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imfinereallyy · 10 months

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Steve Harrington hadn’t talked to his dad in a year.

The last thing the two of them had talked had been after the earthquakes, across the room in the den; his dad barely stepped through the front entryway, and Steve’s back pressed against the back door. The house was messy but still standing, unlike Steve, who was broken and barely keeping himself upright. The only thing Richard Harrington had said to Steve was,

“I think it’s time to move on.” Which was his way of telling Steve they were selling the house and he should figure out his own arrangements. Steve hadn’t cared, though. Didn’t even look at him as he spoke. Instead, he stared at the cracks in the ceiling and wondered if it was some kind of metaphor.

He tried not to think too deeply about it.

It had been a year since then. There had been time to move on, as his dad said. There was no more Upside Down. There was no more worrying about the next move. Max and Eddie were healed. Everyone was back in Hawkins. Robin and Steve lived in a little house on Fifth while Robin took community courses. Eddie practically lived there, too, with the strange friendship bond that had grown between the three of them.

Eddie had argued once it was because their couch was comfier than his bed, but Steve liked to think it was because Eddie wanted to be close to them. To be close to him. Sometimes Steve thought about letting him stay in his bed together.

Time had not moved to that yet.

Everything seemed good. Despite Steve’s resentment towards Richard, and his reluctance to admit the man was right, sometimes it was good to let things go, break apart and move on. Though Steve was sure, this wasn’t exactly what Harrington Sr. meant.

Steve hadn’t talked to his father in over a year. And he didn’t really miss him. Sure, there were moments that passed when Steve would yearn for the small happy moments between them. Secret smiles at baseball games, lunch at his office, and him cheering Steve on at the one swim championship he managed to show up to.

But it always got mixed in with bigger, badder moments. Being left alone for months on end. The belittling. The missed graduation. The yelling. The slurs when he grew his hair out too long. The cold way he said to Steve,

“I think it’s time to move on.”

Like he had been breaking up with a high school sweetheart before leaving for college.

So Steve didn’t miss the man, not really. But in moments like these, in the back of the Byers-Hopper’s backyard at the Father’s Day BBQ, where all party members and parents alike gathered, Steve couldn’t help but ache.

Steve ached for something better than Richard Harrington.

It wasn’t because of parents who stuck around that made Steve’s stomach churn in jealousy, but the ones who decided to show up. It was the way Wayne threw his arm around Eddie’s shoulder and the cheers their beers to something probably ridiculous. The way Steve knew that man would crawl to the ends of the earth for someone who wasn’t technically his, but was nothing short of a son.

It was the way El and Hop manned the grill together. Him laughing at something El said, probably something ridiculous, and her smile back that could light up the sun. The way Steve knew that El wasn’t a replacement for the things Hop had lost, but instead an addition to his life he would choose over and over again.

Steve ached to be loved and care for because someone wanted to. Not because of obligation or by accident. Steve wanted to loved deliberately.

Steve sipped his beer instead of bringing down the celebration with his thoughts. Eddie caught Steve’s eye across the yard and gave him a megawatt smile. Steve couldn’t help but smile shyly back.

“Hey, Steve.” A shy voice said beside him, startling him out of his thoughts. Steve turned to find Dustin standing beside him, nearly up to his nose now with his recent growth spurt. Steve couldn’t help but miss when he was small and could throw him over his shoulder.

Steve was a little surprised to find him there. Dustin wasn’t one to speak small or shy. He liked to make his presence known (much like the lovable metal head he was staring down earlier).

“Hey bud, what’s up?”

Dustin looked around the two of them before answering. Everyone else was with their dads, or talking to one of the party members. Even Robin managed to wrangle her dad and Mr. Sinclair into a conversation about WWII. Dustin looked a little relieved everyone was doing their own thing.

“Okay so you know how like, everyone is celebrating their dad today? And mine isn’t here?”

Steve felt his stomach drop. Somehow in the midst of his self-pitying, he had forgotten that Dustin’s dad wasn’t around either. Didn’t even stick around long enough for his first words. “Yea, dude, I’m sorry this must suck for you.”

Dustin looked nervous. He shifted on his feet back and forth, as if he was trying to find a rhythm to calm himself down. “Yea, so that’s what I actually came over to talk to you about.”

“Yea, Dustin. Im here if you need to talk.”

Dustin seemed to finally be at ease and rolled his eyes at Steve. “No, asshole, I don’t need to talk. I haven’t thought about the dick in years, if I’m honest. I just, it’s something else. And you don’t get to be weird about it.”

“I’m confused.”

“That sounds about right.”

“Hey!” Steve laughed despite his protest. A year ago, stuff like that hurt Steve’s feelings. But now Steve knew it was all in good fun, that Dustin was kind of dick to everyone. And he knew that the joke wasn’t about his intelligence. It hadn’t been a long time, since Steve threatened to push him out of a moving vehicle last time. Steve was pretty sure it had to do with a particular conversation involving his feelings for more than women.

Only Dustin and Robin knew. She was overly supportive, and Dustin instantly made a joke. Both made Steve supported and safe.

The dumbasses.

“Not my fault this happens to you often.”

“Is there a point being made or are you here to just be a dick?” Steve questioned, laughing behind the lip of his beer.

Dustin fidgeted again before pulling something out his back pocket. “Just—promise not to laugh.”

Steve crossed his heart with a giggle before he took a folded white piece of paper out of Dustin’s hands.

Suddenly, Steve’s face got serious as he saw what was on the front.

A poorly drawn Steve with a nail baseball bat, with the title “Happy Father’s Day”.

Steve swallowed thickly before placing his beer on the ground and opening the card. There in Dustin’s chicken scratch, was a message.

Dear Steve,

Don’t be weird about this. Okay here it goes.

My dad wasn’t around a lot, big whoop. Big surprise. I honestly don’t care anymore. Don’t give me a look.

I honestly didn’t think I would really care about any of the dad stuff, didn’t feel like I was really missing out. My mom and her annoying love for cats has always been more than enough. But as time went by sometimes I thought maybe I would be better, I would be different if I had a dad. I see it with the rest of the party, how willingly or unwillingly they all reflect their dads. And how I don’t.

Sometimes I don’t feel like my whole self because if it. Thought maybe I would never really be a whole me because of it. That maybe the world was better off anyway because I know I am a lot.

But then I met you asshole.

I didn’t think I would like you, and more importantly I didn’t think you would like me. But suddenly we are battling worlds together, and you’re hanging out with me even outside the end of days, and I have a new best friend.

If I’m being honest I do see you more as a brother. Someone I look up to. But the more I think about it (again don’t be weird), I do see you as a dad some days. Although the hands on hips do scream mother hen, you’ve been a dad to me in the ways the asswipe who made someone as amazing as me hasn’t been.

You are brave, and funny and despite popular belief you are kind. One of the kindest people I know. You make me feel safe and loved, and give me rides despite me never giving you gas money. Some days I look in the mirror and see parts of you in me, and I feel proud.

Some days I look at you and hope that I can see the braveness and kindness in myself too. I don’t yet, but you make it feel possible.

I don’t need a sperm donor (thank you Robin for that one), I have the world’s okayest dad right here.

Love you brother, friend, dad.

Happy Father’s Day, from your fellow nerd,

Dustin <3

Steve was crying. He knew that. He knew he promised not to make it weird, but Steve couldn’t help it. The little shit got him right in the heart.

He couldn’t be blamed for scooping up Dustin in a hug. “I love you too, Dusty Buns.”

Dustin squeezed Steve tight, “You don’t get to call me that.” He grumbled, but Steve could feel his tshirt getting wet.

“As your father it is my right to get to call you embarrassing nick names.” Steve squeezed Dustin even tighter.

Dustin just laughed and pushed him away jokingly. They both wiped their eyes, but the smiles on their faces remained.

Steve thought about Richard at that moment again, about how he ached for someone to care. And maybe Steve would never get it, but he could be that someone for someone else. He could give that care, Dustin.

The little shit.

“Thank you Dustin.”

Dustin shook his head, his crooked smile remained. “Nah man, thank you.”

They both just stared at each other in comfortable silence before they were interrupted by a barking force.

“What are you two saps talking about?” Eddie slung his arms around the both of them, mouth spread wide in a grin. But then he noticed the tear tracks, and suddenly his face dropped.

Eddie took Steve’s face in his hands, “What’s wrong? What happened?”

Steve shook his head fondly, “Nothing—“ He started, preparing to wave it off. But then Steve realized he couldn’t lie to Eddie. “—nothing bad. Happy tears. I promise.”

Eddie looked at Steve for a moment before nodding, giving his face a tight squeeze, and then dropping his hands. “Okay, Stevie, as long as their happy tears.”

“What am I? Chopped liver?” Dusting grumbled.

“Aweee Dusty, I could never forget you!!” Eddie threw himself at Dustin in a horrible attempt at a hug.

Dustin just pushed him off before rolling his eyes. Steve swore they were gonna get stuck one day.

“Whatever, man. Just make sure that you treat my dad right, or I’m going to have to make some tough calls.” Dustin stared down Eddie seriously before laughing evilly and walking away.

Steve wanted to freeze at Dustin’s implication, but Eddie looked adorably confused, so Steve didn’t feel too bad.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Is this new? Him just getting protective about this without explaining?” Eddie asked Steve.

“Don’t worry about it.” Steve looked down at the card again wistfully, before glancing back up at Eddie. Steve took one of Eddie’s hands and started to play with his rings. A blush bloomed across Eddie’s cheeks; Steve wanted to kiss him. Instead, he just said,

“Just think he’s trying to be a little like his dad.”

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Dad’s are complicated, and family isn’t always blood. I hope you enjoyed my little Father’s Day contribution. I do headcannon Hopper as Steve’s father figure/replacement, and usually write it that way but this seemed like a fun opportunity to show how Steve is his own father figure for others.

He is a good egg.

Now with Father’s Day over, my birthday is in two weeks which is making me feel all sorts of things. So I’m distracting myself with steddie. Either way expect a lot of writing and updates soon.

#Steve Harrington and Dustin Henderson friendship #steddie #just boys and gals and their replacement fathers #they all deserve a little love and a little reminder of it #give Steve Harrington the support from the party he deserves!#Steve Harrington #dustin henderson #eddie munson #bisexual steve harrington #gay eddie munson #happy fathers day #stranger things #my writing #hurt/comfort #but mostly comfort #long fic #ficlet #the party

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hersheyalmond · 2 years

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Dustin, to Steve: Happy Father's Day Steve *genuinely smiles*

Steve, with glassy eyes: ...W-what?

*The kids bringing in a cake*

The kids, in unison: Happy Father's day Steve!

*Steve starts sobbing*

Dustin, hugging Steve: You deserve it

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trensu · 10 months

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It's Will that gives him the idea.

"we don't really celebrate father's day anymore," he had said awkwardly, "but I can't hang out anyway."

"why not?" Dustin demanded. He was gonna end up bored and alone because he didn't celebrate the holiday and everyone else had plans. he had been counting on Will to keep him company.

"I'm gonna get Jonathan a new record and I want to listen to it with him," he said.

"can't he get his own records? C'mon, we could go to the arcade or something."

"no, Dustin," his tone took on a stubborn edge that made Dustin pause. "He's my brother and I love him, and he's the only guy besides Bob who's ever even tried to look out for me. So I'm sorry but I'm gonna be busy on Sunday."

Dustin didn't argue after that but it did get him thinking which is why on Sunday morning he biked all the way over to Loch Nora and started banging on Steve's door.

"what do you want, Henderson?" Steve sighed the most dramatic put upon sigh Dustin had ever heard.

"you're not my dad--"

"wow you really are genius!"

"shut up, shut up, listen to me!"

"okay, geez, I'm listening."

"you're not my dad and I don't want you to be my dad. I don't even really want a dad! Lots of dads aren't even that great and my mom already has the single parent thing down. But you taught me how to do my hair and how to talk to girls - even though that advice sucked, I didn't need it to get Suzie at all - and you're gonna teach me how to drive--"

"woah, hey, no I never said I'd do that, wh--"

"--and you've saved my life but I think we're even because I've saved your life too."

"Henderson don't you have anything better to do than harass me in my own home?" Steve said. he was using that exasperated tone he got when he knew he wasn't keeping up with what was going on but didn't want to admit it.

"actually no I don't but I'm here for a reason," he reached into his backpack and took out the gift he clumsily wrapped with scraps of brown paper bags. He shoved it into Steve's hands. "You're basically the only adult male figure in my life. And I appreciate you."

Steve squinted at the gift and then at Dustin and at the gift again before he said fussily "is this a prank? If something gross explodes from this, I swear to god, I'll--"

"Just open it, Steve!"

"Fine, fine, keep your shirt on," Steve said and tore off the paper. He blinked and in a softer tone said, "Oh."

"I don't know if you even like making models but I know you love cars and this kit looked just like yours, so yeah."

Steve stared at the kit some more. Dustin started to fidget. It was always better to be honest with your feelings but maybe this was too much for Steve. Maybe Steve didn't like him as much as Dustin did. Steve was not as enlightened about these things as Dustin.

"I've never made a model before."

Dustin hunched his shoulders and tried not to feel stupid or hurt. He should have expected this. They weren't even related. This was probably too weird. He reached out to take the gift back.

"it's fine, I can return it, whatever."

Steve raised the kit out of Dustin's reach.

"Hey, this is mine," he said.

"you don't even like it!"

"I never said that! I'm just gonna need a dweeby little nerd to help me build it. You know anybody like that?" Steve asked, batting his eyes innocently.

"you're such a dick," Dustin grumbled, fighting back a grin.

"watch your language!"

"shut up, you're not my dad."

Steve laughed as Dustin shoved his way into the house. Hours later, after much shouting and ribbing and one incident of spilled paint, a small model of the beemer was left to dry while Steve forced Dustin to watch the baseball game on TV with him. It wasn't the worst thing ever, and after Steve mentioned the statistics involved, it got way more interesting ("of course you'd like the math part, you weirdo" "you don't understand the stats do you" "shut up and watch the game, Henderson"). When the paint was dry, Dustin followed Steve upstairs and watched him carefully and deliberately place the model between a couple of sports trophies.

"yeah, I guess it looks pretty cool," Steve said with exaggerated nonchalance. "Now beat it, kid. your mom's gonna freak if you're not home when she gets back from work."

"can you give me a ride?"

"ugh, fine."

Dustin grinned. This had been, hands down, the best father's day ever. From the look on Steve's face when he placed the model, Dustin was pretty sure he agreed.

#stranger things #steve is an honorary henderson #steve harrington #dustin henderson #trensu tells stories #i almost forgot i had this in my drafts!!#i wanted to wait to post on actual father's day but i was busy all day #(went to a cubs game with my dearest friend and it was so good omg)#(definitely worth the headache that hit me when i got home)#the smart thing would've been to schedule the post but why would i do that lol #anyway there's still an hour's worth of father's day left so it counts

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shares-a-vest · 8 months

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"Are you sure you don't want to just come over to my place?"

Steve bites his lip, contemplating the proposal Robin has offered him several times this week, ever since he'd told her he was having lunch with his parents.

It was Father's Day after all.

His parents would be home for at least a fortnight this time, on a quick stop-over in Hawkins before leaving again, this time for a vacation somewhere. They needed "a break" his mother had said with a laboured sigh, all whistful and longing as if she wasn't making such a statement amidst a lengthy monologue about all the friends they had just caught up with in Indianapolis.

Steve guesses they were technically a business trip. Though his recollections of such trips he'd gone as a kid (back when his parents absolutely had to bring him along) did involve the odd visit to Head Office in between social gatherings that only ever felt vaguely related to his father's business.

He turns away from the wall-mounted phone in the kitchen to look out at the patio. His father is sitting on a lounge chair, drinking a coffee and, low and behold, reading his new copy of The Bourne Supremacy Steve had handed him at breakfast.

His father was impossible to buy for - so a book was always a safe enough choice, one that would at least give him a "thank you" in return with no further commentary or snark.

"Uh..." he hums into the phone as his father turns a page, "Y'know what? Maybe later."

He gasps as his mother opens the back sliding door to the kitchen, the skirt of her yellow patterned kaftan flowing along with her. He turns back to the wall, crowding the phone base.

"Steve?" his mother asks, chuckling, "You're still on the phone!"

It isn't exactly chastising, more amused like Robin's mother gets about the pair of them talking on the phone for a solid hour at a time.

He looks over his shoulder and rolls his eyes as his best friend groans at the comment.

"Are you sure?" Robin asks, tone abruptly turning serious, "You know my dad loves you, Steve."

"I'll come by later," he insists, "Promise."

"...Okay..." she sighs before hanging up.

As he mounts the speaker, Steve is greeted with a knowing look from his mother. She is holding a glass of iced tea, fresh ice cubes tinkling away in the tall glass.

"Mom, don't," he whines, hoping to get outside and drive straight into the pool and away from any further conversation.

She holds her free hand up in surrender, tilting her head, "Okay, darling."

"I'm going for a dip," he grumbles before heading out to the pool area.

"Your mother and I are headed over to the Martens soon," his father announces as Steve passes by his reclining form.

His stomach drops and he freezes mid-stride to the outdoor chair he'd designated for his towel.

"What?" he blurts out, practically shouting as he whips around.

His father sets his book in his lap and looks up, shielding his eyes from the sun with his left hand. The sunlight reflects off his shiny watch and directly into Steve's eyes.

He grimaces, quickly mirroring his father.

"But..." he begins, trying to even out his clipped tone, "You said... We... You said we were having lunch here?"

"Your mother didn't tell you?"

"But..." he repeats, his voice catching in his throat a little, "It's Father's Day."

His father stands, stretches and gathers up the beach towel he had propped under his knees.

"We wanted to see them before we headed out."

"You're here for two weeks!" Steve argues, waving his hand as if to capture the presumed time his father has to visit his oldest and most insufferable friend.

"Steve, John and Louise's son is that busy working, he doesn't have time to be sitting around on Father's Day. So, we figured we'd meet them for lunch."

"Um..." he gulps, now blinking away tears.

He closes his eyes for a moment, breathing in and out as slowly as his growing anger will allow. The sun feels like it is burning into his bare skin, now, no longer feeling like the calming warmth he had felt when he came out to access the pool earlier.

He opens his eyes to find his father turned towards the back door.

"I'm going to Robin's."

He doesn't wait for an answer as he pushes past his father and back into the kitchen. Thankfully, his mother is nowhere to be seen as he makes a beeline for the laundry room where he'd left his work clothes from yesterday with his car keys still in the pocket of his jeans.

He grabs his Member's Only jacket from the coat rack on the way out. Even though the thing is less than weather-appropriate for a Sunday in June, right now it will suffice...

"Steve!" Robin's dad beams after he opens the front door.

The man is wearing a comically bright shirt, a Hawaiian-style button-up with a primary-coloured geometric pattern and squiggly green swirls. Steve thinks his father would hate it.

"Hi, Mr Buckley," he says, offering a tight-lipped smile as he holds out a store-bought key lime pie.

"Steve, please call me Richard," the man insists, unaware that sharing a name with his own father makes Steve want to fucking scream.

Richard takes a pie with a formal nod, his smile dropping a little as Steve shuffles about on the spot. The man looks him up and down.

Shit.

He'd forgotten about the jacket just as quickly as he had shrugged it on before speeding off in his car. But Richard waves him in with an insistent hand, thankfully not prying any further. It is probably quite obvious he isn't wearing a shirt underneath. The thought makes him itch as he becomes all too aware of the slippery fabric, its lining making the back of his neck prickle with sweat.

"Robin is in her room," Richard whispers as Steve steps inside and remembers his flip-flops too as they scuff on the threshold.

"The pie is from Melvad's, sorry," is all he thinks to say.

Richard gives him a pat on the back, just as Robin begins descending the staircase, wearing a shirt just as loud as her father's, only purple and maroon.

She smiles, though her eyes suggest she is clearly worried.

"Steve's here, darling!" Richard announces, intentionally boisterous for their close proximity.

"Oh, thank god," Robin dry-sobs, making grabby hands for the pie.

But Richard snatches it up, playing a one-sided game of keep-away that Robin doesn't even attempt to buy into. He lowers his hand with a swooping flourish, looking a little disappointed.

"Anything's better than the in-laws' dry fruit pudding," he laughs as they both examine the dessert.

"Come on," Robin says, grabbing Steve's hand and yanking him towards the stairs, "This Father's Day's theme is Richard Buckley-Approved Shirts, I've already got one ready for you. It's yellow. You'll love it."

#istg i'll stop writing steve has bad parents TM at some point... maybe...#but this ficlet is not that time #st: father's day edition #platonic stobin #steve harrington #robin buckley #robin buckley's parents #platonic with a capital p #steve harrington's parents #platonic soulmates #stobin fic #stobin 🍨#harrington family TM

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tennant-the-tigger · 2 years

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Happy Father's Day!

Don't worry Dustin gives Steve gifts on mother's day too.

My Stranger Things Art | Steve’s Mcnuggets |

#Dustin thinks steve as a father for sure #It's Father's day in australia #Babysitter Steve Collection #steve and his mcnuggets #steve harrington #dustin henderson #steve and dustin #stranger things #stranger things fanart #my art #dustin and his dads #Stranger things s3 #steve is the best babysitter #babysitter jumper #Steve's Mcnuggets

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your-stranger-halfblood-things · 10 months

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Dustin and Max: HAPPY FATHERS DAY!!

Steve, crying: I'm a dad??

Eddie *pats Steve's shoulder*: There there, papa Stevie

Steve *cries harder*

#happy fathers day to all the fathers friends who act like fathers and fathers who just found their family chosen or not #also happy fathers day to all the gay and trans fathers #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #dustin and steve #dustin and his dads #dustin + steddie #steddie + dustin #dustin henderson #max mayfield #fathers day

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jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets · 10 months

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Not So Bad Afterall

As promised, a Steddie ficlet for you lovely humans <3

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Father's day was never really a holiday in the Harrington house. To be honest, neither was Mother's day, really, not to mention any of the other holidays that passed Steve by in a blur. All they ended up becoming were broken promises from absent parents, and the start of the darkness that slowly and achingly consumed him.

It started when he was just a child. Of course Steve participated in the annual days of parental appreciation. Every year in school it was some new craft; a vase made of paper maché that was mostly just glue, tissue paper flowers, a construction paper card that opened out into a colorfully decorated tie, macaroni necklaces, finger painted hearts. And then there was always the heartfelt sayings and poems the teachers would have the kids write for their parents in scribbled scrawls on handmade cards; 'A Mother's smile will guide the way, thank you for being the light in my day', or, 'My Daddy is special, and brave, and smart, I will always love him with all of my heart.'

And of course his parents would take them with short smiles, pin whatever was the craft of the year on the fridge or bulletin board. But then just as quickly it was back to work. Back to offices on opposite ends of the house, doors closed, while little Steve was left to play alone and the darkness slowly started to take its course.

Eventually, far too soon for a still growing child in need of love and encouragement, they stopped being there to accept the heartfelt handmade gifts. Work quickly became too important, a constantly needed distraction for their obviously failing marriage. And at some point, little Steve stopped making the gifts all together, at some point Steve started to feel that creeping darkness spreading.

When Steve reached his teens he did his best to ignore the two holidays as much as he could. They were less a reminder to cherish loved ones and more a reminder of pieces he had been missing within himself for years. Reminders that he was incomplete, broken, unwanted, unloved. He'd see the displays in the stores, Mother’s and Father’s day cards at every register, the uptick in flower stands on Mother’s day and sales on fishing gear for Fathers day. But Steve would just put his head down, run into the store as quickly as he could, and get out without too much of either holiday shoved in his face. It was a small attempt to keep the darkness contained and control the spreading just a little bit.

Near the end of his high school years he met the kids. Not exactly under ideal circumstances, but he wouldn't trade those crazy demogorgon slaying children for anything in the world. But the one thing that came with knowing the kids and being a huge part of their lives, was that once again Steve found himself surrounded by those dreaded holidays once more. And this time around he forced himself to put on a happy smile for each of the kids. He couldn't bear to turn them down when they invited him to a Father's Day barbeque at the Wheeler house, or a Mother’s day dinner at the Henderson’s. They, unlike him, were surrounded by parents who loved them, who were there to accept the handmade school gifts, to hug them and kiss them and thank them for the paper flowers and tie shaped cards. So even though he promised himself so many long years ago that he would never celebrate Mother’s or Father’s day again, he found himself sucked back down the rabbit hole, because of the kids.

So each year after he met the kids, Steve would slap on that charming smile of his, help the kids pick out gifts and cards, flowers and chocolates, he even helped Lucas plan a whole weekend camping trip one year for him and his dad. None of it ever changed his mind on how he felt about either day, or how he felt about his own absent parents, but he was always glad to help the kids with whatever they needed. Even this, even if it pitched him a litter further into the darkness each year.

Then… Steve met eddie. In the matter of about a week Steve met the man in a dank, musty old boat house out back of some drug dealers house in the woods, had a broken bottle held at his throat in place of the typical friendly introduction, fell in love with the wild haired Hellfire club's dungeon master, and just as quickly lost him to Vecna and the upside down. It nearly ruined him, and just like that the darkness he had worked so hard to keep a handle on for so long, completely consumed him.

After losing Eddie, Steve buried himself in anything that would keep his mind off of him, and that started with helping with the relief aid for the aftermath of the upside down. He poured himself so deep into the work that most times he'd forgotten there was an actual world around him. It got to the point where Robin would have to literally drag him away, Dustin and the other kids tried more than once to get him to come around like he used to, to hang out with the kids, go to movies, the mall, anything. But nothing worked, nothing could pull Steve from the darkness that he felt was wrapped around his body, squeezing him tighter and tighter until eventually there would be nothing left. All he could think about was Eddie, it was the only thought the darkness let slip through. He asked himself the same question over and over again never getting an answer; why didn't he just listen? Why didn't Eddie turn and run back to the portal home like Steve had told him to? If he had then maybe things would be different right now, maybe he wouldn't feel as alone as he had when he was a child, as he had most of his life.

Losing Eddie brought him back to those times when he was young, not only to the forgotten Mother’s and Father’s days, but the missed birthday’s and Christmases, Easter's and Thanksgiving’s spent alone with take out for dinner and no one to share them with. It reminded him that in the blink of an eye those closest to him, the people he loved, could so easily leave him one way or another. Just like his parents, just like Eddie… even the kids.

And it turned into a year of Steve living in that seemingly eternal and all consuming darkness. A gaping black hole within him that was forged at too young an age, one that was getting harder and harder to try and fill with each passing moment trapped within the darkness. He was starting to think he would never be able to get out… a small part of him even wondered if he wanted to.

It was Dustin who broke the spell. Came to Steve one day spouting all sorts about one of his latest gadgets, something Steve didn't quite understand, and he was sure it had picked up a transmission from Eddie in the upside down. And suddenly the light started peeking through the curtains again. From the moment Dustin told him about the transmission, Steve fought like hell to get Eddie back, and to his surprise, despite everything the kids had already been through with the upside down, they stood by him every step of the way. Each step closer to possibly finding Eddie and getting his back, was a step further out of the darkness, and the kids were more than willing to help guide him no matter what.

When Dustin’s lead pulled through and they finally got Eddie back, when he was finally right before Steve’s very eyes, in the flesh and real, that was the moment Steve decided he was done living his life through the darkness. He was done letting it constantly win. He decided it was time to stop living his life consumed by those holes in his heart and instead started filling them.

The kids had already started filling a few, even though he hadn't even noticed. Robin had helped fill some too, along with Hopper and Joyce, hell, even Wayne filled a few. And now Eddie. Eddie had filled what remained, what was still gaping or even slightly cracked open, was now bursting with the light that could only be Eddie Munson. He was the missing puzzle piece Steve had been looking for his entire life, and this first time he kissed Eddie it all finally clicked into place.

Years of neglect, of settling into the void because it had become comfortable to Steve, normal, was finally over. His parents, the missed holidays and milestones in his life, it was suddenly no longer a burden he felt himself carrying, because he didn't need to anymore. Now he had his own family, perfect in its own mismatched, rag tag way, filling him with light before he even realized it was happening. And unlike his parents, he was never letting it go.

But despite all of that, despite his found family healing him in every way that mattered, changing his outlook on life, Steve still finds himself surprised one day when a knock sounds at the door. It had been over a year since they saved Eddie and closed the upside down for good, eleven months since they first kissed, ten since they said I love you, and seven since they moved in together. And when he opened the door he was not surprised to find all the kids there waiting to be let into their second home, but he was surprised when he was berated by a myriad of various coloured wrapping papers and mylar balloons shoved in his face as they all marched inside.

"What's all this?" He asked, getting no answer as they passed him.

They were all too busy chattering amongst themselves, clearly on some kind of mission that Steve was not yet privy to.

But as it usually was, it was Dustin who finally gave him an answer as he turned back, held out a large box wrapped in blue paper with baseballs on it, and said, "Happy Father’s day, Steve!" Then ran off into the backyard to join the other kids.

Steve stood in the front hallway for a while and just stared down at the box in his hands, before eventually walking to stand at the back door, watching all the kids with a dropped jaw and no words to express his feelings. So he just watched. He watched as the kids broke off into seemingly preorganized groups. The girls were set to work on setting up a gift table and spreading out the mylar balloons around the patio, while the boys were setting up a table filled with containers of food and hanging streamers from the roof, trees, and shrubs.

Eddie walked up beside him then, wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him in to kiss his cheek.

"What is all this?" Steve asked again, still confused.

"Like Dustin said, happy Father’s day!" He smiled and turned to face Steve. "It was the kids' idea. They know you've always had mixed feelings about the holidays, especially this one, but they wanted to give you a good memory, especially after everything we've all been through over the last few years. So they asked if they could throw you a Father’s day party in the back yard today, and how could I say no to their cute little faces? I also couldn't say no to Hopper and Joyce when they asked to join us, because apparently Hopper's homemade burgers are to die for."

"I…" Steve started, still not quite understanding, "But I'm not a father."

"Of course you are," Eddie stated plainly, "we both are. We have six unruly, but wonderful kids currently running a muck in our backyard. Six kids who love you very much."

"I…"

"Babe, we all know that holidays for you as a kid weren't great, so the kids wanted to start replacing the bad memories with good ones. They want you to know that you have given them everything that you never got, because you are an amazing father, and this is their way of showing you that. So, happy Father’s day, Stevie, you deserve it."

Steve had no words, he was smiling too wide to even try to talk anyway. So instead he just lifted up and kissed Eddie, flooded as much love and light as he could manage through it.

When they parted, Eddie was beaming just as strongly as Steve. "Come on, let's go and have a great Father’s day with our kids and start making those good memories together."

Which is exactly what they did. And just like that Steve found himself sucked deeply into a holiday he once dreaded, with a family he feared he would never have. It wasn't long before the darkness within him completely faded, and even sooner when he realized that where he once shrouded himself with it, he now lived only in light. And with the kids, with Eddie, and the rest of their family surrounding him, he even found that the holidays weren't so bad anymore. Anticipated rather dreaded, especially Father’s day.

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A/N: Well, it’s a couple days later then I promised, but I hope you all like it. And if anyone ever had any prompts you’d like to throw my way, send me a message or an ask and I’ll see what I can come up with <3

#eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steddie fluff #angst #just a little #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington/eddie munson #fluff #fathers day #mothers day #happy ending

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lizzie-boo · 2 years

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Happy Father’s Day

Steve Harrington x Female!Reader

Words: 590

A/N: Just a little father’s day story I thought up. Hopefully, you enjoy it.

Summary: You try to play a prank on Steve and it leads to some unintended consequences.

“Happy father’s day!” I exclaim as Steve walks in the door, having just finished a double shift at Family Video.

“What are you talking about?” His brow quirks as he kicks his shoes off next to the door.

He makes his way into the bedroom to change and I follow behind him, almost walking into him when he abruptly stops in the doorway.

“What’s that?” He points towards the small wrapped present sitting on the bed.

Nudging him into the room he takes the hint and sits on the edge of the bed. Pulling the box onto his lap he eyes it confused.

“Is it a father’s day gift?”

“Yup,” I tell him while bouncing on the balls of my feet.

“You do know I don’t have any kids right? Unless you count the party but if your counting them then this should really be a mother’s day gift,” he jokes. I let a laugh escape before gesturing for him to open the box.

He rips through the wrapping paper, dropping it next to his feet. Gently he slides the lid off the box, eyes widening when he sees the contents. One singular positive pregnancy test nestled among the paper confetti. He looks up at me mouth agape and I place a hand over my mouth to cover my laugh. His face falls the instant he notices me trying to contain my laughter.

“It’s a prank?” he asks.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. Robin said it would be funny, she was even able to get me a real positive test.”

The test falls from his hand as if it had burnt him. Staring at it in horror he mumbles, “That means some random person has peed on this. And I touched it!” His voice raises an octave and I’m sent into another fit of laughter.

“So it was fine when you thought it was my pee but knowing it’s someone else’s is where you cross the line?”

“Ugh, yeah.”

I cross the room and bend down to pick up the offending test. Leaving the room I drop it in the trash can and head back to the bedroom to find Steve deep in thought.

“What’s wrong baby?” I ask as I come to stand between his legs.

“Nothing, I just got excited about the thought of having a baby with you.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I should’ve thought this out more. Is there anything I can do to make it better?”

His arms snake around my waist and come to rest just above my butt. Leaning up he captures my lips in a kiss. Breaking away he whispers against my lips, “We could always make it a reality.”

“You wanna make a baby right now?” I raise a brow and he smirks at me. His hands slide up my back before pulling me down with him onto the bed.

“I think it sounds like a really good idea,” he says as he shifts so that his body covers mine.

He takes his time placing kisses down my neck before asking, “So what do you think?”

“I think it’s time to stop talking and get to work then.”

The laugh that Steve lets out is enough to make my stomach flip. He doesn’t get very long to laugh though because before he knows it I have him pulled back down, lips melded together in a heated kiss. We spend the rest of the night with our bodies tangled together and in the morning I have no doubt that our nighttime activities were a success.

#stranger things imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington x fem!reader #Steve Harrington fic #stranger things #father's day #prank #Female reader #reader #x reader #reader insert

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apomaro-mellow · 10 months

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The Bright Side S01E03: Brace Yourselves

S01E02

Steve was watching some mindless tv when El came through the front door, bags in hand from the mall.

"Someone was busy", Steve commented as she placed them right on the coffee table.

"I went to the mall!", she exclaimed, exuberant.

"Clearly. Whatjda get?"

"I got some shirts, some new scrunchies, I'm basically revamping my whole wardrobe. Max said I should've when we moved."

Steve nodded along as he watched her take more stuff out of bags. He noticed two new bracelets on her left wrist. And then another two on the other.

"New accessory?"

"Some guy at a kiosk was selling them. And I couldn't say no."

"You gotta be careful around those kiosk guys. They're ruthless", Steve said. "Remember when me and Robin worked at a keychain kiosk?"

El got a haunted look in her eyes. "I'd never seen her so aggressively nice. But they're cute right?"

"Yeah. Cute. Just make sure you avoid their eyes. We kiosk folk can smell weakness."

"Aren't you working at a gas station now?"

"Once a kiosk guy, always a kiosk guy."

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"You're still wearing that?", Max asked when El showed up to school with one of the four bracelets she had bought that weekend.

"I think it's a nice bracelet. And I don't have a ton of accessories."

"You know what that means? More mall time", Max decided.

"Hey El", Mike greeted. "Nice bracelet."

"Thanks", El blushed.

"Yeah, I really like the color, uh green."

"Smooth", Will rolled his eyes.

"Maybe I'll get more. They've got a ton of colors", El beamed.

"Cool", Mike said.

"Cool", she said.

"Okay, since we're all cool, how's about we get to class?", Lucas cut in before either one could trip over their words.

"I'm right behind you", Will said.

The bell rang and the whole group went into their classroom. El was determined to get more bracelets if Mike liked them so much.

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After school, Jim and Hopper were in the living room, taking some planks out of a box when Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Will all walked in without even knocking.

"Hello children who don't live here", Jim greeted.

"Where's El? Didn't she walk home with you guys?", Steve asked.

"No, she said she was gonna stop by the mall before coming back", Dustin said as he made himself comfortable on the couch.

"What are you guys doing?", Mike asked.

"Putting together a shelf", Steve answered as he removed the last piece from the box.

Will's eyes narrowed a bit. "Is this because of what my mom said?"

"No/Yes", Jim and Steve both answered at the same time.

"Little Miss Byers seems to think I can't put together a shelf as good as this Bob guy", Jim said, basically contradicting himself.

"It is a pretty nice shelf", Will said. "Now Jonathan had a place for his camera stuff."

"Yeah, well I can beat that", Jim said.

"I don't know", Steve took out the instructions and began looking through it. "This looks...not easy. Where'd you get this thing?"

"New place. Ikea", Jim said as he grabbed one piece. "It's a shelf. I don't need instructions. Just hand me that other piece."

Steve did as he was told and Jim started to hammer away at the shelf parts.

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Meanwhile, El was by the kiosk again, looking at the different selection of rubber bracelets. Not only were there several colors, but many of them combined colors. She wondered what Mike liked other than green. Maybe he'd like blue? Or yellow?

"Please tell me you're not thinking about which one Mike would like", Max said, arms crossed.

"What if I am?"

"He's a boy. And boys don't notice when girls do things for them."

El's face screwed in thought. "Like that time you wore your hair in a ponytail and Lucas didn't say anything?"

"Exactly! I spent like ten minutes getting it just right only for him to not notice! I was in the bathroom forever!"

"10 minutes is forever?"

"It's long enough. And too long for a guy who doesn't notice details. Like Mike."

"Mike noticed today though. Maybe he'll notice a new one. And maybe bracelets can be my thing."

"They most certainly can", said the employee, waiting for the right moment to strike. "These kinds of bracelets can make a statement. But if you want something more versatile..."

Some time later, El came through the door, five bracelets on each wrist and a suspiciously large plastic bag in her hand. All eyes turned towards her.

"...Whatcha got there?", Steve asked.

"Just some...stuff. Whatcha got there?", she gestured to whatever Steve and Jim were doing.

"Building a shelf!", Jim shouted from underneath a pile of shelf pieces.

"You know, eventually", Steve added.

"Why are you guys here?", El asked the boys.

"Enjoying the show", Lucas answered.

"Also, we agreed to hang here after school", Dustin said.

Will nodded. "Yeah what took you so long?"

"I was getting more bracelets."

"Well, we gotta be getting home now", Mike said. "Good luck with the shelf?"

"I don't need luck I'm an expert craftsman", Jim said.

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The next morning, El jingled down the stairs, having evolved from rubber bracelets to beaded ones with charms.

"When Hopper said he needed to put a bell on you, I don't think that's what he meant", Steve said, already in the kitchen getting breakfast together.

"Where is he anyway?", El asked.

Steve pointed through the entryway towards the living room. El poked her head out and saw Jim sitting in his chair, staring pensively at an indescribable arrangement of wood that was supposed to be a shelf. El quietly went back into the kitchen.

"When did he get up?", she whispered.

"I don't think he went to sleep last night", Steve confessed.

El mouthed 'wow' and Steve nodded.

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Steve was in the middle of ringing up a customer while Robin restocked the candy.

"Okay, I've see another bag of Skittles I'm gonna puke the rainbow. Your turn to restock the shelves", she said.

"If I see another shelf I'm gonna puke. And it's not gonna be rainbows", Steve said.

"Your dad still hasn't finished the one he started. Hasn't it been days?"

Like on cue, the phone for the gas station rang. Steve answered it.

"Steve? Come home, I've had a breakthrough. But I need four hands for this."

Steve let out a sigh. "Four whole hands?"

"Today is the day this gets finished. I can feel it."

Jim hung up and Steve pinched the bridge of his nose as Robin walked over to the register.

"Uh, hey, isn't that your sister and her friends?"

Steve looked up to see El walking in the direction of home with another heavy looking back, bracelets up to her forearms and a few on her ankles as well. And if his eyes were deceiving him, some threaded friendship bracelets held her hair up. Steve held up a finger.

"One family member break down at a time."

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Steve was aching and tired and Jim was sweating and the shelf was nowhere near being done.

"What are we even building anymore? A bedframe? A tv stand? I can't remember."

"It's a shelf and it's getting done whether it likes it or not", Jim said, holding his hammer threateningly at the object.

"You guys are obsessed", El said from the couch. The bracelets now went up to her elbows, up her calves, and there were even some tied to her belt. Rubber, beaded, threaded, charms and all.

"El...has anyone told you about your bracelets?", Steve asked.

"Mike said he liked my green one."

"Which one?", Jim asked, looking at her like it was his first time seeing her.

"Ummm, it'sss...it's around here somewhere", El said as she looked up and down her arms, moving other bracelets out of the way.

"I think you could stand to lose a few", Steve said.

"But bracelets are my thing!"

"Is not-standing your thing too?", Jim asked.

"I can stand!" El suddenly got to her feet but with her equilibrium off, she teetered before falling back onto the couch. "Well! Can you stand? You've been up for nights trying to build that thing."

Jim immediately shot up to his feet only to just as immediately fall face first onto the ground.

"Steve?"

"Yeah, Hop?"

"I'm callin' it quits with this shelf."

"Okay."

"Steve?"

"Yeah, El?"

"I think I should call it quits with these bracelets."

"Okay."

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"You don't need to ask Mr. Bob to fix it", Jonathan said as he snapped pictures of the mess of pieces. "It's actually a pretty good commentary about progress at the expense of tradition."

"Uh, yeah. Either way, make sure he makes it over here. I want a shelf. Not art", Jim said, swirling his coffee around. "What's happening out there?", he asked, gesturing to the backyard.

"A holy ceremony", Jonathan said cryptically.

All of the kids stood around El and Erica Sinclair.

Lucas stood as an officiator. "Do you, El Hopper, agree to relinquish all ownership over these accessories and transfer all titles?"

"I do", El said.

"And do you, Erica Sinclair, promise to care for these bracelets, so long as they are in your possession?"

"I do", Erica replied.

"Then let the transfer be done", Lucas ordered.

El and Erica shook hands. Then El slid all the bracelets on that arm onto Erica's. She did the same to the other arm. And then pushed a cardboard box with the rest towards her.

"What're you even gonna do with all those?", Dustin asked.

"Turn a profit", Erica said as she picked up the box. "Girl scouts go crazy for these things."

Episode 4

#apo writes #stranger things #fanfiction #jim hopper #el hopper #steve harrington #happy father's day

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pez-and-quiet · 10 months

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Happy Father’s Day to Jim Hopper & Mr.Sinclair the most amazing fucking dads in the Stranger Things universe

As well as the positive male figures in Dustin, Max, Will and Mike’s lives

Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson & Jonathan Byers y’all are so important in those kids lives!!

And a glad fuck you to Ted Wheeler, Max’s stepdad, Lonnie Byers and Martian Brenner

edit: ( can’t believe I forgot this)

And a huge fuck you to Mr.Harrington, although you aren’t canonicly abusive and an asshole to Steve you are in the majority of the fan works (at least the ones I’ve seen) Hopper is absolutely Steve’s real dad

#robin buckley #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #byler #fathers day #jim hopper #hopper adopted eleven #fuck you ted wheeler

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steddieonbigboy · 10 months

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It starts because El asked him what Father's Day is. She goes to Steve because he doesn't know things sometimes so is always kind about explaining when he knows something she doesn't.

After he’s told her all about the day, she asks Steve if he’ll make a card with her to show her what to do. Once they’ve finished, El asks if he's gonna give it to his dad and Steve says he isn't because he doesn't get on with him. He jokes that Hopper is more of a dad to him than his actual father.

El of course runs with that and tells him he should give the card to Hopper like she is. And Steve can't turn her down when she asks him to do anything, so promises he will.

So, on the morning of father's day, Steve grabs a couple of beers and his shitty little homemade card and drives over to see Hopper.

And Steve is weirdly super nervous and can barely bring himself to knock on the door, but the minute Hopper opens the door, it's like there's nothing on earth that could stop him from thrusting his card and beers at the poor unsuspecting man.

Hopper takes his offerings with a bemused smile on his face that quickly turns fond when he realises what he’s just been given. He pulls Steve into a crushing hug and Steve can’t help the tears that prick at his eyes from the feeling. He doesn’t even remember the last time his actual father hugged him, if ever.

Steve manages to get out a choked, "Happy father’s day, Hop," before he steps back.

Hopper just smiles at him with misty eyes, "Thanks, son."

The following year, Steve’s the one asking El if she wants to make cards with him for father’s day.

#hopper’s been his dad all along he was just waiting for steve to figure it out #steve harrington #jim hopper #dad hopper #stranger things #fathers day #mine

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phantomeatingtoast · 2 years

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Happy fathers day to these mf :)

#steddie #their so cute lol #dustin (and the rest of Hawkins kids) wish them a happy fathers day #they look like dads in this 🤨#eddie and steve #stranger things #bisexual steve harrington #gay eddie munson

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shares-a-vest · 8 months

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Steve looks up from his magazine, one of Keith’s many car subscriptions that he is gifted as leftovers, to find Dustin not not looking straight at him and fiddling with the same copy of Hello! Dolly he had picked up a solid ten minutes ago.

He is fairly certain he knows Dustin’s movie preferences. And they don’t include Barbara Streisand’s matchmaking through song and big hats.

Dustin turns away, revealing a backpack that now sports a gigantic Hellfire patch sewn onto the front pocket, courtesy of Robin and Eddie’s joint sewing endeavours.

“Henderson!” Steve calls, frowning.

Nothing. The kid might as well be twiddling his goddamn thumbs as he chances a glance over he shoulder, very obviously hearing him.

Steve snaps the magazine shut and rounds the counter to the musical section. But Dustin scampers away, setting a steady pace as he comically power walks down the split horror-comedy aisle in order to double back to the front of the store.

“Hey! What the hell, man?” Steve says, taking a few strides to get ahead of the kid so Dustin is blocked right between him and the front candy display, “What the hell is up with you?”

He probably sounds more accusatory than curious, judging by Dustin’s wide and panicked eyes. The boy shrugs and looks away.

Yeah, Dustin not talking and not blabbering away about anything, let alone whatever it is that’s up? Fucking weird.

Steve looks him over, examining his young friend’s movements as he shuffles on the spot and periodically scuffs his sneakers on the sun-faded green carpet.

“Um, uhhh...” Dustin hums after a long pause.

Still strangely incomprehensible for him – but it’s something, at least.

“What is it?” he asks, voice low as he searches for a shred of eye contact.

“Do you, I dunno... maybe...” Dustin trails off, gesturing in the air as a pair of nervous eyebrows disappear up under the Cubs cap Steve gifted him for Christmas 1984.

Not that Dustin cares about the Cubs – then or now.

Dustin slips his hands under his backpack straps and rocks on the spot as he continues prattling on.

“Do you wanna hang out on Sunday? I mean, if you don’t have a date or anything.”

The kid sticks out his bottom lip and rolls his eyes, not at all appearing as casual as he seems to want to be.

“Sure,” Steve shrugs, confused.

Jesus Christ, since when is this kid all nervous about hanging out?

“Steve,” Dustin sighs deeply, pinching his nose (good, back to his bratty, if a little exasperated, self), “Sunday is Father's Day.”

“Oh.”

He must have passed by the greeting card display at Melvad’s, over and over during every lunch break as he headed in for a can of soda and whatever non Family Video-sponsored candy Keith was craving.

It’s not like he had any reason to remember. His folks haven’t been home since the ‘earthquake’ and they almost never call. Hell, he has enough of a time conversing at any length when his mother does call, let alone asking her to put his father on the phone.

Not that he wants to talk to his non-college attending, barely-high school graduate son who works minimum wage retail and has no girlfriend, anyway.

Not that all of that matters much when Dustin is looking back at him with a rare sadness in his eyes.

“I mean, your dad isn’t home – obviously,” Dustin starts, though not quite as harsh as his usual barbs, “And Will spends the day with Hop now. Eddie and Wayne go fishing. And I would be going to visit my grandpa but he and Nanna went on a cruise. I think they went – ”

“Sure, buddy,” he blurts out, offering a pat on the shoulder to make up for inadvertently cutting the kid off. He pauses and frowns, “But what about your mom?”

Dustin shrugs, “She wants to have a girl’s day with Valerie.”

Ah, yes. Valerie Richardson, Claudia Henderson’s best friend and Hawkins’ biggest town gossip courtesy of her job as the receptionist at the doctor’s office. Steve can’t help but laugh – Valerie really knows her stuff.

“I’m assuming their girl’s day will involve a charcuterie board and wine?”

“Charcuterie,” Dustin mutters, beyond displeased at the thought of dips, fruit and water crackers – a far cry from his mother’s prized lasagne.

“Alright,” Steve announces, rubbing his hands together, “We’d better pick out some movies. I’m thinking we hit the arcade, then have a movie marathon over the cheesiest of pizzas...”

Dustin grins.

#i hope this came across more as a brotherly relationship and not steve as a parent figure #i'm tentatively writing some father-related stuff this week (it's father's day in aus this sunday)#my goal is to write a little something each day but my week is shaping up to be all over the place so i'll see how i go #steve harrington #dustin henderson #stranger things #stranger things 4 #steve harrington headcanon #claudia henderson #lilys ficlets #st: father's day edition

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ickypuppi3 · 2 years

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thinking about that scene in shameless where ian says that mickeys a coward who’s scared of his dad

thinking about how that could fit a little too well with steve and billy

thinking about how steve doesn’t know when to/isn’t able to stop himself when he’s angry (see: jonathan)

thinking about how easily billy cries

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #this could possibly count as #nasty!steve #wow i love pain #angst for the sake of angst #i love making my own day worse #i love steve being an actual human being who’s allowed to be an asshole and make mistakes and be angry #i don’t love billy being sad #but you gotta do what you gotta do #let the boys argue #you know the whole #‘you think you're a tough man? you're not. you're coward’#‘fuck you you don’t understand’#‘i understand better than anyone. you're afraid of your father’#yeah exactly #ickyspeaks

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hannahhook7744 · 10 months

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Not My Dad (But Close Enough);

Summary: Richard Harrington has received only 3 father's days gifts in his lifetime. Jack Hagan and Andy Perkins get the rest of them. Trigger Warnings: Severe child neglect, friendships falling apart, bad teachers, parental death, child injuries, theft, etc. Inspired loosely by (Link).

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It was at age 6 that Steve realized gifting his dad anything for Father's Day was a lost cause.

The realization came only after he heard both Tommy and Carol (his new friends to the end) talk about how much their dads had loved their gifts last year and the years previous.

After he heard them talk about how their dads still had their cards.

How their dads had spent the whole day with them.

The stories had caused his heart to ache and it must have shown in his expression or his body language, because Tommy and Carol quickly changed the subject and didn't allow Tina or anyone else to discuss the topic with him afterwards.

Not that Steve noticed at the time, because all he could think about in the days leading up to Father's Day was how differently his best friends' dads acted in comparison to his own.

His dad never complimented his Father's Days' gifts.

His dad never spared his Father's Days' cards a second glance.

His dad never ever spent an hour, let alone the WHOLE day with him, not even on his birthday.

Heck, Steve wasn't even sure his dad had ever smiled at him.

It didn't take a genius to come to the conclusion that Mr Richard Steven Harrington didn't care about Father's Day.

(Or to realize that he didn't care about Steve, either, for that matter).

So Steve didn't give him a gift that year, wondering if he'd even

(He didn't).

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When Steve was 7, he had a kid in his class whose dad had died.

It was that Father's day that Steve learned that you could legally give Father's Day gifts (and Mother's Day gifts too) to whoever you wanted.

"If they make you feel loved and look out for you when your own father or mother can't or won't, then they are just as deserving of a Mother or Father's Day present. Even if they don't ask for it. Because just about anyone can be a mother or a father, but not everyone can be a mom or dad." Ms Honey had said.

Steve couldn't help but feel as if she was looking right at him when she said, even though she was speaking to the kid with the dead dad.

So he took her words to heart and started working on not one but two cards.

One for Mr. Hagan who took him fishing the previous year and one for Mr. Perkins who had driven him to school when he caught him walking home in the snow one day.

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8 year old Steve Harrington made two Father's Day cards again.

One for Mr. Hagan who taught him how to tie his shoes and how to ride a bike.

The other for Mr. Perkins who drove him to school every day he didn't have work and who took him to the store on Mother's Day so he could buy his Mother's Day gifts (one for Mrs. Hagan and one for Mrs. Perkins).

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12 year old Steve Harrington continued his five year tradition of making multiple Father's Day cards.

But instead of two he made 4.

One for his really nice Teacher Mr. Clarke—who did his best to help Steve understand the material without making him feel stupid—who awkwardly accepted the gift when he was given it after class.

One for Coach Jenkins—who gave Steve's teachers hell for giving him a hard time when he asked questions—who cried when he got it

One for Mr. Hagan who took him on his annual family vacation to see his mother up in New York when he learned that Steve was alone for Christmas.

And the last for Mr. Perkins who didn't yell at Steve for liking girly things when he caught him watching reruns of 'I love Lucy' one early Monday morning.

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At sixteen years old, Steve Harrington found himself hesitating to make Father's Day cards for the first time in 9 years.

Unsure of how Mr.Hagan and Mr.Perkins would take receiving the gifts after his recent falling out with their respective children.

But then he started remembering things.

Things like:

Mr. Hagan leaving work early to take him home from the hospital after Steve had broken his arm in 5th grade. After no one but Tommy and Carol had gone to the hospital to comfort him, and take care of him.

And

Mr. Hagan saving him and teaching him how to swim after he found him near drowned in his own pool.

Things like:

Mr.Perkins teaching him how to read while having dyslexia like he and Steve both did.

And

Mr.Perkins helping him with his homework for a good three hours after Carol was done with hers.

Things like:

Mr. Hagan and Mr. Perkins (and their wives) taking turns taking care of Steve, Tommy, and Carol when they all ended up with the flu.

And

Mr. Hagan and Mr. Perkins both reading him, Tommy, and Carol the riot act after they were caught shoplifting and taken to the station.

He remembered how just last week Mr. Perkins had offered to take him out for pizza after he and Tommy and the basketball team won their game.

He remembered how just yesterday Mr. Perkins had helped him change the tire to his charge after he got a flat while on the road.

How they had done far more for him in his 16 years of life than his own father had.

So, Steve didn't hesitate for a second longer and grabbed his keys.

Deciding that he'd keep sending Tommy and Carol's parents' mother and Father's day presents and cards until they told him themselves to stop.

Even if Tommy and Carol didn't like it.

(No one ended up saying anything to him that year or the next. Or the next. Or the next decade.

Mr. Hagan still took him fishing.

Mr. Perkins still helped him change his flat tires.

And their wives (along with Mrs. Henderson) still fussed over him like they had when he was 6 years old with a scraped knee).

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