#see how I made Eddie sunshine but his nickname for Steve is sunshine

[steddieas-shegoes]

It’s not that Steve didn’t want a tattoo.

He’d wanted one for years. Just something to piss off his parents the way they pissed him off constantly.

Asking when he’d find a girlfriend (he wouldn’t, he’s gay), when he’d find a better job (he liked his job as a guidance counselor), when he’d move out of the tiny apartment he shared with that girl who couldn’t give them grandchildren (Robin gagged at the mere thought of any of that).

But Robin promised she’d go with him when he made this appointment a month ago and she’d just cancelled at the last minute. Something about a work emergency.

She didn’t have a work emergency. She worked at a Starbucks.

He knew what she was doing. It’s what she always did.

“I just wanna get you out of your shell! People should see the Steve that I see!”

Robin did get a different version of Steve, one that didn’t feel like he had to hide his surprisingly bubbly personality. His students got a calm, kind counselor. But everyone else?

They’d be lucky to get a smile during a conversation.

He wasn’t, like, an asshole.

He just had asshole tendencies.

Robin called him her Oscar The Grouch.

He allowed it because deep down, he knew it was true.

And now he was even MORE grumpy because he had to get this tattoo alone. In a place he’d almost certainly be the outcast in his glasses and business casual attire. With people judging him for not already having tattoos and piercings at the age of 27.

Robin owed him.

When he walked into the shop, he was surprised to hear classic rock instead of heavy metal. The front counter was covered in pictures of bands Steve didn’t know, tattoos he would never get, and signs that had enough vulgar words to fill up the swear jar he kept in the apartment for shits and giggles.

Nervous was an understatement.

A head popped around the corner, bright smile lighting up the face of a man who looked like he belonged here.

“Be right there!”

Steve didn’t bother to say anything because as soon as he started to respond, the head was gone.

He frowned, but figured the guy might be with another client and he was pretty sure they had rules about touching things with their gloves on. At least, he hoped they did.

He stared down at the picture on his phone.

It was small, simple. Something he wouldn’t even have to cover up at work.

One of his students drew it for him last year when he’d missed some work because of the flu. He’d only missed two days, but because he so rarely missed, his regulars were pretty worried about him.

His regulars being three students who sat with him during their lunch period to avoid bullies.

It was a sun, with beautiful yellows and oranges combining into a near perfect circle, small lines randomly jutting out and fading into nothing.

It was beautiful art.

And he was getting it permanently etched onto his body.

He loved his students, what could he say?

The head popped back around the corner, interrupting his thoughts again.

“Sorry for the wait. I had a customer on the phone. How can I help ya?”

“Steve Harrington. Here for a 6:00 appointment?”

The guy beamed at him, nodding along.

“Perfect! You said you already knew what you wanted?”

Steve held up his phone to show this still nameless guy the picture.

“You want the colors like that?”

“If you can.”

“If I can, he says! Of course I can! This is really nice. Did you make this?”

Steve snorted, but he wasn’t that amused. This guy was like a ball of energy and Steve was already exhausted.

“No. One of my students did.”

“Oh, are you a teacher?”

“Guidance counselor.”

“That’s cool! So you, like, make sure the youths of today are on the right path? Keep them interested in the right things?”

Steve blinked at this man.

“I guess, yeah. So can we uh, get started…”

“Oh shit! I always forget to introduce myself to the newbies. Eddie.” He held out his hand towards Steve to shake. Steve stared down at it for a moment, knowing his face was doing that judgy thing Robin always warned him about, but not being able to stop it. “Not a handshake guy?”

Steve cleared his throat, finally reaching his hand up to shake Eddie’s.

The rings on Eddie’s fingers were cold against his own, his grip was strong but not the type of string that made Steve uncomfortable.

Eddie was smiling at him. He never stopped smiling, this guy.

It was kind of…cute. Steve would never admit it to anyone, but the way Eddie just seemed genuinely happy was really doing it for him.

That was annoying.

When he finally remember to let go, Eddie was already turning around to grab a piece of paper from the shelf behind him.

“I’m just gonna have you send that to this email,” he pointed to the contact info on the piece of paper he’d grabbed. “And I’ll get it printed on transfer paper so we can get started.”

Steve nodded and sent the picture as requested.

He ignored the shaking of his hands. It wasn’t a big deal. It’s just a tattoo. Most adults have them. Robin had four. Eddie here seemed to have hundreds.

Eddie must have noticed his visible anxiety. He felt Eddie’s hand on his arm, squeezing gently.

“First tattoo?”

“Is it that obvious?”

“Nah. I’ve just done a lot of first tattoos.” Eddie pulled up the picture on his own phone while he spoke. “I promise it’ll be easier than you’re thinking.”

“I’m not worried about the pain.”

Eddie glanced up at him quickly, then back down at the phone in his hand.

“It’s just permanent, ya know?”

Eddie let out a laugh and held up both of his arms, fully covered in tattoos.

“I know. That’s what’s great. Nothing in life is permanent, but these are. Even when you’re long gone, these will still be on your body.”

Steve hadn’t thought about it like that.

Permanence was something he’d always struggled with. It’s why he was so standoffish according to the two therapists he’d tried talking to. His parents had never given him an idea of what someone staying around was like, his friendships all ended when he realized he wanted to be a better person than they were capable of being, and his only serious relationship ended when he was ready for marriage and she wasn’t.

He’d been through a lot of personal growth since then, most of it thanks to Robin and some experiences at the gay clubs she took him to, and now he felt better about who he was.

He just didn’t think anyone or anything would stick around.

Robin was proving she might, but only time would tell. Plenty of time for Steve to fuck it up.

“You can still back out, man. I won’t charge you the cancellation fee or anything.”

Oh, how nice. Eddie thought he was a wimp and wasn’t even gonna follow his own policy to let him back out.

That’s shameful. He was ashamed.

“Not backing out.”

He folded his arms in front of his chest, trying to tone down the glare he could feel on his own face.

Eddie threw his hands up as he waited for the printer to finish.

“Alright. Just letting you have an out.”

Eddie looked over the few copies he’d printed, all slightly different sizes, and then lined them up on the counter facing Steve.

“What size were you thinking? Where’s this going?”

Steve pointed to the middle one, barely an inch wide.

“I was thinking my wrist?”

Eddie smiled at him.

“Sounds good, sunshine.”

Oh. That was not good.

That little thing his stomach just did?

Nope. Not good at all.

Eddie walked around the counter and gestured for Steve to follow him around the corner.

Steve found himself in awe of the room he was walking into.

He’d never seen such variety in anything. Some of it resembled the front counter, but there was also a Bob Marley poster, a rainbow flag, a whole wall of funny bumper stickers, and graffiti along the ceiling.

It was certainly a lot for the eyes to take in.

Steve kind of loved it.

He even let out a smile.

He quickly hid it away again when he heard Eddie hit his hand against the chair.

“Got it all clean already for ya. Just take a seat and get comfy.” Eddie reached over grab some gloves from a shelf before he sat in front of Steve. “Gonna put this on you first. Make sure the placement is good. Then I’ll shave that area and get all my stuff ready to go. The tattoo itself probably won’t take more than an hour, and most of that will be shading these beautiful colors. Need anything before we get started? Water? Bathroom? Snack?”

Steve’s head was spinning.

Eddie’s energy was relentless, and he had a smile on his face the entire time.

Steve couldn’t help smiling back at him.

“I’m good. Thanks.”

Eddie nodded and started humming along to the song playing over the speakers.

He went through everything quickly, but still took his time explaining everything. Steve was kind of grateful he didn’t have to sit in silence; His brain wasn’t his friend when there was silence.

“Alright, sunshine. If you’re good, I’m good.”

Steve felt his face heat up, blush spreading from his cheeks to his neck.

“I’m good.”

And then he started.

It was sharp, the needles carving ink into his skin causing a new sensation up his entire arm. But it was also…good?

He’d expected it to be painful, maybe even go numb. He hadn’t expected the pain to feel like this.

He lost focus. Everything felt distant and blurry, but in a sleepy way, not in a pass out way. Steve felt himself smiling slightly, but didn’t have the energy to stop it.

He was watching Eddie work, but wasn’t really seeing anything beyond the way his fingers splayed his skin tight and the tattoo gun left ink behind.

His eyes closed at some point, but he wasn’t asleep, the faint buzz of the tattoo gun keeping him present enough to stay awake.

“Hey, sunshine. Doing alright?”

“Hm?”

He tried to focus in on Eddie’s face. Eddie was very close. He was holding his wrist.

Steve was still here.

“Need a break?”

“No. I’m good.”

Eddie chuckled. “I’d say so.”

He continued, and Steve let his mind wander again. It was nice to drift. He’d never felt this relaxed before, not even during the massage Robin got him for his birthday last year.

“Alright, sunshine. You’re done.”

Steve looked down at the tattoo now covering his wrist.

It was beautiful, even better than the picture.

He started to cry.

If he wasn’t so far gone, he’d probably be embarrassed or angry about it, but surely other people had cried after a tattoo before. Maybe Eddie would just ignore it.

“Oh, sweetheart. Do you not like it?”

“No. I love it.” Steve took a shaky breath, then another. “It’s beautiful. Thank you.”

Eddie was rubbing his back and smiling sadly down at him.

“I’m glad you love it. I just have to wrap it up and go over some care instructions, okay?”

“Okay.”

Steve was never this vulnerable, not even with Robin. He was pretty sure she’d only actually seen him cry once when a student moved away.

His whole thing was that he didn’t show emotions. His job required it to an extent, though he was always caring to his students, giving them smiles when they came in to make them feel welcome.

But here he was smiling and crying to a stranger over a tattoo.

“Sunshine?”

“Yeah?”

“Got you some water. I need you to look at me while I go over the instructions okay?”

“Okay.”

He felt himself coming back down to earth as he looked at Eddie, a soft smile making Steve focus in on his mouth.

“That’s good. Keep this wrapped for four hours at least and longer if you’ll be outside. When you take it off, make sure you wash it with antibacterial soap gently and then use moisturizing lotion, unscented is best. If you need some, I can give you some. Make sure to keep it moisturized over the next week. It’ll peel a little, that’s normal, but if you see anything that’s a lot of color falling out or something, come see me and I can fix it. No long exposure to direct sunlight for at least 4 weeks, and use sunscreen on it if you think you will be.” He took a breath and smirked. “Got it?”

“Um.”

He handed over a paper with a laugh.

“It’s all right here. I just needed you to come back down from space. Drink your water and relax for a minute. I’ll go get the card reader.”

Steve did as he was told, enjoying the way the ice cold water helped him focus back in on his surroundings.

With the focus came the grumpiness. He was crashing from his adrenaline high, and his first instinct was to pout.

He didn’t think he was visibly doing so until he heard Eddie snort from a few feet away.

“Welcome back. Sorry to burst your bubble. If I didn’t have another client in 20 minutes, I’d probably have let you stay there for a bit. Seems like you needed it.”

“I. What do you mean? I was just zoned out.”

Eddie froze where he was typing something into his phone.

“Have you never…? Oh. Jesus Christ. Okay. Well. I don’t.” He looked genuinely concerned about what to do. “Okay. I don’t feel comfortable letting you be alone yet. Do you have someone you live with or who can hang out for a bit?”

“My roommate had a work emergency or she’d be here.”

Steve’s arms were crossed again, but the pull of the wrap around his wrist reminded him of the dull ache he was still experiencing. It made him shiver, but he couldn’t explain why.

“Okay. Can you stick around for a bit? I’ve got an office with a couch in the back.”

“Are you gonna tell me why?”

“Ever heard of sub space?”

“Like…the kinky thing?”

Eddie facepalmed.

“Yeah. Like the kinky thing.”

“I mean, I’ve heard of it. Why?”

“You just spent the last hour in it.”

Steve was usually pretty good at keeping a pretty stoic face, but his jaw dropped.

“No I didn’t.”

“Sunshine, you were gone. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone that deep from a tattoo before.”

“If this is just a way to get me alone in your office or something…”

“Steve. I know you don’t know me, but I would never do that. If I wanted to get you alone, I’d just ask you.”

“I’m sure I’d say no.”

“Exactly. So you’ll stay so I can keep an eye on you?”

Steve shrugged. He didn’t have anything else to do and Robin wouldn’t be home for hours.

“I guess.”

Eddie’s eyes were practically glittering.

“Good. Go lay down, sunshine. I’ll bring you more water in a minute.”

So despite Steve having no idea what just happened, and barely any idea who Eddie even was beyond a talented tattoo artist, he made his way to the office and curled up on the couch.

Pout firmly in place because he was still Steve, after all.

Chapter 2 /  Chapter 3

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #ao3fic #tumblr drabbles #headcanon #my fic #tattoo artist eddie munson #first time tattoo Steve Harrington #grumpy Steve Harrington #sunshine Eddie Munson #grumpy sunshine trope #see how I made Eddie sunshine but his nickname for Steve is sunshine #see what I did there #if you want this to be like a whole THING let me know #because I kind of want it to be #accidental subspace Steve Harrington

[sweet-villain]

Just Listen~E.M ft S.H

Words: 6.6k

Author's Note : Lovely @eddiemunsons-missingnipple let me use her edits, credit to her for those <3

Anonymous asked:

Omg I didn't know the request are open again!!!! I was wondering could you write it were the reader is Steve's daughter and she's in college? She has a metal/rock band and Eddie goes and watches and is shocked by how talented she sings

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Your eyes scanned over the campus of the the college you were attending when the trunk of the trunk shut breaking your attention away. You heard a sigh coming from your head as he made his way over to you. Now, when you looked at your dad, no one expecting Steve Harrington to have a whole change in his looks. His arms were filled with tattoos, both sleeves done and on the back of his shoulder, he had your birthday with your footprints tattooed. He had one earring pierced and wore some eyeliner, not too heavy but just a little bit to pop his eyes out. He prefer to wear flannels more than anything with his sleeves rolled up and a black tank top underneath with a pair of black ripped jeans. It looks like he took a page out of Eddie Munson’s book. 

He put down your bags besides you. 

“ Do you have everything?” He asked placing his hands on his hips. You turned your head glancing at your father. 

“ Yes, dad” his bottom lips pouted out and his eyes grew glossy at the thought of his little girl going to college now. “ Dad” you whined. “ Don’t cry, don’t be weird” he gives you a look. 

“ I’m your dad, sunshine. I’m allowed to be weird” he says opening his arms. “ Give your dad a big hug, will you?” 

A small smile light up on your face and you walk over to him, wrapping arms around his waist as he wraps his arms around you. You never got used the fact that your dad didn’t look like this when he was younger. He wore polo shorts, no eyeliner and no thought of any tattoos whatsoever. You always thought his best friend, Eddie had a huge influence on him for his change. 

“ Hey Little Harrington!” You pulled away at the sound of your nickname, looking around for the source when your eyes landed on a pair of twins. Your face lights up when you pull away from your dad. Danny and Daisy Sinclair. The twins. Your best friends were making their way towards you with their parents behind them. 

“I’ve missed you” Daisy collided with you as she pulled you into her, while her twin sighed tapping his foot on the ground waiting for his chance knowing that Daisy always took the time to hug you. 

“ I’m here too, you know” Danny says. “ Oh Mr. Harrington, didn’t see you there” he softly laughs as he rubs the back of his neck. Steve waves him as he puts out his fist to bump it with Danny. 

Max and Lucas walk up, smiling seeing Daisy reunite with you. 

“ How was your trip?” The Sinclair’s went down to visit Lucas’s family, wanting the twins to spend time with their grandparents before they were off to college. 

“ It was good, long drive and we just got back yesterday “ Lucas says greeting Steve with a hug. Max waves her hand over to Steve never really getting to the point of hugging him. 

“ Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair” you greet them. 

“ You know you call us Max and Lucas” Max says. “ No need for that, we’re all like family here” she says. 

“ Are you ready for classes?” Steve asks Daisy as her eyes widen at the college in front of her. She turns her head confused on what was asked when Steve chuckles and repeats his question.

“ Oh defiantly! I do hope we have some free time to-“ you elbowed Daisy not wanting her to give away what you were going to do in your free time. Steve looks suspicious to her with his eyes going into slits. 

“ What?” Daisy throws you a look which your head shakes and wide eyes. You didn’t want your dad to know that you’ve been learning how to play guitar and singing from to time. It was kinda your own thing that you didn’t want your dad to be all about. He was into music, like Metallica and all but this, he didn’t need to know about it. Yet. 

“ Oh, right” Daisy nodded. “ We hope to have free time to play D&D” she quickly adds. 

You breath out a breath of relief. That was too close. 

“ D& D? Huh?” Lucas asks. “ back in the day-“ he was cut off by Danny groaning and throwing his head back. 

“ Yeah, we know dad. You used to play it with your friends and Eddie was your Dungeon Master” Danny rolled his eyes moving his hand in talking motions. 

“ Excuse you, Daniel but you don’t talk to your father like that. Apologies immediately” Max says, shaking her head at him. 

“ It’s okay” Lucas says. But Max puts a hand on his chest to stop him from talking. 

“ I’m sorry dad, that wasn’t right for me” Danny says. 

“ It’s alright, you’re forgiven” Lucas says. 

“ Ahhh! Guys!” The sweet voice yells out waving her hand, you turn your head and your smile spreads wide as Leah waves her arm above her head to catch your attention making her way with her dad, Will by her side.  But before she could come over Jacob scoops her in his arms to twirl.

“ Looks like the gang is coming together” Daisy says clapping her hands watching as Will reunites with Nancy and Jonathan. 

You glance over at your dad to see he’s been watching you.

“ What?” You mouthed to him and he shook his head that it was nothing. But you saw the look on his face. He’s getting emotional seeing that you were going off soon and he wouldn’t have the same feeling when you were home. 

“ Just won’t be the same without you at home” he says. 

“ You know you’ll be able to visit me and I’ll be coming down for the weekends?” He nods putting his hands in his front pockets of his pants. 

“ I know, sunshine” 

“ What are you all chit chatting about?” Steve turned his head seeing Rylie’s wide smiling matching the one her father always has as she gazed up at him. 

“ Good to see you too, Rylie” he pats her on her back when she throws her arms around him to pull him into a hug. Dustin and Suzie were behind her watching everyone reunite.

“ Where is Eddie?” Dustin asked. 

“ He had work” Steve says, rolling his eyes. “ Couldn’t even make it for one reunion” he adds. “ There will be more” Nancy says, looking at Steve. She didn’t like the fact that Steve whole image look has changed but she never said a. Word fearing she might lose the friendship with him. 

“ Hi” he greets her with a thin smile on his face. 

“ You know you didn’t have to pay attention to her, right?” You whispered to him, standing on your toes to whisper it into his ear. 

Your father looks down at you with his arms around you and pulls you into his side, kissing on top of your forehead. 

“ I’m going to miss you” he says, squeezing your shoulder. 

“ I’ll miss you too, dad” he pulls away to glance down at you. “ Call me if you need anything, I mean anything” he says. 

“ I will” his eyes are glossy as he can’t seem to let go that you were going away for college and the only time he wold see you is on the weekends. It just wasn’t enough time. 

“ Dad, stop” you playfully pushed him. “ I have all of them to look after me if anything” you point to your friends. “ You can trust them” he nods but doesn’t break eye contact from you.

“ I know sunshine. But you’re my little sunshine and no one messes with my little sunshine” 

“ Dad” you whined. He laughed, reaching over to pinch your cheeks. “ Look at you all grown up.” You swat his hand away, pushing him away playfully as he laughs. 

“ Alright, let the kids get going” Nancy says. She has greeted everyone else besides Steve and you. It became difficult when she found out that Steve got your mom pregnant and know he was a single dad to you. He’s been the best father to you, and there are times were he thought he should be better and you deserve better.

But you always reminded him how there were so many people in the world but he was the most single person, your dad to make you feel happy. He was your number one supporter. 

You picked up your bag to have your dad only question and list of the things you already packed to make sure you had them. Typical Steve Harrington. But he was your dad. 

“ I’ll see you this weekend” your dad nods placing a kiss on top of your head on more time and breathing in the scent of your hair which you found weird but it calmed him down therefore you never said anything. “ Okay, dad I have to go” he pulls away and lets you step back with Danny taking your stuff, helping you while Rylie takes your one hand while Daisy takes your other as the both of them run off with you towards the doors. 

Steve sighs sadly.

“ It’s only a few days and you’ll see her again” Dustin says.

“ That’s not helping, Henderson” Steve says. 

Dustin puts his hands up, “ Whatever you say punk dad” 

“ Hey! At least I’m cooler than you” Dustin raises his eyebrow. 

“ No one is cooler than I am” Dustin says. 

“ I have to go to work” Steve says. “ Don’t you have a job?” 

“ Off today, have a great day at work playing with ink and needles” Dustin shivers at the thought. 

Later that night when Steve came home from work having lots of clients today coming to get a tattoo down, he was beat sitting on the couch with his legs spread out as he turned on the tv to see what was good on there when the phone rang. It was besides him on the little table next to a lamp. His hand reached over grabbing it and putting it against his ear. 

“ Steve Harrington speaking” he says. 

“ Hi dad” he heard the sweet sound of your voice and straightened himself on the couch with a smile spreading across his face.

“ Hey there sunshine, how was your day? He asks. “ Enjoyed your classes?” You groaned at the thought of school. He laughed. 

“ Lets not talk about my boring classes, dad. You know college is school and that’s just a bore.” 

“ Well what if I wanted to hear all about it” 

“ No you don’t dad, you hated school too. As I recall from Auntie Robin, you also loved boobies a lot” 

“ What else did Auntie Robin have been telling you about?” He turn around to lay on the couch while he yawned. 

“ That you used to be such a dingus back in the day. You used to be a ladies man, and lost your charm until you met mom” He hummed, shaking his head. 

“ I’ll have to have a talk with her” he says. 

“ Do you miss mom?” You suddenly asked. Your mom when she found out she was pregnant with you, she was happy at first and then when you were born, she had a difficult time taking care of you even though your dad was helping out. It wasn’t enough for her. All she wanted to do was to go out, spend money and not have to come home to you. One day, she wrote a note to your dad telling him that she couldn’t do it and left. You were very young at the time and as you grew older, your dad told you she didn’t deserve you and he became both parent to you. 

Your dad was there for everything and you were his pride and joy. You brought him so much happiness and delight, that’s why he calls you sunshine. 

“ What brought this on?” He asks, sitting up knowing you were feeling sad by the sound of your voice. “ Is everything okay, sunshine?” 

“ Everything is okay, dad…. Just..” You sighed and he didn’t like that you were upset and he wasn’t there to comfort you. He usually would hold you in his arms, or make your favorite or the two of you would sit in silence and his presence brought you comfort. 

“ Just.. miss you..” You mumble out. 

“ Awe, sunshine. I miss you too” he says. 

“ Did you have a good day?” You wanted to change the subject and talk about anything else. “ I had a few clients today, one wanted a tattoo on his back that took me three hours to do.” 

“ Oh wow, did he likes the results?” 

“ He did, he booked another appointment with me next week for another one” Suddenly there was a knock on Steve’s door which caused Steve’s eyebrows to frown together in confusion. He wasn’t expecting anyone at this time of night. 

“ What is it, dad? You grew silent” 

“ Someone is at the door and I didn’t invite anyone” he says making his way to the door with the phone in his hands while he looks through the near window by the door to see it was Eddie standing on his porch with a six pack of beer.

“ It’s Eddie, sunshine” he says to you. 

“ Oh” you have never told your dad about this but whenever when Eddie was around, your stomach tied in knots and you became nervous, stuttering your words and barely holding eye contact. You knew how he looked like from the pictures your dad had shown you. But not in a million years you thought that you’d feel like this for your dad’s best friend. 

You heard on the other line of the phone as your dad greets him and Eddie questions who he is on the phone with. 

“ Sunshine” he says to him. Eddie’s face lights up at the mention of you and he asks for the phone. 

“ Eddie wants to talk to you, sunshine”

“ Put him on!” You excitingly asked causing your dad to chuckle. Your hear commotion before the phone was handing over to Eddie. He put the phone to his ear walking around the living room while Steve walked into the kitchen. 

“ Hi there, little Harrington” Eddie’s voice greets you. A smile grows on your face as you lay down in your bed, kicking your feet feeling like school girl talking to their crush. 

“ Hi there, Eddie” his own smile appears on his face. 

“ I’m sorry I missed sending you off to college, I can’t believe your getting older every time I get to see you” 

“ It’s okay, but you should of been there. The look on Nancy’s face and my dad’s awkward look was something” 

He chuckles and you swore you felt your heart beat race. 

“ Oh yeah? Must of been a party without me then” 

You laughed this time causing Eddie to smile wider than he already is feeling his cheeks hurting. 

“ How was work?” You questioned him. He felt really good about himself when you would ask him about his work, interested in what he does and what happens to him at work. He would tell you stories making you laugh. 

Eddie begins to tell you about what happened to him today, and how one lady pissed him off and he told her off telling her to come back tomorrow for her car when he finished it. You could listen to the sound of his voice all day if you could. 

“ Yeah, still talking to sunshine” Eddie asks. He’s talking to your dad again. 

“ Sunshine, your dad wants to talk to you now. I have to give him the phone otherwise he’ll chase me around the house like last time and I don’t have it in me today.” 

“ Someone is getting old” you chuckled. Eddie gasped putting a hand on his heart and even though you couldn’t see it, you knew he did that. He always did with his dramatics. 

“ I have you know, sunshine that I’m at the best shape of my life and I look great” 

“ Yeah, tell that to the grey hairs showing” he gasped again, scrunching up his nose.

“ Oh you’re going to get your ass handed to you when I see you” he says. 

“ Hi, sunshine. What did you say to Eddie? He’s throwing the pillows on the ground” your dad’s voice comes through the phone.

“ I told him he’s getting old” your dad laughs.

The door to your room opens and Daisy peeks her head in, “ We’re all getting something to eat. Are you coming?” She asks. 

You put a finger up telling her a moment. 

“ Hey, dad. I have to go. The others want to grab a bite to eat before bed. I’m going to join them” 

“ Okay, be safe. I love you, sunshine” 

“ Send her my love too!” You heard Eddie yell.

“ Eddie sends you his life” 

“ I heard him, sending mine back” 

“ She sends her back to you, Munson” your dad says. 

“ Great now he’s doing some dance” your dad sighs. “ The things I have to deal with while your away” 

“ Hey!” You heard Eddie shouts. 

“ I love you too, dad. Goodnight” your dad smiles turning around rolling his eyes at Eddie. 

“ Goodnight, sunshine” he says. You put the phone down turning to Daisy and running after her.

Classes have been a little hectic but every night before bed, your dad waited by the phone no matter how tired he was or how bad his way day went, he waited until your phone call that you told him goodnight. Without one, he didn’t sleep too well. The house felt so empty without you. Sometimes he’d walk into your room and sit on your bed looking around the room remembering the memories. Once or twice he’d cry into your room, wanting to call you but he didn’t want to disturb you if you had classes, was studying or you were with your friends. 

But truthfully you have been spending your free time with your friends and forming a band. Your father had no idea how musically inclined you were and how passionate you were about it. He was going to be shock of his life when you greet him with a guitar case in one of your hands. Daisy was playing bass, Rylie was on drums and Danny was on rhythm guitar and this has been a secret for some quite some time. It wasn’t until college that all have decided to want to become a band and hold this secret from their parents, especially your dad. 

You already had been writing song that you always wanted to add sound to it and when you told your friends about it, they were more than happy to help. Your dream was to make it big one day, to be on stage with your band and play sold out shows. But you were terrified to tell your dad this is what you wanted to do. You were too afraid that he’d judge you and you’d have a conflict with him resulting in losing him. 

It wasn’t until you were home for the weekends where Rylie’s parents dropped you off at him because your dad had an appointment that was too long and couldn’t not get you. Dustin had found out in the car on the way home that his daughter was playing the drums, forming a band with you and the others. Suzie sat in the passenger seat, shocked out of her life that he daughter wanted to be a rockstar one day. She had high hopes Rylie would go into computers or something along science related since Rylie loved working on computers too.

“ You’re father is in for a surprise” Dustin says looking at you through the review mirror. 

“ Did Eddie put you up to this?” He decided to ask. “ You know since he used to be in a band” He adds. You shook your head. 

“ Eddie doesn’t even know I wrote songs let along can sing” 

“ And she can really sing” Rylie points to you. “ She has such an amazing voice” she adds.

“ Thanks Riles” Rylie bumps shoulder with you and sends you a reassuring smile.

“ He’s going to call me with an ear load” Dustin mumbles. You frown looking out the window not really excited to get home for the first time in awhile. Your heart sank feeling if your dad didn’t like what you wanted to do, then you’d don’t know what to do. 

You hide the guitar underneath your bed for now, hiding it from your dad since he wasn’t home just yet. You were unpacking a few things when he pulled up to the car, you happen to look watching him race out of the car already having calling Dustin to make sure he picked you up and when he did find out that you were home, he raced to his car driving home. Here is was racing inside the house, and throwing the door open and storming up the stairs. 

The door to your bedroom opened and he stood there, his chest rising up and down and his eyes wide as he tried to catch his breathe. His eyes landed on you, sitting on the ground with your eyes looking up at him.

“ Well, what are you waiting for, sunshine?” He asked with his arms wide opened. Your smile grew wide and you gotten up from where you were sitting jumping into his arms as he caught you. He buried his nose into your hair, smelling your shampoo and hugging you tighter. 

You were home. 

You pulled away after a few mins and he let you down from his arms. 

“ Welcome home, sunshine” he say moving your hair away from your face. You never still could get used to the ink on your dad’s arms. They were filled with color and some of them he had, was the once you chose for him. He loved everyone one of them. 

“ It’s good to be home” 

“ What do you want for dinner? Do you want go out and eat or would you want me to cook?” 

“ Did you even go grocery shopping?” 

“ I did, thank you for asking” he says. “ Why don’t you-“ he was cut off when he noticed something sticking out from underneath your bed. You turned your gaze where he was looking at to see the guitar case was poking out. Your eyes grew wide in fear of him finding out.

“ It’s nothing” you side step out of his view but he walked around you to make his way further into your room. “ Dad, leave it” you mumble to him. He didn’t listen to you and reached down to grab with his hand feeling the handle as he pulled it out from underneath the bed. His eyes stared at it for awhile. 

“ When did you get this? How did you get this?” He asked. His fingers brushed over the guitar case as he opened it to see if it was real. His eyes grew wide when he saw the guitar staring back at him, looking new. 

“ Sunshine…” he didn’t hear you say anything when he looks up seeing the fear on your face and one of your hands were rubbing your arm up and down. 

“ I want to know why and when did you get this?” 

“ Awhile ago and I got it because…I’m in a band….” He leaned his head closer to hear you tell him that you were in a band, shocked what he was hearing. 

“ A band? Since when do you have time for that?” He asked, standing up. His hands on his hips while he turns to face you. 

“ Free time” you mumbled.  

“ Your in a band with who?” He softly asked. 

“ Ryle, and the twins” you picked up your head to glance at his reaction and it doesn’t look to be a happy one. 

“ Oh, I need to make some phone calls” he says walking out of your room and downstairs.

“ Dad, no. Don’t. Please” you tried to run after him. “ Rylie’s dad is okay with it” he turns around to face you and look up over at you where your standing. 

“ He’s okay with it, for god sakes. Henderson.” He sighs shaking his head.

“ Did Eddie put you up to this?” He points a finger over at you. “ if he bought you this guitar, if he even said something. I will-“ 

“ He didn’t dad, this was what I want” 

“ No” he shook his head. “ You’re not doing this” he says. 

“ That’s not your decision” 

“ You’re going to go to college, and you’re going to finish and get a degree. This music is nothing! I didn’t raise you like this!” He shouts. Your eyes grow wide hearing him shout for the first time in years. 

“ You’re my child, and I’m the one who’s paying for you to go to classes. To study. Not strum your fingers on a guitar with a band. Oh I’ll be calling the Henderson’s and Sinclairs” 

“ Screw you!” You shouted stomping your way to the door. 

“ Where are you going?” He asked following you to the door. 

“ Get back in the house” he says watching you throw open the door and storm out. He tries to say something else when you already walking down the path away from the house. He pinches the bridge of his nose and grips the door with his hand. He was going to give you time to cool off. You will be back. 

You don’t know how long you have been out walking but a car drives past you and stops, they back up to where you were walking and their window rolls down. 

“ Where you off too, sunshine?” The voice causes you to stop in your tracks and turn to face him. 

“ What are you doing here, Eddie?” He turns down the volume of his music and you notice the grease on his cheek. He must of been finished with work now and was driving home.

“ Finished work, sunshine” he says. “ Your turn” 

“ Just taking a walk” you shrugged. 

“ Does your dad know your out this late?” He asked. You remained silent with your lips in a thin line. Eddie hums and reaches over the passenger side, opening the door.

“ Get in, I’ll take you home” he says. 

“ Eddie, I’m fine” you mumble, crossing your arms over your chest as you shake your head. 

“ Get in, please. It’s cold and your house isn’t even near this area. I’m sure your dad is worried about you” 

You chuckled at that but got into his car, closing the door to face him. He had his hair pulled back into a messy bun. But it was super low and some strands of hair were falling out of it. Some of his hair was a little grey but it looked good on him and he had beard the needed shaping. His eyes had bags underneath tried from sleepless nights and working late. 

He had on overalls with a black tank top underneath with his arms covered in grease and sweat. The overall had some oil stains on it and one of the buttons on the overall were hanging on. He had pockets on them which you saw his handkerchief peeking out meaning he probably wore it on his head before taking it off at some point. 

Eddie has been driving while you were looking at him and he didn’t mind that you were looking at him. 

“ You look like you were lost in your head over there. Wanna talk about what’s bothering you?” He asked. 

“ No” you shook your head. You didn’t want to bring Eddie into this whole thing, he had enough on his plate. Plus sitting in the passenger side made you nervous. You had this thing for him that won’t go away and if your dad found out, then you’d never see Eddie again. 

“ It’s not good to keep it inside of you” Eddie makes a turn down the street to your house and he slows down. 

You sigh, “ I know but don’t worry about it.” 

He parks the car and looks over at you. 

“ I always worry about a pretty thing like you” he says, winking at you. You thought you were seeing things when he winked at you. Did he? You were to sure because you looked liked a deer in headlights staring at him. He laughed at your reaction, loving it. 

Eddie had his own thing for you and it was complicated because he didn’t want your dad to find out. If your dad found out, then he’d never see you again.

“ I’m just a phone call away, sunshine. Don’t be a stranger” 

“ Thank you for the ride” he nods, winking at you again while your cheeks heat up when you open the door and step out of the car. Your dad was sitting on the steps as he stared at you getting out of the car. 

Eddie drives away when your dad stands up to greet you but he’s quick to talk about something else. 

“ Is this what we’re doing? Walking away and turning to older men for help?” He asked. 

“ I was getting some air and Eddie drove me home after he saw me walking home” you tried to walk past your dad to go to your room when he stops you. 

“ You know I only want the best for you” 

“ I know” your back is to him because your still hurt about the way he reacted earlier. 

“ You’re growing up, going to college and now you want to pursue music as a career? Why didn’t you talk to me about this before?” 

“ Because I knew you’d react like this and you don’t understand, dad” 

“ What don’t I understand, sunshine?” 

You turn to face him, “ I found myself in music, dad. It helps me write the story I want to share with the world one day.” 

“ You really want to do this?” 

“ I do” you nod. 

He sighs, “ Come here” he opens his arms for you to step into. He brings you into his arms once you make your way to him and hugs you. You hug him back with worry in your mind that he’s still mad at you and will take your guitar away from you.

“ As long as you keep up with your classes, study and do good in school then you can do this” you removed your head away from his chest to look at him with happy wide eyes. 

“ Really?” He nods watching the happiness light up on your face.

“ Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you” you squeeze him while he chuckles. “ You’re the best dad ever.” 

After that night, your father became very supportive of how passionate you were about music. You’d even show him some of the lyrics you wrote down and when he watched you perform in the garage with the twins and Rylie, he was head banging his head and rocking out sitting on the couch that was there. 

In his eyes he never imagined something like this coming from you and here you were surprising him, making him proud. 

“ She’s in what?” Eddie asked, spitting out his coffee staring at Steve with his eyes wide open. Steve nodded his head, grabbing a candy from the tray in the office. He was visiting Eddie at work while Eddie was on his break. 

“ She’s in a band, she sings and plays guitar” 

Eddie was shocked to hear this. You have never brought up to him when he was around that you were interested in playing guitar. He still played guitar here and there, and here he was thinking he could of taught you how to play. He would have spend more time with you, showing you how to move your fingers on the guitar and explaining it to you. He wanted to see it for himself. 

“ I don’t believe you”  

“ They have a small gig in the bar across town, come to the show and see for yourself” 

“ I might” 

“ Everyone will be there” Steve adds. 

Eddie didn’t believe that you were a singer or the fact that you hide this secret so well from him, he was a little hurt too that you were hiding this from him. He had told you back in the day that he used to be in a band, Corroded Coffin and he used to sing and play guitar. He still does. But it’s not the same. 

“ I thought you really were the one who influenced her to start singing and playing the guitar” Steve says to him. 

Eddie shook his head, “ I’m surprised as you are.” 

“ You didn’t buy her the guitar?” Steve wanted to make sure. 

“ I didn’t, I’ve been working. You know this” Steve nods his head. 

When it was time to come to your gig with Steve, his eyes grew wide seeing you in a leather jacket, fishnets and big boots and he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you even when you laughed at something that Danny had said. 

His nose scrunched up seeing the way Danny’s arm was around you and his fist clenched by his side seeing you giggling. He couldn’t help what he was feeling as he stared. 

“ Quit staring at my kid, Munson” Steve says. 

“ I wasn’t staring” Eddie says, “ I was glaring at the way Danny had his arm around our sunshine” he motions to Danny’s arm. Steve looked towards where Eddie was pointed an hummed, he wasn’t happy either. 

“ Well, Well, Well if it isn’t the rockstars” Eddie greeted Rylie, you and the twins. 

“ Eddie!” They all shouted while you smiled over to him.

“ Good to see you, Eddie” Robin greeted him while Steve pointed a finger at her. “ I need to talk to you later, Robs” 

Robin looked around and pointed to herself like if he was really talking to her. 

“ What did I do?” She asked. 

“ Later” Steve says. 

“ When are you going on?” Your dad asks you. “ Oh shoot, we have to get on stage” you took the twins hands while Rylie shook her head with a sigh following you along.

“ Good luck, sunshine!” Your dad shouted while Eddie chuckled. 

“ What’s so funny, Munson?” 

“ You, it’s weird to see you like this looking like that” he pointed toward Steve outfit which was a black flannel and a black tank top with black pants and boots on his feet. Steve had quite a few chains on him, and he had a bit of eyeliner with a little eyeshadow added today. Not black. 

His earring was longer today and the tips of his hair had color in it. 

“ Oh shut up” Steve says. Your band was about to be announced and you took a deep breath in and out.

“ Would you relax? You look like your about to throw up” Rylie said. You glared at her while she looked at you confused until she connected the dots. 

“ Oh my god, no” she shook her head. “ No, no” 

“ What?” Danny asked. “ What’s going on?” Daisy asked. 

“ Our little Harrington has a thing for Eddie, don’t you?” 

Your eyebrows knitted as you shook your head. 

“ What? What are you talking about? That’s just crazy talk” 

“ You do!” Daisy shouted. 

“ Jeez, calm down” you motion with your hand for her to lower her voice. Your cheeks tinted red. 

“ She totally does” Danny says. “ You’re dad is going to have a heart attack” 

You smacked Danny in the chest. 

“ Shut up, we’re about to go on” 

When your band was announced you went out last to introduce yourself, then Danny, then Daisy and last introduce Rylie and talk about your band a bit.  Your eyes lock with your dad’s who threw you a thumbs up with a small nod. Your eyes dropped over to Eddie who winked at, rose his glass in his hands and you took a deep breath hearing the music start. 

You felt like you were on a cloud and drifting away when you leaned closer and sang. Your voice was soft and so magical that you had the crowd gasp. You can see your dad’s eyes gloss over in happiness and his hand come up to his mouth in shock hearing your voice. You held your guitar in your hands, strumming with the rest of the band to the song you were trying to sing out. You were trying to tell your story through the song you were performing with your band. 

The meaning behind held so many thing and one of them was the way you felt about Eddie. His eyes locked on you the whole time even when Steve whispered down to him how proud he was of you. 

Eddie’s eyes shined underneath the light as he listened to the lyrics and he was in awe of you. 

When you finished the song, you were hopping off the stage for a moment to get yourself together and have some water. 

“ I’m so proud of you” you hear your father’s voice from behind you. You turn to glance at him as he had tear streaming down his cheeks. “ You are such a light, my sunshine” 

“ I love you, dad”

He made his way over to you and pressed a kiss on your head. 

“ I love you too, sunshine. I believe your needed up on stage” he motions toward the stage. Your eyes grew wide hearing the next song starting and raced to the microphone locking eyes with Eddie once again as soon as you stood there, ready to sing. This time the lyrics spoke to Eddie like no other words did. This song made his heart race and he knew right there that you were talking about him. 

The song was based on hope, holding onto that hope and dreaming one day to next to the person you wanted most. 

He set his glass down on the table and moved through the crowd that he go up in front to hear it better and to look at you like you were the only thing that mattered to him. 

You can tell there is hope in his own eyes. There is light and there is happiness there too. For you. 

Your heart raced knowing these were the only looks the two of you could share for now. Since your dad was in the same building as you two. After your set was over, everyone thought you were amazing, you took some time to yourself away from everyone to let it sink that your father was proud of you, you sure your music with some people and one of the songs was about Eddie who listened. 

“ I thought I might find you here” you heard from behind you. You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. 

“ Here I am” you mumbled leaning against the wall with your back to it. 

“ You have such a beautiful voice, and don’t get me started on the guitar” he says making you laugh. “ And there is that sound too” he pointed out, meaning your laugh. 

“ What about it?” 

“ It’s my favorite sound” he says. Your breath hitches and eyes grow wide and you step up to the railing to put your hands on it to not have him look at you. You couldn’t face him like this. Not now. 

“ I heard you loud in clear” he is talking about the song that you performed. A warm hand lands on top of yours and you look down seeing seeing his ring clad hand there. 

“ The feeling is mutual, sunshine. But for now, it’s our little secret” he says, his lips brushing against your ear. His lips land on the softness of your cheek. 

“ Come find me later” he says, removing his hand away from on top of yours and heading inside. This was a dangerous game to play. But you were more than happy to play, even keep this secret from your dad and friends. 

There is excitement in you at the thought of being Eddie’s little secret and he was yours. 

You couldn’t wait to find him later. 

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saw your message! Here was my comment again! :)

1. May I be tagged for all your prompts? And 2. Can we see a Steddie fluff fic were Steve gets embarrassed by the amount of pet names Eddie calls him? Bonus if others start teasing him about them too such as Corroded Coffin, The Party, etc? Do it if you’re comfortable! :)

have a great whatever time of day!!!!!

ofc ofc! here you have it! this is my first request done, so if you have feedback, please tell me :)

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“Sweetheart, Let me just..” Steve is standing in the kitchen, planning on making cheese nachos for the Party, when Eddie decides he needs attention. He shimmies through the small passageway between the island and the cabinets, and stops walking when he’s next to Steve. “Hi Eds. Just making some food for you guys.” “Mhm.” Eddie sits on the counter, his thigh touching Steve’s arm. “You take good care of us, sunshine.” Steve’s face reddens. 

“Sunshine?” “Yeah.” Eddie has a huge grin plastered on his face, but Steve is too focussed on his tomatoes to notice. “Okay.” “You don’t like it, sweetheart?” “Sweetheart..” He chokes out, and the red has reached his ears now. “So you like it?” “Y-yeah, I do.” “Good, fair-haired boy.” Eddie hops off the counter, and before he joins the Party in the living room, he gives Steve’s ass a good squeeze. Steve is speechless.

“Coming through! Get your hands off of eachother!” Robin comes into the kitchen, her hand in front of her eyes. Eddie barks out a laugh, and pats her shoulder when they pass each other. “Steve. I just- Steve?” “Yeah?” His voice sounds high pitched, and he’s still bent over his cutting board. 

“What’s wrong?” Robin squeezes past just like Eddie just did, and decides to sit on the counter as well. Steve thinks that his two friends are more alike than they think. “Nothin’. Really nothing, it’s great, even.” “Yeah? Sure?” Robin nudges his arm with her knee, raising her brows. “Yeah. I’m sorry, can you just finish these for me?” He points at the tomatoes. “I just need to do something.” She nods, her brows still raised. “Thanks, Robs.”

“Sweetheart, what is it?” Eddie is sprawled out over the couch, and Steve immediately turns red again. The Party is looking at each other, Will at Mike with a confused look, El and Dustin with a knowing one. “Can you come real quick?” “Come for you? Of course Stevie!” “Shut up.” Eddie laughs, but follows him up to Steve’s room. Well, since Eddie’s trailer got ripped in two pieces, their room. 

The Party stares at them while they go up the stairs. “They’re gonna fuck, aren’t they?” Mike sighs. “Mike!” Lucas and Dustin shout at the same time. “What?” “You don’t just say that?!” Dustin screams. “I just did.” He shrugs. “Ok, little goblins, shut up!” Robin shouts from the kitchen.

“What’s wrong, honey?” Eddie’s sitting next to Steve on his bed, who has his hands covering his face. “That! Exactly that.” “What, love?” Eddie’s still smirking. He knows what he’s doing. “Just, the nicknames. I can’t-” “You don’t like ‘em, baby?” Eddie moves his hand from his lap to Steve’s. “Fuck.. I do, I really do, that’s kinda the problem.” “Mh?” Eddie’s hand moves to Steve’s back, rubbing, soothing. “You really want me to say it, huh?” He chuckles, and Eddie chuckles with him. “Yup.” 

“You calling me sunshine and love and baby, it turns me on more than it should, okay?” He runs his hand over his face. 

That is not the answer Eddie expected, and his hand comes to a stop on Steve’s back. “I thought you were gonna say it made you flustered.” “No, it turns me on. And it makes me flustered but I don’t think that’s the important bit.” Eddie chuckles, and Steve looks at him. “Sorry.” “No, it’s fine. I can see how that’s funny.” He chuckles as well, and before they know it, they’re laughing. “I’m so stupid..” “Hey fuck off, you’re not.” Eddie’s hand started moving again. 

“You’re just saying that, man.” “Hey, no, I’m not.” He’s taken Steve’s face in his hands now, cupping both cheeks. Steve doesn’t even have the time to register it. “You are by far one of the smartest people I know.” Steve huffs. “That's definitely not true. Dustin knows all about your little nerd game, and El is so good at English, and I’m just kinda here with all my concussions and barely successful courses.” Steve’s eyes begin to fill with tears, and he tries to blink them away. It isn’t working. “Hey fuck that, man. You can’t do shit about those concussions, and the so-called bad grades were ‘cause you were pushed into sports by your dad.” 

“I know that, but still. I’ve surrounded myself with people who know more than me, and.. Just.. I dunno. It’s shitty to be dumb sometimes.” Now it’s Eddie’s turn to huff. “Listen to me clearly, ‘cause I’m saying this just fucking once, you, Steve-whatever your middle name may be-Harrington, are not stupid. You are a darling, and you’re so pretty, and I really wanna kiss you, but you’re not stupid.”

“Wha-what?”

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, he said that out loud. Well, shit. No way back now. “I said you’re pretty. And I said I want to kiss you.” They stare at each other for a while, and then Steve opens his mouth. “Well fuck, you already have my face in your hands, do I have to do it for you, or will you do it now?” “The mean girl in you never stops, huh?” Eddie murmurs, bringing Steve's face even closer than it is. Steve closes the gap, and it’s a soft, sweet kiss.

“Nope..” He breathes, pushing Eddie down a little. Eddie’s not amazed by how good Steve can kiss, of course,he was King of Hawkins High, but he is amazed that he’s experiencing it. “Stevie.” He mutters, moving his hands from his back, down, until he’s groping his ass. Steve lets out a squeal, and Eddie laughs. "Eds, I like sunshine better.” “Okay then, sunshine.” He gets another kiss, a bit more urgent this time.

“Steve? Eddie? If I come in, will I see you on top of each other?” Robin's voice sounds through the door. “Fuck..” Steve gets off Eddie, and rakes his hand through his hair. “No.” The door opens, and Robin comes in. She takes one look at the both of them, and sighs. “What?” Steve’s confused. She leans on the side of the door, arms folded. 

“Fucking finally, you’ve figured it out. Happy for you, really, I am, but the goblins downstairs are not so patiently waiting for their campaign to start.” Eddie decides to ignore the first comment, and stress over the second. “Oh shit, yeah I’ll come down.” Robin turns around, walking away. “You better.”

When they’re alone again, Steve stretches out his hand. Eddie takes it. “What the fuck just happened?” He asks. “I think we kissed. And I think you grabbed my ass. Twice.” Eddie snorts. “Yeah sorry ‘bout that.” “Kinda liked it.” He shrugs. Eddie raises his brows, and chuckles again. “Okay, I have to do a campaign right now, but when we’re done, I’ll come upstairs, ‘kay? And we’ll.. We’ll finish what we started, ‘kay sunshine?” Steve’s still breathing heavily. He nods. “Yeah. Yeah, let's do that.” Eddie stands up, pulling Steve with him. “You coming, baby?” Steve smirks. “Come for you? of course Eds!” They laugh, and Eddie hits him with his pillow. “Seriously, Stevie?” He pulls him closer, and they kiss again. “Yeah. Seriously.”

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We'll Be Alright (aka The Steve Henderson AU) - | ~80k so far | Mature | ao3 link (to be added once posted)

Light of my life, the peanut butter to my jelly, my favorite project, and yet: no chapters officially posted. BUT you can find all the little snippets and rambles about it under the tag. i have a longer explanation of what it is and why its not posted here but basically i can promise you that there will 100% be content posted no matter what (so that entire word count, updated regularly, exists and will be shared eventually 💕)

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My Sunshine - | Steve Harrington & Claudia Henderson | 815 words | G | ao3 link | cw: referenced dysfunctional family and child neglect, mild blood

Steve isn't eight years old. And he definitely isn’t 8 years old. He's nineteen, too close to twenty, sitting in the doorway of a room that isn't his, in a house he didn’t grow up in, stopping himself from getting comfortable leaning back on a door frame despite the current strain in his back, because it would only hurt the wound there more.

Ficlet for the stwg prompt "Sunshine" that turned out better than I could have imagined! Quiet, serious, and emotional, it's definitely my favorite posted work so far!

I Can Only Hope Now (Claudia Henderson Drabble) - | Claudia Henderson; Steve & Dustin | 1269 words | G | ao3 link | cw: absent father, brief references to Steve’s absent parents

Claudia Edine Henderson never wanted to get married. Not really. But she wanted kids, so that meant either getting married or seeing if the daycare was hiring. Anthony Laurence Goldman wanted a family. She thought that meant the same thing, so they married. And it was good. They had a beautiful baby boy, Dustin Clarence Goldman, healthy save for a defect with his bones. No collarbones, and the high chance he’d need a little extra medical attention down the line, but he’d still be living long and happy, and she couldn’t ask for more. 

short and sweet ficlet for the stwg prompt "Claudia", because how could I refuse Claudia?? Sweet, relatively light, half-backstory with a cute and hopeful ending, it didn't take as many hours as My Sunshine, but I still love it!

Mr. Crayola Henderson - | Steve & Dustin | 1791 words | T | ao3 link | just swearing and super mild ableism? a side character is a little too pitying but shes also kinda just a general worrier

Steve went over to the media room and dug through the little bin of batteries under the phone, pulling out an opened pack that had just enough left. He took both aids off, changed the batteries, and put them back on to make sure they worked. He heard a strong thud from his bedroom, followed by muttering.

so far my silliest ficlet, using the prompt "Tell a story to stay out of trouble", set in an au where Steve is hoh from canon events and was adopted by the Hendersons! featuring brothers goofing off, cousins getting up to trouble, and the titular Mr. Crayola Henderson!

Since We're Alive Now - | Chrissy Cunningham and Eddie Munson | 5843 words | T | ao3 link (soon) | cw: referenced/implied self-image issues, swearing, brief references to physical injury, strong self criticism, and canon typical tone in some areas but with happy ending

summary and little spiel at the bottom coming eventually soon eventually

Never Again - | Nancy Wheeler and Steve Harrington (post s1 stancy) | ~3k | Explicit for a little on-screen sexual content | ao3 link | cw: implied past SA

Never Again (Mature) - | ao3 link |

Nancy is trying to have a good time with her boyfriend after their November from hell. It would be a lot easier if the last time they did this wasn't the same night her best friend died, but she needs the break to avoid those thoughts, even just for a night. Apparently, she doesn't get a choice.

My one and only Explicit fic for the foreseeable future because I really wasn't actually ready to write this one anyway. For anyone that doesn't want the sexual themes, the M version replaces the opening sex with barely a makeout, with everything else nearly identical! Also my first fic posted like ever! yay!

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Chicken Noodle Oops! - | G | Steve & Dustin | 126 words | ao3

Sweet and Spicy | G | Steddie | 384 words | ao3

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#im sorry i swear i change the look of this thing constantly fhalfhdjk #good news is fics and links are almost always up to date lol #as of right now works get posted on tumblr first and get cross-posted to ao3 sometimes with minor changes #often times changes get edited into the original tumblr post (though usually aren't more than phrasing format or grammar changes) #if i ever decide to change something major ill probably put a poll up to see what people would prefer i do to preserve the original #usually tho ive edited a ton before posting so my critical eye has already had its fun

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Brother Dearest Pt 45

Nausea came in hard and fast and a try to make tea for Norma had her slumped back in her chair at the table waiting to the sound of the water boiling. Something was wrong and the new phone line in the house came in handy as a way to get the Doc on notice of what was going on. “Almost done Jeanie.” You said readying the mug and bag of tea that you poured the warm water over so she wouldn’t scald herself. Some honey was added in a hope to calm her stomach and over to her. The smell however had her stomach lurch and you turned with hand extended to the trash bin that zapped over to float in front of her to catch the little she could get up. Over her back your hand smoothed and you said, “Just breathe, it’s okay. Just breathe.”

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled accepting the towel you zapped over to wipe her own mouth and catch your eye to the lower of the can. “You made me tea,” with shaking hands she accepted the mug and forced down a few sips.

Beside her you sat with eyes fixed on her in each of her calming breaths to the mental count back to when they guys would be coming home. Dawn was with her family and had taken the kids with her that just left the dogs and even Mr Whiskers who were showing hints that they were catching signals the birth would be coming soon. All attentive and crowded around while she finished her tea and you sent the mug to the sink and rose to help her to her feet. “Let’s get you to bed and off your feet.”

A splash around her feet once up had your eyes drop and in a sway from her your hands steadied her in her groan at the sway of the room. “I’m not doing this on purpose.”

That had you giggle and reply, “Jeanie, I would never peg you for a purposeful splasher in my lifetime. Just mean’s baby is getting ready to come, Ambrose spent about an hour mid labor with her head in the bin. Let’s get you to bed sweetheart.” Against you she leaned as her nerves amped up and right to her bed you went to lay over the rubber sheet she laid over the bed each day in hopes of meeting her child. Carefully you helped to ease off her stockings she refused to stop wearing and her garter belt after she had slipped out of her now wet shoes. As easily as possible you helped to change her into a more comfortable dress she’d picked for the birth for her to lay back in and focus on her breathing between sips of water you ensured she took to stay hydrated.

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Sight of the Doc’s car in the driveway however had the brothers’ hearts racing and once the truck was parked they both shot out of it not even closing the doors to the truck on their race inside. “Nora?!” Victor called out once through the front door you knew to warn the Doctor to leave propped open.

You came into the doorway with a sigh right into their wide eyed view and calmed them in saying, “Bout five centimeters. Just had to call the Doc she was nauseous for the past few hours, but he gave her something to help.”

Victor nodded and looked to the door that he passed by you hearing, “In bed, Vicy. I feel better now.” Right up against her side he curled with eyes on the Doctor who was explaining the simple powder he’d given her to drink in water you got her. His nerves eased with his hand smoothing over her stiffening belly that was shifting lower revealing signs that the baby was coming soon. Right off he could sense the only issue was the period of nausea that she’d scooted past. Though through the doorway however he caught your pause to rest your head against James’ chest for a melt into the hug he offered with hushed murmurs that he would take you to get something to eat to calm your own tilt to the room at the ordeal that had put off your lunch after a sliver of breakfast due to an accidental knock of your plate by Teddy off the table while Dawn was readying him to go that morning.

Gently he pressed his lips to your temple and with an arm across your back he led you from the door, “Let’s see what we have in the fridge hmm?”

The last of the fish was fixed up with some veggies for a meal you felt a bit guilty size wise that he fixed up to his setting it in front of you with a smile, “Eat up Darling. Been a hard morning. We’re off the rest of the week easy so Teddy can’t steal your meals from you.”

You sighed and said, “I don’t know why I’m so light weight these days.”

Down into the seat beside you he sat with hands on your leg and hand closest to him with eyes fixed on yours, “You are in no way a light weight. You need to eat and you need to sleep. Now eat up and get your strength up before Doc has to come and check on you when you pass out.”

A check of the progress had Victor sent out and had him curiously in search of you and on the empty seat beside you and asked, “Hard morning Pipsqueak?”

While your mouth was full James said, “Teddy knocked her breakfast off the table and lunch was put off.”

Victor softly murmured, “Pipsqueak,” still knowing about the lingering effects any amount of hunger had on your body only compounded by stress, of which you had plenty at the moment that had explained why the doors and drawers in the bathroom and kitchen he noticed had been open upon their return.

“I’m ok,” you said after swallowing. “I am.”

Victor, “Doc said her nausea was extreme and you got her through that, you kept her drinking and sucking on spoonfuls of honey and ice cubes. Thank you, now look at the kitchen.” Your head turned and your lips parted eyeing the open drawers and cabinets you eased shut again mentally then looked to him again, “You needed a break. Relax, Dawn’s off till tonight, Eddie too so I’m going to be in that room with you and Jimmy. Take a breather, pace on the patio, we got some time.”

The Doc however called him back and proved otherwise, merely enough to rinse off your dishes and take a moment in the sunlit patio where Mr Whiskers was stretched out in the warmth.

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“Hey, what did I say about the face?” You asked the infant lying halfway underneath your propped up shoulders and face that was curling it’s legs and hands to bump into your nose after another waking stretch. Twelve pushes in an awkward array of positions for little Leanora Iris Creed to be born was endured and now Norma and Victor slept after a long night up staring at their daughter who once she had her first meal slept soundly. Two parents so worried about her safety had worried themselves to needing to sleep. The bald little girl with almost shimmering hazel eyes stared up at you with grunts and coos galore in a try to say something to you. Lowly however a chuckle from the returned James with tray of food in hand he had gone to fetch came to take over staring duty for the girl soon to be cradled to his chest lovingly so he could cuddle closer to you. “Come here Petal. Just wait and when you’re grown your auntie Bunny will teach you some serious tips on dishing out bruises.”

“Petal?” You asked with a wide smile at the now smiling man who inched even closer to your side with hands fixed to cradle his niece.

“Vic always wanted a Petal. We’re slipping it in, Shh.” Softly you giggled and turned your focus back to the food as he began to speak to you about any and everything to keep his mind off your own babies you’d have one day he pondered the faces and adorably perfect hands and feet he’d never let go of once here.

Arguments of course ensued with the tiny girl caught in the battle of nicknames, Sunshine vs Petal. Compromise was found by the common renditions of ‘You Are My Sunshine’ to the girl who would have to grow up with two nicknames from her parents related to her first two names. Help was given by means of your dad’s nickname for you contrasting your mother’s. And the early summer found Victor off work to stay with Norma and Leanora while you were granted shifts at the diner again and private drives with your loving husband who on the way back used the privacy to his benefit and took the long way home more than once to always steal just one more kiss.

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Post signing sales however brought business back to your mind between trips to the comic book studio to Freckled Moose’s headquarters where they shared that availability was being expanded to England and America. Negatives were shipped back and forth again to ready the shipments and restock the shelves to fulfill back orders that by the end of June had your muffled squeak behind your hand to the number on the check sent to you for your cut of the first round of sales on the initial supply printed and bound. James handled the bank trip for you with a massive proud grin at the amount that was agreed to help pay off any tuition for yourself when the amount your father had saved for you was depleted. With the remainder to be added to the funds to come from the rest of the sales of this book and any others to go towards school funds for Erik and your future babies.

There was no way that would ever be a hard sell. Erik wasn’t that much younger than you and needed help to reach his goals and James wanted his daughters especially to be well educated and his sons to be able to have a good footing for their own futures and families they may have. Years ahead you had planned and even with a spreadsheet on a legal pad you had found a huge gap of funds that would be left over you couldn’t comprehend ever having earned that now spoke to how vastly your circumstances had changed from Steve’s watch to being under the protection of the Howlett brothers and Eddie.

Even had you not met James or Victor your future would have been far cushier compared to the nothing that had been willed down to you. All you truly had was that school fund and even on that you would have struck on your own to make a life for yourself under the legal watch of the Brocks until you could be claimed by someone else. Still, for the price near to an ironing board and far less useful in day to day life hundreds of thousands of copies of what you had snapped with an inherited camera for class was now a joining factor in countless lives and stirred conversations once impossible between strangers until that book had been released. Manhattan and Washington however would come calling soon enough as you were guaranteed two dates there as well.

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“So what do you have planned for school?” You asked Erik in his path past yours in the diner where he’d been back to helping out since the baby had been born once his spare summer month long course had helped to catch him up to the final credits he’d need to graduate on time after being so behind.

Food was settled out for the table of truckers and his empty table had been cleared and wiped down for your paths to meet again behind the counter where you collected the next trays worth of plates and utensils. “Um,” he muttered on your way around the counter again almost reluctant to say his aspirations after his recount of his collected tips so far.

Back again at his side in the break where all the tables had been seen to between the both of you he stood lost with a drifted look on his face after having counted his cut of the tips from his cleared tables. “Erik?”

His eyes snapped up and he grabbed the coins and slid them into the slot of his tip box built into the counter and forced out a grin. “I might just work here a few more years first.”

That had you lean in and place a hand on his arm in the turn of the cook back to his grill after having taken notice of his expression in handing off Dot her lunch she was taking after her cousin had gotten off hers. His eyes widened a tad and you could see the deeply held fight not to cry in them and you said, “If it’s about the money for school I have money left over from the book after the rest of what I have mapped out to spend for mine that I was considering putting in an account for you.”

Instantly his arms shot around you and a smile eased across your lips to his right hug you returned gladly as he mumbled into the top of your head, “I can’t thank you enough I won’t let you down.”

“Oh I never doubted that Erik.”

In his draw back he looked you over ensuring he hadn’t messed up your uniform and said, “I have almost a thousand saved up already so it’d just be whatever’s left over after that. Will that be much?”

“Depends on how far you want to go,” you said with a smirk to his creeping grin.

“Far as I can. I wanna try for Columbia, like you.”

Softly you giggled and turned your head to a throat clearing at he counter to signal politely a need for a refill for a driver needing to go soon but wanted a top up first. In a turning reach for the coffee pot you answered, “Then we can see about the Brocks hiring you at the bar on weekends if you like.”

One more year was all that was left and the seventeen year old couldn’t be more excited to be able to head to Brooklyn with you, hopeful that he could get good enough grades to get into the fantastic school to be closer to his cousin and learn in one of the top schools in this side of the world.

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Nose deep in the lake you tread water with watch of Eddie on his day off and Teddy in hand letting the boy get his first swim lesson. Victor on the deck sat with hold of his girl to Norma’s bashful drop of the towel around her. Dawn was off at work while James was helping a neighbor with something. Timidly Norma crouched to ease into the water from the deck eager to hide her belly you had been joining her a few times a week for some laps back and forth across the lake. “Norma it’s the water weight, no need to be bashful,” Eddie said luring a smile across her face.

“I just have to be camera ready before the premier in October,” she replied.

“Norma you’d have folks lined up even with Leanora still in your belly.” You said in her dunk neck deep into the water to Victor’s lift of his daughter’s body to kiss her forehead in her grunt at a passing dragon fly. Chatter continued in the cool off break between each lap you ticked off the weekly roster before you went inside to get out of the heat.

Irritating twinges in your belly now had you inside your tub while the hand scrubbed swim suit you’d left to hang on the sink to get the telling blood stain out from the unnoticed streak down your leg Eddie had warned you of on the way back from under the bottom of your towel. There was a promise to wait on babies but still another cycle had come and now you were nose deep in the tub after having scrubbed up and wound your washed hair on top of your head to simply seep in all the warmth of the water while it lasted joined by stray tears. Footsteps from the bedroom had you wipe warm water over your face and stopped in a knock on the door.

Victor through it asked, “Hungry Pipsqueak?” He had questions he wanted to ask but held back to wait for James to get home so he could pamper you back out of this troubling week that even the girls could tell wore heavily on you. Even Norma had suggested her own tips to the guys surrounding her own monthly troubles and painful cycles that had her wondering if you faced the same condition she had been enduring.

“Little bit,” you did reply and leaned back with eyes closing to the stretch of your legs irritating your cramped hips and lower back.

“I’ve got stew on the stove for you when you’re ready.” He paused a moment and asked, “You need anything else?”

Over your eyes your hand laid and you answered, “I am okay, just feels like I’m being stabbed from the inside out.”

You could hear his forehead press to the door in a sigh from a trapped sense of helplessness against this physical pain you faced. “Nothing?”

To give him something to help with you asked, “Do we still have some of those warm honey buns?”

“Honey buns, on it.” Back he stepped and to the tug on the drain chain you heard him sharing with Eddie once downstairs, who let Venom take over and get him into town to the bakery in his own urge to help.

Dried and changed into some comfy shorts and a blouse to join the others in the living room where Erik joined you also smoothing his fingers through his hair while you did the same to yours. Five minutes after Eddie’s return James had returned home with Dawn and your husband caught onto the tell tale signs and adoringly swept away right into extra cuddles and massages between spare snacks he could add to your afternoons and evenings.

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August was the month to ready and September had the house boarded up for the lengthy drive back to Brooklyn. A couple days were used to freshen up the nurseries as you and James traveled for the two book signings. Washington came first and upon arrival you were taken straight to the Blair House, a guest home to dignitaries and others visiting the President, where you were gifted a lovely room that seemed a bit over the top for this simple stay. You had arrived in late and it wouldn’t be until the next day that Truman could meet with you in the planned dinner after your morning and afternoon for the signing.

A school nearby was used for this backdrop with the auditorium for the questioning afterwards. Far beyond what you had expected collectively over all the eight dollar paperweight now spreading through this country as well as England to those who had expressed some sort of demand had grown to be the unthinkable. True you were about fifty miles below Rembrandt or other staple artists in any country but still it was a bit flattering to say the least that this book and not just your comic books had been picked off the shelves by thousands of strangers.

Even here more children had brought their favorite issues for picture worthy moments to be flooded through papers, including a boy who hijacked his mother’s question time to ask about his favorite now signed comic book. A separate picture however even on your own picture was taken with the President and other members of the White House staff who had their own copies. All of which you signed before and after the planned supper with the First Family who were glad to hear all the details of your travels and possibly catch hints of what your next book might be covering.

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The train back scattered across the hours had random people that had seen you who milled through the train to pass by and ‘casually’ work their way back to your spot to ask if you would sign something of theirs. After a stop at the house for the night up to Manhattan you went to be on time for the next signing. Familiar faces from random years through the state had come to pop up again with proud grins at their silent ties to the famous face so many had come to greet and hear from. Absolute love however came from your own town and block that by household took turns delivering their books to you if they wanted it signed between others who just wanted to ask about some of their favorite images.

The back of the line however from a fancy car Howard Stark joined the line a few people behind where Albert Einstein stood. The former lingered to the side while you greeted the others between him and the final book clutching guest, Howard. “Refrigerator magnet science, you really put that as how you managed the floating objects?”

With a smirk you accepted the book he held out for you and replied, “Well, I would give you the technical answer but that would be what it would be simplified to anyways. How is the floating car coming?”

Howard sighed, “Not well, been scrapped to help on some tech to help search for Commies.” His hand outstretched to accept the book back again he eased the cover back to smirk at the comment written there with well wishes for his flying car you wanted dibs on the first model up for grabs. “So you’ll have to wait on dibs for the first car.”

“Pity.”

Einstein, “Truly the pity that now battlefields turn to hidden spies on home soil. Can only turn the world darker, brother un-trusting brother.”

James sighed and took your hand in the reminder that the questions were to start after your lunch the duo now tagged along to a nearby eatery with a reserved table set for you. Howard had his hand fixed around a not so shocking shot glass and said to break the silence, “Saw the wedding. Paid a whole ten cents for the ticket to catch that reel before some absurd little ditty filled nonsense I didn’t stick around for.”

That had you smirk and say, “I feel like I should say I’m flattered.”

Howard, “Oh don’t be. I don’t know how you managed it.” He looked to James, “Forty five minutes, I timed it. How did you manage that without screaming?”

James grinned replying in almost a hum, “Almost did, but we waited five years and I’d have waited hours through any ceremony to be hers. The length of the ceremony is irrelevant, I know the traditional ceremony would have made her parents proud while mine would have wished it to be longer, amusingly enough.”

Einstein chuckled and stated, “My wife loved the ceremony. Very beautiful dress, quite close to hers though hers was, silk? I believe, something shiny.”

You smiled and said, “Thank you. I’m just glad we are married now and nobody can add anything else on the ceremony to what they wanted.”

“Ah,” Howard said with a smirk, “And there you are. Didn’t take you as the Princess the film reel made you seem to be acting up to from our meeting. How’d you talk them into filming it?”

James, “King George offered, well, he didn’t really offer, just said the cameras were coming. Even brought their Royal Photographers that handle their own ceremonies, also insisted on noting the title I inherited for the papers from my grandfather.”

Einstein, “Obviously had you chosen the titles yourselves you would have insisted to be named as a Baron upon our first meeting.”

James, “Just a another word.”

Howard scoffed, “No it’s not. If I was a Baron I certainly wouldn’t be out living in a forest. I would be living it up.”

James smirked, “Forest helped to bring me Bunny. Had hundreds of chances to walk away but never could seem to let go of the land something said to stay put. Enjoy the silence and space and just wait.”

Einstein nodded, “Land is always a welcome home to return to. For its small size New Jersey had quite the offer of actual patches of land around houses we chose between.”

“Bet it’s beautiful, we have a tiny patch out back of our place. Thirty by thirty, if that. But the dogs do appreciate it.”

Howard, “You don’t like the yard?” He asked with a smirk.

After a pause that had his head shift to look you head on you said, “I grew up in that building, there’s more than a few of my old neighbors who tend to pass through time to time.”

Howard, “You need a good fence and a new gate.”

Einstein looked to him after taking notice of the food approaching, “She means their souls Howard.” Parting his lips in a glance between you.

The food was settled on the table to ample thanks and he asked, “Your house is haunted? Like murderous ghouls and screaming cabinets and all that.”

“Just a few pass through the yard, mainly on anniversaries. The only screamer we had was when the guys moved the furnace and fuse box.”

James chortled, “Ya, found a buried box Jaqi knew whose son should have gotten after he died, but he was deployed and got evicted when Hildi’s uncle who owned the place stopped renting and boarded it up. Left after that.”

“Ya, he never really got along with his neighbors but he was a good challenger in checkers. Liked to have another Polish speaker close by to ramble off at on occasion.”

Howard, “I don’t get you.” You smirked and he said, “No, every time I talk to you or see you it’s another crazy pony in the derby to crazy town. You don’t match up, I’m a scientist, everything has a pattern and you’re just dots all over the damn page. You were a kid, sent to a war, somehow built this unmatched weapon you won’t share with anyone else that can tear planes out of the sky and tanks apart. Now you have a book on photography of all things, are in school for who knows what and now you live in a haunted house when not living in the middle of nowhere Canada.”

“Well you’re not wrong there, not likely to make sense to many.” You said taking a slice off of your food to the twitch of his eyebrow.

Einstein chuckled saying, “As it should be, if everyone knew all the secrets to the stars no one would look up towards the light in the dark. Mystery is key.”

Howard looked to him and said in his own bite of food, “You are not helping,” making the physicist chuckle around his mouthful.

James said, “Can’t imagine what you would be expecting to find.”

Howard said to him after a glance at you, “No one is that good.”

Smirking to yourself slicing off another bite you said, “Good thing you never met my brother Steve, according to him and his friend I was born a monster.”

Howard scoffed finally lifting his utensils, “You’re no monster. No fairy princess either but not a monster.”

“Trust me if I had magic things would be completely different.” You said easing the fork between your lips while he chewed.

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Enrollment came around again and your class list had you back in line again wading through the sea of open books you signed and answered a few questions on each. English, English Composition, two Advanced Mathematics courses, Chemistry, Astronomy, Psychology, Literature, Sociology and Rhetoric were your chosen courses; the first two English courses being the only ones alongside Literature actually on Barnard campus. Though each woman married or otherwise took time to bring up the wedding and questioned the honeymoon afterwards and summer that everyone seemed to just love a romantic break away from the city with your adoring husband. And tucked between every few women was the hand off of hushed tips shared on how to have babies to get started on your own little family with the man who clearly loved your nephew and nieces beyond words.

In passing your Advanced Mathematics Professor ensured he had a moment at your side with pipe lowered to ask, “Did I hear this correctly, you have a young cousin near to college years?”

Subtly the end of your brow ticked up under the edge of your bangs and you replied, “Yes, my cousin Erik, he’s got his final year in school starting in a week.”

The smoke from his next listening puff on his pipe billowed between you as he said, “Where is he looking for his studies after he’s graduated?”

“Well, here, actually.”

A smirk eased across his lips and he said, “Well I can’t wait to see what sort of student he is compared to his cousin and uncle. Even Elliot is anxious on the wait. All of us on the admissions essay pool judges are going to keep our eyes peeled for his application. What’s his last name?”

“Lehnsherr, Dad changed his to Rogers when he moved to Brooklyn.”

After a glance at someone calling his name he let out another puff of smoke and nudged his pipe at you briefly to say, “I will remember that name and keep an eye out for it.”

“He’ll be glad to hear it,” you said in his nodding step away that had you glance up at James in his smirking reach for another book from the stack that the freshmen that rushed back with to complete the required textbooks you’d need. “Sounds like fun times are coming. Might as well pick a room I guess for Erik.”

James chuckled and said, “Me and Vic have been sprucing up some of our ground floor rooms he could pick from so he won’t have to be surrounded by babies the whole time.” When he took another book and you gave a soft sigh just making him chuckle again and claim the final book so you had hands free to get your paperwork and sign the paperwork to get the tuition paid for in advance again for the fall and spring semesters.

Dawn and the three babies were waiting for you at home and she relaxed while you and James got lunch ready then took charge of Teddy as the younger girls were down for their naps.

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Monday this year was the day this semester began on. English on the Barnard campus was how the day began. Ready in a peach dress and cardigan from James tied seamlessly to your figure by a sash you settled into your seat trying to ignore the title of the article that had been apparently counting down on your baby clock since the big ‘I Do Day’. Even now the public’s image that you were a real life Cinderella who had come from the very bottom as a penniless orphan who had nabbed yourself a Baron and had changed your life now simply requiring a baby to make it all picture perfect. You hoped the pressure would die down but where the Congressman’s comments on your roots had high hopes on conceiving fairly early like most Irish women were perceived to be able to simply fall pregnant with ease and would remain pregnant for a good chunk of their lives afterwards until too old to get pregnant anymore.

Mama Brock however recalling the same weight had encouraged her girls to not put any pressure on that movement and to try and spread through town as best they could that the hope would be for you to get your degree first. Halfway almost to getting the first of them most women did accept that a couple years wouldn’t a spinster make as you were still just 22 and had years ahead.

Relief however came in your second class with the same Advanced Mathematics Professor for Trigonometry who welcomed you and the other females up to his course for this and the next three courses on the Columbia Campus until your final class. Minimal female interaction between classes aided in that the men were less likely to enforce that public biological clock countdown. The air seemed different in this upper level course with male students who already knew how talented you are and that you had well earned your seat in their courses and could head up against any guy who tried to test you academically.

A second Mathematics Professor for Calculus came next just a few doors down. Across the campus to another wing you had to weave your way to your Chemistry course that would come up after your lunch break. Portia animatedly upon meeting in her car spilled her exciting new course list and her plans for this year she had used to double up more of her own courses for her own degree.

From desks to stools at stations around the room in groups of three you settled in timidly formed groups. Yourself with two of the left over guys who you’d known loosely in their tries to get to know Portia and your lunch group the hour prior as the other females had grouped up leaving just you and the rest of the male classmates. At least for them they hoped to possibly at the least have some good word shared about them to their hopeful future dates. And around you they took up the stools so you wouldn’t have to be near the gas burner or the sink on the ends and settled in for the first class that would have your first group assignment to warm you all up to the process of each in class experiment and assignment afterwards.

Psychology came next, the most interesting of your classes you had read ahead on in the textbook that could have a great impact at least on some of your own internal struggles and those that your family might have faced. The lengthy class opened with just full speeches and presentations you took notes through to the end when you would have to get up and head across to Barnard for your Literature class you had with Portia. After which the first meeting with the paper came with the proud group who got started in the opening meeting with a list compiled of topics to ready for the paper to be put out in a couple days. Five sketch topics were given to you for various sections of the paper that you had a basic draft of each they commented notes for you to add to each of them through the rest of the days until they were due.

“I’m so glad we’re back in school.” Portia said with a smile you shared on the stroll to the front entrance of the school where James and her driver were waiting. “Been such a long summer apart.” In a glance your way she asked, “James still being as romantic as ever? A couple of my cousins said their hubby’s seemed to switch once they traded rings.”

Softly you chuckled and said, “Surprisingly more romantic than ever.” Widening her smile even more, “He’s excited for me to have another year of schooling under my belt too.”

“Maybe I should take more trips up to Canada for a fella like him.” She teased with a giggle matched by yours.

“I’ll keep my ears open, and two of the fellas from lunch happen to be my lab partners in Chemistry if they tickle your fancy.”

“Oh it’ll take more than small talk over chicken cold cut sandwiches to win my heart in just a year with kind words and flattery. Any man wants to come courting has to step up and set a meeting with my daddy first or they’re all just howling at the moon.”

“Fair tip, send them up to Big Sir for him to bite them into shape.”

She smiled saying, “Exactly.”

Pt 46

#James Howlett x Reader OC #Victor Creed x Norma Jeane #Petal is here #Eddie Brock x OC #baby countdown #Peer Pressure #Book Signing #Howard Stark #Einstein #Back to Barnard

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We unearth little-known tidbits of information about the King of Pop Michael Jackson’s life, on what would have been his 60th birthday

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1. He was born in Gary, Indiana. He remains the city’s most famous resident, with Gary never recovering from the loss of its factory industry in the 1960s. That said, it’s also home to Jesse Powell, Kym Mazelle and Sista Monica Parker.

2. His parents had musical ambitions of their own. Mother Katherine Jackson played the clarinet and piano, and aspired to be a country and western singer. Father Joe was a guitarist and made extra cash performing in local R’n’B bands.

3. His first public performance was in 1963. When he was 5 he sang Shirley Bassey’s Climb Ev’ry Mountain at a public event organized by Garnett Elementary School’s Kindergarten.

4. His father was the first to notice the talent in his children. He would invite music executives to the family home, where The Jacksons would audition in the living room.

5. James Brown was his major inspiration. The late Godfather of Soul inspired Jackson to hit the stage. Speaking at his public funeral in 2007, Jackson recalled how, “Ever since I was a small child, no more than like 6 years old, my mother would wake me no matter what time it was, if I was sleeping, no matter what I was doing, to watch the television to see the master at work.”

6. He made his recording debut at 9 years old. It was on Big Boy by The Jackson 5, which was released by a small label in January 1968. It didn’t sell in large numbers, but it was enough to notify the major labels that these kids had talent.

7. His love for books began as a young teen. His early favorites were Rip Van Winkle by Washington Irving and The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway. He reportedly amassed a library of more than 10,000 books.

8. His relationship with his sister La Toya was based on their love of practical jokes. His favorite was tormenting her with fake spiders and tarantulas. He would place a suspect creature on the phone in La Toya’s bedroom and would then call her and wait for her scream.

9. He began touring as an 8-year-old. As part of the first run of shows in America’s Midwest, The Jackson 5 supported soul legends Etta James, Gladys Knight and Sam & Dave.

10. He was never particularly fond of his voice during early recordings with The Jackson 5. Despite the acclaim, he would often lament the high pitch of his voice in later interviews, describing it as similar to that of Minnie Mouse.

11. It could have been The Jackson 6. Nearly 18 months before he was born, his mother gave birth to a set of twins, Marlon and Brandon. As a result of a severely premature pregnancy, Marlon survived but Brandon passed away 24 hours later.

12. Berry Gordy initially wasn’t a fan of Michael and his brothers. The star-maker and head of Motown Records dismissed the idea of signing them to his label, preferring to focus on Stevie Wonder. But he was eventually convinced to give them a shot and he signed them up in 1969.

13. You may not know her name, but Suzanne de Passe had a big role in his artistic development. She was assigned as a mentor and stylist to The Jackson 5 after they joined Motown. That relationship extended to Michael’s solo career, and she was the first one to see him rehearse the iconic dance The Moonwalk in 1983.

14. The Jackson 5’s global hit I Want You Back in 1969, was originally written for Gladys Knight and The Pips and Diana Ross. What’s unusual about the song is that the lovelorn lyrics are sung by Michael, who was barely in his teens at the time.

15. ABC is the first of Jackson’s songs that 50 Cent recalls hearing. Speaking to NME in 2015, the rapper said the track was responsible for him becoming a fan. “I’ve always loved MJ, so I guess it was probably a good place to start music: right here, with the ABCs.”

16. He broke barriers from a young age. When he was a 12-year-old with The Jackson 5, the group became the first black male group to release four back-to-back chart-toppers with 1969’s I Want You Back and 1970’s ABC, The Love You Save and I’ll Be There.

17. There was solo life before Off the Wall. For many, Michael arrived with 1979’s Off the Wall, but he released his debut solo album, Got to Be There, in 1972. It was a solid collection of soul and pop, with covers of Leon Ware’s I Wanna Be Where You Are and Bill Withers’s Ain’t no Sunshine.

18. He won his first and only Golden Globe in 1972. For Ben, a song he wrote for the 1972 horror film of the same name.

19. He always had his ear to the clubs. Jackson was a frequent visitor to the legendary New York City club Studio 54, where he was exposed to beat-boxing, which was an early harbinger to the upcoming hip-hop movement. He went on to incorporate the vocal technique into many of his future songs.

20. His first venture into film was The Wiz. He starred as a scarecrow in the title role of The Wiz, an adaptation of The Wizard of Oz. The film was horrible, but it was here he struck up a life-changing partnership with Quincy Jones, who went on to produce his biggest albums.

21. Quincy Jones nicknamed him “Smelly”. This was during their time on The Wiz. “I used to call Michael ‘Smelly’, because he wouldn’t say ‘funky’. He’d say ‘smelly jelly’.”

22. He broke his nose in 1979 during dance practice. He then consulted Hollywood favorite Dr Steven Hoefflin who reportedly performed Jackson’s first rhinoplasty.

23. He only worked with the best. In addition to enlisting Jones to produce the 1979 blockbuster album Off the Wall, the songwriters who helped him on the record included none other than Paul McCartney and Stevie Wonder.

24. Unlike many of his peers, Jackson hated singing from a sheet. While recording Off the Wall, he spent the evenings learning lyrics and harmonies, and would arrive at the studio the next day singing them off by heart.

25. Prince visited him during the Off the Wall sessions. Speaking to The National, Quincy Jones recalled how Prince arrived “into the studio like a deer in the headlight – clothes and shirt off – but he was always competing with Michael”.

26. He was the only musical mind behind one of his biggest hits. Off the Wall was full of songwriting collaborations, but Jackson was solely responsible for one of its biggest tracks, Don’t Stop ’Til You Get Enough. He decided to write the song after constantly humming the melody at home.

27. The change on 1979 single Rock with You. It was originally called I Want to Eat You Up, but that was deemed too risque for Jackson’s heartthrob image.

28. Off the Wall was almost a hit for Karen Carpenter. The hit title track from Off the Wall was originally written for the late Karen Carpenter’s debut solo album. She declined to use it and Jackson made it a top 10 hit instead.

29. The tears in She’s Out of My Life are real. Jackson would break down in tears at the end of each studio take. “We recorded about – I don’t know – 8 to 11 takes, and every one at the end, he just cried,” producer Quincy Jones said. “I said, ‘Hey – that’s supposed to be, leave it on there.’”

30. Jackson surrounded himself with talent in both the studio and the boardroom. With Off the Wall he secured the game-changing royalty rate of 37 cents wholesale per sale. It went on to sell more than 20 million copies.

31. Thriller was a blockbuster fueled by frustration. Despite big sales and critical acclaim, he was irked that Off The Wall didn’t win the Grammy Award for Record of the Year. “It was totally unfair that it didn’t get Record of the Year and it can never happen again,” he told manager John Branca. Thriller went on to win a record-breaking eight Grammys in 1984.

32. Billie Jean doesn’t exist. Despite being the subject of one of his biggest hits, the woman – who in the 1983 song admits she is carrying Jackson’s unborn son – is pure fiction. “The girl in the song is a composite of people my brothers have been plagued with over the years,” Jackson wrote in his memoir Moonwalker.

33. Billie Jean was the first video by an African-American artist to air on MTV. The video revealed Jackson’s new look of a leather suit, pink shirt, red bow tie and his signature single white glove. It was a style copied by kids throughout the United States. It caused one school, New Jersey’s Bound Brook High, to ban students from coming to class wearing white gloves.

34. Jackson introduced his famous Moonwalk in 1983. It was during a live performance of Billie Jean for the Motown 25: Yesterday, Today, Forever concert special. He was taught the move by veteran dancer Jeffrey Daniel, who went on to be hired as Jackson’s co-choreographer.

35. Jackson was a music investor from 1983. He bought the rights to select music from funk pioneers Sly and the Family Stone, and the iconic Dion DiMucci songs The Wanderer and Run Around Sue, before landing the rights to the 4,000 song catalogue of ATV Music Publishing, which included the lion’s share of The Beatles’ songs.

36. Jackson’s Beat It was a fiery single … literally. When Eddie Van Halen recorded his blistering solo, the sound of his guitar caused one of the studio speakers to catch fire.

37. The gritty music video for Beat It was a landmark production. The lavish production cost US$100,000 (Dh367,250) at the time. It was set in Los Angeles’ Skid Row and featured up to 80 real-life gang members from the notorious street gangs the Crips and the Bloods.

38. Toto were heavily involved in the making of Thriller. Keyboardist Steve Porcaro co-wrote Human Nature, and Steve Lukather contributed rhythm guitar on Beat It.

39. Thriller was almost Star Light. The lyric “thriller” in the track of the same name was originally “star light”. The decision to change it was down to marketing appeal.

40. PYT (Pretty Young Thing) was never performed live by Jackson. Despite being a well-received single from the Thriller album, the star never featured the song in any of his live sets.

41. Thriller was included in the Library of Congress’ National Recording Registry. The music video for the title track was also placed in the National Film Preservation Board’s National Film Registry of “culturally, historically or aesthetically significant films”.

42. It was with his seventh album, 1987’s Bad that Jackson really came into his own as a songwriter. He wrote nine of the 11 tracks and co-produced the album with Quincy Jones.

43. The title track for the Bad album was supposed to be a duet with Prince. But the latter walked away from it due to the opening line “Your butt is mine”. “Now, who is going to sing that to whom? Cause [he] sure ain’t singing that to me, and I sure ain’t singing it to [him],” Prince said in a TV interview with American comedian Chris Rock.

44. The smooth 1987 ballad I Just Can’t Stop Loving You is a duet with singer Siedah Garrett. She was the third choice after Barbra Streisand and Whitney Houston rejected the offer.

45. The Way You Make Me Feel was his mother’s request. Jackson wrote this track after his mum asked him to write something with a “shuffling kind of rhythm”.

46. Man in the Mirror is one of the few music videos he is hardly in. Other than appearing at the end standing in a crowd, the video is a montage of major events and historical figures.

47. His Superbowl XXVII half-time show in 1993 was game-changing. His pyrotechnics-laced four-song set was watched more than the game itself. It has set the standard for half-time shows ever since.

48. Michael Jackson’s 1991 album Dangerous was hot property. Five days before its release, three armed men broke into a music warehouse in Los Angeles and stole 30,000 copies.

49. The explosive video for Black or White was directed by Hollywood stalwart John Landis. It starred an 11-year-old Macaulay Culkin fresh from his starring role in Home Alone.

50. The music video to Scream was, at the time, in 1995, the most expensive ever produced. It had a US$7m budget. The menacing and arty video starred Jackson and his sister Janet.

51. Even when he wasn’t trying, Michael Jackson broke records. His album Blood on the Dance Floor: HIStory in the Mix, released in 1997, remains the bestselling remix album of all time, with more than six million copies sold, after virtually no promotion.

52. Jackson consistently mixed music with charity work. He was behind a series of Michael and Friends concerts in Germany and Korea, which featured performers such as tenors Luciano Pavarotti and Andrea Bocelli, as well as rockers Slash and The Scorpions. The money raised went to the non-profit organization War Child.

53. Jackson’s final studio album Invincible was the bestselling album of 2001, despite moderate reviews. It features the song Unbreakable, which had, until then, the unreleased vocals by slain rapper The Notorious BIG.

54. After years of scandals and court cases, Jackson re-emerged on the music stage by announcing his final live tour This Is It. The first 10 shows alone, to be held at London’s O2 Arena in the summer of 2009, would have netted him £50m (Dh236.49m). The residency was extended to 50 shows, but the tour was cancelled following his death on June 25, 2009.

55. This Is It was his first posthumous release. With the This Is It tour abandoned after Jackson’s death, the tour’s title track became the first of many posthumous releases. The song was originally written in the 1980s by Paul Anka.

56. The secrecy of Xscape. Michael Jackson’s second posthumous album, released on May 13, 2014, was such a big deal that journalists were invited to secret listening sessions around the world days before its release. The session for this region was held at Dubai’s now-closed Qbara restaurant.

57. The life and times of Michael Jackson were discussed in detail at the inaugural Dubai Music Week in 2013. It featured a sold-out special panel session on Jackson’s career featuring producer Quincy Jones and other collaborators, the late Rod Temperton (via live video feed) and singer Siedah Garrett.

58. Abu Dhabi and China were discussed as possible sites for the world’s first Jackson family-themed hotel called Jermajesty. Speaking exclusively to The National in 2013, Jermaine Jackson said he was looking at Yas Island as a possible site for the hotel, which would be filled with Jackson family memorabilia. Nothing has been built as yet.

Read also: Jermaine says Michael Jackson was on the verge of converting to Islam

59. To celebrate Michael Jackson’s 60th birthday today (August 29), a large street party was held in New York City last Saturday to celebrate his life. It was organized by the director, and his collaborator, Spike Lee.

60. It is only fitting that the Apollo Theater in New York is hosting its legendary Amateur Night today. It was on the same stage that, in 1967, The Jackson 5 launched their career.

60 Things You May Not Have Known About Michael Jackson

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