Luvr

Maladaptive daydreamer 🌙

[fickfort001]

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Adrian Chase ://:

~ i wont let it happen again

~ Post Mission Injury

~ Annual Holiday Party

Steve Harrington ://:

~ And then I’m not so blue

~ part 2 ; part 3 ; part 4 ; 4.5 ; 5

~ so call me when he breaks your heart next summer

Jonah Simms ://:

- Late Night Shift

~ more to come ~

Dividers by @rmstitanics

[fickfort001]

So call me when he breaks your heart next summer

Steve x f!reader

cc: Robin takes Steve to a party months after your break up and he sees you with your new boyfriend who isn’t treating you the way he did.

>swearing, no y/n, Steve’s pov,

> this was a pop in the air one shot, very short, very left on a bad note. I’m addicted to Damiano David rn so stuff jus be clickin <3

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Call me when you're all fucked up, my lover and I'll be there to lick your tears // You had to throw away our love to find out nothing's as good as us

She was wearing that one dress, the one dress I could never lay my eyes off. The white reflected so perfectly across her skin, the grass that sat beneath her illuminating her earthy toned freckles and brown hair. Everything about her, she’s so perfect.

The breeze was light, whisping her longer pieces to float along her back and her bangs crossing over her face just barely laying on the top layer of her eyelashes. My fingertips graze the peach fuzz that sits along her flushed cheeks that just extenuate her freckles more.

The sounds around us is just the continuous breeze and whistling leaving around us. During the silent sounds of nature there also is the usual mourning doves coo echoing. It’s a common sound every morning that I’m fairly familiar with, comfortable yet nostalgic. A sound I’ve heard from my bedroom window as a kid whenever my mother would wake me up with opening up my window.

The doves coos and trills started to become more aggressive. More intense. Her expression and warmth never changed. The birds rattled more into my head breaking my touch from her face. The chirping sounded more of a rattling noise, it was constant. There was no nonstop. Flocks, hundreds of them but none in my sight. Her smile stayed frozen as if I was the only one hearing it.

I’m the only one hearing it.

“Steve!” I’m shot awake from, Robin standing at my bedside with her hand on my shoulder. “Dude we’re gonna be late for our shift let’s go!”

I can’t help but just groan. I didn’t think I was asleep, my dreams are never that vivid. That dream will probably haunt me all day, shit maybe all year.

I stumble around my room getting dressed, tying my shoes, and combing a thick slick back over my hair without gel as there’s clearly no time.

“Finally princess,” Robin smiles sitting on my worn couch. She can tell from my lack of interest in her antics that something was up. I just didn’t have the energy right now to cope.

“You had a dream again, didn’t you.” I white knuckle the steering wheel not speaking a word. “It’s okay to still be upset, but Steve it’s been months.”

“Yeah whatever,” I mumble under my breath. She hums, not hearing me fully. That was completely on purpose but I kinda hoped she’d hear. “Yes I did have another one.” I snap.

The car falls silent for a few moments. The high pitched sounds of the cracked windows whistling through our thick air.

“It was the last good date we had.” She looks to me. Her big blue eyes widen in sadness for me. I truly didn’t need her pity, she’s been suffering with me nearly all summer since me and her broke up. “It was the field picnic.”

“I’m sorry Steve. I think you just,” she stops, taking in a deep breath. “Nevermind.” The car falls back into the now empty, sad air for the rest of the drive to family video.

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“Vicky invited me to a party later tonight. Will you go with me?”

“A party?” I cock a brow. Robin wasn’t one for parties, or large gathering for that matter.

“Yes you know I really like her and maybe this could turn into something.” She suggests.

“And you need me?”

“My wingman! Duh!” She laughs hopping onto the countertop. “Plus we can find you some hotties to lock down for the winter.”

“I’ll go, but not for the girl part.” She keeps her smile but rolls her eyes. I did not want to go to this party. I definitely didn’t want to see other people but for Robin to hopefully have her happily ever after, I can suck it up for a few hours.

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“You lock the door?”

“Yes Robin look,” the door jiggles aggressively back and forth under my strength.

“Okay okay. I just can’t have people breaking in stealing my Back to the Future tapes!”

“And you’ve rewatched that..?”

“About a thousand times yes but it’s a film for reruns. Maybe you should try it.” I shoot her a dirty look, unsure of what she was insinuating with that comment but I’ll let it slide.

The car ride to Vicky’s party was more or less silly cat fights over certain directors cuts of films we liked and yet the other would rebuttal a whole different movie, it kept the drive short and distracted at least.

“Hey, hey Vicky!” Robin stutters greeting her at the door. Jesus we need a drink.

“Oh my god Robin! I’m so glad you could make it. You too Steve!” Vicky responds with her huge smile. Her cup swishing around and spilling onto her porch really tells me it’s that kind of party.

“I’m gonna go get us drinks. Stay with Vicky.” I yell, hoping Robin could comprehend a single thing I said. She just nods as Vicky takes her arm and drags her through the crowd eventually leaving my sight.

The kitchen weirdly wasn’t as busy as the rest of the place. The crowd sure circled around it, but wasn’t inside the cooped up area. The footsteps were creaking all the ancient floorboards and windows were unlocked and open to free the stench of liquor and cigarettes from the peeling wallpaper.

The options were between shots of vodka, a can of beer, or some concoction someone must’ve made. The bowl was the most drank thing explaining why everyone at that party seemed mostly gone. Beer works.

I turn holding my lukewarm drink and for a second a path opens up through the crowd of people. Holy shit.

There stood about five feet away was my ex girlfriend. Her brown hair maybe an inch or two longer than when I last saw her. Her usual blue skinny jeans and a striped short sleeve that fit her in every right place. She was beautiful.

My daydream fading as the crowd moved some more exposing the tall man stood next to her. His hand fiddling with her belt loops and her back pockets.

The lighting was fairly dark down the hall where they stood so I wasn’t able to really see his face at first. His hair seemed a light brown or blonde and to his shoulders. It was on the roughed up, frizzy side. But he had a tank top on with a pair of tighter jeans with silver chains hooked and swinging on the sides of his pockets. Oh shit.

“Is that fucking Billy Hargrove?” I say through the loud music. It was supposed to be an internal thought, oops.

I must’ve been caught staring because Robin breaks my glare grabbing onto my bicep and turning me around.

“Are you ready to go?”

“What?”

“I said..” the music bumps louder. Our eyes roll and walk towards the door. The only way to the door is that open hall where she stands at the end.

She was sitting alone on the only free chair in the packed living room. Billy was beside her but sitting on the couch with another guy and a girl. His attention was more on the other woman than his own, it burned through my chest to watch her seem out of place. I never made her feel that way.

Through the dim lights our eyes lock on each other. Her gaze calling for me, for me to sweep her away from Billy and leave this shit hole.

But nothing happens.

She grazes her eyes up and down my figure and narrows her eyes before turning to Billy. Placing her delicate hands onto his shoulder caching his attention for a fraction of a second before he goes back to the girl across the couch.

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“I saw them and I needed us to go.” Robin breaks the car drive silence. I sigh hard, that’s all I could say.

“He’s gonna treat her like shit Rob.”

“At the time you did too.”

“Fuck off!” I snap slamming my hand onto the steering wheel. “You don’t think I know that!”

Robins eye contact never breaks, never flinches. She’s too comfortable with me, she trusts me too much.

“She’ll come around.”

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[theunfortunate-author]

my daily affirmation as an author

[fickfort001]

Late Night Shift

☁︎ jonah simms x fem!cloud9!reader

☁︎ a spontaneous meet up in the photolab with your ‘ex’ but secretly you can’t get enough of eachother.

☁︎ vanilla smut, Jonah’s a munch, p in v, unprotected, at work, swearing, no use of y/n, pet names ??

☁︎ I’m back in my superstore phase and there’s little to NO Jonah fics !! Everyone go get educated !!

Borders: @batsydividers

“I think him and Kelly are cute,” you tell Amy who keeps smothering you in questions. “Why are you so hung up on this, boss.” Her nose wrinkles and walks off towards the registers.

Though you did think Jonah and Kelly were cute together, you can’t get over you two just broke up barely three months ago. She started a month ago. We both just weren’t ready for it and both became very absent minded of each other and mutually broke it off. It’s really not that deep.

“Can I please have our star sheet stocker to customer service please, pretty please in a good attitude.”

Garrett sometimes needs to be off the damn microphone. You sigh packing the rest of the sheet packages into the shelf even though none of them really fit. I’ll deal with it later.

The desk stands Dina, Garrett, Amy and Jonah all huddled together speaking much softer than usual.

“What’s up?” You say crossing your arms. All their faces switch to a nicer softer look as if they pity you, including Jonah. “Are we deadass?”

“Listen I don’t want a stressful wok environment, work it out.” Dina states pointing to me and Jonah then her eyes. You raise your arms in disbelief.

“We get along just fine! What’s she talking about?” Jonah says to Amy peaking glances between you and her. You nod glaring her an annoyed smile. “I’m going back to electronics please and thank you.”

“What the hell was that?!” You whisper yell at Amy still with Garrett at the desk.

“I feel a tension! I just want you two to like eachother!”

“Amy we are fine!” I say glaring now to Garrett who can’t stop smiling like an idiot at our conversation. “And what do youuu have to say about it?”

“Absolutely nothing.” His voice blanks not breaking the smile. You roll your eyes heading back towards the nightmare that was that mess of bedsheets.

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Your shift lasted the latest of everyone. Cheyenne didn’t feel good as she’s closing in on her due date so you stayed over to cover for her close. The break room for once was empty and dark while you grabbed your stuff. It felt nice to be alone until you’re interrupted from footsteps walking in the hall.

“Hey” your head snaps seeing Jonah standing in the doorway. His black coat holding against his lap and one of his arms leaning him over the doorframe.

“Hey Jonah. Why are you still here? Weren’t you off at like—” you peak down to no watch on your wrist “hours ago.” He chuckles softly now walking towards you.

“I was but I figured I’d wait for you.”

“You act like you wouldn’t see me back at home.” The thought creeps a smile across your lips reflecting to him doing the same.

“Well there’s no one here now.” He offers now leaning up against the lockers looking down at you. “Unless that seems a little bit too unprofessional I could totally get that.”

“You know there’s cameras in this break room right?”

“Hmmmm the photolab doesn’t”

“Deal.”

Within a second of your response his lips lean down towards yours planting them harder with every gasp for air you both needed. His coat falls from his arms and wrap around your thighs and hips, hoisting you against his waist never breaking your needy lips. He carries you like you’re weightless, his pants slightly poking under your jeans from his pulsing erection making him speed up his walk to the lab.

Your back pushes against the door opening into the dark room. He kicks the door closed still holding you along his hip. Your kisses becoming more messy and sloppy as he places you under him across the table.

“Thank god Mateo cleaned this room.” You heave between kisses.

“Yes he’s gonna need to clean it again.” He responds. His lips trail from your lips across your jaw into the sweet spot of your neck nibbling enough to not leave a hickey but enough to soak you through your core.

He pulls away standing staring at you laying across the lab table.

“Jeans.” He demands panting unbuckling his belt. You wiggle off the table following his demand sliding off your jeans and lifting off your shirt leaving you in your black bra and matching panties. You walk towards him assisting in his millions of buttons that close his shirt.

“God there’s so many fucking buttons!” You grumble fiddling with the buttons.

“Fuck so many buttons.” His fingers roughly ripping them off and undoing them at the same time. “We can fix those later.” His shirt flies off and leans over you again on the table.

“You’re so beautiful.” His words softened with warmth rather than lust, too bad it lasted for five seconds. “Beautifully delicious too.”

His lips kiss and slide down your torso and onto your hip bones. The tips of his fingers tapping along your lacy waistband shooting shocks between your legs. His grip tightens he could’ve easily left bruises for a reminder tomorrow. His kisses felt hungrier the deeper he went down your body, his teeth barely grazing your inner thighs. Softly sucking the sensitive thin skin around your bikini line.

His kisses peck softly over your clothed clit muttering a moan just barely audible. One of his hands moves to swipe his finger slowly over your panties feeli by the soaked mess he’s left you in. Your eyes gaze down your body making eye contact with his, his top teeth biting the hell out of his lower lip as if you were a gourmet meal sat for him. In a way, you practically were. He moves your leftover cloth exposing your core to the cold air and his starving body. He moans as he crashes into your lips, him starting out with his tongue figure eighting around your whole core.

“Baby please,” you moan. You feel his moaning vibrations between your thighs. His response is his teeth lightly nibbling directly on your clit shooting your back into an arch. Fuck already? “I’m gonna—”

He fully stops interrupting you. His eyes glare up your body staring to your needy expression, almost darkening his lust. The tighteness in your stomach stinging in the same place, both from him blue balling you and you holding it in for him.

“This isn’t pro woman of you Jonah.” You groan squirming your body as he crawls above you.

“Condom?”

“No it’s in my arm.”

“Love the use of your reproductive rights.”

“Christ Jonah, shut up and fuck me!” You yelp scratching his back down to his hips.

He doesn’t hesitate to slip his dick in as far as he can, your hips aligning together. A warm sensation burning through your whole torso. Your moans get louder as he gathers a rhythm, his moaning harmonizing with yours. The beads of sweat roll down his forehead along his flushed cheeks, some would drop onto yours. Him seeing his own sweat would almost make him moan more, like a piece of him was just on you and he could see it.

“Fuck—”

“Jonah, please,”

His moans escalate louder, hips rocking faster.

“Baby my god..” you yell squeezing your orgasm around him.

“I need to pull—”

“No.” You groan loudly still squeezed around him. You feel his cock harden and pulse inside you, his eyes nearly roll back with his head. The pulsing slowing down but still sitting inside your warmth.

“That was not very feminist of me.” He jokes out of breath resting his forehead on yours. His sweat dripping along your cheeks and nose more.

“As if Tate can’t give me a pill tomorrow.” You laugh back. He slides out of you fully dripping from his cock, his cum sloshing both in and out of you as gravity pulls it between your lips.

You both help each other get redressed and look at little more put together if for some reason Dina gets bored and looks through the night footage tomorrow morning.

“So does no one know you and Kelly broke up still?” You ask buttoning up your jeans.

“They will tomorrow, Kelly’s back from vacation tomorrow.”

“Ha oh shit.” You laugh at the thought. “Weren’t you supposed to be moved in by now?”

“Correct.”

“I’ll make sure to not call in tomorrow. Just to watch the Kelly and Jonah show.” You smile. “My favorite romcom.”

“Yeah yeah, let me walk to your car.”

Jonah has you grab onto his bicep as he leads you out of the store double checking the doors lock and no one is lingering in the parking lot.

“Goodnight lover.” You whisper to him kissing him again but with a cozy warmth behind it.

“Goodnight dear.”

[fickfort001]

And then I’m not so blue

♡ Steve Harrington x Byers!fem!reader

♡ after all the stuff happening in Hawkins, protecting your family, Vecna slowly changes his game plan to come after you, their protector. Due to you being the target, you and Steve’s secret relationship also slowly comes into light which causes a lot of stress and miscommunication between everyone. 

♡ use of y/n, reader is Byer’s daughter, shy but feisty reader, swearing, fighting, abuse, arguing, fluff, smut (at some point 😙), near death, hella injury, and probably other things I have yet to add <3

♡a/n:: MENTIONS OF SH AND SUICIDE y/n kinda crashing out mentally. Please read at your discretion and get help from friends when you need it. You’re loved 🫶🏻

Your senses regain consciousness slowly to the living world. The blinding lights shine through your closed eyelids, afraid to open them and impaling your poor pupils. With the few senses you have to your blind disposal, you know you’re in a hospital: The nippy cold air stagnate around you, the pulse meter beating steady, the clicking and tightening of the blood pressure cuff suffocating your left bicep.

The light is bright but you push through. You’re greeted with a windowed door stood ahead of you, Steve and Jonathan shoving eachother as a nurse blocks the door. You’d assume the fight would be loud but no sound comes from past that door. Their shoulders yank behind them breaking off their quarrel and then the door opens.

“How you feeling?”

“I-“ you point to the window, the nurse fully blocking the view with her back.

“They’re being really annoying and possessive so I chose to come in here.” Nancy says sitting beside you. “So how are you feeling?”

“I don’t know” is all you can say. You truly didn’t know how you felt. Your body ached with every small movement you could do. It only took a few moments for all the events to rush back into your memory— the demo, Karen, Nancy rushing between us both. “Karen.”

“She’s..in stable condition.” Nancy takes my bruised hand into her small cold ones. “But she’s going to make it.”

“Holly?”

“He got her. El went behind before the portal closed and the cops came. You cannot speak of this.”

“Obviously!” You assure. Ever since the whole massive portal human testing shit went down El has been practically on a black list watch and you would never let them take her. She’s your sister.

The silence burns around you with intensity. The heat broken by the door opening. The nurse with red plaid scrubs and a small almost bonnet lays against her blonde hair that’s so perfectly curled you wondered how she got it so perfect. The clipboard she holds was a chipped brown with a nice stack of papers clipped into it. Those can’t all be yours, right?

“Hi Miss Byers! How are you doing?” Her high pitch chirped to you. Her low heels clicking along the white tile floor rings in your ears more than you like but at least her path is closely ended at the table beside your bed.

“Alive,” you chuckle to her. “I’d love to leave as early as I can.”

“Well I’m glad you feel alive,” she laughs back. Her smile fades quickly looking over the paper and glances over to your body. “I’m not sure if we can let you free though hun.”

“Wait what?”

“Your wounds are still very deep and your body is still in very early recovery. We need to keep you for a few more nights.” Her words said sternly cut you sharply. You didn’t want to stay here. Holly is missing, El is missing, Will is being a target again, you cannot stay here.

You were about to speak back, probably with a sharp attitude but nothing comes out as Nancy stands from the bed to respond for you.

“Thank you, we will make sure to keep her here.” Definitely not what you wanted her say. The nurse nods and heads back to the door with her heels clicking again, the clicks stop at the door handle clicking.

“Also, make your—” she points with her head to Steve and Jonathan standing against the wall. “Stop with the buffoonery in the hallway. We have emergencies and they’re making a scene.” She closes the door and through the once blocked window stands Steve and Jonathan pouting and still like toddlers in time out. Both their gazes focus to you through the window.

“You don’t have to tell me, but if there’s something between you and Steve, you have my thoughts and prayers.” Nancy laughs to you. She rubs your shoulder lightly heading out of the room motioning Jonathan to come in the room first leaving Steve in the hall.

“Y/n!” He yells rushing through the door to the bed. His hug around your shoulders burns your wincing and hissing pushing away quickly. “Shit sorry.”

“How did you know I was here?”

“Dustin, well Steve and the boys went to the house and got you. But Dustin walkied me.” His breath heavy, chest rising as if he was suffocating. “Are you okay? Why did Steve leave you there?”

“Don’t even start—”

“Y/n he left you at the house with Nance and the fucking demo!”

“He went to go save the boys! Our brother Jonathan!” You start to yell. “If you’re gonna lecture me about this being Steve’s fault get the fuck out!”

He stepped back with both frustration and shock painting in his expression. Your words hit you with immediate regret. You sounded just like your dad, Jonathan sees you as your dad. Fuck.

“Jon..wait..” the door shuts softly with no words. Your heart expected another one to come in your room. The one you haven’t seen yet, but they never came. You were left alone in your room, in pain, feeling your hands and arms pulse with numbness. Your thoughts became fuzzy, the second snapshots of your dad beating on Jonathan after he defended you. ‘Get the fuck out!’ Rang through your ears in the silent room.

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Through the spouts of crying and hours of struggle staying asleep, you’re awoken by the same nurse from the prior evening. Her blonde hair in perfect condition as if she didn’t sleep.

“Good morning Miss Byers!” Her same chirpy voice gleamed. “Good news! Your vitals actually got a lot better, we can send you home but still continue rest, lots of it.”

You respond in a quiet nod watching her delicate small hands unwrap your old gauze pads and detach you from the saline bag. She assists you up off the bed to your feet, her hands cold but soft and silky. The aches in your joints are no where near the pain you endured last night but it sure didn’t feel good enough to go on the crawl they had planned tonight.

You exit the hospital room to be greeted by Nancy and only Nancy.

“Let’s get you home, I had to really negotiate with her to let you go.” She says with a soft smile holding my arm out to her car.

“Where is everyone?” You ask.

“The boys are at SQWK, Jonathan is at home with your mom and Steve is I have no clue. Did he not see you last night?”

You sigh, “no he didn’t. I went off on Jonathan and..it was just a rough night.”

“I heard. He didn’t tell me too many details, but just know he doesn’t hate you. He’ll get over it.”

“I hope cause I never will.”

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The rest of the car drive was mostly silent besides the springs in her shitty suspension from the out of cracks through Hawkins. Your house is dimly lit. The front porch light still flickers, it started when Will was first taken, it’s like he’s communicating now, you think. But you know he’s safe on this side for now. You thank Nancy for the ride and limo your way to the door turning the handle and entering a fully dark home.

All you can express is a loud sigh of disappointment. It’s like everyone abandoned you after you got hurt, after you yelled at Jonathan. Maybe you should’ve died in Nancy’s house and Karen bounce back in two days like you did.

You grab a spare beer from the fridge, you weren’t the biggest fan of beer but it was alcohol that was reachable, you just needed something.

Your achy joints lighten up very slightly with the tinge of alcohol in your system. You weren’t much a drinker, so lightweight is not something you’re a stranger too, but you did have your father’s drinking habits. That one beer became 5.

You stumble to your bathroom turning on the half burnt bulbed light barely making out your facial features.

“You are your dad” you laugh into the mirror, your hand still holding the neck of a bottle and pointing at yourself. “You push everyone away, ha!” Your laughing stumbles you backwards against the wooden door, falling to your ass on the tiles.

“Why didn’t you kill me?” You ask aloud to the air. Vecna is literally everywhere. You can only hope he’s listening. “You could do me the favor now dude. Save me the damn time and guilt of doing it myself.” The beer kisses your lips for a second as the beer flows down your numb throat again.

Somehow, your legs balance you back up. Your empty bottle stays grasped in your hand as you wander through the empty bedrooms for anyone, anything. Why am I so alone?

You enter your room, the same mess you left it in before leaving in Steve’s car. Your window locked, untouched. Your bruised fingers flip through your bin of records drunkenly. All the titles blurry in your slight, luckily your memory is still sharp and you just know by the color.

Heartbreak city, one of your most under rated vinyls you had. You rarely played it but today felt right.

Who’s gonna tell you when it’s too late?

Who’s gonna tell you things aren’t so great?

The volume cranks as loud as you can make it. Ideally to hear it from the bathroom.

You can’t go on thinking nothings wrong, but now who’s gonna drive you home tonight?

Your hips swirling and body spinning. The motions of dancing with a ghost through the hallway travel you back to the bathroom.

Your hands grip the counter with might. All your balance laid in your grip, causing you to drop the bottle. The glass shattering next to your shoe and along the floor.

Who’s gonna pick you up when you fall? You shake your head.

Who’s gonna hang it up when you call? Your eyes squeezing from the rush of pain sending you backwards against the door again.

Who’s gonna pay attention to your dreams? The pain becoming harder now through your arm from the shattered glass. You crawl through it. Your jeans cutting and tearing through. Your back leaning against the wall between the toilet and bathtub.

Yeah, who’s gonna plug your ears when you scream? The blood rushing harder and the glass refusing to leave your skin no matter the drunken might you think you have. Shit.

Y/n?!

You’re hallucinating. The music is so loud ringing in your head.

Y/n?!

Your throat vibrates in an attempt to call to the voice. Unsure if a sound was let out, steps get closer through the house. The creeks not matching the ending beat of the song.

“Oh my god! Y/n!”

“Steve..?”

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[fickfort001]

come back the people need part 5 😫

Omg yall im so sorry life has been SO busy ill come back no fret ❤️🫶🏻🤫

[vetckkie]

girl get off that c.ai and embrace the 'x reader'

[fickfort001]

And then I’m not so blue

♡ Steve Harrington x Byers!fem!reader

♡ a/n:: this is a part 4.5?? For funsies! This is in Steve’s pov of part 4 enjoy :)) 🫶🏻

Part 4

Under Nancy’s instruction to leave to get the boys who weren’t too far from her house, I leave. I didn’t give it a second thought. But when I drove back up to the street the reflections of neighbors windows blinded my sight at the end.

Ambulances and cops flooding the end of the street, neighbors next door staring through their blinds and pining outside onto their front lawns to witness what had happened.

I shifted my car into park and rush out of the car, not a single thought ran through my head about of the boys in the car. I only thought of her. The front door already being locked open, I run inside. Down the main hall I see Nancy lunged on the floor beside her mom who is bloody and beaten to disbelief. A cop sitting across from her trying to get a witness statement of what’s going on, while the ems workers take vitals and set up Karen’s gurney in the truck.

To my right, there lays y/n. Two ems’s examining the glass pieces that lodged into your hands and arms. I felt frozen in that moment, I didn’t know what to do. I could feel a burning in a chest that would slowly creep into the heats of my cheeks and exude tears from my eyes.

I walk slowly to her. Her unconscious limp bloodied body. From the pieces I could barely understand, her breathing was stable but her blood was pooling fast and needed to be taken immediately.

The voices behind me speaking as Karen was on the verge of death on the kitchen floor and they brought the stretcher inside the house. It’s loud wheels screaming against the floor and trailing blood across the tile as Karen was taken to the truck.

I sit onto my knees at the top of y/n’s head. The Ems’s don’t acknowledge my presence and equally don’t tell me to leave, so I stay. I run my fingers over the bruise on her forehead that’s large enough it seem to leach through her hairline.

Her hair is still as soft as it always is, even if it’s tangled in glass shards and blood, it’s still her hair. I watch as her breathing softly lifts her chest up and down in a slow rhythm. No scare has shown on the ems’s faces yet for her condition. I stay positive.

Loud stomping footsteps of the boys storm inside after the stretcher has been wheeled out.

“Nancy!” Mike yells running to his sister hugging her. “Where’s Holly?” Her tears rush down her face seeing Mike. The only one alive near her of her bloodline. The cop nods to them and leaves the room examining the blood trails and destroyed furniture.

“The portal. El went to find her.” Nancy whispers back as to not dox Eleven’s location in front of police. Behind Mikes footsteps was Dustin. Dustin doesn’t greet Nancy as Mike did, he looks around at the mess of the kitchen and then makes eye contact with me as I’m still on the floor.

“Holy shit!” He squeals kneeling behind me and resting his hand on my shoulder.

“Steve I’m so sorry.” Nancy shakes from behind me. I can hear the subtle tears in her voice. I don’t respond. This wasn’t anyone fault, but my own. Why didn’t I stay here? Why do I follow directions so quickly and not think?

I sit there stuck in my own head disregarding all the extra voices around me.

A second ambulance pulls up outside the house, the first truck signaling for Mike and Nancy to join on the truck with their mother.

A second stretcher is rolled in. This time over the carpeted living room into the dining room where y/n still lays at my knees. The tubes and vitals she was previously poked with are removed from her arms and the Ems’s stand to their feet making way for the rattling bed awaiting her.

Tears fall from my eyes again, the tears hitting along her hairline. I rotate my position and scoop her up into my own arms, placing her in the bed.

I never let go of her hand.

Her hand having a pulse but no muscle to grip mine back like it usually would. The overbearing thought of it never squeezing my hand again made me ill. My stomach did multiple flips in the bad way, the way I could vomit, the way I wished it would’ve been me instead of her that endured this. But it was my fault.

The stretcher wheels over the ramps and onto the Hawkins ambulance truck. Them offering me to join, but I reject. I jump back into my car, Dustin fastening into my passenger seat to leave and follow the ambulance in which she resides.

“Steve I’m so sorry” Dustin groans. I couldn’t tell if he was crying or about too. He’s too young to have to suffer through this as a kid, but I didn’t tell him to stay in the car. Another thing that’s my fault. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cry before dude.”

“Cause I don’t usually.” I respond blankly. My sadness has switched to a more irritated upset. “Walkie Jonathan and the others to meet us at the hospital would you?” Dustin just nods his head silently following my order.

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

The hospital is cold and chaotic when I arrive. The ambulance trucks have already started wheeling her and Karen out. Nancy and Mike jogging to keep up with their mom’s gurney through the hospital hallways, me on the side of y/n’s gurneys bed right behind them.

“I’m sorry but you can’t come into the operation room. We will come notify you when they’re in recovery.” The nurse tells me and Nancy who stand together outside an operation room. Nancy’s tears start to fall again but silently as if she’s trying to hide it from me. I know her better than that.

I can’t fathom a hug for her but my arm rubs across her back before she walks away seeing Jonathan at the end of the hallway.

“What’s going on?” Johnathan asks holding Nancy close to his chest.

“The demo got mom.” Mike croaks feeling a shakiness in his chest.

“Oh my god Nance I’m so sorry.” Johnathan assures. The petting of his heads through her curls helping steady her heavy quiet sobs in his coat.

“Y/n is..” I start. My voice stops not being able to finish my statement.

“Also in there. With Karen.” Dustin finishes for me. His arm reaches around my waist giving me faint hug. Will’s face shoots to the ground and his arms fidget with his zipper at the end of his jacket.

“What?” Jonathan lets go of Nancy, her going to sit down in the lobby seats with her brother and Dustin.

“I’m sorry dude.” Tears starting to pool my eyes again and that same burning feeling from before. “I should’ve been there. Nancy told me to get the kids I-”

“It’s not your fault.” Johnathan, though his hatred for me was strong, loving the same person was something we shared. Putting all that aside he hugged me, tapping my back while I tapped his.

“She was stable when they took her. I didn’t leave her side.” I assure. Pulling away from him, We go to sit down with the others in the lobby.

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

“Johnathan I need to tell you something.” I say with my hands filling with a clammy feeling. “It’s about your sister.” He hums to me giving me his attention.

“I think I..”

“For misses Byers.”

Our faces shoot up to the female nurse holding a clipboard.

“That’s us.” Johnathan and I say in unison both standing at the same time as well. We both just kind of stare at each other. The sorrow we felt turned more into a competitive tone.

“She’s awake and in recovery.”

My lovelies:: @astraealupinblack @mischivana @yagurlannastasia @alixxhere @onlyangel-444 @teheabrams @astrlape @tezzzzzzzz

[fickfort001]

And then I’m not so blue

♡ Steve Harrington x Byers!fem!reader

♡ after all the stuff happening in Hawkins, protecting your family, Vecna slowly changes his game plan to come after you, their protector. Due to you being the target, you and Steve’s secret relationship also slowly comes into light which causes a lot of stress and miscommunication between everyone.

♡ use of y/n, reader is Byer’s daughter, shy but feisty reader, swearing, fighting, abuse, arguing, fluff, smut (at some point 😙), near death, hella injury, and probably other things I have yet to add <3

♡ a/n:: idk how to write action scenes so im sorry !! But this is where season 5 spoilers will start. But after finally finishing the season I’m gonna go against canon in some parts 😙 ((byler is real i say as they drag me into the padded room))

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

The hospital room was eerie from both the white blank walls and her rhythmic heartbeat. The ginger who you became weirdly close to laid there unconscious. Running up that Hill playing on repeat from the radio on her bedside table.

You were there at Starcourt the night her brother died. As much as a douchebag he was, he was still her brother. Her caretaker. She become more attached to your side after that day she was like another sister to you much like El.

“Anything?” Nancy asks Lucas who is still sitting in his usual chair on her bedside, always making sure she can feel his fingertips and hear her sing long enough. He shakes his head slowly.

“She’ll come back to us Lucas. I promise.” You assure lightly rubbing the back of his shoulder.

Unfortunately your soul has always been the type to have hope when hope isn’t in sight, in this moment though, you can picture Max waking up.

After visiting for nearly 45 minutes you and Steve leave together as you two were the last ones left in that room.

“She’ll be okay,” Steve says. His fingertips grazing barely over your own. His skin soft but also callused over. “We will get her back.”

“I hope so Steve.” You say back. He opens his passenger car door up to you, sliding you in and shutting it behind you.

The car falls quiet when you’re both sitting beside each other. He hasn’t started the car so you’re surrounded my muted thoughts and the cold air. Seeing the other cars sitting in the parking lot ahead of you, but you can feel Steve’s eyes on you. They’re sharp and they’re loving at the same time. There’s no tension between you too, in fact, there’s a lust from you both even during this time of chaos.

His arm reaches around the gap between you two, his fingers gripping onto your headrest. You couldn’t stand the tension of you two anymore and closed the gap licking your lips with his. His lips soft with newly applied chapstick, mixing with your vanilla chapstick.

That hand that placed on your seat is now gripped on the back of your head. The scratching of his fingernails petting through all the messy baby tangles. Your lips never break from each other. You both exude a need. Eventually during those moments, your thoughts finally snap back to the present realizing your environment.

“Steve,” you pant. The oxygen stripped from your body and a slight sweat beading upon both of your foreheads. “Not here.”

“Agreed.” His hand starting his car, his fingers fidgeting and struggling with his key in the ignition. The car goes into gear and he drives you both off, quickly.

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

“Steve” you moan feeling his soft and sweaty hair tickle under your jaw and along your cheek. He speaks no response. His only verbal communication is spoken through hums of vibrations against your neck.

You pull your body back away from his, you sit straddled around him on the drive seat. His breathing fast and hard as if he ran a mile or more, but he simply sat there in his driver seat. His big brown eyes twinkling in the sunset light that gleams from his window.

The sunset is just barely setting above the WSQK station. The area is fully empty and the building glows its neon lights but its indoor lights stay off.

“You’re so beautiful y/n” he says. His eyes wandering around every inch of your red face and to the neck he just nestled along. Tiny red bruises forming right under your jaw, in your sweet spot.

“No you.” You giggle. You aren’t one to take compliments well, so you usually deflect them even if it’s from Steve. He makes you feel beautiful even when you don’t see it in a mirror.

“You think I’m beautiful?” He laughs cocking a brow to you. His hands softly graze over your hips resting on the bone.

“Mmm more handsome.”

“Either way.” He rolls your hips bringing you closer and planting kisses on your lips. His tongue sweeping across your bottom lip, his teeth nibbling over that path.

“Y/n!!! Steve!!! Anyone!!” The walkie screeches from the backseat. The sudden urgency scare you both to an immediate stop. You rest your forehead against his calming your rushed breath.

“Should we?” You ask.

“If they need us again..”

“SOS urgent!! Please!!” Dustin yells. You hop off of Steve rolling back into your seat on the passenger side and grab onto the walkie.

“Dustin what?”

“Will saw Vecna and they’re going to the Wheelers!! Help!”

You could feel the color and heat drain from your face and all your extremities. You didn’t respond to Dustin or even speak to Steve. But your silent spoke loudly, Steve driving the car like a madman to Nancy’s house.

The passing street lights flickering, the brightness intensifying as you pass, you must be on its tail. Her house sits unscathed from the outside of her driveway but through the many blinded windows the inside lights were flickering.

“Go get Nancy! I love you.” You kiss Steve without a chance for him to change your mind. You jump off your seat slamming the door behind you and bolting through the front door.

Your sights are fogged with confusion before processes the child scream from up the stairs. The tv was on but running static and there’s still dishes out on the counter with unfinished supper that you can see from the door. Karen and Ted are no where to be seen.

You run up the stairs to the screaming seeing Nancy’s younger sister Holly crouching down in her knees in the corner of her room. Her ceiling opening up a bright red portal and gross webs of flesh. There stands a demogorgon fighting its way through the portal.

“We need to go now!” You yell grabbing Holly and rushing her out of the room. As you both leave the room you hear the beast hit the ground of her room, the floor thudding along the entire upper level. Holly takes your hand and rushes you down the hall into your mom’s bedroom and into her bathroom.

“Mommy!” She screams running to her. Her arms tightly around Karen while she cries. You stand there out of breath at Karen who is beyond confused of her current situation.

“What’s going on?!” Karen asks in a panic, hugging Holly back. Her assurances of it being a nightmare felt more like stalling of time. She hasn’t ever experienced this like Nancy and Mike have, but she sure as hell was about too.

The loud footsteps stomp through the hallway.

“It can’t see us but it can hear us.” You whisper. Them nodding quickly and hoping into their bathtub. You rush out of the bathroom and crawl under her bed, keeping your breathing to a minimum no matter how much you need a breath.

The monster storms in the bedroom, its long arms swinging breaking the canopy that sits above you on the bed. Decorative frames and furniture falling to the floor shattering. It reaches the bathroom door and slams the door open. They can’t keep their breath held for that long.

Your body swivels to the end of the bed, you grab a frame and throw it against the wall catching its attention. His loud movements rotate to the sound muting your body crawling back under the bed.

As it comes to a stop, the bathtub water splashes, a little too loud. The demo storms back over there resulting in a scream from Holly and then another shatter, it shooting back against a dresser. Karen and Holly’s footsteps run past you and down the steps. The demo reaching back up to its feet quickly and rushing behind them.

Fuck fuck fuck

You rush down the stairs from under her bed. They cut the corner of the dining room into the kitchen. The tv remote in your arms reach, you chuck it from behind turning its imaginary eyes to you. Though you thought it worked, it did, but only for a moment before you’re thrown against the dining room wall. Your head whipping back hitting a large mirror sending it to the ground and glass shattering into your hair and cutting into your shoulders and arms.

“No!!” You hear Holly scream, you somehow still conscious enough. Your body doesn’t cooperate under the adrenaline you have. You lean to crawl along the carpeted floor around the dining table. Your vision somewhat blurring but you can see the beast hovering over Karen who blocks Holly.

“Do not ever touch my daughter again!” Karen yells smashing her empty wine bottle against its head. Then her being tossed to the hard tiled floor. You can see the blood pooling under her. Her wet nightgown now drenching in her own blood. A long slice sits across her neck and three across her chest.

“Holly!” You yell with what you could. Her standing there scared, her mother bleeding out on the floor. She seems me and then back to the demo, and falls back from tripping on her purple overalls.

“Y/n!!” She screams.

The time stopped for just a few seconds as the front door opens loudly shooting the demos attention down the main hall. Usually it would attack, but something clicked this time and it grabbed onto Holly’s ankle and dragged her across the kitchen floor.

“Holly!!” Nancy yells running down the hall and reaching Holly’s arms. Her might sits strong but the demogorgon is stronger, ripping her from her grasp and the portal slowly starts to wire itself and close.

“Y/n! Are you okay?!” Eleven asks rushing to my side evaluating my injures. You point feeling faint in your head.

“Holly. Go.” You whisper a groan. El running through the kitchen past Nancy and leaping through the portal right before it closes.

“Mom..stay with me. I’m right here. We’re going to get you help!” Nancy says stumbling to go for their red phone line. “Hello? Hello! We need an ambulance…”

Your conscious falling in and out. The stinging pain of your glass cuts and splinters starts to wear on you more and more. You lift one of your hands from your rib, exposing your shirt with a dark red soak of blood.

“Shit.” You say aloud thinking it was internal. You must’ve been loud enough for other to hear as Nancy lets go of the phone and runs towards you.

“Holy shit y/n, shit. Stay with me too” she starts to cry. Her anxious gaze falling between you and her mom a few feet away. “Help! Steve! Anyone!” She yells with the tears falling more.

Red and blue flashes shine from right outside the window lighting up the dining room. The lights flashing off the glass displaying a pretty color way along their beige ceiling and damaged chandelier. Those being the last things before your conscious falls dark.

My lovelies:: @astraealupinblack @mischivana

@yagurlannastasia @alixxhere @onlyangel-444

@teheabrams @astrlape

[fickfort001]

And then I’m not so blue

♡ Steve Harrington x Byers!fem!reader

♡ after all the stuff happening in Hawkins, protecting your family, Vecna slowly changes his game plan to come after you, their protector. Due to you being the target, you and Steve’s secret relationship also slowly comes into light which causes a lot of stress and miscommunication between everyone.

♡ use of y/n, reader is Byer’s daughter, shy but feisty reader, swearing, fighting, abuse, arguing, fluff, smut (at some point 😙), near death, hella injury, and probably other things I have yet to add <3

♡ a/n: yalllll this is part 3, this is slowly becoming a slower burn, slow timeline through the episodes. I think I’m gonna start adding songs to each part that I feel like fit the chapter yk! Also the finale was rough?? But my brain is cooking. Ily you all fr 🫶🏻

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 |

Your chest hurts. It feels heavy.

You shoot awake, surrounded by the familiar faces of your two brothers. The sharp inhale of oxygen hits your lungs, relieving your choked feeling.

“I thought he got you y/n,” Jonathan starts. His hands are rested tightly on your shoulders and his face hovers above yours. Will stands on your other side, inches away from Jonathan, their eyes glued to your face.

“What?” You ask with a raspy morning voice. It feels like you just woke up for the first time in years, but it was only a few hours.

“Your breathing was slowing.” Will adds.

“I think it was sleep paralysis again” you assure. Fear kinda melting over your skin. “It’s been quiet other than your thing at the woods Will.”

“Still, we’re also going to be late. Get dressed we’ll wait in the car.” Jonathan says rubbing his thumbs over your shoulders over the tshirt. The boys leave out of your room closing your door for your privacy.

Your window was still open, even if Jonathan had a fit about it last night. You kinda felt bad for snapping at him, you were more worried as there was one of his enemies hiding in your closet. His enemy. Fuck. Steve.

You don’t remember him leaving, you didn’t wake up during the night to see him leave. Did anyone see? Is he okay?

All the questions rushing to your head scrambling what you were just about to do, then it’s like something was listening. A small paper hidden in the pair of socks you left out for this morning.

Hey sweetheart, I slipped out while you were fast asleep. I didn’t want to get into another fight ;) see you at school baby ~ Steve P.S. yes I did get you a kiss before I left <3

This surely wasn’t the first time Steve had snuck in, but he’d never left a note before until today. It was sweet and refreshing after the hell of a nightmare you awoken from.

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

It’s Friday, the school parking lot is full with more of students’ rich parent’s cars. Their paint jobs glistening under the clear sky and bright sun. Of all the cars though, Steve’s burnt red BMW always sticks out the most. The color was always your favorite and the amount of space was better for things other than storage.

Between the passing periods Steve and you only really give glances. You try to hide your blushes and giddy smiles from him, but he can see right through it.

“Hey y/n!” A cheerful voice squeals behind you. You spin to see Robin and her joyful face jogging up to you.

Robin and you have been a lot closer the past two years since getting into high school. Steve picked up a temporary job at Scoops Ahoy selling ice cream at Starcourt last summer leading you to meeting Robin.

“Hey Robin!” You cheer back.

“I got word about tunnels being built underground? I guess they finished the job. Do you and your boyfriend want to come to Squawk?” Her elbow nudging your side.

“My boyfriend? Since when do I have a boyfriend?” You laugh to her. Your eyes attempting to stay serious as if you totally didn’t have Steve in your bed that very morning.

“You know what I mean” she winks. “Speak of the devil.” Stood ahead of you two was Steve in his red letterman jacket, his hand fiddling in his pockets.

“Ladies” he clears his throat. “Y/n would you like to visit these tunnels with me tonight?”

“Oh meee?” You tease. Robin laughing but also gagging at our interaction.

“Depending how long it takes we can pick something up after.” He offers. You nod. His hand exits his pocket, grabbing softly onto yours before walking past you two to you hope is his next class.

“Mmmm probably more like picking you up after, and putting you down, over and over-” you stare at Robin with your jaw agape. “In the driver seat-.”

“Robin!!” You yelp shooing her sentence. You laugh, your happy interaction cooling down seeing your older brother staring at you from down the hall. How much did he see?

“I’ll see you tonight love.” She says and heads off to her class. You wave her down as she leaves. You and Jonathan left alone in the hallway feet away from each other. No words get said. You both pass each other acting as if you are foreign strangers. The only sense of your presence is the air from both your speeds.

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

“Damn how many people were coming tonight?” You ask. Jonathan pulls up to the WSQK station. It’s in a fairly rural area, you probably haven’t seen building for miles and the only roads are old country roads.

You and Will curled in the backseat with Mike in the middle seat, as Jonathan drove with Nancy in the passenger seat.

“Well, us,” Nancy starts. “I think Joyce and Hop with El.”

“Steve and Robin” you add on. Jonathan’s gaze clicking to you in his rearview mirror. “Robin told me.” You shrug.

“El?” Mike asks. “Eleven will be there?!” His voice peaking with excitement and nervousness at the same time.

It’s been months since they seen each other, hell, even since you’ve seen her. Jim and your mom have been very cautious on her whereabouts and where she’s seen going. Since the lockdowns started the military has also been looking for her.

Because of everything going on, your mom isn’t home too much. You and the boys had a sneaking feeling that her and Jim were having a fling but she don’t want to get our hopes up for a possible step dad later. Especially what happened after Bob.

“Damn we’re the last ones here.” Huffing from the drivers seat. The car parks roughly from his attitude and the backseat clears out. Will opens the clear double doors. The window clings of ‘WSQK’ flaking off against the wind.

“El!” Mike squeals rushing towards her wrapping his arms around her. Her grasp tightening around his shoulders. Her eyes open over his shoulder seeing me and Will standing behind, causing her to fall back from Mike and jump at me with the same energy.

“I missed you kid.” You say squeezing around her small body. “So much.”

“I missed you too y/n” she responds. As she hopes to Will Steve stands in the doorway of the recording booth where Robin sits organizing her scrambled records across the counter.

“Took you long enough!” He teases crossing his arms to you. Your eyes rolling with a small laugh escaping your throat.

“Blame my brother for that then.”

“I’d rather not sweetheart.” Your cheeks heat up and Robin winks over her shoulder to you. “So this is the booth where Robin does most of her radio shows.”

“Uhm I’m rockin Robin.” She corrects still sleeving records. Steve’s hands rise in defense and then one takes yours as he leads you out of the booth.

“This is where I think we will end up staying for awhile. It seems like a safe spot.” He explains entering the main room where everyone else sits. He still never lets go of your hand, ignoring any or all eyes that stare at them.

“Alright attention please and thank you.” Hopper says with a louder voice that almost shakes the glass against Robin’s booth. “We’re all here to start a new era of how this shit is going to go.”

His explanation was both informative and boring at the same. Pretty much all you gathered was, military is bad, military go for El, El must travel underground, underground also has portal for the upside down. Fuck the upside down.

“Wait so the idea is we have to go back to the upside down?” Jonathan asks, almost a fear shaking in his chest.

“If we want to destroy whoever or whatever this Vecna character is.” Hopper says crossing his arms. “I will be going under first. And only me.”

“Jim that wasn’t the plan.” Joyce chimes. Her look of sternness could kill depending who you were. “You cannot go down there alone!”

“We will be in contact here.” He throws her and Will walkies. “My other thought is tracking Vecna from up here too.”

“I can drive.” Steve says.

“I can hook up a satellite tracker for the car.” Dustin follows.

“Okay then Jonathan and Nancy you will join them, Will and y/n-,” he pauses. His eyes softening looking at us both. “You’ll stay here with Mike, Robin, El and Joyce.”

“What?” You voice cracking. “You want us to just sit here and do absolutely nothing?”

“You’d be more of a look out.”

“So that’s doing nothing.”

“It wasn’t my choice.” Your eyes shoot to your mom who refuses to look to you and your brother.

“Mom are you fucking kidding?” You say with a bite in your tone. You wouldn’t want to leave half the group here, or Steve.

“I can’t let you both be away from me. Not with Vecna out there doing whatever.”

“Mom..”

“End of discussion y/n!” A wetness filling into your eyes. You’re upset, you’re frustrated. You didn’t want to be left alone useless. Your chair rattles against the tile as you push against it and leave the building.

The cold air blasts into your face shoving the double doors. The air almost refreshing your thoughts for just barely a second. Walking a path around the small square building, you walk up the side roof ladder to hide on top of the building with the electric tower.

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

“Mom she isn’t me. She’s in a safer spot than I am.” Will pleads. Jonathan still sits in silent in his chair, biting his nails in both panic and heavy thought.

“You’re both targets William. He will take you both and I’ll get stuck under the pressure to save you both.”

“So it’s a you problem?” Jonathan finally chimes.

“No! I want you two safe!” Mom shrieks.

“But I can just go to the upside down? There’s no fight for me?” The heaviness stiffening the room. No response comes from a soul in that room. Jonathan follows in your footsteps by leaving and climbing to the roof.

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

“Hey loser” he groans at the top step. His voice jolting you a little.

“Hey,” there’s a silence between you two. It’s not uncomfortable, it’s more there’s nothing to say.

“Will was vouching for you, both of you.”

“I’m guessing it did nothing.”

“Wow how’d you guess?” You huff a smile. You love Joyce with everything you are, but she never fails to stand on business of her rules and the safety of her family.

“Wild guess.” The air falls silent again.

“She wants to send me down there, there was sure no damn fight for me.” His words ache in your chest a little. You can feel his pain in his actions recently. Jonathan was very much the Byers glass child. The oldest who had to endure the parental figure when he could and had to use his life to protect you and Will’s from Lonnie. “She didn’t even say anything y/n. Like after all I’ve done why am I being given up like that?”

“I don’t think she’s giving you up Jon.” You sigh. You rest your head on his shoulder continuing. “You’ve always been our man of the house. Everything of the Byers falls on you and she probably just assumed that. I don’t want to go. I don’t want Nance, Dustin, Steve..”

“Sis I need you to be honest with me.” You lift your head to look at his. His eyes still faced ahead towards the empty country roads and windy trees.

“Anything.”

“Are you and Steve..”

“No.” You stop. “I.. I don’t know.” The sigh of disappointment escapes Jonathon’s lungs to your weak response. “He’s not bad. I trust him. You just need to get over yourself. Please.”

“I don’t like him y/n.”

“I know.” You feel your tears start again. You aren’t really sure why, you just hate the feeling of disappointing your brothers. “But I do. I think we could work. But we aren’t.. you know?”

He sighs again but it felt more of a relief than anything. He bought your lie.

“Just don’t let it get in the way okay?” You nod to him leaning on his shoulder again.

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

Minutes? Maybe hours have gone by. Honestly you weren’t quite sure. You and Jonathan damn near fell asleep on top of the roof only to be woken up or snapped back to reality hearing the echoes and crowds of voices beneath you.

“Y/n?” Nancy calls out. You groan sliding across the roof to look below seeing her and Steve look up to you.

“Yes?” Your eyes only glueing onto Steve.

“The boys are going to see Max, do you want to come with?”

Max.

My lovelies:: @astraealupinblack @mischivana @yagurlannastasia @alixxhere @onlyangel-444

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

how it feels occasionally revisiting your old fandom you’re no longer a part of but all the good memories are still there. #nostalgia

[fickfort001]

And then I’m not so blue

♡ Steve Harrington x Byers!fem!reader

♡ after all the stuff happening in Hawkins, protecting your family, Vecna slowly changes his game plan to come after you, their protector. Due to you being the target, you and Steve’s secret relationship also slowly comes into light which causes a lot of stress and miscommunication between everyone.

♡ use of y/n, reader is Byer’s daughter, shy but feisty reader, swearing, fighting, abuse, arguing, fluff, smut (at some point 😙), near death, hella injury, and probably other things I have yet to add <3

♡a/n: heyyyyy here’s part 2. Im currently now catching up on season 5 (spare me) but I should’ve mentioned literally all the stuff I write won’t necessarily be canon timeline. I’m kinda going to jumble stuff up until I get closer through season 5 <<33

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4,

@strangergraphics borders <3

“Yeah yeah but who can reject this?” Steve teases leaning back from you shoving off his body in his white t shirt and his denim jacket. You roll your eyes to his teasing, leaning against the vinyl table.

“I sure could’ve.” You say crossing your arms. “It’s not like you chose Nancy later.” Your breath laced with a bit of resentment.

It’s not that you actually had a vendetta against Steve for who he dated in the past, it’s that he asked you to the middle school dance nearly 4 years ago when you were both in 7th grade. Every girl had said no to him except you, but you knew Steve before the girls really got the woo factor for him.

Being the dumb early teen you were, you caught some soft feelings for him after that middle school dance. The feeling never went away you just became really good at shoving it away when it came to other partners.

When he ended up getting together with Nancy, you were already with someone. It really didn’t last too long as he became too touchy and the whole family hated him, his over physical touch started to remind you of your abusive father, in the bad way.

“You sure could’ve. But you didn’t and here I am, right where you want me.” He says with a sly grin. You roll your eyes again but this time with cockiness.

“Oh yeah?” You say swaying over to him. The extra flared fabric of your pajama shorts swinging like a short skirt through the air. “Then dance with me stupid.”

“You want me to dance?” He laughs touching his hands on your waist, his finger feathering with the fabric of your t shirt.

“Unless you’re not where you want to be?” You cock a brow. “Unless I’m just your booty call since Nancy doesn’t want you anymore Steven.”

“Well you’re definitely not that y/n” he whispers into your ear. His brown eyes darting to yours with a soft but a small piece of worry in them. Worry of losing you, worry of fucking up the very thing he has in his hands right now. Worrying of losing both of yours safe spaces.

One of his hands stays sat on your waist, the other crawls up your torso and feathers across your arm as he takes your hand into his. Your hand lays onto his shoulder closing the space between you two. Your feet start to moving into a four step motion. You both moving as if it’s muscle memory from those years ago.

He gives you a twirl and places both of his hands onto your waist bringing you fully into his space. Your chest touching against his abdomen, his breathing becoming unsteadier the more you move against him, you can feel his hot air heave against your forehead due to his tall height. Your arms travel up and rest upon his shoulders giving you both full eye contact to each other.

“You know I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else y/n” he coos shining a bright smile on his face not breaking eye contact with you.

“Not even..”

“Definitely not. I was so heartbroken when you got asked out I panicked.” His confession makes both your chest tight but your stomach flutter. You feel bad for Nancy as she seemed to have really liked him, but it also wasn’t a good fit when you would see them argue everyday at her locker the first year of high school. “I only want you baby girl.”

Your eyes gleam to his words, your stomach still fluttering and feeling warmth from both him, and his body. Your hands teleport from his shoulders to his long hair. Your fingers running slowing through the thick strands, leaving behind a mess but still it refuses to tangle.

“I only want you Steve.” Your hands grip onto his head still wrapped in his hair as you break the air between you with your lips onto his. His kiss reciprocating deeper, matching the energy you’re giving to him.

His hands traveling up and down your waist, squeezing your ass and the side of your breast occasionally. Every squeeze hitches your breath even when you know it’s coming. He pulls away from your kisses still grabbing onto you tight. The room fills quiet besides Phil Collin’s playing softly in the background.

“I love you” he says lifting you off the floor, his hands gripping onto your ass holding you up against him. He softly places you on your bed as to not squeak the springs loudly for the rest of the house to hear. His head dives into your neck, the kisses starting soft and genuine, slowly changing into a harder more greedy kiss.

“Steve-” you pause his kisses and hold his face. Your thumbs rest upon his cheek bones and his eyes can’t choose to look at your bitten lips or your doe eyes. “I love you too.”

His smile takes up nearly his whole face. It was the sweetest smile you’ve probably ever seen from Steve.

You’ve said I love you in the past, it just this time felt..intimate. This wasn’t an ‘I love you be safe’ or ‘I love you as a friend and you’re in my life’. This felt like an ‘I love you and I don’t want anyone else. You’re safe with me always’ kinda I love you.

The record scratches again for the second time tonight, leading to a buzzing silence around your bedroom. Only you and Steve’s breathing fills the emptiness. He lowers his forehead to yours, just resting there. Enjoying the quietness in a world of chaos.

Then the sound of the front door shuts.

You both shoot up from each other keeping silent.

The terror in both your eyes sink into each other, keys rustling against the counter down the hall into the kitchen. Heavy boots falling onto the tile flooring and the front door lock clicking.

Jonathan.

Your moves are swift and quiet as you push against Steve towards your closet. Your metal hangers swinging and falling hitting your various storage bins and metal shoe rack. After forcing Steve behind your clothes, you swing the door closed and jump into your bed, acting as if you’re asleep.

This isn’t the first time Jonathan comes home late and as per his routine, he cracks both you and Will’s doors as a reassuring check in for him. On queue, his footsteps reach the front of your door. The door nob wiggles and squeaks the hinges.

Though your eyes stay closed you can feel his sharp gaze on you, his footsteps coming closer. Why is he coming in here? You toss your body gently and groan, mimicking waking up to see him standing towards your still open bedroom window.

“Jonathan?” You sleepily whisper. Your voice jumps him, his eyes widening.

“Sorry, your window was still open..” he starts.

“Yeah cause I was hot Jon.” You argue.

“Well sorry. I just don’t want—”

“Get out dude.” You huff, his face changing from a worried face to more upset, he storms out nearly slamming your bedroom door. The slam scaring you back, your arms go to wrap around you, to soothe.

Another door clicks open, luckily not your bedroom door but the closet. Steve waddling out holding some of your clothes that were in his way being shoved in there.

“Hey, hey, you’re alright,” he whispers sitting beside you. His hands traveling around your shoulders pulling you into his shoulder.

“You should get going.” You say wiping a piece of your leaking nose.

“Sounds like a sleepover then.” He states leaning back against your bed. As much as you wanted to argue with him, you can’t beat the warmth radiating from his soft smile and open arms across your bed.

As the sucker you are, you fall into his arms. His shirt smelling of his fading cologne he wore earlier that day. Your ear laying up against his chest hearing his steady heartbeat.

His fingers run softly over your hair line, the soothing scratch helps mask the anxiety from just moments prior. The rhythm of his heart soothes you to sleep peacefully

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

Your footsteps are heavy, almost like you’re in quicksand but it doesn’t feel like your pace slows either. There’s flooded puddles and muddy leaves crinkle under every step you take, almost slipping you across the grass.

You’re in those woods again, those damn woods mom banned you all to go through months and months ago. But you heard Will. Will screaming.

The trail seems to never end. You’ve been in the same position the entire run as if you were just on ice. Then the sign reaches inches from your eyes. Castle Byers.

The long marathon run stops here. Your baby brother’s broken stick fort, the fort you helped him build while Jonathan and mom brought you two bologna sandwiches.

Wind waving the ripped blanket he had placed on the top of it and a mix of slime and rain dripping from the sides of the wall logs. You enter the fort seeing Will restrained to the chair seizing. You’re alone, you’re the only one seeing this.

“Help!” You scream. You shake Will’s tense body in an attempt to snap him from this trance. With no avail, a voice calls out from the other side of the fort.

“Honey?” It calls.

“Mom?” You whisper to yourself. You poke your head out of the fort and see nothing but the rotten dark woods you just ran through.

“Oh there you are. I missed you my baby.” Her voice calls again, no figure expressing the sound. Her voice calling closer and closer slowly coming into view through the shadows many feet away.

“You’re safe. We’re safe.” Her voice cracked. The figure coming to view wasn’t her though. The height was nearly double her size, it had much shorter hair and an elegant movement to the way they walked.

There stood a tall man with sweep blonde hair. His white body suit baggy on the sleeves but tight and tailored everywhere else. He has small drops of blood splattered onto his snatched cheek bones.

“Y/n” his voice continued as your mother’s. The bass coming through now.

“Who are you?” You yell out, the heavy rain sliming over your hair and onto your face.

The figure stood still and silent. Jonathan walking up from behind him, but his eyes almost gouged out of his face. Blood dripped across his cheeks still showing his usual blank expression.

“Jonathan!” You scream, at least in your mind. But nothing comes out of your mouth. The burning in your chest starts to burn and feel tight, your breathing becoming harder and harder to control.

Jonathan’s blank figure contorts under the power of the man beside him, your brother’s body falling roughly to the ground.

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

“Y/n! Wake up!”

♡ My lovelies :: @astraealupinblack @mischivana

@yagurlannastasia

[fickfort001]

And then I’m not so blue

♡ Steve Harrington x Byers!fem!reader

♡ after all the stuff happening in Hawkins, protecting your family, Vecna slowly changes his game plan to come after you, their protector. Due to you being the target, you and Steve’s secret relationship also slowly comes into light which causes a lot of stress and miscommunication between everyone.

♡ use of y/n, reader is Byer’s daughter, shy but feisty reader, swearing, fighting, abuse, arguing, fluff, smut (at some point 😙), near death, hella injury, and probably other things I have yet to add <3

♡ a/n: hey yall!! It’s been a while since I wrote a real real fic since like 2012 on wattpad. So pls bear with me and lemme know if I should actually continue this as a series in parts 🫶🏻

Part 2

@strangergraphics vine borders <3

“Will you stop fighting with that boy?” You say blotting the wet rag against your older brother’s face. Jonathan is one of those quieter kids at school but when it comes to Steve Harrington, he doesn’t know how to not show your father’s rage.

“He started it..”

“I don’t care Jon.” You groan placing a bandaid across his lower cheek. “You are literally dating his ex, don’t be so insecure.”

“I’m not insecure y/n!” He defends shooting an angry glare to you.

“Sure whatever.” You sigh throwing away your first aid trash and leaving the bathroom.

The smell of your mom’s chicken casserole filling the room with a familiar warmth of your childhood, it was her main dish she made. It was cheap, easy, and it was probably the best thing she could make.

“Can you let them know suppers ready?” She asks wiping off her hands. You nod, turning back towards the hallway you just came from. You walk out of the back sliding door seeing your younger brother with his friends. Your footsteps are fairly quiet until you crunch a large a little too loud and a little too close sending the group into high alert.

“Y/n!” Will yelps jumping to his feet. “You can’t sneak up every time we’ve been over this!”

“I’m sorry!” You giggle to him. The stress still showing on his face and the other three. “Mom says supper is ready guys.” They nod leaving the crunchy fall ground, following your path back to the house as you lead.

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

The dinner table is fairly quiet. You’re in the middle of a tension of eyes and stress in the air, but the smell of the warm dish in front of you battling the thoughts.

“So what were you guys doing in the woods?” Jonathan asks inhaling his plate. The boys’ eyes widen darting to him and then to each other.

“The woods?” Mom growls. His fork slams against the glass plate making the rest of the table subtly jump. “William Byers we’ve been over this!” Her voice gaining in volume and intensity.

After all the shit going on with Will and in Hawkins, she’s made us hard on rules and stricter than the damn military that keeps us under lockdown. The woods being one of the spots she has banned for us, especially him to go.

Will continues to stay quiet, playing around his noodles and chicken on his plate. The screeching of his metal fork piercing everyone’s ears that fills the heaviness.

“Mrs. Byers, we weren’t doing anything…” Lucas starts, immediately shushed by your mother shooting her angry gaze to him instead of Will.

“I don’t care Lucas. The woods are off limits.”

“Jonathan why would you say anything?” Will asks across the table to the oldest. Jonathon shrugs still staring to his plate that’s nearly wiped clean. “Was it to the hide the fact you got into another fight?”

Your water chokes in your throat, coughing all the air from your lungs after it goes down. The angry gaze from Will now trails to Jonathan.

“Rat.” He growls leaning back hunched on his dining chair. The loud creaking echoes from the legs as he moves sharply. Will sighs loudly grabbing his plate and placing it into the sink and walking down the hall to his bedroom.

“I’m sorry Mrs. Byers” Mike says softly. He sounded so genuine you could barely tell he didn’t actually care. Your mother sighs loudly again but her angry expression has disappeared from her face, now she shows defeat and desperation.

“Thank you for supper.” Dustin adds on grabbing his clean plate and placing it into the sink, the other two boys following his lead. They all three walk down to Will’s room closing the door behind them.

“Anyways..” you attempt to break the tension scooting your chair away from the table to stand.

“Sit.” Your mother demands, your butt immediately hitting the chair. “Jonathan you need to quit. You’re the oldest and have you seen the environment we live in?!”

Jonathan’s demeanor changes from annoyed to more anger after that statement. He is the oldest, this is true, but to be the oldest son of a single mother really has higher expectations than one bargained for.

His voice stays silent as your mother continues her lecture she has almost every time he’d come home with bruises and bloody scars across his face. It’s a lecture you both have heard before, you’re forced to sit almost through each one. As the only daughter of hers you are assumed to take on the motherly duties as well of taking care of your brothers on top of your mom taking care of them.

His chair scoots against the floor, he rises to his feet and leaves through the front door. His hands moved smoothly as he grabbed his coat and the door calmly closed behind him. No word spoke from him during his exit.

You clear your throat standing up grabbing your and Jonathan’s plate, taking it to the sink and starting the faucet.

The family really hasn’t felt the same since Will’s take over and this whole town cut down the middle just months ago. The Christmas lights and demented alphabet still sits painted on the living room wall, almost as it’s become a wallpaper.

“Can you clean up for me dear? I’m supposed to go to Hopper’s tonight to talk about their tunnel crawl idea.” She asks resting her head on your shoulder. Your head leans to lay above hers, feeling her thick hair scratching your cheek with the faint smell of her cucumber mint shampoo.

“Yes, how long will you be out?” You respond moving the plates under the steaming water watching all the particles show a shiny white glass.

“I’m not sure honey. I don’t know what the crawls even are or what he’s going to say.” She explains with disappointment in her tone. “Can you make sure your brother doesn’t…”

“Yes mom.” You interrupt. You already know what she was going to say. She says it every time. Will is practically chained to the property when she’s not around and if she’s not you are to have a mental leash on him. She thanks you and kisses your cheek before heading towards the front door with her coat.

“I love you y/n.”

“I love you too mom.” You smile to her. The door clicking closed and the lock turning. You watch her walk towards her car, backing out, and leaving down the road.

Once her car is out of reach you turn off the water and rush down the hallway to Will’s room. You knock lightly. The boys voices still going as if it was too light. You knock again. The voices stop, footsteps crunching along the old carpet towards the door.

“Hey,” you say with a soft grin. “Can I come in?”

Will turns around silently to the boys, their nods agreeing in unison. You walk past him and lay across the back side of his bed behind Mike and Lucas.

“Mom’s goi no to Hop’s tonight. So you’re stuck with me tonight kiddo.” You say. Will swinging the door back open.

“And Jonathan?” He asks.

“I assume went to Nancy’s. I’m not sure.” You shrug. “He left saying nothing during mom’s lecture about fighting.”

“We found a crack in the woods.” Will starts. “There was a feeling, a static, but it wasn’t as strong as usual.”

“Will..”

“It was for only a second. The crack in the portal we saw it, it was on a tree trunk. But when the feeling went away the tree sewn itself back up. As if it never split. It was so weird.”

“Did you hear anything?” You ask feeling yourself slowly go pale.

“I heard the wind around us, and panting. As if I was out of breath. And school bells?”

“Don’t go back out. Tonight at least, please.” You plead showing worry in your face. Will can see it on your face, you’re worried about him and all of you. He nods reassuring you.

“I’m..I’m gonna go lay down.” You say blankly quickly scooting off his bed and across the hall into your room. You close your door, resting your back against the door.

The memories flood back to you. Your baby brother with his stupid bowl cut mom insisted he needed, seizing strapped to a chair in front of you. His pupils rolling behind his head only showing the whites of his eyes. It was terrifying. Your weak at the knees, gravity pulling your shaking body down to the floor making you wrap around your knees into a ball.

The way you watched your mom go crazy trying to get the Christmas lights to gleam from his touch. And the way you watched the town nearly slice down in half, almost losing everyone you loved. It was a lot. Your tears burning both of your cheeks, nearly soaking your T-shirt you kept using to wipe them off.

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

You aren’t really sure how long you sat there curled up for, the room was a bit more sunny when you first entered your room. The moonlight now being the shine into your window. You must’ve dozed off at some point during your breakdown. Your joints are sore from the sitting for hours, but you stretch it off and check in on the boys.

You crack open Will’s door and see him reading a book, probably for school.

“I see you y/n” he says, catching you trying to shut his door. You sigh loudly and swing it open.

“I’m sorry Will.” You say leaning against his door frame. “You’re just my brother and I feel like there’s always something I can do.”

“You’re doing your best. I’m sorry you..you started to cry.” He says failing to make eye contact with you. Fuck he heard you crying.

“No no, just don’t go and do something stupid. At least until one of us tells you too. Okay?” You send him a small fake smile. His smile grows and nods to you. His bright smile comforts you, your heart warms as you go to close his door again and head into yours.

The moon has completely Illuminated your room. You pop a Phil Collin’s vinyl into your record player, hearing the piano symphonies flood softly in your room.

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

As the vinyl comes to a scratching ending, the room is back to being silent. You go to flip the record to play the other side, but the silence is quickly ended by a knocking against your window. You spin around holding the record tight, your eyes in fear then to comfort to a friendly face smiling to you through the glass.

You walk over unlocking the window and sliding it upwards, the figure climbing through. The struggle really showing as they are barely too tall to fit through.

“Phil Collin’s hm?” The voice says in a teasing tone to you.

“Mhm.” You say spinning back around to play the record. Their arms gently graze over your T-shirt and the exposed part of your torso, warming up your bodies. Their hands swinging your hips slowly, them following the rhythm.

“Sounds like that stupid dance I asked you too.” They chuckle as the beginning tune of A Groovy Kind of Love begins to play. Their face nuzzling into your neck as they laugh, still swaying to the music playing.

“Stupid dance that I said yes to Steven.”

[uniicorns-arereall]

you know what, fuck it be free, keep reading that bad fan fiction, keep writing that bad fanfiction, keep using y/n, keep staying up to 4 a.m reading x reader, to be cringe is too be free

(just NO a.i)

[bathroomcube]

how your 20s feel when you dont know what ur doing

[fickfort001]

~Annual Holiday Party~

Pairing:: Adrian Chase x fem!reader

Summary:: You go to Chris’s annual holiday party after getting bad news and have to admit to Adrian that you relapsed.

Content:: y/n reader, alcohol, swearing, drugs, parental death

A/n:: this was sitting in my drafts ?? Enjoy this angst

~~

While brushing off the fresh snowflakes that linger on your plaid coat, your boots sink through inches walking up towards the door. Tonight was Chris’s annual holiday party he throws around every Christmas.

You swing the door open revealing bright colored lights dancing across the walls and windows. The music was loud just outside the door, its nearly ear shattering inside.

Shoving through the bathroom line in the hallway, you reach into the kitchen seeing the usual 11th street kids crew circling around the counters. Chris and Harcourt standing nearly arm to arm next to eachother, Adebayo typing roughly on her phone mumbling to herself.

“Y/n!!”

Their eyes shoot sharply in your direction radiating small smiles to their faces. Watching their cheerful movements you see John lift up from the fridge holding a fresh beer bottle. The only one missing was Adrian.

“Hey hey!” You chirp waving to them all.

“Mi lady.” John says handing you his cold beer he just grabbed.

“Aw for me?” You take the bottle from him seeing a small rosey hue heat up his cheeks slightly under his beard.

“We already had a head start.” Amelia adds holding her bottle up to cheers me. I reciprocate with my bottle and chug it down.

“Damn” Chris chokes watching the bottle. All Their eyes narrowing with worry on you.

“Where can I put my coat Chris?” You say hastily fighting the embarrassment of their attention. He points down the hall towards his bedroom, and there you walk.

The room is dark and empty. Eagly is sitting nested in his pillows and many other people’s coats that lay ontop of his bed. You slide your wet coat off your arms and fold it over the dozens of others. Over the mumbled music, the bathroom toilet flushes and you hear the sink run quickly before the door clicks open.

“There you are!” You say to Adrian. His slightly messy curls from what you can only guess was from the snowy weather hanging low near his frames. His deadpan expression lights up seeing your happy smile.

“Hi! I love your sweater! No one else wore ugly sweaters with me.” He pouts looking over your red and green tinsel sweater, then to his gingerbread man sweater.

“You think my sweater is ugly?” You pout. His eyes widen slightly slowly processing what your interaction was.

“No no no! Fuck y/n I’m sorry!” He pleads. You giggle as his easy sensitive attitude and grab his hand leading you both out of his room and back into the kitchen.

“You guys did not just fuck in my bed.” Chris says. Adrian’s face scolding towards him instead of laughing at him with you.

“Umm no Chris. As much as you’d wanna cuck.” You rolls your eyes reaching into the fridge.

“For you two? Absolutely not!” You whip your head around raising a brow to him. “I already had a threesome with Adrian I really don’t want to see him naked again if I can help it.”

“That wasn’t a no of watching me.” You say twisting the cap off your bottle, flicking the cap towards Chris. He rolls his eyes and finishes off his drink. Adrian’s face kind of frowning and looking more annoyed at Chris but not speaking it into existence.

You nudge his arm with your elbow raising a brow to him. He just nods to you, almost as if he’s just in your head.

You leap onto the counter and sit next to the fridge leaning your head against it sipping on your beer.

“Are you doing okay y/n?” Adebayo asks eyeing the bottle and you.

“Absolutely! Do I not seem fine?” You say chugging down you bottle once more. Finishing it off and throwing the bottle into the sink to your right. “I’m just having a rough day.”

“Someone say rough day?” Chris says holding a tray of full shot glasses.

“Oh thank god. This might be the best thing you’ve done Chris.” His eyes roll again placing down the tray and passing out the shot glasses. The glasses are filled to the brim, liquor surely dripping out and onto the floor.

Our glasses clink together before the hissing and groans from everyone feeling the usual burn of alcohol. The burn or not, you almost feel addicted to that pain. It’s something you felt like you deserved.

“Another.” You groan slamming your glass onto Chris’s tray.

“I think that’s enough for now..”

“Well I don’t think sooooo…” your closeness from the figure in front of you breaks your drunkenness, but only for a second. A worried Adrian hovers between your legs at eye contact height with your breast that barely peak out of your low cut sweater. “I don’t feel very good—”

The ache swirls in your stomach shooting you off the counter shoving over Adrian as you run to Chris’s master bathroom. At least there’s no line for this one. Without even bothering with the light switch you’re hovered over the toilet expelling all the liquor you’ve ever drank in your life.

After letting every single contents of your stomach out, you flip over and sit against the cabinets under the sink. The room still dark, lightens up softly from the bathroom door softly swinging open.

“Girl what happened?” Adebayo says leaning down offering a glass of water.

You sigh sharply taking the glass from her hand. Her warmth cozying next to you on the bathroom floor.

“My sister called me and told me my dad died in a car accident last night.” You sip the glass. Her face showing both sympathy and shock but she doesn’t verbally react to you. “My mom is kind of going insane. She broke no contact by calling me hysterical and somehow blaming me.”

“Oh my god y/n I’m so sorry.” She places her hand on your knee. “It’s not your fault.”

“I know. But I just really needed a drink.”

“I wouldn’t blame you after that bullshit. But you usually aren’t a puker so what’s that about?”

“I may or may not have gone out last night and uh..”

“Y/n..”

“I was invited to take a bump and I did. And then I did another and another.”

“Y/n!” She yells to you ringing your ear a little.

“I only did like 4? 5? Lines. I went through the withdrawal already! I’m fine!” You say trying to calm her down. You really didn’t think it was a huge thing as you’ve had issues with drugs in the past, and this was only a one thing.

“Withdraw?! Someone say withdraw?!” Adrian yells from the hallway before running into the doorway of the bathroom.

“That’s my queue to leave.” Ads rises to her feet leaving him and I alone.

“Are you withdrawing? Do you need ibuprofen? Narcan? Water? I’ll do whatever y/n—” He rambles grabbing and shaking your hands while he’s kneeled in front of you.

“Adrian! I’m fine!” You snap interrupting him.

“I don’t believe you cause I was eavesdropping and you relapsed?! You were doing so well! Why would you..”

“Adrian!!” You yell inches from his face. “My fucking dad died and my mom called me!”

His face, shocked and taken aback but his body still stays inches away from you, still holding onto your hands.

“I..I didn’t know. I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah I know. It’s fine. Just..just leave me alone.”

He doesn’t add anything more and shuffles out of the bathroom and leaves you alone on the tiled floor. The coldness of the floor and fan running on the bedroom ceiling sends shivers through your body, even through the sweater.

~

The musics been shut off and the loud voices finally stopped after hours of booming through the wall. No one came in the bedroom or the bathroom since Adrian left. You stand up feeling shaky in your legs as if they fell asleep, you were weak.

You leave Chris’s room seeing the hallway trashed with empty and half drank cups. The carpet is gonna wreak of alcohol tomorrow.

Walking over the filth through the hallway, the living room really wasn’t any better. Except Adrian sits on the recliner scrolling on his phone.

“You’re still here?” You croak to him shooting him out of his seat startled.

“Of course I am. I wasn’t going to let you be alone, especially around all this” motioning the mess and leftovers of multiple substances that lay on almost all the tables. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore, hungry I think?”

“I’ll take you home, where do you wanna stop for food? Cause I know you didn’t ask, I’m really feeling a sandwich of some kind.”

“Wherever you wanna go, Adrian” you smile to him. Taking his hand following him out of the house.

~~

[fickfort001]

~~ Post Mission injury ~~

Pairing:: fem!reader x Adrian Chase

Summary:: you got wounded from a mission and give in to his desperate need to help you.

Content:: fluff, y/n, blood, swearing, more fluff

A/n:: just something short and sweet !!

~~~~

“Come on you’re injured y/n,” Adrian pleads unable to grasp you fiddling with your open wound along your ribs.

“I’m fine Adrian fuck” you hiss through your teeth from the burning pain in your side. You limp your way to the bathroom lifting your shirt. The wound is pretty deep, almost the idea of stitches popping in your head.

Hours before this incident, you and vigilante were fighting a group of butterflies with Harcourt and Chris. The fight kinda went sideways leading to a large explosion inside the home shooting you back smashing you through window, shattering the glass and your rib catching against the window pane divider. The rigid glass staying intact as it dug into your skin.

The glass shards leaving you here, arguing with Adrian to not take care of you.

In the wound tiny glistens of glass sparkle just under the pool of dried blood. Your mumbled curses teleport Adrian to your side in the bathroom.

“Y/n there’s glass in there. I don’t want you to get an infection.” His eyes glare in desperation reflecting to you through the mirror. “Plus it’s already getting a red ring and that’s usually a sign of infec-”

“Okay fuck. You’re so annoying when you try to be persistent.” Your interruption changing his face to a more hesitant smile to not take your words literally.

He knows when you’re in pain or your mission goes bad it pisses you off for the whole day. You lift off your shirt leaving you in your dusty now torn jeans and your black bra.

“Don’t make this sexual Vig.” You growl. Words were escaping from his throat but he swallowed him sending his focus to the gash.

He pays the area with an antispectic hissing from your moth from the burning sensation. Apologies and humming coming from him every couple seconds during his small operation.

His fingers glide across the underwire of your bra, signaling consent to loft it just slightly. His eyes worried of either getting scolded or worse, punched.

“Bite me?” He chuckles seeing the faded tattoo laid across your bottom shoulder blade near your breast and armpit. “Who is doing the biting and why are we biting? Seems a little cannibalistic does it not?” His laughs becoming louder.

“I got it when I was 18 ass.” Your eyes roll to his joking antics waiting for this interaction to be finished.

“Hey I’m not judging.”

“You are.”

“Am not!” He places the final gauze pad onto your rib taping the edges for it to stay on. “All fixed!” He cheers shining a big smile to you.

“Hm. Thank you,” you say softly checking his work in the mirror. “And the bite me is literal.” You purr looking up at him.

His chest rising and falling deeply at the distance between you two. Your comment heating his cheeks.

“Like.”

Your nod finishes his sentence before he can even let it all out. You leave the bathroom leaving Adrian dumbfounded and flustered with nothing to release from.

“You’re gonna be a piece of work.”

~~~