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stevieschrodinger · 8 months

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Baker Steve/Rock Star Eddie wrong number AU

Part One

Part Two

PART THREE

"It's like a TV show, but on YouTube."

"Right," Steve answers, half listening to Dustin's explanation, "so it, like what, has an air time, or whatever?"

"Yeah, like a series."

"And it's just, what, famous people playing dipshits and dickheads?"

"Steeeeeeeeeeeevvvvveeeeeeeeeeee why are you like this?"

"Dunno," Steve shrugs, trying to read a recipe online. Unfortunately that's resulted in his having to scroll past someones entire fucking life story and he's ready to give up and try and work out the dumb Oreo cake recipe himself, "just lucky, I guess."

Dustin drops his head on the kitchen counter like Steve is the greatest difficulty he's ever going to face.

"So why do you need to be here to watch this?"

"Because we all want to watch it together, the guests are Corroded Coffin, they all like, play, the whole band, it's so cool-"

"Corroded Coffin? Playing your nerd game?" Steve's interest leaks through before he can stop it, "I mean, like, I think I've heard of them?" The last thing he needs is the kids finding out he's been kind of friends kind of flirting kind of maybe wants to date the actual Eddie Munson.

Dustin looks at him skeptically, "yeah...so you-"

"You can all watch it here, it's fine...I'll make cookies."

Dustin's completely distracted by his own success, instantly whipping out his phone to inform the other kids. Steve's pretty sure their group chat is called 'No Steve's allowed' but he hasn't actually found out for sure yet.

Steve does bake cookies. All the kids are gathered around his smart TV, absolutely demolishing them while they wait for this thing to start. It's like, an actual channel, with intros and graphics and stuff, a logo that reads 'Final Roll.'

And there's Eddie and the band, sitting around a table with two dudes who must run the channel. They all have the bits of paper and dice and little figures that Steve's used to seeing when the kids commandeer his dining room table.

There's preemptive ramble, and Steve leans forward a little every time Eddie's in shot. He's relieved all the kids are all sitting in front of him and all glued to the TV, so he can ogle in peace. They do introductions, and then everyone introduces their characters.

"May I introduce Sir Steven, the half elf paladin," behind Eddie Gareth rolls his eyes so hard his whole fucking body moves. Steve can see him and Geoff mouthing something to each other. Steve can only assume it's because Eddie has named his character, presumably, after him, "he has a sworn oath to always protect those weaker than himself."

Steve's heart fucking melts.

Steve's phone is buzzing. He's prepared. He knows Eddie's back in the country, they've been talking for months. Steve's kind of done waiting, and he's ready to press his advantage. He's had this set up for a little while, just waiting for the right moment. He presses play, and then answers the phone.

"Hey Stevie how-...are you listening to Corroded Coffin?"

"Yeah, yeah," Steve turns it down, bomb dropped, trap sprung, advantage played, "the kids absolutely love them, they're trying to get me into them even though they're not exactly my thing."

"Right, ah, right, what do you, uhm, think?"

"Yeah. Still not my thing-"

"Oh."

"But I really like it when the lead guy sings."

"...yeah?"

"Yeah, not the like, shouty growly singing, I can't understand a fucking thing he's saying-" Eddie chuckles, "but like, the parts where he properly sings. I think he has a beautiful voice."

"I ah, well, I mean, I bet the, uhm, shouty bits are hard work, you know. I expect that takes a lot of, you know, practice. Hell on the throat. I imagine, I would guess anyway, I don't actually, like know-"

"No no, yeah, well, maybe he should just sing more then, save those vocal chords, or whatever. I'd like that a lot."

"Yeah?" Steve can practically hear Eddie blushing down the phone. Eddie's so cute when he goes shy.

"Yeah." There's a long beat of silence before Steve goes in for the kill, "the kids are trying to get me to go see them. They're in the states now, apparently. Will be playing a gig in Indie."

"Yeah they are- I mean, I assume they are, most bands, uhm, yeah-" And Steve is hardly holding it together, Eddie is such a bad liar, and he's trying so hard not to lie at all. Steve doesn't know how he;s keeping his tone normal and not letting the whole ass cat out of the bag.

"And the kids are absolutely itching to go, you know? But tickets man, they're all doing every chore they can find to get some extra cash, but tickets are pricey, and for eight of us? Because I'll need someone else to help me chaperone and, you know..."

"I. I might...know a guy. Maybe. Like, because of the band I might...know someone who can get you tickets."

"Seriously? Eddie that would be incredible, the kids will absolutely loose their shit."

"Yeah, ah, is your work email cool?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course of course, man, the kids are going to love you for like, forever."

And maybe I will too, Steve just about manages to keep the words inside.

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#eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington #steddie #my fic writing #fan fic stuff #fic wip #ficlet #rock star eddie munson #baker steve harrington #dungeons and dragons

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marriedtobigfoot · 1 year

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Part two of this story, where Robin discovers Steve’s type. A lot of people seemed interested in more, so here you go!

The conversation doesn’t go quite the way Robin is expecting it. She’s fully prepared for Steve to launch into saying how confused he is because he’s feeling weird pants feelings for Eddie, but how does that work because he likes girls? She’s been mentally preparing herself for that exact discussion since she watched Eddie Munson call her best friend ‘Big Boy’ in the middle of committing grand theft auto. So when Steve starts talking, curled up on the gross linoleum tile of Family Video, she’s taken by surprise. She doesn’t even get the chance to answer his question before he’s throwing her prepared speech out the metaphorical window.

“That’s stupid, you already told me that. Sharon Parker in the 5th grade, holding hands for Red Rover, blah blah blah, I know that. But like…Have you ever acted different around a girl, and then one day, you realize it’s because you like her? Like, you had a crush on a girl without even realizing it? Does that make any sense?”

It takes Robin a second to reboot, but the second she manages, Steve throws her even further off track.

“It’s just, Tommy H came by the other day, and he said some stuff that really has me thinking and-”

Robin can’t stop herself. As soon as she hears a name other than Eddie Munson, she has a hand out covering Steve’s mouth. He gives her a look, surprised and confused. Maybe a little annoyed. She valiantly ignores him because what he just said has her head spinning, and she needs to put a stop to it right now.

“Steve. My best friend in the whole universe. I’m here for whatever you need and whatever you might be figuring out about yourself. You know I’m going to support you 100% no matter what happens but…Please. PLEASE tell me that you didn’t just discover you have a crush on TOMMY H! He isn’t even your type, Steve! He isn’t even in the ballpark of your type! He’s so far off it’s honestly kind of laughable and-”

Now it’s Steve who puts a hand over her mouth.

“Jesus, Robin! First of all, gross. I’m not into Tommy, okay? Never gonna happen, not in a million years. And second, what the hell do you mean ‘my type?’ What the hell would you know about my type?”

Robin carefully removes his hand from her face and shakes her head. She has absolutely no clue where this conversation is going, but there’s still a chance it can work its way somewhere good. Somewhere Munson-related. And she owes it to Steve to listen to his crisis properly.

“Nevermind, forget that. What happened with Tommy?”

“Okay well, he came over, like I said. He was super wasted, and I guess he and Carol broke up? And he started talking about when we were friends, and how he always used to try and get closer to me. He said he almost asked me if I wanted to practice kissing once? And he talked about like, trying to touch me all the time, trying to make me laugh? Basically saying he had a crush on me, which was super weird.”

Robin nodded, because really, she had no idea what to say to that.

“And then he kissed me. Which was kind of gross because he tasted like whisky and he was being all sloppy, like he wanted to eat my face. But…”

“But?”

“It wasn’t as gross as I would have expected I guess.”

“I thought you said you didn’t like him!”

“I don’t! It just, wasn’t a totally horrible kiss okay? Only a little horrible.”

Robin sighed and let her head tip back against the wall.

“Okay, I’m not seeing your dilemma yet. Tommy liking you and kissing you is kind of weird sure, but it doesn’t change anything about you.”

Steve’s eyebrows furrowed, and he let out a puff of air. He looked small in this bathroom, scared in a way that Robin hated. They had faced down monsters, torture, long shifts with Keith. A conversation with his best friend should never have Steve looking that afraid, ever.

She reached out and took his hand in her, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Hey, it’s okay Steve. Tell me what’s going on in that head.”

“It’s just…Some of what Tommy said. About how he tried to get closer to me, to touch me and make me laugh and shit? I guess I realized that I’m doing that stuff. With somebody else. And if Tommy did it because he liked me then…”

“You think it might mean you like this person. This…guy?”

“Yeah. This guy.”

There it was, the Eddie Munson of it all. Because Robin only knew of one guy that Steve spent his time with and would be trying to be touchy and close with. She had watched it happen with her own eyes, the way Steve would look for reasons to lean past Eddie, to put a hand on his shoulder, his back, once getting brave and putting a hand on his waist. She’d watched Eddie do the exact same things around Steve, too.

Part of her almost just comes out and tells Steve, that she knows who he’s talking about. Except he still looks unsure. He looks like he wants to throw up a little, and Robin has to fix that.

“You know it’s okay right? For you to like this guy?”

“I know. It’s just weird, to realize I might like him that way. Normally I can figure out when I’m into someone.”

“Well, normally you aren’t friends with the people you’re into first. That makes it confusing.”

“And I’m normally into people with boobies.”

“That too.”

Steve lets out a tiny laugh, and it makes Robin beam. Something about Steve is lighter now, like somethings been lifted off his chest, something that’s been there for a really long time without him knowing. She wants to tell him how much she’s loves him. How much she cares about him and supports him. She wants to tell him about all her research, and fully explain to him her findings when it comes to ‘his type.’

She wants to tell him that she knows the guy he likes is Eddie. That she thinks Eddie might like him too.

The ‘ring for service’ bell ruins her chance at saying any of it.

She and Steve both clamber off the floor, adjusting their vests before exiting the bathroom to greet whoever keeps ringing the stupid bell over and over again. Robin can’t decide if it’s the best luck in the world, or the worst, when it’s Eddie Munson himself standing at the counter.

She leans towards best luck when she sees the way Steve’s cheeks go red.

A few people asked to be tagged if I did a part 2, so hopefully I do that right! I’ve got a few more parts planned, so if anybody else wants to be tagged let me know and I’ll do my best!

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#steve harrington #Robin Buckley #Platonic Stobin #Wingman Robin Buckley #Steddie #Eddie Munson #stranger things 4 #stranger things #steddie ficlet #stommy #one sided stommy #because I am a Tommy was in love with Steve Truther FIRST and a person never #Steve may have liked him once upon a time but that ship has sailed now

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steventhusiast · 11 days

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STWG prompt 18/5/24

prompt: better to ask for forgiveness than permission

pairing/character(s): steddie, the party

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"Are you sure about this?" Lucas whisper yells as Will anxiously checks no one is looking down the Harrington house's driveway.

Dustin's crouched in front of the door, poking a hair pin into the lock with his tongue poked out, and Mike is leaning against the door, unbothered, so it takes a second for anyone to answer.

"I'm worried about him!" Dustin finally says, his motions getting more intense as he seems to fail to pick the lock. "I haven't seen him all week! He wasn't at work all week either, I checked!"

"He booked the week off." Lucas reminds him.

"Well then why hasn't he been hanging out with us?" Dustin huffs, and then goes back to his attempts.

"Who even taught you how to do that?" Will asks.

"Eddie, he taught me too." Mike says.

"He's gonna be so pissed at us." Will continues quietly, biting his lip, and Mike shakes his head.

"Better to ask for forgiveness than permission."

"Eddie taught us that too!" Dustin chimes in.

Ten minutes later, they've finally managed to get into the house. Lucas is privately surprised that Steve didn't hear them and come see who was trying to break into his house. Maybe Steve's not even home! Hopefully.

A quick survey of the ground floor reveals no movement, so the group make their way up the stairs until they're in front of the closed door leading to Steve's bedroom.

Dustin determinedly reaches for the doorknob, and Lucas tries to stop him once more.

"I really don't think he'll appreciate this, Dust-" He whispers, but Dustin cuts him off with his own (attempt at) whispering.

"I need to make sure he's okay!"

With that, the door is quietly pushed open, and promptly all of their jaws drop and they stand in the doorway in silence, processing what they see.

Steve is laying on his back, fast asleep with his mouth ajar, and tucked into his side is a very naked Eddie, whose butt is unfortunately peaking out from under the covers. He's asleep as well, his face pressed against Steve's hairy (and hickey covered) chest.

"I told you this was a bad idea." Lucas whispers frantically, gesturing at the pair. He looks to Will for backup, but Will is bright red and his eyes are still on Steve and Eddie, so he figures that's a lost cause and turns to Dustin and Mike.

Mike looks a little red and shellshocked too, but Dustin immediately starts whisper yelling some more.

"Well, he should've told me!"

"Told you what? That he's sleeping with a guy?"

"Not just any guy, Eddie! Why didn't he tell me?"

Lucas feels a hand grab at his shoulder urgently, but needs Dustin to understand what he's trying to say so he ignores it.

"He was probably scared you'd hate them for it!"

"For dating?"

"For being gay, idiot."

"I'm not gay, for the record. I'm bisexual." Steve suddenly pipes up, and Lucas and Dustin look over at him immediately with wide eyes.

Steve and Eddie have shifted a little now, Steve propped up against his headboard with Eddie lazily laying against his chest still. Thankfully, his ass is covered up now, but Lucas knows he's naked and that's enough to make him shudder.

"Hi Steve. Fancy seeing you here." Lucas tries with a (hopefully) charming smile. Steve snorts in response, and drops his forehead to rest on Eddie's hair for a second in defeat.

"This is literally my bedroom, Sinclair. How'd you guys get in anyway?"

"We picked the lock on your front door!" Dustin says, having the nerve to sound proud of himself.

"Right. Of course." Steve sighs.

"Eddie taught us." Mike chimes in, finally having gone back to his normal colour. Will's still flushed, but looks more present overall, and he nods along to his best friend's words.

Steve quirks a brow at the information, lifts his head again, and promptly flicks Eddie, who's still half asleep, in the head. He immediately looks more awake, and glares at Steve as he rubs where he got flicked.

"Ow! What the hell was that for?"

"You're the reason they picked the lock, Munson."

"Oh, look what you guys did. I got demoted back to Munson." Eddie finally addresses them for the first time, but thankfully he doesn't look too upset. More amused.

Actually, now Lucas thinks about it Steve doesn't look upset either. Pissed off? Yeah. But in that older brother way he gets with them, not actually mad.

"You're the one who told us to ask for forgiveness not permission!" Dustin defends himself, and Eddie gets another flick to the head for that from Steve.

"Well, are you going to ask for forgiveness then?"

"Screw you. We were worried about you!"

"Have you heard of phones before, Henderson. And the rest of you, really? Wheeler, I expect it from-" Steve starts, getting interrupted by an indignant 'hey!' from Mike, "But Sinclair? Baby Byers?"

"For the record I did not want this to happen." Lucas says defensively, and crosses his arms over his chest.

"Interesting considering you're still here when you could've abandoned them." Eddie snorts.

"The party sticks together."

"Still waiting on that beg for forgiveness." Steve singsongs, and Eddie sits up a little straighter as he adds on his own demand with a grin.

"I want full-on on your knees with prayer hands, begging for forgiveness."

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie ficlet #steddie drabble #this is so silly #i missed dustin lucas arguing dynamic #hope you enjoyed #stwgdailyprompt #dailydrabble #mywriting

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starshideurfics · 1 month

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Thirsty Thursday - Family Video

steddie, omegaverse, mdni 🔞

Eddie’s putzing around in the horror section at Family Video when the bell over the door jingles. He glances without thinking, shocked to see Robin Buckley lead Steve Harrington inside.

He’s nosy, wants to know what the hell is up with that. But he also doesn’t want to attract Keith’s attention. Eddie’s taking his time to hang in the A/C as long as possible, nearly an hour already.

Not that Buckley is capable of being quiet, so he hears plenty.

How they’re job hunting and how Robin probably knows more about film than Keith does. How Steve Fuckin’ Harrington likes Return of the Jedi! Even if he can’t remember the title and calls ewoks teddy bears.

Color Eddie surprised.

Add in Steve’s bright, colorblocked outfit and his swoopy hair, the way he absolutely takes out the Fast Times promotional standee and hurries to fix it, resume in his mouth like an enthusiastic labrador retriever.

Embarrassingly, Eddie realizes he’s been pumping out his campfire and marshmallow scent, too charmed to lock down his sudden interest, subconsciously trying to draw in the stupidly endearing omega.

He figures he should go before he actually catches any attention, dipping around the counter and out the door, but not before he hears Buckley and Harrington get hired on the spot.

It’s easy enough for Eddie to memorize Steve’s schedule, only going to rent movies while he’s working. Sometimes he drags the guys with him, or maybe just Jeff, giving more cover to surreptitiously stare at the moles on Steve’s neck.

“You aren’t being nearly as sneaky as you think,” Jeff mutters on more than one occasion . “Just go talk to him.”

“Can’t.” Eddie keeps Jeff between himself and the counter, eyes on the slasher movies like he’s agonizing over his decision.

“Why not?”

“Cuz I’ll say something stupid like, ‘Please, sit on my face, I wanna drown in your pussy.’ That’s why,” Eddie whispers, risking a glance towards Steve.

“What? Seriously!”

“Have you seen what a mess he is now? And add in that apple pie scent—my mouth is watering and my dick is—”

“Christ! I’m sorry I asked. But I still think you should talk to him.” Jeff turns his attention to the shelf in front of them. “Nightmare on Elm Street?” he asks, reaching for the case.

“Yeah…” Then Eddie stares as Jeff brings the tape up to the counter, his best friend effortlessly making small talk and laughing as he rents the movie. Like a coward, Eddie hurries out of the video store, waiting for Jeff in his van.

When Eddie goes to return the tape the next day, he’s surprised when Steve looks at Robin and says, “I’m going on my break,” even as he accepts the tape from Eddie, their fingers brushing.

“Yeah, whatever,” Robin answers, flipping through a magazine.

Broad fingers wrap around Eddie’s wrist and drag him back to the Family Video break room past the “Employees Only” sign.

Steve smiles at him as he closes the door behind them. “Sorry. Just got tired of waiting for you to make a move.”

“What?” Eddie has never known Steve Harrington to be the kind of omega who waits for an alpha.

“You aren’t doing a very good job of controlling your scent.”

Eddie gulps, cheeks heating.

“And your friend said you were super into me, which… Yeah, definitely picked up on that.”

Nodding, Eddie waits for his tongue to untie, pretty sure he’s gonna die first when Steve steps closer, presses his hand to Eddie’s chest. “You surprised me,” he manages to say.

“Sorry about that.” Steve doesn’t look sorry at all as he leans in, sniffs at Eddie’s neck. “I’m too used to Robin, bad at personal space with pack.”

“Not what I meant—the ewoks—I mean. Shit. Wait.” Eddie closes his eyes, Steve’s scent filling his nose and making him warm. He smells safe. Familiar.

“Yes?” Steve murmurs, hand moving up to touch the skin above the collar of Eddie’s shirt.

“Not pack, what do you mean bad at personal space with pack?”

“Can tell you should be pack.” He nuzzles at Eddie’s cheek and whispers, “Want to be your pack.”

Eddie gives into his instincts then, whining and holding Steve’s face still, bringing their mouths together. He has no idea what he’s doing, but Steve clearly does as he gentles the kiss, grinning as he pulls away.

“My shift ends at seven. Meet me at my place at seven-thirty.”

Eddie nods. “Uh-huh, yep, whatever you say.”

Steve glances up at the clock. “But we’ve still got six minutes before my break ends, and you need to practice,” he teases, pulling Eddie back in for another kiss.

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asbealthgn · 1 year

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“Tonight is the night,” Nancy says.

She says it with so much gravity that it makes Eddie look up from his spot on the couch, drawing his attention away from the email he’s reading (lyrics from Jeff that he wants input on). He whistles.

“Damn, Nance, you look good,” he says. She has her hair and makeup done and she’s wearing her favorite dress, the one that looks black until the right light hits it and reveals it’s actually purple. Eddie may be as gay as they come, but he can recognize that she looks sexy as hell. “The night for what?”

She takes a deep breath. “I’m going to ask Robin to be my girlfriend.”

“Hell yeah!” Eddie says, putting his hand out for a high-five. She returns it before sitting on the couch next to him. “You have a date tonight?”

“No, remember? It’s the party.”

Right. Nancy spent twenty minutes the other day trying to convince Eddie to come with her to the party that Robin and her housemates are throwing. He refused. He’s met Robin a few times and really likes her—and he knows Nancy is completely head over heels for her—but he’s not big on house parties where he doesn’t know anyone. Especially because it’s a guarantee that Nancy will abandon him immediately to be with Robin.

“Do you think that’s a terrible place to do it?” Nancy asks, “And do you think it’s too soon?”

Eddie shrugs. He’s shit at relationships, so he doesn’t know the rules. “I think you’re fine,” he says, “You guys are clearly crazy about each other. I think you could take her to, like, a sewage plant and ask her to be your girlfriend and she’d still be over the moon.”

She gives him a tiny smile. “Will you please come?” she asks. “I’m just so nervous about it and it would really help to have my best friend there.”

Unfair. She’s giving him her biggest doe eyes. It shouldn’t work on him because he knows she only makes that face when she’s trying to manipulate him. But even though he knows what she’s doing, she’s just so adorable. He can’t say no to her.

He sighs. “God, fine,” he says. He looks down at his worn out t-shirt and hole-riddled sweatpants. “I probably have to change, huh?”

Forty-five minutes later, Eddie is circling the block looking for a spot to park. Normally Nancy drives when they go somewhere together because she hates his driving, but he insisted tonight because he has a feeling that she’s going to end up staying the night and he doesn’t want to be trapped. As they drive, Nancy has been giving Eddie the rundown on Robin’s housemates. There’s Max and Lucas, the couple who are Nancy’s brother Mike’s age. She’s convinced that they would get along really well with Mike and his boyfriend Will, so she keeps trying to figure out an organic way for them to meet. She tells Eddie that she invited them to the party but never heard if they’ll actually be there. Then there’s Steve, Robin’s best friend who works with her at the same library where Robin and Nancy originally met (because Nancy was doing research for a story and had to access the archives for some records that were never digitized). Nancy keeps telling Eddie that she thinks he’s either going to fall madly in love with Steve or hate his guts. So Eddie guesses he’s about to find out which one it’ll be.

He finally finds a spot on the street around the corner. He squeezes his van into the tiny space and puts it in park before glancing over at Nancy. She looks nervous, taking slow, even breaths to steady herself while her hands shake.

“Hey,” he says, putting his hand out. She puts her hand in his and he squeezes it tight. “You’ve got this. Robin’ll be a goddamn idiot if she says no.”

She gives him a small smile. “Thank you,” she says, then tosses her shoulders back. “Let’s do this.”

They get out of the van, where Nancy makes him stop so she can fix the collar of his battle vest that’s standing up. It’s a pretty warm night, so he’s had to forgo his favorite leather jacket plus vest combo. Instead, it’s just the vest over top of a Nekrogoblikon t-shirt paired with his favorite black jeans. He feels really underdressed next to Nancy, but she told him it was fine when he showed her the outfit for approval.

Inside, the house is pretty packed. Right away, Eddie sees that Mike and Will made it after all, along with Will’s sister El. They’re all sitting side by side on a couch talking to three people who are sitting cross-legged on the ground in front of them.

“That’s Max and Lucas,” Nancy tells Eddie, pointing out two of the kids on the ground. “Not sure who the other one is.”

As they get closer, Mike glances up and waves. But the group seems pretty engrossed in their conversation, so Eddie and Nancy move deeper into the house.

Eddie feels Nancy clench his wrist. “That’s Steve,” she hisses, nodding significantly in the direction of the kitchen. His eyes find the guy she’s pointing out, ladling punch into a red Solo cup and—

Fuck.

He’s the most beautiful guy Eddie’s ever seen. Nancy way undersold him. He gets that there’s a certain amount of leeway he needs to grant to her as a lesbian since she can’t really tell, but come on. Eddie could be full on blind and still recognize that Steve is unreal. His swooping brown hair catches the last of the setting sun coming in through the window and turns it all shades of honey. His eyes are the same, amber in the dying light. And it’s like his face has been sculpted from stone—not marble—something better than that. Some stone they haven’t invented yet because nothing else currently on this earth could capture him.

Belatedly, he becomes aware of Nancy laughing at him. Somehow, she can always follow his thoughts. Always knows when he’s composing terrible sonnets in his mind. But just as she’s opening her mouth (definitely to make fun of him), Robin appears in front of them. Eddie watches her cheeks flame as she looks Nancy up and down.

“Hi, Nancy!” she says, “Glad you made it!”

“Of course I did!” Nancy says, eyes practically turning into hearts and popping out of her head. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Robin reaches her hands out to grasp Nancy’s. “You look gorgeous,” she says, “I love that dress.”

Eddie can tell this is going to veer into territory where he can’t follow very quickly, so he cuts in. “Hey, Robin, nice to see you.”

Robin blinks at him. “Oh, hey!” she says, “I didn’t see you.”

That was apparent. Not that Eddie’s upset about it. He loves seeing the two girls like this, loves that Nancy has found someone who matches her intensity.

They get through the bare minimum small talk (work is good, yes they all watched that new episode of that show, yes it was crazy), but Eddie can see that Nancy and Robin want to be alone. So he lets Robin drag Nancy away, presumably to her bedroom. And now he just needs to figure out what he’s going to do now that the only two people he knows here are preoccupied.

Well, that’s not entirely accurate. He knows Mike, Will, and El. He looks over, but they’re no longer sitting in the living room. He scans the crowd for them and sees Mike and Will have moved to the kitchen (apparently Steve has moved on—that’s unfortunate) where they’re talking to Lucas and the other guy Eddie doesn’t know. Eddie makes his way over to them, stopping by the punch bowl on his way.

“Eddie!” Mike says as soon as he sees him. “Lucas and Dustin here play D&D. Can we invite them to Hellfire?”

Eddie crosses his arms and surveys the two guys, sizing them up. Dustin looks like the type, with a Star Wars shirt and a goofy grin. Lucas looks way too athletic to be into D&D though. Not nearly enough of a loser.

“I don’t know,” he says, “Are you guys any good?”

That causes both boys to launch into tales of their various past exploits on campaigns, apparently not giving a shit that they’re yelling over each other so Eddie can’t tell anything they’re saying. He feels the passion, though.

“Alright,” he concedes, “You can sit in for a session. If you’re good, we’ll let you stick around.”

Whooping, Mike and Will high-five each other, then Lucas and Dustin.

“Where’s your sister?” Eddie asks Will.

Will nods over to an adjacent wall. “Over there talking to Max and Steve,” he says. Eddie follows his gaze and sees the trio. More specifically, his eyes are drawn to Steve. He’s so goddamn beautiful, even in the artificial light now that the sun has disappeared below the horizon.

Well, isn’t this a perfect opportunity? “I’m gonna go say hi,” Eddie says casually, nodding in farewell to Will, Mike, Lucas, and Dustin. Then, red Solo cup in hand, he starts heading in the direction of El, Steve, and Max.

In a way, it’s just too damn predictable.

Eddie is walking toward the group, feeling pretty good, doing his best to look cool and nonchalant. He’s about five feet away and Steve glances up, eyes flicking over him. And Eddie’s so caught up in the euphoria of being seen (and maybe admired?) by Steve that he completely misses someone’s purse on the ground. He trips over it, doesn’t manage to right himself, and goes sprawling. To add insult to injury, he doesn’t manage to keep hold of his cup of punch and manages to spill it all over himself and Steve.

Great.

“Fuck, man, I’m so sorry,” Eddie says, hopping to his feet and putting his hands out like he can—what? Wipe away the bright red punch from Steve’s white shirt? God, he’s so stupid.

Steve is looking down at himself in surprise, then back up at Eddie. “It’s cool,” he says. Fuck, his voice is so sexy. Eddie can’t believe that the first thing he did when trying to approach this guy was spill punch all over him. When did he become such a mess?

Max laughs. “I told you not to wear white, dingus,” she says. Steve scowls at her.

“Only Robin gets to call me dingus,” he says. “And you told me not to wear white because you think I look ugly in it, not because you thought I would spill on it.”

Max shrugs. “Different reasoning, same end result,” she says breezily.

Alright, Eddie is definitely gonna need to befriend this girl as soon as he stops wanting to die of mortification. If that happens.

“Seriously, man, I’m so sorry,” Eddie says, “I can, like, buy you a new shirt, or—”

Steve waves him off. “Seriously, it’s cool,” he says, “Honestly, I got this shirt in a pack of five from Target so it’s not a big loss.” He looks over Eddie again. His all black ensemble probably doesn’t reveal the punch as much, but Eddie can feel the wet patches sticking to his skin. “C’mon, I’ll lend you something to change into.”

Not about to complain about the prospect of seeing the inside of Steve’s room, Eddie follows him down the hall and through a door. It’s a nice bedroom, tidy without feeling sterile. There are posters for bands on the wall that Eddie doesn’t listen to but doesn’t disrespect either. An acoustic guitar is leaning against a desk that’s stacked with neat piles of books. There are twinkle lights along the bedframe, giving the room a cheerful glow. And it’s a comfy looking bed, with a thick white comforter and fluffy pillows.

Stop staring at his bed, you absolute creep.

“I’m Eddie by the way,” Eddie says, looking back over at Steve. Who is very shirtless. Apparently having peeled his wet shirt off, he’s now standing facing the closet. Goddamn. The smooth expanse of his back is on display, toned and freckled. Eddie wants to bite it.

Steve looks over his shoulder at Eddie. “Yeah, I know,” he says.

“You do?”

“Yeah.” Steve grins, turning more fully around. Don’t stare at his chest don’t stare at his chest don’t stare at his— “After Robin met Nancy she made a whole ass PowerPoint of her Instagram photos. You’re in some of ‘em.”

Eddie feels a little flustered that Steve knew who he was before Eddie knew him. What did he think? Did Steve think he was good looking? Or was he even paying attention? Then Eddie wrinkles his nose, the rest of the context registering.

“A whole PowerPoint, huh?” Eddie asks.

Steve shrugs (his shoulders are so pretty, fuck). “Yeah, it’s kinda what we do,” he says, “Anything significant happens, we share it with each other in excruciating detail. And Robbie knows I’m a visual learner so slideshows work pretty well.”

“Fair enough.”

Steve turns back to the closet and rifles through the hangers. “Good news is I think we’re about the same size,” he says. He produces a plain black t-shirt. “Does this work?”

“I’ll take whatever you give me,” Eddie says (God, he hopes that comes off less horny than it sounds to his ears). “I’m the one who spilled punch all over us.”

Eyes fixed on Eddie’s chest, Steve comes back over. Eddie resists the urge to cross his arms over himself. But obviously, Steve’s just looking at the stains, not him. “Your vest was mostly saved,” Steve says. He touches a spot below one of the buttons on Eddie’s chest, making Eddie’s heart leap into his throat. “There’s a bit, but I think Max has some stuff for stains we can borrow.”

“Cool,” Eddie says. His voice definitely sounds unnatural, and he thinks Steve notices, eyes flicking up to his. Those pretty, pretty eyes. Up close, his eyelashes are so long. And his face is dotted with moles. Eddie wants to touch every one of them. “I’m not really that worried about it,” he chokes out.

Shrugging, Steve hands him the black shirt. And then he just stands there, watching. “Um,” Eddie says. Does Steve really expect him to just strip down right in front of him? He can’t present his incredibly mediocre shirtless self to the most beautiful man he’s ever seen.

Steve lifts his eyebrows. “What’re you waiting for?”

“Uh, nothing,” Eddie says.

This isn’t weird. Right? It’s only weird if he keeps acting all weird about it. But he can be all cool and casual about this like Steve was. So he shrugs out of his battle vest, draping it over the desk chair along with the borrowed shirt, and then tugs his own shirt over his head. Steve’s standing a little closer than Eddie realized, so his arms bump against him as he untangles them from the shirt. Totally fine, totally normal. Totally not gonna obsess about the feeling of Steve’s skin against his for the next 3-5 business days.

As soon as Eddie has laid his shirt over his battle vest, he feels featherlight fingers brushing over the demon tattoo on his chest. He sucks in a breath, frozen to the spot. What is happening right now?

He risks a glance at Steve, whose eyes are trained on Eddie’s tattoos. “I was curious what these looked like up close,” Steve says, “I should admit I actually have seen you shirtless before. I kind of stalked your Instagram.”

What? That’s not computing. First of all, Steve, most gorgeous man to ever exist, stalked Eddie’s Instagram? Second of all, Eddie has shirtless pics on his Instagram? He doesn’t have the confidence to post that kind of thing. Except no, there is a picture on there from when he went to the beach with Gareth and Jeff a month or two ago. But what? Steve has seen it? And it was significant enough for him to remember?

Steve looks at Eddie, eyebrows furrowing. “Is that creepy?”

“No, but—” Eddie shakes his head. “Me?”

“Yeah.” Steve grins. “I think you’re pretty.”

Maybe Eddie hit his head when he fell. Maybe he’s hallucinating this. Maybe he’s gonna wake up on the floor out there, and Steve calling him pretty will all have been a delicious, far-fetched dream. Because there’s just no way.

“You think I’m pretty,” Eddie says. When Steve nods, Eddie almost laughs. “And have you happened to look in a mirror recently?”

Steve laughs. “Yeah,” he says, “But somehow, I’m not my own type.”

He keeps leaning in closer and it’s making it very hard for Eddie to come up with something intelligent to say. He should make a joke or something to prove that he’s very cool and collected, but his brain turns more and more to static the longer he stares into Steve’s eyes.

“Um,” Eddie says. Clever. What’s wrong with him? He doesn’t usually get this flustered. But then, he doesn’t usually talk to guys who look like Steve.

Steve’s smile is very self-satisfied as those gossamer fingers of his trail down past Eddie’s tattoos and brush over his nipple. Eddie takes in a sharp breath. “You often invite strangers who you’ve been stalking into your room to get ‘em shirtless and feel ‘em up?” he asks, aiming for aloof and entirely missing the mark.

“Hmm, just the ones that spill punch on me,” Steve says, pinching Eddie’s nipple slightly. “And just the ones that I catch staring at me.” He leans in, putting his mouth inches away from Eddie’s ear. “I don’t think you’re as subtle as you think you are.”

Unable to resist any longer, Eddie slides his hands around Steve’s waist. His skin is so smooth, so velvety. “Who says I’m trying to be subtle?” he asks.

Grinning, Steve wraps his free arm around Eddie’s neck and pulls him in. Eddie kisses Steve eagerly. His lips are heavenly, so much softer than most guys Eddie has kissed. He tastes like strawberry lipgloss and punch. And he kisses like they have all the time in the world, which maybe they do. Nancy’s off with Robin somewhere, so there’s no reason Eddie needs to rejoin the party any time soon.

They wind up on Steve’s bed, Steve on his back under Eddie. Eddie gets the fingers of one hand tangled in Steve’s hair. So silky, just like everything else about him. The man defines the word soft. It makes Eddie a little crazy, makes him want to dig his teeth and fingers in, ruin the undisturbed perfection. He goes after Steve hungrily, attacking his jaw and throat and collarbones like he’s starving. Steve seems happy to let him, pulling Eddie’s hips down flush with his and rolling his own hips gently up.

Eddie’s just thinking that he’d be happy to never stop kissing Steve exactly like this when there’s a knock at the door. He pulls away and looks at it while Steve sighs.

“I have to answer that,” he says, sounding resigned.

“You sure you have to?” Eddie asks, brushing the hair back off Steve’s forehead. He looks sort of wrecked, red marks already starting to form on his neck.

Steve nods. “If it’s Robin or Max they’ll just let themselves in after thirty seconds.”

He edges out from under Eddie and crosses over to the door. Eddie feels vindicated that he has to adjust himself in his jeans before opening the door a crack.

“Hey, Robbie,” he says, “What’s up?”

“Steve! I have huge news!” Robin says from just out of sight. “Nancy asked me to be her—wait, why don’t you have a shirt on?”

Steve is forced back as Robin pushes the door open farther and pokes her head in. She looks over at the bed, sees Eddie, and grins. “Oh, that’s why,” she says, mischief in her voice.

“Hey, what’s up?” Eddie says, trying to sound casual.

“Eddie?” He hears Nancy’s voice from the hall, and then her head is appearing in the doorway next to Robin’s. As soon as she sees him, she gives a triumphant laugh. “I knew it!”

Eddie buries his face in his hands, sure it’s burning.

“Alright that’s enough,” he hears Steve say. Then there’s the overlapping protests from the girls before the door clicks shut again.

Removing his hands, Eddie risks another glance and sees Steve coming back over to the bed, shaking his head. He slides onto the mattress next to Eddie and puts his arms around him. “Can you believe them?” he asks, not quite managing to hide his smile.

Smiling back, Eddie pinches Steve in the side. “You sure you should have closed the door on them?” he asks, “Sounds like they had big news.”

Steve shrugs. “It’s fine,” he says, “They can tell us in the morning.”

“Morning, huh? Think we’re gonna be occupied until then?”

Smile turning devious, Steve kisses Eddie once before rolling him onto his back. “I think I can come up with a couple things to keep us busy,” he says.

And as Steve kisses him again, Eddie’s pretty sure he agrees.

#i started this forever ago and finally finished it #so please enjoy <3 #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #ronance #ficlet

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princessofmarvel · 2 years

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Boobies!

Summary | You are in the car when steve and robin have their conversation about boobies . Part 2 !!!!!

Pairing | Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader! ( The Reader Has Breast )

Word Count | 533

Warnings! | Slight Spoilers For Stranger Things 4 Volume 1! And, Allusion’s To Smut? Kind of , Lol .

Author's Note! | Hey You Guys! I think that I have done with the random capitalization and the random punctuation that is caused from my OCD on this fic! But, I still apologize if there are any! And, I am working on the next part of my Eddie Munson fic. I am just trying to figure out how to write it down! This Has Been Proof Read , But Please Let Me Know If I Have Missed Anything ! And, please send in any requests or Thought’s That You Have for Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Or Eddie Munson! I apologize for how short this is , Lol !

“People Who Like Boobies!” Were the first words that you heard out of your boyfriend's mouth once you got into the back seat of his car for him to take you and your best friend ( And his best friend ) Robin to school to go to this pep rally that was just way too early in the morning for.

“What the hell did I just walk in on?” You asked while kissing Steve’s cheek before you take your seat in the backseat of his BMW.

“We are talking about how Vickie obviously like’s boobie’s!”

“We do not know that!” “Yes we do! She returned Fast Times at what time? 53 minute’s 5 seconds, Robin , she likes what? Boobie’s!” Say’s your boyfriend while he raises his voice some.

“Oh my god Steve, will you stop saying boobie’s, please tell your boyfriend to stop saying the word boobie’s!” Robin yells while looking back at you with pleading eyes.

“I’m sorry Robin, But I agree with Steve on this one” You said to her, which causes her to roll her eyes at the both of you.

“Look Robin, It is not A big deal, I like boobies , You like boobie’s , Vickie like’s boobie’s!” Exclaimed your boyfriend to the 3 of you in the car.

“Um, Steve , You like who’s boobies?” You say while leaning forward to rest your chin on your boyfriend’s shoulder, While placing your hand onto his bicep.

“Yours, Y/n, I like-love your boobies, I mean, your bra is in the backseat for A reason” Steve say’s while grabbing your hand off of his bicep and kissing your knuckles.

“Steve!” You say starting to search the backseat for the bra that he says he has.

“What?!” Steve says “I was just saying how much I love your boobies!”

“Ok, look Robin, Vickie like’s boobies! And, trust me she will love your boobies! I mean they're amazing!” You say while gesturing to Robin.

"Why do you two keep saying the word Boobies" Robin says to you and Steve. "But, Thank you Y/n, Your boobies are quite nice as well." She says turning around to look at you with a smile on her face, her mood obviously being lifted at least a little bit from you and Steve.

"Wait, You've seen her Boobies?" Steve says gesturing between you and Robin.

"Um Yeah" Robin says while you are still looking for your bra.

"But, Those are my boobies" Steve says with a Sad and pouting tone to his voice.

"Steve!" You exclaimed again, Not being able to stop the smile that was starting to form on your face. That comment from anyone else would have infuriated you but Steve saying it was so cute, Especially in that tone.

"What?!" He asks while parking the car at the school. "They Are! Those are my Boobies and I will prove it if I have too, Also your bra is under the seat." He says while getting out and opening your door while Robin is already on her way To Get Ready for the Pep rally.

"Robin Is Right Though '' Steve Say's While Holding Your Hand And Walking You To The Gym. "You Do Have Really Nice Boobies." "Steve!"

#steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #eddie munson #stranger things imagine #stranger things fluff #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things smut #stranger things #mike wheeler #nancy wheeler #billy hargrove #johnathan byers

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resident-gay-bitch · 4 months

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Single teen dad steve who’s kid comes out as trans kinda young and fuck it’s the late 80’s early 90’s - post upside down - and he’s freaking out because he just wants the best for his little kid. She- he has always been Steve’s biggest priority and he loves his kid no matter what and he’s gonna embrace the hell out of it, but he has worries about it all because he’s in small town Hawkins and people here get beat up for being rumoured to be gay, what the hell is gonna happen to his kid??

But mainly, he has no idea how to help. He doesn’t know anything about it. Robin assists where she can but she’s just as in the dark about it as Steve.

Then comes one night, Axl (they’re trying out new names each month and this month Axl is obsessed with Gunners so it’s only appropriate) is having a panic attack over his dysphoria and Steve is trying his best to help. He can’t bind, doesn’t know how to do it on his own without it hurting really bad, and Steve is trying to help but Axl won’t let anyone see any part of him without a shirt and so it’s hard. They tried to figure out how to do it on Steve’s bare chest but it’s not really the same. Eventually Axl cries himself to sleep about it with Steve sitting on the end of his bed because Axl didn’t want to even be touched after a while.

And Steve doesn’t sleep that night, he stays up half the night trying to bind his own chest correctly, then he tapes balloons and stuffed toys to the front of this big bear they have and tries to bind on that. But nothings working, and he can’t help but feel like he’s failed his kid. He debated calling Robin up to see if she’d come over and he could try binding her chest to figure it out, he knows she’ll say yes because she cares about Axl so much and also won’t care if Steve sees her bare chest as he has before, but she’s out of state for work for a whole other week. He just cries until it’s time to get up for work and school.

Axl is wearing a baggy shirt under an even baggier hoodie, even though it’s the middle of summer. Steve wants to tell him to take it off, to make sure he doesn’t faint today, but he knows that’s only gonna make things worse - everyone at school still thinks he’s a girl. He makes sure to pack ice packs in Axl’s lunch bag and extra ice in his water bottle.

He goes to work and thinks about it all day, then he gets home to find a note on the counter from Axl, saying he’s popped across the street to study with Melody for a while. They’ve been friends since they were little, and she’s the only one from school who knows so far. Steve’s glad Axl’s doing something to distract himself rather than rotting away in bed and making himself feel more sick about it.

Halfway through cooking himself dinner (and by cooking he means microwaving whatever the fuck he can find in the fridge) he gets a knock on the door. It’s Eddie. Of course it’s Eddie. They had plans to catch up for a beer down the pub tonight, since they hadn’t seen eachother in a while now. Steve had been so distracted today he completely forgot.

Steve apologises to Eddie and tells him he’s just been so stressed today and he couldn’t talk to Robin about it and everything is just so complicated, he just breaks down and cries right then and there in his doorway.

And Eddie, being the kind soul that he always has been, pulls Steve into a hug and lets him cry about it.

They sit down at the table together and crack open a couple of beers and eat the microwaved leftovers. And they chat and Steve forgets about everything for a little while. Eddie does that to him; makes Steve forget everything else in the world doesn’t exist besides Eddie.

He’s tried to snuff his stupid feelings for Eddie out for years, since 1986. It hasn’t worked. But Eddie’s been between relationships, and Steve’s had Axl to worry about so trying to have anything serious has been so hard and pointless. No one wants an instant pre-teen, and especially not Eddie who has expressed he doesn’t want kids several times. It’s pointless.

So very pointless.

But Steve wants him anyway.

Eddie asks about Axl, as he always does. He cares about Steve’s kid the way he cares about Dustin, sort of. They get along, but Eddie kinda gets awkward around him for some reason and Axl gets very flustered around Eddie. Steve found it adorable when he was little, Eddie with his long hair and tattoos, he always through it was cool. And as Axl got older, the more he’d avoid Eddie in hopes of not fanboying over Eddie’s band, or tattoos, or his guitar.

But they don’t really see eachother much these days, so now that Axl’s fourteen and too cool to ask questions when Steve brings Eddie up, who knows what they’d be like around eachother?

Eddie’s asking questions, completely oblivious as he asks how “she’s going” and if “she’s surviving her first year of highschool” and blah blah blah, and Steve knows it’s because he doesn’t know. But it messes with his head anyway, because that’s his boy their talking about, not his girl, and it’s been bothering him all day and Steve just-

He crumbles. He opens up to Eddie and tells him everything on his mind right now. How Axl is really a boy, and how they’re trying out new names, and how Steve feels like he’s failing his kid because he doesn’t know how to help him bind, or feel safe, or come out at school, or what to do to get him on testosterone or if that’s even an option and-

Eddie places his hand on Steve’s and smiles so softly, “You’re struggling to bind?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah, it’s like- his chest… he- he’s doesn’t-“

“Yeah, I- I know, Steve.” Eddie nods, “Would Axl be okay with me knowing this? Or, like, not?”

“I don’t know.” Steve so sobs, “I shouldn’t have said anything without his permission, but I just trusted you and I needed to talk to- to someone. And I’m…”

“Okay.” Eddie cleared his throat, “okay, will Axl be home tonight?”

“Yeah.” Steve sniffled and checked his watch, “It’s almost curfew.”

“Okay. Have you got any bandages? Or what have you been using?”

“Yeah, bandages… cloth.” Steve rubbed his nose.

“That’s okay, uhm, how about you go get those for me?”

Steve, confused but too mentally tired to think much of it, goes and does just that. He brings back the rolls of bandages and cloth they were using and dumps them on the table in front of Eddie. Eddie smiles and moves the cloth aside, looking at the strip of bandages.

“The wider ones are better. These are a little thin, but… does he use a sports bra most days?”

Steve nods.

“Okay, I suggest getting some wider bandages. But I can make these work.” Eddie grins.

“What?” Steve grumbles.

“Come here.” Eddie shuffles his chair over to Steve, “Arms up, not up in the air but like, out so I can get around.”

Steve follows his command yet again, and watches with confused eyes as Eddie begins to wrap the bandage around Steve’s chest, talking him through the process; where to place his hands for best compression, and insisting it can’t be too tight or it will hurt.

“It probably won’t be perfectly flat, they never are, but it will be better.” Eddie smiled, “Surgery is always an option, but they won’t let him get that until he’s like, eighteen.”

“How do you-“

“Hey, dad, sorry I’m late, I have a math test tomorrow and we-“ Axl chattered, walking through and shutting the door, “… uhm, hi Eddie.”

“Hi!” Eddie grinned and waved at Axl before looking back at Steve’s chest and fastening the bandage together with the clip at Steve’s side.

“What are you doing?”

Steve felt his heart drop, “I’m- I’m sorry, kid, I shouldn’t have told him but- I was just, I needed someone to talk to, and- It’s not and excuse-“

“No, it’s not.” Axl dumped his bag down on the kitchen counter and walked over, “You should ask before assuming.”

“I know.” Steve furrowed his brow, “I don’t usually-“

“But it’s okay because it’s just Eddie.” Axl shrugged and leant down to look at the bandges wrapped tight around Steve’s chest, “I figured you’d already told all of your friends.”

“Nope.” Eddie shook his head and smiled, “He certainly did not. Cool name, by the way- Guns and Roses?”

“Yeah.” Axl nodded.

“Sick.” Eddie grinned.

“Did you do this?” Axl pointed to the bandages.

“Wait, you’re not upset with me?” Steve asked.

“No, I know you’re not just gonna out me to some cunt who’s gonna beat me up-“

“Language.” Steve pressed.

“Besides, Eddie’s gay and a self proclaimed Freak, out of most of your friends he’s the least likely to judge.”

“Right you are, little gremlin.” Eddie smiled up at him.

“I’m still sorry.” Steve murmured.

“Don’t be.” Axl playfully punched his arm.

“Also, to answer your question,” Eddie continued, “Yes, this is how you bind. I can show you how to do it, if you like? I suggest bigger bandages but this can work for now.”

“Yes please.” Axl nodded, and Eddie immediately started to unwound the bindings on Steve’s chest.

He re-tied it, talking step by step to Axl, and then he got Axl to bind Steve’s chest himself, Eddie talking him through the process.

Then, Eddie got Axl to do it on himself, over his baggy jumpers, because it’s a little different doing it on someone else. Steve sat at the table and watched in awe as Eddie animatedly talked Axl through the process, and Axl couldn’t wipe his smile off his face.

The moment it was done he raced off to his room to do it properly. Eddie went and got them another beer.

“Thank you.” Steve smiled at him, “So much.”

“No problem, Steve-o.” Eddie grinned, “I have not done that in a while, it was kinda fun.”

“What do you mean?” Steve furrowed his brow, and Eddie shrugged and pulled up his shirt.

The first thing Steve noticed was the added ink Eddie had gotten since ‘86. The second thing he noticed was the bat bites scattered over his skin. And the third… two scars stretching along his chest.

Steve remembered being back there, crying and trying to add compression on all of Eddie’s scars. He remembered finding bandages already wrapped around Eddie’s chest, under his clothes, but he thought nothing of it, figured Eddie had cut his chest open or something. Not… this.

Eddie blushed and lowered his shirt, shrugging up at Steve.

“Oh my god.” Steve muttered, and Eddie just stared at him, “Holy shit, you’re like Axl?!”

“Yeah.” Eddie nodded, and then a couple of seconds later Axl was body slamming into the back of Eddie and wrapping himself around him.

“I didn’t think anyone was like me here.” Axl mumbled, obviously trying to not cry, “I always thought you’d be the coolest out of dad’s friends.”

Eddie snickered and gave Axl a hug back, “How’d you go, did you get it?”

“I think so.” He said, stepping back and showing off to them. It’s the first time Steve had seen him wear anything less than a baggy shirt. He was dressed in a cropped muscle tee, and he looked so confident.

Steve started to cry.

“Hey! Look at you, it looks so good, kid.” Eddie grinned, “If you want I can show you how to draw facial hair on to look realistic.”

“Fuck yeah.” Axl grinned, “I want a moustache.”

Eddie snickered and looked back at Steve, his face dropped when he saw him crying, “Hey, Stevie-“

“Thank you.” Steve sobbed and buried his head in his hands, “Holy fuck, thank you so much.”

Eddie smiled softly, “It’s no issues, of course. Anything to help a fellow freak like me, huh?” He smiled up at Axl, “I should be thanking you, it feels nice to have another person like me around again.”

“Do you know more people like us?”

Eddie nodded, “You know my friend Gareth? Yeah, he’s like us, and a two more people but they’re not in town.”

“Oh my god, really?!” Axl grinned, “This is so awesome, can I please come to one of your gigs or something?”

“I thought you were too cool for that stuff?” Steve snickered.

Axl flipped him off, “I just wanna meet him… as a guy.”

Eddie leant out and ruffled Axl’s hair, “Yeah, kid, whenever you like- though, a band practice would be more ideal for a fourteen year old.”

Axl frowned dramatically and went to get himself a drink.

“Seriously, Eddie, thank you.” Steve murmured, “I haven’t seen him that happy in… not in years. He’s just a kid, he’s meant to be that happy every day.”

Eddie nodded, “I know how he feels. I knew I was different really young too, and when I was about twelve I told my mum and she told me to never tell anyone. And then she died, when I was sixteen, and I ended up telling dad for some- I don’t even know why, he beat the shit out of me and I ran away. Like, away away, up to Indi. Wayne found me then, when my dad told him what happened, and bought me home and let me be Eddie.” He shrugged, “I remember the first time I tried binding with duct tape, Wayne found me crying in front of the mirror about it and he came in with bandages and helped me figure it out. I went on testosterone when I turned eighteen, so.”

Steve smiled, “I’m sorry you went through that, Eddie.”

“I’m sorry you’ve been going through this clueless. Wayne had no idea either, he’s got a book on how to look after trans kids now, but he didn’t back then, I can tell you that.” Eddie laughed, “Thanks for being his dad, and like, being a good one.”

“He’s my kid, I can’t just… of course, I love him.”

Eddie smiled, “You don’t know how rare that is for people like Axl and I.”

“I don’t understand why.”

“Me either.” Eddie hummed, “You’re a really good dad, Steve. A really good guy.”

“I’m just doing what I’m supposed to do.”

“Yeah, but you care. More than most people do. You care so much.” Eddie gently took Steve’s hand into his own, “I’m sure you already know but being Axl’s dad isn’t gonna be easy, especially not in fucking Hawkins, but so long as you just stick around and… care, then things are gonna be a whole lot easier for him. It means so much to him, and me, even.”

Steve smiled at him and squeezed Eddie’s hands as a thank you, “Can you stick around too?” He asked, “Help Axl in the places I cant?”

Eddie grinned, “Yeah, of course I can, Stevie.”

“Thank you.” Steve sighed, rubbing his temples, “You have no idea how grateful I am that you’re in my life.”

There was a moment of silence before Eddie whispered, “You have no idea how grateful I am that you’re in mine.”

They looked at eachother, and Steve felt his heart in his throat.

“Okay…” Axl murmured, rolling back over to the table, “You guys are clearly having a moment so I’m gonna stop eavesdropping.”

“Hey!” Steve scoffed, “You little shit.”

Axl chuckled and scruffed Steve’s hair, “Thanks dad, I love you too. You’re my best friend.”

Steve absolutely blossomed at that, he’d never been so happy to hear those words. He used to hear them all the time, when Axl was really little. But then he became a preteen and being friends with your dad suddenly stopped being cool. He’s ecstatic right now.

“Thanks Eddie.” Axl smiled at him, giving Eddie a fist bump as he passed, “Can we like… talk sometime? I just wanna-“

“Know if someone’s gone through all the crazy shit as you?” Eddie offered and Eddie nodded, “How about we get some lunch this weekend, huh? Then hang out at the music store?”

“Sounds good.” Axl grinned and continued to walk past, “I’ll let you guys get back to your moment.”

“Moment?” Steve asked, red in the face, watching Axl walk down the hallway to his room, “There’s no moment, what moment?!”

“Don’t worry about it.” Axl shouted back and walked into his room.

“Axl!” Steve shouted out.

“Axl!” Eddie shouted too, “What fucking moment do you mean?”

Axl poked his head back out the door, “You were having a nice moment about friendship and being a good dad and blah blah blah!” Axl shouted and Steve and Eddie both relaxed, “I just shouldn’t be evesdropping of course.”

“Okay.” Steve nodded and looked back to Eddie, watched the sparkle in his eyes dance as he shifted to look back at Steve. And he melted at the sight.

“Also, this would be a great time to do something about that crush you’ve had on Eddie for years, dad!”

And with that, Axl’s door was slammed shut.

Steve and Eddie were staring at eachother. Eddie was slowly turning more and more red.

“You have a crush on me?”

Steve’s lack of an answer probably was a dead giveaway, but he hoped Eddie was oblivious.

“Oh.” Eddie muttered, and clearly he’s not oblivious, “You have a crush on me- god, I sound fifteen. Wow, you are into me- Steve- you- okay.” Eddie cleared his throat and fixed his posture, “Do- wow, huh, uh… do- do you wanna- do you wanna go out with me? Okay, there, I did it.”

“You’re asking me out?” Steve asked, a little gobsmacked.

“Yeah.” Eddie bit at his nails as he looked at Steve nervously.

“Yes.” Steve swallowed, “Yeah, I- yeah… can- does tomorrow work? Seven?”

“Seven.” Eddie smiled, his shoulders relaxing, “Yeah, a date at seven.”

“Okay.” Steve smiled too, “Wait, is this just… I just need to know if this is a date or like, with the intention of something more serious.”

“Uh…” Eddie swallowed, “Considering I’ve been into you for years now, I’d prefer something a little more permanent. But-“

“You don’t care I’ve got a kid?”

“No, I-“ Eddie ducked his head, blushing, “To be honest I’ve kinda always been jealous he wasn’t our kid.”

“Holy shit.” Steve muttered, “I thought you didn’t want kids?!”

“Yeah.” Eddie shrugged, “I don’t know, you make all my wires cross, Steve. I’ve pictured a whole ass future with you.”

And Steve can’t wait to make that future come true.

And Axl grows up with a second dad who helps him through his transition too, has a little more intel. And Steve loves watching them as they chat about their shared experiences being trans, and cries when Axl comes out and shows off his excessive leg hair one afternoon, and when Eddie starts compulsively making fun of his voice cracks at age seventeen, and when Eddie’s sitting there and talking him through the procedure he’ll endure for his first surgery and- Steve’s just overwhelmed with love for them both.

And then he and Eddie adopt a little girl and Steve’s just so in awe of how Eddie is with the baby, and how Axl instantly takes to the protective big brother role. And just picture it, okay!? Just picture Steve and Eddie having a family together, okay?!

#Steve has a trans kid #trans Eddie #single dad steve #this is pretty shitty but I’m tired as fuck so I don’t care you know? I just wanted to share the idea because it needs to be shared!#headcannon that turned into a mini fic that I want to turn into a multichap #but I have so many wips already #jay writes #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #dad Steve #Steddie #single dad Steddie #stranger things 4 #fluff #hurt comfort

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Eddie should have been out of the mall hours ago. And he would have been, if it weren’t for Gareth practically begging him to pick him up from the movies. It would have served him right, having to walk home for not inviting him. But hell, Eddie had a soft spot for his friends, and Gareth knew that well enough to exploit it. The mall was mostly empty at this hour, with all the stores closing up. Except the theater, of course, which stayed open late enough for the ten o’clock showings to let out.

Eddie swung around the wall separating the cinema from the rest of the mall and strolled inside. There was nobody in the lobby. Which made sense, seeing as there were no later show times. He stopped to take a drink from the water fountain, quenching his dry mouth, then straightened up and pulled out a cigarette. There was still thirty minutes until Gareth’s movie let out, so he had some time to kill. Maybe the concession stand was still open, and he could buy some candy. Eh, but it was always overpriced, so maybe not.

Eddie was still in the middle of weighing the pros and cons of movie theater snacks when someone stumbled into his line of sight. No, not just anyone. Steve Harrington. Steve Harrington wearing a tight little sailor outfit that did wonders for his ass and thighs. It wasn’t as if Eddie had never seen the little getup before. Oh no. Much to his friend’s annoyance, Eddie had started having pretty intense ice cream cravings at least twice a week. Sometimes more, if he felt like coming to the mall alone. Because while he wasn’t a huge fan of crowds, he was definitely a fan of Steve’s ass. He might be a douchebag, but at least he was nice to look at.

Eddie was so caught up in his deep appreciation of the male form, that he almost missed the strange way Steve was walking. As if he’d lost all control of his limbs and was instead being dragged along by an invisible cable linked to his chest. But once Eddie noticed that, his eyes trailed up passed toned legs and arms, and he almost choked when he got a look at Steve’s face. It looked like he’d lost a fight with a Kangaroo. Kangaroos could fight, right? He was pretty sure. Hadn’t he seen a cartoon where that was a thing? Maybe he had dreamt in. Whatever, that didn’t matter. What mattered was that Steve was messed up. He had a swollen eye, a busted lip, and more than one bruise blooming under his pretty skin. He also seemed pretty out of it.

“Robin!” he called, stumbling closer to Eddie. “Robin! Come out come out wherever you are! Are you hiding from me?”

Robin? As in Robin Buckley, who also worked at Scoops Ahoy? Would she know why Steve looked like he’d been hit by a bus? Eddie took a drag from his cigarette, contemplating what to do. But before he could come to any sort of decision, Steve turned and spotted Eddie. He’d never seen someone do such a hard double take in his life. And then Steve was just staring at him, with his mouth hanging open and eyes wide and glassy. Yeah, he was definitely on something. Eddie looked around, hoping to see someone who could help him figure out what to do in this situation, but there was no one.

“Uh, you alright man?”

His words seemed to snap Steve out of whatever trance he’d been in, and he took several lurching steps forwards until he was directly in front of Eddie. Which, okay, Eddie may or may not have had more than one dirty fantasy that involved Steve crowding him up against a wall. But this was real life, not a fantasy. So the more likely thing to happen here was that Steve was going to try and fight him. Which, given his current state, Eddie felt fairly confident he could win that fight. Still, he leaned back against the wall in alarm.

“Dude, what—”

“Holy shit,” Steve slurred. “You’re the prettiest fucking person I’ve ever seen.”

Well, that made Eddie snap his mouth shut. What the fuck? There was no way Steve Harrington had just called him pretty, even if he was high. But Steve was still staring at him, his eyes wide with wonder.

“Um, what? Are you okay?”

And then Steve had the gall the give him an absolutely dopey grin. “I am now.”

Okay, holy shit. Steve was definitely trying to put the moves on him. Maybe he was hallucinating and thought Eddie was someone else.

Eddie chuckled nervously. “Um, maybe you’re too out of it to tell, but I’m not some hot chick. I’m a dude.”

Steve scoffed, as if that was the stupidest thing Eddie could have said. “Yeah, duh you’re not a hot chick. You’re Eddie. Which makes you a hot dude.”

Yeah, alright, Eddie was definitely blushing now. What was he even supposed to do with this? Did Steve realized what he was saying? Was there a drug that could make you gay? If there was, the government was going to be pissed.

“You—You know my name?”

Steve took another step forward, so he could lean his hand against the wall beside Eddie’s head, effectively trapping him there. Eddie felt like he’d been turned to stone, his entire body locking up.

“Obviously I know your name. You’re Eddie. You come into Scoops all the time and you always wear the tightest jeans and Robin makes fun of me because I just stare at your ass because it looks so good. And it’s not fair because you never even look at me! But I look at you all the time. You should look at me more, to even things up.”

Eddie stared, slack jawed. What the fuck? What the fuck? That… couldn’t be true. “Dude, um, I think you’re high on something. It’s making you say some wild shit. Maybe you should sit down?”

“No, I don’t want to!” Steve actually whined, like a petulant child. “Besides, I’m not high. I got injected with Russian truth serum. So, I’m just being truthful.”

Russian truth serum? Okay, yeah, Steve was having a bad trip. The best thing for Eddie to do was get him some water, make him sit down, possibly find him a ride home? Because, yeah, he was high. But it also looked like he’d been in a fight. So, Eddie probably needed to do something. That became difficult when Steve took another step closer, practically pressing his body against Eddies. Which, in any other scenario, Eddie would be completely on board for.

“Uh, Steve, you’re not in your right mind.”

“I’ll be in your right mind.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

Steve jutted out his lower lip, giving him a full-on pout. “Eddie.”

Fuck, right, okay. Steve saying his name like that was definitely doing it for him. Eddie wondered what other ways he could make him whimper his name… No, shit, fuck. Not the time!

“Steve, come on. Why don’t we get you some water?”

“No.”

Eddie sighed. “Why not?”

“Because right now you’re looking at me and you never look at me and that makes me sad because I want you to look at me. And if we move, you’ll never look at me again.”

He rolled his eyes. “Oh my god, okay, that’s dramatic.”

Steve’s whole face fell. Somehow, he managed to give him perfect puppy eyes even with a busted face. “Why don’t you think I’m pretty?”

Eddie’s stomach swooped. Alright, well. Here goes nothing. “Steve, I do think you’re pretty, okay? I hate that I think you’re pretty, because you’re a spoiled little rich kid jock and I should hate you, but you’re literally so pretty that all my common sense seems to be thrown out the window when it comes to you. So, I promise, if you just drink some water and sit down, I’ll still look at you.”

Everything about Steve’s demeanor changed, as he suddenly straightened and lit up like a damn Christmas tree. “Really? Oh man, Robin is totally going to have to put a tally on the ‘You Rule’ board!”

As if summoned by Steve’s words, Robin Buckley stumbled around the corner at that moment. Eddie breathed out a sigh of relief. Thank God, someone else that could take a very drugged up and affectionate Steve off his hands. But wait, no. No, because Robin was also stumbling and had the same glassy look to her eyes. Well, fuck. This wasn’t good. As soon as her eyes fell on Steve and Eddie pressed against the wall, she squealed and clasped her hands.

“Oh my god, Steeeeve!” she cried, racing forward. “Did you tell him? Did you tell Eddie about your big gay crush?”

Heat flooded Eddie’s face. Because while Robin was apparently high as well, what were the chances they were both having the same delusion? Which meant… which meant it maybe wasn’t a delusion. Eddie closed his eyes. He wasn’t equipped to deal with any of this right now.

Steve whipped his head around to look at Robin when she collided with the wall, but didn’t move from where he was pressing against Eddie.

“Robin!” he cried, looking ecstatic to see his coworker. “Yeah, I told Eddie! And guess what? He thinks I’m pretty too!”

She gasped and clapped her hands. “Oh my god, yay! Oh, oh, can I be your guy’s flower girl at the wedding? Or your man of honor? Maid of honor? Lesbian of honor.”

Eddie’s head was spinning. “Lesbian of—what?! Hey, both of you, chill out! What did you guys take?”

“I told you,” Steve said, as if Eddie were being purposely obtuse. “Russian truth serum.”

“Yep!” Robin chimed in. “They stuck that shit right in our necks. Oh my god! Steve, what if this gives us superpowers!”

Steve gasped. “Oh my god, we can be like Eleven! That would be so cool. I hope I get super strength.”

“I hope I get invisibility. Then I can sneak right past those Russians.”

They both burst into laughter, as if that were the most hilarious thing they’d ever heard. Eddie was completely lost. He doubted they had actually been drugged by Russians, but something was clearly going on. Besides Steve’s beaten face, Robin had several bruises blooming on her arms and legs. While playing nurse had not been on his Friday night wish list, Eddie was fully prepared to handle this. But before he could encourage them to follow him out to his van, Robin slapped a hand over her mouth.

“Oh man, I’m gonna be sick.”

Steve also stopped laughing all at once, his complexion going a bit green. “Shit. Me too.”

Without any other warning, Steve stepped away. The sudden air between them felt too cold, which made Eddie realize how warm Steve had been, pressed against him. Robin bolted away and down the hall, likely to find a toilet, and Steve was only a few steps behind her. But before he rounded the corner, he turned back and flashed Eddie one last grin.

“Bye Eddie, love you!”

All Eddie could do was stare as Steve disappeared. His brain felt like it had taken the same beating as Steve’s face. There was no way any of that had just happened. He glanced down at his cigarette, just to make sure he hadn’t accidently smoked a blunt laced with something heavier. Nope, just a cigarette. Steve had actually admitted to thinking Eddie was hot. Robin Buckley insinuated they were getting married. And also came out to him? What the fuck was he even supposed to do with all that? He considering going after them, but before he could movie, he heard the distinct sound of a crowd of people moving toward him. The movie must have let out, which meant Gareth would be looking for him. Which was the whole reason he was here. Right. Steve Harrington didn’t need him looking out for him. He was a big boy. A very big boy, if he’d gathered anything from having the other boys body pressed against his.

“Eddie?”

He whipped his head around, hoping he didn’t look too guilty to Gareth, who stood a few feet away. “Oh, uh, hey man.”

His friend gave him a strange look. “You ready to go?”

Eddie spared one last glance in the direction Steve had gone. Yeah, he really needed some alone time to process what had just happened. He stubbed out his cigarette on the ash tray against the wall.

“Yeah, man, totally. Let’s get out of here.”

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #steve x eddie #eddie munson #Eddie and Steve #stranger things #I'm probably going to write a part two to this on AO3 #I want Eddie to see Steve at a later time and freak out #I just think it would be fun

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 5 months

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Steve sniffled as he cleaned off Eddie's gravestone once again. The town had been saved, the crack closed, and somehow Vecna had been defeated. No one really knew what happened. Only that a mysterious figure with wings had saved their asses. El was still trying to find them, but they were hiding themselves pretty well. Hopper believed he slunk back into the Upside Down before it closed, but no one else believed that, especially Dustin. He didn't say it outloud, but he knew the kid believed that it had somehow been Eddie. Steve didn't want to discourage him or get his hopes up. He didn't know what to do.

All he could do now was to keep cleaning Eddie's headstone. Edward Munson: Now At Peace. Yeah, right. People keep spray painting "burn in hell" across the headstone. He didn't deserve this. . . Even in death, they were still fucking with him. Steve let out a strangled yell and threw the rag.

"It's not fucking fair!" Steve snapped.

Steve breathed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose. He stared at the headstone and did some breathing exercises to help calm him down. Now would be the perfect time to tell him everything, at least, Robin said it would help.

"I never got to really know you, man," Steve said. "And I really wish that I did, though. I wish I could see you play that guitar even at the Hideout. . .to see you up on that stage. I kind of wanted to see you graduate, too. I would have loved to see you give Higgins the finger. I always hated that guy. Fucking asshole. I would have loved to see you DM up on your throne. I'm not sure I would be able to play, I honestly would have gotten distracted. I wish I knew more than that, though. Like, what's your favorite song? Your favorite movie? Your favorite color, man? I don't know. . .anything. I wish you were here to tell me. I just wish. . ."

He stood there for a moment as though he were expecting an answer. Steve sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He went to reach for the rag, but someone beat him to it. A man with a hat over his head and sunglasses on his face was kneeling in front of Eddie's grave. Steve had no clue who it was.

"Let me help, son," the man said in a deep southern accent.

Steve had been spending enough time with Wayne and Dustin to realize that this man sounded an awful lot like Wayne with his accent. He knew it wasn't Wayne, though, because this man was too young and he knew that Wayne was working.

"You didn't do this, did you?" Steve asked.

"I just want to help, boy," the man said. "A handsome man like Eddie Munson doesn't deserve this. Although, I guess you could say he is hot as hell."

"That's a weird thing to say about a dead guy," Steve said, scrunching up his nose. "Did you know him?"

"You could say that. You could also say that I knew him a little too well," he said. "I kind of overheard your speech there, son. I can answer some of those questions for you, ya know?"

"I - would like that," Steve said softly as he grabbed the extra rag and knelt down to clean up the headstone.

"Well, most people would think differently about his favorite song. He loved the song Rolling Stone by Muddy Waters. His mama would teach him how to dance to that song. Sometimes, she would place him on her feet. He loves red, but he also loves the color blue," the man said. "He loves Conan the Barbarian. He used to sneak into the theater with his best friend, Ronnie."

"Ronnie?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, she was the first friend he ever made, and she was never more than his best friend despite him making an embarrassing move on her," he chuckled.

"That sounds familiar," Steve laughed. "He told you all this?"

"In a way," he said. "Ronnie showed him the way into leading lost sheep. His uncle gave him the kick in the ass he needed into not giving a fuck what other people thought of him. He still had some learning to do. He was kind of queer in the head, though, despite all of that."

"What? Who cares what he was into?" Steve scoffed. "Are you seriously judging him on that? I'm queer in the head myself."

"Wait, hold on, son. I ain't judging him for that, and you do know that queer also means weird, right?" The man asked.

"Yeah. . .I mean, I forgot," Steve stuttered.

"Should I just forget that you came out to a complete stranger, son? Doesn't matter, I didn't have a problem with Eddie being like that," he said, and then he dropped the accent. "I can't believe you did that!"

He dropped the hat and the sunglasses, slapping his knees as he stood up. Steve gaped up at him. His hair was cut short, but he would recognize those dimples anywhere. He was grinning wildly down at Steve.

"Eddie?!" Steve choked and he stood up.

"Hey, Stevie," Eddie said.

It was the first time he had called him that, and it made his stomach flutter. His brain tried so hard to comprehend that it was Eddie, but he looked so drastically different without his hair that he couldn't really focus. He noticed that he was also wearing a hoodie and a polo that looked awfully familiar.

"Hey, that's my polo," Steve said.

"Yeah, I broke into your house," Eddie said. "I wanted to look the least like myself."

"Why?" Steve asked.

"So, that people won't try to murder me, Steven," Eddie said.

"No, I mean, I get that. Why the deception?" He asked.

"Hi, I'm Eddie Munson. I like to be dramatic," he said, and he held out his hand. "Go ahead, take it."

Steve wrapped his hand around Eddie's like he was shaking his hand. His skin was cool to the touch, and Steve couldn't help but stare at it.

"You're real," he whispered.

"Very," he grinned.

"Why is your hand so cold?" Steve asked.

"I'm vampire now so. . . ," Eddie said, shaking his head from side to side.

"You were the mysterious figure that destroyed Vecna," Steve said in realization.

"He tried to make me his little bitch. Wanted me to do all his dirty work and kill of you," Eddie scoffed and rolled his eyes. "No thanks. I can't even clean my room when my uncle asks, and I love the man. Do you think I'm going to kill people I care about for someone I hate? Yeah, no."

"You saved us. You saved this town despite the fact that they hate you for no goddamn reason," Steve said.

"Well, my dad conned half the town, so yeah," Eddie shrugged, and then his eyes lit up. "Oh, I saved Higgins! You should have seen the egg on his face. He does know I'm alive, but he probably feels guilty about blackmailing me into dropping out in '84 now."

"He did what?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, crazy story. I should tell you all about it over dinner," Eddie said.

"That was smooth," Steve smirked.

Eddie ran his hand over the vest Steve was wearing and smirked.

"My vest looks good on top of a polo," Eddie said and paused, looking at him softly. "I'm not going to waste my chance this time. Hey, Steve?"

Suddenly, Steve was brought back to the Upside Down, and Eddie had looked at him with meaningful eyes before they parted ways. The memory was soon gone.

"Yeah?"

Eddie grabbed him by the vest and pulled him in, crashing their lips together. Eddie wrapped his arms around Steve’s neck, pulling him in closer as he deepened the kiss as Steve gripped his hips. Eddie broke the kiss, allowing Steve to breathe.

"We're kissing over your grave," Steve said.

"Better than walking over it," Eddie cackled.

Steve suddenly began pushing him backward until Eddie's back hit the tree that was next to his grave. He pressed his body up against Eddie's and covered his mouth with his own. He really should care that he was making out in a cemetery, but all he was aware of was Eddie. Eddie's mouth against his, Eddie's tongue making its way back in, and Eddie's hands quickly pulling his polo out of his pants so his hands could press themselves against his skin. All that mattered was how alive Eddie was and how much Steve could feel it. It was like all the lights were turning on inside of him, and it was Eddie that was flipping them on. Steve quickly broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against his, breathing heavily.

"We better stop before we do something else in cemetery that we're not supposed to," Steve said.

"Probably a good idea," Eddie said. "I think we just gave a granny quite a shock."

Steve looked over his shoulder and saw an older woman standing a few yards away, looking appalled.

"My God. She's literally clutching her pearls," Steve said.

"What do you think it is? That we're two men or that we're making out in a graveyard?" Eddie asked.

"Young man, my hearing is just fine! I don't care if you two have dicks! I mind that you two are fooling around in the place where the dead sleep!" She scowled.

Eddie and Steve looked at her in shock for a moment.

"I was not expecting her to say that," Steve said with wide eyes.

"Who would?" Eddie asked and glanced at the old woman. "Alright, time to adopt a grandmother."

"No, Eddie, we have to tell everyone you're alive, especially Wayne and Dustin," Steve said.

"Right. . .Dustin. Shit, I died in front of him. I know this is a stupid question, but how is he?" Eddie winced.

"Devestated but also hopeful that the mysterious figure who saved us all was you," Steve said and took Eddie's hand. "Let's get you home."

They laced their fingers together and walked out of the cemetery, apologizing to the granny as they left. They didn't care if anyone saw them, but after the town nearly went apocalyptic, how could anything else matter? The only thing that mattered was that they were both very much alive.

#stranger things #stranger things s4 #eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson lives #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #bisexual steve harrington #bisexual eddie munson #bi4bi #stranger things fanfiction #rueleigh writes #vampire!eddie #vampire!eddie munson

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blushweddinggowns · 1 year

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Part 2 to this!

Eddie had never considered himself to be a lucky person. Could anyone really blame him? For one thing, he was eaten alive last year. And that wasn’t even counting the fact that he had been a twenty-year old, drug-dealing highschooler before he was sent to literal hell. All after witnessing multiple horrifying homicides.

But now that he had Steve Harrington on top of him, shoving his tongue down his throat like his life depended on it, he felt like the luckiest man in the world.

Part of him still couldn’t believe that it was happening at all. He had been fully prepared to just play the part of the pining best friend and suffer through his unrequited crush. He even convinced himself that it would slowly disappear after he got off the high of seeing Steve all bloody and gorgeous in an alternate reality.

But it didn’t. It just got worse and worse. Eddie’s crush just bloomed into a full-blown love. Because Steve Harrington was nothing like he expected. Eddie had never experienced this much whiplash when getting to know someone before. Steve went from highschool bully, to a monster fighting badass, and landed on an adorable, snarky goofball who Eddie basically wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

It had felt like such a long shot when he asked the question. The question that had been haunting him for months, but Eddie couldn’t help but ask. Not after everything he’d seen. At first he thought it was all in his head, just his overactive imagination trying to convince him he wasn’t alone in his feelings.

But then he started noticing things. Like how Steve was always available to him, even when he had better options open. It was around the third time he witnessed Steve tell a pretty girl, “Sorry, I have plans tonight,” for him to raise a brow. Because the only plans he ever had was doing stupid shit with him.

It was when he actually rejected Nancy in favor of getting high and listening to music in Eddie’s room that he got optimistically suspicious. It made him pay more attention, the little voice inside his head was getting louder and louder, that told him, maybe, just maybe, Eddie wasn’t the only one in love here.

So Eddie let himself get a little bolder, terrified all the while but determined to figure out what was going on here.

It was small things at first, touches that he would let linger. A hand on Steve’s waist when they puttered around the kitchen together, always giving him a little squeeze before he let go. Brushing his bangs out of his face, his hand curling around his ear before pulling away. Resting his head in Steve’s lap when they were sprawled out on the couch, talking about nothing and everything for hours.

He didn’t miss the way Steve’s cheeks would redden at every touch, or the sweet little smile put on when he thought Eddie wasn’t looking. It made him feel emboldened, and terribly hopeful.

So he let himself do more, obvious things that were not normal between two male platonic best friends. He waited until night, because despite what Steve said Eddie was not a brave man. At least then if Steve rejected the hell out of him, he’d never have to see his face.

In theory it should have been easy. They shared a bed almost every night anyway, Eddie always making easy excuses to explain away why Steve didn’t need to go home.

It was too late, it was cold outside, the trailer was closer to his work anyway, he could still be high from a hit he took two hours ago, Eddie wasn’t above a single excuse. And Steve never complained, he’d just nod along, agreeing to whatever stupid thing Eddie could think of for the night.

They slept back to back, trying to hold onto some semblance of normal between them. And Eddie would be lying if he said the thought of breaking it didn’t scare the hell out of him, but that didn’t stop him from draping an arm over Steve’s waist one night. He had pulled him against his chest, heart on the verge of exploding as he waited for Steve’s reaction.

He hadn’t expected him to turn over in his arms, and Eddie had been almost sure that he was doing it to ask him what the fuck he was doing. But Steve just sighed, all relaxed and happy as he snuggled into his chest, wrapping his own arm around Eddie’s waist. They woke up tangled together, happy and restful.

They never talked about it, but every night when Eddie opened up his arms, Steve went right into them. And God did Eddie love it, he loved him. And the idea that there was any chance he could be with him and he wasn’t taking it, was killing him. So he took a shot, and asked the question that had been plaguing him for months.

And it fucking worked. Here he was, vindicated and rewarded with the most handsome, funny, kind boyfriend to ever live. In all honesty, not that much changed between them, considering how they were basically dating back when they considered themselves “friends”. But now there was the added bonus of being able to kiss the living hell out of him whenever he wanted. And the fact that Steve had apparently been holding out on him, because overnight he became the clingest cuddler Eddie had ever had the pleasure of knowing.

Whether that be hugs from behind, arms draped around his neck in bed, or Steve clambering up into Eddie’s lap whenever the opprunintuity arose. And it was so fucking cute it made Eddie feel like he could die from happiness. And when he returned the favor, Steve would just melt. A hand on his thigh while they drove, an arm around his waist at friendly get togethers, any small touch was enough to make Steve a blushing, gooey mess.

The whole thing was amazing and Eddie had never been happier.

There was just one problem.

For the life of him, Eddie couldn’t stop making him cry.

The first time, he understood. It had been a bit of a dick move on his end, to force Steve to admit his feelings because Eddie was too chicken-shit to do it himself. He should have thought about that and he'd apologized more than once for the way he handled the whole thing, even if Steve insisted it was more than fine. He just…never wanted to be the cause of that sad, dejected face ever again.

But then he did it again, completely accidentally. It had been a lazy Sunday morning, the both of them deciding to sleep in until someone from the outside world forced them out of bed. Eddie woke up first, blinking into the late morning light. Steve was draped across his chest, still sound asleep and only slightly drooling on him.

Eddie ran a hand through his tousled hair, completely lovestruck. The small movement was enough to have Steve shift against him, mumbling about it being too early to wake up. But Eddie was already trailing his hands down his back, more than ready to tickle him awake if need be. And it worked, it always worked, because the next thing he knew Steve was batting his hands away, a tired laugh escaping as he finally opened his eyes.

He groaned as he blinked into the light, pouting up at Eddie as he rubbed his eyes, “You’re lucky you’re pretty Munson. Or I would have kicked you out of bed by now.”

Eddie grinned, wrapping his arms around him a little tighter, “You’d kick me out of my own bed? That’s cold Stevie.”

“My bed now. A consequence of being with me,” Steve laughed, snuggling closer, “It’s in the contract.”

The snarky comment on his tongue died the second Eddie looked down at him. Steve just looked so…relaxed. Unfairly handsome and happy to be there, tracing patterns along Eddie’s bare chest. He was struck with the realization that he wanted this for the rest of his life. Just Steve, with his bed-head and sleepy smile. Eddie had to look away, staring up at the ceiling as he was suddenly overwhelemed by just how much he loved this guy.

The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them, embarrassingly earnest, “I think you’re the love of my life.”

Steve was quiet, but he could feel him nodding along as he traced Eddie’s collarbone. For a second, Eddie thought he just hadn’t heard him, and was doing that thing when he pretended like he did. He was a few seconds away from teasingly calling him out for it when he heard it. A soft sniffle, accompanied by a wet feeling, dripping onto him.

Eddie glanced down, eyes widening at the sight of Steve wiping his tears away, trying and failing to be quiet about it.

Eddie sat up, slightly panicked as he dragged Steve up with him, “Steve? Baby, what’s wrong? Was it what I said?”

Steve let out a wet laugh, “Not at all. I-fuck, Eddie I think you’re mine too. I swear this hasn’t happened before.”

Eddie was too worried to show how ecstatic that confession made him feel. He held Steve’s face in his hands, wiping away a few tears with his thumbs, “But you’re okay?”

“I’m fine, I swear.” Steve sighed, leaning into the touch, “I’m just being a fucking weirdo.”

“My weirdo.” Eddie corrected before kissing him, the salty taste of his tears be damned. Eddie reasoned that he was probably just overwhelmed, which was normal, considering how Eddie was speedrunning the pace of their relationship. It was a fluke, and that was fine.

But then it happened again.

It had been a completely normal day, no fights with anyone, no problems at the video store or with any of Eddie’s clients. They were watching a movie on the couch, Eddie’s head resting in Steve’s lap as Fame rolled on in the background. Steve was braiding his hair, absentminded as they commented on the muscial, both agreeing that Robin had really oversold it.

Though Eddie was a sucker for the New York based movies. He used to dream about running away there when he was a teenager. Working and playing in dingy bars until he was magically discovered and skyrockerted into stardom. But now, at the ripe old age of twenty one, he was much more interested in going wherever Steve would follow.

He watched the screen, mind wandering as he asked, “Where would you want to go when we leave Hawkins?”

The hands in his hair paused for a split second before Steve answered, “W-what do you mean?”

“When the kids graduate,” Eddie continued, missing the stutter in Steve’s voice, “We won’t really have any reason to stay here right? It’s probably about time that Wayne got the bachelor pad back anyway.”

“You…you want to live with me?”

Eddie let out a small laugh, rolling his eyes, “Babe, I don’t know if you’re aware but we kind of already live together.”

He watched the screen, someone whose name he forgot was starting another monolouge, “New York is a bit much, but Indianapolis could probably work. Somewhere with some options, y’know?”

Steve cleared his throat above him, fingers still working in his hair, “Y-yeah. Sounds good.”

Eddie smiled, pleased as he went back to trying to follow the plot. Then he felt something wet hit his cheek. He scrunched his nose up, confused as he shifted to look up at Steve, heart jumping when he realized what was happening.

“Holy shit, don’t look at me for a minute.” Steve groaned, covering his face with his hands, failing to hide his sniveling, “Seriously, just ignore me.”

Eddie sat up, ignoring Steve’s protests as he pried his hands from his face, “What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing!” Steve insisted, avoiding Eddie’s eyes, “I swear, I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me.”

“Sweetheart, if moving in together is too much to talk about that’s fine-”

“No!” Steve interrupted, voice loud in the small space between them, “I-I mean, that’s not the problem. Of course I want to live with you.”

“I don’t want to pressure you-”

“You’re not,” Steve insisted, grabbing Eddie's hands. He squeezed them, warm and comforting, “Whatever is wrong with me has nothing to do with you, or us. I swear.”

Eddie nodded, even if the worry didn’t fully leave his head. He couldn’t help it, because it just kept happening. Eddie was averaging on making Steve tear up at least once a month and everytime he would insist he was fine. That it wasn’t Eddie’s fault, he was just being a freak.

It’s not like Eddie minded. In fact he kind of liked comforting him. And it didn’t help that Steve was fucking adorable when he cried. With his scrunched up nose and pretty wet eyes, Eddie was more than happy to be the one to kiss his tears away.

He just wished he could figure out why it was happening, because despite what Steve said, he knew that he was the cause. It only happened when they were alone together, usually right after Eddie said or did something particularly mushy. He just wanted to know what he was doing wrong.

It was starting to keep him up at night, and as embarrassing as it was, Eddie was having anxiety nightmares about Steve leaving him for someone who wasn’t making him weep on a semi-regular basis.

Eddie blinked into the night, waking up from another one of those stupid dreams. He blindly reached over for Steve, his hand hitting the empty mattress with a thud. Eddie groaned, assuming he was in the bathroom, but knowing there was no way he was getting back to sleep without having him next to him.

Eddie stood, deciding to get some water while he waited for him to come back. He stepped out of his room into the dark hall, cocking his head at the odd scene in front of him. The phone cord was stretched from the kitchen to the bathroom, peeking out through the half cracked door.

Eddie stopped infront of it, curious as he made out what Steve was whispering through the phone, "Robin, if I cry in front of him one more time I'm going to have to change my name and flee the country."

Eddie snorted behind his hand, quiet enough to not be heard. He leaned in a little closer, fully aware that he should just turn around and not be an eavesdropping dick, but…if he could just find out why Steve kept crying, maybe he could actually do something to stop it.

"I'm not telling him. I'm lucky I haven't scared him off yet as it is."

Eddie frowned, confused. That didn’t make sense, there was nothing Steve could do to scare him off, not after everything they had been through. Didn’t he know that?

Steve sighed into the phone, sad and resigned, "I just…I don’t know how much more I can fall in love with him. When he ends it…it's going to fucking kill me."

Eddie could feel his heart stop in his chest. Where the hell did that come from? Sometimes Eddie spent half of his day just day-dreaming about their future, and here Steve was, thinking that he was going to end the best thing that ever happened to him?

"I know, I know. Maybe you're right. I love you too, I'll see you tomorrow."

Eddie backed away from the door, still feeling vaguely ill at what he’d heard. He slipped into bed, pretending to still be asleep when Steve eventually followed. He was back in bed for maybe five seconds before Eddie was reaching for him, tucking him tightly into his arms, like he could cuddle the doubts out of him.

Eddie could barely sleep that night, mind-racing on what he could do to make Steve realize that he wasn’t going anywhere. It made sense, in the grand scheme of things. Steve’s parents were total shit heads who had no appreciation for the wonderful son they had. The only other person he’d fallen in love with besides Eddie ended up cheating on him, right after drunkenly declaring the fact that she never loved him back.

And that wasn’t even mentioning his “best friends” who dropped him the second he decided to stop acting like a dick in highschool. Now that he was thinking about it, Eddie was kicking himself for not putting the pieces together sooner.

Of course Steve would be worried about that. But Eddie wasn’t like them, he’d never be like them. In his head, the only way this relationship was ending was if Steve dumped him, not the other way around.

If Eddie was extra clingy that morning, Steve didn’t complain. Even if he was making it a bitch for him to get ready for work. Eddie was still draped all over him by the time he was trying to get out the door, laughing at his antics all the while.

“Someone’s needy today, huh?” Steve chuckled, prying Eddie’s arms away from his neck, “I’ll be back before you know it.”

“That’s not soon enough,” Eddie whined, going as far as to follow him to the car. He kissed him goodbye through the window, not giving a single shit who saw them. Not when it made Steve blush and beam at him. He waved at him as he drove away, a plan already forming in his head as he started his day.

If Steve had fears, Eddie would just love them right out of him. No reason to make a big deal out of anything, not when Steve was already so embarrassed about the whole thing. He would play it cool, and slowly but surely alleviate all of the anxieties.

That was the plan, but the plan went straight out the window that same night. Basically the second he laid eyes on him after stepping through the front door. Steve wasn’t even doing anything. Just sitting on the couch, lazily watching TV. But then he noticed him, gave him that bright smile, and the floodgates just opened.

“I love you.” Eddie blurted out, making his way towards him, “Like I really fucking love you.”

Steve cocked his head, confused but still happy to see him. He shuffled over for Eddie to sit next to him, “I love you too?”

Eddie shook his head, “I mean I love everything about you Steve. Everything.”

Steve stared at him, surprise still painted on his face, but Eddie just kept going, aware on some level, that he probably sounded slightly unhinged, but he didn’t care. He needed Steve to understand, “I love how much you care about everyone. I love how you take care of me, and how you let me take care of you. I love how your hair sticks up in every direction in the morning, and how you get pouty whenever you wake up. I love it when you’re bitchy and you make fun of my music. I love it when you get too excited and scream at the TV over basketball. I love the little blush you get whenever I call you pretty. I love all of it, and I want it for the rest of my life. ”

Steve laughed, quiet and nervous as he looked away, ‘What the hell are you even talking about?”

But Eddie wasn’t having that. He grasped his face, tilting his chin up to force them eye to eye. The tears were already starting to form, but Eddie wasn’t worried. He knew what they meant this time, “I’m talking about how you’re the only person I’ll ever want. I’m talking about how I want a life with you Steve. You and no one else.”

The tears were really falling now, and Steve was looking at him like he ripped his heart out, versus perfusing his undying love, “You…you shouldn’t say shit like that Eddie. You don’t know how things will change later on.”

Eddie shook his head, steadfast, “I’ll never not want you. I’m serious Steve. You’re it for me.”

They stared at eachother, Steve searching his face as Eddie kissed his tear-stained cheeks, “I want to believe you.”

“It’s okay that you don’t yet,” Eddie murmured, “I’ll just spend the rest of my life proving it to you.”

Steve let out a weak laugh, pulling away from his hands to hide his face into the crook of Eddie’s neck, his self-proclaimed safe space, “You promise?”

Eddie kissed the top of his head, “I swear.”

It didn’t happen overnight, but it did happen. Their days together became months, months became years. Eddie never went a day without reminding him how much he was loved, Steve stopped waiting for the day that Eddie was going to leave, and slowly but surely, the tears stopped with it.

It was ten years to that day, ten amazing years with the love of his life, when Eddie found him in their kitchen, making coffee and yawning while he absentmindely stared out the window, just as adorable at thirty-one as he was at twenty.

He wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, kissing at his neck with a pleased hum, “You believe me now?”

Steve sighed, sleepy and happy as he leaned back into him, “Yeah, I think I do.”

#steddie ficlet #steddie fic #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #you'll pry my insanely long posts out of my cold dead hands #This got so god damn long wholy shit #steddie brainrot #they got me in their jaws #stranger things #i swear anytime i do eddie pov it becomes a fucking novel #no shade to nancy sincerely #but it did done happen like that

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momotonescreaming · 1 year

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Stardew Valley inspired AU where Steve works some boring corporate job for his father and he's absolutely miserable. His father has high expectations for him that he can't ever seem to meet, his mother just fawns under her husband's harsh gaze, and no one at work likes him because he's the bosses son. Doesn't seem to matter that his father doesn't like him much either.

So when he gets a call from their family lawyer, saying his granddads old farm has left legal hell and is officially his, he's very tempted to drop everything and leave. Get out of the city, escape his family, get a fresh start. The only thing holding him back, is his best friend Robin who also lives in the city. She tells him off for letting her hold him back. She'll miss him horribly, but she knows that he wasn't happy working for his father. He just has to promise to send her postcards and letters and to call her as often as he can. As soon as he’s settled she is going to visit and that is a fact Steve, you better get used to it.

Steve puts in his notice at work, cancels the lease on his apartment, and starts packing his things. He buys a trailer to hitch to the back of his Beamer to pack up all his stuff, has a very tearful goodbye with Robin, and drives to the small town of Hawkins.

He spends most of his time that first month getting everything sorted. Gives the house a deep clean, moves in what he bought of his stuff, and figures out what he still needs to buy. Does a check of everything he needs to repair or replace on the farm. Spends a lot of time clearing rocks and overgrown bushes and weeds and trees off of his land. Reads some books and takes some online classes on farming. Is determined to actually make this work.

Eddie has lived in Hawkins since he moved in with his uncle. Always had dreams of moving to the big city and making it big with his band. But for now he's still in Hawkins, working at Thatcher Tire, living with his uncle, trying not to get sucked into small town gossip. It's hard not to though, not when one of the local high school kids starts a rumour you're a cult leader because you run a DnD club and he thinks his girlfriend is cheating on him. It fucking sucked, but Eddie managed to graduate from high school the third time round, and the rumour mill slowly moved on.

Now, all everyone can talk about is the city boy who moved into the old abandoned farm just down the way. Apparently he's very handsome, very single, and looks like he hasn't worked a day in his life. And sue Eddie, he's fucking curious.

The first time Eddie meets the elusive city boy is at the post office, some months after he moved to town. The guy asks for the time, and politely introduces himself as Steve, the guy who's doing up the old farm. And the Hawkins gossips are right - the guy is handsome as hell. Carefully styled swooping brown hair that looks impossibly soft. Tanned skin dotted with moles. A tidy polo shirt that should look dorky but instead just really suits the guy. Fitting tight across his chest and straining against his biceps. For a supposed city boy, the man is unreasonably ripped. Maybe he is meant to be a farmer.

And then once they meet, it’s like the universe is playing a trick on Eddie because he can’t stop bumping into the guy. He sees him jogging through the city and Steve waves at him with a wiggle of his fingers. He sees him hiking through the woods with his new farm dog in training trotting after him happily. They’re in the supermarket at the same time, and they make small talk about food and Steve jokes that his stove is so old it’s like he has to teach himself how to cook all over again. Eddie goes to Merrill’s farm to drop something off for Wayne, and Steve is there, sleeves rolled up, glistening and sweaty, doing odd jobs on for a little extra cash.

A navy blue truck rolls into Thatcher’s one day, sturdy, big, with a small dent in the side. Good kit. And lo and behold Steve steps out. Clad in his usual blue jeans and a tight polo, twirling his keys around his fingers. He asks if there’s room for them to take a look at it, give it a service, or does he need to book in later? And Eddie says he’s free. There’s a lot of other things he needs to do, cars out the back to check over, but Steve is here. And so Eddie take a look at the truck so he has an excuse to talk to Steve. Asks him questions if there’s anything wrong with it, does he need to check anything in particular? And they chat, and Eddie brings up the beemer. Mentions it off handedly — did Steve swap it out for a truck? Something more farm appropriate?

And Steve just tilts his head like a confused puppy. Eddie know’s he has a beemer? And before he can think about it too much, Eddie says of course he does — it’s not every day that a handsome city boy rolls into a town like this in a fancy car like that. And Steve raises an eyebrow. Handsome? he asks. Eddie curses at himself under his breath. He could have pulled the mechanic card, said he keeps an eye out at all the cars in Hawkins. But of course he lost his tongue in front of the pretty stranger. But Steve just says he’ll take the compliment and smiles at Eddie in a way he hadn’t before.

Before it was small town polite — making conversation at the gas station or a smile of acknowledgement. But this is different. This smile is more. And so Eddie blushes, and rolls himself under the truck to hide his blushing cheeks. He thinks he hears Steve chuckle, bit graciously follows when Eddie steers the conversation away from the face he finds him pretty and onto a safer topic — farm.

And Steve sounds so genuinely excited when he talks about it. He finds the physical work really satisfying, he’s looking forward to getting to the point where he can actually plant crops. Wants to get a chicken coop, see how that goes, before he moves onto livestock. He likes the early mornings on the farm where he can watch the sun rise over the fields. He feels himself there on the farm.

Eddie jokes that the early mornings sound awful, he’s a night owl through and through — but the sunrise sounds nice. Steve laughs and says that's fair, he had to start waking up early in high school for swim team practice and now it’s ingrained into him. Handy for the farm now, which is a plus. Eddie admits that he’s been to the farm before — feels weird not too now — that he hopped the fence when he was teen and wandered the fields and the woods, having a smoke and a poke around. Steve is cool about it. The place was abandoned, and he would have done the same when he was young. He’s not as uptight as he looks — he had some semi-wild teen years of his own.

They talk, Eddie looks at the car, and then before he knows it — he’s done. The truck is all good. Runs like a dream. It’s time for Steve to pay and leave. And they’re both loitering in the doorway to the office, and Eddie knows it’s because he’s actually starting to really like the guy. He’s passionate, and kind, and also kind of a bitch which was delightful to find out. He’s handsome as all hell and is a genuine fucking guy. And he doesn’t want him to leave.

He looks over at Steve. Steve, who bites his lip, pink and plump, before looking up at Eddie through his lashes. And sorry if this sounds dumb, but does Eddie want to come visit the farm? Have a look around when it’s not abandoned and overgrown?

Eddie feels his cheeks flush, sees the identical blush now gracing Steve’s cheeks, and says yes. It’s a date.

#this has been sitting in my drafts for like a month i want it done and posted #so here you go if someone wants to run with this please be my guest #Stranger Things #Stranger Things AU #Steddie #Steddie AU #Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #Stardew Valley AU #My Writing

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call-me-eds · 1 year

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Baby

Steve Harrington x Reader

Snapshots of your relationship with Steve through his most used nickname.

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“Hey, Baby!” a voice blurted out at you as you tried to flag down a taxi. Your body was tired, and your mind was far too clear to ignore it. All you wanted to do was get home and go to sleep; the promise of brunch with friends the next day all too alluring.

On most nights out you were hell-bent on making friends with anyone who looked your way. Tonight, after a long and painful work week, you didn’t have the patience to entertain anyone long enough to even buy you a drink, so you definitely didn’t have the mental capacity to talk to someone you yelled at you on the side of the road.

“He’s cute,” your friend smiled, not giving you much of a choice in ignoring the guy that called out for you. She grabbed your shoulders and turned you around so you were facing him.

The long-haired man was cute, but you were sure he was just yelling out the generic pet name to see who it stuck to. His attention was already turned back toward his clearly more mild-mannered friend, who was helping to keep him on his feet.

“How can I help you?” you asked with more bite in your voice than normal, the evening of drinking and dancing sucking up your already depleted energy.

“See, I told you, Harrington, all you have to do is put yourself out there.” You finally broke your gaze from the drunk embarrassment to really look at his friend, who was red enough for the both of them. He was holding much more of the weight of his buddy than the girl on the other side of him, barely taller than you and certainly skinnier.

‘Harrington’s’ arm was flexing impressively, and you couldn’t help but think that your friend meant he was the cute one of the bunch. Although cute didn’t really describe him. He was gorgeous.

“He belong to you?” you asked, although you assumed they wouldn’t have such a firm hold on someone they had just met.

“Unfortunately,” he nodded, barely even looking at you.

“What do you mean, unfortunately? I’m getting you the girl!” Your eyes widened in amusement, suddenly in a much more agreeable mood to be flirted with.

“Shut up, man,” the stranger sighed.

“Baby, he’s been talking about you all night, I couldn’t believe he was going to leave without making a move.” You laughed harder than you would have if you were sober, along with the girl they were with.

“Eddie!” he chastised. “I’m sorry, he’s clearly very drunk and does not have boundaries.”

“Oh, please, he’s like this when he’s sober,” the girl said.

“No, it’s working,” you shook your head, shocking them both. “You should thank him.”

“See,” Eddie beamed. He did not get the chance to receive gratitude from his friend, though, before throwing up all over your shoes.

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You found out later that the friend’s name was Steve. He didn’t have any siblings, his favorite color was blue, and he was even better-looking in the daylight. Now, at golden hour, while he’s laying on his side on a picnic blanket licking a drip of strawberry juice from his thumb, you can barely stand to look at him.

Steve had been your boyfriend for a total of two weeks. It was new, you were still trying to figure out how much affection to give him, so you settled for staring.

“Do I have something on my face?” he asked, teasing. His wickedly long eyelashes fluttered against his cheek as he sent you a wink, and your blush deepened. It did not take long to figure out that Steve loved to tease.

“The least you can do is get if off for me, Baby,” he grinned, lifting his arm to welcome you into his space. You gladly took the invitation and slid toward him, pressing your lips all over his cheeks, nose, and lips, making more of a mess.

“You’re beautiful,” you smiled. Steve got embarrassed when you tried to pay him compliments, even though he showered you with them. You could tell it was not just the newness of your relationship; you had seen him hype up Robin, the only friend of his you’d met so far that wasn’t on the brink of alcohol poisoning, to the point where she had enough confidence to tell a barista that actually, she was a fan of live music, and did she mention she was a friend of Dorothy?

To put it plainly, Steve was magic.

You were happy to bask in it, letting him take center stage so you could stand back and watch him be magnificent.

The nickname started as a joke; a cute reminder of how you’d been mushed into each other’s lives. Steve said he had to take the endearment for himself, otherwise Eddie would happily stick to using it instead of your name to get under his skin.

As your relationship grew you would flit between ‘honey’, ‘sweetheart', 'babe’, but Steve stuck to ‘baby’ like it was on your birth certificate. It became more than your name, it was a mantra, a bargaining chip, a threat, and a promise all rolled into two syllables. Coming from Steve, you were happy to take them all.

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The day had been all too overwhelming. The expectation of getting a promotion with a savings-insulating raise. The company-wide meeting where you watched it go to a man who did half of the work you did. The champagne toast to celebrate him. The disappointment.

You tried to muster up the energy to go on your planned date with Steve, but when he walked into your apartment and greeted you hello with a bouquet of flowers and a warm hug, everything flowed out of you.

He laughed initially when it seemed like you were trying to squeeze the air out of his lungs, but your strength didn’t fade, even though you were shaking.

“I didn’t get the promotion,” you cried. He knew this already, you called him from your desk to break the news while your coworkers were in the conference room.

“I know, Baby, I’m so sorry,” he sighed, rubbing your back. You didn’t have the chance to overthink the fact that this was the first time you had been so emotionally vulnerable in front of Steve. Sure, you’d sniffled at movies and whined to him when you were hit with a bad headache, but nothing like this.

The realization hit you like the stapler you imagined throwing at your boss’ head earlier that afternoon. This was too much, he would get freaked out. You were being dramatic, and he certainly didn’t want to see you like this when you were supposed to be wearing a pretty dress with your makeup done.

“I’m sorry, I was supposed to be ready by now,” you said, gracefully wiping your nose with the back of your hand. “Let me just wash my face.”

Steve grabbed your wrist as you tried to flee to the bathroom.

“Hey, are you kidding? We’re not going anywhere except the couch,” he pulled you back to him, putting his hand on the back of your head to almost force you into his chest. “Maybe the shower if you want.”

“Are you trying to tell me I smell?” you asked through sharp inhales, conceding and melting into him.

“No, I’m trying to tell you I want to see you naked,” he joked, succeeding in his attempt to coax a smile out of you. You stepped on his foot gently and he allowed himself a laugh, deciding you needed a little bit of light-heartedness.

“I’m really disappointed,” you sighed after a few minutes of silent swaying back and forth, your thoughts and Steve’s touch battling it out to see who would win in the battle of your mood.

“It sucks,” he agreed, and it felt even better than his arms. It did suck, and you were sad, and needed the space to have that recognized. “But, Baby, you’re so much better than that guy, they’ll regret their decision in a week and offer you the job. Probably even more money, too. Then you can take me out,” he said, so sure of it that you almost believed him. His faith in you was sky high, and having Steve Harrington tell you how great you are and pressing kisses into your neck did wonders for the ego.

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It felt silly to be this excited for Steve to come home after only being gone for a long weekend, but there were no payphones in the wilderness so he couldn’t exactly call you from the campsite. If you were at your place, you’d have a bit of time to prepare for his return with a phone call, but you were at Steve’s.

An increasing bug problem meant your building had to be fumigated, and you needed to get out for a few days. Steve disguised you staying at his place as a favor to him while he was gone, although you thought his two plants would be just fine without water for a few days.

It was odd to be there without him at first, but it was comfortable. He cleared a drawer for you a few weeks back, and you thought it might be nice to finally fill it while you were staying here.

Not a minute after you were done making sure any trace of you was cleaned up after, you heard his key in the lock.

“Honey, I’m home!” You didn’t have the resolve not to scamper to the door and meet him before he could even step into the kitchen. He caught you easily as you threw yourself at him and pulled you tightly against his chest.

“I missed you,” he sighed, warm breath igniting goosebumps on the skin of your neck. You nodded and attempted to breathe in his scent, despite being surrounded by it for the weekend, but were met with pine and dirt and nothing like the normal clean scent of your boy.

“Want to take a shower and I’ll order dinner?” you asked.

“What, you don’t like the rugged smell of the woods?” he asked, pulling away so you would have a clear view of his teasing, cocked eyebrow.

“No, it’s fine, just not you,” you said, smoothing down his windbreaker like you were getting creases out of a dress shirt. You sent him off with another kiss and fluttered around the kitchen, feeling like you were walking on air. Steve was intoxicating.

He came back to you after a longer shower than normal, taking the time to scrub underneath his fingernails no matter how badly he was itching to be by your side again.

“What’s this?” he asked, sliding the key that you left on the counter into his palm.

“I didn’t want to forget it on my key ring,” you explained, unboxing the chinese food that came to the door while Steve was in the shower. Your place was ready to be lived in as of yesterday, but you stayed until Steve was back.

“Hm,” Steve nodded, sitting at his counter and playing with the key in his hands. “Come here.” he extended his arm to you and you flew to it like a magnet, happy to snuggle into his side and give him all of the affection that had been building up over the last few days.

“Why don’t you hang on to it?” he said into your hairline. A shocked exhale on his neck gives him the wrong idea for just a second that you might not accept.

“Really?” you asked, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. His affirming nod was so slight, but your stare was so intense that if Steve moved just a millimeter you could clock it.

Tears were dangerously close to giving away just how much this meant to you, even though you knew Steve could tell. Still, you had to attempt to lighten the heavy but wonderful air around you.

“Giving me a key, letting me stay here,” you listed. “Be careful, you might give a girl the wrong idea,” you joked.

“What idea? That I love you?” he asked, sucking you right back into the beautiful reality he created and allowed you to live in. You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded, not trusting your brain to be able to form the correct words.

Steve tightened his grip on your waist, not able to portray his feelings any other way.

“Come on, Baby, you know how much I adore you. Of course I love you,” he said softly.

Maybe the loneliness of the woods had gotten to him, or he had been bitten by some sort of lovebug out there that scientists had yet to discover. Either way, you wouldn’t fight him on it.

“I love you, too.”

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The silence in the back of the cab was suffocating. Even the poor driver caught Steve’s bite when he simply asked if he had caught the Reds afternoon game. It was the last time anyone spoke until you and Steve were climbing out.

“Thank you.” It was more curt than you intended, but the man was spared from the true rage you were feeling. It increased with every passing moment, and you could have torn the door off of its hinges once Steve dropped the keys trying to unlock it.

You planned on going up to his apartment, getting the things you left there before leaving for the fateful dinner that sent you two into one of the smaller, but nastier, fights you had had, and going back to your own place.

It wasn’t anything serious that set you both off, but boy did neither one of you know how to pull a punch. It would have been easy to blame the comment he made about your makeup looking different, or that you always picked the same restaurant, but you went after his lack of planning being the reason for having no choice but to take the late reservation, and how he forgot to pick up your jacket from the dry cleaner so you were cold. It went past the point of return when he brought up your ex-boyfriend, and you sent out one last jab about his longest relationship barely lasting a year before you demanded the check and threw money to cover your dinner down on the table and waited outside for a cab. You barely got through a glass of wine, you wish you had driven.

In Steve’s apartment, now, usually filled with so much love, you were stomping around each other. You were collecting your toothbrush from the bathroom when, still in your heels, you took a small misstep over your own feet and Steve’s instincts grabbed your waist to steady you.

“Don’t touch me,” you snapped, pushing his hands off of you; he held them up like he was being arrested.

“Jesus, fine,” he muttered. You shoved the few outfits you had tried on earlier haphazardly into your bag, not taking the time to fold them. The thought of taking out the iron tomorrow curdled your blood even further.

Just like most other things tonight, Steve ruined your plan of a quiet escape (save a slam of his door) by blocking the doorway before you could leave his bedroom.

“What are you doing?” he sighed, clearly reaching the point of the argument where he just wanted to kiss and make up. He always got there before you, and instead of waiting insisted on reaching his hand out to drag you there.

“I’m going home. I don’t want to be here, and you don’t want me here,” you explained. Trying to push past him wasn’t too well thought out, but you braved the physical contact and scooted him out of your way.

“I never said I didn’t want you here,” he corrected, the smugness still in his voice that made you want to rip his vocal chords out. Your boyfriend had an incredible talent to be the nastiest girl you knew.

“Oh, my bad. Why would I have thought that when you’ve been so loving tonight?” you sneered.

And of all things, he chuckled. Your eyes nearly burst out of your head.

“Do you even know what you’re mad about? Baby, come on, this is so stupid,” he sighed. That was the last straw.

“You can’t do that!” He jumped a little at the screech in your voice. You hadn’t even expected the noise that came out of you, but the steam coming out of your ears softened the blow.

“What?” he asked, not daring to come closer to you now.

“Call me ‘baby’ and be charming to make me forgive you. It’s not fair.” The muscles twitching under his cheeks made it obvious that he was trying his damndest not to smile.

He didn’t like that you were angry, no, he just loved that you couldn’t stay mad at him. Steve thought that this is what a healthy relationship was. Annoying each other to the point of ending the night early wasn’t great, but that’s all it was: annoyance. If he couldn’t be suave enough to pull you out of it then he had no business being your boyfriend.

The words left your mouth and melted the tough exterior you were trying to maintain. Your shoulders dropped, crossed arms following. Your traitorous feet inched closer to the hunk in front of you, still in his dinner clothes.

“I’m sorry,” he pulled you into his arms once he thought you wouldn’t pull away and pressed his lips to the top of your head. “Please stay. Let me make it up to you, Baby.”

His whispered promises always had a talent of coming true.

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His sweat dripping on your collarbone sizzles off in a nanosecond. You’re both slick with it, with the friction between your bodies.

“Baby,” he gasps, neck slightly twitching as he tries to stave off what you’ve been trying to pull from him. You're shaking beneath him, yourself, grounded only by his dull fingernails digging into your calf.

There’s no need to respond, you just nod your head and wrap your arms around his neck, hoping to be smothered by him. Steve obliges just slightly, insisting on holding his own weight above you and only letting your chests mush together and his stomach rub against yours at the discretion of his hips.

The whine that comes from his throat sends a shiver up your spine. He’s so strong all of the time, seeing him let go and be completely inhibitionless drives you closer to the edge.

“Almost, Steve, almost,” you warn him, although he takes it as incentive.

You were generally in charge in the bedroom, and Steve was more than happy to be bossed around, but something was different this evening. Steve shifted his grip from your leg to your wrist, almost pinning you to the mattress and tacitly communicating that he didn’t want you to flip him over and ride him like a mechanical bull.

Change was good, it certainly felt good, so you just leaned into his movements and met his hips, forcing stray hairs missed by a razor to get acquainted with his moles that were for your eyes only. Well, yours and the fertility doctor you had been going to.

Once he was confident that you would stay beneath him, he moved his hand between your bodies, and started to massage you in the way only he had been able to do.

The euphoria he brought you drowned out all noise, so you weren’t sure what Steve called you, if anything, when he came. But he did stroke your hair and call you sweet things for long enough afterward that you were fine with whatever he said.

“I think that was the one,” you whispered.

“Yeah?” he grinned. “Think I put a baby in my Baby?”

“Ew, don’t say it like that,” you laughed, pushing his chest hard enough that in his tired state, he flopped from his side onto his back. You tossed a leg over him and rested your head on his chest for a nanosecond before he had you flipped like a pretzel, expertly shoving a pillow under your hips so they were elevated like he had every day for the last month.

“Maybe if you let me cuddle you my hormones will get the point,” you frowned, missing the hours of pillowtalk you were used to by now.

“Well, we need all the help we can get. So gravity it is,” he said, lying next to you again, so close but too far.

“Is that why you wouldn’t let me be on top?” you laughed, but he refused to be embarrassed.

“I’ve done, research, Baby! It’s for real,” he ensured, and you believed him with everything you had. So much so that you stared at the ceiling for over an hour until he was satisfied that if his swimmers were going to reach your eggs, they had enough time to get there.

It wasn’t too hard of an ask, though, with him by your side the entire time chatting through every sweet thought that came into his head.

In three months time, after a blood test and some crossed fingers and toes, he would start putting those plans into action, molding them to any desire you had for the perfect combination.

In three years, when you had a sibling for your baby boy on the way, when asked what his mother’s name was, he thought it was “Baby.”

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foreverindreamlandd · 2 years

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LOL OKAY this is just the first thing i thought of so no pressure if you don't like it but. we all know steve is the babysitter. but what about steve x actual babysitter!reader. like she's hired across hawkins for her sweetness/good reputation/skills with kids and maybe steve judges her at first for being a goody two shoes but she's actually cool. IDK HAHA UP TO YOU 💕

Babysitters Club

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

WC: 2.6k

A/n: Shut the FRONT DOOR this was the perfect prompt!!! Okay okay let's see what y'all think but holy crap thank you so much for this Rodrik <3 This is my first time writing for Steve and I'm surprisingly nervous but I love this boy so much and hope you enjoy :) Story takes place during episode 6 of season 4.

Warnings: Canon level violence, monsters, cursing Steve being the confused but protective mother figure we all know and love.

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Steve was pretty sure he was on the verge of a panic attack.

It seemed to always happen when the gang was all together.

Because when the gang was all together, it meant that there was a monster they had to take down.

He kept his hands placed firmly on his hips to prevent them from shaking as Dustin went on his tangent about his compass not working and the magnetic frequencies, saying something about there being yet another gate to the Upside Down.

Hadn’t they already closed all of them? How the hell could there be more?

Sometimes he really hated living in Hawkins. Though he was grateful for the friends he had made over the past few years who had helped him realize he could be more than some popular jock, he sometimes longed for a day when Skull Rock was just a hookup spot and not the rendezvous location to discuss how to take down a monster who was taking out teenagers left and right.

“I think…you’re asking me to go into Mordor,” Eddie said pensively, and Steve’s brows furrowed, anxiety replaced with confusion.

What the hell is a Mordor?

“Dustin!” a voice called out from behind and everyone whipped their heads around, Dustin letting out a small screech in fear. “Dustin? Where the hell are you!”

Wait, Steve knew that voice…

“Holy shit, Y/n?” Dustin exclaimed as you came into view.

You stood atop a fallen tree trunk, hands moving to your hips same as Steve’s, glaring at Dustin.

Steve stared at you, mouth open as if trying to form words. What the hell was the beloved Hawkins babysitter doing-

“What the hell are you doing here?” Dustin asked, taking the question from Steve’s mind.

“Yooo, Y/n!” Eddie shouted with a smile, running over to pull you into a tight bear hug. Wait, miss princess was friends with alleged cult leader Eddie Munson? What the hell was happening. Your hands moved from your hips to hug him back, and though you smiled back, Steve noticed that you were still a bit annoyed. “Man am I glad to see you.”

It was so strange seeing you with such a serious expression on your face. He had only ever seen you with this goodie two-shoes smile whenever you passed him in the hallway, one that made it seem like you couldn’t hurt a fly.

This look? The one you gave Dustin when Eddie pulled away? Steve had to fight the urge to take a step back from the threat that wasn’t even directed towards him.

“Do you have any idea how worried your mom is?” you went on, looking at Lucas, whose eyes went to the ground in shame. “Your mom, too, Sinclair! There’s been three attacks and you all just think it’s okay to be out and about without letting anyone know where you are?”

“How did you even find us?” Lucas asked.

You pulled out a walkie that matched theirs. “I’ve been on your frequency for hours. I finally heard correspondence between you and Eddie to meet you at Skull Rock and headed straight over.”

“Okay, wait a minute,” Steve cut in, hands in the air to dramatically stop all conversation. He looked at Dustin with a hurt expression. “How come she has a walkie and I don’t?”

Dustin just shrugged. “It was part of the agreement.”

You cut in, looking over at Steve. “Unsupervised trick-or-treating, trips to the mall, sneaking into R-rated movies through the back door of the ice cream shop-”

“You knew about that?” Steve asked, wide eyed.

You shrugged, giving him a knowing grin and he found himself totally captivated by the expression.

“I know everything, Steve Harrington. Anyways,” you turned your attention to the device. “They boys and I agreed that as long as they checked in, we could keep their solo trips a little secret. They get to have their fun, and I get paid to do nothing. But y’all broke the pact today and I had to snoop.”

Dustin sagged, shame painted across his features. “Sorry, Y/n.”

You walked over and rested a hand on his shoulder. “It’s fine, Henderson. Just let me take you, Sinclair, and Max home so that your parents can stop harassing me about where you are.”

He shook his head vehemently. “We can’t leave. We have to follow the compass!”

“We’re going to Mordor,” Eddie cut in, and you turned to him, confused.

Okay, good, Steve though. I’m not the only one who doesn’t understand that reference-

“I’m supposed to protect these kids, Ed, and you want me to take them into Mordor?”

…God dammit.

“Listen, Y/n/n,” Robin cut in. “This thing? Killing Hawkins students? It’s big. And it’s bad. The adults have no idea what the hell is going on.”

You smirked. “When do they ever?”

“You could come with us,” Lucas offered. “It's really dangerous, though.”

Your arms crossed in front of you, one brow raised as if you were intrigued.

“So you’re saying that whatever you’re doing might kill you?” The kids shrugged and you shook your head. “Is this something that I can talk you out of?” Their heads bobbed side to side and this time you nodded, uncrossing your arms and jumping off of the trunk onto the ground. “Alright, then. I’m in. Someone’s gotta keep you safe.”

Steve scoffed. “Hold on, hold on, hold on,” you looked over at him, expression slightly amused at his confusion. “You’re just going to let her join the gang? Like that?”

Dustin and Lucas exchanged glances. “She could actually be a huge help.”

You cocked your head to the side with a smug smile at Steve that caused a whole mess of emotions to weave together in his brain.

“Listen, Y/n,” he said, shaking his head, walking up to you. “We appreciate the sentiment and all, but I think this is a bit above babysitter pay grade. Besides, I’m the one around here that keeps the kids safe.”

Your eyes narrowed. “Is that a challenge, Harrington?”

“No,” he said, “It’s a get out of jail card. So that you can go home and not have to worry about this.”

You chuckled. “Listen, buddy, these are my kids, and my responsibility. You think I’m going to ruin my reputation and hourly rate by not making sure I get them home safe and sound? No way. I’m coming.”

“You should listen to her, Steve,” Dustin said as he approached the two of you, patting Steve on the back. “Y/n doesn’t take no for an answer. Besides, we’re wasting time arguing.” He lifted his compass and started moving. “Fill her in as we go!” he yelled to the group.

Steve watched Dustin walk away for a moment before returning his focus on your piercing stare, suddenly lost in the way they sparkled under a ray of sunlight peeking through the trees.

That moment was ruined as soon as your smug expression somehow turned even more smug.

“Let’s get going then, Harrington,” you said before turning on your heel and heading toward Nancy and Robin. Robin wrapped an arm around yours and leaned her head on your shoulder and he heard her sigh out a boy am I glad to see you.

Steve was stuck to his spot for a moment, still trying to understand what the fuck just happened. He turned when he noticed Eddie standing by his side, a look of admiration on his face.

“Who the hell is this girl? Isn’t she just a babysitter?” Steve asked.

Eddie giggled, shaking his head. “No way man. Y/n is the most badass chick to ever exist. You should see her when she plays DnD. Total savage.”

Steve had no concept of reality anymore.

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It was nightfall by the time you all reached Lover’s Lake.

Eddie’s face had gone paler than the moon shining above when he explained that this was where Patrick was killed, pointing out to the water.

“We gotta go out there,” you said, moving toward the closest boat. “Right where it happened, I imagine.”

“Okay now hold on,” Steve chided, blocking your path to the water with crossed arms. “Why don’t you stay on shore and take care of the kids? Since you claim you’re so good at it and everything.”

You smirked. “Have you ever considered taking up babysitting, Harrington? You’ve definitely nailed the protective mom vibe.”

He glared at you, biting the inside of his cheek to fight back a smile from breaking through his annoyed facade.

“I may not have any idea what is happening with Vecna or the Upside Down or whatever,” you went on, way too casually considering the circumstances, “But I did work as a camp counselor for three summers in a row, meaning I know how to navigate a water vessel and am CPR-certified, have lifeguard experience, I’m also a karate instructor-”

“Okay, well I was a lifeguard and am CPR-certified, too! And I’ve fought shit like this before!” He was stuck on the karate instructor part, though.

“Great! So maybe having two people who know what they’re doing in the water while we find a gate to Hell is a good thing?”

He couldn’t argue with that. Just simply deflated as he moved to help you push the small boat into the lake. Robin and Nancy hopped on while Eddie stayed with the kids.

You turned and pointed at them once you stepped into the boat. “If things go south, you run, okay? I got my walkie so go find a home base and we’ll catch up with you.”

Four heads nodded and you took a seat, moving to grab the paddles but Steve quickly took them first and started rowing.

You rolled your eyes.

A few minutes later, Nancy told Steve to stop. You all stood as you flashed the light over the compass, which was now spinning in circles.

“We’ve reached our destination,” you murmured, and Steve swore he finally heard a hint of fear in your voice.

He looked over the edge, pulling off his shirt.

“I’ll go check it out and let you know if I find something,” he said, grabbing a light.

“I’ll come with you,” you offered, moving to take off your jacket.

Steve turned to start what felt like his hundredth argument today, but paused as soon as he saw your face. Gone was any trace of annoyance or smugness. All he saw was concern, eyes wide and pleading. Like you didn’t want him to do this alone.

His gaze softened, and he gently touched your arm. “I’ll be okay. Your job is to keep the kids safe, right? You can’t do that while also swimming to the bottom of the lake.”

You bit your bottom lip. “But who’s going to keep you safe?”

Something in his heart bloomed and he gave you a small smile. “Okay, we’ll make a deal like you did with the boys, alright? If I’m not back in sixty seconds, you can come save me.”

You breathed out a small laugh. “Promise?”

He nodded. “Promise.”

With that, you took a step back, holding up your wrist to show him your watch. “Sixty seconds, Harrington.”

His brows jumped up and down as his grin turned cocky. “Better get moving, then.”

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It was the longest sixty-three seconds of your life.

As soon as your watch hit :50, you started pulling off your jacket, not wanting to waste any time.

When it hit a minute, you stood at the edge of the boat where Steve had just stood, looking over to the shore quickly to check on the kids one last time before you prepared to jump.

At 1:03, he emerged with a gasp, and you quickly crouched down to check if he was okay.

His arms wrapped over the boat, a big smile on his face that immediately calmed all of your anxieties.

“I found it,” he said, looking at you with pride.

You beamed, palm moving to his muscular forearm. “Good work, Harrington. Now can you please get back in here before you get hypothermia?” Your hand moved to extend toward his to help him up.

He chuckled, hand locking into yours as if it fit perfectly. “And you say I’ve nailed the protective mom vib-”

That was all he could get out before his head was ripped below the surface.

Whatever had him was so strong you nearly lost your grip on his hand, but you held on tight as your body collided with the edge of the boat, arm feeling like it was going to be ripped out of its socket.

“STEVE!” you shouted, trying desperately to pull him back up, but it was no use. You turned to Robin and Nancy. “Help me!”

They were by your side in seconds.

“Grab his arm!” you commanded, and when you felt their hands securely around his arm and wrist, you slowly let go. Luckily, it seemed like Steve hadn’t been pulled down further….yet.

“I’m going after him,” you said, scanning the boat for your flashlight. One in your hand, the light flashed over a hatchet in the corner and you grabbed it. “Hold onto him tight.” You didn’t wait to see them nod before jumping into the cold water.

You pointed the light at Steve’s terrified expression, his body trashing. His eyes met yours briefly before he looked down at his leg.

At the thick, alien looking tentacle wrapped around it.

You didn’t stop to think as you swam forward, moving the flashlight between your legs and holding onto Steve’s calf for support.

Then, with every ounce of strength, you swung.

The water lessened the level of impact your hatchet made against the tentacle, but when you pulled the weapon back you saw that you had made a decent cut into whatever monster this was.

Said monster let out a screech that you knew would haunt your nightmares for years to come.

Still, you kept going, bubbles erupting out of your mouth as you screamed with your second swing, pushing with all of your might with the hatchet.

Like an elastic, the tentacle broke apart with a snap and recoiled down to the surface.

Without hesitating, you moved the flashlight and hatchet under your left arm, then used your remaining strength to push Steve up by the feet to the surface. Your head was growing fuzzy from the lack of air, but you kept pushing until he was out of the water.

Seconds later, you were falling into the boat, the two of you sputtering and gasping for air.

You sat up quickly, eyes locking onto his.

“Are you okay?” you asked, wiping the hair out of his eyes.

He coughed a few times before nodding. Robin and Nancy worked on unwrapping the remaining tentacle from his leg and he hissed with pain.

You grabbed his hand and squeezed. “You’re alright, Steve. You’re safe now.”

Your brows furrowed when he started shaking his head, still trying to catch his breath.

Then, he started giggling, and your brows nearly melded together in confusion.

“I cannot believe you just jumped into monster-infested waters and hacked at an alien tentacle as if you’ve done this a million times before.”

Your face relaxed, and suddenly you found yourself laughing along with him at the ridiculousness of it all, hand still in his.

“What can I say, Steve?” you said once your laughter subsided. “I’m a really good babysitter.”

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Part 2

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hendersister · 11 months

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panic

summary: you and steve find jason and his friends outside your house, looking for dustin...

pairing: steve harrington x henderson!sister reader

title 🎵: panic by the smiths

It’s happening again. There’s been some mysterious deaths in Hawkins over the last couple of days. The police think that your little brother’s friend, Eddie Munson, is the murderer. But he’s not. In reality, the thing responsible for these deaths is an evil entity from the Upside Down named Vecna.

You can’t go to the police with the truth. Now that Hopper is gone, you have no allies left in the Hawkins Police Department. They would never believe you…so you, Steve, Dustin, Robin, Max, Nancy and Lucas have teamed up to stop Vecna yourselves.

While the others lay low and regroup at Nancy’s place, you and Steve go on a quick supply run to your house. You’re picking up extra walkie talkies, batteries, some snacks, and anything else that might be useful. Your mom is out at work during this time, which means that you’ll be able to get in and out quickly without raising any questions.

You and Steve take his car to your house. As Steve pulls up your driveway, you notice another car parked in your mom’s designated spot. You have no idea who that car belongs to.

“What the hell?” you raise your eyebrows.

Then you see Jason Carver banging loudly on the front door. His two jock friends, Patrick and Andy, are looking inside your home. They’re holding a wrench and a baseball bat. Your eyes widen. Whatever these guys are doing here, it can’t be good…

Steve parks his car alongside Jason’s and you both get out.

“HEY!” you shout to get the jocks’ attention.

You walk towards Jason to confront him. Steve stays by your side.

“What are you doing at my house?”

Jason puts his hands up in defense.

“Hey, Y/N. Relax! We’re not here to cause any trouble,” he smiles, putting on the charm offensive.

Steve nods to Patrick and Andy.

“Then why do they have weapons?” your boyfriend questions Jason.

“We’re looking for Eddie Munson-” Jason begins, before you cut him off.

“Well, you got the wrong house! He isn’t here,” you shake your head.

“I know that freak isn’t here,” Jason sighs, and then, “We heard your little brother Dustin was looking for him too. We just wanna talk to him… to see if he found Eddie.”

You shrug, trying your best not to react. You know where Eddie and Dustin are but you can’t let anything slip or they might get hurt.

“You just wanna talk?” you raise your eyebrows, suspicious.

“Yeah, a little friendly neighborhood chat,” Andy snickers.

You take a deep breath. You don’t trust these guys at all and you’re worried they will hurt Dustin. As Dustin’s big sister, you can’t let anything happen to him. You’re still trying to figure out how to respond when-

“We haven’t seen him,” Steve says in a low, serious voice.

You give Steve an appreciative look. He’s just as protective of your little brother as you are. That’s one of the many things you love about Steve.

“Y/N?” Jason nods to you.

“I don’t know where Dustin is,” you tell Jason.

Jason shakes his head. He’s not convinced. He believes you and Steve know more than what you’re letting on.

“Look, we’re not killers like Eddie! We just wanna find him and get him to admit his crime. Dustin could help us catch a murderer,” Jason tries, as he begins to slowly approach you.

You cross your arms against your chest, standing your ground. Steve keeps his eyes on Jason, making sure he doesn’t make a move against you.

“Dustin can’t help you. He barely knows Eddie. And I don’t know who told you that Dustin was looking for Eddie, but they were wrong,” you lie.

Jason looks you up and down and then takes another step towards you, standing uncomfortably close.

“You know where your brother is don’t you, Y/N? What do you have to hide?”

Your boyfriend suddenly steps in between you and Jason.

“You heard what she said. We don’t know where Dustin is. Now you need to leave,” Steve warns Jason.

“C’mon, Steve!” Jason shrugs, frustrated.

Steve shakes his head.

“Get out of here,” he coolly replies.

Jason and Steve stare each other down. You can cut the tension with a knife. After a super tense moment, Jason backs off.

“Let’s go,” he nods to the other jocks.

Jason, Andy and Patrick leave. You and Steve can hear them talk as they walk towards Jason’s car.

“So, now what?” Patrick asks.

“We keep looking. The town’s not that big. Only so many places these freaks can burrow,” Jason answers through gritted teeth.

Your eyes widen. You meet Steve’s gaze and exchange knowing looks. This could be trouble. You need to warn your little brother fast before something bad happens.

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