Songbird Singing Things Frost Kisses
Songbird Singing Things — Frost Kisses
WARNINGS: Just pure fluff, Spoilers for S2 EP9 Summary: Having to be a chaperone for the Snow Ball was not in your evening plans, not at all. However, as you're greeting the middle schoolers and making sure they get in safely, you run into Steve Harrington, your best friend, dropping off Dustin. It's cold and icy everywhere, but thankfully, Steve is there to lend a helping hand. A/N: Frost Kisses? Get it? Instead of Frost Bites? It's 1:10 am I gotta go to bed. Enjoy <3 Word Count: 3.4K Looking at your reflection in the mirror, all you wanted to do was rip off what you were wearing and slide into a warm pair of pajamas. A bowl of popcorn could have been on your bed, drizzled with butter and sprinkled with salt, and Indiana Jones & the Temple of Doom could have been on your small television screen. Instead, you were dressed in a ruffled blue dress with puffed sleeves that your mom had bought for you at the department store about an hour away. The shoes were uncomfy, the dress made noise when you moved, and the necklace around your neck felt like it was choking you. Your hair was pulled and tugged at it in all different directions and your shoes were pinching your feet so much that you were sure that each toe would be covered in blisters. "Y/N, would you come downstairs darling? If you're going to grab a ride with me on my way to Karen's this evening, we need to go now!" Sighing, you frowned at yourself in the mirror, swiped one last layer of lip gloss on, and shoved the tube in your clutch. You took the stairs one foot at a time and very carefully, trying to not trip over yourself. Gasping, your mother watched you come into view, instantly grabbing her polaroid and snapping a picture. You blinked away the bright flash and grimaced. "Mom, really?" You say, unhappy with everything that was going on. "Oh you look beautiful sweetheart. Perfect, if I do say so myself, I knew that dress would look spectacular on you." A thankful, yet strained smile, flickered across your cheeks. "Remind me why I'm doing this again?" you manage, watching your mother's face as it morphs into one of annoyance. "Y/N. You are doing this because it is nice to do favors for your friends. Karen said there needed to be one more volunteer to chaperone the school dance, and I said that she could count on you!" You rolled your eyes and pressed your lips into a tight smile. "Alright. Fine. But next time, please ask me before just signing me up?" "Well, honey, I didn't think it'd be that big of a deal." Your mother sighed, digging in her purse to find her car keys. "Besides, you won't be totally by yourself, Nancy will be there!" That made you feel a bit better. Sure, you knew Nancy well, but she was in the grade below you and had dated your friend, Steve. Key word – had. The last you really heard about her was that she had dumped Steve Harrington in favor of Jonathan Byers. That was what led you to the introduction of the true realities of Hawkins when you were babysitting the Wheeler kids. Steve had walked into their house wielding a nail-studded baseball bat and a confident expression fixed on his face, leaving you with too many questions and not enough answers. He was patient with you as he, and the kids, word-vomited information about Eleven and the true disappearance of Will and the Upside Down. It was just then when you realized how brave Steve really was. Hell, you saw it up close and personal when he shoved you out of the way when Billy Hargrove came in swinging at the kids you were looking after. After that whole debacle, your time with Steve had been limited due to prior commitments and the aftermath of those damn demo dogs. You hadn't gotten to see him in a little while. "Y/N? Where'd you go?" Suddenly, you register a hand waving in front of you, indicating you had spaced. You shake your head, making your dangly earrings knock into your jaw a bit. "Okay," you sigh, adjusting your dress once more, "yeah, let's go." The Snow Ball had barely begun by the time you got there. You found Nancy, who immediately waved and smiled at you, beckoning you over to where she was. "Hi Y/N! I'm glad I'm not really alone doing this." She confessed, a relieved expression on her face. "Me too," You admit, looking around and finding just parents and teachers as the rest of the volunteers. "I love your dress," She says, eyeing the material closely. "It's beautiful." You smile. "Thanks, I love yours as well. The plaid is really pretty." Out of the corner of your eye, you see someone taking pictures of the venue, causing a slight smirk to cross your features. "Byers' here taking pictures, huh?" You comment, nudging Nancy a bit. She blushes as her eyes find Jonathan's, waving a bit to him. "Oh, uh, yeah. He's here to get some for their yearbook and school paper." You nod your head and nudge her side a bit. "I'm glad you're happy with him. He seems really nice." You say, organizing some of the plastic cups on the punch table in front of you while Nancy continued to stare at her boyfriend. "He is," she says breathily. "Damn," you murmur, "you've got it bad, Nance." "And you don't?" Immediately, her comment makes you whip your head up to look at her. "Whaddyou mean?" You spit out quickly. "Oh, come on Y/N. I know you've got a thing for Steve." You scoff and shake your head. "No way," you say, waving your hands in front of you, "you know what he's like." "Yeah, I do." Nancy confirms, "which is why I know that he's interested in you as well." You huff a bit but can't help a flush that seems to take over your body at the thought. Steve? Liking you like that? Sure, you're friends, but… nah, no way. Just moments later, the staff dimmed the lights of the gymnasium and flicked on the spotlights and disco ball. At once, kids started milling in from the double doors. "Oh, I should probably go outside and make sure they get inside okay," you suggest, earning a nod from Nancy. "Good idea – the steps can get kind of icy though, be careful with those heels!" You throw Nancy a thumbs up and make your way outside. It's cold, wow it's cold – who knew Hawkins' winter could bite like this? It's easy enough work, though. Little middle schoolers in dresses and suits, awkward as can be. You try to give as many smiles as you could, wanting to soothe their anxieties about first dates and slow dances. You're able to spot Mike Wheeler and Lucas Sinclair head on in, the latter seemingly rehearsing lines. "Hey kiddos," you chirp. The two boys looked at you and offered you a smile. "Hi Y/N." You pause after their response, looking at Lucas a bit more intently. "Sinclair, I'm sure if you just ask her she'll say yes." At your words, Lucas stands up a bit straighter and his eyes go wide. "Uh, what are you talking about?" He sort of stutters out, garnering a nudge from Mike. You smile and shake your head. "Just have fun." You wave them off just as you spot a girl with red hair taking the steps up to the school. She seems to relax at the sight of you but tries her best not to show any nerves. "Wheeler and Sinclair are already in there–" "Why do you think I care where Lucas is?" She says quickly, making you laugh a bit. She hurries up the rest of the steps and darts quickly inside the gymnasium, followed closely by Will. The sea of kids starts to damper to just a few kids leaving their parents' cars. The sky is dark – a perfect piece of parchment paper that someone accidentally spilled their entire ink bottle on. Stars speckled the vast expanse, only outshined by the bright full moon. It was peaceful. A nice juxtaposition from the events that occurred just a week previously. Scary creatures from the Upside Down that threw you in the middle of danger, just Steve Harrington wielding that damn bat, standing between you and peril. As if you conjured him out of thin air, a burgundy BMW pulled into view. You recognized it instantly. Placing one hand on your jutted out him, you watched through the car windows as the most popular kid in your grade gave a pep talk to little Dustin Henderson, the boy's hair all poofed up. Steve gave you a wave, which you returned, through the dusty window. It only took a few moments for Dustin to gather himself and then step out of Steve's car, taking the steps one at a time. His eyes found you and he smiled a toothy grin. "Hi Y/N!" He exclaimed, looking somewhat eagerly between both you and the car. "Looking sharp, Dustin," you compliment, earning a beam from the boy in front of you. He straightened his bowtie a bit. "You'll knock 'em dead." He nods and starts going inside, but turns around immediately and runs back to Steve's car. "Wait- Dustin!" You call, trying to make your way down the steps as quickly, and carefully, as you could. However, the heels and ice didn't pair together as nicely as you would've hoped, and one bad step had you pinwheeling to try and stay balanced. Just as you were falling backwards, though, a strong arm braced your lower back and kept you standing. Looking up, you found Steve's brown eyes staring directly into your Y/E/C ones, an air of quiet concern and amusement battling within his. "The steps are icy," he says, a bit breathless. Nodding, you give him a little smile. "Yeah, I know." Steve chuckles a bit and helps you stand back up. You brush out your dress a bit before your eyes are on Dustin. "Hey, are you okay? You're not nervous, are you?" You ask, your voice soft. Dustin's gaze is quick, again, between you and Steve. However, you focus yours directly on Harrington's face, watching it transform as he shifts his jaw and communicates to the younger boy by giving him a hard stare. "Uh… yeah! Nervous." He finally spits out. You're still skeptical, but decide to brush it off. "Well, everyone's inside and Nancy's by the punch bowl if you need any help." Dustin nods and waves goodbye as he takes the steps quickly. "Go get 'em tiger!" You shout. Steve laughs as he watches Dustin all but leap through the doors. Raising an eyebrow, you look back at Steve. "I'm assuming the hair was your idea?" You quip. Steve grins and scratches the back of his head. "He wanted to know the secrets behind the success," he said simply, a lovely warmth in his voice. You nod and look back towards the gym. The Snow Ball was in full swing now – all of the stragglers having finally found their way inside. "I should, uh, probably get back–" you begin, pointing with your thumb towards the school. "You look beautiful." He interrupts. Standing there, almost shivering in the nippy December air, you grin. "Thank you." You breathe out. There's a quiet that graces the air as Steve just takes you in. You fiddle a bit with the material of the dress before a harsh gust of wind swept past the both of you. Steve was completely fine in his soft looking red sweater. You, however, grabbed your arms and shuddered as a shiver worked its way through your body. "Shit, it's cold." You hiss. Steve wanted to punch himself in the face. Of course, of course, this was the one time he wasn't wearing a sweatshirt or jacket that he could easily take off and give to the girl he likes. He was pissed, watching you wrap yourself in your arms to try and stay warm. "It's really nice to see you Steve and as much as I want to stay out here–" "–You're freezing your ass off." He interjects, watching with a crestfallen expression. You nod your head and give him a sheepish smile. "If you're free, gimme a call tomorrow." You suggest, trying not to let how much you desire him do just that seep into your voice. He throws a tight-lipped smile your way and nods curtly, watching you smile and begin climbing the steps. It's still incredibly icy as you begin the trek back up to the double doors. To your dismay, you're a bit wobbly during each step, resulting in your arms stretching out to help with balance. "Hey, wait, let me help," Steve instantly takes one of your hands in his and, with his helpfully tractioned shoes, takes on the steps easily. At all times, he's one or two steps in front of you, your hand in his to act as a sort of support beam. "Thanks," you murmur, your focus only on the next elevated slab of concrete. "I don't know why I wore these shoes, it was a stupid idea." "Gotta disagree there," Steve mutters to himself quietly. Finally, the both of you make it all the way to the top of the steps, finding and making eye contact with Nancy. She gives the two of you a wave, makes sure that everything with the punch bowl is situated, and drifts over. "Y/N, are you okay?" She wonders, looking at your chilled figure. "Oh yeah, totally fine. Almost slipped on some ice and caught frostbite, but everything's under control," you joke. Nancy smiles and nods, taking note of your hand still in Steve's. "Well, uh, everything's totally fine here. In fact, if you want, you could probably get away with leaving early. All the kids have to have a parent come inside and sign them out, so unless you want to sit on the bleachers and watch middle schoolers slow dance, you're free!" Elation creeps into your features. "Oh, that would be amazing. Do you think I could use the front office phones?" Nancy's face screws into one of confusion. "Huh? What for?" "So I get picked up by–" "I can drop you off at home." Steve cuts in, drawing both yours and Nancy's attention. A satisfied smirk crosses Nancy's face while one of surprise, and underlying delight, flashes upon yours. "Really? That would be great." "Yeah, no problem." He says, like it's no big deal. "Probably should keep holding my hand though, don't want you falling on the steps." A flush creeps up your neck and onto your cheeks. "Yeah, I guess I should." After bidding a quick goodbye to Nancy, the two of you enter the sheer, icy wind of the night. You tremble slightly at the chill, but whereas Steve had merely held your hand before, he now wrapped an arm around your frame and pressed you close to him. If anyone were to have asked, you would have been happy to tell them that you could've slipped and cracked your head open on the ice for all you cared – Steve Harrington was just that intoxicating. As the two of you took one step at a time, you were held closer and closer to him with every movement. You could smell his shampoo, his deodorant, the aroma of his hair products. You could barely make out the rhythm of his heart beating and the pattern in which he breathes. It was quiet and cold, but everything was well. Finally, you made it to where his car was, illegally, parked in the bus loop. With a click of his car keys, the doors unlocked and he opened the door for you. "Quite the gentleman this evening," you quip, settling down on the car seat. He shuts the door and then makes his way to the driver's seat, plugging the key into ignition. "Well, I am technically whisking a girl in a blue dress away from a ball." He says, tilting his head at you in a joking manner, making that fluffy piece of his hair flop. God you loved it when he did that. You grin and close your eyes, letting your head hit the headrest. Steve wordlessly starts the car and the heaters start blasting, enveloping you in a warm hug. "That feels nice," you hum. You register him switching the car into 'drive' as the radio starts playing and the familiar feeling of driving on pavement sinks in. You don't open your eyes for the entire time – instead, you relish in the warmth of the car and Steve's soft voice, singing along to all the familiar tunes that pop on. In no time, he was pulling into your driveway. "Y/N, we're here." he murmurs, shaking your form gently. You groaned in unhappiness, but nevertheless, fluttered your eyes open. "But it's so comfy here." You protest, garnering a light laugh from Steve. "C'mon, I'll walk you to your door." You frown but abide by what he suggests, unbuckling your seatbelt and exiting the car. The walk to your front door is short, but is elongated indefinitely when something cold settles on your skin. You squint your eyes to examine it even further to find… It's snowing. Instantly, you jerk your head towards the sky to find millions of fluffy, white snowflakes falling down on both you and Steve. "Wow," you breathe, watching the snow and then turning to look at the boy next to you. You were surprised to see that his eyes were steady on you. "No wonder the steps were so icy." Where he might've laughed before, now he just took a step closer to you. "You have snowflakes on your eyelashes," he whispers, "and in your hair." Raising a hand to a strand of hair that had fallen in front of your face, he takes it and tucks it behind your ear. You can hardly breathe, so he takes the chance. "You really do look beautiful. You're always beautiful, but… damn L/N, you cut quite a fine figure in this dress." Steve's melted chocolate eyes bore into your Y/E/C ones. The only reaction you could really come up with was tenderly gripping the bottom of his soft red sweater. "I'm cold, Steve." you murmur, leaning closer to him. "Can you make me feel warm?" Slowly, so slowly, does he meet your lips. His barely touch yours at first, merely a brush. But he hears the shudder of your breath, and he throws away the whole concept of a sweet kiss goodnight. Instead, one of his hands cradles your cheek and the other wraps around your waist, pressing you impossibly close to him as he completely envelopes your lips in his. Steve's in control, dictating the push and pull and deepening the angle of the kiss. It leaves you utterly his as all you could do was hold onto that sweater for dear life. The material was the one thing grounding you to this Earth, for each time he met your lips, you were in the stars. With a few more long kisses and a smattering of pecks to your lips, he pulls away from your face but keeps his hands where they were. Heavy breathing was what filled the quiet, cold air but damn did you feel toasty. "Come inside with me?" You prompt, earning a raised brow from Steve. He quirked his now swollen lips and cracked a grin. "One kiss and you're inviting me inside?" He jokes, earning a little push from your fists. "To curl up on my couch while Indiana Jones plays in the background, and eventually, fall asleep." At your suggestion, Steve's expression seems to, if even possibly, glow. It didn't take long for you to fall into a deep sleep. You had changed into a comfortable set of pajamas before the movie had started and joined Steve on the plush couch in your living room, a blanket thrown over the both of you. More kisses had been shared throughout the evening – short and fleeting ones mixed into the bunch of slow, longing ones. But just as you had promised, sleep graced your mind. Your head was supported by Steve's chest – the steady rise and fall of it lulling you into a slumber. Your arms had managed to wind themselves around his torso and your legs had tangled with his. Steve, though, was not sleepy. Instead, he watched you peacefully doze and just marveled at the sight of you. To hell with Indy and his perilous journey of escaping the underground temple. Steve couldn't keep his eyes off of you, until he too eventually fell asleep – a blissful smile on his face. Whereas some people had to spend lifetimes collecting the things they required to live their life, Steve had everything right here in his arms.
Summer jobs were stupid. Summer jobs had no point. Summer jobs had you sprinting into the bathroom with your two best friends, Robin and Steve, to puke up whatever truth serum had been injected into all three of your systems. The entirety of the past… how many hours? You had no clue, but whatever length of time that the three of you were bound by rope – Robin and Steve in one room and you in isolation – bruised, and interrogated seemed to last for years with no end in sight. However, you three managed to stay alive long enough for Dustin and Erica to rescue you. It was definitely not a pretty sight. Giggling and stumbling over yourselves, the drug affected your nervous systems so greatly that you had no filter.
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Steve was excited, well maybe excited wasn't the right word… Steve was ready to have a stable length of time in Hawkins. No monsters, no Upside Down, and more importantly, no girl problems. The first two had remained – he and the now group of freshman kids he had continuously slain monsters with had heard no whisperings of anything spooky going on. Maybe it was the fact that El had lost her powers, or even that she and the Byers' had moved to bright and sunny California. But, Steve was thankful for the lack of creatures and Russians knocking at his door constantly.
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Songbird Singing Things — Frost Kisses
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Gönderi sahibi stilinskijedi011❀ Back to Navigation ❀ ❀ Stranger Things Masterlist ❀ Steve Harrington x F!ReaderWARNINGS: Just pure fluff, Spoilers for S2 EP9 Summary: Having to be a chaperone for the Snow Ball was not in your evening plans, not at all. However, as you're greeting the middle schoolers and making sure they get in safely, you run into Steve Harrington, your best friend, dropping off Dustin. It's cold and icy everywhere, but thankfully, Steve is there to lend a helping hand. A/N: Frost Kisses? Get it? Instead of Frost Bites? It's 1:10 am I gotta go to bed. Enjoy <3 Word Count: 3.4K Looking at your reflection in the mirror, all you wanted to do was rip off what you were wearing and slide into a warm pair of pajamas. A bowl of popcorn could have been on your bed, drizzled with butter and sprinkled with salt, and Indiana Jones & the Temple of Doom could have been on your small television screen. Instead, you were dressed in a ruffled blue dress with puffed sleeves that your mom had bought for you at the department store about an hour away. The shoes were uncomfy, the dress made noise when you moved, and the necklace around your neck felt like it was choking you. Your hair was pulled and tugged at it in all different directions and your shoes were pinching your feet so much that you were sure that each toe would be covered in blisters. "Y/N, would you come downstairs darling? If you're going to grab a ride with me on my way to Karen's this evening, we need to go now!" Sighing, you frowned at yourself in the mirror, swiped one last layer of lip gloss on, and shoved the tube in your clutch. You took the stairs one foot at a time and very carefully, trying to not trip over yourself. Gasping, your mother watched you come into view, instantly grabbing her polaroid and snapping a picture. You blinked away the bright flash and grimaced. "Mom, really?" You say, unhappy with everything that was going on. "Oh you look beautiful sweetheart. Perfect, if I do say so myself, I knew that dress would look spectacular on you." A thankful, yet strained smile, flickered across your cheeks. "Remind me why I'm doing this again?" you manage, watching your mother's face as it morphs into one of annoyance. "Y/N. You are doing this because it is nice to do favors for your friends. Karen said there needed to be one more volunteer to chaperone the school dance, and I said that she could count on you!" You rolled your eyes and pressed your lips into a tight smile. "Alright. Fine. But next time, please ask me before just signing me up?" "Well, honey, I didn't think it'd be that big of a deal." Your mother sighed, digging in her purse to find her car keys. "Besides, you won't be totally by yourself, Nancy will be there!" That made you feel a bit better. Sure, you knew Nancy well, but she was in the grade below you and had dated your friend, Steve. Key word – had. The last you really heard about her was that she had dumped Steve Harrington in favor of Jonathan Byers. That was what led you to the introduction of the true realities of Hawkins when you were babysitting the Wheeler kids. Steve had walked into their house wielding a nail-studded baseball bat and a confident expression fixed on his face, leaving you with too many questions and not enough answers. He was patient with you as he, and the kids, word-vomited information about Eleven and the true disappearance of Will and the Upside Down. It was just then when you realized how brave Steve really was. Hell, you saw it up close and personal when he shoved you out of the way when Billy Hargrove came in swinging at the kids you were looking after. After that whole debacle, your time with Steve had been limited due to prior commitments and the aftermath of those damn demo dogs. You hadn't gotten to see him in a little while. "Y/N? Where'd you go?" Suddenly, you register a hand waving in front of you, indicating you had spaced. You shake your head, making your dangly earrings knock into your jaw a bit. "Okay," you sigh, adjusting your dress once more, "yeah, let's go." The Snow Ball had barely begun by the time you got there. You found Nancy, who immediately waved and smiled at you, beckoning you over to where she was. "Hi Y/N! I'm glad I'm not really alone doing this." She confessed, a relieved expression on her face. "Me too," You admit, looking around and finding just parents and teachers as the rest of the volunteers. "I love your dress," She says, eyeing the material closely. "It's beautiful." You smile. "Thanks, I love yours as well. The plaid is really pretty." Out of the corner of your eye, you see someone taking pictures of the venue, causing a slight smirk to cross your features. "Byers' here taking pictures, huh?" You comment, nudging Nancy a bit. She blushes as her eyes find Jonathan's, waving a bit to him. "Oh, uh, yeah. He's here to get some for their yearbook and school paper." You nod your head and nudge her side a bit. "I'm glad you're happy with him. He seems really nice." You say, organizing some of the plastic cups on the punch table in front of you while Nancy continued to stare at her boyfriend. "He is," she says breathily. "Damn," you murmur, "you've got it bad, Nance." "And you don't?" Immediately, her comment makes you whip your head up to look at her. "Whaddyou mean?" You spit out quickly. "Oh, come on Y/N. I know you've got a thing for Steve." You scoff and shake your head. "No way," you say, waving your hands in front of you, "you know what he's like." "Yeah, I do." Nancy confirms, "which is why I know that he's interested in you as well." You huff a bit but can't help a flush that seems to take over your body at the thought. Steve? Liking you like that? Sure, you're friends, but… nah, no way. Just moments later, the staff dimmed the lights of the gymnasium and flicked on the spotlights and disco ball. At once, kids started milling in from the double doors. "Oh, I should probably go outside and make sure they get inside okay," you suggest, earning a nod from Nancy. "Good idea – the steps can get kind of icy though, be careful with those heels!" You throw Nancy a thumbs up and make your way outside. It's cold, wow it's cold – who knew Hawkins' winter could bite like this? It's easy enough work, though. Little middle schoolers in dresses and suits, awkward as can be. You try to give as many smiles as you could, wanting to soothe their anxieties about first dates and slow dances. You're able to spot Mike Wheeler and Lucas Sinclair head on in, the latter seemingly rehearsing lines. "Hey kiddos," you chirp. The two boys looked at you and offered you a smile. "Hi Y/N." You pause after their response, looking at Lucas a bit more intently. "Sinclair, I'm sure if you just ask her she'll say yes." At your words, Lucas stands up a bit straighter and his eyes go wide. "Uh, what are you talking about?" He sort of stutters out, garnering a nudge from Mike. You smile and shake your head. "Just have fun." You wave them off just as you spot a girl with red hair taking the steps up to the school. She seems to relax at the sight of you but tries her best not to show any nerves. "Wheeler and Sinclair are already in there–" "Why do you think I care where Lucas is?" She says quickly, making you laugh a bit. She hurries up the rest of the steps and darts quickly inside the gymnasium, followed closely by Will. The sea of kids starts to damper to just a few kids leaving their parents' cars. The sky is dark – a perfect piece of parchment paper that someone accidentally spilled their entire ink bottle on. Stars speckled the vast expanse, only outshined by the bright full moon. It was peaceful. A nice juxtaposition from the events that occurred just a week previously. Scary creatures from the Upside Down that threw you in the middle of danger, just Steve Harrington wielding that damn bat, standing between you and peril. As if you conjured him out of thin air, a burgundy BMW pulled into view. You recognized it instantly. Placing one hand on your jutted out him, you watched through the car windows as the most popular kid in your grade gave a pep talk to little Dustin Henderson, the boy's hair all poofed up. Steve gave you a wave, which you returned, through the dusty window. It only took a few moments for Dustin to gather himself and then step out of Steve's car, taking the steps one at a time. His eyes found you and he smiled a toothy grin. "Hi Y/N!" He exclaimed, looking somewhat eagerly between both you and the car. "Looking sharp, Dustin," you compliment, earning a beam from the boy in front of you. He straightened his bowtie a bit. "You'll knock 'em dead." He nods and starts going inside, but turns around immediately and runs back to Steve's car. "Wait- Dustin!" You call, trying to make your way down the steps as quickly, and carefully, as you could. However, the heels and ice didn't pair together as nicely as you would've hoped, and one bad step had you pinwheeling to try and stay balanced. Just as you were falling backwards, though, a strong arm braced your lower back and kept you standing. Looking up, you found Steve's brown eyes staring directly into your Y/E/C ones, an air of quiet concern and amusement battling within his. "The steps are icy," he says, a bit breathless. Nodding, you give him a little smile. "Yeah, I know." Steve chuckles a bit and helps you stand back up. You brush out your dress a bit before your eyes are on Dustin. "Hey, are you okay? You're not nervous, are you?" You ask, your voice soft. Dustin's gaze is quick, again, between you and Steve. However, you focus yours directly on Harrington's face, watching it transform as he shifts his jaw and communicates to the younger boy by giving him a hard stare. "Uh… yeah! Nervous." He finally spits out. You're still skeptical, but decide to brush it off. "Well, everyone's inside and Nancy's by the punch bowl if you need any help." Dustin nods and waves goodbye as he takes the steps quickly. "Go get 'em tiger!" You shout. Steve laughs as he watches Dustin all but leap through the doors. Raising an eyebrow, you look back at Steve. "I'm assuming the hair was your idea?" You quip. Steve grins and scratches the back of his head. "He wanted to know the secrets behind the success," he said simply, a lovely warmth in his voice. You nod and look back towards the gym. The Snow Ball was in full swing now – all of the stragglers having finally found their way inside. "I should, uh, probably get back–" you begin, pointing with your thumb towards the school. "You look beautiful." He interrupts. Standing there, almost shivering in the nippy December air, you grin. "Thank you." You breathe out. There's a quiet that graces the air as Steve just takes you in. You fiddle a bit with the material of the dress before a harsh gust of wind swept past the both of you. Steve was completely fine in his soft looking red sweater. You, however, grabbed your arms and shuddered as a shiver worked its way through your body. "Shit, it's cold." You hiss. Steve wanted to punch himself in the face. Of course, of course, this was the one time he wasn't wearing a sweatshirt or jacket that he could easily take off and give to the girl he likes. He was pissed, watching you wrap yourself in your arms to try and stay warm. "It's really nice to see you Steve and as much as I want to stay out here–" "–You're freezing your ass off." He interjects, watching with a crestfallen expression. You nod your head and give him a sheepish smile. "If you're free, gimme a call tomorrow." You suggest, trying not to let how much you desire him do just that seep into your voice. He throws a tight-lipped smile your way and nods curtly, watching you smile and begin climbing the steps. It's still incredibly icy as you begin the trek back up to the double doors. To your dismay, you're a bit wobbly during each step, resulting in your arms stretching out to help with balance. "Hey, wait, let me help," Steve instantly takes one of your hands in his and, with his helpfully tractioned shoes, takes on the steps easily. At all times, he's one or two steps in front of you, your hand in his to act as a sort of support beam. "Thanks," you murmur, your focus only on the next elevated slab of concrete. "I don't know why I wore these shoes, it was a stupid idea." "Gotta disagree there," Steve mutters to himself quietly. Finally, the both of you make it all the way to the top of the steps, finding and making eye contact with Nancy. She gives the two of you a wave, makes sure that everything with the punch bowl is situated, and drifts over. "Y/N, are you okay?" She wonders, looking at your chilled figure. "Oh yeah, totally fine. Almost slipped on some ice and caught frostbite, but everything's under control," you joke. Nancy smiles and nods, taking note of your hand still in Steve's. "Well, uh, everything's totally fine here. In fact, if you want, you could probably get away with leaving early. All the kids have to have a parent come inside and sign them out, so unless you want to sit on the bleachers and watch middle schoolers slow dance, you're free!" Elation creeps into your features. "Oh, that would be amazing. Do you think I could use the front office phones?" Nancy's face screws into one of confusion. "Huh? What for?" "So I get picked up by–" "I can drop you off at home." Steve cuts in, drawing both yours and Nancy's attention. A satisfied smirk crosses Nancy's face while one of surprise, and underlying delight, flashes upon yours. "Really? That would be great." "Yeah, no problem." He says, like it's no big deal. "Probably should keep holding my hand though, don't want you falling on the steps." A flush creeps up your neck and onto your cheeks. "Yeah, I guess I should." After bidding a quick goodbye to Nancy, the two of you enter the sheer, icy wind of the night. You tremble slightly at the chill, but whereas Steve had merely held your hand before, he now wrapped an arm around your frame and pressed you close to him. If anyone were to have asked, you would have been happy to tell them that you could've slipped and cracked your head open on the ice for all you cared – Steve Harrington was just that intoxicating. As the two of you took one step at a time, you were held closer and closer to him with every movement. You could smell his shampoo, his deodorant, the aroma of his hair products. You could barely make out the rhythm of his heart beating and the pattern in which he breathes. It was quiet and cold, but everything was well. Finally, you made it to where his car was, illegally, parked in the bus loop. With a click of his car keys, the doors unlocked and he opened the door for you. "Quite the gentleman this evening," you quip, settling down on the car seat. He shuts the door and then makes his way to the driver's seat, plugging the key into ignition. "Well, I am technically whisking a girl in a blue dress away from a ball." He says, tilting his head at you in a joking manner, making that fluffy piece of his hair flop. God you loved it when he did that. You grin and close your eyes, letting your head hit the headrest. Steve wordlessly starts the car and the heaters start blasting, enveloping you in a warm hug. "That feels nice," you hum. You register him switching the car into 'drive' as the radio starts playing and the familiar feeling of driving on pavement sinks in. You don't open your eyes for the entire time – instead, you relish in the warmth of the car and Steve's soft voice, singing along to all the familiar tunes that pop on. In no time, he was pulling into your driveway. "Y/N, we're here." he murmurs, shaking your form gently. You groaned in unhappiness, but nevertheless, fluttered your eyes open. "But it's so comfy here." You protest, garnering a light laugh from Steve. "C'mon, I'll walk you to your door." You frown but abide by what he suggests, unbuckling your seatbelt and exiting the car. The walk to your front door is short, but is elongated indefinitely when something cold settles on your skin. You squint your eyes to examine it even further to find… It's snowing. Instantly, you jerk your head towards the sky to find millions of fluffy, white snowflakes falling down on both you and Steve. "Wow," you breathe, watching the snow and then turning to look at the boy next to you. You were surprised to see that his eyes were steady on you. "No wonder the steps were so icy." Where he might've laughed before, now he just took a step closer to you. "You have snowflakes on your eyelashes," he whispers, "and in your hair." Raising a hand to a strand of hair that had fallen in front of your face, he takes it and tucks it behind your ear. You can hardly breathe, so he takes the chance. "You really do look beautiful. You're always beautiful, but… damn L/N, you cut quite a fine figure in this dress." Steve's melted chocolate eyes bore into your Y/E/C ones. The only reaction you could really come up with was tenderly gripping the bottom of his soft red sweater. "I'm cold, Steve." you murmur, leaning closer to him. "Can you make me feel warm?" Slowly, so slowly, does he meet your lips. His barely touch yours at first, merely a brush. But he hears the shudder of your breath, and he throws away the whole concept of a sweet kiss goodnight. Instead, one of his hands cradles your cheek and the other wraps around your waist, pressing you impossibly close to him as he completely envelopes your lips in his. Steve's in control, dictating the push and pull and deepening the angle of the kiss. It leaves you utterly his as all you could do was hold onto that sweater for dear life. The material was the one thing grounding you to this Earth, for each time he met your lips, you were in the stars. With a few more long kisses and a smattering of pecks to your lips, he pulls away from your face but keeps his hands where they were. Heavy breathing was what filled the quiet, cold air but damn did you feel toasty. "Come inside with me?" You prompt, earning a raised brow from Steve. He quirked his now swollen lips and cracked a grin. "One kiss and you're inviting me inside?" He jokes, earning a little push from your fists. "To curl up on my couch while Indiana Jones plays in the background, and eventually, fall asleep." At your suggestion, Steve's expression seems to, if even possibly, glow. It didn't take long for you to fall into a deep sleep. You had changed into a comfortable set of pajamas before the movie had started and joined Steve on the plush couch in your living room, a blanket thrown over the both of you. More kisses had been shared throughout the evening – short and fleeting ones mixed into the bunch of slow, longing ones. But just as you had promised, sleep graced your mind. Your head was supported by Steve's chest – the steady rise and fall of it lulling you into a slumber. Your arms had managed to wind themselves around his torso and your legs had tangled with his. Steve, though, was not sleepy. Instead, he watched you peacefully doze and just marveled at the sight of you. To hell with Indy and his perilous journey of escaping the underground temple. Steve couldn't keep his eyes off of you, until he too eventually fell asleep – a blissful smile on his face. Whereas some people had to spend lifetimes collecting the things they required to live their life, Steve had everything right here in his arms.
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Dangerous Waters - Steve Harrington x Reader
Gönderi sahibi kiss-inthekitchen ❀ Back to Navigation ❀ ❀ Stranger Things Masterlist ❀ WARNINGS: Angst to Fluff, Mentions of injury, Language, S4 E7 spoilers Summary: Hunting down a portal that Vecna had caused wasn't your idea of a fun night and it most definitely didn't help that you and your boyfriend, Steve Harrington, are at odds because of a previous argument. However, all of that gets put aside when Steve gets dragged underwater and is put in the direct line of danger. A/N: Again, spoilers for S4 E7! Hope you enjoy! Word Count: 3.8K The water rocked the little fishing boat with such severity that it just added more to the already tense situation. With Nancy and Robin at your side and Eddie sitting across from you, Steve was as far as he could possibly be, which was fine with you. You didn't even want to talk to him anyways. Just looking at him made you frustrated beyond belief. Silence settled on the boat as Eddie and Robin used oars to push the lot of you closer to where the compass in Nancy's palm was pointing towards. You white-knuckled your flashlight, as did Steve, looking over the side of the boat for anything out of the ordinary. While the beam of light was steady, you were anything but. An opening into the upside down was one thing – an opening into the upside down located at the bottom of Lover's Lake? Insane. Utterly and completely insane. Okumaya devam et steve harrington x reader steve harrington x you steve harrington x y/n steve harrington x steve harrington fanfic steve harrington fanfiction steve harrington fic steve x you steve x reader steve x y/n steve harrington steve stranger things steve harrington stranger things steve fanfic steve fic steve fanfiction stranger things fic stranger things x reader stranger things x stranger things Gönderi sahibi uroko ❀ Back to Navigation ❀ Become an Analyst of tendrils and thorns! Those who are interested in learning everything and anything there is to know about our local and native species of dangerous plants find a home here in the ranks of the Botanical Gardens! Whether it be in favor of specific types like Hawthorn (Steve Harrington) or Brambles (Eddie Munson), Analysts can choose to hone in on a specific species of thorns - just be sure to let the Head Botanist know whether you want to specialize in all kinds of prickly plants or just a specific species!Analysts
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Gönderi sahibi rebel-robin ❀ Back to Navigation ❀ ❀ Stranger Things Masterlist ❀ WARNINGS: Mentions of vomit, Some cursing, S3 EP7 Spoilers, Summary: After getting drugged with truth serum by the Russians, you, Steve, and Robin don't feel good and have to race to the bathroom to expel the drug's contents. In order to test whether it's all gone, questions are asked, and love is in the air. A/N: Hey guys! Just to let you know, for this fic, I have the conversation where Robin comes out to Steve when her and Steve are alone and Y/N is in isolation <3. Word Count: 2.7KSummer jobs were stupid. Summer jobs had no point. Summer jobs had you sprinting into the bathroom with your two best friends, Robin and Steve, to puke up whatever truth serum had been injected into all three of your systems. The entirety of the past… how many hours? You had no clue, but whatever length of time that the three of you were bound by rope – Robin and Steve in one room and you in isolation – bruised, and interrogated seemed to last for years with no end in sight. However, you three managed to stay alive long enough for Dustin and Erica to rescue you. It was definitely not a pretty sight. Giggling and stumbling over yourselves, the drug affected your nervous systems so greatly that you had no filter.
The elevator ride was a blur as was sitting down between Steve and Robin at the movie theater. You think you remember something about Dustin saying to stay put, but everything's fuzzy now anyway. What you've confessed and said from when you were truth drugged until now was a light blip in your memory. The only clear moment was when you were all but collapsed over a water fountain, watching Steve stare at the ceiling lights. Okumaya devam et steve harrington x reader steve harrington x you steve harrington x y/n steve harrington x steve harrington steve stranger things steve stranger things fic stranger things x reader stranger things x you stranger things x y/n stranger things lovrily lovrily
speed of sound part 3
steve harrington x reader part 3 of 3 13k words ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ as will byers older sister, you vaguely know steve harrington. upon becoming steve harrington's (randomly and abruptly selected) lab partner, you realize you know him even less than you thought. 「 link to part one & part two 」 warnings: fem!reader, byers!reader, shy!reader, bickering, lab partners, classmates, starts in season 2 ends in season 4, frenemies to lovers, slow burn, pining, "unrequited" love emphasis on the air quotes, steve is popular and reader is not, doting mother joyce, running with the headcanon that jonathan dropped out of high school, hurt/comfort, language, blood/injury warnings level to what's on the show, slight canon divergence in epilogue Okumaya devam et songbirdsingingthings Masterful - absolutely masterful writing. This is one of the best works I've ever seen down to the plot to the descriptions and everything in between💗💕✨ steve harrington x reader fluff steve harrington drabble stranger things fic stranger things x reader stranger things steve harrington x y/n steve harrington imagine steve harrington x reader steve harrington steve harrington x youLove-Gate - Steve Harrington x Reader
Gönderi sahibi dailyharrington ❀ Back to Navigation ❀ ❀ Stranger Things Masterlist ❀ WARNINGS: Some cursing, S4 EP3 Spoilers Summary: Working as Ms. Kelly's TA and having to stay late one night, you run into Dustin, Max, Lucas, and one of your closest friends, Steve. Revelations come to light and feelings are revealed. Word Count: 2.8KSteve was excited, well maybe excited wasn't the right word… Steve was ready to have a stable length of time in Hawkins. No monsters, no Upside Down, and more importantly, no girl problems. The first two had remained – he and the now group of freshman kids he had continuously slain monsters with had heard no whisperings of anything spooky going on. Maybe it was the fact that El had lost her powers, or even that she and the Byers' had moved to bright and sunny California. But, Steve was thankful for the lack of creatures and Russians knocking at his door constantly.
However, the third part of his grand plan was, unfortunately, not playing out how he would like it to. Every girl he goes on a date with turns out to be not right for him, leading him to complain to Robin at work and to you on the phone. Normally, and during the past summer, all he had to do was stroll over to Claire's to spot you restocking the poofiest scrunchies known to mankind or trying to comfort a crying ten-year-old as she gets her ears pierced. It was a daily occurrence for him – he would poke fun at the bedazzled scrunchie that helped tie your hair in a half-up half-down (it was part of the store uniform) and you would give a fake-salute and say "Ahoy!". Starcourt mall stores were nothing if not consistent with how awful their store uniforms were. Okumaya devam et steve harrington x reader steve harrington x you steve harrington x steve harrington steve steve stranger things stranger things fic stranger things x reader stranger things x y/n stranger things x you stranger things
1000 Followers Celebration
Gönderi sahibi rainismyonlytherapy I would like to start this off by saying thank you, so so much for 1K followers. When I started writing on this platform, I had no idea I would ever even have 10 followers, let alone 1,000. I just loved to write and thought, hey, wouldn't it be a fun idea if I posted it? Now, here I am, with so much support and love that it makes me want to cry and scream and yell and laugh with so much happiness. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. Now onto the celebrations! My requests have been closed for a little bit, so they are opening back up now! Below, I will include some of the fandoms I write for and the guidelines for requests. If you have any questions, comments, or just want to chat, please say hello in the comments below and I'll try and respond to the best of my ability! Also, if you would like to be on a taglist for certain fandoms or characters, let me know that as well! You will be notified when a new fic regarding that character or fandom is posted, so you never have to worry about missing one! So please, enjoy, and hit me with those requests! <3, SongbirdFandoms I write for
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Gönderi sahibi yakuuboo❀ Back to Navigation ❀ Hello everyone! I wanted to give this little update because keeping you all in the loop is important to me. I have loved writing and updating this blog for the past few years and getting support and interacting with so many of you have brought me such joy :,). However lately, I've been feeling super unmotivated and discouraged when it comes to creating an idea, spending time developing it, and eventually, posting whatever works its way onto the page. I am so thankful to those of you who have supported me in likes, reblogs and in the comments. Recently, though, the ratio of likes to any source of feedback or reaction has been staggeringly large. Again, I am so incredibly thankful to everyone who has taken the time to read and like any of my works, but what I really cherish is interaction. It is always nice to hear and see that my work is appreciated. However, what motivates me and pushes me to create more is hearing your thoughts, opinions, and suggestions. I have tried to really push through what I regard as writer's block or I guess me just being uncreative, but when it comes down to it, I think I'm just exhausted of trying to find things to write about. This is not to say that I'm completely abandoning this blog or am stopping writing. I am still incredibly passionate about seeing or hearing something that inspires to me create. But, with the start of college and my limited time, any posts will most likely be varied and far apart – especially if I am trying to come up with individual posts. That being said, requests are open!!! I am always so thrilled to see requests in my inbox and, referencing bak to this post, I LOVE the interaction!! If you are making a request, I simply ask that you refer to the guidelines – they are located on the pinned post (my nav) on my page! Again, I am so incredibly thankful to each and every one of you. I look forward to posting when I can. All my love!! <3 SongbirdTaglist
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Love-Gate ~ 2.8KWorking as Ms. Kelly's TA and having to stay late one night, you run into Dustin, Max, Lucas, and one of your closest friends, Steve. Revelations come to light and feelings are revealed. Truth Detector ~ 2.7KAfter getting drugged with truth serum by the Russians, you, Steve, and Robin don't feel good and have to race to the bathroom to expel the drug's contents. In order to test whether it's all gone, questions are asked, and love is in the air.Dangerous Waters ~ 3.8K Hunting down a portal that Vecna had caused wasn't your idea of a fun night and it most definitely didn't help that you and your boyfriend, Steve Harrington, are at odds because of a previous argument. However, all of that gets put aside when Steve gets dragged underwater and is put in the direct line of danger.
Frost Kisses ~ 3.4KHaving to be a chaperone for the Snow Ball was not in your evening plans, not at all. However, as you're greeting the middle schoolers and making sure they get in safely, you run into Steve Harrington, your best friend, dropping off Dustin. It's cold and icy everywhere, but thankfully, Steve is there to lend a helping hand. stranger things steve harrington steve harrington x reader steve harrington x you steve harrington x eddie munson eddie munson x reader eddie munson x you stranger things fic stranger things x reader stranger things x y/n stranger things x you stranger things x
Heart Eyes
Gönderi sahibi commxnderwolffe ❀ Back to Navigation ❀ ❀ Top Gun Masterlist ❀ Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x F!Reader WARNINGS: Just Fluff <3 Summary: For his whole life, Rooster has had one special, defining feature - his heart eyes. Full of such love and adoration for so many things, he's been told and teased countless times by his mother and friends for them. So when you, the niece of Penny Benjamin, walk into a garden party where he and his top gun buddies have been invited to with a smile on your face and the sweetest personality to boot? How can he help it - he just has heart eyes for you. A/N: Idkkkk I had this idea and kinda loved it. Now, 2.8K words later, it's all written and done! As always, I appreciate comments, constructive criticism, and support, so let me know what you think! Requests are open <3. Enjoy!!!! It had been a part of Bradley for as long as he could remember. Other kids had defining characteristics to them – dimples on their cheeks, a buck-toothed grin, maybe even the cutest button nose to date. But Bradley, oh little Bradley, he has heart eyes. With so much love in his heart, his big, brown doe eyes would fill with so much compassion and adoration for things that he couldn't keep it in him. He wore his heart on his sleeve and his love in his eyes.His mother always used to tell him that he had them whenever his babysitter, Audrey, would watch him for the night. She was a high schooler who lived close by, always willing to lend a helping hand to Mrs. Bradshaw and her son. Bradley saw her as the prettiest girl alive – long hair, a kind grin, and always happy to let him talk to her about his new action figures. "Oh honey, you've got heart eyes." Is what she would always say, grabbing his chin gently and giving him a nose kiss. He'd blush and duck his head away, trying to hide the fact that he was utterly infatuated with his babysitter. "No I don't," Bradley would protest, "She's just nice, that's all." Sensing her son's embarrassment, she'd switch topics quickly and let him show her how he organized his model planes. But anyone could see the way his eyes transformed when his babysitter would walk through the door and give him a big hug. Okumaya devam et bradley x reader bradley bradshaw x reader bradley bradshaw bradley x y/n bradley x you bradley x bradley bradshaw x female reader bradley bradshaw x y/n bradley bradshaw x you bradley bradshaw x bradley fic bradley fluff bradley fanfiction bradley fanfic Bradley Bradshaw fanfic bradley bradshaw imagine bradley bradshaw fluff bradley bradshaw fic bradley bradshaw fanfiction rooster x reader rooster x f!reader rooster x y/n rooster x you rooster x rooster fluff rooster bradshaw imagine bradley rooster bradshaw rooster fanfic rooster fanfiction top gun maverick x reader Bunu uygulamada gör. Daha fazla sonuç göster