You looked back towards the school. “Wait, where’s the rest of you?”

“What?” 

You squinted your eyes at him. “The rest of you, Dustin! I know you two weren’t the only ones who joined Hellfire. Will? Lucas?” You chuckled, peeling out of the school parking lot. “Honestly, I half-expected Max to be in it too, thought you would’ve worn her down by now.” 

The two shared a quick glance. 

“Lucas is part of the club, but he was at the basketball game,” Mike said slowly. 

“That’s right!” You broke into a grin. God you had missed them. Your time abroad (and the therapist you’d been assigned) helped you realize how much you had pushed everyone away last year. “I remember Steve mentioning that in one of his letters. Guess I’ll have to go to the games now.” You frowned at the thought. “Hey,” you said when they didn’t continue talking (a rarity, especially for Dustin). “Don’t worry,” you ruffled Dustin’s hair, assuming their silence was because of you. “I’m better now.” 

They all but rushed to reassure you. “It’s not that at all,” your brother insisted. “I just really missed seeing you like this and…” his lip quivered. 

“We don’t want to ruin your good mood,” Mike finished. Flickering his eyes to yours in the rearview mirror, he gave you a sad smile. 

“Hmm.” You furrowed your eyebrows. “How’s Will?”

“Well,” Dustin began and your heart rate picked up at the thought of the boy.

“Is he okay?”

“Yeah, he’s fine! Great, I think,” he said hurriedly.

“You think?”

 “It’s just that… the Byers’ sort of,” he winced. “Moved.” 

“Moved?!” you shrieked, slamming on your brakes in the middle of the road, testing the boys’ seatbelts as they flew forward. “What the fuck do you mean they moved?”

“First of all, thank God the roads are empty,” your brother wheezed, holding his arms out like you were a wounded animal. “I refuse to die in a car accident after everything we’ve been through, that’d be so lame. Secondly,” he looked at you with his puppy dog eyes. “Let me call a party meeting. This needs to be something you hear from all of us. Steve wanted to give you the week to get situated before we told you but that’s all gone to shit now.”

“Steve?” You sputtered before a sense of dread filled you. “Oh fuck,” you put your head in your hands and groaned. “Something happened.”

“It’s not as bad as you think!” 

Dustin twisted around, a look of pure outrage on his face. “Really Mike? Because I feel like maybe it's a little bad.” 

“Will you just fucking tell me?” You hissed, blinking rapidly and trying to get a grip on your anxiety before it sent you into a panic attack. 

Something bad happened. It had to be bad if it forced Joyce to leave the only place she’s ever lived. Something Upside Down-level bad.

No. You closed your eyes. Don’t go there. 

The counting exercises you’d damn near perfected flickered through your head until Dustin interrupted you. “We’re gonna tell you everything,” your brother attempted to reassure you, resting a hand on your arm and abruptly yanking it back when your eyes flashed angrily at him. “But not until we can get everyone together.” He grabbed his walkie out of his bag, pulled the antenna up, and began ordering a party meeting in the Wheeler’s basement in that bossy tone he seemed to have perfected since you’d been gone. “Just give me time to round them all up.”

And round them up he did, barking orders through his device with all of the attitude of a commanding officer as you tore down the sleepy town of Hawkins, well above the speed limit. 

                ~~~~~~

Mrs. Wheeler exclaimed your name when she answered the door, delighted to see you in her home again.“You’re back!” 

“I’m back!” you weakly smiled and allowed her to pull you into a hug, trying to hold on to the semblance of control you thought you had over your emotional turmoil when you stepped on the plane to return home. 

Mrs. Wheeler paused her fawning over your new hair to snap at her husband. “Ted, look who’s here!” She shot daggers at the man who had, up until then, refused to look away from the television. 

“Oh, yay,” he replied dryly, barely sparing a glance at you. 

You rolled your eyes. Fucking Ted. Glad to see he hadn’t changed, at least. You sent Mrs. Wheeler a fake smile and clapped Dustin on the shoulder harshly, pushing him towards the basement. “Let’s get this shit show started.”

Nancy strolled downstairs first, unsurprising, given you were in her house, after all. You hugged her tightly and answered the flurry of random questions about your trip in a constrained voice, partly because of your anxiety about whatever they were going to tell you and partly because you couldn’t remember the last time you had actually had a normal conversation with the girl. You vaguely recalled beaming a hairbrush at her during the last chat you had. 

Your brother had (annoyingly) insisted that she remain quiet about what happened until everyone arrived, which meant you were stuck talking about the upcoming school semester (a topic you dreaded) until the arrival of someone else made you gasp.

Lucas, clad in his Hawkins basketball sweatsuit, bounded down the stairs next, quickly gripping you in a hug. “Damn Sinclair,” you whistled at the boy, making his cheeks burn. “You’re almost my height now. What are they feeding you?”

You looked towards the stairs when you parted, surprised that the last two kids of the party, sans Will, weren’t here yet. “Are El and Max running late? I know about the Byers’ moving, but where are my girls?” you smiled at the thought of them. “They made me promise to tell them all about the boys in Italy when I came back.” 

“Uh, no, no they’re not.” Lucas’s face dropped, and he glanced at Mike and Dustin. “You guys didn’t tell her?” 

“Honestly!” Your brother threw his hands up. “What do you think we’re here for?”

You were just about to pinch him when one of your favorite voices in the world caught your attention. “–Henderson!”  

Your heart leaped, your feet scrambling up the stairs to meet your best friend halfway in a hug before you could even think. The familiar smell of Steve Harrington draped over you like a warm blanket as he practically knocked you over. “Glad to see you haven’t forgotten about me.”

“Yeah right,” he pulled you back at arm’s length with a laugh, practically vibrating with happiness at seeing you. “All I did was complain for eight months! I had to put up with Shitbird twice as much just so I could get my Henderson fill.”

Both of you ignored Dustin’s noise of complaint.

“Nice vest,” you commented, finally clocking the Family Video logo he was sporting. “Scoops get too boring for you? Was the hat finally too much?”

“You know that hat was awful.” He barely concealed his panic, tugging you back in for another hug. “We’ll get to that in a minute.” 

“Great,” you mumbled, the dread resurfacing.

Steve pulled back again, keeping his hands on your shoulders in a closer position to you so he could talk quieter. “Look at your hair,” he cooed. “It’s beautiful,” he tugged at a lock and smiled softly, his eyes telling a much deeper story of how he was feeling than what he would say in front of the kids. Your heart ached when you saw him blinking away tears. “You look healthy Henderson. Seems like being abroad did you well.” 

“Yeah well,” you coughed and gave a small smile. “I needed something different. Hair holds memories, you know.” Clearing your throat, you continued, the ghost of a nightmare floating through your mind. “Not too many good ones with my long hair recently. Wanted to start fresh and all.” 

His smile faltered for a second, quickly returning with ease. “And the blonde?” 

“That was a too-much-vodka decision.” Something creaked behind Steve, interrupting your laughter and you noticed someone was hovering on the stairs. You did a double-take upon recognizing the girl who looked like she wanted to fold in on herself. “Buckley? What the hell are you doing here?” 

“Oh!” She jerked into a flurry of action, hurrying down the stairs and fussing with her vest, identical to Steve’s, you noticed. “Well, that little nightmare over there called the store and insisted we were having a party meeting, so uh,” she winced. “Present? Your hair, um, looks really pretty,” she added with a hint of pink creeping up her cheeks. “By the way.”

“Thanks.” You’ve known the girl for years, having been acquaintances throughout school and then growing into sort of friends by association when she and Steve worked at the ice cream shop. “So you got dragged into this mess, too, huh?” 

“It’s my own fault for choosing a summer job at the mall,” she responded, laughing nervously. “But hey, now that we’re at Family Video, Dingus and I get free movies and there’s been significantly fewer Russians to torture us there, so I think it’s going pretty well.”

“I’m sorry,” the polite smile that you’d perfected abroad slipped off your face, all traces of your polite friendliness disappearing. “Did you just say Russians?”  

“I guess it’s time to talk,” Dustin sighed, pulling you towards the couch. “Sit down sis, you probably shouldn’t be standing.”

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Blindsided. 

Staring down at your bloody palms, you only vaguely felt the pain from where your nails had dug in too harshly during the group’s spiel. 

You felt completely and utterly blindsided. 

Numbly, you allowed Nancy to wipe your hands with a paper towel, aware of the tension as they all stared uneasily at each other, no doubt expecting a meltdown of similar proportions to the one that had prompted you to leave for Europe in the first place. 

It’s not completely out of the question, you mused, feeling like you were drowning in the waves of anger, betrayal, guilt, and grief that threatened to undo the work you’d done for the past eight months all for your mental health. 

At least there’s not a hair brush near me.

“So,” you paused, squeezing your eyes shut and counting backward from ten twice, repeating the mantra your therapist abroad had encouraged you to focus on when you felt a spiral coming. 

The kids are safe. You told yourself, opening your eyes and staring at the sorrow-filled eyes of your little brother and his friends.

My friends are safe. Your best friend bit his lip anxiously, shaking his head to cut Mike off when the kid opened his mouth to fill the silence. He understood you were still processing. 

There’s no more danger.

You wanted to snort. As fucking if. That part of the mantra hadn’t been your idea, for obvious reasons, but the government therapist that had been assigned to you insisted. Not that he ever  truly understood the scale of what danger you’d faced to begin with, of course.

Taking a deep breath, you tried to remain as calm as you could while you repeated it nonetheless. 

The kids are safe. My friends are safe. There’s no more danger.

Swallowing hard, you started out simply. “So Russians… infiltrated Hawkins. And reopened the gate.” 

The kids are safe. My friends are safe. There’s no more danger.

Lucas cleared his throat. “And the Mind Flayer, um, that also happened.”

“Right,” you repeated softly and let out a disbelieving laugh, staring at the floor shocked, but not surprised that yet another monster had made its way through to your dimension. Only after accumulating a mass of Hawkins flesh, which nearly caused you to hurl when Dustin described it in gory detail. “And the Mind Flayer.” Would we ever run out of D&D names to attribute to the monsters? 

The kids are safe. My friends are safe. There’s no more danger.

“She’s taking this better than you said she would,” Robin whispered loudly to Steve. The nasty look you shot caused the girl to lean back with her mouth shut in seconds. Just exactly how close were they now? 

Steve called your name hesitantly, carefully kneeling down in front of you. “You understand why we couldn’t tell you, right?”  

You prided yourself on being logical, or as logical as one could be when they’ve fought monsters and know a girl with superpowers. You knew they were probably threatened by the government, just like you were last time. And you knew how hard it must have been to keep this secret from you.

And yet, you really didn’t care.

“You want me to say I understand,” you whispered incredulously, eyes blazing. “That you lied to me, you all lied to me!” you swept your glare around the room. “For months!” 

Logic be damned, the sting of betrayal was too harsh to consider their feelings. 

“It’s not so much that we lied to you as just… we didn't tell you,” Dustin tried to say, recoiling back when you looked at him.

“Lying by omission is still lying!” you yelled. “Mom literally says that all the time!” 

He hung his head. 

“I’m not dumb, I know our phones and tapped and any letters you sent could've been searched but you could’ve said something!” you screamed at your brother. “The handful of times you actually did write to me you only talked about the thousands of dates Steve went on,–”

“–thousand is a bit of an overstatement–”

“– but never anything about what happened in July or El and the Byers’ moving or you know,” you waved your hand hysterically, a stray tear falling out. “Hopper! How could none of you tell me that, at least?” your voice cracked as you directed the question to Steve. It hurt most that he hadn’t told you of the man passing away. 

That explained why you didn’t receive any letters from Hopper after June, you realized with a sniff.  He had died a couple months after you left.

Pushing that thought down for later, you closed your eyes to avoid bursting into tears at the mournful expression on Steve’s face. 

“I could’ve come back!” you said, your tone conveying your despair. “Fuck, I would’ve come back! Sure, I wouldn’t have made it back in time to punch a Russian or throw a firework at a monster or whatever,” you scoffed. “But I could’ve been here to help after, I could’ve said goodbye to the Byers and El! I-” you broke off, a sob finally escaping your mouth, your hands covering your face as you started to cry, words slipping out in a whisper. “I could’ve gone to Hopper’s funeral.”

Everyone remained silent. None of them, except for Steve and Dustin on rare occasions, had seen you cry before.

“Shit hit the fan again, just like I said it would,” you sniffed and stood up, fury and despair leaking into your words as you began to pace across the floor. “And I was told that I was just paranoid, that I was being crazy,” you spat, wiping a few tears away angrily to direct the last part to Nancy, who looked at you guiltily. “I told Hopper and Joyce, I told them that monsters that evil don’t just disappear, they wait. Closing a portal doesn’t kill them. And what did they say?” you asked rhetorically, sweeping your eyes across the room. “Go to school! Be a normal teenager and forget all of this even happened!” you laughed bitterly. “So excuse me for being a little upset that I just found out my baby brother and all of my friends had to fight goddamn Russians and another inter-dimensional monster while I was in Europe dyeing my fucking hair!”

The group winced in unison at the pitch you reached.

“You needed to stay away,” Steve said gently. “You left for a reason,” he said when you opened your mouth to argue, sounding much older than nineteen. “No one blames you for not being here.”

I do. 

“Babe, the shit we’ve dealt with,” Nancy said, letting out a dry laugh. “It's a lot. It affects us all differently. What happened last year…” she trailed off. “We were all so proud of you for doing what you needed to do, even if that meant leaving us for a while, especially when we weren’t the best at supporting you, that we didn’t want to try and explain it in a letter. But we're sorry,” she added tearfully. “We're- god, I’m so fucking sorry that I didn't tell you about Hopper or the Byers’. It’s just, your letters said you were doing so well.”

“We didn’t want to ruin your program,” Dustin sniffed. 

You stared at the floor. I’m so selfish for leaving.You thought of Hopper, who had been the one to encourage you to go abroad in the first place. I left him here to die. 

“I want to go home,” you said, shaking your head. “I-I can’t do this. I thought… fuck,” you scoffed. “I actually thought everything would be better now.”

“It is!” Dustin insisted earnestly. “El closed the gate, for good this time!”

“The Mind Flayer,” Lucas added. “And all of the Russians, they’re gone too! It’s finally over.”

You said nothing, staring at them sadly. Too young. We’re all too fucking young. And they said Erica had been there too? 

“That gate might be closed,” you finally said, crossing your arms. “But that world is still there. There could be other gates we don’t know about.”

“What do you mean?” Steve frowned. 

“How did the Russians find out about the Upside Down in the first place?” you asked seriously. “And aside from worrying about people in our own dimension, the gate in Hawkins being shut doesn’t kill the creatures lurking there,” a shiver ran down your spine. “Fighting monsters three times in three years isn’t a coincidence, it’s a routine.” With a tired wipe of your face, you chose to swallow the rest of your thoughts for later. The jet lag and emotional turmoil had finally caught up to you and you didn’t feel like bringing the mood down any more than you just had. “Let’s go, Dustin. I need to… process everything,” you muttered as you moved quickly up the stairs. 

“Henderson,” Steve rushed behind you. “You’re not retreating into yourself again, you can’t.” he frowned as he looked up at you. “Not after all the progress you’ve made.”

The kids are safe. My friends are safe. There’s no more- well, you snorted internally, shooting Steve a look. You didn’t respond to him, trudging up the stairs a different person than who you were when you came down earlier. 

The drive home felt like hours; Dustin was uncharacteristically silent, tossing you worried glances the whole way. Nausea tinged your senses, the gravity of what you’d been told seemed to finally hit you. 

In a frenzy you locked the door behind Dustin, hugged him tightly without saying a word, and bounded up the stairs two at a time, bursting into your bedroom that you hadn’t seen in eight months. You ran straight for the bathroom to throw up violently, sobbing while you heaved into the toilet.

Hopper. You couldn’t imagine how El felt. 

Your heart panged, you didn’t even get to say goodbye. You vowed to get the Byers’ phone number from Dustin later.

You ignored his knocks on your door, unable to look at your brother’s face. 

I’ll never forgive myself for leaving.

Sitting on the shower floor for a while, you let the water beat over you until it ran cold, and cried.

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“I’m not going to hurt you, darling. I’m simply here,” you shuddered as you felt a breath of air rush against your ear. “To save you.”

"To save me," you repeated. "From what?"

Henry scoffed. “From the lab, from your home.” The man paused, a bit of anger slipping into his tone. “From this world. You see, I’ve got a plan.”

It was then that he touched you. He never appeared in front of you, but you knew the warmth cupping your face had to be him. “And you’re going to help me.”

In which you, the top pupil of Hawkins Lab, find yourself out of your element in a town you don't recognize anymore.

You suppose traveling four decades into the past could be worse, especially when you meet a group of people who make it hard for you to leave.

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resonance (steve harrington x superpower! reader) chapter six

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“Well fuck,” you sighed, handing Lucas back his binoculars. The roaring echoed throughout the grounds. “And you said those things came from under the lab?”

“It might not look like it, but that building is full of secrets,” Dustin said. 

Don’t I know it. You snorted, ignoring the weird look he threw you.

“Do you think there’s anyone inside?" Max asked hesitantly.

At the boys’ stares, she rolled her eyes, a little sassiness peeking out through her shock from finding out monsters really exist. “Anyone human?” 

“If there are, they probably aren’t alive,” Lucas said bluntly, wincing apologetically at Max’s sharp intake of breath. “Sorry.” 

You adjusted your braid, silently agreeing with the boy.

“It’s on lockdown,” Dustin mused.  “Something must have happened.”

“Yeah,” you heard Steve scoff from your side. “Those fucking things happened, which is why none of us are going near that building.”

“That’s right,” you nodded firmly, catching his eye. “None of you are.” Glancing back at the building, you decided it was time to break away from the group. “This has been, like, super fun, but I’ve gotta blast.”

“Hey!” you heard Steve shout to your back as you began teleporting down the hill carefully, taking caution to squint hard into the darkness before popping a couple of yards at a time. He cursed from far behind, pulling a giggle from you as the group had clearly begun to sprint after you disappeared. “What are you doing?” 

“Didn’t we already have this conversation?” You called back wryly, glancing a little at the dark trees around you. You realized you were near the area where Hopper and El had found you. 

Shuddering a little, you continued towards the lab with cautious eyes, passing the barbed fence that surrounded the building into the entrance of the grounds, and noticing a couple of cars parked in front. You were just about to teleport again when the sound of clumsy, loud footsteps clamored from behind you. 

You groaned. Hopper did say they were persistent. 

“Quick question,” you said loudly with a bright, dazzling smile when you realized they were determined to follow you. You abruptly spun, nearly whipping Lucas in the face with your braid. “What exactly is your plan here? You’re gonna just waltz in behind me?” you asked snarkily, waving your arm around. “With what, just a slingshot?” You put your hands on your hips, mimicking Steve, who looked supremely pissed off at the boys. “From what I just saw, neither one of you can go hand-to-hand with those dogs, so why would I let you come with me? You’d just be a distraction.”

Dustin and Lucas began to babble defensively about their fighting skills, causing you to stare at them with an open mouth. “Jesus, do you two have no sense of self-preservation?” You looked at them again, absolutely stunned. “No.” At your sudden change in demeanor, they paused, freezing a little when you leaned close to their faces, playful tone nowhere to be seen. “This isn’t a game, you can’t just throw yourselves in danger without knowing how to defend yourselves and no, a slingshot with a few rocks doesn’t count,” you added when Lucas began gesturing towards it again. “You’ll get someone hurt or worse, killed.” You couldn’t look at Dustin without thinking of what your mother had told you all those years ago. 

You shook your head. “You aren’t coming with me into that lab, because I have a job to do, and you need to lea—” Your lecture was cut short by the sound of leaves crunching from across the clearing, and in no time at all you had quickly swept the group behind you with your hand, pushing them a few feet away. You pulled your knife out and scanned the perimeter, ready to attack. You wouldn’t let Henry hurt them, if he decided now was the time for a reunion with you. 

But it wasn’t Henry, you realized soon enough. 

It was just two teenagers, a boy and a girl, who had walked away from their car, no doubt trying to investigate the noise your group had been making. You wanted to roll your eyes. “Seriously? Does everyone in this town just enjoy late-night walks through the forest?”

“Jonathan?” Dustin exclaimed from behind you as they came closer under the moonlight. 

Max pointed her flashlight toward them, harshly illuminating their faces. “Nancy?” Steve asked, and you recognized the inquisitive girl from the store. 

“Steve?” both of them responded, clearly not expecting to see him here. 

“Jesus Christ, not the name game again,” the redhead rolled her eyes, making you grin as you walked away from the group to teleport to the security booth. 

You weren’t surprised in the slightest when they began to follow.

“What are you two even doing out here?” Steve’s voice echoed throughout the clearing. 

The girl, Nancy, responded. “We're looking for Mike and Will.”

Mike and Will are missing? You hummed. That seemed odd, but then you remembered how many times the phone had rung earlier. Could it have been them? Or Joyce? Shit, you thought suddenly, what if they were here for an appointment? 

“They're not in there, are they?” Dustin said, clearly on the same wavelength as you. 

“We're not sure,” Jonathan responded. “Why?” 

The screeching from the building answered his question, more or less.

Straightening your spine, you berated yourself for allowing yourself to get distracted. You quickly scanned the old security panel for any sign of power, pushing at the defunct buttons. The group had caught up and moved in around you, also hitting every button they could find as if it would help. Letting out an irritated sigh, you squeezed by Jonathan, ignoring the teen’s reddening cheeks as your body slid by his. “Uh, who are you?” 

“That’s Y/N!” Lucas answered for you while he slammed the defunct power lever up and down. “She has superpowers, just like El!” 

You heard Nancy answer. “We can see that, thanks.” 

“She saved our asses,” Dustin rushed out, shoving Jonathan out of the way to hit more buttons. “We would have been demodog food if she didn’t show up.”

"Demodog?”

“It’s like a demogorgan but a dog! It’s a compound!”

“She literally just pushed us back with her mind when we heard you!”

“Can you please finish this somewhere else?” you asked from the gate that blocked the lab’s front doors, teleporting to the other side. “Preferably far away from here.” 

“No, Y/N!” Steve exclaimed, putting a hand up to the fence. “Let me go in with you!”

“Wait,” Nancy shook her head bewilderedly. “You’re not actually going in the lab, are you?”

You shot her a dumbfounded look back, as you thought it was fairly obvious that yes, that was what you were doing. “If there’s a chance either of those kids are inside with those things, then obviously I’m going in.”

Shooting a pointed glare to the two kids you knew would try to follow you, you bid them farewell and a stern, “Don’t follow me,” and teleported to the front of the lab, wordlessly throwing the doors open with your mind. You spared a glance back, seeing Steve and Jonathan yanking down the younger boys from the fenced-off gate where they were, once again, trying to follow you. 

You couldn’t help but snort at their determination before you threw the doors open.

The lab you knew in the future didn’t exist yet, that much you were certain. You felt like you had just entered a horror movie scene. A silent emergency light flickered, illuminating various bodies throughout the halls that once smelled like artificial cherry. 

Now all you could smell was the terrible stench of blood. Lucas was right. 

You took a deep breath and buried your emotions, easily forcing the part of you that was fucking horrified deep, deep down. In all your time working for the lab, you’d never seen this many mangled bodies all at once. 

Silently popping down the hallway, you carefully avoided the deceased staff and their puddles of blood. This was all for naught, however, as the power was suddenly slammed back on and you heard the doors to another hall further away from you be thrown open. 

Your arms went up in a defensive stance at the sound of pounding feet, ready to face whoever was coming, but instead, your jaw dropped at the sight of a familiar man who was running with a child in his arms. 

“Hopper?” you exclaimed, utterly surprised. Guess that explains why he was late.

His eyes bulged out. The poor man was clearly in a state of panic when he yelled your name. “What the hell are you doing in here?” He looked you up and down before casting his eyes all around you, no doubt looking for El. 

“She’s not here,” you said, and you saw utter relief pass through his body at the statement. “And I’ve been tracking those demodogs all day, saw them earlier this week and meant to tell you about it but you know,” you waved nonchalantly, stepping a bit further away from a body on the floor near you. “You said you hated me and all that.”

He snorted and had just opened his mouth to argue when a younger voice piped up from his other side. 

Another kid had been hiding behind him. “Who’s not here?” 

Well hot damn, you thought, recognizing the scowl he was sporting and the bowl cut on the other kid Hopper was holding. Guess Mike and Will are here.  

Deciding it was better to have this conversation another time, you turned back to Hopper. “I ran into your other hooligans, they’re all waiting outside.”

He cursed and then looked up, jerking back to face the doors he had just kicked through as if he suddenly remembered the danger you all were in while you chatted amongst the bodies. “Shit, Bob and Joyce! They were supposed to be right behind us—” 

“—I’m on it,” you cut him off. “Take them outside, they shouldn’t be here for this,” you gestured towards Mike and Will.  

“My car is out there too,” he said, already stepping over a leg to start walking towards the entrance. “I’ll hand him off and come back for you.”

You nodded, cracking your neck and took off the way they came. 

“Be careful!” Hopper screamed behind you, no doubt planning the thousand different ways he planned to lock your ass in his cabin for good if you managed to come out of this alive. 

An eerie silence enveloped you once more as you teleported down the hallway. It didn’t take long to find Joyce, her wailing practically echoed down the halls as you stumbled upon an entirely too gruesome sight after pushing through another set of doors. “Jesus.”

You assumed the man on the floor was Bob, who looked like he had only just been taken down by one of the creatures. It was still gnawing at his intestines, yanking them out to nibble at like they were hors d'oeuvres until you finally thrust your arm out to choke it, throwing its lifeless body towards the wall with barely a glance.

“No!” Joyce let out an earth-shattering scream, one that would have really shaken you if you weren’t so focused on the other three demodogs that had entered the space. You stepped in front of the adults, holding your hands out to begin flinging the monsters around like they were ragdolls. “Joyce,” you called out. You were hesitant to take your eyes off of them to see how Bob was doing, certain they’d pounce if your attention was elsewhere. Grunting, you slammed the stupid things into the ground repeatedly until they stopped moving. You would have rather enjoyed torturing the creatures a bit, given how fond you had grown of Joyce. Hearing her like this was almost unbearable, and you felt the dark part of yourself yearning to make the reason for her pain suffer.  

But alas, you breathed heavily, barely wincing at the gross noises that were erupting from the dogs, no revenge for me tonight. You killed the last one, sparing a glance at the door that more creatures were currently heaving themselves against, and knew you had to get out of here. You pulled a vending machine in front of the door, hoping it’d hold them off until you left. “Joyce, we have to go.” You felt a drop of blood streaming down your nose from the exertion, which hadn’t happened to you in quite some time.

“Not without Bob,” she insisted, refusing to abandon him. You wiped your nose, looking down at the man with pity.

Poor bastard, you thought grimly. Joyce’s hands were bright red from where she was hysterically trying to stop the bleeding from his side to no avail. “I won’t! I can’t leave without him!”

“Joyce,” you repeated, your mask cracking just a bit at her pain, knowing she’d never be able to stop that bleeding. Kneeling beside her, you took note of his injuries, frowning even deeper when you realized they were undoubtedly fatal. You looked into his eyes and swore you could already see the light slipping out of them. 

He mumbled incoherently, whispering nonsense. Joyce began to plead with you. “Y/N, can you do something? Anything.” She begged. “Honey, you must know something to help him. Please, please help him.”

You steeled yourself again, setting the mask back in place, and mentally flipped through every first aid method, power-related or otherwise, that you’d been taught, coming up short. The monster had pulled his intestines out for fuck’s sake, and he’d already lost too much blood. It was pooling around where the two of you were, and Joyce was fucking covered in it. 

There was no solution. Even if you managed to close the gaping hole in his body, there was no way Bob could live. 

“I can help him pass peacefully,” you eventually said, knowing you were about to crush her. “Make him feel no pain and… see something else, in his mind.” 

She screamed in response. You’d never felt guiltier.

Hopper suddenly burst into the hallway, halting when he saw the man on the floor.

“Joyce…” you heard Bob say weakly. “I love you.” 

You turned your head to the other door again, where the vending machine was being slowly but surely nudged out of the way as the dogs continued to pound at them. Fucking hell. 

Joyce heard them too, and she met your eyes, nodding after biting back another wave of tears. “Do it.” 

You instructed her to hold his hand, so he’d feel the woman he loved as he passed and placed your own on Bob’s forehead. Swiftly you entered his mind, easily constructing a landscape that you thought would be peaceful for him. 

He lay on a picnic blanket in a grassy meadow, one you knew existed not too far from the Byers’ house, his head in Joyce’s lap as she sat in a pretty sundress with a glass of lemonade. They were smiling. 

For a last-minute mind vision, you did pretty damn well, considering the situation you were in. You remembered Joyce telling you of the date he had taken her only a couple of weeks ago, the one she claimed made her feel like a teenager again. 

And with her name on Bob’s last breath, you closed the eyes of a man you’d never met but had heard so much about before slipping out of the empty void that now remained.

“Kid, we need to leave now, ” Hopper yelled, cocking a gun you hadn’t noticed before in the direction of the dogs, eyes frantically darting between where you sat and the doors. 

Joyce was still sobbing, and you stood up slowly, locking eyes with Hopper. “Take her and leave. I’ll meet you outside,” you said calmly, cracking your knuckles and pulling out the hunting knife. 

“What the fuck? No! ” he screamed but went to grab the woman anyways, gently pulling her into his arms. “There’s too many of them! If they’re breaking those damn doors down, you’re coming with us!”

“I said I’ll meet you outside Hop,” you firmly stated, evenly staring at him. “I can teleport, let me give you a headstart. Don’t worry, this won’t take long,”  you cracked a smile. “Give me, like,” you shot your eyes towards the dogs, “… two minutes, tops.”

Hopper had the foresight to pick Joyce up and throw her over his shoulder by the time the doors broke open. “If you’re not back in two minutes, I’m coming back!” he repeated, turning on his heel and running the hell out of there. 

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself as several of the dogs crashed through the entrance, piling on each other towards you.

Exhaling, you burst into action. 

Rows and rows of teeth snapped at you, slime and spit flying with gusto on you. One lunged towards Bob and all at once, you saw red. 

…

Panting a little, you yanked your knife out of the last dog that was in the room before taking off in a sprint towards the entrance, knowing that more must have been coming from the distant roars that echoed throughout the building. 

After jumping over the dead monsters, you slammed those damn doors closed again before teleporting to the front of the lab, nearly slamming into Hopper. 

“Two minutes, my ass ,” he spat, pulling you in for a quick hug before shoving you toward his car, noticing the way you winced. “Any of that yours?”

“Some,” you responded, trying to quell your shaking from the adrenaline (and residual fear) rushing through your body. Though you were wearing all black, you were fucking soaked in blood. You could feel it drying on your clothes, splattered across your face, and after looking down, noticed it had stained your hands as well. 

One of the dogs had clawed down your left arm, and a slow stream of red was flowing steadily from the rip in both the sweater and jacket you wore, but as far as you were concerned, compared to Bob, it was barely even a scratch.

A cacophony of swearing screeched from the back seat when you hopped into the car. Dustin, Steve, Lucas, and Max were inside, talking over each other as they gawked at your bloody form. “What the hell happened? ”

“Nothing much.” You panted, pulling off the jacket and yanking your sweater over your head shamelessly, leaving just your sports bra on. “Lots of dogs, lots of death.” You looked at them wryly. “Glad you two boneheads finally listened and didn’t follow me, that would’ve been like, ten years' worth of trauma for you.”

“Are you okay?” Steve asked just as Hopper jumped inside the car and tore like a bat out of hell into the forest. Jonathan and Nancy had already taken off with Joyce, Mike, and Will. “I know you’re like, covered in blood, but it looks like you’re bleeding too.”

“Just a parting gift from one of Dustin’s pets.” The look of anguish that washed over the kid’s face made you snort. “Kidding, ‘tis but a scratch,” you sighed, watching your bright red hands continue to shake. You couldn’t force your flat tone to sound upbeat at the lame joke, the memory of Joyce’s screams still echoing inside your mind. 

“You’re covered in blood and quoting Monty Python ?” Dustin asked bewilderedly. “What the hell?”

“Doesn’t look like just a scratch,” Max commented, shoving her way closer to you. “Hope you have some good stain remover, Chief. Blood is hard to take out of fabrics and that seat’s gonna have a gnarly smell if you don’t take it out immediately.”

“How do you know that?” you heard Lucas ask.

“Harrington!” Hopper barked suddenly. You were all tossed to the left as he drifted through a sharp turn down the dark road. “There’s a first aid kit in the back. Help her, that cut looks deep.”

“I’m fine , Hop,” you said, but twisted around to watch as the group scrambled to find it. They bickered even in chaos, shoving each other in the tight space as if it’d help locate the kit faster. 

“Got it!” Lucas exclaimed, holding it out like a trophy. 

Steve snatched the kit from him and leaned in close to you over the console, looking carefully at the cut. “Don’t think you’ll need stitches,” he hummed after he eventually stopped the bleeding, quickly using hydrogen peroxide wipes to clean it. 

“So Upside Down monster germs… how do those work?” you asked, bracing yourself against the sting of the wipe. “Think it’ll get infected?”

“What, afraid you’ll get superpowers or something?” Steve teased, his eyes flickering up to meet yours warmly. With him this close, you noticed his eyes were a deep hazel with flecks of gold inside. 

Hopper cleared his throat a little too aggressively and you suddenly felt the man’s eyes burn into your skin, knowing damn well he was thinking of the much older Steve you had mentioned knowing in the future. 

“Keep it in your pants, Harrington,” Dustin said loudly, shrinking back only slightly when he received a glare from the older boy.  You snorted. “So, Y/N, how do you and Hopper know each other?”

You blinked at the kid’s audacity. 

He blinked back. “You called him Hop,” he explained. “And he hugged you. I’ve gotten hurt plenty of times in front of him and he’s never even asked how I’m doing.”

“Twisting your ankle on the way to the restroom isn’t the same as taking on a hoard of monsters, kid,” Hopper rolled his eyes. 

“Besides,” you laughed, glancing at your newly wrapped arm courtesy of Steve, who snorted at Dustin’s indignant noise. “It’s none of your business.”

“That’s not fair!” 

You rolled your eyes, turning back around to the front. “Tough shit,” Hopper huffed. 

“But—” 

“—It's not up for debate Hender—” he cut off with a spare glance at you. “ Dustin. She just saved all of our asses back there and since you kids have found yourself wrapped up in this shit yet again instead of being safe at home, I’d suggest you stop talking,” he stated in an irritated tone. 

“Why don’t you take them home?” you asked, watching the road ahead of you for any stray demodogs.

“Can’t break up the Scooby-Doo gang this late in the game,” he muttered furiously, flying through a stop sign. “As annoying as they are, they’ll always find a way to group up and at this point,” he looked back at the kids in the rearview. “It’s safer for us all to be together. We need to figure out what the hell is going on.”

“All that blood,” Max cut in, and a wave of melancholy washed over the group. “Is everyone in the party okay?”

“It’s mostly from the demodogs,” you replied gently, aware of how much of a shock this whole night must have been for her since she wasn't in this chaos last year. “And um, Bob’s.” You lowered your head. “It’s Bob’s too.”

You found yourself silent, along with the rest of the car’s occupants, for the rest of the drive.

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