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You Need a Break -: Kylo Ren x Reader :- 𐦍
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── .✦ Where reader bears responsibility left and right which exhausts them. During a force vision between reader and Kylo, reader catches a break in an unconventional way. While Kylo fights the need to keep reader to himself. 𐦍
Content: fluff, Kylo is a bit obsessed, snappy reader, good old fashioned yearning
The first time you unknowingly entered a force premonition with Kylo Ren himself, you were less than pleased. The sudden intrusion on your senses caused you to whip out your lightsaber on pure instinct, and decapitate a mannequin in a training wing of the resistance base.
You undoubtedly received as cold of a welcome from Kylo himself. As you brandished your saber, Kylo’s gloved hand whipped out like a serpent, cupped as if his hand already knew how to grip the curve of your neck. Albeit as the moment passed, he gained composure and started deducing the manner of this premonition. While you paced him and tried to search his character for any signs on what he may be up to.
The skeptical moment was as fleeting as it was sudden. But throughout the next two weeks you grew more lax about the situation, as Kylo began to grow restless. Which brings you to the dynamic you two play out time after time in the recent premonitions through the bond of the force. You quit standing straight and tense in an attempt to give away nothing about your day to day work, now you continue your tasks. The work of the rebellion cannot be put on hold any longer. Especially as these moments begin to last longer and longer as time goes on.
This evening, you were scavenging around an old crashed starship which was a 4 hour trek from the resistance base. You hadn't brought a team with you because this scrap was necessary for a personal project; you didn’t feel that it was necessary to draw work-power from the base at the time. But resistance work takes a toll mentally and physically. The hike you took up 200 yards from the forest floor to this crash had winded you.
Grabbing a hold of the cool metal floor above you, you pushed off the creaky pipe you had balanced on and harnessed a trickle of power from the force which helped in boosting yourself up. As you hit the metal floor heels first your left ankle rolled and you hap-hazardly lunged forward to grab hold of anything that could steady you.
As you closed your eyes and braced yourself to hit the ground, your hand found purchase in a leather glove. Your body locked up and Kylo reached for your other hand to pull you into a standing position, one non reliant on his strong grip. When you found your footing, you took your hands back in a way that conveyed how scandalous it looked for you to be held up by the ruthless leader of the First Order. How embarrassing that your mind flew to thoughts of sacrilege. How would it look if you had been caught in the grasp of Kylo Ren? If you had been any closer and-
It dawned on you that Kylo Ren had held your hand in a firm grasp. You felt his hand flex when he reached for your free hand. You could smell the leather uniform he wore. As your eyes crept up to meet his gaze you saw that he was staring at his hands. With that coward’s helmet on you couldn’t tell what his expression read as. But from the way his shoulders drew inward, you could tell he was as unsure as you were about this sudden development.
“I can feel you.” he mumbled.
His words sent a shiver through your skin. Enough of a jolt to send your hand to your saber, hung at your side.
“You’re not here?” You prodded.
“I can feel you-”
“I can smell you.”
He hesitated before tilting his head towards you.
“Smell me?” He murmured incredulously, before brushing off your words. “You are standing right in front of me, I can feel you and interact with you on a… higher level. But I still cannot see your surroundings..” his words trailed off.
“How did you know to reach for me?”
Kylo’s shoulders eased and he turned on his heel.
“You looked as if you were about to fall through my lodge window.”
You wiped your dirty hands on your pants and walked a few paces away from the cliff you stood on. Consciously hoping not to give Kylo any further reason to reach out and touch you. Unconsciously though your body language was betraying you; because when you inched forward to bring space between you and the cliff behind you, you inched closer to Kylo. Not around him but towards him.
Over the weeks of seeing each other in inopportune moments and being forced into conversation with the prodding ruler, you've subconsciously grown some fickle bond with Kylo. You were suspicious but in your current state you would not quite deny the feeling of belonging you felt around Kylo. Some feeling tugging at your core kept you from closing yourself off to him completely, as if there was some unfulfilled purpose between you two.
This sense of trust allowed you to close your eyes and settle your nerves which still buzzed from the thought that you were about to dive face first onto a hard metal floor.
Kylo looked up from his hands and his gaze fell onto you. You looked exhausted, spent in a way and he presumed you shouldn't be climbing up any cliffs in this state. Suddenly, for the first time since these visions started: Kylo couldn’t find a single topic he wanted to question you over. He couldn’t bring himself to disturb the moment of you catching your breath. Maybe he felt pity towards you. Maybe it was the way you held your hand to your chest to steady your breath which looked like an animal of prey frozen in the forest and curled up to protect itself. That visual sparked something inside of him. Kylo took a sharp breath and curled his fists at his side. The light inside of you called to him, as if he needed to protect you.
Since the visions started, Kylo has spent multiple nights lying awake in his quarters. Clenching his fist against his chest and breathing himself through pleasant memories of you. Sometimes fantasies of you, ideas which were unrealistic. The dreams and nightmares featuring you were torture to him and seeing you now felt like a sharp pain through his chest.
“Cat got your tongue, Kylo?” you said, sucking in a breath and veering off to the right.
“You looked pitiful.. I was allowing you time to catch your breath.”
You rolled your eyes. How chivalrous.
“That slip must have been risky. I can still feel the energy from you” From your skin, your breath- “you’re buzzing… Where are you?”
“Im scavenging.” You spoke back without hesitance. Your honesty with Kylo typically came at the end of a 30 second instance of thinking your words through. It wasn’t lost on Kylo that this was a sudden change in your character. You were losing yourself a bit today, maybe in the tiredness of your mind.
“On which planet?”
You grinned, “Why Kylo, are you truly itching to see me so bad?”
Under his helmet his brows furrowed. “You can't possibly be serious.”
“And if I am?” You turned towards him.
“You are delirious-”
“I may be.” Your smile dropped.
Kylo showed no physical reaction. But his mind was turning, trying to figure out why you were behaving this way.
You stalked towards him and he actually backed away. You smirked again and your mouth ran ahead of your brain as you confided in him.
“Kylo,” His breath hitched, hearing his name falling from your lips “I am exhausted. I cannot catch a break between the work here and these visions I share with you. And..and-” You sputtered.
“You need a break.” He offered.
“Oh yeah thanks, let me just stop fighting for the freedom of our galaxy, thanks for the tip.” You sneered.
You were hot, Kylo thought. He stilled, that's not how he meant that thought to come out. The energy around you was emanating heat, he could still feel how you buzzed and this sensation was drawing him to you. He padded towards you and his leather boots made little to no sound.
Your eyebrows drew together and your nose crumpled as you watched him approach. Your expression only tempted him more, it had not deterred him.
“Do not come towards me.”
“You are not giving me a choice.”
“Not giving- what? Stop your advance, I have not requested that you come near me. No choice?” You hurried to step backwards but the ankle you rolled on the way up sent a pang of pain up your leg. You gasped as you fell, and you were caught mid air on your way backwards to meet the floor.
“You need a break.” He offered again. Hand held out to you, his hand yearning to touch your skin but currently utilizing his power through the force to keep you from busting your ass.
Your frustration boiled over and you huffed, and huffed, and gasped. And tears brimmed your eyes. Yanking your hands towards your face, you covered your eyes. You were free to move but still suspended in the air.
The tears that had brimmed your eyes froze Kylo. And as they began to stream down your face, his chest tightened. All he could do was gravitate towards you and meet you mid air, grabbing you from where you were suspended and holding you tight into his arms, cradling you. He was fascinated by how vivid this vision was. The sense of togetherness, the way he felt your pulse in the wrist he held. The buzzing, warm energy from you. It was overwhelming to him and his breaths came out shaking in an unnatural way to him. He sank to his knees holding you just as tight on his lap.
The tears brought a haze of tiredness over you and you could hardly force yourself away from Kylo. That is at least what you told yourself when you melted into the leather tunic under your cheek. What you told yourself as you breathed in deep and took in the warmth and the smell of Kylo. Just for now you could allow yourself to shelf the feeling of guilt which wracked your mind when you were with Kylo. That act was enough to let you close your eyes.
“What can I do for you?” Asked Kylo, earnestly, brushing hair out of your face.
Feeling you relax in his arms was enough for him to give into his cravings of holding you close. Now that he could touch you, it was all he wanted to do. It was thrilling to hold you in his arms, and possess you.
You hadn't replied to him though, you were sound asleep.
Kylo didn't dare to disturb your rest. So even as his legs fell asleep beneath him he stayed still. Kylo Ren was the ruler of a galaxy and commander of armies. He had every bit of power under his command, except you. He had no way to control the power you had over him. So as you slept, he plotted. He considered every route of how to get you to him, how he could store you safely on his ship and away from the fight.
For now he could just kiss your face between your brows and watch them twitch in response.
“Y/N I will have you, I can cure you.” He muttered into your temple. And he sat still, until your body flickered and faded from his sight and the weight disappeared from his arms.
200 SPECIAL ⋆˚✶。⋆ TY'S FIC RECOMMENDATIONS
Today I reached 200 followers, so here's my top 20 favorites fics to celebrate!!
characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian wayne, Bruce wayne & Wally West.
Thank you all so so much for all the love my fics are getting, it means a lot 🫶🏻
⟢ DICK GRAYSON
Underground boxer!Dick x manger!reader by @fancy-possum
Whatever you say teach by @champagnesbiggestproblem
⟢ JASON TODD
I believe in you by @/champagnesbiggestproblem
Every baby daddy!Jason fic @moonmiiu has
Surprise Wedding by @achinglovers
Jason x Chemist!reader by @/fancy-possum
Ma's Lasagna by @edawgz (platonic!Jason x batmom!reader)
Glitter pens and Hot chocolate by @shisuni
⟢ TIM DRAKE
Puppy love by @fauxpoebros
(guys send me Tim recs pls)
⟢ DAMIAN WAYNE
Sunshine and Shadows by @/fancy-possum
Skincare with Damian by @mystiquevoid
About alien attacks and kisses by @supermenz
Obsessive fixation by @damselneedssaving
Did I mention I'm Robin? by @/shisuni
A mother nonetheless by @reidbucky (platonic!Damian x batmom!reader)
⟢ BRUCE WAYNE
Crawling back to you by @/mystiquevoid
Penelope and Odysseus by @stcrgazerlily
Where the hell is my husband by @/stcrgazerlily
⟢WALLY WEST
Races by @punkstickersheet
Chem Wizz by @smllvlle
I had a really hard time choosing which fics to put here but there authors are amazing and you should also check out more of their work.
And I'm going to start rebloging more so i can finde these easily 🫡
Thank you again, kisses ˳·˖✶
Puppy Love
⤷ Tim Drake x gn!reader ⟢ In which Tim never thought doing a favor for his brother could end him with so smitten. -⚡︎
⟢ tags: no warnings. fluff. i am a ‘tim drake is a loser’ truther so hes fanon sorry ex oh ex oh
Tim stands outside of Dick’s apartment, hoping his brother is home. He keeps shifting on his feet, watching the doorknob like staring menacingly at it would make it twist and open.
But doorknobs didn’t feel fear, and Tim needed to get himself together. He was here for a perfectly normal reason (or so he tells himself).
Last week, Dick had been sick. Haley had been restless. So, Dick asked if Tim could take Haley out for a while, let her burn off some of that puppy energy. Tim, reluctantly, had agreed. He could find better things to do, but Haley was looking at him all sad, and Dick somehow was managing to look more pathetic than the three-legged mutt in his care. Tim expected that he could walk the dog around for a while and simply return her back home when she was tired out. Easy enough.
What he hadn’t accounted for was you. You, and your own mutt — Rocky or Rambo or something. It was one of those dogs that was so ugly it was cute: a mutt with ears that couldn’t decide if they wanted to be up or down, asymmetrical patches in it’s fur, a tongue that was perpetually stuck out, the whole package.
He wasn’t really paying attention to the dog much. He was more so caught in the way that the sun framed you, casting gold warmth on your skin.
Haley was well-trained when she wanted to be. Tim didn’t really know why she decided to jerk the leash, but it surprised him enough that the leash slipped from his hand.
In his defense, she was usually better behaved. Sometimes.
Calling Him By The Wrong Name
⤷ dick grayson, jason todd, tim drake, wally west ; [gn!reader]
⟢ tags: fluff! a little jealousy for some flavor, hurt/comfort-ish. super mild swearing. wally gets sick lol.
⟢ notes: i still haven’t learned how to stay in one tense but it’s okay. you can be past, present, and future. also, i don’t claim to know timelines well, but i’m using the new 52(?) version of ace/titus in tim’s because i wanted a little name confusion. enjoy :) — lore ⚡︎
━━ Dick Grayson
Dick knew that Damian could be a little prick.
That's why he didn't pay attention much a few weeks ago when Damian said something about how you'd like someone a little less... Damian had used the word "pretty boy". Rough around the edges, he'd said, is what you'd like more.
At first, Dick hadn't cared. Damian, however, had cited some childhood crush as proof, and the insecurities spiraled.
Dick could be rough around the edges! He could be rugged, he could be tough, he could be whatever you wanted. But you'd never asked him to change, and so he started trying to read between the lines.
"Find a shirt for me to wear! Come on." Dick urges, with all the same likeness of a dog waiting for his owner to toss him a treat. He wanted you to find something you wanted to see him in — if it felt more like something a lumberjack would usually wear, maybe Damian had a point.
"You can't dress yourself?" You ask, though you move over toward his dresser to start shifting through his clothes.
"I can," He admits. He smiles, but his words are breathy and seeped in an underlying anxiety you can't quite place. "I just... want to see what you'd dress me in."
"Alright, Ken," You snort.
You say it as a joke. Ken, as in a Ken Doll, since Dick apparently wanted you to play dress-up on him. He'd get the connection if he wasn't already spiraling. He was always so sure of himself, so why was now when he got lost in his head?
Writers Block -: Steve Harrington X GN!Reader:-
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── .✦ Reader is an author and is suffering from some severe writers block. Thankfully the ever doting Steve Harrington arrives to cure reader of just that.
Writing was your passion. It’s what you loved to do. Thinking about laying out a beautiful story of characters only your mind knew absolutely fascinated you. You knew these characters more than anyone and placing pen to paper always sparked deep feelings in your heart.
They say if you do what you love, you never work a day in your life. However, your internship at the town paper has never been enough to satisfy this itch. This longing that you had to interpret the unknown.
So every night when you get home you write. And it’s the easiest thing to do. You quite literally pour your mind out. Like breaking a dam, your words flow out.
However tonight you’re suffering a drought.
Which hasn’t happened in months.
And yes you knew it would be over shortly. You were certain you could get back to writing tomorrow. All you needed was a break.
You could do something else easy. Like watch a movie. Bake some brownies. Call your boyfriend!
However Steve was already on the way, you couldn’t watch a movie until he got here, and he was bringing dinner for the two of you.
So you sat. And mulled. And wrote. And erased. And groaned.
Christmas Memories ⋆。˚❆˚ 。⋆ Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Johnathan Beyers x GN!Reader
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⋆。˚❆˚ 。⋆ A/N: I am learning how to write for Johnathan—though I don’t plan on writing him often— so bear with me on that.
But please enjoy my attempt of writing for the big 5 ⋆。˚❆˚ 。⋆ Gabby 𐦍
── .✦ Fluffy moments with your fav <3
Nancy Wheeler ── ❆
Nancy wouldn’t say her favorite time of the year was Christmas. But she would say her favorite thing about Christmas is seeing your face light up when you drive through neighborhoods to look at their Christmas lights.
Your small gasps made her heart skip when you pass a house decorated to the 9’s.
“Nacy!” You would say breathlessly.
And she would flush and smile as she drove by each house.
“We need to decorate when we get home. Everyone else is so ahead of us!”
“Okay baby.” She says smiling her signature Wheeler smile.
── .✦
Helping pull out the Christmas boxes is usually as much as she lifts a finger for when it comes to the decorating. She thinks you have the more creative mind.
That doesn’t mean she’s not one to spread cheer though, she loves baking you your favorite holiday sweets.
“Oh get your hands out of there!” She says swatting you away from the bowl of batter.
“They’re for me anyways!” You squeal as you start running for the living room.
But she drops the spatula and lunges after you, grabbing your wrist, then your waist. She pulls you close.
“What a trouble maker.” She grins at you.
You pop your battered finger in your mouth out of spite. And she gasps in feign offense.
She leans in and kisses the shit eating grin off your face as you soften and lean into her; kissing her back just as sweetly.
Eddie Munson ── ❆
Eddie was still quite new to your family. And don’t get him wrong, he’s not a conforming man. But he is proud to be your man. And to successfully be your man, he wants to make a good impression to your family.
That being said. He sort of signed himself up to play Christmas music on his guitar at your large family’s annual Christmas Eve dinner.
When he came home and sat down rubbing his face, you peeked your head into the kitchen. “Are you alright, love?” You quipped.
“Ohhh yeah. Yeah I’m alright.” He dragged on. Before adding. “But now I’m also playing guitar for your whole family in 6 days.”
You gasped loudly and stepped fully into the doorframe. Trying your best to mask the wide smile on your face. “Are you kidding me?”
He shook his head and laughed slightly.
“Do you know any Christmas music?” You said tilting your head.
He shook his head again looking at you incredulously.
You couldn’t help but laugh as you dried your hands and threw the towel on the counter. You walked to the couch and flopped down beside him with your arms open.
“It will be okay love.”
He groaned laying into you. “Thank you sweetheart.”
You nodded and smirked. “Is now a good time to tell you, I got us matching Santa hats for the party?”
He looked to you, mortified. And sits up to look you in the eyes. “You did not.”
Laughing to yourself you leaned forward to kiss him before softly speaking into his lips. “They’re elf hats”.
The Wheeler Babysitter Club -: AgedUp!Mike Wheeler x Fem!Reader :-
A/N: Fluffy Fic in which asking for your mom to help you find a summer job, leads to finding the handsomest boy out of the list of boys jobs your mom had wrote up for you. ~ Gabby 𐦍
When your mom heard you were looking to pick up a summer job, she must have misheard you.
Instead of “Mom, would you ask your friends if they need any work done for them around the house?”
She must have heard “Darling mother, do any of your friends have single sons you can pair me with?”
Because after days of your mom popping into your room, and telling you about her lovely friends.. and their lovely sons. Your mom joined you back at the dinner table, just after hanging up the kitchen phone and giddily sliding into the dining room.
You looked up to meet her ecstatic eyes suspiciously, and shoveled another fork-full of dinner into your mouth. Chewing pensively.
“I’ve got you a job!” She all but sang.
You swallowed your food, and a groan as you rubbed the space between your eyebrows. A sudden tension headache already building as you figured you would have to shoot down yet another obvious ploy to get you dating a “suitable young man”.
“Yes mom? For who?”
“Well! That was Karen Wheeler on the phone! She was asking if you’d babysit Holly! You remember Karen right? Her boy is.. ohhh what’s his name?”
You knew she knew his name.
“Mike Wheeler!” She finished her thought.
That name sparked your interest. You knew Mike Wheeler. He was friends with that one guy who went missing years ago. You tried recalling the details but middle school felt so far away it was almost like you were recalling someone else’s past, especially with all of the strange new happenings coming up in Hawkins now.
What you did remember though was how brave you always thought Mike was, you remembered his face more than his name; as you only ran into each other a few times throughout Highschool through AV clubs and other school functions.
School functions like that one middle school dance where you sat on the bleachers and watched Mike dance with a new girl with short hair. You were admittedly a little jealous at the time but as time went on and you eventually graduated high school, you moved on to other friends and relationships and stopped seeing Mike around as much.
Your moms expecting eyes were burning into you.
“Hm. Yeah I remember Mike. His little sister is Holly? I thought her name was Nancy?”
Your mom was practically at the edge of her seat. “Oh no honey, that’s his older sister Nancy. The one dating Johnathan Beyers. Holly just got into middle school recently.”
You nodded, content with the offer and you had already made up your mind, but you wanted to draw out your moms expectations. “When would I be working?”
She tried not to jump the gun but you could hear excitement in her voice. “Well Karen just took up an extra leadership role for the PTA and with that middle school dance coming up she’s very busy these next few afternoons. Mostly Tuesdays and Thursdays! Until 5 or so!”
“Alright mom I’ll do it.” You smiled.
You smiled even larger as she practically jumped out of her chair to call Karen back, her dinner forgotten on the table.
Voicemails
⤷ dick grayson, jason todd, tim drake ; [gn!reader]
⟢ tags: no warnings. just fluffy.
⟢ notes: just voicemail scenarios to get me out of retirement! — lore ⚡︎
━━ Dick Grayson
“Hey!” He’s panting, like he’s calling you in the middle of doing something else. It wouldn’t be the first time — he came home with a black eye last month because he tried to answer your call mid-fight. “I’m almost done with patrol. Do you wanna find a movie for us to watch?”
You vaguely hear police sirens on the other side.
“I could pick up take-out from that place you like, we can watch a movie, you can pretend you don’t see me feeding Haley under the table... Sounds like a perfect date to me. Anyway, just let me know. Be home soon.”
━━ Jason Todd
“Hey, um… I know you said you’d be busy today, but you haven’t answered your texts in a couple hours. Just calling to make sure you’re okay, I guess. Call me back when you get a chance, yeah?”
There’s a long silence on the other side of the phone, filled only by the usual distant sound of the city. He clears his throat a bit awkwardly before continuing.
“I could… I could come home early tonight? If you need me to. Call me back. Soon, preferably.”
━━ Tim Drake
“How much do you love me?” It’s a rhetorical question, evident in both of the facts that, one, this a voicemail, and two, he doesn’t give you any time to even process the question before continuing. “I got bored and checked your location, noticed you’re only a couple minutes away…”
A beat passes as if he realizes how creepy that sounds.
“Not because I got worried that you were cheating on me, or that something happened to you. No hacking into CCTV this time, swear. I have your phone’s location, and—“
He cuts himself off and you can practically picture the way he’s deadpanning at himself in the reflection of his monitor. He huffs, echoed by the squeak of him leaning back in his desk chair.
“Anyway. You wanna come over and be a bum with me? We can go get snacks.” He says, with the tone of someone offering a puppy a treat.
It Will Pass - : Steve Harrington X Fem!Reader : -
-: Masterlist :-
A/N: This is a hurt/comfort fic where you discover your insecurities about Steve competing for what seems to be Nancy’s attention aren’t just in your head. And in reality, other people are under the same impression.
Steve’s obliviousness comes to a crashing halt and he does his best to comfort you. ~ Gabby 𐦍
Time has passed and will continue to pass. Everything passes and that’s the only comfort you’ve clung onto since you got involved with this rag tag group defending Hawkins from the upside down.
You’ve witnessed the disappearance of your friend Barb, and that passed.
You’ve witnessed a demogorgon inches from your face as you stared into a wet cavern of teeth that threatened to tear your face to shreds. That too passed.
You’ve fled cops, you’ve lost more friends, you’ve been choked out by an upside-down demobat.
All of this passed, it’s passed easily, packed into the inner corners of your mind.
But the feeling you got when you watched your boyfriend Steve compete with Johnathan seemingly for the attention of Nancy Wheeler has yet to pass.
When Johnathan was living in California you never had this problem with Steve in your relationship. Whenever Steve could have easily made an attempt to get with Nancy while Johnathan was miles away.
But something about Johnathan being back ignited a competitive spark in Steve. And you couldn’t tell what was driving him to these lengths.
The only common denominator between the twos pissing contests was the girl herself, Nancy Wheeler.
You’ve watched as your boyfriend charged up a radio tower. And you’ve watched him tear out of the room to fetch something for Robin before Johnathan could prove himself more useful than Steve. Nancy had asked Johnathan to fetch a cassette for Robin. And today you sat in the back of the smelly, dim, irritating WSQK van, searching for a signal in a desperate attempt to locate Hopper, listening to Johnathan and Steve bicker about the importance of going to visit Nancy and bring her flowers.
All of these instances you’ve shoved down into your emotional boxes, in a desperate attempt to let this moment pass.
You would have done anything to move past it. Steve wasn’t doing anything inherently wrong. He didn’t talk, speak, or even consider Nancy when you two were away from the group. At least not so you would notice.
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Halloween Magic - : Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader : -
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A/N: This fic takes place in season 2, loosely inspired by the events of episode 2 In which you are walking around with Johnathan and your group of little freaks; and run into Steve after his big fight with Nancy.
This is my first fic! Ever! Let me know what you think and if you’d like to see anything specific ~ Gabby 𐦍
You had absolutely all intents on going to the big Halloween bash after missing it last year. Thoroughly inspired by the neon orange sheets encouraging teenage drinking under the humorous slogan of “sheet faced”. Except you couldn’t convince your friend Johnathan to let Will out of his sight for the afternoon, and you didn’t think you could brave the taunts of your peers alone for the night, no matter how sheet faced you could get.
In all fairness you couldn’t blame Johnathan for not being more easily swayed, as you would probably be looking around for Steve Harrington all night anyways. Asking Johnathan hypothetical questions and dreaming up conversations you would have with Steve. All in a stream of brazen drunkenness. But on the other hand you knew Johnathan would be looking for Nancy himself. So maybe it was for the best that you two did not attend.
Plus, you were scoring some full sized candy bars at this fancy neighborhood the kids scouted out.
about the blog
Hello! Thank you so much for being interested in what we write. Just a couple of quick notes before you continue!
First off, there’s two of us here, Gabby and Lore. We’ll sign off with some sort of identifier on reblogs/gen posts in tags, and our actual fics/masterlists will have identifiers for who wrote what (𐦍 for Gabby, ⚡︎ for Lore). For the most part, Gabby is going to be writing for Fourth Wing, Stranger Things, and Twilight, and Lore will be writing for DC and Marvel. But, that’s just a general rule of thumb — we might venture into other areas at some point.
Secondly, we’re both busy uni students and (unfortunately) have lives outside of tumblr. We will try to be consistent about posting but there isn’t a set schedule or anything like that that we’re working from.
As far as requests, like we said we write for fun. You are more than welcome to send suggestions, and we will respond to your ask if we want to write said suggestion. That said, sending an ask ≠ we write it.
Stranger Things Masterlist
Steve Harrington
⟢ Halloween Magic -: Steve Harrington X Fem!Reader :- 𐦍
⟢ It Will Pass -: Steve Harrington X Fem!Reader :- 𐦍
⟢ Writers Block -: Steve Harrington X GN!Reader :-
Mike Wheeler
⟢ The Wheeler Babysitter Club -: AgedUp!Mike Wheeler x Fem!Reader :- 𐦍
Multi
⟢ Christmas Memories ⋆。˚❆˚ 。⋆ Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Johnathan Beyers x GN!Reader ⋆。˚❆˚ 。⋆ 𐦍
Fourth Wing Masterlist
⟢ [TBD]
Twilight Masterlist
⟢ [TBD]
Marvel Masterlist
⟢ [TBD]