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unlikelyempathpruneauthor · 2 years

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You and Eddie are like parents to Dustin

A/N: I wrote this a couple minutes ago, I have not been okay since volume 2 soooo, here is this I feel like is very cute and fuzzy. I also suck at head cannons sooo yeah, I also have one fir I wrote, but idk if I'm gonna post it, lol enough of me, enjoy this little thing I wrote!

part 2

Before meeting Eddie you were close to Dustin and made sure he was always okay.

You gave him rides to school almost always, along with Lucas, Max, and Mike.

You were kinda the momma first before babysitter Steve got in the picture.

You ensured they always had food to eat or money for that matter.

You gave your money away like it was candy.

Overall you kinda just looked out for everyone

Dustin kinda introduced you to his dungeon master

“y/n this is eddie, eddie this is y/n,”

“Hi, wow Henderson you didn't tell me she was gorgeous,”

Which then started your relationship

Dustin was very supportive knowing his role models were together

“Can one of you give me a ride home?”

“Yes” you both said making the boys laugh

You two would eventually come up with a system, you would take the kiddos to school, and eddie took them home after school

Along with steve you all worked something out

You would help Dustin with his homework all the time when he asked.

You and eddie giving each other looks if dustin asked for help of any kind

You usually are the one who knows what to say

“Dustin, you really should talk to your mom about this,”

“I AM, my mom and dad are right here!”

“Shit, he's right,”

You two tried your best to always be there for dustin

Dustin loved it when you ganged up on Eddie for saying the wrong thing.

“Eddie he is a kid, Dustin don't listen to him,”

“What do you mean? I'm giving him options,”

“Not suitable for a 14 year old boy!”

You were almost always right but in the end Eddie had good advice.

With girls he always went to you for help, almost always

This drove Eddie crazy

“He goes to you for chick advice?”

When you guys go upside down, you two become protective as hell.

“Dustin, you stay behind us okay?”

When Eddie had left you behind at his trailer in Hawkins, you warned Dustin that if you saw him in the upside down following her he would be in trouble. So he stayed behind hoping both his parents were making it out alive.

Lucky you did, you guys escaped, but defeating vecna was harder than you thought.

After all the events, you guys ended up graduating, and Eddie's name was cleared up.

All of you had vouched for him, saying he saved you guys from the earthquake,despite all the allegations people made of him.

Dustin was proud of you guys, for finally graduating, but he knew his parents were eventually going to leave him

Eventually you guys were, after a while of staying in Hawkins, you both decided to move away. Eddie wanted a life with you but not in Hawkins.

For Dustin this hurt

“You can come visit us Dustin, its okay, it’s 40 minutes away, if you want, we can pick you up, and bring you back, that way we can see everyone again,”

Once everything settled you invited Dustin every weekend along with his friends so they could see their dungeon master and play d&d.

It made you happy seeing them again, you knew they needed this.

After much time, you and Eddie got married, telling everyone was the best part and of course..the wedding.

You guys had gone to Hawkins to visit for the weekend and during dinner at Nancy's

“So we have a surprise for all of you,”

“We're getting married!”

Eddie lifted your hand up to show them the ring which happens to be his, and you loved it more than anything

“Congratulations!”

“When's the wedding?”

“Can I be the best man?”

All the congratulations came from all of them, especially Dustin, he gave you guys a big hug.

“My parents are getting married,”

“Yes, and Henderson, I want you to be my best man, Steve, Wheeler, Sinclair, you are gonna be my groomsmen!”

Your maid of honor was robin knowing she hated the idea of wearing a dress, but you surprised her in what she was going to wear, nancy, max, and erica were your bridesmaids.

The day of your wedding Dustin was crying like crazy, he was just so happy. You two truly were the best parents he ever had.

He loved his mom of course, but these parents he had were different.

Soon enough you family grows just a little

You two were expecting a baby boy in a couple months, Eddie wasted no time in wanting to grow your family and neither did you.

You told Dustin first of course

“So we have something to tell you dustin, which is why we brought you alone with us,”

“Okay, you're not gonna mirder me are you?”

“No henderson, since you are our firstborn child, we want you to have someone to.. you know save the world, you're gonna have a baby brother!”

“No…really? I'M GONNA BE A BIG BROTHER, can you name him Dart?”

“After that demadog? Hell no!”

Dustin spent so much time with you whenever Eddie was gone for work, you two had been working so much with the baby coming.

So when you were far along that you couldn't move as much due to your baby bump you stayed home.

“Have you thought of a name?”

“Yeah, we have, but eddie is very indecisive, as you know,”

“What about..Dustin?”

“Yeah no chance dusty,”

He would talk to baby munson all the time, talking about Eddie and how he saved the world and how he was the dungeon master.

Whenever those two were together they would talk about how they would teach your baby to play d&d.

“We have to start him now, so he is at a higher level then the other kids!”

When your baby was born everyone had come to see your little one.

“Guys, come in, don't be shy '' Eddie had brought everyone in as you held onto your baby boy.

His name was Johnny, Johnny Munson, you loved the sound of it, but Eddie wasn't sure if he should continue the family name, but you more than anyone was proud of that last name.

“Oh my gosh, who knew you could make cute babies?” Robin said very astounded at the little baby then back at eddie

“Munson, you did good. Congrats,'' Steve said, getting a grin from Eddie.

“Don't you worry big boy, you will have your six nuggets in no time, i just beat you to it,”

Everyone had left and Dustin was the only one standing, he was scared because the baby he was talking to through your belly was now here and worried Johnny wouldn't like him, but you knew more than anything Johnny would love Dustin just as much as you and Eddie did.

“Dustin. Come here.”

He was quite hesitant but was excited to meet yours and eddie’s kid

He sat next to you on the bed as you handed johnny to him, “this here is your older brother dustin, johnny,”

Dustin just stared at the little mix of you and eddie, “hi, im dustin, im hopeful you already knew that,”

Dustin looked at you then at his little brother

He talked on and one just like when he would when you and him hung out.

He smiled so hard he couldn't believe he was a big brother.

“You guys aren't from the same family, but he is your big brother, we don't know what lead him to choose me and your dad as his parents, but we’re happy he did,”

*hope you enjoyed if you have any requests please send them through! I have nothing to do, so yeah haha love you all! :)

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #Eddie munson x reader #stranger thing s4 #eddie munson st4 #eddie munson blurb #stranger things season 4

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steddieasitgoes · 1 year

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Steve’s maternal grandfather was a classically trained pianist. He traveled all over the world as a concert pianist before retiring around the time Steve was born. He takes a job as a church pianist and buys Steve a baby grand piano so he can teach his only grandson how to play. Steve learns how to play piano and read music before he learns how to read books.

His grandfather dies when Steve is 9, and his mom gets upset whenever she hears Steve playing, because it reminds her of her dad, who chose the piano over her most of her life. So, Steve stops playing, not wanting to upset his mom. She tried to sell the piano, but no one in Hawkins is interested, so it stays covered with a bedsheet and locked away in the former music room.

Steve picks it up again when his parents start fighting and his mom starts going on business trips with his dad. He finds himself spending long nights at the penchant, fingers dancing across the ivory keys. He’s rusty at first, but playing the piano is a lot like riding a bike — you never really forget.

He keeps his talent a secret, though. Keeps the piano locked away in the old music room when Robin and the Party is over and doesn't let them down that hallway. Likes that he has something for himself, though he does have moments where he wishes he could share his talent with his found family.

Eddie’s the first person he tells.

They’re hanging out together in Steve’s living room. Eddie’s got his acoustic slung across his lap. Fingers moving up and down the frets. His brows are furrowed, and his lip is tugged between his teeth. He’s been stuck on the same melody for days now and Steve offered up his place, hoping a change in scenary would rid him of his music block.

It hasn’t.

“Jesus H. Christ” Eddie swears, gently moving the acoustic to the side. He throws the rest of his body down on the rug.

“You’re being too hard on yourself, Ed’s. It sounds great.”

“You’re just saying that cause it’s not loud and obnoxious.”

“It is different than your usual sound,” Steve hums, gently guiding himself from the couch down to the floor next to Eddie.

“Jeff wrote a love song for this girl he’s seeing. But he's always sucked at the music part, so I said I’d give it a shot.” Eddie says, raising his arms in the air in front of his face. He starts to fiddle with the large skull ring on his finger. “I think the melody would sound better on a piano but none of us can play so, my acoustic will have to do.”

Steve's not sure why he does what he does next. Maybe it's because Eddie is right, and the song would sound better with a piano, or maybe it's because he'd move the moon and starts to make Eddie Munson smile. Whatever the case, Steve stands. Offers Eddie a hand and hoists him with him.

He starts walking down the hallway towards the room no one even knows exists. Eddie hot on his heels.

"Don't tell me you've been hiding a secret sex dungeon," Eddie teases as Steve raises to his tiptoes to grab the key hidden on the top of the door frame.

"If I had a secret sex dungeon, don't you think I'd have shown it to you by now?" Steve asks, hip-checking Eddie out of the way so he can get to the door knob.

"Fair point," Eddie says.

Steve can tell he's about to say something else, when the door clicks open. The baby grand is still covered with a white bedsheet, but it's easy to make it out. Especially for a music expert like Eddie.

"Holy shit," Eddie says, slowly moving closer to the center of the room as if he's going to startle the piano. "Is that what I think it is?"

Steve nods and begins rolling up the bedsheet exposing the beautiful black, shiny baby grand piano. He tosses the sheet aside and takes a seat at the bench. Carefully lifts the keyboard cover and pats the bench next to him. Eddie joins instantly.

"You can play?" Eddie asks as Steve's fingers start moving across the keys. He starts with something simple, the melody to "Twinkle Twinkle," before moving on to one of the formal pieces his granddad taught him. Eddie sits motionless, eyes darting between Steve's profile and his fingers dancing across the keys. When Steve stops, Eddie lets out a gasping breath. Playfully bumps his shoulder with Steve's. "You son of a bitch! You have been holding out on me!"

"Maybe a little," Steve chuckles. "But not about having a sex dungeon."

"You sure about that?" Eddie says, moving in closer. He rests his head on Steve's shoulder and angles his face so his lips are right next to Steve's ear. "I hear sex on a piano is pretty amazing."

Steve blushes, feels the butterflies fluttering in his gut. He laughs, shrugging Eddie off his shoulder. Playful. Bashful. "Come on, we've got a song to write."

Eddie looks at Steve, even more bewildered than before. This time Steve meets his gaze, takes in Eddie's woofish smile that he's trying to hide behind a strand of hair and his blown pupils.

"You really are my wildest dreams come true," Eddie moans, stealing a kiss. It's a quick but passionate. A reminder that they're not done yet. "Alright, let's get this song done so we can really break this piano in after."

#steddie #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington ficlet #eddie munson ficlet #this came to me in the shower lmao #idk if its anything but here you go lol #stranger things #stranger things ficlet #dani writes

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nburkhardt · 1 year

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There might be a lot of them but I mean, how could I not try my hand at this? Especially after watching this and going “yep that hurts”. Granted, I ended up just using the line (“I know he used to be an asshole but…”) instead of going off the sound a whole lot.

Anyway….timeline is all screwed, don’t think about it too hard. Also clearly not canon. Obviously. Only hints of steddie.

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Look, he knows okay? It’s pretty well known across town. It’s no secret and he’s ashamed of it all, it’s something he doesn’t want to reminisce anymore. He’s grown and he thinks he’s better, hopes he’s better. Swears he hasn’t been like that for a few years now, so why does everyone keep bringing it up?

Why does he have to keep proving himself? What does he have to do for them to stop bringing it up?

The first time it happens, he brushes it off. Mostly because it’s true, he was an asshole and he was still learning and breaking himself from who he was. So, it makes sense for Nancy to say it to Barb and then again weeks later to Jonathan. Truth be told, he thinks neither of them believed Nancy.

(it’s a stab straight to the heart when she calls him bullshit)

It’s months before he hears it again, that he nearly forgot the words. It makes him freeze when he hears it from Dustin as he’s cleaning the Byers’s kitchen. The kid is arguing with his friends about why he’s even here. It’s like he’s hit with a bucket of cold water to hear, “sure, he can be an asshole but he’s here to help!”

Sure those words work to help the other kids lay off Dustin’s back, helps make them grumble less about him. But to him? The words sting and it feels worse coming from the kid who he actually likes, thinks they could be close. Clearly there’s a line between them.

He does forget the words, not even an hour later when Billy fucking Hargrove smashes a plate against his head and beats the shit out of him.

Almost a year later and who he was is thrown directly in his face on his first day of work at Scoops. It’s such a slap to the face, not even a full week after his dad cuts him off.

“Thought an asshole like you would on his way to college with daddy’s credit card”

The smile he had on his face just barely falls, mostly because he forces it to stay in place. It also stays because he’s frozen mid-step to introduce himself. Instead, he drops his hand and moves around her and starts working. The words swirling in his head all day, making him stay quiet and just do the job. Even when girls flirt with him, he ignores and works through it.

The “You Suck/You Rule” board came to be a few days later and he sucks it up and is civil with Robin over it, gives it his all to be friendly. If only just to make this job easier and so he doesn’t get fired for being rude. It isn’t until Dustin comes back from camp and the whole Russians and drugs on the floor for Robin to say it again

“You were such an asshole…”

He doesn’t fully hear what she says, it’s hard with the ringing in his ears and his brain froze the minute the word came out.

After it all, even with his brain screaming at him to run away to lick in his wounds, he doesn’t. Forces himself to see one of the EMTs and to help Robin find her parents and promises that she can call whenever she needs something. It’s only after that, that he makes his way home to have a breakdown over it all.

Despite it all, he does call Robin and Dustin his best friends. (Probably his only true friends, if he’s honest.) And he regularly hangs out with them, and sometimes drives Dustin and his friends around. It stops only because he and Robin get jobs at Family Video and the kids start high school.

He breathes easier now, he thinks. He’s been out of high school for a while now, hasn’t been “King Steve” since ‘83. Robin and him are close enough now that he doesn’t freeze anymore, only overthinks their friendship a little bit.

Spring Break rolls around and the moment Dustin and Max storm into Family Video, he’s immediately on edge. Doesn’t show it, of course. The whole search for Eddie Munson, he’s on edge.

He can’t tell if it’s because of the upside down or if those words will make itself known, again.

Everything is a blur, to be honest. Especially after he’s dragged under water and choked by the bats. Nothing really processes for him, it should worry him, actually.

What he does remember is thanking Eddie and being called metal and Eddie saying, “I guess I couldn’t accept the fact that Steve Harrington was actually a good dude”

That somehow swirls in his head after and he doesn’t get it. He’s spiraling over it, to be honest. Even if he’s also on autopilot making sure no one dies. After it all, rushing everyone to get their wounds checked and to make sure Max is alive, Eddie’s words are still swirling and he’s still confused.

He thinks about it every single day that he visits Eddie in the hospital. The other man isn’t awake, much like Max. He doesn’t speak much during the visits, too busy in his own head. Sometimes he mumbles the words back to a too-still Eddie, sometimes he questions the words and in turn, questions Eddie. Never getting any answers to his questions.

If he’s being honest, he doesn’t actually want answers. Maybe Eddie didn’t mean it, maybe he was just being nice in the moment. And he doesn’t want to hear Eddie say “thanks for saving me, but you’re still an asshole”

If he heard that, he’d probably break.

So, he stays quiet. Much like all those other times his friends called him an asshole.

Weeks go by and he doesn’t bring it up. Doesn’t even mention anything that happened in the upside down, even after Eddie wakes up and they’re friends now. Even after Max wakes up, nearly three months later.

They all regularly hang out together, including Eddie’s band mates. Who he can tell definitely don’t like him. So when they’re around, he doesn’t even bother Eddie. Even if all he wants to do is be near the metal head. But he can see it on their faces when he does stand close to Eddie, they never say anything in front of him and he can’t tell if he feels better about that or if he’d rather they do say with him near.

Ultimately, he hears the words again and causes him to actually have that breakdown he knew was coming.

It’s like the world hates him. Because he was having a good time, he was starting to actually believe Eddie’s words and was inching his way to the man, and of the places it happens at his house.

He’s sitting on a lounge chair watching Dustin try and fail at pushing Lucas into the water. Eddie’s curled up in the lounge chair pushed next to his, they’re talking about nothing in particular and he’s hyper aware of how close they’re getting right now.

“I don’t know, man, maybe-“ Eddie had started to say when someone else’s voice is louder and catches his attention.

“Oh, I know. Steve’s definitely an asshole”

And he freezes immediately, his body going rigid and growing hot, tears well up in his eyes. He can’t hear anything else and his eyes are blurry now but he has to get away. This is too much, he can’t breathe anymore.

He nearly falls into the pool in his rush to get up and away from everyone. He doesn’t even know who said it, not that it mattered right now. All that matters is getting away, he can’t be near them anymore. Needs to be alone, to breakdown by himself.

Why do it in front of all of them when they so clearly think it’s true?

“Steve’s definitely an asshole” swirls in his head as he forces himself to rush to his room. Clearly, they were just keeping him around as a buffer- because why else would any of them keep him around? Better to let the asshole get beat up instead of kids, right?

He falls onto the floor as soon as his door is shut and let’s out the sob that was stuck in his throat.

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Well that hurt 🥲

(Part two) (part three) (part four) (part five)

#angst #I’m sorry #steve harrington #steddie #steve harrington fic #you can bet your ass the one who said it at the end is Mike #because he’s the biggest asshole to Steve tbh #he was most likely talking with one of Eddie’s band mates #I suck at real dialogue tbh #but I could try at the happy ending this would get #BECAUSE HE DESERVES IT #Desperate Prayers of a Cursed Man fic #nburkhardt writes

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justmeinadaze · 1 year

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We're A Family Part 12 (Steddie X You)

A/N with warnings: Y'all know when I give you both in one you're gonna feel some things lol There is no smut in this one but all the angst and fluff near the end. Like I said I knew I wanted a chapter like this but I wasn't exactly sure how I wanted it to go.

What Y/N and Dylan discuss are things I have been through with biological mother especially that feeling of not being enough. If this triggers you, I highly recommend you skip this chapter. Dylan does confront Charlie about how he treats him and it doesn't go well. Dylan talks in detail about how it makes him feel and the guys and reader will talk about their own traumas with their parents.

If you've ever experienced anything like this or have ever felt you weren't enough for one or both of your parents, I'm here to tell you that they fucking suck and your feelings are valid. You ARE enough <3. I love you!

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“Can I, um, talk to you guys about something?”, Dylan asked as he entered the living room.

Steve looks at his watch before placing his arms back on your legs that were strewn over his lap. “It’s after eight. Didn’t Ed say he had to submit questions in writing at that time?”

“A ha. You’re so funny.”, your son teases as you grin.

“Do you need everyone or will we do?”, you ask. His eyes look around hesitantly and you know before he speaks. As you rise from the couch, you kiss the top of his head before opening the back door. “Hey! Our son needs a word with everyone over 3.”

“Oh shit. I just barely made it then.”, Eddie chuckles as he takes one last drag and stomps out his cigarette.

“Ok, weirdo. The floor is yours.” You grin at him encouragingly as you sit between the distance of the boys on the arm rest.

“I…so…um…”, he looks down as he fidgets with his fingers. “I was wondering if…I could, maybe, visit my other dad.”

You feel the tension in the room rise immediately, mostly from Steve’s side as you and Eddie glance nervously at each other.

“I don’t have to like spend the night or anything. I was just thinking maybe a dinner or something.”, Dylan quickly followed.

“Can I ask why, baby? Why now?”

His anxious eyes meet yours. “I miss him a little bit…him and Vivi…”

“That’s understandable. Is it okay with you if the three of us talk about it first?”

“We can talk about it now. I think it’s a bad idea.”, Steve responded in a hard tone.

“Steve…”, Eddie warned.

“What? After everything that’s happened?!”

“He’s allowed to feel what he’s feeling.”

“Yeah, and as his parents we are allowed to protect him. I say no.”

“Harrington, you do this every time the topic comes up. Y/N is right, we need to talk this through first and then depending on what we decide we also need to reach out to Charlie.”

As they argued back and forth, you and Dylan continued to stare at each other sympathetically. This is what he was afraid of, hurting their feelings. You saw it in his broken-hearted face while he saw your fear for his own feelings not just when it came to them but Charlie as well.

You subtly nodded your head, signaling you would handle it before he came over to give you a hug.

“I love you, weirdo.”

“I love you to, mom.”

All conversation stopped as you three watched him head back upstairs.

“I want to make one thing very clear, Steven Harrington. That is the last fucking time you do anything like that in front of my son. Do you understand me?”

“I’m trying to protect—”

“No.”, you cross your arms as you glare at him. “I don’t care what you were trying to do. It took a lot for him to do what he just did especially in front of you both. He knows you two care about him and love him but that doesn’t change the fact that Charlie is his biological parent. He’s not like Aurora. He had a whole other man in his life he called dad for 6 years before you entered the picture.”

Steve’s jaw clenched as he looked away from you. “I just don’t get it. I mean…if Charlie wasn’t a complete douchebag…

“I get it.”, Eddie sighed. “Those first few years after Wayne took me in, I still missed my parents. Even after everything they did, I kept thinking maybe if I was ‘a better kid’ they’d come back. When that didn’t work, it was more like why wasn’t I enough, you know? Then it became a mission. I NEEDED to hear from them why I was easy to leave behind. It took a lot of angry nights and patience from Wayne for me to get here.”

“Steve, I know you mean well. Honestly…”, you exhale as you sit beside him. “I’m more worried about having to tell him that Charlie doesn’t want to hang out with him yet and see that sad look on his face.”

“You shouldn’t have to be the one to tell him that.” You look up at Steve in confusion. “Maybe, if Dylan makes that call…”

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Dylan sat on your bed as the phone rang. Both men thought it would make him more comfortable if you two were alone but they remained at the foot of the stairs to listen in.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Vivi.”

“Dylan!? Oh my god. Hey, kiddo. How are you?”

“I’m good. How are you?”

“I’m doing really good. I miss you. Did you want to talk to your dad?”

“I miss you to. Please…”

“Ok, bud. One second.” You two listened as there was some shuffling on the other line. “Dil?”

“Hey…dad.”

It broke your heart to hear him hesitate as you ran your hand through his hair. The truth was he didn’t really think about Charlie that way anymore but there was still a part of him that hoped. Eddie’s eyes flicked to Steve who exhaled heavily, patting the space next to him on the stairs. As the boy sat down, the metalhead comfortingly rubbed his palm along his back, resting his chin on his shoulder as they continued to listen.

“Hey, you. How are you doing? Is everything ok?”

“Yeah, no. Everything is fine. I’m fine. I, um, I wanted to call to see if, um, maybe you and Vivi would want to hang out with me. We could have dinner or something.”

“Oh, dude, that would be amazing…”

Your eyes squeezed shut before he finished his sentence. You knew. He had done this so many times during your marriage.

“Baby, that’s amazing, but I can’t actually make it to your graduation that day. I have to work.”

“I know this is so hard for you, Y/N, but I don’t think I can go with you to your dad’s funeral.”

“Hon, I had dinner scheduled at this amazing restaurant but something came up…”

Steve knew this dance to but his father was a lot more aggressive with his approach.

“Congratulations on graduating high school, something everyone accomplishes with little to no effort. I’m proud!”

“Oh, you got an A in English? Come to me when you run your own company. Now THAT’S an accomplishment.”

“But we just have so much going on right now we barely have anytime to even sleep!”, he chuckles. “How about we revisit this conversation in a few months, huh?”

“Ok, baby. Give me this and go hang out in your room, alright?” Dylan hesitates as you pull the phone out of his hand. “It’s ok. I got it.”

“Y/N? Did you put him up to this?!”

“Yes, Charlie. I set in motion a diabolical plan for your son to want to spend time with you.”

“Believe it or not, I have a fucking life of my own now and family to take care of. You both can’t just surprise me like this!”

“He’s asking for a dinner not a fucking vacation! And believe it or not, he’s a part of that family you should be taking care of to.”

The bed dips as Eddie sits beside you, Steve leaning in the doorframe.

“No. Remember, he has a new dad now. Two of them!”

“You’re such a child. Don’t do this, Charlie. He’s a good kid. He deserves better.”

“I don’t know what you want from me, Y/N. I’m busy alright. Look… maybe if we go back to court and come up with a schedule so I can make time…

“Yes, because that worked so well in the past. I’m not going to waste time and money to do all that if you can’t even see him for 2 hours.”

“Still so fucking self-righteous. Like you’re god’s gift to parents. I…”

His voice trailed off as Eddie took the phone from your hand. “Yeah, that’s enough of that.”, he growls under his breath as he hangs up. “You ok, sweetheart?”

“Fucking asshole.”

“I mean…I know I’m not the nicest guy but—”

He smiles when you laugh and push his shoulder. Steve comes up to your side and pulls your head against him as he kisses the top of it.

“I’m sorry, honey. Maybe, we can all go do something this weekend that Dylan likes. Let the kid have some fun.”

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You awoke to the sound of a toddler giggling as she tried to pull herself onto your bed.

“Aurora Munson-Harrington, what are you doing?”, you grin from your place on Steve’s chest.

“Up! Mama, up!”

After untangling yourself from both men’s protective arms, you lean over to grip her biceps as you tug her onto the mattress and plop her on top of the man you were using as a pillow.

“Dada, wake up.”, Ro smiled as she placed both her hands on his cheeks, pressing her face to his.

“Can I help you?”, he groggily asked.

“Teehee. Dada, up.”, she laughs again as she signals with her hand that she’s hungry by tapping her mouth.

“You know, that sounds like a daddy problem. You should go bug daddy.”

“Nooooo… dad!”, she exclaims.

“That’s my girl.”, Eddie smiles as he throws his arm over his eyes, yawning.

Aurora crawls over you and Steve to straddle her father’s chest, tracing his tattoos with her fingers as she waits for someone to do what she asks.

“I can go make breakfast. Let me just check on Dylan real quick.”

“Din bye bye.”, she waves towards the hallway. All eyes fully open as they turn towards the toddler.

“Ro, hey, what do you mean Dylan bye?”, you ask.

She fiddles with her fingers for a bit before answering. “Din bye.”, she babbles some more before pointing towards the stairs. “Beep beep!” You jump out of bed as she mimics the alarm noise you’ve heard her do when someone opens the door.

“STEVE!” He quickly gets up to head for Dylan’s room. “He’s not here!”

“He probably hasn’t gotten far if he woke her up. Come on.”

****

Dylan knew this was going to get him into trouble especially after what his dad did that got him arrested but he has to know. He has to physically talk to his father to understand why he didn’t seem to miss him like he did.

He loved Eddie and Steve so much but he just couldn’t understand why it was so easy for them to be his dad but not for Charlie. Is it something he did? Maybe he shouldn’t have called Eddie dad in front of him…but he was scared…Eddie made him feel safe. As he got older he found he was more into stuff his dad found “appropriate” like sports and things like that. Isn’t that enough?

After a 15-minute walk, he finally arrived at his destination, exhaling out the nerves before knocking on the front door. No one answered immediately so after a few moments he knocked again. He heard angry rumbling on the other side as it finally flew open and he was met with his father.

“Who the fu—Dylan? What are you doing here? Where’s your mom?”

“I needed to see you.”

“You what? Hang on, come in. I need to call Y/N and let her know you’re here.”

The boy walked in heading for the living room as his dad detoured towards the kitchen. It was quiet until he heard your voice echo through the phone.

“Charlie?! Is he there?”

“Yeah, he’s here. Calm down!”

“Don’t tell me to fucking calm down! I’m on my way!”

He huffed under his breath as he hung up the phone.

“I swear, Dil, sometimes your mom such a pain in the ass.”

The boy’s nose scrunches in annoyance. “Don’t call her that.” Charlie turned to glare down at him. “Why don’t you want to spend time with me?”

“Look, bud. You’ll understand more when you get older that adults get extremely busy sometimes and—”

“So does mom, Eddie, and Steve. Eddie owns a store and Steve worked while going to school.”

“Well, fucking good for them.”

The sound of your hand banging on the door cut through the tension that was beginning to build. You flew in as it opened not waiting for an invitation. Charlie gestured for Steve to enter and he did so cautiously, his eyes scanning over Dylan.

“What the hell were you thinking!? You don’t just leave like that!”

The boys eyes avoided yours as he targeted Charlie again. “WHY don’t you want to spend time with me? I play sports, I get good grades. I’ve gotten into more things I know you like so we can do more stuff together. I don’t get it!”

Steve reached for your arm and pulled you slightly back out of the line of fire.

“ANSWER ME!”

“HEY! I’m your father! You don’t speak to me like that!”

“You’re not my dad!” You started to step forward, prepared to shield him from everything going on but Steve’s arm extended out to stop you as his eyes remained on Dylan. “Steve and Eddie are my dad! They don’t make fun of me or tell me what I like is stupid! They come to every one of games and help me when I need it! They are actually there for me when YOU NEVER WERE!”

“Charlie?”, Vivian’s small voice echoed from the hallway; her hand casually resting on the baby bump. “What’s…what’s going on?”

Dylan’s eyes looked her over from head to toe, his bottom lip quivering as if he was trying to form more words but couldn’t. Steve stepped forward and kneeled in front of him like he did when Dylan was smaller.

“Are you ready to go home?”

The boy nods.

“Ok. Is there anything else you want to say to Charlie or maybe Vivian?”

“I don’t want to do this anymore.”, he whispers.

Steve softly smiles as he runs his thumbs under his eyes. Dylan wrapped his arms around his neck and the man lifted him up like the boy was still six years old. As you three headed for the door, Steve turns to address Charlie.

“This was your chance and you blew it. I’m not going to let you hurt him anymore. You stay away from him. Do you hear me?”

“Or what?”, your ex challenged.

“Try me, Charlie. We did this once already and you lost. Now you’re messing with my son. It will be a whole lot worse. Stay. Away.”

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“Beep beep.”, Aurora parroted as the front door opened. Eddie immediately rose to his feet just in time to see Dylan fly past him and out into the backyard.

“What happened?!”

Without a word, you followed after him where he was pacing in the grass trying to catch his breath.

“Dylan, breathe, honey.”

“He’s…he’s replacing me. I knew it…I knew it…”

“Knew what?” His breathing picked up as he slipped further into his panic attack.

Eddie came down into the yard and encircled his arms around him from behind as he placed his palm on the boy’s chest.

“Kid, I want you to do me a favor, ok? Whenever you’re ready, tell me five things you can see.”

“Wh-what?!”

“It can be anything. Surprise me.”

“Um…I see…mom…grass…”

“Good. Keep going. What else?”

“I see…dad on…on the porch…Ro playing inside…sky.”

“Good, kid. You badass. Ok, now tell me four things you hear. Again, any four.”

Dylan’s eyes squeezed shut as he tried to focus. “Birds. I hear birds…kids playing in the street. I hear mom’s breath….and my voice.”

“Ok, three things you can feel.”

His chest was still heaving a bit but you noticed his breathing wasn’t as labored.

“Your hand on my chest. Um…the wind…and the sun.”

“You’re rockin’ it, kid. Two things you smell?”

“Your cigarettes.”

“Well, that’s a given. Even the dead can smell that.” Dylan released a heavy laugh that made you want cry with happiness. “What else?”

“My mom’s perfume.”

“It’s the one you got me for Mother’s Day.”

He and Eddie both grin. “One thing you can taste.”

“My spit.”

The metalhead turned him around, placing both palms on his cheeks. “Gross.” You son laughed as he hugged him, pushing his face into the man’s chest. “You’re okay, Dylan. Everything is okay.”

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Dylan crashed on the couch with his sister who insisted on laying with him when the boy came back inside.

“Din sad? No!”

You three leaned against opposite ends of the kitchen counter as Steve updated Eddie on what happened.

“Fucking prick.”, he sighed.

“What was that, Ed? That you did with him outside?”

“The sensory thing? It’s something some school counselor taught me after I moved in with Wayne. She said it was meant to ground me, get me out of my brain and focus on the moment.”

“You panicked like that?” He subtly nodded before turning his attention to the floor. “I’m sorry.”

“What on earth do you have to be sorry for, sweetheart?”

“Steve was right. I should have told him no. I should have protected him.”

“He needed this, Y/N. Eddie never got to tell his dad how he felt and the closest I’ll ever get was telling him fuck off when you were pregnant. You got to tell your mom and now he got to tell his dad.” Steve exhales as he folds his arms. “Maybe now he can really start healing.”

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After dinner that night and putting Aurora to bed, you laid with Dylan in his room like you guys used to in the apartment.

“I’m sorry I snuck out. I didn’t mean to scare you guys.”

“I appreciate that. You are still grounded though for the next week.”, you smile as you pretend to shutter. “Why do you have to make me punish you? I don’t know how to do that. You never get into trouble.” He chuckles at your words. “I love you so much, weirdo. I hope you know that.”

“I do, mom. I love you to.”

“I remember when you were born and I held you for the first time… I knew I would do anything for you. I always thought I could protect you from all the bad stuff and I try! I really do but sometimes…things slip past me, I guess.”

“Hey. Are we asleep yet?” Steve pokes his head into the boy’s bedroom.

“No, why?”, you grin.

He waves at you both with his hand, urging you to follow him. He leads you outside where Eddie is already waiting.

“Why hello there child and ma-ma.” You roll your eyes playfully at the man’s announcer style voice. He gestures to the box in front of him. “What we have here are disgusting man dishes we had across the way when we were neighbors.”

“Man dishes?”

“Honey, they are glass items that are in plate form but I wouldn’t legally call them that.”, Steve chuckles as he reaches in and hands everyone something to hold. “Eddie and I figure; we’ve been living here for almost 6 years. Time to leave our rowdy bachelors lives behind us.”

“Wow, you two need to calm down.”, you laugh at them.

The metalhead smiles as he nudges Dylan with his elbow. “Remember how I told you a few years ago I moved in with my uncle when my dad did something bad?” The boy nods as he listens to Eddie speak. “He was attempting to steal another car when the owner found him hot wiring it. They got into a fight as my dad tried to run but, of course, cops got him. Because this was one of MANY offenses, the judge didn’t even think twice, and locked him up for good. I remember my mom telling me they had arrested him and why. I couldn’t stop thinking ‘Why? He had us…were we not enough?’.”

Eddie abruptly threw the glass against the concreate around the end of the patio as hard as he could. “Oh wow. That felt nice.”

Steve laughed as he inspected the object he was holding. “My dad always wanted me to be ‘the best’ encouraging me to sign up for sports and these clubs that our family had been a part of for generations. The problem was he never told me what ‘the best’ looked like. In high school, I was MVP in basketball but our team never made it to the championship. Somehow that was my fault…not like he would know because he never went to any of the games.”

The man copied Eddie’s action, the glass shattering loudly. “You’re right, man. That did feel nice.”

Dylan looked up at you eagerly as you heavily sighed. “I hated back to school shopping with my parents. Kierra and I would always hold hands and listen to them bicker about which outfit was appropriate. My dad advocated for what would make us comfortable whereas my mom wanted what looked the best. I remember one time she took us into the dressing room and insisted we prove to her that my dad’s suggestions would work. I had on blue jeans and a yellow tank top with sneakers. Kierra found a sundress that was so gorgeous. She, um, she said my sister looked like a truck stop hooker and my shirt over accentuated my stomach making me look fat.”

You threw your glass object a bit harder than you meant to but it did release a lot of aggression you felt in your chest, not just from the memory but everything else.

“When I was smaller, when mom and dad were together, I didn’t get why he was never home but…I was okay with it because he yelled at you a lot when he was.”, Dylan exhales before continuing. “When he would take me somewhere, he always seemed... distracted. He would be talking to other people or on his phone. He took me to a movie one time and after the previews said he needed to go to bathroom and didn’t come back till the movie was over.”

You son threw his plate hard and you followed him reaching for something else to throw along with him.

“If I could go back in time, I swear to god…”, you growl.

“Ok, Rocky. Chill.”, Eddie chuckles as he runs his palm through your hair. “But for real though. What kind of guy would leave a dope kid to watch…what was it?”

“Spiderman.”

“Oh my god. Seriously? Who does that?” The metalhead tosses a plate casually, smiling when it shatters.

“Eddie’s right. I mean, you’ve shown me all those Marvel movies! Wait until Ro get into them and you can tell her all that trivia you gave me. I think it’s so cool you know all that stuff.”, Steve grins as he throws something else.

“My dad never liked anything I did! He always said it boring and nerdy.”

“Who says? And even then, what’s wrong with being nerdy?” Eddie hands him something to throw and he does.

“Right? There’s nothing wrong with it. Not like it matters because I tried things he likes and he still doesn’t care!” Dylan continued to talk, casually throwing things between each of his sentence. “I did everything I could and even then, he’s still too busy! He was too busy for mom and me but had time for Vivi! He was too busy to hang out with me but has time for everyone else! He always seemed to find time to make my mom cry or tell me I should try something other boys are into but can’t come to one baseball game! He doesn’t even call me on my birthday anymore! How is he going to have time for a baby when he doesn’t have any time for me!”

Dylan pauses as he reaches into the box again to find it empty. He turns his head to find you three standing off to the side, watching him. Steve takes his hand and guides him to the porch steps where he and Eddie sit so they can be eye level with him as you come up behind him, wrap your arms around his chest, and rest your head on top of his own.

“Do you how when people say, ‘I know how you feel’ and you think ‘You have no fucking idea how I feel’? Dylan… we KNOW how you feel. We know our family is a little weird but…”, Steve smiles when the boy laughs. “The first time we met you when you knocked on our door, we knew you were a unique kid. You’re so smart, funny, incredibly kind. I love watching you play with Ro. You’re extremely patient with her and you make her giggle all the time.”

“You’re actually a lot like your mom. When we met her our lives were kind of stagnant.”

“Stagnant?”

“Boring.”, you reply. “I know. Eddie’s whipping out the big words.”

“You calm down over there, princess.”, he winks before turning his attention back to Dylan. “What Steve and I are trying to say is, we understand that you’re going to think about or miss Charlie. Nothing wrong with that and you won’t hurt our feelings if you ever want to talk about him or anything like that. We just hope you know that…we love you very much.”

“And we would never do anything to make you feel like you’re not important or that what you like or enjoy doesn’t matter. We see you the exact same way we Aurora. You’re our son. Full stop. No strings attached. No conditions. You’re safe with us, little man.”

Dylan detaches from you to wrap his arms around Steve before disconnecting to do the same with Eddie.

“Ok, criminal. You’re free from the adults now.”

“Criminal?”

“I don’t know. Kid’s sneaking out now, getting grounded…He’s a wild child. Who knows what he’ll do next.”, Eddie shrugs as Dylan rolls his eyes before they meet yours.

“Go head and can you please make sure Ro is still asleep?”

“Oh! And don’t tell her about this. The toddler doesn’t really need that idea planted in her head of throwing dishes.”

Your son nods as he runs back into the house. Both men look up at you with a knowing gleam in their eyes.

“And you two were afraid of becoming your fathers.”, you smirk.

“Eh. We may have grown up a little bit these past six years.”, Steve grins as he reaches for your arms, tugging you between his legs before leaning his neck up to kiss your lips.

“Thank you for that and this.”, you gesture towards the glass.

“Of course. Now let me go get a broom so you can clean up this mess you made, sweetheart.”

You fain a gasp as he stands and you lightly smack him with your hand. “MY mess!? Excuse me, sir!” Eddie cackles as he runs into the house and Steve guides you towards a step to take a seat. “You’re not even going to let me help, are you?”

The boy shakes his head as he grins, the metalhead charging back out with a broom and a trash bag.

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demodoggonetired · 9 months

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" I'm Batty 4 U "

For the @steddiemicrofic September Prompt: Charm || 548 Words || Rating: T || Warnings: implied verbally absuvie parent, implied period-typical homophobia

It sweeps through the group like wildfire after the whole Vecna ordeal. Something about everyone trying to go back to normal, re-engaging with non-world-ending topics.

Out window shopping, El happens upon a charm bracelet display and within the week convinces Hopper to buy one for her and Max. And who’s to deny the girl that's suffered through so much.

El states it as her “momento of who she is, and those who helped her find that definition.” All while thumbing the rainbow and sunflower charms.

So it’s no surprise when Robin, Nancy, and Erica are seen wearing their own charm bracelet designs after Girl’s Night. Then through a spidering chain of conversations and convincing, the rest of the party soon each have custom bracelets.

For Steve though, the issue is that he’s just not a bracelet sort of guy. The occasional pinching when it doesn’t sit right. Constant jangling and shifting every time you move. It’s not for him.

(Plus he knows his Dad would make him throw it out if he ever saw it. “Jewelry isn’t for men.” and all that. (Of course I don’t agree, Robin. But I still don’t want to risk it getting tossed.))

Until Robin solves the problem for him. Turning his bracelet into a keychain for his car keys. And he didn’t realize just how much he’d come to care for said keychain once it’d stop pinching his wrist.

Exactly as El had painted it from the get-go; a constant reminder that he’s more than the harsh words his dad sneers as “encouragement”.

Of who he matters to and of who matters to him. His family.

But it’s not for another few months that his keychain gains a companion.

“Hey, uh. Hey, Stevie.”

They’d danced around one another for weeks. From exchanged glances at the hospital, to touching under the guise of lending a hand, pulling excuses to spend time together.

“Yea?”

Finally culminating in Steve getting fed up and testing the waters with a kiss ‘hello’.

“I know we’ve only been technically dating for a month now. But I’m pretty sure I remember you being a big relationship guy back in high school, and I figured well ‘Stevie probably never had someone buy him the cheesy anniversary gifts he bought for others’-”

“They weren't cheesy, they were well thought out-”

“And so, I got you something as a faux sort of ‘Happy One Month Anniversary’ gift.”

Eddie shoves the little trinket into Steve’s hands, forcing him to drop his book.

“Small towns, especially Hawkins in particular, suck and so I figured this is as public as we’d be able to be. And I know the bat was maybe a bold choice considering the bites and all that shit but- Actually maybe this was a bad idea- Ya know what, give it back right now, Stevie. This was stupid- I’m gonna do something else.”

Deftly leaning away, Steve hooks his arm around his boyfriend so he can’t lunge for the keychain again.

“Oh hell no. My boyfriend gave this to me, it’s mine now. You can’t take Ozzy from me.”

“Ozzy? What?”

“Yeah, the little bat charm. His name’s Ozzy, he told me so himself.”

“What-?? Shit- Jesus Christ, you’re so lame. Come here so I can kiss your lame, adorable face.”

#bad news: he did not actually solve the jangling #but he has come to accept it #a little bit of reclaiming your character motifs in this one #also don't think about eddie putting little charms on his belt chain btw it's too cute #enjoy another fluffy prompt fill because the other idea I had was so angsty #I'm still considering doing the second fill since I already drafted it tho but we shall see #anyone else get possessed with the sudden urge to draw a set of keys with 21 semi-realistic little metal charms? no? just me?#(while zoomed into the image. right click the image and open in a new tab if you want full resolution for whatever reason)#also naming this microfic after my favorite charm because i couldn't resist (still kicking myself for forgetting the dice charm ahh)#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie microfic #my posts #my writing #my art

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snowdropluck204 · 1 year

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Honey - Steve Harrington x Single Mother! Reader - pt 1

This is just from a random thought I had a little while ago and how freaking cute it would be, in this series, it's all set after the show is over and done with basically, there is no more trouble coming from the upside down, it follows the basic storyline with the other characters too, but Eddie does not die!!!

Anyway! Enjoy! _________________________________

3rd Person Pov

Steve couldn't believe his rotten luck. His mom had managed to grab him before he could leave the house for work, asking him if he'd take a basket of goodies across the street. Apparently some new neighbours had just moved in and she wanted to welcome them to the neighbourhood.

Steve's mother hadn't always done this, but after more and more people started to leave Hawkins because of the weird stuff that happened there, there were less neighbours around to impress.

He wished he could just say no, that he would be late if he did this, but he knew he'd hear and earful from both of his parents so he just nodded with a plastic smile, taking the basket and heading out the door. Steve knew he'd only have to deal with this for another week or so, most of his stuff had been packed up, he was just waiting for his next day off to move out.

Steve smiled as he thought about his new place, he couldn't afford a place of his own quite yet, neither could Robin, or Eddie, so they decided they would find a place together. The three of them got along great, even if Steve was the most mature one (truly a worrying thought). Leaving his green Family Video vest on the hood of his car, Steve made his way over to the house with the very recently added 'sold' sign.

He wasn't sure what to expect when he knocked on the door, actually, that wasn't true. He knew exactly what to expect. Nobody interesting ever moved here, it was probably an older couple, recently retired, looking for a place to finally settle. Or a couple of strung up desk jockeys like his dad.

So when a small girl, about four or five, answered the front door, coming down off of her tiptoes from reaching for the door handle, Steve was genuinely shocked.

She was tiny, chestnut ringlets that reached just under her chin, big brown eyes that made Steve melt and a cute smattering of freckles across her cheeks, holding a soft blanket and sucking her thumb. Steve was truly surprised, this was certainly not who he had expected, but he still bent down and put a soft smile on his face.

"Hey there, is your mom or dad home?" He practically whispered, his voice changing completely to accommodate the child in his presence. She mere nodded at him, reaching to grab his free hand and began tugging him into the house. This certainly was not how he expected his Monday to begin.

Being tugged by a being that was probably a quarter of his height was rather daunting, especially when he was also carrying a fairly heavy gift. Steve was fairly worried about being in a stranger's house, what if he never left it? What if this kid was a ploy to get people to enter? What if...?

All those questions went out the window. As he was dragged into the kitchen, his breath was taken by the sight in front of him. A beautiful woman, couldn't have been any older than he was, cradling a baby, swaddled in blue, close to her chest, humming softly. Somehow she was also able to make breakfast for the other little one, smiling as she did so.

To Steve, this was everything he had ever wanted. It was so pure, so sweetly domestic. That was when the beauty looked up, seeing him being led in by, what he now assumed was her daughter. Steve expected to have something thrown at him, in all honesty, who wouldn't when there was a random man in their home, holding onto their child's hand.

Her smile dropped slightly, but didn't disappear, she looked at her daughter and asked in a quiet voice, not wanting to disturb the baby, "Who's this Sam?" Steve felt his knees buckle slightly at the sound of her voice.

The girl, now known as Sam, shrugged her shoulders, let go of Steve's hand and wandered off, clutching her blanket still. Chuckling at the little girl, the woman's smile returned, waving Steve to the breakfast bar, offering him a seat.

Steve swallowed his nerves, that had sprung up very suddenly, and took a seat. The woman smiled at him, clearly seeing his nervousness, and offered him a cup of coffee, which he politely refused. The woman nodded, "So, why did my daughter drag you into the house? I assume you're here for something?" She asked, pouring a glass of orange juice and setting it down in front of him.

Steve smiled at the woman and nodded, taking a sip of the juice. "Yeah, sorry about that!" He said, scratching the back of his neck, "I just came to drop this off, my mom asked me to bring it over. We live across the street, I'm Steve, Steve Harrington." He told her, keeping his voice low and even to avoid disturbing the baby.

The woman grinned at him, looking at the basket his mother had made up, there was all sorts of stuff in there, a bottle of wine, nice cheeses, some bath stuff and a few other things. "Well tell your mother I said thank you, not many people would be happy with new neighbours such as us..." She trailed off, looking down and the baby in her arms, before her smile returned.

"I'm (y/n) (l/n), you've obviously already met Samantha, and this is Jamie." She cooed, bouncing the boy in her arms. Steve smiled at the woman, (y/n), what a lovely name.

Steve thought back on something that (y/n) had said, "You said something earlier, about not many people being happy with neighbours like you? What did you mean by that? Not that you have to tell me, I was just curious!" He stammered, not wanting to offend the woman in front of him.

(y/n) simply giggled, a honeyed laugh that Steve would do anything to be able to hear again. "It's not a problem, it's just that usually a woman as young as me with two children is usually only accepted by the neighbourhood if she'd married, which I am not." She chuckled, leaning to give baby Jamie a kiss when he stirred.

Steve felt his heart jump, a few times, she was single? Did that mean he may have had a shot? Obviously he wouldn't just ask her out immediately, she had two kids to think about first and she'd just moved in, she probably wanted to get settled before even thinking about dating a random guy that just walked into her home.

But the idea that he could be a part of this kind of life, waking up to two beautiful children every morning, his wife in the kitchen making breakfast, making sure he had something to eat and drink before he left for work or to get the kids to school, the idea made him ache.

Speaking of work...

Steve took a look at his watch and realised that he really was going to be late now, so he quickly swigged his juice, "I am so so sorry, I'd love to stay and talk more but I've got to get to work..." (y/n) looked up at him with shining eyes, confused at why he had shot up so quickly, "If you need anything," He began writing his phone number down on a sheet of paper, "Please give me a call, avoid talking to my parents if you can!" He joked, only somewhat serious.

Leaving his glass in the sink, he began leaving, saying goodbye to (y/n) and Jamie, and waving with a soft smile at Samantha, who had been peeking at him from around the corner, before leaving for work.

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Running from his car and into Family Video, Steve was already apologising profusely to Robin, who was glaring at him from behind the counter. He wound up being half an hour late, meaning Robin had to open up without him.

Robin began tapping her fingers on the counter top, something she only did when she was trying to calm her anger for Steve. "I get it, you're sorry! But what the hell took you so long! I had to cover for your ass!" Steve apologised again, shucking his vest on and starting to re-shelve the returned movies.

"I know, I'm so sorry! My mom asked me to take something over to the new neighbours and I sort of lost track of time..." He explained, his mind already drifting off to thinking about the woman he'd left behind, he would much rather be helping her move heavy boxes than be here.

Robin looked at him sceptically from across the room, she'd seen that look on his face before.

"Who's the girl?" She asked, blatantly. Steve panicked, dropping the pile of tapes. Looking back at Robin, she now had an annoying smirk on her face, she knew she was right on the money and was now being smug about it.

"I- No, there's- I mean-!" Steve tried to lie his way out of it, only to sigh and give up, he knew Robin knew him better than that, he wouldn't get away with it. "Her name's (y/n)..." He muttered, already feeling his cheeks turn pink at the thought of her.

Robin smiled in victory, jumping over the counter to get closer to Steve, already forgiving him for being late, now she was interested in something else. "I knew it! Spill! I wanna hear everything!" She cheered, it wasn't rare for Steve to be interested in someone, but for him to try and lie about it? Or even for the thought of this woman to make him so shy and nervous, she must have been something special.

Steve smiled at his best friend, "She's amazing, I barely know her of course, but she's sweet and thoughtful and has these two kids that are just ador-"

Robin stopped him.

"Wait, she has kids? Steve are you getting a crush on a married woman!?" She hollered, smacking his arm. Having feelings for a girl is normal for Steve, but a married woman is something Robin couldn't abide.

"Ow! No! She's not married, she's a single mom! She told me she was surprised my mom would send her anything because small towns usually aren't accepting her for being single with two kids!" Steve explained frantically, as Robin chased him, throwing pens at him.

Robin stopped in her tracks, "Oh, well that's okay then!" She said, "Anyway! Continue!" She said, beginning to pick up the things she'd thrown at him.

Steve shook his head with a chuckle, "She's got a girl and a boy, I don't know exactly how old they are, but one of them's still a baby. (y/n)'s just amazing! She's got the kids, but she still manages to make breakfast for them, with a smile on her face. She invited me in and immediately offered to make me a coffee, I said no, politely, but she still gave me juice."

Robin looked at him, "Wow, you're smitten!" She shouted, beginning to once again chase him around Family Video. And as Steve was running away, he couldn't help but question it... Was he smitten?

Yeah, yeah he was.

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I hope you guys liked this chapter! I do want to make this into a series, let me know if that seems interesting! Thank you for reading this! Xxx

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thevestigeofvanillaan · 2 years

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Something About You..

steve harrington x female reader!

content: smut!, kinda fluffy (i was feeling generous), best friends older brother, praise, pet names, belly buldge, pretty vanilla if you ask me.

summary: when sleeping over at your bestfriend's house, you hear loud music from the living room couch. feeling pretty bored and lonely as your friend is asleep, you decide to go jam out with steve, her older brother.

here's the song you guys are listening to!: youtube link! soundcloud link!

"You're such a pushover, you know that?" I whisper out to my friend as she takes two bottles of beer out of her parents secret fridge in her basement.

"Not like they're home. You can talk out loud, you know that?" She giggles back handing me a beer before she walks up the basement stairs.

I follow not soon after.

"Steve! I need your bottle opener!" She yells into the hallway towards her brother Steve's room.

He walks out the room with a bottle opener connected to his car keys.

"Why?" He asks.

"Drinkin' you want in?" She smiles, taking the keys out of his hand to open the bottle, making a loud pop.

"Yeah, usually I'd say yes, but not tonight." He says as she hands the keys to me.

I take it from her and attempt to open the bottle, but I just don't know how.

"You need help? Here.." Steve takes the bottle and the keys out of my hands gently, brushing my hand.

He pops it open effortlessly, handing me the bottle after taking a swig of the alcohol.

He sucks in breath before saying "Eh.. one won't hurt." Making his way to the basement door.

I laugh, taking a sip myself.

"Steve, you could just buy us our own since you are legal now." My friend rolls her eyes.

"The people at the liquor store know mom and dad, they'd kill me if they found out I was buying alcohol and especially giving it to you guys, who are only 18! You're close though, just move out the city find a new liquor store." He chuckles as he closes the door behind him, opening his own bottle.

"Well, we've gotta pick out a movie to watch. Steve you wanna come?" She offers.

"Nah, I got shit to do, sorry sis."

"As if, what? Homework, Mr. 21?" She rolls her eyes jokingly, walking away.

I follow her, watching Steve from behind me walk to his room.

"What do you wanna watch?" She yawns, finishing the rest of her beer.

"You pick, I picked last time." I smile, taking small sips of my beer which is still half full.

"My head is killing me! I'm just gonna turn this on and get some rest, mind throwing these in the bin outside?"

"Yeah, I'll throw them out." I nod, laying down under a blanket on the other side of the couch as my almost passed out best friend.

I smile, looking at her softly fall asleep so quickly.

I stand up and take her bottle, walking to the front door. Soon walking over to the recycling bin on the side of her garage.

Taking a pack of cigarettes out of my coat pocket and a lighter, I attempt to light the cig when my lighter isn't working.

"Fuck, you stupid bitch, work!" I grunt with the cigarette between my lips.

"Need a light?" I hear from behind me.

I turn around to see Steve walking outside, holding his own cigarettes and a lighter.

"Yeah, please." He walks over and holds the lighter before my face, lighting the cigarette between my lips.

I suck in before blowing smoke out, taking a sip of the last of my beer before throwing the bottle out.

"So, how's school treatin' you? Big senior year right? Excited 'bout anythin'?" Steve asks, creating conversation vast the quiet outside.

"It could be better." I bring the cigarette to my lips, I offer it to him as I noticed he hadn't gotten his own out.

He takes it and takes a puff, blowing the smoke to my face.

"Haha so funny, Harrington."

"Why don't you just call me Steve?" He smirks.

"Maybe I should start callin' you Mr. Harrington. Cus you're old." I wink, giggling as he offers me the cigarette.

"You wound me, I'm not that old." He brings his hand to his heart in an act of hurt.

I roll my eyes playfully.

"I'm heading back in, gonna maybe try to sleep." I say softly, throwing the cigarette on the floor before stomping on it gently, putting out the fire.

He throws out the beer bottle he had in his hand that's now empty before following me back inside.

Steve walks to his room down the hall from the living room, before entering his room completely he turns to me.

"Night." He smiles before shutting the door.

"Goodnight.." I whisper almost to myself before getting under blanket, beginning to watch whatever nonsense was on the tv.

"This shit is boring." I grab the remote and turn it off, laying down attempting to sleep.

But I toss and turn.

I'm just not tired.

Until I hear a subtle sound. Is that.. music?

I sit up, checking my surroundings when I hear lyrics begin.

"I wear my sunglasses at night.." it goes on.

I sigh, looking at the light under Steve's door, realizing it's coming from his room.

"I love that song." I smile.

I think for a moment. Should I go in there? I'm pretty bored.. and she's knocked. I look at my friend, sleeping on the couch peacefully.

I take the blanket off of myself, bringing my warm feet to the cold wooden floor.

Listening to the sound of electric guitar, I lead wobbly legs towards Steve's room.

When I arrive at his door, I bring my hand in contact with it before knocking softly.

"Uh- yeah? Come in!" He attempts to yell over the loud music, turning down the music.

"Your music is loud." I smirk, walking into his room, closing the door behind me. I switch his lights to off, the lamp being the only light source.

"Sorry." He smirks back, patting a space on his bed for me to sit.

"It's okay. I love this song." I graze his arm on accident, beginning to sing along with the song.

He brings his hand to the small of my back, assuring that he's fine if we touch. He must've been able to tell how nervous I was when we made contact.

He smiles at me softly when I look up into his eyes.

"You know.. something about you.. it's different." He begins. "I mean, you're pretty to start.. You're smart but hang around my dumb little sister." I giggle at his comment. "But I don't know. I can't put my finger on what I find so attractive about you."

I bring my hand to his chest softly before pushing him onto the bed, straddling his chest.

"Woah- maybe your confidence." He chuckles quickly before we kiss.

"There's a lot you haven't seen, Harrington." I begin to take my shirt off and over my head.

He turns us over so he's on top when I scream at the sudden movement.

"Shshsh.. don't wake her up, 'm trynna have some fun." He brings his lips to my bare chest kissing all over, causing me to whimper.

He takes his shirt off before unbuckling his pants as I take off my own.

Once we are both undressed he looks at me smiling before kissing me softly on the lips.

"Tell me if you wanna stop, okay?" He says softly, brushing my hair behind my ears.

I nod with a serious expression. I can feel his bring his tip to my entrance, slowly beginning to slide inside.

"So wet for me princess." He leans down to kiss my cheek before beginning a steady pace.

I bite my lip to muffle a moan, looking Steve in the eyes as he fucks me slow and deep.

"F-faster.." I mumble, him gaining accellerance in his thrusts.

"Oh prettygirl fuck." He moans.

Oh his moans, they're so pretty.

I scratch at his chest. "Steve.. I wanna cum."

"I know baby.. you will." He grins, fucking into me harder.

"Ahmm Steve!!" I bite my lip again before he leans down again, keeping his pace.

He kisses me softly, again, and again..

His lips are so soft, so plump and pink from aggressive making out.

He leans back up and places a hand on my lower stomach. "You feel me? Right here?" He grabs my hand and places it in the same place, feeling a belly buldge.

I moan at the feeling.

"Steve 'm gonna cum!" I stipple a groan.

"Fuck baby, me too.." He fucks into me harder, grabbing my hips as I grind myself back into him.

I reach my high, covering my own mouth as to not wake up my friend to an orgasm from her older brother.

Once it's all finished he lays down next to me.

"Something about you, baby.. makes me love you." He kisses my cheek cuddling up to my side pulling a blanket over us.

"But what about-"

"Forget about her. It won't hurt her to see you walk outta here in the mornin'." He assures me, giving more kisses over my neck.

I comb his hair with my nails.

"Night, baby." He smiles into my chest.

"Goodnight Steve.." I smile up at his ceiling drifting to sleep in his embrace.

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allthingsfangirl101 · 2 years

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Bad Influence–Steve Harrington

After dinner, I headed up to my room. I grabbed my homework and spread it around my bed. I was in the middle of my calc homework when I heard a knock. I looked over my shoulder, my eyes widening when I saw a certain boy standing outside my window.

Steve jerked his head over his shoulder, signaling for me to come outside.

I shook my head no.

He sighed before jerking his head again. I shook my head again as I pointed at my watch.

He shrugged his shoulders as he mouthed, "So?"

I sighed before grabbing a scrap piece of paper and writing; Curfew.

He knocked on my window, finally making me jump up. I ran over to my window and swung it open.

"Don't do that," I whispered. "My parents will hear you and we'll both be in trouble."

"Y/N. . ."

"You really shouldn't be here, Steve. If my parents find out you're sneaking over. . ."

"Why don't they like me?" He asked, pretending like he didn't care about the answer.

"My mom likes you," I defended.

"Your dad doesn't."

"To be fair," I sighed, "he doesn't like anyone. Especially teenage boys the same age as his daughter. Double especially if they're interested in her."

My comment made us both laugh. He reached over and grabbed my hands that were resting on the window sill. When he looked up at me, his eyes were soft.

"I'm not the guy I used to be," he whispered.

"I know that," I said quickly. "It's just. . . My dad doesn't think people can change."

"Especially a teenage boy who cares about his daughter," Steve mumbled.

"He'll see it," I said, trying to make him feel better. "Once he accepts that I'm not a little girl anymore and that you are exactly who I should be with, he'll come around. He'll see that you're different now."

"What if he doesn't?"

"He will."

"What if he doesn't?"

"He will, Steve."

"But what if he doesn't?!"

He sighed, instantly regretting his outburst. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I just. . . I hate that he won't let us see each other. I even asked his permission to take you on a date and he said no. He didn't even give me a reason why. He just said that I wasn't good enough."

I cut him off by grabbing his face and pressing my lips to his. He sucked in a surprised gasp but quickly recovered and started kissing me back.

Even though Steve asked my dad if he could take me on a date a couple of days ago, we've been together for a couple of weeks. Steve works at the ice cream shop in the mall and I work at a store within the mall. We change our schedules so we can have lunch together. Some days we even sync our breaks.

I broke the kiss and leaned my forehead against his, but didn't let go of his face. Eventually, Steve leaned back and reached up, grabbing my wrists. He hesitated before slowly pulling my hands away from his face.

"Come with me," he whispered. "I know your parents are in the other room and we could get caught but. . . Please."

I intertwined our fingers, causing him to smile. He instantly helped me out of my window. We walked around the side of my house to the tree on the corner of our property. I smiled when I saw the setup.

Under our tree, Steve had set up blankets, pillows, candles, and a small picnic basket.

"What is all this?" I asked as I glanced back at Steve.

"Happy three-month anniversary."

I bit back the tears as I threw my arms around him and pulled him into a tight hug. He laughed as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"I can't believe you did all of this for me," I whispered, subconsciously tightening my arms around him.

Steve pulled out of the hug and smiled down at me. He grabbed my hand and led me over to the blanket. We sat down and I couldn't help but laugh when I saw the picnic basket was actually an ice chest. He pulled out a large Sunday that he had clearly gotten from work.

We spent the next hour, cuddled together, eating ice cream. When the ice cream was gone, I leaned into Steve and rested my head on his shoulder.

"I still can't believe you did this," I sighed.

"What do you mean?" Steve chuckled. "You deserve this. And more."

"We've only been together three months."

"Excuse me?"

We jumped up at my father's voice. We turned around, greeted by his disapproving glare.

"Dad," I stuttered. "I can explain. . ."

"I told you to stay away from my daughter," Dad said, not looking at me. All of his anger was focused on Steve.

"Dad, please. . ."

"Y/N, go inside," he cut me off harshly. "I'll deal with you later. Right now, I need to remind this boy. . ."

"Sir," Steve cut off my father. "I know you think I'm a bad influence on Y/N, but the truth is, she's an influence on me. Ever since I met her, I've known how incredible she is and I've wanted to become someone worthy of her. I've made mistakes. I've done stupid things. But not since I met your daughter. I care about Y/N, very much, sir. I would never do anything to hurt her."

I held my breath as I waited for my father to say something, anything.

"Dad, I. . ."

"Ever since we moved to this town," my father cut me off, "weird things have been happening. First, people went missing. Then, all those power outages. Rumors of aliens. Russians attacking. Who knows what's next. I need to know that you would protect my daughter if something happened."

"I would," Steve said quickly. "I would do whatever it takes to protect Y/N, sir."

"You'd risk your own life?" He asked.

"If it meant keeping her safe," Steve said without a second thought.

"Why?"

"What?" Steve stuttered, taken back by my father's short question.

"You just said that you would risk your own life to protect Y/N."

"And I meant it," Steve said slowly, yet firmly.

"Would you die for her?"

"Dad," I sighed. I was about to say something but Steve cut me off.

"Yes."

I looked over at him to see him staring directly at my father. I glanced at my dad to see his expression hadn't changed.

"You're willing to see my daughter even though I told you to leave her alone," my father started listing off. "You snuck over to my house, knowing I was inside to what?"

"To celebrate the three months I've spent with your daughter," Steve said instantly. He glanced over at me and smiled as he added, "The best three months of my life."

"The best three months of my life too," I said softly.

"Mr. Y/L/N," Steve said before slowly turning back towards my father, "I know what you think of me and I don't blame you for being hesitant. You're protecting her, but you have to understand that I would never do anything to hurt her. I'm not the same guy I was in high school. And Y/N's a big part of that."

"Steve," my father sighed.

"I swear," Steve interrupted my father. "I'm not that same guy I was in high school, sir."

"Do you still drink?" My father cut him off again. "What about drugs? You did those in high school."

"Dad," I cut him off. "That's not fair."

"It isn't?" My father scoffed. "Y/N, drugs only lead to something worse and you don't need that in your life."

"But Dad. . ."

"No," he said sharply. "I am trying to protect you."

"And I am trying to tell you that Steve changed," I said, gaining my confidence. "I knew him in high school, okay? I know exactly what kind of guy he was. But I also know him now. Trust me, Dad. He's different now. He's better. He doesn't drink. He stopped doing drugs. But you refuse to see that."

"Y/N. . ."

"No," I cut him off, angry tears filling my eyes. "You refuse to see that he's exactly who I should be with. It doesn't matter to you that he's changed. It doesn't matter that he worked hard to get better. It doesn't matter that I love him."

"You do?" Steve stuttered. I looked over to see him smiling at me.

"I do," I said with a small—slightly embarrassed—shrug.

He chuckled as he slowly walked toward me. He reached forward and grabbed my hands. He looked down as he intertwined our fingers. When he looked up at me, his eyes were soft.

"I love you too," he said gently. "More than I've ever loved anyone in my life."

He glanced down at my lips, but suddenly looked away. It was then that I remembered my Dad was still a couple of feet away from us. I glanced over my shoulder, surprised by what I saw.

My father was smiling.

"You're right," he said. "You have changed, Steve."

My dad was about to walk inside but stopped. He glanced over at me before looking at Steve.

"If you hurt my daughter," he started to threaten.

"I won't," Steve said quickly. "I promise."

Dad nodded before sending me a small smile. He turned around and finally headed back inside. The second my dad was in the house, Steve and I closed the gap between us.

I jumped into his arms and he easily caught me. He wrapped his arms around my waist as I wrapped my arms around his neck. We slowly pulled out of our hug.

I looked up at him and he looked down at me. We held our stares for a minute before slowly starting to lean in. Soon our lips pressed together. The second they touched, I tightened my arms around him.

We broke the kiss, both of us breathing heavily. Steve leaned his forehead against mine as we caught our breaths.

"Do you think your father would be mad if we finished our date?" Steve asked, his voice soft.

"I think it would be okay," I chuckled. I was about to walk back to the blanket, but he pulled on my arm and stopped me. He slowly pulled me into his chest. He smiled before whispering.

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Steve."

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garden-of-gay · 11 months

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You're On Your Own Kid, Part 2

Part 1

So....remember how I said you guys would get comfort, well…..you do, y’all just get more hurt first. I’m sorry, I promise it is coming but a lot of things need to happen first so for now we get sad Steve.

TW: Some use of homophobic slurs (it’s only once but I figure I still let y’all know)

TW: Implied child abuse (because you know, Steve’s parents suck)

Great Escape

It took quite a while for Steve to calm down and when he did, that is when the embarrassment came flooding in.

“Eds I’m so sorry, I-” Steve was abruptly cut off by Eddie’s voice.

“Sweetheart, why are you apologizing? You have nothing to be sorry for.”

He was using a tone that made Steve want to cry all over again, it was so soft and caring, in a way that he didn’t know how to process.

“I– I, I’m not supposed to cry so…so I’m sorry” Steve said softly, but the moment it left his mouth he felt stupid.

“Stevie, who told you that you can’t cry” Eddie was baffled at how such a seemingly strong boy could help others when they stumbled but not offer himself the same courtesy. He also knew that the ones who had told him this had been his parents but still wanted to give Steve the chance to tell him on his own terms.

“Darling, please, who told you this?” He said it one again, so kindly that Steve couldn’t understand why he was being so sweet to him.

“Why are you being so kind to me? Shouldn’t you be upset with me” Steve asked, fighting back tears once again.

“Babydoll, why would I not be? You deserve all the kindness in the world from me, darling” Eddie waited a moment listening before Steve began to softly speak and with a sadness in his voice that only sent another wave of sadness through Eddie’s already broken heart.

“Well its just, my parents especially my dad said he can’t deal with criers and no son of his was going to be a sissy, faggot”

Steve could remember the way his father would yell at him for the tears that would fall down his face as a child; could still envision the rage that would plague his face. Overtime, he learned to stifle his tears until he was alone, to avoid the wrath of his fathers words and fist. Even now knowing his parents weren’t home, because they never were, he would still hide in his closet to cry.

Eddie began to speak breaking Steve from his thoughts

“I– I’m so sorry Stevie, you never deserved that, still don’t deserve that” He said with his voice breaking.

“It’s okay, Eds I’m okay, promise” Steve said to not only Eddie but also to himself hoping that if he said it aloud he could make it true”

Eddie knew it was a lie but decided not to push.

“Hey Eds, I'm tired, I'm going to turn in for the night”

“Yeah.... okay"

"hey, you know I see a great escape for you, I see you running away from the pain they caused you and never looking back. If anyone could do it it’s you” Steve loved the way Eddie had said it, it made it feel so real, that maybe he really could.

“Thanks, so long Daisy May” Steve joked

“Daisy May!? Who the hell is Daisy May?” Eddie asked incredulously

Steve chuckled before answering

“She’s a character that my grandma loved, she’s from a comic I think, I don’t know.”

Although Steve was tired, he proceeded to speak with Eddie for another hour before finally falling asleep, causing Eddie to eventually hang up.

A couple days later he found himself talking to Robin about his conversation, leaving out the part where he cried over the phone; even though he knew that Robin wouldn’t judge him.

“And then we talked for like 4 hours, I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun talking to someone Rob! He’s just so ... .He is just so wonderful.” He said with a certain warmth inside

“ Aughhh, just ask him out already, Dingus!! He likes you, and listen I love you but if I have to go another shift hearing you wax poetry about Eddie I might just have to hit you” Robin huffed before Steve said something that left her holding back laughter.

“Okay, listen I thought about but then I found a flower and did the stupid petal picking things that people do and like I got he loves me not which destroyed the thought on the spot”

“Steve, you’re going to trust a flower over your PLATONIC SOULMATE!!! I can’t believe this” she chuckled. They fought for a bit before getting back to work and finishing their shift off.

Steve had gotten home and had two hours to kill before he had to pick up Dustin and then go to Eddie’s for their movie night. He couldn’t stop thinking about his conversation he had last night with the older boy and found himself sitting in his room writing. Steve liked to write, he knew he wasn’t the best at it and had only shown Robin any of his writing but he liked to do it nonetheless. He took out his notebook and began to write, he did something he hadn’t done in a while, he began to write a song. He wasn’t as good as Eddie when it came to music but soon enough two hours had passed and he had made a pretty decent song and would have worked on it more if he had not seen the time and realized he needed to pick up Dustin.

"OH SHIT"

On the drive over he felt the bloom within him that always came from writing and was thinking about whether he should write in his room more often.

He arrived at Dustin’s 15 minutes later to find him already outside.

“Hey Dusty-” Steve began, as Dustin climbed into his front seat he began to rant

“You’re 5 minutes late Steve and now I’m going to be late. Dude, what could you have been doing that made you late!”

“Listen here, shithead, I was busy and lost track of time okay!? Be grateful that I’m even driving your ass” Steve retorted

“Thank you” Dustin grumbled

“Good, now put your seatbelt on”

“Okay mom” Dustin mumbled under his breath

“What was that? Steve asked

“Hmm nothing” Dustin replied refusing to look at Steve

“That’s what I thought” He said before putting the car in drive and beginning the short drive to the Wheeler’s house

After dropping Dustin off and saying hello to all the other brats, Steve found himself on his way to Eddie’s singing along to the songs on the radio. 5 minutes later he parked his Beemer in front of the Munsons government appointed trailer. It was bigger than their previous trailer however it was still much the same. He knocked on the door and heard Eddie moving around inside.

“Hey there Steve, glad you could make it”

“I know, sorry I’m late, I picked up Dustin a little late and then the brats proceeded to greet and mess with me before letting me leave”

“Ehh, don’t worry about it, I’m just teasing you, come in”

Eddie led him into the trailer and got comfortable on the couch before Steve followed suit. He made sure to put a respectable distance between himself and Eddie not wanting to sit too close to him and be weird.

“So... what are we watching?” Steve asked, Eddie chuckled

“Oh just you wait and see big boy”

He then pressed play on the movie and soon rolled the title screen that read Nightmare on Elm Street

“Come on Eds, HORROR!!” Steve exclaimed

“What's wrong Stevie you get scared easily?” He said teasingly

“No, I’ve just seen and experience enough horror in my life to want to watch movies about it”

“Fair point, but that's what fun, it’s nothing like the real horrors we have seen. Plus if you do get scared you can just hold my hand” Eddie teased.

Steve hoped that he couldn’t see the blush appearing across his face in the dark of the trailer.

“You wish Munson” Steve replied, teasingly

They watched the beginning portion of the movie, chatting here and there before Eddie had gotten up and went to the fridge. He called out to Steve.

“Do you want a beer, Steve?”

“Sure I’ll take one” Steve hoped that the alcohol would take the edge off and allow him to relax around Eddie because he felt like he wanted to explode everytime Eddie leaned into his space to say something.

Eddie returned a moment later and handed a beer to Steve

“Thanks man”

“No problem”

Steve had noticed that when Eddie had sat back down he sat closer to Steve causing their thighs to touch, whether Eddie noticed or not Steve wasn’t going to complain.

Eventually Steve found himself completely pressed to Eddie’s side, enjoying the warmth the the other brought; he hadn’t noticed Eddie’s hand on his shoulder until he began to trace hypnotizing patterns with his thumb. He quickly found himself unable to focus on the movie and only the way Eddie’s thumb would dip ever so slightly under the collar of his shirt grazing the skin underneath. The movie came to a close and Steve would not be able to recall the entire latter half of the movie.

“So, what did you think?” Eddie asked

“Hmm? Oh it was good, kind freaky, reminds me a little bit to much of something we fought though” He replied

Eddie sighed “Well, it is not for everyone, especially those who have fought interdimensional monster several times”

Steve chuckled “I guess so?”

“Do you wanna hang for a bit longer?” Eddie asked sheepishly

Steve took a moment to silently celebrate in his mind before replying

“Yeah, that sounds nice”

They went to Eddie’s room and were goofing off, talking, and overall being stupid. Steve particularly laughed when he found out that Eddie used to play concerts in parking lots before they ever booked an actual gig.

“No, no you don’t understand, haha, we seriously used to do that and one time Hopper busted us setting up and we all had to haul ass back to the van and lug all of our equipment back as fast as we could” Eddie chuckled

Steve loved the sound of Eddie’s laugh; it was like he lit up everything around him with his laughter making the world glow bright. Steve let it fill his mind and he decided to catalog that amongst the summer sprinkler splashed and warm Christmas fireplace ashes he told Eddie about.

“And, haha, and he pulled up to the van and asked us what we were doing at 10 o’clock at night on a Thursday and the only thing Gareth could think of was to shout that we were camping…in the van. Hopper just told us to scram and that he would let us off with a warning. It was the only time we have been saved by Gareth’s absurd answers under pressure” He recalled, laughing throughout the story causing Steve to laugh with him.

They joked for a bit before Steve spoke up

“Hey, Ed’s, thanks for last night I really needed it”

“I already told you it's no problem.” He replied

“I- I know but it still means a lot to me” It was gentle and sincere and the emotion seeped into his voice and for once he allowed it; Eddie gave him the chance to let his guard down.

“Anytime, Anytime” He lightly chuckled with a small smile.

“Did you know that once my parents had ordered me a taxi to a party they were at because they forgot to bring me along when they left” Steve laughed but he could hear the sadness in his voice

“Yeah, yeah, they remembered I existed and thought they needed to show me off so they sent a car to get me. I was I think 7, but hey I guess they thought that a 7 year old was old enough to get into a strangers car by themselves” He released a wet laugh and felt the tears beginning to flow.

“Hell, once I got there. I searched the party, full of better parents than mine, because HEY at least they remembered their kids right!?” The tears were coming down hard, blurring his vision. It was at this point he felt a strong embrace as Eddie pulled him into his chest and held him.

“They wanted to show me off and once another parent asked what I wanted to be I said a musician, my dad laughed it off and said that all kids wanted to be something crazy like that and it wasn’t rare.” He hiccupped and choked through sobs.

“That was the first time my parents had left me alone to go on a trip. My father told me you're on your own kid, don't do something stupid, we will be back in a week, see you then. The funny thing is they weren't back in a week because they had called to let me know they had other stuff to take care of and that they would send money. I felt so alone, I was so alone just as I always have been.”

Even now he still felt that horrible pang in his chest and remembers the pain he felt watching his mom close the door only telling him “goodbye Steven” before she too left him. He had long decided against stopping his tears. He was with Eddie, he was safe, he could cry, he didn’t need to hide not with him; not anymore.

Eddie had stayed silent while Steve talked, just holding him and gently stroking his hair. Steve had fallen silent after a while and was currently just heaving heavy sobs in Eddie’s lap while Eddie whispered to him.

“I know darling, I know, you didn’t deserve that. I won’t let them ever do that to you again, I promise. I got you, I got you. Let it out doll”

Eddie found that even with his red splotchy tear streaked face, Steve was still the most beautiful thing he had ever seen and would do anything for him.

After a while Steve had relaxed a bit and spoke up

“You know I gave my blood, sweat and tears for this; this life that they wanted me to have and yet they aren’t even here to see what I gave up for them. What I sacrificed to try and be a person they could be proud of. I gave everything for them and they could care less about it.”

Eddie had kept most of his thoughts to himself but could not help saying something.

“I’m proud of you Stevie, I’m proud of the person you are. You are kind and protective, and caring, and, and so loving to everyone. You will put yourself in harm's way if it means someone else is safe. You care so much about the kids and will watch and protect them no matter how annoying they may get. You are one of the most wonderful people I have ever met and my world is better now that I know you, the real you……Steve middle name Harrington, I am so proud of you because you try, no matter what. You’re parents were never deserving of you and the missed out on the greatest opportunity of their life to know you and I feel sorry for them because they are missing out on a pretty great thing”

Tears welled in Steve's eyes and he clung to Eddie as violent sobs rocked his body. He had waited so long to hear those words and hearing it from someone he loved, was in love with. It rocked him in a way he hadn’t seen coming. As he cried he felt Eddie hug him tighter. He felt safe, loved….. tired. So he closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift knowing that Eddie would be there to catch him and ground him again.

Part 3

Okay, so I did a mini deep dive into Daisy May and learned she was a character from the Lil’ Abner comic series from the 40’s and 50’s and was hopelessly in love with Lil’ Abner. Listen if that isn’t Eddie I don’t know what is. What’s the point of this? idk however, I found it interesting. Also so much of Eddie's speech is something I wish someone had told me and I legit had to stop writing because it had gotten to me. So much of how I write Steve and Eddie's dynamic is based on personal experience and things I wish I could have so I'm sorry if this is sad as hell. I'm using this as a way of putting positivity into the world not only for myself but for others. Anyways my little rant is over,there is one more part left where we get some good comfort and tender love for my boys.

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I Found Myself a Cheerleader 6

Chapter 6 out of 28

Bumped to the lowest step on the social ladder after his fight with Billy, Steve gets roped in with the cheer team. What starts as a favor to help them out when one member breaks her leg in turn for protection from the brunt of the bullying, sets the universe on a different path.

In this chapter, Steve runs into Eddie at the quarry and they share a moment, before Steve is found by Hopper, who takes him to the Byers house.

On AO3.

Ships: eventual steddie & buckingham

Warnings: f-slur, homophobia mention, child abuse mention, internalized homophobia

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Chapter 6: The Night

“What am I doing out here?” Eddie repeats. “I’m ignoring everyone who did graduate while I am still stuck in this hellhole. A more curious question is: what are you doing out here?”

He seems unconcerned with the fact that he has to do senior year for the third time as he scrambles up onto the car to sit next to Steve. Though there is a little edge to his voice that is definitely dulled by the joint that is hanging from his lips.

Steve lets out a deep sigh and looks back over the quarry. Eddie already knows him better than almost anyone, despite the fact that they have barely spoken. So he just replies honestly: “My parents kicked me out for being a fag.”

Eddie’s nonchalant pose changes as he turns to look at Steve with big eyes. In a soft voice he says: “Shit, dude. Are you okay?”

“Not really,” Steve answers, looking Eddie in the eye, which reveals the shiner he has on his face. It is clear Eddie sees, because he sucks in a shocked breath of air.

Carefully Eddie reaches out and cups his cheek. Steve lets him, because he’s been craving some sort of kind contact ever since it happened and Eddie is on the top of the list of people he wants touching him. Not that he’ll ever tell Eddie that. Especially not after tonight.

“What happened?” Eddie asks, those sweet brown eyes boring into Steve’s own.

“Billy called me a fag, my dad heard,” Steve explains. “He found out about the cheerleading and hit me before throwing me out. Said I can come back if I have a wife and a son. I’m no longer their son until then.”

“He sounds like a fucking asshole,” Eddie tells him.

The blunt statements gets a laugh out of Steve, who agrees: “Yeah, he is.”

There is a moment of silence between the two where they look at the stars. Then Eddie asks: “So, what are you going to do now?”

Steve doesn’t want anyone to know he’s homeless, not even Eddie. He shrugs: “Going to find a wife, I guess. But a job first. Not like I got into college.”

“What?” Eddie exclaims in a bewildered tone. “You’re gonna try and get back in their good graces after that?”

“Yeah,” Steve says. “What else can I fucking do, Eddie? Frolic around and find a boyfriend to live happily ever after? That’s not going to happen. We both know that. The best I can hope for is that no one finds out I got kicked out and find a girl willing to date me after that spectacle. He landed the first hit right there in the parking lot. Everyone saw!”

The words must feel like a slap in the face for Eddie, because he rears back, the hand that had fallen from his cheek to his shoulder leaving all together. Steve tries not to miss the warmth.

“Well, fuck you, dude,” Eddie frowns. “You don’t know what can happen. There’s a whole world out there.”

Steve crosses his arms and says: “Well, I’m stuck here, aren’t I?”

“And that means you have to conform to what they want?” Eddie argues back. “Just say fuck them and be whoever you want to be. They can leave if they don’t like it.”

“What, like you do?” Steve shoots back. “I can’t live like that, Eddie. I’m not that kind of person. I’m not like you.”

Eddie looks even more hurt and says: “Like me? A freak, you mean? Someone who won’t settle down with a girl I won’t love?”

“No,” Steve says, realizing his mistake. “I’m not brave like you.”

It looks like Eddie is about to argue, snap back, when the words hit. He looks a little stunned, as if what Steve is saying is ludicrous. “What? Stevie, you are so brave. What are you on about?”

Warmth explodes in Steve’s chest at the words. He wants to lean into them, bask in Eddie’s attention and kindness. But he can’t. He meant what he said. He is going to try and find a girlfriend to settle down with. He’s too scared to try and be gay. He’s not ready to be out there. So, he shakes his head and says: “I’m not. I hide. I run away.”

“You know how fucking brave it was to join the cheer team?” Eddie argues. “I couldn't believe it when I first heard. That takes some balls. You did that. You didn’t care. That was fucking badass, man.”

“I guess,” Steve sighs. “But that bravery only lasts until someone looks at me.”

“Your parents don’t seem like they deserve your efforts, sweetheart,” Eddie tells him. “You don’t need to make them proud if you don’t want to.”

“But it’s not just them,” Steve says. “It’s this whole fucking town. It’s everyone, who looks, who talks, who knows, who judges. It’s- It’s like I can feel their eyes on me. I could ignore them for a bit, but not like this. I don’t want them seeing me like that.”

“Not everyone sees you like that,” Eddie says quietly. “I don’t.”

Steve looks at him, there seems to be a layer to the statement that he can’t quite get. He could read into it, but he’s not going to. It’s not going to happen between them. They’re too different. Eddie is too out there and Steve can’t deal with that.

“I know,” Steve answers anyway, equally soft. “I know.”

They fall quiet, looking out of the silent quarry together. Eddie relights his joint and takes a deep drag. Steve tries not to stare as Eddie’s lips suck on the filter and how the smoke slowly falls out of his mouth.

Eddie catches him looking and grins. Steve blushes and looks away. Eddie makes a soft noise at that and Steve looks back with a confused look to find Eddie offering him the joint. His brain short circuits at the idea of putting the joint that had been in Eddie’s mouth in his own.

He nearly takes him up on the offer just because of that, but in the end he refuses. He isn’t in the mood to get high, he gets emotional when he gets high and the last thing he wants is to cry all over Eddie.

When he does Eddie shrugs as if to say ‘your choice’ before taking another hit. He looks relaxed like this, leaning back on the roof of Steve’s car. The moonlight illuminates his face beautifully, almost ethereally.

Steve lets his mind drift off in the silence, until it is broken by Eddie, who says: “There is no shame in hiding.”

“What?” Steve replies, more as a prompt to elaborate than a question.

“I don’t want to make it seem like you need to be out and proud,” Eddie explains. “God knows I’m not either. It’s okay to hide that you’re queer. I just meant that you don’t have to try and strive for that heterosexual dream that your parents want for you. You don’t have to force yourself to change. It’s okay to just be you.”

No one has ever told Steve it’s okay to be him. He has never been good enough for his parents and all the choices he has made for himself have been judged by his peers. Just Steve has never been okay. Except with Chrissy, but even she doesn’t know he’s gay.

The fact that Eddie, who barely knows Steve, who should hate Steve for who he used to be, thinks he’s okay just by himself makes something comforting curl up into his chest. Steve can feel the blush on his cheek as he whispers: “Thank you.”

“Course,” Eddie smiles back, almost a little shy.

They break eye contact and fall quiet again. This time it’s Steve who breaks it by saying: “I would, you know, not try.”

“But?”

“But I can’t.” Steve doesn’t know why he feels the need to explain to Eddie, to get some sense of understanding from the other boy, but he does. “Everyone saw the fight with my father. If I don’t show that it wasn’t true, I’ll be the town pariah.”

“That’s already my job,” Eddie protests, though it falls flat seeing the circumstances. So, he sighs and says: “Yeah, I get it. That sucks, man.”

“Tell me about it,” Steve smiles, feeling that understanding and camaraderie he was craving.

“I won’t tell anyone about you getting kicked out,” Eddie promises suddenly.

It honestly hadn’t crossed Steve’s mind that he would. Eddie doesn’t seem the type to do that, especially not with what they share, but he’s glad nonetheless. “Thanks.”

“No need to thank me for not being a dick,” Eddie says. Then he offers: “You can crash at mine for the night if you need. It won’t be the most comfortable, but a roof is nice.”

For a moment Steve considers taking him up on the offer. However, he knows it’s not smart to get closer to this boy. This boy that he likes, who is sweet to him, who makes him laugh, who he can have a chance with if he lets himself get close. This boy, who could break his heart.

And the part he hates himself for, the practical part that assesses risks and thinks strategically, warns of the rumors that will go around if people find out he spend the night at Eddie’s. It would be smarter to keep his distance.

So, he shakes his head and politely lies: “Thanks, but it’s okay. I have a friend to crash at.”

“Alright,” Eddie shrugs. “Just know my door is always open. Me and my uncle Wayne both have a habit of taking in strays.” His face splits open in a cheeky grin as he winks.

Steve remembers the day in the cafeteria when Eddie stood up to Billy for him, when he told Steve he was under his jurisdiction now. That it was Eddie’s task to protect him. He doesn’t bring that up, however, instead saying: “You’re a fucking dork, Munson.”

“Oh it’s Munson now?” Eddie laughs. “Well alright then, Harrington.”

“I take it back, I take it back,” Steve laughs too, not wanting to loose the bit of closeness with Eddie, even if he knows it’s stupid to get close.

“Okay, okay, you’re forgiven, sweetheart,” Eddie smiles, taking another hit, before stubbing the joint out on the sole of his shoe, which shouldn’t be as hot as it is.

After that conversation drifts to less serious topics. They talk about all sorts of things. At one point Steve goes off on a tangent about why cheerleading is way harder than it looks and why this girl from another team was a total bitch during the competition. Meanwhile, Eddie explains DnD to Steve, when he can’t follow his new campaign idea.

It’s fun, Steve is pretty sure he hasn’t laughed this much in ages. They share dumb shit their friends did, like Gareth’s pants ripping on stage and Chrissy tripping over air. And just talk about stuff without having to hide.

They sit there for hours until Eddie breaks a natural lull in the conversation by saying: “I should probably get home. I want to catch a bit of sleep before my uncle gets home. And you shouldn’t show up at this friend’s place too late either.”

Steve’s mood drops at the reminder that this moment isn’t going to last forever and that he’ll have to sleep in his car tonight. It’s already a bit too late to be socially acceptable to show at some house and Steve suspects that Eddie doesn’t believe him, but he is glad the other doesn’t push.

“Course, I should get going too,” Steve nods. “Your car close to here?”

“Yeah, big boy, don’t worry your pretty little head about me,” Eddie tells him. After that he hesitates, making Steve wonder what he’s about to do. Then Eddie pulls him into a quick hug, before he skips off into the darkness with a wave and a: “See you around, Stevie.”

And just like that Steve is alone again.

He sits on his car for a little while longer and looks up at the sky as if it will give him better answers than the ones he has now.

The stars don’t grant him any further wisdom, so he sighs and gets into the backseat of his car, locking all his doors. He’s glad it isn’t winter, because he would have frozen his balls off. But tonight the temperature is comfortable.

Still, he tosses and turns for quite a bit, not really managing to fall asleep, but managing to doze off at least.

A knock on his window startles him for his sleep-awake limbo. He rubs his eyes, before he realizes what that knock means. Someone has found him. Someone knows he isn’t sleeping at home. He wonders if he can spin it as having had sex when he looks up and meets Hoppers eyes on the other side of the window.

Hopper might be more sympathetic, he hopes, but it will also make this a thousand time more awkward. They’ve been the two protectors of the group during all the Upside Down shit, which created a bit of a bond. However, this isn’t Upside Down shit, this is real world shit and Steve has no clue where Hopper stands in all of this.

Reluctantly he opens the backdoor and scoots so he’s sitting on the edge of the seat. He doesn’t look up yet, hoping Hopper hasn’t seen the bruise on his face. He greets: “Hi, Chief.”

“Hey, kid,” Hopper greets back. “So this is where you’ve been hiding. You’re not easy to find, you know.”

Hopper makes it sound like he’s been looking for him specifically instead of stumbling upon his car in a bout of bad luck. In his confusion, Steve forgets why he’s looking down, so he looks up and frowns: “What do you mean?”

He has a front row seat to how Hopper’s face morphs from amused exasperation to anger when he sees the bruise. Steve ducks his head again, as if that will undo it being seen, and says: “It’s nothing, it was just an accident.”

“Jesus, kid,” Hopper breathes. “No need to lie to me. Jonathan said you got into it with your father, but that looks worse than just a slap. What happened?”

“Jonathan?” Steve repeats, unsure if he heard correctly.

“Yeah, Jonathan,” Hopper confirms. “He was taking pictures at the graduation, saw it happen and told Joyce. She called me in a worry. I’ve been looking all over town for you.”

Of course, Jonathan. Steve now remembers Will over the radio talking about it. He hadn’t thought that Will worrying would be because Joyce was worrying, but now he also remembers Will in the arcade telling him that Joyce asked her boys to keep an eye on him.

Joyce has been worrying about him. She probably knows why he and his father fought, has heard all about it from fucking Jonathan. But still she’s worried. She called Hop. She send him out to look for Steve, because she’s worried.

He can barely believe anyone would care this much for him. His own parents have just tossed him aside like he is nothing, but Joyce, who he barely knows, whose son he insulted and fought, who’s only interaction with Steve has been through the Upside Down, just cares about him.

Without his permission tears start to slide down his face and sobs wrack through his body, bruised ribs aching with the movement.

“Hey, hey, now, come on, it’s okay,” he hears Hopper say, sounding a bit panicked at the sudden crying.

Steve wants to explain that he’s okay, just overwhelmed and tired, that he also doesn’t want to cry, but he can’t. All he can do is make a gesture with his hand, a vague waving motion, before more sobs overtake him.

A hesitant hand rests on his shoulder, heavy and comforting. Unconsciously Steve leans into it, which makes Hopper step forwards, until Steve can bury his face into Hopper’s stomach. Together they stand there until Steve is done crying about the unfairness of today, the unfairness of the world, for himself and for the parts of himself he has lost.

When the crying finally slows down, Hopper squats down with a groan so he can look Steve in the eyes. Steve doesn’t want to look him in the eyes, aware of the wetness on his cheek and the bruise that resides there, but Hopper cradles his face like he imagines a good father would and forces Steve to look at him.

“Kid,” he starts. “It’s gonna be okay. Just tell me what happened. Why are you all the way out here? What did he do to you? You can tell me, I promise.”

“I- I-” Steve says, stumbling over what he wants to say. He doesn’t want Hopper to hate him too, but he’s scrambling to find a good lie to explain it all. In the end he chokes out: “I tried to tell him it wasn’t true.”

“It’s okay, Steve,” Hopper soothes him. “Just tell me what happened.”

“I- I kept trying to tell him, but he wouldn't listen and then- and then he punched me again,” Steve hiccups. “And I went down and my- my mom, she just st- stood there. And he- he kicked me. He threw me out, Hop. He threw me out.”

Steve is near hysterical again as he remembers all he has suppressed throughout the night. The moment he has deliberately not thought about.

“Oh, kid,” Hopper says in sympathy, pulling Steve into a hug as he sobs without tears. He holds Steve tightly and angrily says: “We’ll get the bastard. Don’t worry.”

“No!” Steve exclaims, before he can think about it, pulling away from the embrace.

“No?” Hopper frowns, confused by the reaction.

“No,” Steve shakes his head, confirming what he said. “I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to press charges. I just want everyone to forget about it. He’s probably already gone by now anyway. Don’t bother.”

“Are you sure, kid?” Hopper checks, looking into Steve’s eyes as he does. “I can make sure he never sets foot in Hawkins again.”

“I’m sure,” Steve tells him.

“Alright,” Hopper nods, letting it go. He sets a step back and says: “But Joyce is going to want to know what happened when you get there. She’s probably blowing up my radio about if I found you yet. Don’t think you’re getting out of that one.”

Steve had almost managed to forget about Joyce and having to leave the safety of the quarry. He pleads: “Do I have to go?”

“What was your plan?” Hopper asks, with the air of someone that knows there wasn’t a better alternative plan.

“Uhm, stay here?” Steve offers anyway.

“No,” Hopper shuts it down without remorse. “I’m not letting you sleep in your car. Now you can pick, leave it here and drive with me or drive to Joyce yourself.”

“I’ll drive myself,” Steve gives in, wanting to have his car should he have to escape a second house tonight.

“Good choice,” Hopper nods. “I’ll see you there. No funny business.”

“Yes, Chief,” Steve says dully as he gets behind the wheel of his own car. Hopper stands there and waits until he turns on the ignition, before he turns to leave for his own car, parked a bit off from Steve’s.

Hopper drives behind him the entire way, ready to set chase should Steve try anything he doesn’t like. Steve almost hates how well Hopper has estimated his character. Because while he knows Joyce loves her boys, Steve isn’t one of them and it is harder to accept someone, who isn’t close to you like that.

And yeah, Steve is aware that she has had Jonathan and Will keep an eye on him and hounded Hopper to go find him when he went missing after the fight with his father, but still… A part of him is terrified of what he’ll come to face.

He already knows that he’ll deny it all if asked. He doesn’t care if they will accept it or not. He wants to ignore it exists. He wants to forget about it.

He meant what he told Eddie, he’s going to find a girl willing to date him. He’s going to make the town forget that there was ever any doubt about his sexuality. He’s been the target of this vitriol for only a few months, but that has been enough for him. He isn’t brave enough to face more of that, despite what Eddie might think.

So he can’t help, but feel like a man preparing for the gallows when he parks in front of Joyce’s house. Hopper must have radioed, because she is waiting for him under the porch light, looking relieved as he pulls up to the house.

Steve stays seated behind the wheel of his car, unable to make himself leave the safety of it until Hopper is standing next to the door.

Slightly unwilling, Steve opens the door and follows after Hopper, able to admit to himself that he hides behind the older man. He doesn’t know why the small, unassuming figure of Joyce scares him so much. Maybe because he knows her rejection will hurt almost more badly than that of his own mother.

Shyly he greets her: “Hey, Joyce.”

“Oh, Steve,” she sighs in a sympathetic yet unpitying way, as she steps forwards. Without thinking Steve sets a step backwards. With Hopper he’d been too out of it, but now he can’t help but think about all the ways he can get hurt again. A small frown appears between Joyce’s brows that she quickly wipes away, instead asking: “Can I hug you, Steve?”

That has him fighting tears again. He didn’t know a human could produce that many tears in one evening. Fortunately he manages to fight them off as he nods.

Immediately Joyce hugs him. It’s a bit awkward, because she has to bring his head down to let him hide in the crook of his neck, because she is so much shorter than him. However, once he’s situated, he can tell that this is one of the most comforting hugs he has ever had.

He takes a shuddering breath, but doesn’t break down again. Instead, he just clutches to Joyce and lets himself be held.

Joyce doesn’t let go for a good long while. When she finally steps away, it’s to inspect his face under the light hanging on the porch. She asks: “Do you want some ice for that, honey?”

“It’s okay. Barely feel it anymore,” he lies with a small smile. He doesn’t care that he’s lying, he can live with the dull ache. It feels like a deserved punishment, like the concussion Jonathan gave him back in junior year.

“Are you hurt anywhere else?” she asks.

Steve bites his lips and chances a look at Hopper, whom he told about the kicks. Hopper raises a brow, which sends a clear message. Still, Steve doesn’t want to admit the extend of it and he tries to rationalize it because it could have been worse. “Just some scrapes and bruises.”

“Alright,” Joyce lets it go for now. Steve doesn’t know if she believes him, but he is glad she changes the subject. “I’ve got two curious boys in there. Before we go in, do you want to talk about it with me? What do you want me to say to them?”

Indeed, behind her Jonathan and Will are trying to watch the three people on the porch through the window, while also trying to be stealthy about it. It reminds him a bit of the time with Billy and he has to swallow at the thought.

Then the question hits him and the feeling of getting watched creeps over him again. His shoulders tense as he says: “Not much to say. Nothing happened.”

That is a lie to all of them, but the message comes across anyway. Steve doesn’t want to talk about it. Not with Joyce and Hopper and definitely not with Jonathan and Will. He knows Will must have questions and he should probably assure the kid that he’s fine and it’s not all bad, that Will will be okay too. But he’s not in the mood for that now. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever be.

“Okay,” Joyce says, easily. Steve is sure she’ll get Hopper to tell her everything Steve told him, but he tries to ignore that. Just like the two adults are doing. “Jonathan can sleep with Will tonight and you can take his room. I’m sure you can use the rest.”

When she mentions it, he can feel the exhaustion hit him with full force and he nods tiredly.

She leads him into the house, sending Jonathan and Will a look that has them stay right there and not say a thing. Steve is grateful for it. Joyce shows him to Jonathan’s room, where she lends him a pair of pajamas, something he has forgotten in his haste.

Before she leaves him to change and sleep, she says: “We’ll probably need to talk about it a little more in the morning. Just some schematics, nothing to worry about. Try to get some sleep now, okay?”

“Okay,” Steve agrees. Though he would have agreed to anything if it meant getting to sleep and letting oblivion take him. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” Joyce smiles.

She goes to leave the room, but Steve stops her before she can. “Joyce?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

“No problem,” she smiles. “You never are.” And with those earth shattering words, she leaves him alone.

He stands there for a few seconds, trying to comprehend the words, before he gives up. He’s too exhausted for any more emotions. So, he changes and crawls into the bed. Sleep taking him before his head can hit the pillow.

When he wakes up the next morning, his head is pounding and his eyelids feel like they weigh a thousand ton. He lets out a groan and curls into himself, in doing so falling off the bed.

“Wha?” he mumbles, blinking his eyes open, an unfamiliar room coming into view. Jonathan’s room, he realizes. Fuck.

All that had happened the day before comes flooding back. It hits him in the chest and leaves him breathless for a second. He still can’t quite believe yesterday is real and he is actually at the Byers house instead of his own. It seems like he always ends up here when something life changing happens, he wonders if the house is cursed. If the Byers are. Or he is.

Steve sits on the floor, staring at the ground. He should get up and drink something to negate the crying headache, but when he leaves he’ll have to face Joyce, maybe even Hopper. And Jonathan and Will. He can’t face Jonathan and Will.

Jonathan, who had seen it all. Who had witnessed his shame, his humiliation and who told Joyce it happened. After all they had been through together, the names Steve had called him, it had to be Jonathan, who saw.

And Will? How can he face Will? Will always looks at him with those eyes that are half awe, half desperate reaching for the connection they share. Steve has never confirmed it and he doesn’t think he’ll be able to now. What can he tell Will, who knows what happened? How can he explain, when he doesn’t want to understand himself?

With that he isn’t even thinking about Hopper, who found him sleeping in his car, because Steve is homeless now. Or Joyce, who told Hopper to find him, because she wants him at her house for some reason.

It’s all too much.

So, he sits on the floor of Jonathan’s room and hugs his knees to his chest and stares. He doesn’t really think about it – he doesn’t want to think about it – he just looks at the ground.

A soft knock snaps him out of his revelry and he looks up. Steve isn’t sure how long he’s been sitting there, but apparently is has been long enough that he can’t keep ignoring the outside world anymore.

“Steve? Are you okay?” Joyce’s voice comes through the door. “There is breakfast if you’re interested.” Steve can’t bring himself to answer her, feeling frozen. Joyce speaks up again: “Can I come in?”

He can hear the worry in her voice and instantly feels bad about his silence, when she has been there for him. Still, his mouth doesn’t cooperate beyond a humming sound.

Joyce must take the sound to be an okay, because the door gets pushed open and she poked her head in. Her eyes lock onto Steve, still curled up on the floor, and her expressions softens into something sympathetic that makes Steve’s skin crawl.

Quickly he uncurls into a normal seating position, acting as if his location is a very normal one. He croaks: “Good morning,” voice rough with disuse.

“Good morning,” Joyce greets softly, entering the door and sitting down on the desk chair, before turning to Steve, who has gotten up and now sits on the bed, legs folded. She asks: “How are you feeling, honey?”

“I’m fine,” he says, the reply an ingrained reaction. To make it more believable, he adds: “Just- you know- It hasn’t landed yet, I guess.”

“That’s totally understandable, Steve,” Joyce tells him. “Can you tell me what happened? I heard some of it, but I want to hear it from you.”

“My father got the wrong idea about me and kicked me out,” Steve shrugs. He is determined to keep up the facade as long as he can. He isn’t confirming shit to anyone. That only gets him hurt and he is tired of hurting.

“You know,” Joyce offers tentatively, “it would be okay if it was the right idea. I won’t judge you, if it is.”

“Well, it isn’t,” Steve snaps, not in the mood and feeling cornered.

“Okay, okay,” Joyce immediately backs off, her hands in the air in a disarming manner. “Just in case, honey.”

Steve still doesn’t fully trust it, but he needs as many people as he can get in his corner right now, so he is a little more forgiving than he wants. So, he huffs: “Thanks, but not necessary.”

The hiccup creates a small silence between them. It’s clear that Joyce has been preparing to have a very different conversation. If Steve has to guess she expected tears and a confession, worries she could soothe and support she could offer. But that’s not what’s happening.

It is admirable how she bounces back after a moment, saying: “Hopper mentioned you were sleeping in you car?”

“Of course he did,” Steve sighs.

“We’re just worried about you,” Joyce responds to that, pointing to the one thing Steve still doesn’t understand.

“Why?” he asks. Too curious not to. When Joyce looks confused, he explains: “I was a dick to Jonathan in junior year and you barely know me. Why do you even care that my father thinks I’m a fag and kicked me out? Just why? I don’t get it.”

“We don’t say that word here,” she snaps with a force that has Steve blinking.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Joyce smiles. “Just don’t do that again.” Then she lets out a breath and says: “You saved my boy’s life. Jonathan told me what happened here. How you came back. I owe you so much, Steve.”

At the words, a lump appears in Steve’s throat. He has never really thought about how he saved Nancy and Jonathan. It was just something he felt like he had to do, to make it right. He never expected to be thanked for it. He looks away, slightly bashful.

“And last fall, you held down the fort, you kept those kids safe,” she goes on. “You’re still so young, honey, but you were the third adult here. I know I can count on you. You did so much for my family. Of course I want to make sure you’re okay.”

“Oh,” Steve says, stumped for anything else to say.

Joyce luckily doesn’t push him, instead she repeats: “There is breakfast if you want. I can also come bring you a plate.”

Steve is tempted the moment he hears the offer. He’s not quite ready to be looked at yet. So, he softly says: “I’d like to say here, if that’s okay with Jonathan.”

“I’ll talk to him,” Joyce says. “Should I bring you some breakfast?”

“Yes, please.”

She leaves with a squeeze to his leg. He’s still reeling from what she said, he never thought he would have impact on anyone, not anything positive. And he’s never been trusted. But apparently Joyce has him higher than he ever thought possible.

When Joyce comes back with a plate with eggs and toast, it hasn’t fully landed yet. So, he just takes the plate a small: “Thanks.”

“No problem,” Joyce smiles. “It’s fine to stay here for a little. Jonathan is off to his internship for most of the day. We’ll look later about a more permanent sleeping arrangement. You can stay as long as you like.”

The lump from before comes back in full force. It’s an odd feeling to be wanted. He has only experienced it with the cheer squad. And Eddie.

He remembers Chrissy’s look at graduation. She might be worried. He can’t face her yet, doesn’t want her to know what happened between him and his father, but he does want her to know that he is okay.

“Can I call someone?” he asks.

“Of course, honey,” Joyce assures him. “I’ll ask Will to go play at Mike’s today, so you can have some peace. I have to go to work soon, but feel free to anything in the house.”

Fuck, she’s so nice and Steve isn’t sure he deserves it. However, her words remind him of the others, who might have heard Will over the radio last night. How they might know. With fear he asks: “Who knows I’m here? Who knows what happened?”

“No one, except for us and Hopper,” Joyce assures him.

“But the radio?” Steve asks.

“Will used a private frequency to contact you. No one heard,” Joyce explains. “It’s okay. I’ll ask them not to tell.”

“And Jonathan?” Steve presses, needing to be sure that Jonathan won’t tell Nancy. They work together if he remembers right and she’s his girlfriend. He really doesn’t want Nancy to know.

“Jonathan knows not to say,” Joyce tells him, a grimness in her voice that has Steve remembering Lonnie.

He doesn’t want to prod as to how Jonathan would know, but he realizes the Byers might have more reasons than Steve’s saving their life to be worried about him. It aches that this family has to go through so much. And he feels a bit bad that Joyce is comparing, because his father never hit him before yesterday, he mostly just left.

However, he doesn’t say anything about that and just nods. He takes a bite of his breakfast and thanks Joyce again. She assures him once more that it’s fine, then goes to get ready for work. Steve listens to her going around the house, hears how she ushers Will out of the house as well, before he is blessedly alone.

He creeps into the living room and calls the Cunningham house. Mrs. Cunningham picks up: “This is the Cunningham household, to whom am I speaking?”

Steve freezes. He doesn’t know who’ll have heard about what happened at graduation and he doesn’t want Mrs. Cunningham to forbade her daughter from seeing him. He lilts his voice up slightly and says: “Hi, ma’am, I’m in Chrissy class. I’m Stttt-an? Stan. She helped me with English this year, I- I have to take the summer classes. I wanted to ask her something before I have to go today. Can I speak with her?”

Mrs. Cunningham tuts a little as Steve holds his breath, then she says: “This stays over the phone,” in a threatening manner, before calling Chrissy’s name.

There are some noises over the phone, before Chrissy’s confused voice asks: “Stan?”

“You actually know a Stan?” Steve asks.

“It’s you,” Chrissy smiles. “Great cover.” Then her voice dims again. “Are you okay? What happened? Should I come get you?”

“No, no, I’m fine,” Steve says. “I’m staying at a friend’s house until my parents leave town again. Let him cool down for a bit. Just wanted to let you know I’m okay.”

“I’m glad,” Chrissy says, sounding a bit relieved. “They’re saying all sorts of horrible things about you. I was worried.”

“Don’t listen to them,” Steve assures her, with a dull pain in his chest. “It’s just stupid lies by rumor hungry people. It was a misunderstanding. We’re cool now. I do need to find a job. I’ll call you when I have one and you can come by. How’s that sound?”

“Sounds good,” Chrissy answers. She sounds a lot happier than she did earlier and Steve is glad for that. He hates when she’s sad. “Oh, my mom is glaring at me. I’m gonna have to hang up. Please call me when you can, okay?”

“Sure, will do,” Steve promises, before he hangs up.

He’s going to have to lie a lot more, to a lot more people and it fucking sucks. But he doesn’t want to deal with the alternative. And it’ll only be temporary, he promises himself, just until people forget what they used to say about him and move onto new rumors.

It’s not like he has many people, who want to come by his house. He still has to figure out what to do about the kids, but Dustin will be off to camp soon and the others have a summer break to spend with each other. He has dealt with Chrissy and he knows Lisa is off on a big vacation, because her parents want to spend as much time with her before she is off to college.

Maybe he can do this. Yeah, he can totally do this. Just find a job, get enough money that he can pretend that he just moved out of his parent’s instead of being kicked out. Find a girl, convince everyone he’s straight.

Easy peasy.

A/N:

I'm not gonna be able to make the next two upload moments, but i'll be back before you know it with the next chapter :D

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This is a fun one, in spite of Steve’s parents. 😜

🔞 Seven Christmases pt. 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

The Harringtons (1294 words)

rated: T | cw: none | tags: chubby eddie, established relationship, weight gain, belly kink, stuffing, steve has a praise kink, fluff, they’re in love

Steve’s parents have apparently never heard the one about giving family a break on the holidays. They know that Eddie isn’t just a roommate, a fact which they’ve accepted with quiet sourness only because Steve is discreet about it in public and no longer asks them for money.

Maybe it doesn’t help that he walks into the house holding Eddie’s hand, but fuck it, he needs the support.

“How are you these days, Steven?” his mother asks with a picture perfect plastic smile. “It’s been so long since we’ve seen you.”

Steve takes a deep breath, consciously unclenching his jaw before he gives himself a tension headache. Beside him, Eddie squeezes the hand he’s holding and absently reaches for the small dish of mixed nuts on the coffee table—one of only two concessions his parents have made to having guests in their home.

The second is a glass each of some spiced, expensive booze that all four of them are nursing through the stilted conversation, and since Steve is driving he can’t even enjoy much of it. He can feel his father’s judgemental eyes on him every time he takes a sip, as if Richard Harrington hadn’t been the one to pour it himself, completely unprompted.

“Fine,” Steve says, leaning forward to set his glass down on the coffee table and nudge the bowl of nuts closer to Eddie. He watches his parents eyes track its movement with laser-accurate focus. “I’m still an EMT. It’s hectic, but I’ve got a pretty good schedule worked out.”

His father raises an eyebrow. “Imagine if you were a doctor, you’d be able to set your own hours. If you’d had the grades for it, the pay alone would be—”

“The pay’s not an issue,” Steve cuts in with a tight smile. “Eddie makes more than enough for the both of us, dad. Especially with the latest book out.”

“Oh,” his mother says politely, looking up from the nuts to Steve as though Eddie weren’t sitting right next to him. “What’s it about?”

They do this every time. He’ll give a brief summary, or Eddie will, and his parents will nod and smile in a way that doesn’t reach their eyes and retain none of it. Fantasy is the absolute last genre they’d voluntarily read anyway.

So this time Steve just shrugs and says “Fairies.” Beside him, Eddie gives the snort of smothered laughter he’d been hoping for.

As the conversation drags on through the most awkward small talk known to man, Eddie is suffering. Not as much as Steve is, he knows that, but he’s trying so hard not to fidget that it’s driving him a little bit insane. It’s an old problem, one that he would ordinarily snack his way through because that’s calming. The nuts are… well, they’re pretty bland actually but the texture of them against his teeth as he chews does help, a little. He has to ration them, though, because the bowl isn’t that big.

What’s also driving him to distraction is the judgment. Patricia Harrington, in her prim, proper, slim white dress, keeps eyeing him like she wants to slap his hand away from the food and tell him he does not need any more.

And look, Eddie’s always been contrary. Deep down, that look makes him want to eat until his gut feels all tingly and he can’t move for fear that he might pop, every breath coming shallow and labored and riding on the wings of half-swallowed moans while he still forces more down. It hits him like a wave every time he notices her doing it, so when ol’ Dick launches into a tear about how it’s a young man’s folly to rent an apartment instead of buying a house (“It’s an investment, Steven. I know financial savvy has never been in your wheelhouse, but you should listen when I tell you—”), Eddie thinks to hell with this and rides it.

He stops sucking in.

Not that there was much he could do to look smaller than he is, but it’s enough to feel where his pants are starting to cut into his belly. See where his body pushes out against the confines of his sweater, which isn’t quite tight but can no longer be described as loose. He shifts his legs the way he had at the Wheelers, only this time it’s purely for comfort. Spreads out a little, relaxes back into the cushions a little more to take the pressure off.

The best part isn’t even the almost imperceptible double take Mrs. Harrington does the next time she deigns to glance at him. No, the best part is that Steve, distracted as he is, does on autopilot what he always does at home when Eddie sits back like this.

Steve picks up the nut bowl—which no one else present has so much as touched, otherwise—and plops it down on Eddie’s thigh so it’s still within easy reach.

Oh, Eddie is definitely going to have to think of some extra treat for his good, sweet boyfriend, who thinks of him even when stressed beyond all reason by his stupid, stuck-up parents.

Now both of the older Harringtons are zeroed in on the bowl, and on Eddie, and he fights hard to contain his smirk as he finishes off the last of the paltry snack. He can feel Steve gravitating towards him as he catches up with what’s happening, snaking an arm around Eddie’s shoulders. No matter how much the Harringtons think he’s a slob with no self-control and their son could do better, they are a united front against the straight, upper middle class agenda.

“Well,” Eddie says, popping the last few cashews and peanuts into his mouth and washing it down with the last of his drink, “this is great, really. You have a lovely home. But I gotta go drop the kids off at the pool, if you know what I mean.” He rocks forward and hefts himself up, then turns back to his boyfriend with a bright smile. “Stevie, would you mind showing me where the bathroom is?”

“Uh,” Steve says, hurrying to follow. “Yeah, sure, it’s… It’s this way.”

“I should check that the soup is ready,” Mrs. Harrington announces behind them, voice tight with disapproval.

“You maniac,” Steve hisses as Eddie hustles him through the bathroom door and clicks the lock. “You practically lived here for an entire summer, you know where all the bathrooms are.”

“They don’t know that,” Eddie points out, and pulls Steve into a heated kiss by the front of his forest green button-down, spinning to push him against the door. “Had to get you outta there before I ended up needing to throw down the gauntlet and defend your honor in combat, sweetheart. Even with the new gloves, I’m not totally confident I could beat another murder charge.”

Steve starts to retort, but the words die on his tongue as Eddie leans his weight against him. Not all of it, just enough to get his point across and Steve’s eyes to widen subtly like that, mouth dropping open, cheeks going a sweet pink.

“Yeah, that’s better,” Eddie cooes, reaching down to start undoing Steve’s belt one-handed. “It’s my happy fate to release you, the handsome prince, from the thrall of the evil king and queen with my manly wiles.”

“I thought we, we weren’t—”

Eddie kisses him again, getting into Steve’s pants and stroking his suddenly very interested cock through his underwear, swallowing the resulting moan. “You don’t get to unwrap your present yet. But baby?” He nips hard at Steve’s bottom lip and gives him a wolfish grin. “You’re a treat, and I’m famished.” And he slides down to kneel at Steve’s feet.

“Fam…? Wha-aaaah-ha-haaa, Eddieohfuck—”

Part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8

#scoops words #wg steddie #chubby eddie munson #feedee eddie munson #chaser steve harrington #feeder steve harrington #steve harrington has bad parents #scoops - do not unwrap fic

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whereireid · 2 years

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little harrington : eddie munson

pairing: Eddie munson x fem!harrington!reader

summary: no matter how badly you claim to hate eddie munson, you can't seem to get him out of your mind.

warnings: enemies to lovers, nsfw content, 18+ minors dni, fingering

Hawkins' High has always been a pain in your ass. From freshman to senior year, not once have you caught a break. Frankly, you're tired of Hawkins; tired of the small town, picket-fence life, and you can't wait to get out. It can't come soon enough, really. Graduation is just around the corner, and you have an array of scholarships you can pick from. You’re practically set for life when you decide which college you’re going to. Decisions are hard, though. And you’re not exactly sure if you want to go to college.

But you kind of have to. Because of the stupid Harrington legacy. Carrying the Harrington name is more of a curse than a blessing. From the Rich dad, the housewife mom, and the older brother who was the King of Hawkins’ High? You don't really have a choice but to be great. If you don't go to college, what will you do? Disappoint your parents and put shame upon the Harrington name?

No way. That is not an option.

Still, it irritates you how hard you have to work for things. How standards are held so high for you and one mistake would make standards slip and ruin your 'good girl' reputation forever. You hate how some people have no standards held to them, how they can easily do whatever they want, when they want, without caring whether or not it affects other people.

Basically, you hate the guy that sits next to you in every one of your classes. Hate how much he relies on you and your notes to get through every test. Hate his long brown curls and the grin he shoots you when you slide your notes over to him. You especially hate how it makes your heart race and your knees weak when he winks at you in appreciation, thanking you softly for how wonderful you are and how the notes are the reason he'll graduate this year.

God, you hate him so much. And yet somehow you can’t stop thinking about him. Eddie Munson and his stupid little guitar necklace and unkept long, bouncy curls are all that cloud your mind, day or night.

Wednesday mornings are your least favorite day of the week. It’s the only free period you have all week - or used to have, anyway, before your English professor ‘politely’ forced you to tutor Eddie freaking Munson during it. You huff as you walk into Hawkins’ high, a scowl on your face. Steve had been busy doing some weird, fantasy saving-the-world shit with his little freshman friends, so he couldn’t drop you off at school. Your only option was walking, which was a pretty terrible decision considering that it was pissing down with rain and you lived half an hour away from Hawkins’ high. You didn’t want to walk to school, especially not that early, in that weather, but you did anyway. Because you had to. Because if you don’t tutor Eddie Munson in your ‘free’ period, your English tutor will make sure the grades you want aren’t the grades that you get. You're certain that deep down your English teacher doesn't actually give a rats ass about Eddie Munson, but just wants him to graduate already, because the dude is twenty and still at Hawkins High.

Huff and puff and I'll blow your house down, you think as you round the corner, heading towards the drama room. To your dismay, on a Wednesday morning, the drama room is the only room that's free in the entirety of Hawkins' high,. You absolutely despise the drama room - how much it reminds you of Eddie Munson and his stupid D&D club and his even stupider band Corroded Coffins. You also hate how much the drama room smells like him and his shitty Calvin Klein cologne, and you especially despise the fact that the drama room is where you are forced to spend your Wednesday mornings to help him pass his classes because he's too lazy to actually bother studying.

You suck in a breath as you walk into the drama room, clasping tightly onto a copy of Romeo and Juliet. There, Eddie Munson sits - a sly smirk on his face, sitting on his chair as though it's a throne. "Well, well, well, look whose finally showed up," Eddie announces from his chair, and you have to hold back the urge to throw your book at him. "What kept you, sweetheart? You're never usually this late for anything."

"Bad weather and I had to walk, Munson," you bite, slamming your books on the table with a thud. You feel his eyes watch your every move, and it makes you slightly nauseous at how piercing they are.

"You're a whole three minutes late," he says numbly, checking the watch on his wrist, unimpressed. "Imagine if I told Principal Higgins about your terrible punctuality."

Nostrils flaring slightly, you glare at him. God, you hate how sickly sweet he smells, and how unkept his hair is from the rain. "No more small talk, Munson," you say quietly, "I'm here to tutor you, and that's what I'm going to do."

Eddie's inquisitive personality conflicts with yours. Where you are uninterested; unbothered, Eddie is curious, and bites at you with questions. "Was big brother Harrington not able to give you a lift here today?" When you don't answer, Eddie presses on, "was he too busy working at Family Video? Or did your dad finally give the King of Hawkins' high his allowance back?"

You hate your brother's name is mentioned around you. King Steve. Basketball champion. Notorious flirt, horrific womanizer. Compared to how Steve was at Hawkins; you're nothing - not even a fly on the wall. You're dull compared to him, incredibly occupied with studying and impressing your parents. You're popular, sure, but are you really liked like he was?

"Have you ever heard the phrase 'curiosity killed the cat'?" you quip back slightly, opening your Romeo and Juliet textbook. You flicker through the pages, bored. You know how to analyse this book a thousand times over, you can recite every one of your notes simply from the depths of your brain. But you have to bring it, because somehow, Eddie Munson never remembers anything you tell him.

"I have, little Harrington,” he raises a brow, getting uncomfortably close to you. His hair tickles your face and you grimace slightly, wide eyes staring at him when he sings out, “but that isn’t how the rhyme finishes.”

You snort. “You’re wrong, Munson. The rhyme finishes there,” you snap, though unsure if it actually does. Your eyebrows are furrowed, eyes skimming the textbook in front of you. You try to focus on anything other than his close proximity, though it’s difficult.

“In all my years I’ve known you, sweetheart, I’ve never ever seen you be wrong before.” A chuckle slips pasts his lips, and he stares at you, his gaze piercing, his eyes suddenly full of interest. The look on his face makes you squirm. “It actually goes: curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.”

“Eddie,” you breathe out, pinching your nose slightly in annoyance. “I wish you studied Romeo and Juliet as much as you do rhymes; because if so we both wouldn’t have to be here.”

Eddie were his lips slightly, his gaze so incredibly heavy and intense it makes you shuffle uncomfortably. “I enjoy being here, sweetheart. ‘S my favourite day of the week.”

His words take you aback slightly, and you frown. He’s never said anything like that before - usually opting to bicker back and complain about your presence. You thought he was going to brag about how dumb you were for not knowing such a simple saying, and the fact he didn’t has honestly left you a little shocked.

—

Applying another layer of lipgloss to your lips, you stare at yourself in the mirror. Your brother is having a party and you just so happened to be invited. He didn't really have a choice but to invite you, seeing as you lived with him. Besides, all of your friends are coming, and you need to get a particular someone out of your mind.

You feel better than you did this morning; relieved that you've got another tutoring session out of the way. There’s only fifteen more weeks until graduation - so that's only fifteen more tutoring sessions with the devil himself. On a good note, you never have to interact with Eddie Munson again after you graduate. You can just push him to the back of your mind and be done with him.

Somehow, though, you seriously doubt that you could actually do that because you can never seem to get Eddie Munson out of your mind. For the past couple of weeks, after your tutoring sessions with him, you’ve been unable to stop thinking about him. All you can think about is his stupid hair and how messy it is; how hard can it be to pick up a hairbrush? In today's tutoring session, though, he actually seemed to have bothered with his appearance; his hair was not knotty whatsoever, and his breath was so minty it made your eyes sting. He didn’t smell of weed at all; just incredibly strong cologne, and you’re almost certain it’s rubbed off on your own clothes because you kept catching whiffs of his scent when you were walking home.

You almost wonder if Eddie Munson had a date he was prepared for, but you shrug that thought to the back of your mind quickly. You don’t like how unnerved it makes you; the thought of Eddie Munson going on a date with a girl. An actual living, breathing person. And you aren’t sure why.

Steve's loud music seems to vibrate around the entire house, and you bite your lip in concentration as you begin to walk down the stairs. You're in six inch stiletto heels - something you’d never usually wear, but you want to make an impression. Sure, your big brother is known for his parties, but you’re known for your entrances.

And tonight, it’s going to be a big one.

An inappropriately short, sleek black dress hugs your curves. Your tits are almost spilling out of the top, and with each step you take down the stairs, they jiggle. If you bend forward merely an inch you’re certain to expose the black lace panties that you’re wearing. The dress is fun and so incredibly dangerous dangerous.

Also, it was impossibly expensive. No way in hell were you ever going to be able to afford it, so you made a decision.

Good girl Harrington broke the law.

It had sat in your wardrobe for months afterwards. The thought of wearing it made guilt wash over you like a tsunami wave, but eventually that guilt eroded away, and you became desperate for a chance to wear it.

Tonight is the perfect night. When you finally make it down the stairs, your eyes latch on to your older brother, who seems to be talking to somebody. Who, you don’t know; his obnoxiously large hair is blocking their frame, and you grin to yourself as you walk over to Steve. Your body brushes against strangers, and the boys you slide past let their hands linger on you far too long, but you aren’t bothered.

Their lingering hands and wandering eyes only instils confidence in you. You’re getting closer to Steve, but it stinks of sweat and beer and you crinkle your nose in disgust. These parties that Steve throw aren’t exactly your favourite. Though he is the of Hawkins high, he’s also your big brother. You know he’s down to throw a party for any occasion, and you also know Nancy Wheeler is in the living room playing beer pong, so you want to know why Steve isn’t following her around like a love sick puppy.

“You lost without master Wheeler, Stevie?” you ask from behind him, reviling in the sigh that slips past his lips. “Just saw her in the living room playing beer pong with Byers.”

“I know. I was actually about to go see her now.” Not once does Steve turn to face you, and you narrow your eyes at his back, genuinely curious as to who he’s blocking from you. To whomever it is, Steve mutters, “Have fun with her stubborn little ass.”

When your big brother turns and starts to walk off, it’s like the air has been knocked out of your lungs.

What the fuck was he doing here?

Never, had you ever expected Eddie Munson to be standing in your kitchen. You certainly have never expected for him to be sheepishly holding a beer, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips as he looks down on you, dressed seriously well for once. There’s not a tear in his shirt or his jeans, and you glare up at him.

“What the hell are you doing here, Munson?” you scowl, crossing your arms over your chest. “Can’t give me a moments peace at school, and now you’re in my kitchen? Pretty perverted if you ask me.” You wave an accusatory finger in his face, but he just smirks in response.

“This party was open invitation, little Harrington,” Eddie grins down at you, basking in your glare. “Plus, me and Steve? Pretty good buds, actually. We’ve have more in common than you think, and he suggested that I should come.”

The thought of Eddie being anything more than a stranger to your brother makes your stomach churn slightly. “God, just shut up. What could you and Steve possibly have in common?”

Eddie stares down at you, and you hate how his eyes glisten as he listens to you speak. Like he actually understands what you’re saying and is genuinely interested in your thoughts. You hate how he wets his stupid perfect lips before he speaks, and you hate his answer to your question. “We both think that you’re super fucking annoying—”

“Yeah, yeah, tell me something I don’t know.” You clench your jaw slightly, staring up at the metalhead in front of you. “You know what, Munson? You sure as hell have some nerve, showing up at my house, drinking my dads beer, talking to my brother. Why don’t you get your own life, you creep, instead of trying to take mine?”

You turn on your heel sharply, making your way to the stairs. Tears cloud your vision, and you know it’s stupid to cry over someone like Eddie fucking Munson. And maybe it’s not him you’re upset about. Maybe it’s the fact your own brother thinks you’re an annoying, obnoxious dweeb.

You hate everything about Eddie Munson, you decide when you finally make it to your bedroom. You hate his long, curly hair, his pretty brown eyes, and you especially hate how he always calls you “little Harrington” because you get it - you’re not Steve, and you’ll never live up to his legacy or anyone else’s who carries the Harrington name.

Your bedroom is your haven. Your safe space. It’s comfort. When you slip in there; you finally let a few tears slip, but wipe them away as quickly as possible. It’s stupid to cry over something so small, and you stumble towards your bed, kicking your heels off. Why did Eddie Munson have to show up and ruin everything?

A knock on the door interrupts your thoughts. Trying to salvage any respect that the person opposite it may have for you, you wipe the mascara which stains your cheeks aggressively, trying to make it look as though you haven’t been crying.

It doesn’t work. “Come in,” you murmur, your fingers toying with the bottom of your dress. You look at yourself in the mirror, biting your lip softly as you hear your door click open. You hope it's your brother coming to check on you - you hope he's wondering what's got you so upset just so you can tell him his dickwad friend Eddie Munson is quite literally ruining your life.

Unfortunately, though, it's not your brother. Rather, it's the nightmare of all nightmares, the devil's spawn, or in simpler terms, the person that you hate the most in this world. "You okay, sweetheart?" he asks quietly, standing in your doorway. The hallway light illuminates him, and his shadow splotches on your bedroom floor.

“Munson, why are you up here?” you breathe out, staring into your lap. “Go enjoy the party, scare some babes off, engage in a satanic ritual. Just - just leave me alone.”

“Can’t leave you alone when you’re in such a state, sweetheart.” Eddie decides to step into your room, grimacing slightly as his boots press into your carpet. “What’s upset you so bad? Failing in a class?”

Chuckling dryly, you turn your head to face him. You know you must look awful, black mascara staining your cheeks and the underneath of your eyes, but you don’t care. It’s Eddie Munson in front of you, not Tom Cruise. “What’s upset me so bad? Maybe it’s the fact you and my brother love shit talking me, Munson.”

“Shit-talking you?” Eddie repeats, slowly edging closer to you. He drinks in your room, slightly amused with what he sees. You love the color pink - he knows that, and he sees it in the little splatters of pink colouring streaking across your room. From pink teddy bears to pink perfume bottles to the pink heels which lay slightly besides your TV cabinet, Eddie sees it - he sees you. “We don’t shit-talk you, sweetheart. You’ve minced my words real wrong.”

“Minced your words wrong? I get that you’re a dumbass, Eddie, and that analysis isn’t exactly you’re strong point, but I think it’s pretty easy to assume that if you and my brother both discuss how ‘fucking annoying’ I am, you’re shit talking me.”

The stare you shoot Eddie is blank, and your eyes narrow as he shuffles slightly closer to you. You hate how short his Dio shirt is, how the sleeves ride up so high on his arms; you hate how the flex of his biceps as he watches you talks makes your stomach flip. You hate his stupid tattoos and you especially hate how he smells so good, and the thought of him putting on aftershave to impress anyone at this stupid party of Steve’s makes you hate him even more.

“Those tutoring sessions of yours has helped out with my analysis, sweetheart,” Eddie tells you, his curls falling in front of his eyes slightly. He absolutely despises how pretty you look; how oblivious you are to his true feelings. “And we weren’t shit talking you. Honest. Swear to Satan.”

You snort slightly at his words, looking up from his lap. He holds his hands up in mock surrender and you’re suddenly hyper aware of how close he is. He’s merely a few inches away, and it’s like a lump is suddenly stuck in your throat. “Yeah?” you question, staring up at him.

“Yeah. I mean, we do sometimes talk about how annoyingly smart you are. Steve’s pretty jealous of that. But that’s it, really,” Eddie murmurs, his fingers reaching out and grazing over your face. His touch makes your heart jump slightly, and it feels like you’re suddenly struggling to breathe. “Got mascara running all down your pretty little face.”

Did Eddie Munson just call you pretty? And more importantly, why the hell is he looking in your eyes like the stars and the moon are in them?

“Pretty, really, Munson? Stop trying to worm your way into my heart and piss off.” you bite, but Eddie ignores your rough gaze, keeping his hand pressed against your face. He feels warm, and on his wrists you can smell his cologne. He floods your senses and you hate how nice it feels.

“Everybody thinks you’re pretty, little Harrington.”

“Yeah, yeah. I bet you say that to all the girls.”

You hate how intense his gaze is, how your heart is racing and how your skin lights up with goosebumps as he brushes his thumb over your cheekbone. You especially hate the upwards quirk of his lips as he speaks. “What girls? You ever seen me bicker with anyone else that isn’t you?” he asks, gently rubbing his thumb over your cheekbone. “I really do think you’re pretty.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You’re the prettiest girl in the world.” Eddie can’t help his eyes flicker to your lips. You look so inviting, warm, and he watches as you squirm with nerves under him.

A Munson with a Harrington? There’s no way on Earth. It’ll be just like Romeo and Juliet.

But what if, what if, what if. What if he leans in and kisses you for just a second, will the both of you be damned if he does? Eddie doesn’t want to know. He doesn’t want to find out.

But it seems like you do.

You hate how soft Eddie’s lips are upon impact. You hate how you had to kiss him first. You especially hate how loving and soft his lips are against yours, how his arms come down to cradle both your cheeks, how they don’t slide down to your chest.

You hate how you have to make all of the moves. You pull him on top of you, and you squeal slightly as he barely manages to avoid all of his weight falling on you. Eddie’s lips work in harmony with yours, his hands gently sliding down to your arms, rubbing soft circles on them. He smells so good and it drives you crazy, and deep down you feel bad for whatever girl he’s made an effort for, because tonight he’s not hers but he’s yours. And you kind of hate whatever girl it is, because who is special enough to get Eddie Munson’s attention? Who is more special than you?

It’s despicable how your stomach twists as Eddie’s lips part yours and he begins to plant kisses to your cheeks and then slowly to your neck. You hate the rush of heat to your core, and you hate how you whimper his name. Steve’s music is so loud in your bedroom but all you can really hear is your own heartbeat throbbing in your ears, wanting Eddie closer. You hate how good it feels when Eddie’s jeans accidentally press against your crotch, you hate how you buck your hips up into him, wanting him to touch you more.

“Desperate, huh?” he whispers against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin gently, tongue lapping at the marks he’s making with what seems like genuine care. “Pretty girl Harrington desperate for me?”

When he grins up at you, you shut your eyes; in genuine disbelief that you’re making out with Eddie Munson. And you can’t actually comprehend the fact that he feels good. “I guess you could say that,” you breathe out as his lips slide down slightly, and he splatters kisses against your collarbone.

His kisses are electric. You feel like yiur entire body is on fire when he touches you and you hate it. Of all people, of all men, why did Eddie Munson have to be the one to make you feel this way?

His kisses begin to falter. Eddie looks up at you, his hands gently toying with your dress. It’s soft and gentle, like a delicate flower; like you, and he’s suddenly all aware that this should not happen, that Eddie Munson and good girl Harrington should not hook up.

But he looks up at you for consent anyway. And when you grant it, Eddie’s fingers latch on your dress and begins to pull it off.

Your dress slides off easily, and your face burns with embarrassment as Eddie drinks you in. He’s still fully clothed, and you feel slightly insecure as he stares at you, his cheeks flushed slightly red. “Are you gonna take your shirt off or something, or are you just gonna leave me here bare?”

“Just enjoying the view,” Eddie says, but he takes his shirt off nonetheless.

He’s more athletic than you imagined. Slightly lean. Your eyes dart over the tattoos which litter his chest, but in the heat of the moment, your brain struggles to comprehend what they are.

“How far do you want to go?” he asks you, gently pressing kisses against your chest, his arms snaking under you to unclip your bra. You hate how your body shivers at the action, how good it feels when it slides off of you.

The cold air pinches at your nipples, and you whine slightly as Eddie’s hands gently begin to toy with them. He rolls and pinches the buds between his fingers perfectly, and you hate to think about who else he has done this to for him to be so good at it. “All the way,” you mumble out as his lips latch onto your breast, and your hands find their way into his hair, fingers dancing and pulling at the roots.

He sucks and nips at your bud, the pain perfect, and you hate how wet your underwear is becoming. You know he’s going to be able to physically see how good he’s making you feel, and if you’re being honest, you just want him, now.

But you’ve never had anyone before. And as Eddie trails kisses down to your thighs, his hands parting them with ease, you can’t help the rush of excitement as you imagine him inbetween your legs, coming undone.

You’ve never gotten this far with anyone. Not even your ex. But there’s something different about Eddie - the rush he gives you drives you wild. Right now, you hate how much he worships you, how his kisses gently lead up to your clothed pussy, how he places kisses on your panties, teasing. You hate how his actions make your clit throb, and by God you hate how you buck into his face.

“Eddie,” you almost growl, trying to force your crotch into your face. He’s a perfect mastermind. You worry he’s gotten you worked up for nothing, worry that he’s going to pull away and say it’s a prank because why the fuck would Eddie Munson and you hook up? “Don’t be such a tease.”

“You backchat even when I’m treating you good.” Eddie pulls your panties to the side, a low whistle passing his lips, his hot breath hitting your pussy with force. It makes you whine out slightly. “Jesus Christ, you’re so wet. Thought I was the last guy on Earth who’d ever make you feel this good, sweetheart.”

You grit your teeth together, squirming beneath him as he slides his tongue from your slit to your clit, making gentle circles around your swollen bud. “I hate how good you are at this,” you breathe out, stomach flipping as he sucks gently at your bud, your hips stuttering as he rolls his tongue up and down you.

“You hate a lot of things about me, huh, sweetheart?” Eddie’s voice vibrates against your clit, and you groan slightly when he pulls away. He’s abandoned his jeans somewhere - you didn’t even notice they were off, and you can’t help the heat rushing to your face as you stare at his crotch.

He’s so fucking big. “I hate everything about you.” Eddie’s gently slips a finger into you, and you whine out at his touch, revelling in how fast he finds your spongy spot. He grins down at you when you buck your hips, satisfied with how good he’s going to make you feel.

“You’re not gonna hate me when I’m done with you.” Eddie’s finger curl into you, slowly toying with your core, and your stomach flips as the cold metal of his rings presses against your slit. He edges another finger inside of you, the burn of his two digits setting your body alight with sparks. “Somethin’ tells me you’re gonna love me when I’m finished here, sweetheart.”

You can’t even bark back a response because his fingers begin to ruthlessly fuck you. They stretch you apart, and you can’t begin to imagine what his cocks going to be like if his fingers are this bad. Squelching sounds fill the room and you’re horrifically reminded about how wet Eddie Munson has made you, but all of your negative thoughts about him fade away when his tongue comes down to lap at your clit when he fingers you.

The tips of his fingers curl and dance at the spongy spot inside of you, his fingers uncomfortable around your walls. Tightening around him hurts so good, and as his tongue swirls around your clit, your stomach flips, your core exploding with a sensation you’ve never felt before. Eddie looks so good in between your legs - his hair is slightly messy again, and his eyes are trained on you as he pumps his digits in and out of you, seeming reviling in how you whimper and shake at his touch.

“I think I’m close.” You breathe out, scrunching your nose in frustration as his digits slow. Your whole body is on fire, your back is arching and hips are bucking into his fingers in a desperate plea to get him to start again.

“Good girl Harrington gonna cum all over my fingers, huh?” His words ooze like honey as his fingers slowly curl against your spot. It’s so gentle and it stimulates you impossibly well - the stretch of his fingers is pleasureable now, and his rings send a fluttering sensation across your pissy everytime his digits slide back into you. “I wanna go slow, make you squirm. Payback for that foul mouth of yours.”

“My mouth isn’t foul,” you grit your teeth as he fingers fuck you painfully slow, but the effect they have on you are the same nonetheless.

“Maybe not foul, but definitely very ladylike.” He shoots back.

Your legs desperately wrap around Eddie’s head, your thighs tightening on either side. You imagine crushing him for teasing you; but you genuinely don’t have the energy - it’s like his fingers are taking everything from you. Your bedroom has been taken over by the sound of Eddie’s fingers fucking your pussy, ugly slaps echoing around the room. Steve’s music has no home in your bedroom anymore, all that exists is your moans and your squelching pussy tightening around Eddie’s fingers.

And though he’s going slow, he’s bringing you close. No man has made you feel this way. Jason Carver, your ex, couldn’t navigate your pussy if he had a fucking map - he just prodded and poked, impressed with his moves and not bothering to ask if you enjoyed them. But Eddie knows his way around you - his fingers don’t stop curling and you’re core tightens, your stomach flipping, eyes squeezing shut. Your entire body is tingling, and your pussy squeezes his fingers as your legs begin to shake. “Come for me, pretty girl, you can do it,” he coos, and you hate how your body listens to him. You’ve never felt such a release - it’s like you’ve been drowning and you finally came up for air. Your moans muffle the squelching sound, the sexual noise of you squirting all over Eddie’s fingers and clothed crotch, and for once you’re grateful for Steve’s stupid music creating a barrier between your room and the outside world, because without it the whole of Hawkins high would have definitely heard you get fingered by Eddie Munson.

“Enjoyed that, huh?” Eddie asks, his breath fanning at your neck. He plants gentle kisses, and you flinch slightly as his incredibly soaked crotch pressed against the inside of your thigh. “You still hate me, Harrington?”

“Kind of. You’re still real fuckin’ stupid, Munson.” Your hand comes up to Eddie’s hair, and you squeeze your eyes shut as you gently begin to play with the roots of his hair. “But I am beginning to grow a liking towards you.”

Eddie smiles into your neck, his body relaxed against yours. Your heart is racing against your chest, trying to figure out how he makes you feel this way. How no matter how hard you try, you can’t get him out of your head. And how somehow, Eddie freaking Munson has wormed his way into both your bedroom and your heart.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #stranger things fic #stranger things vol 4 #joseph quinn

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The Harrigtons™

summary: steve harrington x y/n byers and their six little nuggets' life

characters: dad!steve x byers!y/n, joyce x hopper, will, jonothan, el, dustin, lucas x max, mike

warnings: ST4 VOL. 2 SPOILERS!! fluff, minimal swearing, pregnancy, hinted smut, childbirth, that's probably it :)

legend: italics = not in the moment narration, ~~~ = scene change

a/n: ik literally nobody pays attention to these but if this sucks i'm sorry it's my first time writing :,) also i tried really hard to keep steve in-character, bc i read so many of these where he totally isn't.. takes place after season four, except there's no ominous ending (i'm coming for u duffers) also nancy is non-existent in this fic (i love her but she would be problematic due to ST4 ship moments; and there's no mileven or byler bc will and el are way to good for mike and the im convinced byler car scene was will finally letting himself let go of mike)

anyways enjoy

~~~

"STEVE!" I cried, sitting on the cold tile of our shared bedroom's bathroom.

He sprinted in from the kitchen- with the glass of water he went to get for me- breathless. "What's it say?"

I flipped the pregnancy test around, revealing two pink lines.

"YES!" he cried, high-fiving me ecstatically. "This is so great, y/n," he smiled, kneeling down to my spot on the floor.

"We're gonna be parents," I murmured, caressing my boyfriend's face gently.

"The start of our Brood of Harringtons™!" He cheered.

~~~

You're probably wondering, "What had you done to get in this situation?" Hopefully not literally, but that's not the point. Well, after all of the chaos in Hawkins, me and Steve finally decided what was most important to the both of us: each other.

Now, I know it was cheesy for us to realize that, but c'mon, where did you think all those clichés came from?

After Steve's sappy speech in the Winnebago, and the terrifying threats of the Upside Down, we worked towards making that dream a reality.

Steve enrolled in ILEA, or the Police Academy for Indiana. I went back to college, seeing as I had been accepted to the local community college. Me and Steve had planned to wait to get married and have our "six little nuggets", as he calls them, until after college. But things don't always go according to plan- especially after a few drinks and a local party (which I remember nothing, not even whose party it was). I missed my monthly twice, and finally told Steve. Of course, he was beyond happy, and ran out to buy a few pregnancy tests. And that's how we ended up talking about our baby-to-come on a Sunday afternoon, on the floor of our bathroom.

But that was back in '87, a whole year after the last.. incident. But I'm not here to talk about that. I'm here to tell you about my family, The Harrington's.

~~~

Nine months after that, I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy: Matthew James Harrington. Born October 7, 1987, at 6:22 in the morning, after 13 long hours of excruciating pain. Here's how it went..

"Hey, Steve..?" I said calmly.

"Yeah, babe?" Steve called from over his shoulder. He was on a ladder, fixing a dead lightbulb in the nursery.

"So, don't freak out," I said, still calm. Which, of course, made Steve turn around, and see me waddle in with my water broken all over my pants.

"Oh. Oh! OH, SSSSSSHIT!" He yelled, scrambling down the ladder. "Ooookay, okay. Stay calm, alright! You go take a bath, change into your hospital clothes, and we'll get in the car, and drive to the hospital!" He listed as he guided me into the bathroom, starting a bath and lying out my hospital clothes.

"Alright, I'll stay calm," I giggled, laughing at his panicked state.

After helping me into the bath, he darted between the bathroom and bedroom, continuously asking me how I felt. "Are you sure you don't need anything? Like, absolutely sure? Because I can get you anything you need," He rambled.

"I need you to stop asking me if I'm alright every five seconds. I'll let you know if I'm in any pain." I sighed.

"Okay, okay, sorry." He muttered, helping me out of the bath after a bit and handing me my clothes.

(Which I may or may not have had to ask for help to put on)

~~~

Steve had called my Mom (Joyce), Stepdad (Hop), Stepsister (El), and Brothers (Jon and Will) once we were at the hospital. They rushed over, only Mom and Steve following me into the delivery room.

"It's alright sweetheart, it's almost time," my mother cooed, pressing kisses to my sweaty forehead as she smoothed my hair. "You're almost there."

As expected, I was crying in pain. Scratch that, I was wailing. Childbirth is my least favorite thing, just to be clear.

"Good job, y/n.. good job, hon." Steve was repeating this like his life depends on it, his hand in mine as I squeezed it, nearly breaking his hand.

"I was prepared for pain, not whatever the hell this is!" I screeched, letting out a final push. And then I heard it. Sure, anyone else would have covered their ears at the sound of a screaming baby, but when it's yours, it is an entirely different experience.

Steve let go of my hand, walking over to the nurse holding our son. "Can I...?" He whispered. The nurse nodded, handing him our baby.

"Good job, sweetie.. you did so good." Mom sobbed as she kisses my head. She gave my hand a squeeze as Steve handed me our first baby.

"Hi, little man," I blubbered, "Hello, it's mama." Different flavors of that sentence passed between my giggles and sobs.

"We did good, huh?" Steve murmured, stroking my hair and holding our son's head.

"If you mean me by 'we', then, yes, I did do good." I teased, planting a kiss on his cheek.

Mom scooped the baby up softly, murmuring to him as me and Steve filled out our new baby's birth certificate. I looked back over once we finished, smiling at my mother and son.

"Yes, hello.... It's me, it's Grandma," she cooed.

I was really grateful for my mom and Hopper; they didn't waste one second in congratulating me and Steve. There were no lectures about how we were barely twenty, only loving support. Especially from the kids; they were all about being uncles and aunts. Steve's parents, however, were a different story.

Steve hasn't had the best relationship with his parents; his father really cared about what Steve did with his life. Which doesn't sound bad, except for the fact that that was all he cared about. Steve's mother was the same story, with a bit of 'I love you's sprinkled in between the lectures.

We had decided to keep Chris and babies-to-come out of his parents' lives. Steve wasn't comfortable with our kids being exposed to the same thing he was.

But my family's support and loved was very visible when they came in to meet baby Chris.

~~~

The boys walked in first, as the hospital only allowed two at a time (which meant Mom and Steve were kicked out). Will was carrying a bouquet of flowers for Steve and I, and Jonathan was holding his camera, jumping at the chance for pictures of his brand-new nephew.

"Hey, y/n/n," Will said. He walked over, sitting in the chair next to me. He peered at the tiny baby swaddled in puffy blankets. "And hello, baby...?"

"Christopher James Harrington." I stated proudly.

"Yeah, I'm not repeating all of that. Hi there, Chris." My younger brother cooed.

"Alright, move, my turn," Jonathan said after Will had got a chance to hold Chris. "Can I take a picture of you?" he asked.

You hadn't expected anything less from your twin brother. "One picture," you sighed. "Only one."

He smiled, snapping a picture of the two of you. "Now it's my turn to hold him... Hi there, Christopher.." he cooed, then looked back up to me. "He is the spitting image of Steve. The hair and everything."

I nodded. "Yeah, I'm gonna have my hands full."

After the boys left me, El and Hopper walked in. El, never having held or been exposed to a baby, was extremely nervous. She let Hop go first, and he gladly accepted the offer.

"Let me get my hands on this monster," he uttered softly. It seems a bit harsh for a newborn, but I didn't expect any mushy baby-talk from him. "Hey there, Chris, It's Grandpa. I.." Jim went on talking to Chris as I motion El to come stand on my other side.

"Don't be nervous, El. You're gonna be just fine," I spoke. "I'll be right here and Jim's gonna help you hold her."

She nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. "I won't.. hurt him?"

"You would never." I promised.

With that, she walked over and sat in the chair. Hop helped her hold Christopher, and soon she was giggling at his little cries and squeaks.

After that, Steve came in to help us to the car. However, I refused to drive home, afraid the carseat wasn't in properly. Hopper checked it three times, but every time I looked at it and shook my head.

So, yes. I did, in fact, walk home with my newborn and boyfriend, the rest of my family following in the two cars that were brought.

~~~

I jumped, hearing a clamor and lots of various "LET US IN!"s at my front door. It was just two days after me and Chris came home from the hospital, and Steve had told the Teens to wait a few days until unleashing their chaos on our new baby. I laughed, making a "be quiet" signal as I opened the door to the Teens.

"Oh, don't tell me he's asleep!" Dustin complained.

"No, but you can't shout around a newborn regardless." I laughed.

They filed in and sat around the living room as I headed upstairs. "Guess who's here," I cooed to my son.

"I don't have to guess, I can hear them from up here," Steve said, walking in to hug me from behind.

"Hate to break it to you, but I wasn't talking to you, love. But, you do get to change him!" I said, handing the baby to Steve.

Steve sighed, sniffing his son. "Wow- that smells horrible. He's only drinking milk?" he coughed, beginning to change your baby.

"I'll be waiting with them," I laughed.

~~~

After changing him, Steve brought Chris down, handing him to Dustin first.

"I swear to you, Henderson, if you drop my kid you'll never be seen again," he warned, gently placing Chris in Dustin's arms.

The Teens crowded around him, all cooing and laughing at his every movement and sound. El and Will sat back with you, and Steve was behind the couch.

"Are you really going to let Mike hold him?" Will asked doubtfully.

"Yes," I said, seeing Mike glare over at Will. Then leaning into my little brother's ear, "sit next to him when he does." Which earned a laugh from the pair.

After they all had gotten a chance to hold Christopher, Max had called dibs on holding her the rest of the time, save little breaks when El would hold her. Steve and Dustin cooked dinner under the supervision of Lucas. Not that he was any more equipped, but if Steve and Dustin got into an argument, he was there to make sure nothing was set on fire.

And that's how things were. I loved the Teens, and not just because they were free babysitters. I knew that I was never going to have to worry about my babies, they were going to be very well cared for.

~~~

A few years later, Steve is Chief of Police. Yes, he's graduated from ILEA. I got a job at Hawkins' Law Firm, even if I was only their receptionist, and graduated college. It was now 1990, and me and Steve have two kids with another on the way. Christopher was now three years old, and a carbon copy of his father. We have a one and a half year old girl, Jessica. She was, and is, also a carbon copy of Steve, much to my annoyance that none of our babies take after me. Our next baby is also a girl, and I was about seven months along. We're naming her Emily.

Oh, and I almost forgot. Me and Steve tied the knot. After I gave birth to Jessica, he proposed to me. Not right after obviously, but about a month.

"So, what's the occasion?" I giggled, me and Steve sitting under a tree at Lovers' Lake.

"The occasion," Steve mocked my words, "is that I love you and our little family."

"That was the occasion when Jessica spit up on your back at breakfast today," I smiled. "so what's the real occasion?"

Steve sighed, pulling out a ring from his jean pocket. "The occasion," he murmured, "is our engagement..?" he ended it as a question.

"Steve, are you for real?" My voice trembled, on the verge of tears. It's crazy how even when I'm not pregnant my emotions can change in a matter of minutes.

He nodded. "Uhm, duh," He kissed my neck. "So?" Steve was never patient.

"Yes! Of course!" I sobbed- or laughed- well, both. "Gimme," I sniffled, looking at the simple silver band, lined with tiny diamonds. "Steve, it's beautiful."

"Yeah, I knew you'd like it."

~~~

"Mama," a small voice whispered, crawling on top of me, tiny knees and elbows crashing into my face. "Mama, it's time to go now."

I sighed, opening my eyes to a pair of identical y/e/c ones. "You're right, baby."

Steve walked in, tackling our youngest. "C'mon, nugget, let's go eat breakfast while Mama gets dressed."

I stretched, smiling. "You made breakfast?"

"I did," He smiled. "Everyone's up, except you. So let's go, chop chop."

"Alright, alright. I'll be down soon."

Steve and I have two boys and four girls. Not quite what we had planned, but we have no complaints. As I said before, things don't always go according to plan.

So here's our not-so-little family tree: Christopher James Harrington, born 1987. Jessica Brittany Harrington, born 1989. Emily Joyce Harrington, born 1991. The twins, Eddie Brian and Tiffany Michelle Harrington, born 1993. And lastly, Rachel Alison Harrington, born 1996.

~~~

"Have I told you what a great husband you are?" I murmured, hugging Steve from behind.

"Mm, not yet, I don't think so," he teased, passing down pancakes with the help of Chris.

"Well, you are." I smiled, scattering kisses on my husband's neck (much to our kids' disgust).

"I figured."

I sat down with my family, finishing up breakfast. After that, we all piled into our Winnebago, off on our long talked about Harrington Summer Road Trip.

~~~

So there we are. A whole brood, army, cult, whatever you'd like to call it, of Harringtons. There were some bumps along the way, like the time Steve dropped Eddie when he was two months old. Or the time I forgot Christopher at the grocery store when he was eight. But let's talk about high points: I started taking weekends and Wednesdays off to take care of the kids, and Steve came home earlier and left later for work. We got a dog, a golden retriever named Scooter. Robin comes over to babysit, along with Dustin and El. Sometimes Will tags along on our family trips, dragging Jonathan along. Jess got accepted onto the cheer team, and Tiffany is the head of the mathletes. Ed is a track star, and Rachel is an off-balanced ballerina. Chris is a basketball star, just like his dad. And Emily joined the AV club, ironically enough.

I guess that's it. Our Brood of Harringtons™. And boy, are we happy.

~~~

a/n: i'm sorry that gave me Cheaper By The Dozen vibes :,/ anyways requests are open for any Marvel or Stranger Things requests :)

#steve harrington #dad!steve harrington #six little nuggets #steve harrington x reader #baby fever #domestic fluff #soft steve #stranger things

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