Songbird Singing Things Love Gate Steve Harrington x Reader
Songbird Singing Things — Love-Gate - Steve Harrington x Reader
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.
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. He'd talk your ear off about how, no matter how hard he tried, every girl he flirted with didn't return his affections. "Poor Steve," you'd reply, earning a playful smack on the arm from him. After his break time was up, he'd give you one of his classic Steve Henderson smiles, drum his fingers on the purple check out desk, and say a variation of "catch you later" before he'd amble off back to Scoops Ahoy. You'd watch him walk back, flipping that silly little sailors hat around in his hands, and a dazed smile would form upon your lips. However, as quickly as it appeared, your thoughts would be sobered up by a group of girls asking where the jelly bracelets were. Now, he had to resort to phone calls when there was a drag of customers at Family Video since you were busy being a teacher's assistant at the school, shadowing Ms. Kelly in the counselor's office. You were lucky that, for the most part, you could answer his calls. Nowadays, Ms. Kelly was up to her knees in files upon files of kids who were seeking her out for counseling. Due to the code of conduct, you weren't allowed in the room while she was talking to the students, so you gave yourself busywork. Organizing paper clips according to size and color, cutting and filling out hallpasses, and sharpening pencils were what took up most of your days - but the pay and experience was good, so you didn't complain. Plus, you were right there and available to take Steve's calls… but you hated them. You hated having to hear about all these dates Steve was going on with all these different girls – hated hearing how he went to grab dinner, or watched the high school basketball game, or went to watch that new movie Top Gun that just hit theaters. Being friends with Steve Harrington was a full-package deal – you got the endless laughter and fun, but you also had to hear about his dating life. Ms. Kelly needed you to stay late to organize some files, which would have been fine, except for the fact that it was 9:30 at night. You were feeling worse for wear with a lack of sleep and too many variables swimming around in your brain. Two kids have been found dead, the town had an edge to it again, and you hadn't heard from Steve in a couple of days. You understood that he had his life and you had yours, but this four day period of time without a word left you feeling worried. You shook your head, dragging yourself back into what you were doing as you re-alphabatized the files within subsections of grade. You were just finishing up with the freshmen when you heard a noise from the hall. The beam of light from your flashlight began to grow shaky as your hand trembled, carefully closing and locking the filing cabinet. Normally, you would have turned the lights on in the counselor's room, but since it was Spring Break, they were conserving power. Taking a deep breath and arming yourself with the lamp stand to your right, you braced yourself against the corner of the room, ready to take action against whatever monster threatened you. Hell, you, Steve, and Robin had faced the Russians – if you could infiltrate a top secret organization, you could defend yourself… right? Ever so slowly, you saw the lock on the door begin to twist and shift, resulting in your breath getting lodged in your throat. What felt like hours only took seconds as the door was pushed open and you began your swing, only to halt yourself when you saw the shocked faces of Steve, Dustin, and Max. "Y/N?!" They all yelled in unison, and in disbelief. You let out a shaky breath, dropping the lamp stand on the ground and leaning against the wall, like you got the wind knocked out of you. "What the hell are you three doing here?!" You ask, exasperated. Wordlessly, Steve reaches out to help you stand firmly on your own two feet. "Oh, uh, you know…" Steve begins to say as Max digs in her jacket pocket to produce a key, effectively opening up the files you tried to preserve. "No, I don't know, and– Max, you cannot look at those files!" You exclaim, shoving the drawer back despite the hold the red-head had on it. "But we need to! Chrissy's file is in here, and…" Dustin says, trailing off. You raise an eyebrow and then fully put your back against the cabinet, protecting its contents from the mock Watergate breachers in front of you. "So that's what this is about. You want to look at Chrissy's file and see if it has any correlation between what's been happening?" You ask, earning nods from all three. You closed your eyes for a second and began gnawing on your lip – a habit you've never seemed to break when you got nervous or were contemplating something. "Y/N, please, can you ditch your goody two shoes mindset for just a minute? For the greater good?" Steve pleads, his expression earnest. Looking into his chocolatey brown eyes, you crumble. Huffing, you slide away. "Fine, but only Chrissy's file, okay? I can get in serious trouble for this." You relent. A grateful smile unfolds on Dustin's face while Max resumes her previous actions. "While you guys are in here snooping," you say, making sure that a negative connotation stays on your last word, "Steve, can I talk to you a minute?" "Yeah, sure." He says instantly, leaning against the wall and making himself comfy. With a deadpan look, you flick your eyes to the door. "Alone?" "Oh, yeah." Steve corrects himself, letting you lead the way out of the room with him on your toes. As soon as you're out in the hallway, you let yourself slide down the wall so you're sitting on the ground, Steve opposite to you. You twiddle your fingers for a bit before looking up at him again, a little shocked to find that his eyes were trained on you. "Everything okay?" You sigh and nod and then shake your head. "I assume you and the rest have some idea of what's happening?" You pose the question, fearing the answer. Reluctantly, Steve nods a bit. "Max saw Chrissy in some kind of predicament, and then saw her go into Ms. Kelly's office." He says. At his words, your head goes into your hands. "Hey, hey, what's wrong?" Steve says, kind of cooing but with clear concern heavy in his tone. From anyone else, you would have hated that. But it's Steve. He shuffles over to you and wraps an arm around your shoulders. "I'm in there, Steve, every day and I watch these kids come in. Now there's someone that ended up dead who just recently had to seek counseling?! And I couldn't do anything just cause I'm some stupid TA who isn't allowed to help." You say breathlessly, shaking your head. "Y/N, you are not stupid. You were, like, the smartest girl in the whole school and always willing to lend a hand." "And look where that got me. With a low paying job and single." You spit bitterly, your gaze on your knees laced with malice. "Alright, that's not fair. You're the best person ever, everyone knows that – including me!" "Then what's stopped you?!" You shout, a sense of helplessness touching your expression and voice. Steve opens his mouth like he's about to say something, but nothing comes out. About a minute passes before he's able to speak again. "What?" He croaks out, his face the definition of disbelief. Before you can think of something to say, Max bursts out of the classroom with not one, but two files. It pulls you out of your conversation with Steve instantly, your goody two shoes turtle shell concealing you again. "Max, you were supposed to grab Chrissy's file, that's it." You gritted out, anger clearly etching onto your face. "Yeah, but it's not just Chrissy. Fred was seeing Ms. Kelly too." When Max mentions the other kid's name, the second confirmed death, it causes your mind to spin. You beckon her over to where you and Steve were sitting, ushering her to open up the two files to look at them side by side. Instantly, you found the similarities. Constant headaches, nosebleeds, past trauma – almost everything was lining up word for word between the two kids. Shaking your head, you squint at Ms. Kelly's handwriting as if it would reveal something more to you. All of a sudden, Max stood straight up, her face clearly concerned, as she began to walk towards the end of the hallway, looking intently at the door. "Max?" You ask softly, not wanting to startle her. Dustin and Steve repeated her name, more urgency with their voices until she finally stopped and looked back at you. Her skin was so void of color and her hands so shaky. To you, it was like she saw a ghost. You don't remember how you got to Steve's room – all you knew was that you were asleep on one his plaid-patterned bed, your neck bent at an unfortunate angle that will definitely leave a crick. Your eyes flutter open to see Steve sitting next to you, his fingers fumbling while flipping a page of a book. You blink the tiredness out of your eyes, rubbing away any lingering sleepy dust. "Harrington," you murmur, drawing his attention immediately, "you look like a fish out of water with that thing in your hand." Eyeing you and then the book, Steve lets a little smile develop in his lips. "Yeah, yeah," he says, accepting your little jab. "You slept like a rock." He notes, almost chuckling at the state of you. "How many hours?" You ask, pushing your hair that most definitely resembled a rat's nest away from your face. Steve twists his left arm, revealing his watch. Oh, how you adored that watch. With a simple leather band and a round clock face, it remained a constant of Steve Harrington's. "A little more than 10 hours." "Holy shit," you breathe, shaking your head a bit in disbelief. "I haven't gotten that much in… well, I don't know how long." Steve shifts so that he's laying down a bit, his head level with yours. "We should talk about what you said," he says, a more serious tone touching his words. This was what you dreaded. "How about we forget them instead–" You begin, but Steve shakes his head. "You can't feel guilty about what's happened." He says, which gives you both a moment of relief and a moment of dread. Relief that he wasn't going to mention the other thing that happened and dread as you were forced to think about the recent events. "Steve, how can I not? I obviously knew something was wrong the minute they entered that office, and instead of looking into it, I just followed direct orders from a teacher because that's all I know how to do. I mean, just look at me last night! I could barely even let you guys look at these files even though I knew I could trust you. I knew that shady stuff happens in Hawkins since the Russians and that huge monster that destroyed Starcourt. And yet, I paused and hesitated." Steve gives you a pitiful look. "If I had just… followed an instinct or a gut, none of this would've happened. Chrissy and Fred, they would be okay and alive. Max wouldn't be in danger." "Y/N, that's not fair." "But it is!" You exclaim, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. Wordlessly, Steve gathers you into his arms, and holds you to his chest. Your fingers grasped at the soft yellow material of his sweatshirt and you knew that your sobs were dampening the cotton, but he didn't move. He just held you closer. "It'll be okay. Robin and Nancy are already on the case at this psychiatric place and Dustin and Lucas are with Max at the Wheeler's." You nodded and pulled away a bit. "Sorry about… this. I didn't mean to, well, you know." You say, motioning with your hands towards your tear-stricken face. "You're allowed to feel sad, Y/N. You're allowed to cry." Steve says, a sad smile on his face now. "I know, it's just… this wasn't what you signed up for when you befriended the happy go-lucky Claire's employee." You say, laughing a bit. "Well, was all of this what you signed up for when you befriended the Scoops Ahoy employee?" Now you were freely laughing, him joining in as well. "Secret codes and saving town were definitely not in the handbook, but I signed it all the same." You say. Steve sits up, leaning against his headboard. "I wanted to be your friend the second I saw you." Steve admits, sobering your smile just a bit. "I'd seen you working dozens of times, but it wasn't until that knucklehead Lucas stopped by to grab a gift for Max. Now, if I were you, I would've given him total grief for it – teased him to no end as he asked about what to get for his girlfriend. But you just smiled and showed him what you would recommend." You were astonished that he remembered that, blinking back a look of surprise. Steve picks up your hand gently and rubs his thumb over your hand. "And then, when you began talking to me, you didn't hold that same notion of 'King Steve' or whatever that shit was. I was a blank slate for you until I introduced myself. And Y/N, I swear to everything, I am the stupidest guy alive for trying to hide my feelings for you by talking to you about all my failed dating attempts, because the only girl I really wanted to date was you." Steve huffs out, breathless from his confession. Before you have a second to think, you're cupping his cheeks in your hands and bringing up towards you. Taking the message immediately, Steve closes the gap by pressing his lips to yours. The kiss is slow and a bit awkward due to where the two of you were sitting, but it was perfect. Each push and pull expressed a need for each other, assuring messages of love. With one final kiss and a peck on your lips, Steve pulled back, letting his forehead rest against yours. "Steve Harrington…" you say, out of breath, "I love you, Steve Harrington." A dopey, lovesick grin spreads across both of your faces. "I love you, Y/N L/N. Glittery scrunchies and all." "Sailors hat and all," you shoot back. "Monsters and Russians?" He asks, making you giggle. "As I said – my signature remains true." You laugh. Steve's arms were where you wished you could spend the rest of your day, probably even the rest of your life. But of course, a call from Dustin not so subtly told the both of you to, quote, "get your asses over here" to the Wheeler's basement. With his hand in yours and a sense of fearlessness in your mind, you knew that whatever was going to happen, it would be okay. 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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.
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
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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. He'd talk your ear off about how, no matter how hard he tried, every girl he flirted with didn't return his affections. "Poor Steve," you'd reply, earning a playful smack on the arm from him. After his break time was up, he'd give you one of his classic Steve Henderson smiles, drum his fingers on the purple check out desk, and say a variation of "catch you later" before he'd amble off back to Scoops Ahoy. You'd watch him walk back, flipping that silly little sailors hat around in his hands, and a dazed smile would form upon your lips. However, as quickly as it appeared, your thoughts would be sobered up by a group of girls asking where the jelly bracelets were. Now, he had to resort to phone calls when there was a drag of customers at Family Video since you were busy being a teacher's assistant at the school, shadowing Ms. Kelly in the counselor's office. You were lucky that, for the most part, you could answer his calls. Nowadays, Ms. Kelly was up to her knees in files upon files of kids who were seeking her out for counseling. Due to the code of conduct, you weren't allowed in the room while she was talking to the students, so you gave yourself busywork. Organizing paper clips according to size and color, cutting and filling out hallpasses, and sharpening pencils were what took up most of your days - but the pay and experience was good, so you didn't complain. Plus, you were right there and available to take Steve's calls… but you hated them. You hated having to hear about all these dates Steve was going on with all these different girls – hated hearing how he went to grab dinner, or watched the high school basketball game, or went to watch that new movie Top Gun that just hit theaters. Being friends with Steve Harrington was a full-package deal – you got the endless laughter and fun, but you also had to hear about his dating life. Ms. Kelly needed you to stay late to organize some files, which would have been fine, except for the fact that it was 9:30 at night. You were feeling worse for wear with a lack of sleep and too many variables swimming around in your brain. Two kids have been found dead, the town had an edge to it again, and you hadn't heard from Steve in a couple of days. You understood that he had his life and you had yours, but this four day period of time without a word left you feeling worried. You shook your head, dragging yourself back into what you were doing as you re-alphabatized the files within subsections of grade. You were just finishing up with the freshmen when you heard a noise from the hall. The beam of light from your flashlight began to grow shaky as your hand trembled, carefully closing and locking the filing cabinet. Normally, you would have turned the lights on in the counselor's room, but since it was Spring Break, they were conserving power. Taking a deep breath and arming yourself with the lamp stand to your right, you braced yourself against the corner of the room, ready to take action against whatever monster threatened you. Hell, you, Steve, and Robin had faced the Russians – if you could infiltrate a top secret organization, you could defend yourself… right? Ever so slowly, you saw the lock on the door begin to twist and shift, resulting in your breath getting lodged in your throat. What felt like hours only took seconds as the door was pushed open and you began your swing, only to halt yourself when you saw the shocked faces of Steve, Dustin, and Max. "Y/N?!" They all yelled in unison, and in disbelief. You let out a shaky breath, dropping the lamp stand on the ground and leaning against the wall, like you got the wind knocked out of you. "What the hell are you three doing here?!" You ask, exasperated. Wordlessly, Steve reaches out to help you stand firmly on your own two feet. "Oh, uh, you know…" Steve begins to say as Max digs in her jacket pocket to produce a key, effectively opening up the files you tried to preserve. "No, I don't know, and– Max, you cannot look at those files!" You exclaim, shoving the drawer back despite the hold the red-head had on it. "But we need to! Chrissy's file is in here, and…" Dustin says, trailing off. You raise an eyebrow and then fully put your back against the cabinet, protecting its contents from the mock Watergate breachers in front of you. "So that's what this is about. You want to look at Chrissy's file and see if it has any correlation between what's been happening?" You ask, earning nods from all three. You closed your eyes for a second and began gnawing on your lip – a habit you've never seemed to break when you got nervous or were contemplating something. "Y/N, please, can you ditch your goody two shoes mindset for just a minute? For the greater good?" Steve pleads, his expression earnest. Looking into his chocolatey brown eyes, you crumble. Huffing, you slide away. "Fine, but only Chrissy's file, okay? I can get in serious trouble for this." You relent. A grateful smile unfolds on Dustin's face while Max resumes her previous actions. "While you guys are in here snooping," you say, making sure that a negative connotation stays on your last word, "Steve, can I talk to you a minute?" "Yeah, sure." He says instantly, leaning against the wall and making himself comfy. With a deadpan look, you flick your eyes to the door. "Alone?" "Oh, yeah." Steve corrects himself, letting you lead the way out of the room with him on your toes. As soon as you're out in the hallway, you let yourself slide down the wall so you're sitting on the ground, Steve opposite to you. You twiddle your fingers for a bit before looking up at him again, a little shocked to find that his eyes were trained on you. "Everything okay?" You sigh and nod and then shake your head. "I assume you and the rest have some idea of what's happening?" You pose the question, fearing the answer. Reluctantly, Steve nods a bit. "Max saw Chrissy in some kind of predicament, and then saw her go into Ms. Kelly's office." He says. At his words, your head goes into your hands. "Hey, hey, what's wrong?" Steve says, kind of cooing but with clear concern heavy in his tone. From anyone else, you would have hated that. But it's Steve. He shuffles over to you and wraps an arm around your shoulders. "I'm in there, Steve, every day and I watch these kids come in. Now there's someone that ended up dead who just recently had to seek counseling?! And I couldn't do anything just cause I'm some stupid TA who isn't allowed to help." You say breathlessly, shaking your head. "Y/N, you are not stupid. You were, like, the smartest girl in the whole school and always willing to lend a hand." "And look where that got me. With a low paying job and single." You spit bitterly, your gaze on your knees laced with malice. "Alright, that's not fair. You're the best person ever, everyone knows that – including me!" "Then what's stopped you?!" You shout, a sense of helplessness touching your expression and voice. Steve opens his mouth like he's about to say something, but nothing comes out. About a minute passes before he's able to speak again. "What?" He croaks out, his face the definition of disbelief. Before you can think of something to say, Max bursts out of the classroom with not one, but two files. It pulls you out of your conversation with Steve instantly, your goody two shoes turtle shell concealing you again. "Max, you were supposed to grab Chrissy's file, that's it." You gritted out, anger clearly etching onto your face. "Yeah, but it's not just Chrissy. Fred was seeing Ms. Kelly too." When Max mentions the other kid's name, the second confirmed death, it causes your mind to spin. You beckon her over to where you and Steve were sitting, ushering her to open up the two files to look at them side by side. Instantly, you found the similarities. Constant headaches, nosebleeds, past trauma – almost everything was lining up word for word between the two kids. Shaking your head, you squint at Ms. Kelly's handwriting as if it would reveal something more to you. All of a sudden, Max stood straight up, her face clearly concerned, as she began to walk towards the end of the hallway, looking intently at the door. "Max?" You ask softly, not wanting to startle her. Dustin and Steve repeated her name, more urgency with their voices until she finally stopped and looked back at you. Her skin was so void of color and her hands so shaky. To you, it was like she saw a ghost. You don't remember how you got to Steve's room – all you knew was that you were asleep on one his plaid-patterned bed, your neck bent at an unfortunate angle that will definitely leave a crick. Your eyes flutter open to see Steve sitting next to you, his fingers fumbling while flipping a page of a book. You blink the tiredness out of your eyes, rubbing away any lingering sleepy dust. "Harrington," you murmur, drawing his attention immediately, "you look like a fish out of water with that thing in your hand." Eyeing you and then the book, Steve lets a little smile develop in his lips. "Yeah, yeah," he says, accepting your little jab. "You slept like a rock." He notes, almost chuckling at the state of you. "How many hours?" You ask, pushing your hair that most definitely resembled a rat's nest away from your face. Steve twists his left arm, revealing his watch. Oh, how you adored that watch. With a simple leather band and a round clock face, it remained a constant of Steve Harrington's. "A little more than 10 hours." "Holy shit," you breathe, shaking your head a bit in disbelief. "I haven't gotten that much in… well, I don't know how long." Steve shifts so that he's laying down a bit, his head level with yours. "We should talk about what you said," he says, a more serious tone touching his words. This was what you dreaded. "How about we forget them instead–" You begin, but Steve shakes his head. "You can't feel guilty about what's happened." He says, which gives you both a moment of relief and a moment of dread. Relief that he wasn't going to mention the other thing that happened and dread as you were forced to think about the recent events. "Steve, how can I not? I obviously knew something was wrong the minute they entered that office, and instead of looking into it, I just followed direct orders from a teacher because that's all I know how to do. I mean, just look at me last night! I could barely even let you guys look at these files even though I knew I could trust you. I knew that shady stuff happens in Hawkins since the Russians and that huge monster that destroyed Starcourt. And yet, I paused and hesitated." Steve gives you a pitiful look. "If I had just… followed an instinct or a gut, none of this would've happened. Chrissy and Fred, they would be okay and alive. Max wouldn't be in danger." "Y/N, that's not fair." "But it is!" You exclaim, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. Wordlessly, Steve gathers you into his arms, and holds you to his chest. Your fingers grasped at the soft yellow material of his sweatshirt and you knew that your sobs were dampening the cotton, but he didn't move. He just held you closer. "It'll be okay. Robin and Nancy are already on the case at this psychiatric place and Dustin and Lucas are with Max at the Wheeler's." You nodded and pulled away a bit. "Sorry about… this. I didn't mean to, well, you know." You say, motioning with your hands towards your tear-stricken face. "You're allowed to feel sad, Y/N. You're allowed to cry." Steve says, a sad smile on his face now. "I know, it's just… this wasn't what you signed up for when you befriended the happy go-lucky Claire's employee." You say, laughing a bit. "Well, was all of this what you signed up for when you befriended the Scoops Ahoy employee?" Now you were freely laughing, him joining in as well. "Secret codes and saving town were definitely not in the handbook, but I signed it all the same." You say. Steve sits up, leaning against his headboard. "I wanted to be your friend the second I saw you." Steve admits, sobering your smile just a bit. "I'd seen you working dozens of times, but it wasn't until that knucklehead Lucas stopped by to grab a gift for Max. Now, if I were you, I would've given him total grief for it – teased him to no end as he asked about what to get for his girlfriend. But you just smiled and showed him what you would recommend." You were astonished that he remembered that, blinking back a look of surprise. Steve picks up your hand gently and rubs his thumb over your hand. "And then, when you began talking to me, you didn't hold that same notion of 'King Steve' or whatever that shit was. I was a blank slate for you until I introduced myself. And Y/N, I swear to everything, I am the stupidest guy alive for trying to hide my feelings for you by talking to you about all my failed dating attempts, because the only girl I really wanted to date was you." Steve huffs out, breathless from his confession. Before you have a second to think, you're cupping his cheeks in your hands and bringing up towards you. Taking the message immediately, Steve closes the gap by pressing his lips to yours. The kiss is slow and a bit awkward due to where the two of you were sitting, but it was perfect. Each push and pull expressed a need for each other, assuring messages of love. With one final kiss and a peck on your lips, Steve pulled back, letting his forehead rest against yours. "Steve Harrington…" you say, out of breath, "I love you, Steve Harrington." A dopey, lovesick grin spreads across both of your faces. "I love you, Y/N L/N. Glittery scrunchies and all." "Sailors hat and all," you shoot back. "Monsters and Russians?" He asks, making you giggle. "As I said – my signature remains true." You laugh. Steve's arms were where you wished you could spend the rest of your day, probably even the rest of your life. But of course, a call from Dustin not so subtly told the both of you to, quote, "get your asses over here" to the Wheeler's basement. With his hand in yours and a sense of fearlessness in your mind, you knew that whatever was going to happen, it would be okay. 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Truth Detector - Steve Harrington x Reader
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
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 lovrily lovrilyspeed 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 youFrost Kisses
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. Okumaya devam et steve harrington stranger things steve harrington x you steve harrington x y/n steve harrington x reader steve harrington x steve harrington fanfic steve harrington fic steve harrington fanfiction steve harrington fluff stranger things x you stranger things x y/n stranger things x reader stranger things x fem!reader steve harrington x fem!reader steve x y/n steve x you steve x reader steve fanfic steve fanfiction steve fic steve harrington steve fluff stranger things fic 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!
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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
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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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