#steve headcannon

[astheskycries]

Thank you!!! And I have to go Steve please!

You got it! Soft Steve tickles coming up, though I admit this became more of a head cannon than the Drabble I was expecting to happen...

Now if there's anything Steve loves, it's you. But not just you, as tempting as you are. He loves to spoil you, pleasure you, tease you more than you could stand. He adores making you smile and laugh, and of course his favorite way is also your favorite way. Steve loves to have you pinned beneath him, giggling and squirming as his fingers lightly tease over you- belly, sides, up your ribs and back down to repeat the maddeningly light touches all over again. He kisses over your neck, letting his beard and scruff tease the sensitive skin there- and he left if on purpose of course, he has to have all options ready to please his best girl on her birthday. He won't stop until you're a giggling pile on the floor, ready for him to claim and spoil until well after midnight.

It is your birthday, after all.

I really really hope you like this, and once again happy belated birthday!

#tickle tuesday #steve #Steve rogers #steve headcannon #steve rogers #steve rogers headcannon #steve rogers headcanon #captain america #captain america headcanon #tickling #tickle headcannon #tickling headcannon #steve tickle headcannon #steve rogers tickle headcannon

[ssweetleaf]

stevie really loves fingering you while making out so you can cry against his mouth and he can sloppily make out with your neck and just be close to you while you cry for him

includes: SMUT 18+, fingering, daddy kink, praise

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

You were sobbing into his kiss, mouth parted and tongue lolling from your mouth, little dribbles of spit sliding down your chin with how fucked out you felt from just his fingers alone.

Steve’s thick digits pumped inside of you, curling upwards and nudging at that sweet spot that resided in your gummy walls, easing out whiny mewls, just to swallow them down when he pressed his mouth on yours.

“There ya go, atta girl,” he mumbled, speech muffled from your spit slick lips, running his tongue along your teeth and sucking on your tongue, crude, wet sounds filled the stuffy bedroom. “Don’t even have to think, honey, I’ll do all the thinkin’ for ya.”

You garbled out a high-pitched moan, squealing when he brought his thumb up to rub against your poor little clit. Steve pressed kisses to any expanse of skin he could find, suckling at your neck and marking you as his, pupils blown completely, the only thought in his head was you and your sweet pussy.

“Daddy’ll do all the work, don’t you worry, hon.” You whined at his nickname, feeling yourself completely drop into that subby space, pussy clenching tight, creaming on his fingers, your arousal squelching and slipping down his wrist.

He mouthed at your neck, nuzzling his face into the crook of it and nudging his nose over your pulse point, sponging a fat, wet kiss to the thumpthumpthump of your heartbeat he felt.

“Could do this for hours, sweet girl,” he hummed, eyes squeezing shut at the throbbing inside his pants. “Love having my fingers inside you just as much as I love havin’ my mouth on ya, honey.”

#Steve harrington smut #Steve harrington x reader #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #stranger things blurb #stranger things headcannon #stranger things imagine

[thegoblinboy]

Whenever Steve and Eddie ever get into a inconvenient argument (which are rare) Eddie always makes sure to storm to his room before it can be resolved. He has even gone as far as forcing Steve to break up with him for a solid twenty minutes. (Of course they don’t really break up) Only so he can blare “Goodbye to Romance” by Ozzy. Like I love this idea that Steve is Eddie’s first person he’s ever dated and possibly the last and he’s irrationally upset he doesn’t get to have the full effect of break up music. Just-

Eddie: *music blaring from his his room with the door closed*

Dustin: What pissed in his cheerios?

Steve: *calmly reading a newspaper* I broke up with him

Eddie: *faintly in the background yelling as the song loops and restarts again* everybody’s having fun, except me I’m the lonely one, I live in shaaaameee. I say Goodbye to romance!

Dustin: you what?!

Eddie: *aggressively singing louder* I’VE BEEN THE KING IVE BEEN THE CLOWN NOW BROKEN WINGS CANT HOLD ME DOWN- I’m free again THE JESTER WITH THE BROKEN CROWN IT WONT BE ME THIS TIME.

*loud smacking noise*

Steve: *not looking up from what he was reading* you okay munson!

Eddie: Stevie? Can you help me?

Steve: *folding the paper up as he calmly stands up stretching a bit, checking his watch* that was barely five minutes of being single and he’s nearly killed himself. Welp, now I have to ask him to by boyfriend for the numerous time this week.

#headcannon #Steddie #Eddie munson is dramatic #Steve harrington just goes with it #stranger things #incorrect quotes

[imfinereallyy]

Eddie coming home drunk and staring longingly at a picture of Steve. “I wonder when my husband will come back from the war. I miss you so.”

Steve walks out to see his boyfriend plastered, almost kissing the frame. “Babe, I was in the bathroom. Also, as much as this pains me, we aren’t married.

Eddie, completely unfazed by his misplaced longing. “Yet, we aren’t married yet.”

Steve's face softens as he walks over to kiss Eddie on the forehead, “Yea, babe. Not yet.”

#steddie #drunk and in love #Steve Harrington being the biggest softy we know #steddie headcannon #steve harrington #eddie munson #my writing #stranger things

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

My headcannon is that no one in the party would feel the need to give them the shovel talk because they know Eddie and Steve well enough to know that they gave the shovel talk to each other. (Edit: Sorry, I meant to themselves, lmao)

Steve: *talking aggressively to his reflection in the mirror* If you hurt this guy, I will give you another concussion, asshole.

Robin: 🤨

Meanwhile, in the Munson trailer, Wayne was watching his nephew do the same exact thing.

Eddie: *glaring at his reflection* Listen up, motherfucker, if you hurt this angel I will reign hellfire and cast you out as Dungeon Master, got me?

Wayne: 🙄

#stranger things #eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things s4 #eddie stranger things #eddie munson lives #steve harrington #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #robin buckley #wayne munson #steddie headcannons #stranger things headcanons

[madelynraemunson]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 (𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲) 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 ✨ — a steve harrington one shot fic

modern!sperm donor!steve x modern!pregnant!fem!reader

Summary: It’s hard to find ‘forever’ in a world that glorifies hook-up culture. After multiple failed relationships, you start to believe that your dream of having a family someday will only be just that — a DREAM. That is until you stumble across The Baby Gate Foundation, a family planning organization that helps qualifying Strangers start families with one another.

disclaimers — fluff overload, strangers to friends to lovers, some angst, reader goes by “Honey”,

NSFW — very brief smut, p in v sex (unprotected), breeding kink, cream pie, soft!dom steve

word count — 6.0k words

“So… what’s your favorite color?”

It’s the most aggravating question to ask when wading in the Dating Pool — and unfortunately the most frequent. But you figure at least asking about Steve Harrington’s favorite color is a good ‘precursor question’ when trying to get to know him. After all, you are the one carrying his child.

“Cerulean,” the handsome stranger from across the table replies.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a type of blue.”

“You could’ve just said blue.”

“What’s the fun in that?”

You issue him a touché type nod as you gently place your folded hands over your growing bump…a bump that was a byproduct of an ordeal that he wasn’t even present to participate in.

Before you knew him as Steve Harrington, he was just Stranger #021 whose sperm donation gave you the gift of life. The gift of having a little one of your own.

And it was about time you started a family. It has been a dream of yours — once you bagged your dream job and got to travel the world — to get married and have kids. But apparently the person you spent 6 years with did not share that dream, despite having told you he did in the beginning stages of your partnership.

Are you crazy? How dare you think your ex wanted a family after he explicitly told you he wanted you to marry him and have his kids? Silly lady. You actually thought he meant what he said.

And Steve Harrington’s baby daddy application seemed impossible to resist. The Baby Gate Foundation disclosed to you that Stranger #021 has no physical ailments, was a star athlete in high school, isn’t a carrier for any chronic illnesses, and passed a mental health and drug clearance.

Your baby is very likely to come out healthy and, now that you’ve gotten a good general idea of the guy, will hopefully inherit Steve’s luscious chestnut brown hair, his radiant smile, sparkling eyes, and kind nature. A healthy baby. A healthy family. It’s all you’ve ever wanted.

“Your stomach feeling okay?” Steve inquires.

“Yeah,” you smile. “I just like touching it sometimes. It still doesn’t feel real.”

When selected, Steve jumped for joy. And you bet he started doing cartwheels when your pregnancy test came out positive. My dick still works! he remembers saying.

Having been a foster parent to many teenagers in the past, Steve also felt ready to have a kid of his own. But then his first long term girlfriend of three years cheated on him, and then his next long term girlfriend left him when she realized a family with him was not what she wanted. Steve was practically on the same boat as you. And the stars aligned…

“So I was thinking…when you’re in what’s considered a ‘safe’ point in your pregnancy, say second trimester… we can do cute pregnancy announcements,” Steve suggests.

Your eyes glimmer at the thought.

“As coparents of course!” Steve makes sure to add. “A-and then we can have a gender reveal. We can choose the theme and ideas for it later but I’m just thinking of an intimate cake cutting thing….pink frosting, obviously for girl…”

“And cerulean for boy,” you smirk at him, finishing his thought.

He chuckles at your comment. “Yes, cerulean for boy.”

You two then begin to brainstorm the minor details. Signing up for parenting classes. Check-up appointments. Your baby registry. Ironing out the details so that you both can relish in the pregnancy as much as possible.

When you’re done, Steve then pays for your lunch and you two go separate ways. But not before a long, grateful hug.

“Thank you,” you whisper into his ear. “You’ve made my dream come true.”

“I am just as indebted,” Steve insists, giving your back a loving rub. “I’ve always wanted to be a father.”

You decide to not let go until Steve breaks the hug. But little did you know that was Steve’s plan too. So you both stand there, in the middle of the mall food court swaying back and forth, waiting patiently for the other to let go because to be honest, you never know what a simple ‘I see you’ hug can do for somebody.

Finally, Steve pulls away.

“Listen, uh, Honey,” he says. “I hope this doesn’t sound weird because technically we don’t really know each other…but I already care about you so deeply. You’re the mother of my child. I want to be as involved as possible.”

“I care about you too Steve,” you beam at him. “And I feel like our healing journeys are coming to an end. I’m so excited to come together with another person who has the same goals in life.”

And that is all that’s said during that exchange. You hope that throughout your pregnancy, you and Steve can have more coparent dates to really get to know each other. You love that he feels safe and trustworthy, willing to put his all into the child that he, and many many medical experts helped you create. And you hope that as your baby grows up, you will find a lifelong partner like Steve someday.

“So how’d it go?”

You’re over at your best friend, Eddie’s apartment talking to him about your day. Eddie has been your best friend since middle school, bearing witness to every wonderful milestone — and tragedy — that has plagued your life ever since. Your decision to become a mother on your own, and coparenting with a stranger is no exception.

“I like him!” you exclaim. “He’s very sweet.”

“Do you trust him as your Baby Daddy?”

“If I didn’t, it’d be a little too late for that I’m afraid.”

Eddie would’ve been more than happy to be your donor, and without a doubt, you’d trust him in being fully present in the child’s life. However Eddie comes from a home with a turbulent family dynamic, and unfortunately is a carrier of the addiction gene along with many other illnesses. Eddie didn’t want to risk doing that to you or your family. So it works out that he and his boyfriend Henry are the ‘Fun Uncles’ or as he calls them “Funcles” instead, and Steve is the dad.

“But yeah I like Steve,” you circle back. “He’s funny, sweet, looks like he takes care of himself. Even paid for my food. Oh, and as a bonus, he uses big words.”

Eddie snorts as he strides over to the fridge. “He uses big words.”

“Yeah, like cerulean.”

Your bestie cocks an eyebrow and smirks at you. “What’s that?”

“It’s a type of blue,” you smirk back at him.

He releases a theatrical gasp. “Ground-breaking.”

Your banter is cut short when Eddie’s partner Henry walks through the door.

“Hello, hello.”

“Hey, Henry!”

You watch as the quiet, tall blonde dressed in dark-denim-tailored-to-fit struts in with a grocery bag, closing the door behind him with his foot.

“Hi, darlings.”

“Funcle Number Two,” Eddie greets his partner.

“I thought I was Number One.”

“You are,” Eddie shrugs. “In my heart. If you have an issue with your title and rank, I’d talk it up with Honey.”

“You can be Number One,” you grant him permission, eliciting a betrayed gasp from Eddie.

“Thank you, Honey,” Henry smirks, shooting a sassy look at Eddie.

Eddie issues a sour variation of that smirk to Henry, only to be met with a rough nudge to the ribcage. The two black cats then assemble to unload the groceries, all while focusing their attention back to you, their appointed ‘golden retriever’ of the bunch.

“Speaking of titles,” Henry adds. “How was your meeting with Daddy Steve?”

“It was wonderful,” you respond. “Was just telling Eddie how much I like him.”

Henry grimaces, understandably so. Your taste and judgment in men throughout the years have been nothing short of concerning. But because you didn’t willingly seek Steve out on a shady online dating app, at a dive bar at 2 AM, or on the dance floor of a sweaty small town nightclub, you figured you were in the clear.

“We’re gonna make it work no matter what,” you insist to your seemingly doubtful friends. “Even if there are discrepancies, we agreed it’s our kid before anything. And I’m ready. I told you guys myself that if I don't meet the love of my life by the time I'm 29, I'm having a baby by myself."

Aside from the two "Funcles", you have been the only consistent person in your life. And in this day and age, two people don't need to 'be together' to bring life into this world. And even if they are together, it’s not a happy home sometimes.

All that matters in this arrangement is that both of Baby Harrington’s parents are involved. That was Steve's promise to you.

Let's just hope he keeps it.

“That’s the head… and those…are your baby’s feet.”

You and Steve watch the monitor in awe as the sonographer scans your belly. You are now 20 weeks along, and doing a routine ultrasound check up.

First trimester was a nightmare. Constant nausea and vomiting so you’re not even sure that you’re stomaching those pre-natals, intense mood swings, and breast tenderness so bad you essentially begged Steve to just chop your tits off.

Regardless, you are healthy, and the baby is healthy. And now your camera roll is filled with pictures and videos of every frame of every ultrasound you get done, as well as audio recordings of Baby Harrington’s heartbeat. You and Steve even share your content amongst each other, just in case the other missed something that the other captured. It’s a wholesome exchange, really.

“Baby’s kicking a lot. Almost looks like they’re swimming in place,” the tech comments.

“I did swim and water polo in high school, could be why,” Steve explains.

You bat your eyes in adoration at your friend. He gives you a warm look back.

“Just like Daddy,” you say. And then Steve rests his palm atop your hand.

For the first time in a long time, everything feels complete.

“So, would you like to know the gender?” the sonographer inquires.

Immediately you and Steve bombard her with anxious-filled “No no no no”s. You decided to go with the cake gender reveal idea, and Henry and Eddie were in charge of having it made.

“We’d like for it to be a surprise,” Steve smiles. “But we sure would like an envelope with the gender in it. Honey’s gonna give it to her friends to give the baker.”

“Sounds like a plan to me!” the tech grins widely. “I will have it printed out for you shortly.”

She wipes your belly down so that there is no more ultrasound jelly on your stomach before leaving. Meanwhile, you and Steve are absolutely giddy. You are now halfway through your pregnancy and couldn’t wait to hold Baby Harrington in your arms.

But as exciting as everything is, it is also anxiety-inducing. No parenting book could ever prepare you for bringing a kid into the world. There was so much more that needed to be done. So much to do. And it seems like there was so very little time to do it.

Steve has another question for you. “When does the baby usually wake you up?”

“Baby’s a night owl, strangely,” you reply. “I’ll feel some moving and stuff at night.”

Steve sighs and shakes his head in thought.

“Man, I hope kid doesn’t wake you up at night too much when they’re born. That’d be god awful.”

“I know, I’ve been thinking of that too,” you groan. “And all the diaper changes I’ll probably have to do before putting them back to sleep. Ugh, I don’t even wanna think about diapers.”

You didn’t want to think about post-partum shit. So far, you’ve only been focused on pregnancy shit, and that shit is already overwhelming. While you seem well-equipped for pregnancy itself, the thought of actually being a fully-functioning parenting unit alongside Steve brings on a new set of fear.

Suddenly you and Steve look up at each other.

“Oh shit!” you shriek. “A crib! We need a crib! A stroller.”

“And a whole nursery,” he gulps. “And a baby monitor… A swaddle! A carrier!”

———

You and Steve are moved in together by the end of the month. Platonically, of course. With a capital P.

You both figured that raising the baby under one roof would be the healthiest way to approach your parenting situation. Both of you already get along really well and have similar communication styles. You two also have the same expectations from each other. And not every child is blessed with two parents living together in a happy home. It’s a luxury you both refused to take for granted.

So eventually the non-traditional-housewarming-slash-baby-shower-party rolls around, in efforts to help prepare for Baby Harrington’s arrival. It ends up being a huge success. Additionally, the party gave everyone a chance to mingle with one another, your friends meeting Steve’s friends and jokingly calling each other "in-laws". Robin and Eddie immediately grow very fond of each other, having deemed each other best friends after their third time meeting.

“How long do you give it?” Robin asks Eddie as they watch you and Steve work together to build the crib. “You know till they…”

They observe as you and Steve bicker back and forth about whether or not a section of the crib was installed the wrong way. You argue that it was, and Steve, still firm in his masculinity that he felt like was slowly chipping away (he can’t help it sometimes) insisted that it wasn’t.

“I know how to read, Honey. And besides, if it’s the wrong part, how did I screw it on perfectly?”

“I don’t know, Bob the Builder,” you fire back at him. “You didn’t have to 'screw it on perfectly' to get me pregnant.”

“Til that baby is born,” Eddie estimates.

Eddie chuckles at this. He’s been with Henry for many years, but you two have beat him at the argue-like-a-married couple thing. Slyly, he sips his beer.

“…The very latest.”

“Steve, I’m hungry. Wanna go to Rally’s?”

The cravings have officially kicked in (finally). But of course, it’s at the least convenient of times.

“Woman, it is 1 in the morning...”

“Yes, and I want Rally’s.”

You give Steve a light thunk on his fluffy head.

Now that you two live together, sleeping in the same bed was bound to happen eventually. But it is the least of your concerns. In a world where people go ‘ghost’ after getting what they want, laying your head down in the same bed as Steve is the farthest thing from intimacy. You’re also afraid of the dark, and being in his light calms your nerves.

Except for tonight. Where the only thing that’ll calm those nerves is a Wild West burger and some fries.

Steve huffs, clearly too tired to argue with your hungry ass. But also, you’re the mother of his child. You have the hardest job, and having a late night snack when you felt like it is the bare minimum of what you deserve.

“Let’s go.”

You smirk to yourself as you dance your way out of bed. Anything Baby Mama wants, Baby Mama gets.

Rally’s sure did the trick. When you and Steve return, you find yourself skipping back to the bedroom while Harrington fights to urge to plop onto the floor right by the entry way, his body’s natural response to a food coma, and the state of lethargy he was in from being stirred awake.

But as much as he valued his beauty sleep, he knows deep down he’d still do it again for you. Your little food dance was also pretty damn cute, anyways.

———

THE NEXT WEEK

You and Steve have been ordering way too much takeout. So tonight you decide to surprise him with a home-cooked meal. So while he’s at work, you’re searching Pinterest for healthy, savory dishes to cook. Chinese food it is. One can never go wrong with some chicken fried rice.

Steve comes home right when you finish.

“Oh my god,” Steve gawks as he enters the kitchen. “What smells so damn good?”

“I made dinner,” you smile gleefully, and with pride. “I have so much energy second trimester it’s insane. Hope you like Chinese.”

Steve slows down. Glancing around the chaotic kitchen, he takes in the array of sauces, the cutting board, and the multiple plates and bowls that most likely harbored the. Then he looks at you — a sweaty mess with stains on her apron from all the rice tossing. And he can tell, by your slightly labored breathing, that you’re gathering up all the energy you possibly can to powerwash all the dishes.

“You…made this for me?”

“Yeah! For us, actually. And the baby. I hope you’re okay with onions and scallions.”

“Y-yeah, I’m fine with those,” he insists. “It’s just that…I have a date tonight.”

Suddenly the pots and pans feel so much heavier. The air, hotter. The onions, stronger judging by how tears start pooling at the base of your eyes. At least you want to blame it on those.

“Oh,” you sniff.

“I’m so sorry, Honey. I should’ve told you so you didn’t have to go out of your way.”

“It’s fine.”

Why do you feel this way? It’s not like you two are together anyway. This pregnancy is a partnership… platonic with a capital P. So why are you upset? And more importantly, why are you jealous?

“I-I’m sorry…” Steve panics. “I-it’s just that we’ve been getting takeout all week and I thought it’d be the same toni-”

“It’s okay, Steve.”

“That came out so bad, I…”

“I know what you mean,” you shake your head shutting him down immediately. “Have fun tonight, okay?”

“You’re crying…”

“I was chopping onions,” you point out.

You nod to the bag of onions that were yet to be put away. There was a lot left to be put away actually, and you were kind of hoping Steve would help. But clearly he’s a busy man.

“And it’s probably just the stupid pregnancy hormones too,” you add.

“They’re NOT stupid,” Steve insists. “And you just said you have so much energy. You were bursting with light just a moment ago…before I killed it.”

“Have fun tonight, Steve,” you repeat.

You head over to the wok and scoop out a serving for two: one serving for you, and one for the baby. Dad will get the leftovers, you suppose.

Steve watches you intently. You can feel his stare even with your back turned. Suddenly, you hear the faint dial tone of his cell phone ringing a couple of times before someone answers.

“Hey…Lacey, I can’t come tonight,” Steve sighs. “I’m really sorry for being so last minute. A family emergency came up.”

You look back over at him. He makes sure to look you in the eyes as he says ‘family’.

The two of them talk some more before Steve hangs up the phone. Awkwardly now, you chew softly at the rice you made.

“Well she definitely hates me,” Steve chuckles. “But I don’t care.”

“Steve…” you speak. “You didn’t have to.”

“You’re carrying my kid,” Steve looks at you with glimmering eyes. “I can’t be running through the town in the arms of another woman. This pregnancy is a team effort.”

He glides over you and stops right where your hips meet. You timidly manage to look up at him, tear-jerked, all sweaty, and very very pregnant. And after Steve tucks a loose strand of hair behind the blushing cartilage of your ear, he presses his tender lips against your forehead.

“For the baby,” he whispers to you.

“For the baby,” you repeat after him.

The day is here.

The gender reveal, that is. You didn’t expect finding out something as simple as having a boy or girl was going to be this nerve wracking. And to think some people do this in front of a huge audience.

“Okay…” you exhale unevenly. “You ready?”

“Only if you are,” Steve nods, but his trembling hands betray him.

“Hand me a glass.”

Steve hands you one of the two wine glasses you brought for the intimate picnic you had planned for today. On the count of three, you two were to dig those very glasses into the cake and scoop out the long awaited answer.

SWEET CHILD O MINE, the cake reads. Boy or girl?

Henry and Eddie settled for a Rock-N-Roll inspired cake, with self-indulgent black and red buttercream on the outside, and the pre-determined blue or pink on the inside. You were afraid that it was going to be a little too edgy for Steve, but he assures you the aesthetic of a cake is the least of his priorities.

Drawing out an uneven breath now, you decide to start counting down.

“One…” you gulp.

“Two…” Steve joins in.

But you can't bring yourself to say ‘three’. Shutting your eyes closed in a bout of nervousness, you mutter softly,

"Two and a half..."

It earns you a chuckle from Steve. Knowing just how to calm you down, like he had been doing all pregnancy, he offers you his available hand to squeeze if you needed.

“Three!” you two finally say together.

Plunging your wine glasses into the cake, you and Steve gather one big scoop each while your eyes drift elsewhere.

“I can’t look,” you choke, sniffing back a tear or two.

“I can’t either,” Steve exhales, evidently nervous. “You can look first though.”

“No, I’ll look when you do.”

You’re met with messy dough and frosting in the glass at first. But after trailing after the inside part of the cake, you catch sight of the fluffy frosting that was buried beneath. A bright, eye-catching, pastel....

...cerulean blue. A baby boy.

“Oh…my…god,” your hand trembles in complete shock. “It’s a boy…”

“Oh my god, baby!” Steve sniffs going in to hug you. “We’re having a boy…”

And then it happens. Unable to contain himself from his joy any longer, Steve cups your face with his frosting-laced fingers, connecting his lips passionately to yours, and you with him.

It’s the best day of Steve’s life. You are the reason that he gets to live out his dream of becoming a dad. And now that you two are having a son, all he can imagine is teaching the kid how to throw a football in the backyard, signing him up for T-Ball and Boy Scouts (just like his dad once did with him), and taking him and his buddies out on silly, fun-filled rag-tag group adventures.

And knowing how strange and daunting the world can be, Steve already maps out how to raise your child morally, encouraging him to always treat others with kindness, to be a friend to all, to always lend a helping hand whenever the situation calls on it. And to respect women…because after all, everybody came from one. And Steve knows that he struck gold, considering the fact that he views you as an absolute queen.

You kiss King Steve back, humming in awe because of how natural his energy feels against yours.

It all feels very natural. Makes you feel like you’ve known him your entire life.

Your eyes widen in shock as you two look at each other, both stunned that a kiss was both of your initial, seemingly ‘platonic’, response to the news.

"Is it just me or is it just now hitting?" Steve questions. "We're having a kid together."

"It's just now hitting me too," you agree, the double meaning tugging aggressively at your heartstrings. "We're really doing this, Stevie."

“Our son.”

“Our son.”

———

“What happens when one of us finds somebody?”

It’s a talk you and Steve were due for eventually. But Steve is just as unsure, looking over at your pregnant silhouette standing at the foot of the doorway.

But with how beautiful you looked standing at the doorway, your silk, maternity night gown hugging all the beautiful curves of your body while you rubbed your belly that housed your very active kicker, Steve wasn’t even sure if he’d ever want to find somebody else.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” he ends up saying.

He makes his way over to you, wrapping his gentle arms around your waistline, emitting his ever-growing love for you and the baby you two share.

“But if one thing's for sure, it's our son. Baby Harrington first. Before anything.”

“Baby before anything," you repeat the promise.

Steve’s lips graze your skin once again, an invitation and incentive to join him in bed — nuzzled up in the sheets and his warmth — so the two of you can soak in all the rest you possibly can before Baby Boy makes his entrance into the world.

Some bridges aren’t meant for crossing. Sometimes settling is the best option. And you don’t mind settling down. Because here, in Steve’s arms, it feels like home.

WEEK 38

An involuntary rush in your lower extremity stirs you awake. When you feel around to push the sheets aside and hobble to the bathroom, you’re stunned to discover your nightgown had become a raft, and that you’re laying atop your own unscented secretions. And you know it’s not piss. So if you didn’t pee…

Oh no, it’s happening.

You begin to panic.

“Steve!” you hiss, sitting up and pushing your partner awake. “HEY! Harrington!”

“Huh?” Steve mumbles, still half asleep.

“Get the hospital bag.”

“What?”

“Get the hospital bag, dingus. My water just broke.”

He shoots up. Still relatively disoriented, but now also horrified.

“W-what? Are you sure?! Does this… A-are you about to…”

“Yes! Grab the bag and start the car. He’s coming RIGHT NOW.”

While you slowly sit up to get your shoes and a robe on, Steve scurries to the car with your overnight L&D bag and purse in his arms. You reach over to grab your phone and charger, dialing up Eddie in the process.

It rings for a long time before he picks up.

“Honey, it’s 4 AM, what do you want?” Eddie grumbles.

“It’s time, Eds,” you sniff happily. “The baby is coming.”

The line is silent for a couple seconds, and for a while it’s like you can hear Eddie connecting the dots in his head. Alas, he speaks.

“HO-LY SHIT!”

*Click*. The line disconnects.

Steve holds your hand through it all. From checking into Labor and Delivery, to moving to your room, to breathing exercises with your bedside doula, check-ins with your midwife, and throughout the entire birthing process.

Not only is he nervous out of his mind, but he thinks you’re so beautiful.

"You know," Steve says in attempts to soothe you. "When I came out the womb, the nurse yelled "Oh my gosh! That's a lot of hair on a baby!"

You're too fixated on your breathing exercises to fully appreciate Steve's story. But you understand his sweet gesture, so you stroke his thumb with your thumb to let him know you're listening.

“I guess I had double the amount of hair than a usual newborn,” he continues. “And all the nurses were crowding around to get a good— OW OW OW! Watch the hand, watch the hand.”

The sudden level 9 contraction that shot through your entire stomach, causing you to scream in agony and beg for the epidural.

"JESUS, FUCK GET THIS BABY OUT OF ME!" you plead desperately.

Steve kisses you softly on the forehead before going in to stroke your, very sweaty, hair. He was not going to leave your side. Not now, not ever. This baby — and you — are the best things to ever happen to him.

Thanks to yours and Steve's mindful prep, the birthing process was a smooth one compared to others.

But still pretty painful, nonetheless. For you, for Steve, for everybody involved.

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit," Eddie sputters as he and Henry rush onto the unit with the baby's carseat and other miscellaneous belongings in their hands. "It's happening, it's happening. He's almost here!"

"I wonder," Henry pants, doing his best to keep up with his boyfriend. "If she experienced the Ring of Fire yet."

"What's the Ring of Fire?" Eddie questions him.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" your tumultuous screams sound down the hall directly from your room. Anyone would've thought someone was getting murdered in there, had it not been a hospital unit strictly for childbirth.

"That," Henry answers him.

---

"You're almost there, baby," Steve encourages you. "Keep pushing."

The epidural had finally kicked in and now all you had to focus on was pushing.

“I see the head, Mama,” your midwife announces, rubbing your knee as you’re struggling to push. “Keep going, keep going! Couple more for me.”

“FUCK!” you cry out doing your best to contract those muscles.

“There we go…” Steve soothes you as he strokes your hair. “Doing AMAZING, baby. That’s it…”

He strokes your thumb with his, a helpless look in his eyes as he watches you struggle. It’s clear that Steve doesn’t know what else he could possibly do for you, but he attempts to mask that belief. He couldn’t wait to spoil you afterwards. It’s what you deserve.

“Few more pushes, Honey,” your nurse says again. “He’s almost out. We got his shoulders now.”

“Oh god I’m gonna faint,” Steve says, evidently growing dizzy.

“Can someone get a wet towel for Dad?!” another nurse calls out. “And maybe some juice?”

“PUSH, PUSH!”

“PUSH, Honey!”

“ALMOST THERE, MAMA!”

“I can’t,” you cry out. “I can’t anymore.”

“You can do it, baby,” Steve encourages you, pelting the back of your hand with endearing kisses. “You’re doing such a good job, I’m so proud of you…”

Before you know it, the air of the hospital room fills with tiny belted cries, followed by relieved and adorn coos as the nurse catches your baby.

“0507, time of birth!"

“Oh my god,” Steve wails in excitement. “Oh my god, he’s here he’s out. We have a baby! You did it, Honey!”

Too exhausted to say anything you simply fall back, taking a few deep breaths in relief. It’s over, the baby is here. And he is healthy.

You feel a sloppy kiss land on your cheek. Steve ruffles your hair when you look his way.

“You did it, Honey.”

Everything happens so fast after that.

From what you hear, Steve was the one who cut the umbilical cord — and he was very adamant about having the pictures to prove it. The baby was then weighed and bathed, all the hospital data was gathered with permission granted by Steve.

And soon, after an eternity, your son is swaddled and soon returned back to you and ‘Dad’.

"Oh wow!" a nurse remarks. "This baby has a whole lotta hair!"

You and Steve immediately look to each other and burst out laughing. Just like his Daddy...

———

“How does that feel, Steve?” you ask him, eyes fixated on the absolute DILF in front of you.

“Amazing,” he coos. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

When all needs were attended to, it was finally time for ‘skin to skin’. You didn’t think it’d be possible to be both sexy and wholesome at the same time — until you saw Steve cradling your newborn, pressing him tenderly against his exposed chest so that their hearts can beat as one.

“Hi little man,” he sniffs. “I’m your daddy.”

A single tear falls from his face and splashes onto the blanket that your son was cocooned in. Steve pulls him in closer and kisses him softly on the forehead.

“I’m your daddy,” he repeats.

It’s everything he’s ever wanted. Steve’s legacy is about to begin and it’s all thanks to you. And from your hospital bed as you recover, you are able to snap some pictures of the two loves of your life, the first photos of many, of the family photo albums.

“Ugh, when did Steve get so hairy?” Lucas wonders as he sneaks a gaze into the hospital room.

“Right?” Dustin agrees, joining him beside the doorway. “I told him he needs to tame that jungle but he claims the ladies dig it.”

“I mean, look at Honey,” Lucas points out. She seems to like it and Steve knocked her up.”

“True but it wasn’t organic, you idiot,” Max mutters.

Love pours in from every wing of the unit. Soon all your family and friends start to arrive, as well as Steve’s family and friends. You’re spoiled with ‘congratulations’ signs, and postpartum care packages, and an array of foods that you couldn’t eat while pregnant (i.e. sushi, deli sandwiches).

And with your approval, Steve comes out of the hospital room, ready — and proud — to showcase your baby to the entire world.

“Everyone, there’s someone we’d like for you to meet,” Steve says, keeping his voice at a low murmur. “This is Benjamin Dean Harrington. Benny for short.”

You and Steve end up taking parental leave at the same time.

Your entire day-to-day consists of loving on and spending quality time with Benny. The diaper changes, the cuddles, the nursery rhymes, and everything in between. It’s impossible to think you’ll ever get tired of it. You and Steve have officially transitioned to Mom & Dad Mode.

Until Benny goes to sleep.

As the golden sun peaks in through the cream colored blinds, you feel Steve’s hand trail down your back and down to your ass to grab it. Releasing a soft moan, you lean into his touch, shifting your weight to one side of the mattress.

“Baby…” he moans into you.

“Should we?” your eyes twinkle. “The baby’s asleep…”

He chuckles into your neck, raspy voice sure to be the end of you if he kept teasing you any longer.

“‘m scared I’ll hurt you.”

“I’ll let you know,” you barter. “I feel ready.”

———

“Fuck, right there, Steve…”

You grip the sheets tightly as Steve rolls his hips into you, his strokes a delicious mix of pleasure and a challenging stretch. And as you bite into your pillow, your eyes rolling up towards the sky, he maintains the pace you love so much, drilling you in, simultaneously massaging your clit while his quenched lips tenderly suction themselves to the crook of you neck.

It’s your first time together, but it feels like you two have done this before. Your bodies are naturally in sync, knowing where your boundaries lie without needing any cues, and knowing exactly how far you both can take it. Daddy Steve, being the gentleman he is, has your entire body mapped out.

“God I love it,” your overstimulated self whimpers, chest to your chin, ankles dangling off of Steve’s broad shoulders as he rails you.

“Oh, I bet you do, Honey.”

His large hand encloses around your neck, thumb hovering over your lips as he fawns over your mewling, vulnerable body.

“You want my cum, baby?” Steve asks. “Want me to fill you to the brim huh? You wanna have my babies?”

“Yes, I want your babies, Steve,” you moan. “Want all of them.”

And as an orgasm spills out of you, Steve’s spills in, coating you with his warm release as you both unravel in the sheets.

“Holy shit, that felt so good,” you whisper, nuzzling your head against his chest. Steve grins from ear to ear when you kiss him on the chin. “Thank you for making me feel so safe and loved.”

“Well when you’re you Honey, you make it so easy,” he blushes.

Steve rests his hands on your ass again, giving it a faint smack. You bite your lip as he pulls you even closer to him. And as the sun sets, you know round two is on the horizon.

“Anyways, when ARE we having another one?”

———

author’s note: i’m noticing some themes with the way i write eddie smut vs steve smut. i totally write eddie as a rough dom and steve is def a soft dom. not complaining tho, those are my headcannons for them 🤭

divider creds: @silkholland , @elfbar-baby

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[asimpforthe80s]

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie coded #eddie munson fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson things #steve x eddie #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington headcannons #steve harrington headcannon

[johnnycakesb14de]

I don't know if this goes past your rules but can you do like (greaser) x reader when someone in the gang catches y'all like making out?

HOW THEY WOULD REACT TO YOU GUYS GETTING CAUGHT MAKING OUT

DARRY

He would definitely be the more secretive type when it comes to kisses mostly because all of his friends are immature

But I imagine y'all would be in the kitchen alone it's his day off and the boys are out

One thing leads to another and y'all are just being romantic and showing affection by making out

Next thing you know you hear the traditional caught-off-guard-cough-laugh

Darry looks up and sees Dally, Johnny and Ponyboy.

"Y'all enjoying yourselves?"

"Shut the fuck up Dallas."

SODAPOP

He was on break at the DX and you stopped by to see him and bring him food because you wanted to hang out with your boyfriend

Y'all were in the back just hanging out be cuties

Hes flirting with you

You know giving his typical sodapop charm flashing you his million dollar smile

He kisses you a few times and it leads to a make out and y'all are just in the moment not really thinking about muchv

Then Steve walks in

cunt

"Hey so what ar- HELLO? WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Y'all both turn around and you roll your eyes in embarrassment

"Do that on your own time please."

"Shut up Steve."

PONYBOY

Say your older in this maybe like 15-16 because for the first while of y'all dating you wouldn't be allowed in his room alone even with the door open Darrys just crazy like that

Y'all were in his room working on some homework or just hanging out when you totally very sneakily shut the door all the way thinking Darry won't find out because he's cooking

And start kissing

Not even two minutes later Darrys nosy ass barges in

"What did I say about the door kidd- Oh excuse me?!?!"

Y'all create distance from each other staring at him wide eyed

"I swear it isn't w-"

"be quiet Ponyboy. I have these rules for a reason, you guys can come into the living room since you can't be trusted."

"Why?"

"Y/N, don't start."

Johnny

Yall were in the lot because where else would you be

You kissed him a few times and it let to a slight make out nothing crazy

Two-bit came up to tell Johnny that unfortunately Dally had been arrested for some odd reason

And the SECOND he sees you he's instantly teasing y'all

he's trying to tease you but he ends up just making it really uncomfortable

"Lord almighty, what's going on here?! Save room for Jesus, she might get pregnant!" Insert two-bit laugh wheeze

"Cut it out man."

DALLAS

Y'all were at Bucks for some party and it was getting really loud

You were overstimulated, Dally was tipsy and everyone was getting on his nerves so he took you outfront for some fresh air

Dally was being Dally and talking to you and kissing you a few times and it leads to a make out

Then Steve walks out

(I imagine him and Dally are actually pretty good friends)

He starts laughing

"Uhhhh, Dal'! Y'know where Evie is?"

"Why the fuck would I know where your girlfriend is?"

"I dunno, just wonderin'."

He rolled his eyes and dramatically sighed

Steve

You were at work with him trying to help him

Which actually just meant he was yelling at you for certain tools

You were getting bored he was getting frustrated because he couldn't figure out what was wrong with the car so you told him to to take a small break

So he took a break and you both just started talking and he kisses you

After he pulled away you kissed him back

Darry walks in looking for Soda

"Oh, my bad. I was just looking for Soda"

"In the back Darry."

He leaves and you laugh

Two-bit

Y'all were at the drive-in just hanging out

He was bothering people yk just being two-bit

And somehow you both ended up at the drag race that Steve, Soda and Dallas were at

You were leaned up against the hood of his car and he was in front of you and you were making out

Soda comes up and laughs at y'all

"HAHAHA, Steve come look!'

Two-bit looks at him and also starts laughing because hes two-bit

And your just there like 'omfg'

#the outsiders #dally winston #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis #johnnycake #sodapop curtis #the outsiders fanfiction #steve randle #the outsiders headcanons #darry curtis #ponyboy headcanons #ponyboy x reader #sodapop x reader #the outsiders sodapop #darry curtis x reader #darry curtis headcannons #dallas winston headcanons #dallas winston x reader #johnny cade x reader #johnny cade headcanons #steve randle x reader #two bit mathews

[youngstarfishphilosopher]

For a Fluffy Movie!William Afton x reader thing:

Just him having an SO that loves rabbits/bunnies.

You know, they have some cute bunny stuff. They always say rabbits are their favorite animal, etc.

And when they would visit his job, the subject of Freddy Fazbear's pizzaria would eventually come up. It being a favorite restaurant of theirs when they were middle-late teen.

They would always talk about how Bonnie was cool, but Spring Bonnie had always been their favorite, and "It really is a shame that they had to get rid of him. I always thought he was really cool."

And then William would be like, "Oh really now?".

While on the inside, he's kicking his feet and giggling because his personal animatronic was his SO's favorite.

And just basic fluff issues where William buys bunny/rabbit stuff that he thinks his SO would like as little gifts when they're having a bad day.

Maybe even get them a rabbit of their own at some point if he thinks they would be good with one.

He also makes sure to have a bit of rabbit/ bunny decore around his counselor office.

Both because it makes him think of his SO and because he likes how his SO reacts when they notice it.

#fnaf movie william #fnaf movie #william afton #william afton x reader #steve raglan #steve raglan x reader #fluff #headcannons #fluffy headcanons #matthew lillard #fnaf

[astheskycries]

steve and ransom, tickling y/n after catching her in a hide and seek game

See I like this, there's so much to unpack here- including if you mean individually or together.

Steve catching you after a game is going to be pure love and affection. I mean cradled in his arms, him kissing and nibbling your neck so you're giggling hard and using his large hands to tickle your belly, eventually lying you in bed and moving from tickling to caressing your body. If you're a good girl, he'll continue his teasing touch somewhere you save just for him.

For Ransom, if he finds you... Well, you know what to expect. You'll be over his shoulder in no time, tied to the bed and tickled until you're screaming and begging him to stop, though your dripping core betrays you every time... Of course, it's only the beginning of his victory celebration.

Now, both together? Sweetheart, you know there's no hiding from them. They'll find you in mere moments, tying you down and grabbing more toys than you know what to do with and teasing you until you're a giggling, squirming, dripping mess begging them to take you.

#tickle tuesday #headcannon #tickle headcannon #steve #steve rogers #steve headcannon #steve rogers headcanon #ransom #ransom drysdale #ransom headcannon #ransom drysdale headcannon

[ssweetleaf]

Mean step bro!steve fucking you over the counter at family video

includes: SMUT 18+, unprotected p in v, mean!steve, stepcest, kinda semi-public sex????

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

You were bent over the counter, the sign on the door at Family Video flipped over, a short sorry we’re closed, though if anyone bothered to look past it and through the windows, they’d be able to see just the reason why the store had closed so early.

“S-Steve—” you whined, clutching at the counter top, “slow down.”

Steve was fucking into you from behind, fast paced and ever so deep, just how he liked it, fingers pressed deep into the fat of your hips, mouth agape and uttering filthy whimpers at the sight of your ass— slapping against him with each thrust, the soft globes urging him to go deeper.

“Shut the fuck up,” he breathed, raising his hand to the back of your head, fingers curling around the strands of your hair before pushing your head down, cheek smushed against the counter, achingly so. “Actin’ like you weren’t the one beggin’ to get fucked.”

You struggled to find purchase, knocking VHS tapes to the floor, something you knew Steve would have you sort out once his balls were empty and sated.

“Such a fuckin’ slut, pussy’s just sucking me in, honey— can barely pull out,” crude, sloppy sounds filled the shop, your arousal dripping down your legs and to the floor. “So greedy, aren’t you? You’re not really interested in helping your big brother, hm? Just wanted to get fucked— so pathetic, all you had to do was ask.”

You cried out at how mean he was, sniffling and pouting at his words, though you couldn’t hide the constant clenching of your cunt when he spoke so filthily.

“Y’being mean,” you mumbled, brows furrowing at the chuckle that erupted from your words.

“Oh, I am, aren’t I, baby,” he cooed, mocking your pout, groaning at how tight and wet you felt. “You’re my favourite employee really, hon.”

You perked up, arching your back even more to make him proud, the newfound information going straight to your head.

“I am?” You asked, exhaling a slight giggle and backing up into him.

He hummed, tugging at your hair and keeping you down.

“Yeah, baby, course you are,” he replied, “by far the prettiest fuck I’ve ever had.”

#steve harrington blurb #steve harrington hc #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #stranger things blurb #stranger things headcannon #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut

[lightwoodbanethings]

As much as I love the idea of Steve and Eddie getting 'Murrayed', I also LOVE the idea of Murray coming along and seeing these two doofuses that are clearly smitten for each other and giggling at each other like a couple of school girls and thinking to himself 'for fuck sake, here we go again'.

BUT THEN, he catches them sneaking off during a family movie night and when they finally return about 10 minutes later they're both flushed, hair a mess, Steve's polo untucked and messy and Murray just smiles to himself, because his help isn't required in this situation.

Edit: now with this post and on A03

#stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #murray bauman #stranger things 4 #st4 #headcannon #steddie headcannon #steve and eddie

[steddiealltheway]

Eddie is definitely someone who hears “You won’t…” and will do ANYTHING that person says to prove them wrong.

Steve, on the other hand, hears “You won’t…” and will agree that he won’t do that because it’s a terrible idea.

The kids have the amazing idea of daring Eddie to kiss Steve. So, when Eddie is driving Max home from school, she blurts out, “You won’t kiss Steve!”

And right away, Max expects him to shoot back, “Yeah I fucking will!” Instead, Eddie is silent for a few moments and replies, “You’re right. I won’t.”

Max goes back to her house and her walkie is blowing up (mainly from Dustin), as everyone in the party is asking what Eddie said and when he’s planning on kissing Steve.

Max responds, “Guys, he said he wouldn’t.”

Everyone’s quiet for a bit, but then they’re all questioning why and asking if Max is lying. When their theories about why Eddie said no die down, Will finally speaks up. “Why don’t we dare Steve to?”

“We all know Steve will say no,” Dustin shoots back.

Will replies, “And we all thought Eddie would say yes.”

Mike immediately agrees with him and soon everyone else is agreeing to the new plan. Tomorrow after school, Dustin will dare Steve to kiss Eddie.

-:-:-:-:-:-

Dustin climbs into Steve’s car and watches as everyone else heads to Max’s house to discuss in person instead of over the walkie-talkies.

Steve, at first, is oblivious to Dustin’s inner conflict on how to bring up the dare. But when Dustin continues thinking in silence, Steve asks, “You alright, man?”

Dustin looks at Steve and yells, “You won’t kiss Eddie!!”

And Steve slams on the breaks and yells back, extremely defensively, “Yes I will!!”

Dustin and Steve stare at each other with wide eyes. And Dustin pushes it further by saying, “You won’t kiss him right now.”

Steve’s chest heaves. He makes a quick u-turn and starts heading towards Eddie’s. They ride in silence and Dustin tries not to laugh as Steve mutters a pep talk under his breath - not knowing he’s talking loud enough that Dustin can hear every word.

Steve pulls up in front of Max’s house and drops Dustin off with a tight smile - obviously extremely nervous to see Eddie.

Dustin giggles, “Good luuuuck!” And sprints into Max’s trailer home. “Guys! It’s happening!!”

Everyone in the party rushes out of Max’s room, and they stare at Dustin who frantically points towards Eddie’s house. All of them run to the front window, elbowing each other out of the way, trying to find a spot as they see Steve make his way to the front door.

Eddie opens his door shortly after Steve knocks looking extremely confused. He starts chatting with Steve for a few moments, nervously twiddling his hair and pulling it in front of his mouth.

“He’s not going to do it,” Mike says.

Everyone shushes him.

Steve awkwardly puts his hand on Eddie’s shoulder, and everyone holds their breath. Even from the distance, the party can see Eddie’s eyes go comically wide as Steve leans in and gently kisses him.

The pair pull away and freeze. The rest of the party remains silent.

Eddie yanks Steve into a kiss and pulls him inside, closing the door behind them.

Everyone in Max’s house starts screaming, jumping up and down while celebrating.

“Woah! Woah!” Dustin yells quieting everyone down. He continues, “Why aren’t we celebrating with them?”

Max raises her eyebrows and says, “I’m pretty sure we don’t want to be with them right now.”

The rest of the party erupts in noises of disgust while Max tries to explain to El what she means.

Meanwhile, Eddie asks Steve if he was dared to kiss him. Steve says he was, and Eddie immediately pulls away and is about to kick him out of the trailer when Steve realizes what he just said.

“I did it because I wanted to, Eddie. I wanted to. I guess I needed a push from Dustin of all people. It isn’t just a dare to me,” Steve says earnestly.

Eddie laughs and says, “Max dared me to as well. I said no because it wasn’t just a dare to me either.”

Steve wraps his arms around Eddie and pulls him into his chest. They hold each other a few moments until Eddie tenses up.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asks.

“You said Dustin dare you to?”

“Yeah.”

Eddie’s eyes widen. And Steve wonders aloud, “Did they…”

Eddie’s eyes flicker towards the door. Both boys race towards it and make their way outside to where Max’s curtains are wide open and all the kids are standing in the window.

Will is the first one to notice the two of them staring at everyone. He nudges everyone and says something that makes everyone slowly turn towards the window.

Eddie snorts which causes Steve to slowly break out in a wide smile.

“Oh no,” Eddie says as the party charges towards them, pulling the pair into a tight hug.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #the party stranger things #steddie ficlet #steddie headcannons

[imfinereallyy]

I love how in most fics with stobin, Robin is either completely grossed out by Steve’s sex life, or they are both so horrible invasive and truthful with each other that Steve and Robin have no problem talking about sex. Both bring me joy. I love these platonic soulmates.

#I love these little weirdos so much #stobin #platonic stobin headcannon #stranger things #stranger things poll #stobin being stobin #stobin headcanons #steddie #steve harrington #platonic stobin #robin buckley #ao3 #codependent stobin #stobin drabble

[thelastwalkingsoul]

The fruity four go to their 10-year high school reunion and proceed to confuse the shit out of everyone.

None of them have changed exactly. Not really physically, at least. Sure their styles have changed slightly, both of the couples slowly combining wardrobes and wearing each other's clothes. Nancy's style has become somehow more and less relaxed at the same time. Robin's style is way more out there, as is Eddie's somehow. Steve's has become even softer, with more sweaters and worn shirts making it into the mix.

The most confusing thing to everyone else is the dynamic they all share. It's hard to tell who's dating who with tall the casual touches they share. Most of their class also can't understand how Nancy Wheeler is so close to Eddie Munson. Everyone knew that Steve's reputation had plummeted before they all moved out of Hawkins, but Nancy surprised them all.

When people ask about their love lives, they all give equally vague answers, secretly enjoying the chaos. Nancy simply says she's dating someone she went to college with. Robin rambles on with a grin about their first proper date. Eddie claims he's dating the most badass person he's ever met. Steve smiles to himself and just says that he didn't have to look far. It drives several people at the reunion a little crazy, trying to figure out the group's dynamics from those barebone clues.

Overall, the reunion is better than any of the fruity four imagined it would be. They later leave, all giggling to each other about the mild chaos they caused.

#the fruity four #fruity four #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #stranger things #steddie #ronance #headcannon #headcanon #souls headcanons

[kenneduck]

Zelda and Plain ol' Steve

I finally drew Steve! He's who I headcannon as Zelda's lover post-TOTK. You can read about them in more detail here~

In short, Steve is a farmer/cucco wrangler in Hateno Village that Zelda passes each day on her way to and from teaching. Zelda grows fond of his soft heart and love for nature, and Steve falls for Zelda's passion towards teaching and her love for Hyrule.

Link calls Steve "wonderbread" as he's bland. He's plain. If he were a spice, he'd be flour. Link cannot BELIEVE this is who Zelda has fallen for. Link and Steve bicker. (but Steve has an army of cuccos, so...)

#Zelda #tearsofthekingdom #zelda fanart #zelda headcannon #zelda headcanon #zelda hc #zelda steve #zelda oc #steve the bland hateno farmer #this was just a doodle i'm sorry it looks wonky OJFWOJQWOFJ