Tell me, how does it feel to have my teeth in your heart?
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steve harrington x fem!oc
stranger things ╱ season 2-5
cross posted on ao3 by cosmiclovrs
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CHAPTER TWENTY A Night to Remember
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February 1985.
"ARE YOU SURE? Because once we do this, there's no going back."
"Just give it to me, Harrington," Rhiannon said, a little too quickly. Her nod was firm, but her voice betrayed the flicker of nerves she tried to swallow.
"We don't have to rush." Steve locked eyes with her, his tone delicate and cautious. "If you're nervous, we can wait."
"I wanna get it over with." Taking a deep breath, she covered her face with her hands. "Let me close my eyes. I need to prepare myself."
A letter from Parsons — the top fashion design school in the country — had arrived. Her entire future would be written out in a single sentence, and the enormity, the permanence of it all, overwhelmed her. There were tons of colleges she applied to, but this was The One. The highest spot on her list. This news would determine whether she'd be in a good mood for the rest of the day or spend her weekend weeping into her pillow. Nonetheless, she'd accept whatever her fate was. Rhiannon was of the notion that if it's meant to be, then it will be.
Senior year was almost over. Soon she'd be gone. She'd say goodbye to her cursed town and go off into the world. Sure, there was the whole issue of the demon and the insatiable hunger to deal with, but she'd cross that bridge when she got there. Things in Hawkins had calmed down anyway. They might stay that way; she might never have to worry about it descending into hellish chaos again (this was her trying to stay positive). Right now, all that mattered was this moment. This letter. This boy standing in her kitchen with it.
"If you don't get in, it'll be their loss," Heather offered, rubbing Rhiannon's arm affectionately. She could hear the paper rustling.
"Dear Miss Liu," Steve read, pausing dramatically. Rhiannon flailed a hand at him to keep going, eyes still shut. "On behalf of the admissions committee, we are pleased to offer you a place— oh my god."
