✨Various x Reader One-Shots✨

𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 | 𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝙼𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚗 | 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜

Y/n steps off her motorcycle, before shoving the keys in her pockets.
This was the spot, if 11 had run- which she knew she did- she could be around Hawkins. She had stopped disaster from striking here before, so why wouldn't she be here now? Waiting for someone like her to find her- waiting like she was. To find people like her. Maybe she was lonely like her.
She walks through the poorly conditioned halls of Hawkins High, until hearing yells and clatter.

A lightbulb flicks in her mind, sending her to a large set of doors.
Do we have a winner?
The moment she opened the doors, eyes were on her. She didn't look like she belonged- with most. Not growing up with a crowd or a set of parents does that to someone, they don't quite grasp social queues.

But it was fine because she would find someone like her soon. If this was a jackpot.
As y/n walks through the tables kids stare and some giggle and whisper. "Hey."
She turns around to the sound, a boy- much taller wearing a bright jacket, with an ugly hat.
He probably thought it made him look like a bad boy, and he was right-he did look bad.
Looked very tacky.

"Lost Freak?" Y/n's eyes stayed the same, wide and curious. After a momentary scan, she knew it wasn't 11, and moved right past him.
Shaved heads? Overgrown hair?
She really had little to go on, besides those little tattoos on their wrists.
So she went with that.

She went up to a group of cheerleaders and sat next to them. Most stared over in confusion, "Hey Freak- get the fuck out of here! That seat's taken." You watched her closely and jumped on the table. Y/n lifted up her sleeve and nothing.
The girl pulled back with a gasp.

"Hey! Get away from her!" Y/n ignored the yells of a local jock and pulled another girl's sleeve. "I said-" He pulled on her hood, she turned lazily. "Got nothing to say? You're freaking everyone out. Do you even go here?" Y/n furrows her brows and socks him in the face. Usually, that'd hurt a girl of your muscle measure- but instead of some mind-moving powers- you were a voodoo doll.

Your eyes remained on the blonde, his fist was crushed- instead of yours. She clasps her fists together and slams it into his nose again, knocking him back into one of the girl's tables. You pulled your eyelid down and stuck out your tongue. It was a quick distraction, so y/n went back to checking wrists- and forcing their sleeves seemed to stir up loser guys. So she dug through the nearest backpack.

Y/n raised her now scribbled lined paper.
It wrote
011?
Yes, it was messy, considering you had to learn writing later in your life, but it was readable. Y/n pounced on a nearby crowded table to show the paper.

"Get off the table Witch!"
She looked around, but no takers. She whistles, terribly to gather more attention. Until she sees some widened eyes to the side. Y/n jumps from table to table until landing on the boy's one. She waves the paper in front of Mike and Dustin- who are both trying to hold poker faces.

"Looks like we got an intruder... Guys." Eddie smirks, stepping onto the table with you. He steps closer to your body, you stand up and shrink the gap further. Y/n stares up at the boy, before shoving the paper to his face. Eddie takes it from her, "you're on a Quest..!" He lightens up, "You hear that guy- she's on a Quest!" Eddie does a quick spin cheer, before looking at the paper closer. "Now- you're looking for something with an 11 on it... In a high school."

Mike gulped, catching Eddie's eye. "Hey- Wheeler! What's the deal- you know something." Mike looks the other way before sputtering out some nonsense about not knowing what Eddie is talking about. Y/n furrows their brows and takes the paper from the boy close to her. With a step, she was pinning Mike to the ground and shoving the paper to his face. She began to click her tongue, mimicking a clock.

The whole room glanced over, some shouting 'fight' and others 'ooo'. "Fuck what's it take to get that attention around here?" Eddie smirks, jumping down and crouching to Mike's level- on the floor. "Tell this nice girl and I'm sure you'll be off in no time- right?" You smile. "Pretty sure that's a yes, Wheeler.."

"Get off him, young lady!"
A biology teacher stomps to the scene, holding a few messy papers- likely detention forms. A boy stood behind her- the same one you had totaled minutes ago. Y/n got up slowly and grabbed a paper from her folder, slapping it on the table to write. Eddie slowly peeks over at the writing- only for you to cover it with a smirk. "I see how it is.."

You hold up the yellow slip to the lady.
'Go away : )'
Y/n smiles before cornering Mike again, pulling up her sleeves. "I don't know any Elevens- I don't I swear-" You show him your tattoo. Mike's eyes darted straight to the numbers. "Did I say I didn't I may know someone who does.." Mike begins, "We know! We know El!" Dustin pipes in, before the old woman grabs your arm. You pull down your sleeve before knocking her off balance with a pull. "Give me your Name! You are coming with me- Now!"

"No- uh, Ms.Bushers- this is my cousin- she's so lost- so lost- she doesn't speak hardly any English! You know how it is- and he scared her- that's all!" Dustin begins, "You wouldn't scare away a local foreigner would you Ms.- Busher..?" Eddie adds- hand snaking around your shoulder. "This boy's nose is broken!"
"She is coming with me English or not!"

The second she reaches for you, she falls to the floor in a jolt, spasming on the dirty cafeteria floor. "Okay- shows over! You're with us come on." Mike begins leading you. "Hey- wait up!" Eddie quickly follows the group out of the school. "Eddie we really don't need your help- you're not gonna get this." Mike begins, as they all speed walk through the parking lot.

"Okay- first try me- and ouch. Second- what the fuck happened to my biology teacher- third- I got a steed." Eddie swings the car keys on the last words. The two boys look at one another. You shake them, pointing at the paper again.

"Okay- fine let's go! But you're not gonna believe us!"