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-SEVEN To Haunt and Be Haunted
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DECODING A RUSSIAN transmission with nothing but a tape recorder and a worn-out translation book was, as it turns out, pretty fucking hard. Rhiannon hadn't made much progress until Robin stepped in — and thank god she did, because there was no way this could be done alone. (Admittedly, it was starting to get a bit boring, and Robin always made things less dull.) After what felt like a thousand replays, they cracked one full phrase: "The week is long..." No kidding. It was starting to feel eternal. All things considered, Rhiannon figured she was doing pretty well with what she had been given. Right? Rhiannon would agree she was right.
But focusing on the recording proved to be difficult. Her attention kept slipping to bigger worries, like the Upside Down problem cropping up again. Or the gnawing feeling that something even worse was waiting over the horizon.
Still, she promised Dustin she would help him and she was no quitter. The thing about Rhiannon was that once she was fixated on something, she couldn't let it go. She was the obsessive type, if you could believe it. So, she decided she would tackle her own issue after this. Her plan was simple: decode the message, deal with Billy, then face the demon stuff. Or maybe demon first, then Billy? She was still sorting out the order of operations. Either way, she would handle it. She was equipped for this. The fabric of power stitched into her bones made it so.
"You cannot stop this," came that pesky voice inside her head. "Not when you're part of it. You're special, Rhiannon. You always have been."
Of course she was special. She was Rhiannon fucking Liu!
The real question was how any of this had to do with her little sleepwalking adventure last night. She squirmed in her spot, spiraling into a void of thoughts and theories that led her nowhere. There were so many loose threads she was desperate to tie up, but the spool only kept unraveling every time a new question popped into her brain.
