weird ass stuff || stranger things x female reader

ten - farewell, piss boy

Thursday, November 10, 1983

"Alright," you say as you place Nancy's makeup box on the window seat you and Eleven were installed on. "I'm gonna... Uh, do my best to give your face some color. You look like you've spent your life in a cave, ahah..."

She just stares at you, and you smile awkwardly.

"But, uh, you know, I don't look that healthy myself," you giggle nervously, taking out a brush. "I should probably sleep more. I've got some dark circles under there," you brush under your eyes, "that I'm not very proud of. I don't usually cover them up, but..." You look down at the makeup tools on your lap. Nancy didn't have many either. "I know how to use this. I think."

She places a hand on your shoulder. You slowly look up, anticipating her expression, but you find her giving you a tiny, reassuring smile that almost makes you melt on the spot.

"(Y/n). Will be alright."

"Yes," you sit straighter, regaining confidence. "You're right, I'm a queen."

"A queen?"

"A queen. It means I'm the best. Well, not really, but... whatever."

"Queen," she repeats, nodding.

"You're a queen too, my dear Eleven."

"I'm... the best," she tilts her head questioningly.

"Absolutely," you boop her nose with the make up brush. "We're the best of the best."

"Yes."

A knock on the door interrupts you. It soon opens to reveal Mike, a pink dress and blonde wig in hand.

"Uh... We found those. It's Nancy's hold dress, and-"

"Thank you," you smile and snatch the things out of his hands, inspecting them. "This will do. We'll be quick."

You close the door in his face. You were already annoyed enough that they asked you to do this. You weren't even sure what their Heathcliff radio thing was. This just seemed like a risky expedition to you.

"Okay," you turn to Eleven with a smile. "Let's do this."

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You turn around to look at the wall while Eleven is changing, and then arrange her wig and do a light make up the best you can. After you're done, you set the brush down and grin.

"Done!" You push her towards the mirror gently. "What do you think? You look pretty normal to me."

She stares at herself in the mirror for a few seconds, slowly reaching out for the wig and brushing a few plastic hair in place, dazzled.

"Normal," she repeats, unsure.

"You have no idea of what is normal, right?" You sigh tiredly, placing a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay. Your other look's pretty badass too."

"Badass."

"Yes. Queens are badass, so we're badass."

"Queen. Badass."

"Alright, little parrot. Let's show you off to the boys."

The door shyly opens as Mike, Dustin and Lucas are waiting in the corridor. They gradually turn around as Eleven steps out, and you contain a snort as Mike's jaw basically drops.