#teacher!steve harrington

[finntheehumaneater]

from the prompts lists for a lil steddie sickfic 👉👈 bonus points if you can get an uncle wayne cameo in there too lmao

“I’m gonna be sick.” & “Look at me - just breathe, okay?”

hallo, liebe!!! I had way too much fun with this. I want to make this universe its own thing. Everybody send me asks about this I want to talk about my domestic steddie AU please, I love them so much.

(All ask prompt lists are in my pinned posts, and sorry for any mistakes, most of this was copied and pasted from photos of notebook paper, and it does not like my handwriting lmao)

TW: throwing up

Ozzy only liked to eat if someone was watching him. Steve said it was because he wanted to feel safe and protected, but Eddie knew it was because he was an attention whore.

He was currently perched on top of the table, his black tail swiping impatiently as he meowed at Eddie—not pawing the open laptop closed yet, but it looked like he was thinking about it.

“M'doing work, babe,” Eddie muttered gently, reaching out to pet the cat but he ducked away. He rifled through his notes again, trying to remember what name he and Steve had decided for the elven lord. Steve didn’t normally help with Eddie's novel—said he didn't know enough about fantasy and the like, and he didn't want to ruin it—but he had sat down with Eddie on the couch and looked through lists of Welsh names until he found one he thought sounded fit for an elven lord.

And Eddie had agreed, it was a name fit for an elven lord, but he couldn't remember, and he just needed to find the stupid paper with the character names—

Meow!

Eddie's eyes moved back to the cat, and that added on top of the stress of writing made something inside of him snap. “Ozzy, babe. I’m working.”

The cat shied away, his ears flattening and his eyes widening. Eddie ran a hand down his face.This wasn't worth yelling at his cat over.

“Oz…” he closed the laptop and picked up the cat, carrying him to the laundry room. They kept his food on top of the dryer, because when he and Steve had moved in (what... three years ago?) Ozzy had decided that the laundry room was his room, and that people could only actually do the laundry if he liked them.

Eddie set Ozzy down in front of the food dish and pressed a kiss to his side before going to get the hampers from his and Steve's (and Wayne’s) room.

Wayne had been living with them since they had bought the house, and he had lived with them in their apartment before that. he was in charge of doing the “adult things”, even though Eddie and Steve were nearing (thirty twenty-seven for Steve and twenty-eight for Eddie, although Eddie was almost twenty-nine), because Steve's memory couldn't be trusted for things he wasn't one hundred percent in on, and Eddie just couldn't be trusted to do most things on his own. He would much rather be writing.

Wayne still worked as a mechanic, downtown, but this time he liked his job. He'd never leave if he  could, but that meant that he wouldn't get to watch baseball with Steve.

Eddie swore that sometimes it felt like Wayne loved Steve more than him.

Steve was working as a teacher—middle schoolers—and he hadn't been doing it for all that long, but the kids loved him. And he loved them back. Especially one girl named Hayden, because he said she reminded him of Max (Max worked with Gareth at a bookstore a little while away. They shared an apartment, and Max didn't really "work" at the store, seeing how her eyesight fluctuated, but Gareth didn’t mind the company)

And then there was Eddie. Who wrote. The whole rockstar thing hadn't really worked out for him, but he and the guys still got together to play whenever Grant and Jeff were in town.

He was working on his hovel, and he hated every second of it. Sure, he loved writing, but writing an entire-ass-novel was hard.

"It's basically a Lord Of The Rings fanfiction!" He had sobbed to steve one night in bed after he had finally (after six months) finished the rough draft for the outline. “I hate it.”

Steve had just hummed in acknowledgment for a moment, half-curled around Eddie with the messy papers in his hands. "Isn't everything based off of something?"

Eddie had shrugged, keeping his face tucked into Steve’s neck.

“I like Ophelia.” Steve had whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of Eddie's head. "Isn't she the one that stabs the guy with the horns?"

Eddie tried to hum an “mhm” of confirmation, but it came as more of a whine of despair. 

“The drawings you did of her for El were pretty,” Steve had continued, his voice gentle and patient in a way that Eddie adored as he nudged his nose into Eddie's hair a bit more. "You should show her these on Sunday when she and her friend Maya come to visit." Eddie had. And honestly? Aside from Steve and Wayne, El was the only reason the novel was even being made. He wouldn't be able to even open his laptop without her nagging and consistent support over the phone.

She lived up north near Jonathan and Argyle, somewhere near New York, and she drove out with her roommate to visit him and Steve occasionally.

Eddie blinked when Ozzy meowed again, rubbing against his flannel pajama pants he hadn't changed out of yet. "All done, bud?" Ozzy didn't answer. 

Sometimes Eddie felt like he was going insane, talking to his cat.

He put in the detergent and made sure the clothes were spiraled so that they would wash better, before turning it on, the clear lid closed. He didn’t know what buttons to press, but he knew what noise they were supposed to make and in what order. Steve was normally in charge of laundry, but most of the kids had presentations to do, and the other half were doing theirs tomorrow. He’d probably be too tired to do the laundry when he got home.

Eddie heard the door open and close, and he assumed it was Steve, because Wayne wasn't supposed to be home for another hour or two.

"Stevie?" Eddie called out, and he kept talking when he didn't get an answer, because sometimes Steve got home and had what Eddie called Quiet Time, where he would just stay silent and listen to Eddie talk for a while before taking a shower and maybe having a nap." You want any apple? I had one just before you got here, but I left the peels on a bowl on the table, because I love you and things you like, even though it's weird. There’s seltzer too, but it's probably still warm because I only put them in the fridge like…fifteen minutes ago. Might be fine if you put ice in it, though.”

Eddie knew something was wrong even before Steve shuffled into the kitchen—all hunched over, his eyes rimmed red and his cheeks wet, glasses perched low on his nose, nearly slipping off of his face—because there were no arms wrapped around his waist, no face pressed into his neck, and no Robin Buckley perched on his counter. 

She had been driving Steve to and from... basically everywhere since he had gotten his license taken away. The doctors—and anyone—didn't trust him to drive with his seizures. It had taken Steve a while to get used to not being everyone's personal chauffeur anymore.

"You okay, babes?" Eddie asked softly, concern seeping into his tone as Steve leaned against the doorframe. 

"I feel like I'm gonna be sick,” Steve choked out, his voice strained.

“Oh, sweetheart...did one of your kids get you sick? "Eddie asked, taking Steve’s glasses off and setting them onto the kitchen counter before cupping his elbow and helping him over to the bathroom.

He gently pushed Steve down to kneel in front of the toilet, tugging his hair up and out of his face. It wouldn't have gotten in the way, but it looked adorable when all of the fringe that would normally sweep over his forehead in its coif was gathered up in a little ponytail on top of his head.

As much as Eddie would always be there for Steve, he still made a face and cringed away slightly when Steve threw up, smoothing his hand up and down Steve's spine and shoulders as Steve gagged and sobbed between painful-sounding heaves.

Eddie slipped off Steve's jacket when he went limp in his arms, reaching over to flush the toilet. “Shower?” 

Steve shook his head, his face contorting into something pathetic that made Eddie’s heart tug.

"What's the matter, baby? "Eddie murmured, wrapping his arms around Steve's waist, his chin tucked over Steve's shoulder. He'd make Steve get up and brush his teeth in a bit after he had sat and rested. He was still shaking, so Eddie doubted he would be able to stand okay right then.

“I’ll have to call in sick tomorrow,” Steve gasped, shaking his head. “I won’t be able to go in.”

“You don’t want to stay home and rest? Darling, I love you and you are so beautiful, but you look like death right now. You’re more pale than me.”

“Liam has his presentation tomorrow. I have to be there! H-he has a hard time speaking, and—a-and I don’t want him to be nervous. I promised him I’d be there for him,” Steve said, his voice broken and desperate, and God, Eddie was so in love with man that it physically hurt.

Steve was so kind, and caring, and sweet, and compassionate, and the list just went on, and on, and on. 

“Look at me,” Eddie whispered, his fingers brushing over Steve’s stomach. “Just breathe, okay? Liam will be okay.”

Steve shook his head again, his breath shaky and his hands gripping at Eddie’s arms like he was scared to let go. He looked like he was going to throw up again if he didn’t calm down, and didn’t want him to have to go through that anymore. 

“Liam will be okay,” Eddie repeated, his voice a bit more firm as he pressed a hand gently to Steve’s chest. “Breathe.”

Steve did breathe, but his voice was still shaking, and Eddie’s hand went up and down with each movement. “I promised him…”

“I know you promised him,” Eddie whispered, pressing a kiss to Steve’s forehead. “But you can’t control these things. He’ll be alright, baby, he’s a good kid.”

Eventually, Steve’s hands loosened and slid up to Eddie’s shoulders. He pushed himself to stand, and Eddie followed after him. “I’m…I’m okay now.”

“You’re okay,” Eddie parroted back, rubbing Steve’s arm up and down as Steve got his toothbrush out of the mug Wayne had put in the bathroom shelf. It was for some fishing company in the Adirondacks that Eddie had never heard of.

The door creaked open just a bit more than it already was and in strolled Ozzy, meowing lightly. Eddie picked him up when he stood to paw at his thigh, cooing, “Aw, there’s my baby…”

He pressed a kiss to the top of Ozzy’s head, and the cat meowed in protest, now seeing it be a bit against his original plan of being cradled and snug in Eddie’s arms if it meant he had to be kissed.

The poor thing lived a very hard life. 

“M’thought I was your baby,” Steve muttered around his toothbrush, and Eddie rolled his eyes, gently knocking his hip into Steve’s, kissing Ozzy’s head again as he squirmed and tried to escape the confines of Eddie’s arms.

“I can have more than one baby,” he said, and then his voice turned more serious. “Oh, shit, I have to call Nance and tell her that we can’t have Megan over tomorrow afternoon.”

Megan was Nancy’s three year old daughter, and she was lovely, but she was stubborn.

Steve’s face crumpled slightly as he washed the toothbrush off, and Eddie watched him try to hide it by pinching at his nose and sighing. “I’m so sorry, Eds, this is ruining all of our plans…”

“Hey, no,” Eddie set Ozzy down when he started to kick at his arm, biting at the sleeve of his t-shirt. “Steve, honey…”

Steve’s eyes were glassy again when Eddie finally got him to look at him. “I hate being sick,” he practically whimpered, his expression pleading, and fuck—if Eddie could make him feel better he would, but that wasn’t really an option.

“I know, sweet thing,” Eddie murmured sympathetically, pressing a kiss to Steve’s knuckles. “You wanna go and lay down? I’ll get you some Tylenol?”

Steve nodded and Eddie helped him to bed, getting him changed even though he could do it himself. He got Steve the pill and some water and told him that if he wanted to shower when he woke up he could, but the water couldn’t be hot in case he passed out again, like he had the last time he was sick. Head injuries with Steve were no joke.

He got Steve’s bag from where he had left it by the front door when he had come in, then switched the laundry over and when he was just sitting down to work again, Wayne got home.

“You’re early.”

Wayne shrugged, picking up one of the apple peels out of the bowl and popping it into his mouth. “Katie forced me to come back before I started workin’ on another car.”

“Hm,” Eddie hummed, opening the laptop. “Steve got home sick, so be nice.”

“M’always nice.”

Eddie sighed, shaking his head slightly with a smile before getting back to work.

Steve hadn’t wanted Eddie to sleep with him in case he got sick, too—offering to sleep on the couch instead so that Eddie could have the bed, but Eddie had very lovingly said “fuck no” to that. He was curled around Steve, nose pressed into the sweaty hair on the back of Steve’s neck. 

Wayne was out on their neighbor’s porch smoking, and Ozzy was put away in the laundry room (his cat house had been moved there before Eddie crawled into bed, he wasn’t evil) so that he wouldn’t wake everyone up at four in the morning. 

There was a trash can by the bed, because Steve had thrown up again after dinner, even though he had barely eaten anything. 

“How much did you write today?” Steve whispered, voice scratchy and hoarse 

“You’re supposed to be sleeping, babes,” Eddie muttered, pressing a kiss to Steve’s shoulder.

“But how much?”

“Three thousand, maybe. Maybe a bit less.”

“That’s a lot.”

“Debatable.”

Steve laughed, then coughed, wincing.

“Go to sleep,” Eddie whispered, his lips brushing against Steve’s skin.

Steve still had that ridiculous ponytail on top of his head. Either he didn’t know it was there still, or he had finally come around to realizing how adorable it was.

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[lesservillain]

alpha!steve harrington x omega!reader

cw: omegaverse dynamics, knotting, bonding/marking, breeding kink, unprotected piv, semi public, mutual pining

wc:~5.7k

Music plays at a low hum from the small radio at your desk. The only station that comes in clear has been taken over by Christmas music since Thanksgiving break. Not even Wham!’’s Last Christmas was giving the same sense of relief after hearing it every day for almost a month now. 

Despite the winter wonderland outside, you still seek out the coolness of your water bottle against your skin, the chill helping to ease the flush that’s been making you sweat like it was mid July in Texas. You’d even cracked the window behind your desk in hopes that the fallen snow would help with your elevated body temperature. But you knew that all of your efforts were for nothing. That no matter how cold you made it, there was really only one thing that would actually be able to ease the discomfort that you felt spreading under your skin; the burden of being an omega in this world. 

Ever since you split with your ex this past spring you’ve been having to deal with your heats on your own. It's not impossible for an omega to go through heats without an alpha to ease the pain, but when you go cold turkey after years of having someone there to satisfy the overwhelming biological need to mate, it can take a huge toll on any omega. 

Science has made leaps and bounds over the last 20 years to improve suppressants for both alphas and omegas. They’re not perfect by any means, but they’re better than dealing with the intense urges that you feel when that time of the month comes. 

The current suppressants you're taking are…experimental. Mixed with a birth control that’s supposed to be able to stop even the swimmers of an alpha in rut from reaching an egg of an omega they’ve marked. They were suggested by your doctor as a preventative, since omegas after losing their long alpha tend to subconsciously scent to seek out a replacement. 

And they worked really well the first few months, not having a heat for nearly half a year. But the added stress of moving to a new town on your own and starting a new job where you were constantly playing catch up after inheriting a mess from the school’s previous nurse, your heat came back full swing within the first month of the school year. The dizziness, increased appetite, a dull ache in your lower back, and hot flashes put you out for three days before you could get a suppressant strong enough to make you functional again. 

Now you’re having your winter heat, which, so far, has been much tamer by comparison thanks to the increased dose of your medication. But the combination of your heat with the influx of students seeing you due to peak flu and strep season, your body has been practically screaming at you by the end of each day this week to go home and relax. 

The sudden overzealous opening of your office door takes your attention off your sweltering body. The all too familiar voice of Mr. Harrington calls out “Helloooo, nurse!” as he occupies the space in the doorway. 

Steve Harrington was one of the school’s sophomore history teachers, as well as the football and basketball coach and the leader of the Student Achievement program. All of the staff, and probably some of the students, swoon over him at any given moment, his presence never missed due to the air that surrounds him. Unfortunately you’re not immune to his charms either. In fact, the natural attraction between the two of you was palpable at times, regardless of how much you try to ignore it. 

Steve could feel it, too. And maybe it was the way his alpha brain was wired, but his flirty personality is jacked up to 10 whenever you’re around. It’s not on purpose, at least not in a conscious way. His amazing hair, the way his clothes hugged his toned body, and his almost unnaturally handsome face made him the poster child for the perfect alpha partner. 

Well, perfect except for the fact that he’s the clumsiest man you’ve ever met in your life, leaving your office at least once a week with a Strawberry Shortcake bandaid after giving himself a paper cut or an ice pack on his head when a ball hits him in the face. 

Despite his accident-prone nature, Steve is a highly desired, single alpha in his prime. And with you being the only unclaimed adult omega in the building, it’s put a huge target on your back for your jealous coworkers who think they have a shot with him. To remedy this, you’ve maintained a firm level of professionalism and platonic friendliness at all times with him, despite his flirty personality testing your willpower.

His intoxicating scent invades your senses sending  a wave of warmth to wash over you before you can even give him a quick glance. You pull at the collar of your blouse willing the air to cool down your shirt. “You feeling okay there, nurse? You look a little flushed. Or are you just that happy to see me?”

“Mr.Harrington,” you say flatly, following with teasing sarcasm as you continue looking over your paperwork, “I was starting to worry you weren’t going to see me this week. Thought you’d finally broken your streak of bad luck.” He lets out an airy chuckle that makes the sides of your lips threaten to curl.

“Oh, honey, you know I can’t stay away from you.” He means it. He would fake appendicitis if it gave him a greater chance to be doted on by you. To get closer to you. “I would have been in here sooner if I hadn’t been glued to my desk all week getting grades in before break,” he says, voicing his grievances that were the result of his own negligence. 

“I see,” you hum, continuing with the sarcastic tone. “I guess I won’t have to replenish my box of bandaids just yet.”

“Weelll,” he draws out, “All that sitting time must have built up my bad luck, because, uh, I think this one may need more than just a bandaid.”

When you finally lift your eyes from your desk, they almost bulge out of their sockets at the sight of him. Where you initially thought his arms were just crossed, you see his right hand is actually covering his left bicep, blood staining down the sleeve of his light and navy blue striped dress shirt. The lack of urgency in his tone had you thinking nothing was wrong, but of course Steve Harrington would find the time to flirt with you while he’s bleeding. 

Tossing your water bottle on the desk and jumping up from your seat, you practically fly across the room to assess the damage, pulling his hand away to find a tear in the sleeve and blood spread messily on his skin underneath.

“Oh my goodness, what happened?” You ask with concern, pulling him into the office by the hand and leading him to a cot, shutting the door behind you. 

“Mrs.Harmon asked if I could stay and help set up stuff around the auditorium for the choir performance tonight,” he explained as you pulled at the material of his sleeve, trying and failing and get a better look at the wound, “and I accidentally knocked a shelf off the wall while trying to get the decorations out. I moved fast enough that it didn’t crush me, but it did knick me a little.”

“A little! Mr.Harrington—” you start with a stern tone, preparing your normal lecture to him about being safe. 

“Steve,” he corrects with a smug grin, insisting that you call him by his first name since you’ve met. 

“Mr.Harrington,” you repeat like a warning, trying to remain professional when he’s so close to you. It’s hard when he’s staring at your face with those big hazel eyes as he watches your face scrunch in frustration while you fiddle with his shirt. A shirt that’s straining to stay together around his large bicep, leaving no give for you to get a better look at his wound. 

Losing your will to argue with him, your hands rest to your hips with a sigh. “Can you, just, slip your arm out of the sleeve, please?”

“Of course,” he says with faux seriousness as you can see his all too satisfied smile, rolling your eyes at him.

Turning on your heel, you walk a few feet to grab the things from the supply cabinet to treat his wound. Your back is turned to him as you fill your arms with gauze, tape, cotton balls, and anything else you may need for a cut that large.

 “You know, you’re probably the clumsiest alpha I’ve ever met,” you tease as you turn to face him again, “Sometimes I think you get hurt on purpose just to see m—“

The rest of your remark dies on your tongue as your mouth goes dry. Taking liberties with your request, you watch Mr.Harrington completely remove his shirt, dropping it on the cot behind him and facing you once more. The white under tank he’s wearing leaves little to the imagination as it hugs his broad chest tightly, thinning the material and making it almost see through. His skin still has the last lingering tint of the tan he was sporting on the first day of school, and different sized freckles and moles decorate his body like constellations in the sky. You’ve never seen so much of him all at once, head feeling fuzzy as you drink him in. 

“I think you might be drooling a bit there, Ms. Nurse,” he says pointing to the corner of his own mouth to further his teasing. But you can barely hear him, the words muffled as your ears start to ring and your vision tilts as if you’d been drinking. The boil you’d been dealing with all day felt like a slight shimmer as your fever suddenly spikes, your body on fire as the scent coming from his newly exposed skin has you reeling.

The supplies you’re holding dropped to the floor, freeing your hands to grasp at the counter behind you. Steve rushes to your side, wrapping an arm around you and easing you to the ground. He barely makes it without dropping to his knees himself, the smell of your pheromones hitting him like a brick. 

“H-hey, what do you need,” you hear him ask, but you can hardly register the words as his scent in close proximity only spurs your heat on more. Even with your clothes covering your skin, the touch of his hand on your waist and the one he’s rested on your knee make you crave more of him in a carnal way, the urgent need to close the gap between the two of you has your body shifting until you’re on your knees and crawling towards him. 

His hands hover in the air, slightly trembling as you lean into him. He falls back on his ass as you get closer until you’re practically laying on him, rubbing against him with your face like a cat. “I need you, Steve,” you purr. He takes a sharp breath in through gritted teeth as your hand drifts lower, lower, until your fingers land on the very prominent bulge straining against his deep blue slacks. “Shit,” his head snaps back at the contact, before dropping back down to look at you with hungry eyes.

“What happened to keeping it professional?” He tries to joke, unsure if this is all just a test from the universe to see how he would react to having his nightly fantasies come true. And while Steve may be resilient in many ways, he wasn’t sure if he could hold back with the way you’re looking up at him through your lashes as if he’d hung the moon and the stars. The scent of his musk permeates the room as he gives into your needs, his desires, letting the primal urges he’s been pushing down since the day he met you front in his mind. 

If you were in a different state of mind you probably would have laughed at his comment. But the intense ache that bloomed between your legs as all your senses start to leave your body has you whimpering against his chest. 

Strong arms scoop you up swiftly, tossing you down on the cot and pulling the privacy curtain behind him. In the split second he was away from you, you managed to grab his discarded shirt and pull it to your nose, inhaling his lingering scent. It was like a drug that you couldn’t get enough of, your thighs rubbing together and hips moving against air as your body seeks out any kind of relief for the ache. 

Suddenly, the shirt is torn from your grasp roughly. You cry out, hands reaching out aimlessly before they’re being grasped tightly around the wrists and pinned to the bed. The cot dips as a weight wedges its way between your legs, pressing against your core in a way that has you instantly bucking against it with reckless abandon, your clouded mind only thinking about satisfying the throb in your core. 

“God, look at the mess you’re making on my thigh already,” Steve says with a low growl, watching you use him in a pathetic attempt to relieve yourself. The grit in his voice hits every nerve in your body on its way from your ear drums to your cunt. 

“You smell so fucking sweet,” he groans as he brings your wrist to his nose and inhales, “Like vanilla or honey, o-or something better,” he stammers. He leans over you, hot tongue licking a thick stripe from your collar bone to behind your ear, lightly biting the lobe and pulling, goosebumps rising on your skin. His hair is just as soft as you imagined it would be as it tickles your cheek, a sharp contrast to the way his teeth bite at your neck, his tongue soothing over the skin. 

You press your cheek into him, whining his name right into his ear, practically begging him to put you out of your misery. He releases one of your hands to grab your face, lips pursing together, making you look him in the eyes. His pupils fully blown out and close enough that you can see your own fucked out reflection in them.

“Listen to me,” he says, swallowing, eyes flickering between your eyes and your lips. “I’ve been wanting to do this for five fucking months. Five long months of fucking my fist to the thought of getting you under me just like this, making you a mess and having you beg for me.” He takes a deep breath through his nose, nostrils flaring as the last bit of his resolve begins to waver. “So if we do this, you’re mine from now on, got it? No more of this back and forth, pretending you don’t want me as much as I want you bullshit. Once I start…I’m not going to be able to stop. Do you understand?”

There’s no hesitation with how quickly you try to nod your head against his grip. The heat coming off of your cheeks warms the tips of his fingers. “Nuh-uh,” he tuts, giving you a little shake, “Need to hear it. Tell me you want this.” 

“Want you, Steve. Need you. Need your cock, please, please please.”

 He curses under his breath before his lips crash into yours. The kiss is hot and heavy right off the bat as teeth clash and tongues dance together in desperation. Your free hand finds its way into his perfect hair, pulling slightly at the nape, eliciting a moan from him that you catch as it leaves his lips.

Steve pulls away from you with a wild look in his eyes. Both of his strong hands release their hold on you so that he could rip open the front of your blouse, sending buttons flying and hitting the floor with a clatter. His mouth is back on you, nipping and biting the skin while his hands pull your tits free from the cups of your bra. 

Mouth moving at lightning speed, he hungrily takes one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking and tonguing the bud while needing at your other breast with his hand. His eyes are glassy when they look up at you, half lidded and unfocused, drool dribbles down your breast from his mouth. 

Everything next happens so quickly you can barely register it. Steve pulls away from you completely, standing up fully to rip your pants down your legs. Once he throws them to the floor, he’s making quick movements to undo his own pants, his right thigh drenched from the slick that had soaked through while grinding against him. 

His cock is so hard that the pressure against the crotch of his pants has the zipper undoing itself once he frees the button. Wasting no time, he shucks down his slacks and boxers in one go, his large cock and heavy balls now on full display for you, the sight making your eyes widen in surprise—and maybe fear?

Alphas are known to be bigger than even a well endowed beta, and omegas are built to handle the size of an alpha’s better than a beta can, but the size of the Steve’s cock less than a foot from your face has you mesmerized at the sheer size of it. But while your mind may be in shock, your pussy has a mind of its own, slick dripping in anticipation for the stretch you’d be receiving. Even in his large hands it looked massive, bigger than any alpha you’d been with before. 

You sit up in the bed slightly, reaching out to take him in your hand, your fingers barely able to wrap around him as you stroke the angry red tip. He curses under his breath as you let your hand roll over the tip, feeling the veins against the skin of your palm with each stroke.

 A little bead of precum bubbles at the tip and something in your mind snaps. Your mouth is on him in an instant, any sense you may have had left is completely gone out the window when that salty taste hits your tongue. 

“Fuck, look at you,” he cooes, followed by a guttural moan at the sight of you trying to take as much of him in your mouth as you can. “Such a good girl. Trying your best to take me in that pretty little mouth of yours, huh?” His words egg you as you continue to suckle at his tip, lapping up any of his spend that leaks out as you keep pumping at his shaft.

You want to keep going, want to be good for him, but ache between your legs is becoming unbearable the longer you go on. Slick is slipping down your thighs, a puddling forming under you on the sheets as your body involuntarily preps itself to take Steve’s massive cock. You look up at him with teary eyes, lifting your ass in the air as a silent plea for him to take you like the bitch in heat that you are. 

And as much as he’s loving watching you pitifully mouth his cock, seeing you present yourself for him turns off the evolved parts of his brain, leaving him to run on primal instincts only. 

Grabbing you by the throat, he manhandles you onto your back and positions you so your ass on the edge of the cot. Your legs fall to the sides, opening as wide as you can get them, pussy on full display and ready to be taken. 

“Hoooooo, fuck,” Steve shudders, licking his lips at the sight of your dripping cunt, hole clenching around nothing, begging for him to fill it up. He runs his fingers through your folds to collect some of your arousal, barely brushing over your throbbing clit. He brings his fingers to his mouth, shoulders slumping in satisfaction.

“Damnit, of course you taste sweet, too. Can’t wait til I can get you in my mouth,” he says with a slight slur. 

You panic for a moment, unsure if you could wait any longer for him to finally be inside you. As if he can read you like a book, he lets out a soft chuckle, taking his cock in his hand and pumping it slowly. “Don’t you worry, baby girl, I’m not gonna keep you waiting any more. Next time, though…”

The sticky tip of his cock taps your clit, sending shock waves throughout your body with every touch. It’s too much and not enough all at once. His name falls from your lips, and he shushes you in return, lining himself up with your entrance.

The breach of his tip stretching you wide is like a shot of morphine in an IV drip, your body becoming numb and a live wire at the same time, replacing the pain with a fuzzy haze all over. 

Steve watches the way your face contorts with pleasure as hips rock back and forth slowly. His teeth bite down on his bottom lip, trying his hardest to hold back so you can get used to his size, but the vice grip you have on his cock has him quickly losing his resolve. Body falling over you, he brackets your head between his forearms as he finally folds. His breath fanning over your face has your eyes fluttering open. Met with the most divine visual of Steve’s pinched brow, scrunched up nose, and slack jaw fill your vision entirely. Your breath is punched from your lungs as he makes that final thrust, bottoming out inside of you with a shuddered whimper. 

“Oh, my god,” you breathe, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in closer. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, rubbing his face against your skin, marking you with his scent. He begins to move, setting a pace that makes every thrust feel like heaven, the tightness of your walls amplifying every ridge and bump of his cock as it drags back and forth. “Fuck, Steve, you’re so big,” you whine, “Never felt so full be-fore!” The last syllable comes out as a gasp as he thrusts into you hard, spurred on by your words. 

His arms wrap around you tightly, laying all of his upper body weight against you to pin you in place so he can fuck into mercilessly. The feeling is mind melting, nonsense words mixed with repeating his name over and over fall from your mouth with each punch of his cock against your cervix. Each thrust hits that spot inside of you dead on, throttling you towards the edge quicker than your mind can handle in your current fucked out state. 

“Fuuuuck,” Steve’s voice is strained next to your ear, thrusts slowing as you “Don’t squeeze so tight, baby, I don’t wanna cum yet.” 

His words have the opposite effect on you as your whole body trembles beneath him, cumming so hard his cock your vision goes white. Your chest presses into his as your back arches off the mattress, the skin to skin friction against your hardened nipples stimulating you more as he fucks you through your high.

He lifts his head to watch you come undone with a wide eyed, feral look. He’s panting, too, with a string of saliva from his tongue to the skin of your shoulder where he had latched on, the skin red and already speckling with broken blood vessels. 

 “You’re so pretty when you cum on my cock like that,” he says with heavy breaths, “Wanna see you do it again, and again, and again,” he babbles, leaning in to trail kisses along your jaw, continuing to thrust into you harder and harder, in his own world now. You can only cling to him as he ruts into you, nails scratching down his back. “Gonna fuck you over and over and over until it takes. Big, round belly on full display for everyone to see. You gonna tell everyone Mr.Harrington got you pregnant when you can’t hide it anymore? What will all the other teachers think?” 

“Fuck, Steve, please.” 

“What is it, baby? Tell me what you want.”

“Want it, Steve. Want your knot.”

“Oh, is that right?”

Suddenly, he pulls away and out of you completely. It’s such a shock to the system you can help but cry out at the loss of him. But the vacancy doesn’t last long, his strong arms lifting and flipping you with ease until you’re face down into the mattress, ass being propped up on shaky legs so he can bottom out in you once more. 

This new angle changed everything. A wanton moan feels like it was being pushed out of you as it felt like his cock was in your lungs. One hand grabs a hold of your hip while the other pushes down on the back of your neck, effectively pinning you down so he can pick back up his brutal pace. There was no rhythm to his thrusts, driven purely on animalistic instincts as he chases his own pleasure, using you as a means to get him there.

“You want my knot, huh?” The question is rhetorical, said in the heat of the moment as he feels his peak nearing. “Want me to give you my knot and really knock you up? I’ll ruin you for any other alphas that think they have a chance. Cause you’re mine now, aren’t you, sweet girl? No other alpha’s gonnna fuck you like I can, right?” 

“No-no, Steve! Don’t want anyone else! Only want your knot! Please, please!” Your eyes lull as he fucks you stupid, mouth parted open as you drool onto the sheets. 

His weight shifts, trailing kisses down your back until he gets to that spot on the back of your neck. A chill runs down your spine as his teeth scrape against the skin over your scent gland. “Well, if that’s the case…Guess you wouldn’t mind if I held you to that, right?” 

The primal part of your brain is screaming for him to do it; mark you and make you his, permanently. The logical side fights for dominance, reminding you that you never wanted to be owned by an alpha, which is why you and your ex broke up in the first place. But the way he was making you feel right now had you second guessing all your morals. He hums over you, lips lingering against your skin as he speaks. 

Before you could answer, his hips were stilling inside you, the base of his cock swelling as he pumped you full with his spend. It would have been painful if it didn’t trigger the release of oxytocin in your body, making you cum with him. Your legs start to give out, but his hold on you tightens as his spend continues to spill into you., the  His body shakes above you, chest heaving as tries to catch his breath.

The two of you take a moment to come down from your highs. The air around you feels electric as the two of you become one, his knot settling within your walls snuggly, the steady stream of Steve’s cum filling you to the brim until you couldn’t possibly take anymore. He rests his head over your scent gland, rubbing his face against it out of comfort while you still emit that sweet, sweet smell. 

Everything feels right in the moment, until it’s interrupted by a knock and an intruding aroma. To you, it smells like smokey wood and cinnamon, but to Steve, it’s a threat. The smell of another alpha trying to get near his omega and claim her over him. You can feel his body tense up, breathing picking up in a panic, lips pressing against the skin as his mind races.

“Steve?” You say his name meekly. There’s a short pause between you, a split second before you feel it, his teeth clamping down on your skin. It’s like every nerve in your body lights up all at once. The sensation is powerful it makes you cum again, clamping down on Steve’s still hard cock buried inside of you. The moan he lets out against you is pornographic, teeth still clinging to your skin tightly as his saliva mixes with your body’s natural scent.

“Hey, everything okay in there?” The muffled voice calls from the other side of the door.

“Get the fuck out of here, Eddie!” Steve yells out to the janitor, another alpha that you’d seen in passing, pinching your skin as he does his best to keep his teeth on you. It’s quiet for a moment, and you think that Eddie left until you hear a loud, booming laugh, and a faint “About damn time!” as the new smell starts to dissipate. 

Steven feels your body jolt slightly beneath him and refocuses his attention on you. You do it again with an audible snort. At first he thinks you might be crying, guilt creeping in as he’s realized what he’s done to you. But as you get louder, it’s clear that you are actually laughing. 

“Was tho funneh?” He asks, drooling down onto your back.

“I don’t know,” you say through fits of giggles. “I think I’m losing my mind.”

“Thounds like et,” he says, laughing along with you.

“Sorry, I just…wasn’t expecting any of this.” Your body shifts under him, growing uncomfortable in the position you were in. Steve senses this, releasing your skin and licking your wounds so that, with careful maneuvering, he’s able to get both of you comfortably on your sides. He wraps his arms and legs around you, holding you close to his strong chest, eyeing his handiwork of his mark as you rest your head on his arm.

“There’s nothing for you to apologize for,” he says softly, kissing the back of your head. “If anyone should be apologizing, it should be me. I took things too far…But if I’m going to be honest with you, I don’t regret it.”

It could be the residual high from your heat, or the change in your brain chemistry from his mark, or just the fact that you’ve been pushing down how much you really wanted this with him from the moment your hands touched when you both went for the same bagel at the first staff meeting over the summer, but you couldn’t deny that you didn’t regret it either. 

For so long you’ve been in denial, trying to ignore that he was the reason your suppressants stopped working because you wanted him so badly that your body was rejecting them when he was around. Denying how happy you get when he brings you coffee in the morning, or how much you look forward to when he sits with you during his lunch period to talk about whatever shenanigans his multitude of friends get into, or how the whole reason you started this heat was because he let you sit in the passenger seat of his BMW while he jumped your car after work on Tuesday, the inside smelling so overwhelmingly like him that you had to jump out and rush straight to your car before you ended up jumping him in the middle of the parking lot. 

“Steve?” You request his attention just above a whisper, breaking the silence between you. He hums quizzically, resting his cheek against yours. “Did you really need to grade papers this week, or have you been avoiding me this week because you knew I was going through a heat?”

His cheek vibrates against yours as he chuckles from his throat. “You’re so smart, you know that, right?” He kisses your cheek before settling back with his head on the pillow, forehead resting against the back of your head. 

As the two of you lay there you ask him a million questions, picking his brain to its fullest extent with this new closeness the two of you share. Really, you just like the sound of his voice, but he does say a few things here and there that make you belly laugh.

“Don’t do that,” he laughs along with you, “We’re never going to come undone if you keep squeezing me like that!”

“I can’t help it,” you wipe a tear from your eye, trying your hardest to suppress your giggles. 

Thirty minutes pass and Steve’s knot finally goes down enough that he can pull out of you. It feels like a part of you is missing now that he’s no longer occupying you after so long. Hot, sticky cum pours from you like a storm drain onto the sheet below. With a sigh, you make a mental note to add new sheets on your list of things to replace, right under a new box of bandaids.

Oh, shit. Steve’s arm.

As he starts to gather the discarded clothes on the floor, you see that that blood has dried up and mostly rubbed off after everything. After the two of you redress, you wearing Steve’s button up after he made your blouse no longer wearable, not that you were complaining as the need to nest was starting to kick in, you cared for his wound. Just a cut left behind that would be okay with a little disinfecting and a few steristrips. 

“You forgot the most important part,” he says with a shake of his head as you place the last strip on his arm. You tilt your head at him in confusion, a smile forming on his face as he looks at you with a sparkle in his eyes. “Aren’t you gonna kiss it better?”

#steve harrington #alpha!steve harrington #alpha!steve harrington x omega!reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fan fic #steve harrington stranger things #teacher!steve harrington #teacher!steve harrington x nurse!reader

[thornsnvultures]

18+ nsft breeding kink, plus size!fem!reader

teacher!steve finally getting off for summer break

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he's so excited to spend time with you, his pretty little wife.

or at least that's what he whispers in your ear when he sneaks up behind you that morning while you make breakfast. the eggs almost burn, you're too distracted from all the hot kisses he presses up and down your neck.

"got all summer to love on you. gonna take you to the beach, fuck, anywhere you can wear that new bikini. maybe around the house all summer."

you have to beat steve off of you with the spatula just so you can eat.

and you do spend a lot of time in that bikini. and a lot of time out of it. with steve's hands roaming your curves, every exposed inch that stayed hidden for those long winter months. not that you ever hid anything from him. but to see you laid bare for him at any time of day. it makes him a little crazy.

"steve, right there! fuck," you whine with your head thrown back. your fingers tug at his long, thick hair as his tongue delves deeper by the side of the backyard pool. steve pushes your legs up wider, higher, so he can bury his face in your cunt.

"that's it, baby. scream for me. let the neighbors know whose pussy this is."

two of his fingers scissor you open as he laps at your clit and you writhe on the tiled edge, giving in and screaming his name as you explode on his tongue.

"fuck, that's it, baby. c'mere," he pulls you up and into the pool with him, holding you in his arms as you sink down onto his cock. "not done with you yet."

summer thunderstorms are your favorite. curling up with steve as the rain pounds and lightning cracks across the sky. even when the power goes out you feel safe in this house in the arms of the man you love.

underneath him too, wrapped in darkness after the lights have gone out. steve holds your hands above your head as he sinks into your heat.

"look at me, baby. keep those pretty eyes open while I stuff you full of my cock."

your lashes flutter, straining against the need to keep them from rolling back. his fat cock fills you so good, so perfectly.

thunder booms as steve pounds you into the mattress. it's so close it shakes the house but all you can feel is steve. the thick hair on his chest brushes against your skin, tickling your nipples as he leans in to kiss you.

"gonna fill you up. fuck this load into you, stuff you full. that what you want, baby? want me to breed this little pussy?"

the soft way steve says such filthy things makes your brain melt, all you can do is whimper, nod, beg, plead, whine desperately for just that. for all of him.

steve mouths at your neck, presses kisses to your breasts as his thrusts grow frantic. slamming harder into you until he stills, grunting, his hips twitching with the force of his orgasm when he spills inside you. the gushing warmth pushes you over the edge and you cry out as steve drops his weight on you, still holding your hands.

steve watches intently when he pulls out of you later, watching his cum ooze out of your creamy cunt. he pushes it back in gently and you only stir a little in your sleep. the rain has stopped so steve opens a window, letting the cool night air blow in.

"my pretty little wife," he whispers fondly, smiling to himself and crawling back into bed with you.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x plus size!reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #teacher!steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #married!steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fan fiction #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington oneshot #my fics

[gloomysoup]

Rockstar angst or rockstar slice of life? 👀

okay i went with rockstar angst for this one bc the inspiration struck. this fic has been sitting in my drafts probably the longest out of anything else. it had a purpose in the beginning, but now it's more of a little side project i occasionally go back to in hopes i'll figure out where the story is meant to go. so far, no luck, but i still think about it fairly regularly.

-

The song came to an end, and the host’s voice faded back into Steve’s consciousness. “You've just heard ‘Morse Code’ from the latest Eddie Gray release, Upside Down. Now, I have been fortunate enough to get the man himself down here to discuss this latest album. How’s it goin’, man? Busy, I assume, with how hard we had to fight to get a slot in your schedule?”

That laugh echoed through the quiet classroom, shaking Steve to his core. It had been so long since he’d heard it. Part of him knew he should lean over and turn it off, change the station, something. He couldn't.

“Well, busy is certainly a word for it,” Eddie said, and Steve could hear the smile on his face. “After so many years in the industry, I've gotten used to it, but I will say this year has been more hectic than others.”

“It is your first release in a while. The last official album released in ‘99, right? apologies to the one i left behind?”

“Ah, yeah. That would be correct.”

“Even then, you didn't do much promotion with that one. Is there a reason that you may be able to share with us today?”

#gloomysoup #soup's wip weekend #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steddie fic #stranger things fic #steddie angst #rockstar!eddie munson #teacher!steve harrington

[ladydorian05]

A Home for Broken Hearts ~Masterpost~

Co-written with @made-ofmemories (she made the header!)

Big shout out to @firefly-party for the amazing art, Check her stuff out She has a lot of amazing Steddie fanart!

Rated: M

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Platonic stobin, Platonic Eddissy, Past Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Chrissy Cunningham, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Dustin Henderson, The Party, A bunch of oc background characters, Corroded Coffin, Gareth, Jeff, Unnamed Freak (I hope they give him a name next season), Nancy Wheeler, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Joyce Byers Tags: Teacher! Steve Harrington, Bartender! Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Based on the movie The Broken Hearts Gallery, Broken Hearts Gallery AU, Steddie Bigbang 2023 entry, Proof read by the authors, Steddie romcom style, fluff, Meet-cute

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, Weed mentioned/Implied consumption

Sumary:

Steve has never been the best at letting go, ever since he was a child with absent parents and a house void of any kind of personality he learned to hold onto any kind of memento he got his hands on. Reaching his twenties, a move to Chicago with his best friend Robin, a struggling career, and a string of failed relationships later and he still finds himself clinging to souvenirs from the past.

Things start to change when a drunken encounter leads to a chance meeting with Eddie, a bartender with dreams of opening his own bar. Together (with some assistance from Robin) they open the broken hearts gallery, a place for the broken-hearted citizens of Chicago to leave behind their baggage.

Inspired by ‘The Broken Hearts Gallery’ (knowledge of the movie not essential).

Read it on AO3 too

Chapters:

Chapter 1: A not so miserable night

Chapter 2: Of broken hearts and healing ideas

Chapter 3: First Donations

Chapter 4: A Walk Down Memory Lane

Chapter 5: Like Icarus, Steve is Falling

Chapter 6: In shades of grey with specks of light

Chapter 7: A Tragically single young man and his Wise sister

#steddiebigbang23 masterpost #a home for broken hearts #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #teacher!steve harrington #bartender!eddie munson #broken hearts gallery au #robin buckley #chrissy cunningham #nancy wheeler #max mayfield #dustin henderson #stranger things

[gay-little-bitch]

How about comedian!eddie and teacher!steve...? Eddie sees Steve in his little slutty polos and keeps making jokes abt fucking Steve in the back of his classroom. He keeps making Steve blush to the point where whenever Eddie is performing Steve gets tickets. Boyfriend-ism ensues. Also, what if one of Steve's students is in the crowd? That would fucking suck for both of them.

#steddie #steve harrington #bi steve harrington #eddie munson #gay eddie munson #babygirl steve harrington #teacher!steve harrington #comedian!eddie munsin

[steddieworldsblog]

This is about to become the best day of Emily’s life. The Nancy Wheeler, the most amazing investigative journalist in the world, is coming to speak at her school. It’s all she’s been able to think about for weeks. She’s kept a notebook on her at all times so she can write down another question she’d like to ask as soon as it pops in her head.

Today is finally the day she gets all her questions answered. She knows she won’t be able to ask all of them during the assembly but if she’s quick enough she might be able to catch Nancy before she leaves.

The assembly goes great. Emily gets to ask a few questions and writes down everything Nancy says. She’s even more amazing in person. But she still has more to ask. Before she knows it, the assembly’s over. She quickly gets her things together and is about to bolt out the door to try to catch Nancy when she hears someone call her name. She turns around to find Mr. Harrington looking at her.

“Sorry Mr. Harrington but I’m kinda in a rush.”

“I’m gonna need you to come with me for a minute.”

“But-“

“Just come with me, I promise it’ll be worth it.”

Emily huffs but follows him anyway. She doesn’t want to risk getting a detention, that’ll go on her permanent record and she can’t have that. She’s still upset though. She knows she’s talked about how excited she was to meet Nancy while in his class so why would he deprive her of the chance to meet her hero? She’s never had a problem with Mr. Harrington before, in fact he’s beloved by pretty much everyone in school, but right now she hates him more than she’s ever hated anything in her life.

He’s all smiles as he brings her to his classroom and tells her he wants to introduce her to someone. Emily rolls her eyes but follows him inside anyways. How can he be so happy when he took away the opportunity of a lifetime? She walks through the door and… there stands Nancy Wheeler herself, in all her glory.

Emily freezes up in shock. No, this can’t be happening. She can’t freeze up in front of her hero, she has to be professional. She turns to Mr. Harrington, who has walked in and has begun speaking.

“Nance, this is my student, Emily, the one I was talking to you about. She’s a big fan.”

Mr. Harrington has spoken to Nancy Wheeler about her?!?!

“Nice to meet you, Emily. I’m always happy to meet a fan, and Steve has told me a lot about you.”

Nancy Wheeler just spoke to her. NANCY WHEELER JUST SPOKE TO HER! NANCY WHEELER KNOWS WHO SHE IS!!! Okay, okay, stay calm. Say hello, shake her hand, ask the rest of your questions.

“H–hi.”

Ugh! Really? Okay, you can do this.

“Hello, it’s very nice to meet you. I have a few questions to ask, if you don’t mind.”

Nailed it!

“Of course. Why don’t we get started?”

Emily goes home that day with a huge smile on her face, all her questions answered, a picture with Nancy Wheeler, and the knowledge that her dorky teacher, Mr. Harrington, is good friends with her hero and can get her in touch any time she wants. Yeah, today has definitely been the best day of Emily’s life.

#steddie world #not really steddie but still fits in my world #teacher!steve #teacher!steve harrington #st steve harrington #st steve #steve harrington #steve stranger things #steve harrington stranger things #nancy wheeler #st nancy #st nancy wheeler #nancy stranger things #nancy wheeler stranger things

[1-800-munson]

Gym teacher!Steve crushing on the shy english teacher!reader !! And he has his students give her notes from him or chocolates during Valentines day!!

Am I already opening my google docs...maybe...

#steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #teacher!steve harrington

[delving-verilly]

Steve Harrington - Secondary Teacher

Not sure original sources, if you know, let me know and I can credit.

Imagine 40-year-old Steve Harrington as a Secondary Teacher - History. He survived having his heart broken, being beaten to a pulp by numerous factors/people, being drugged by Russians and journeys into the Upside Down, including being choked out and eaten alive by bats (of which he still bears the scars from).

A failed marriage with Nancy Wheeler after she discovered a relationship based on trauma with Jonathan was never a healthy core. Rather than clinging to the familiar, she decided she didn't love Steve and left him after years of marriage, moving to New York to have a new start, argued by Steve something she should have done rather than marry him.

He also survived a failed relationship with Eddie Munson (yeah, he survived, too), where they bonded through shared trauma. Never a healthy basis for a relationship. It resulted in a nipple piercing, a couple of small ink pieces, and another big dose of heartbreak.

He has come out the other side half-deaf with PTSD, TBI, ongoing headaches and scarring. He still has his bat, though. After years of therapy, he managed to get on top of it all. He embraced his health and swims regularly, trains in boxing (he got sick of having his arse handed to him), weights and regularly participates in tournament bowling with other teachers for fun. He also picked up the guitar with Eddie; arguably, his style is more subdued than Eddie's.

He now lives in Indianapolis, where most of the Hawkins folk were relocated to after Hawkins got locked down and closed off by the government under cover of a 'chemical spill'. Others moved far away. Steve's parents passed away, leaving him, as their only child, pretty much everything. So he invested most of it, bought a nice condo for himself and invested in the one next door where Robin lives. She also became a Teacher, so they still drive to school together. He figured somewhere along the line he was good with kids, and sure enough, he is. Brilliant.

You meet him at a conference in town around developing resilience in youth. He gets excited because you can talk about theory and practice with him and get as excited as he does about how complacent the system is about actively individualising learning compared to cookie cutter, where so many special needs kids are left out or behind or targeted. He takes you for a lunch date and is the consummate gentleman. If anything, you think he's not interested because of metaphorically how far back he stands. You realise there is baggage there, but you also realise he is actively working on bettering himself and growing from it, which is the most attractive thing to you.

The bond is formed slowly, bit by bit, across multiple 'lunch' dates and random walks along the water. Not through trauma like his other relationships, but through genuine care and shared interest. It both terrifies and exhilarates him, and eventually, he lets you in, and you witness the biggest unselfish heart you've ever known.

#Teacher!Steve Harrington #40+ Steve Harrington #Older Steve Harrington #Relationships built on trauma are toxic #Steve Harrington #Joe Keery

[thev01dd]

“Honey, I’m home!” Eddie announced after closing the door.

"Dinner is on the stove!" Steve said back, from the table where he was grading papers.

"Thanks, sweetheart." he said, giving Steve a quick peck as he passed by him to the kitchen.

After re-heating the food, Eddie sat at the table and ate as Steve huffed and read out loud the funniest or the dumbest answers his students wrote on the quiz, both causing Eddie to laugh, then Eddie told him how recording the new album at the studio was going and Steve hummed and asked more question about his band mates. Eddie finished his dinner, washed his dishes, sat back at the table and kept staring at his husband while he finished stacking the papers in a neat pile.

"What?" Steve asked when he noticed Eddie staring.

"I love you." he answered and Steve blushed. It was funny how those three words still made Steve blush and look all bashful like that when Eddie said them 'out of the blue' like this after all this time together.

"I love you too." he shyly said, Eddie got up before Steve could get out of his chair and stretched his hands to Steve, who took them without question.

Eddie pulled him up and put Steve's hands on his shoulders then circled Steve's waist with his arms, holding him close and starting to sway from side to side slightly, causing Steve to giggle.

"How did I get so lucky?" Eddie mused softly after some time of gentle swaying to a melody that seemed to play only in their heads.

"Well, I guess we're both lucky then." Steve said with a smile and a faint blush high on his cheeks.

ㅤ

Happy Valentine’s Day @savi-yoi​!!! (for Annie’s Nook Valentine’s Day Exchange) ㅤ ㅤ

© 3rd pic 2nd row by @to-bite-you-better au!moodboard (23/?)

#steddie #steddie drabble #steve harrington/eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson #steveddie #steve/eddie #steve x eddie #steddie moodboard #stranger things #au!moodboard #ANVD2023 #teacher!steve harrington #rockstar!eddie munson #teacher steve x rockstar eddie #you will forever be famous #i'm never satisfied how my moodboards end up looking #i'm gonna kms

[steveharringtonsstrugglemeals]

I’m 100% on board for all teacher!steve aus, but like. clearly he would be a home ec teacher. He teaches his kids the life skills that he had to figure out himself, makes sure that no uninvolved parents are gonna screw their kids over the way his did

#and he’d be a coach too of course #but would he coach basketball or swim? #I’m kinda leaning swim bc he doesn’t want to dive back into all the drama with the basketball team #but if you hc that he quit swimming after Barb died in his pool… #oh but the idea of Steve and Robin at basketball games together bc he’s the coach and she’s in charge of band is cute! #lbr tho obvs she’d be a language teacher #anyway disclaimer I never actually took a home economics class #stranger things #stranger things au #steve harrington #teacher!steve harrington #stranger things headcanons #idk how people tag in this fandom i'll figure it out #shsm writes

[velvetcloxds]

oh hell yes, i love these things sm

"I'm quite alright, Mr. Harrington," you smiled, shyly adjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder, hoping he didn't notice the shiver that ran through your body.

"Please, Y/n, it's freezing out there," he paused, already moving forward to open the door for you, smiling kindly as you tilted your head, considering the offer as another light breeze sifted through the air.

"You sure it's no bother?"

"A chance to get to spend some time with you?" he scoffed, offering his hand to take your bag. "It's no bother at all, sweetheart."

#teacher!steve harrington #teacher!reader #steve harrington #stranger things dialogues #monique's dialogue days #monique's event days #taja who introduced me to the loml

[gloomysoup]

thinking ab starting a tumblr-exclusive teacher!steve/rockstar!eddie au but it's mostly steve being incredibly vague and mysterious whenever anyone he works w (or students) ask ab his husband or his life outside of being a teacher

probably set in modern times w snippets of like eddie being on social media & interacting w fans

idk i had thoughts MONTHS ago but it's on my mind a lot again so maybe i'll do it

#none of steve's coworkers know eddie is famous (at first) #his students probably put it together themselves pretty fast idk #probably some angst but mostly fluff #domesticity at its finest #steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #robin buckley #the party #everyone makes appearances probably #rockstar!eddie munson #teacher!steve harrington #steddie headcanons #modern day social media au #sort of #idk how else to tag this but i need ppl to see it #bc apparently i seek validation from strangers

[ladydorian05]

A Home for Broken Hearts ~ Chapter 4

Co-written with the brilliant @made-ofmemories

I had a tough week, we had to put down one of our dogs on wednesday, so I really don't have any fun fact or interesting stuff to say about this one chapter other than we really liked it and had fun writing it.

Hope you guys enjoy it!

Masterpost

Ao3

Chapter 4: A Walk Down Memory Lane

The sound of the front door opening doesn’t alarm Steve, it’s a little early for Robin to be back, but it’s not unheard of for her to return to the apartment on her lunch break or for her to have forgotten something. 

What is unusual is the knock on his bedroom door. Robin never knocks, no matter how many times he threatens to put a lock on there they both know he’s bluffing. The door opens and Eddie pokes his head into the room when Steve takes too long to answer.

“What’re you doing here?” Steve asks in lieu of a greeting, “And how did you even get in?” 

“Robin called, said you might need some help with something,” Eddie steps further into the room and perches himself on the edge of the bed, careful not to disturb anything, “She also told me where you keep the spare key.”

“Of course she did.” Steve sighs. He doesn’t know what she’s up to but he’s seen enough of her meddling by now to know she’s up to something, “Sorry about the mess.” 

He’s more than a little self conscious of the state of his room. He usually likes to think of himself as a relatively tidy person, but he’s let things slip lately. The laundry he still hasn’t done is in a haphazard pile in the corner of the room and the mere thought of Eddie looking over there and seeing his dirty underwear has a blush creeping up the back of his neck. There’s an empty pizza box on the floor, and he’s currently sitting cross legged on his bed surrounded by his ‘ex memorabilia’ as Robin likes to call it. 

“I’ve seen worse. So- what’re we doing?” Eddie grabs a keychain from the pile of trinkets Steve has built around himself and turns it around between his fingers, it’s silver featuring the word ‘Indianapolis’ along the bottom and the skyline of the city. It’s from a 3 day trip he took last year with his girlfriend of 4 months, Phoebe. They broke up 2 weeks later.

“Robin thought it might be a good idea for me to donate some more of this stuff to the gallery.”

“Wait- this is all from past relationships?” Steve nods and Eddie lets out a low whistle in response, “Damn, you weren’t kidding when you said every relationship huh?”

“You don’t have to stay, I’m not sure why she called you. I was doing just fine on my own,” Steve insists.

It’s not that he really wants Eddie to leave. They’ve spent nearly every single day together for a little over a week now, he enjoys Eddie’s company, they’re friends or something close to that at least and it’s not like Eddie is unaware of Steve’s collecting. Still, there’s something about sharing this with him that makes Steve feel vulnerable in a way he’s not sure he’s ready for.

“Uh-huh,” Eddie mumbles, more of a noise than a word. He picks up the small cardboard box Steve has set aside in one hand, an old shoebox with the word ‘donations’ written on the side of it in big blocked out black letters and a trash bag in the other. They’re both empty and Eddie tilts the box towards Steve as if he may somehow be unaware of this, “Looks like it’s going great so far.”

“Alright, maybe I could use a little help,” Steve admits, a bashful grin tugging at his lips in response to Eddie’s self-satisfied smile. 

Eddie shrugs off his jacket, the same heavy leather piece he usually wears. The shirt beneath is cropped just above the navel. Tattoos in the same style as the ones decorating his arms wind their way up either side of his abdomen. The one on the left catches Steve’s attention the most, a large portrait of some kind of humanoid monster that disappears beneath the hemline of the shirt. Eddie stretches and the shirt rides up to reveal the base of his ribs allowing Steve to catch a glimpse of the monster's mouth, made up of petals each coated with several rows of pointed teeth.

He knows he’s gawking, but he can’t help himself and his eyes drift higher. His breath catches in his throat when he sees the outline of metal bars, one pierced through each nipple, visible through the thin fabric that’s clinging tightly to Eddie’s pecs. He forces himself to look away before he does something embarrassing, like start drooling, or worse. 

“Awesome, so I gotta ask,” Eddie says, clearly unaware of Steve’s struggle as he casually sets the keyring he had been fidgeting with aside and holds up a single shoelace from the pile instead, “What’s the story behind this one?”

“Wallace the manwhore, as Robin used to call him.” Steve laughs and both Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up towards his hairline, his face the picture of amusement, “We used to play basketball together in senior year. He was the first guy I got with after I figured out I was bi. We dated for a little while, I thought we were exclusive, until I found out he was sleeping with a bunch of other guys the entire time. That shoelace is from one of the shoes he wore when our team won their first tournament.”

“That’s a lot to unpack, damn. Are all your exes assholes?” Eddie is clearly having fun with this, Steve wouldn’t have taken him as one to enjoy gossip. 

Steve thinks about the question for a moment, one name springs to mind and he smiles fondly at the memory, “Not all of them.”

“I didn’t know you played basketball.”

“Yup, sorry to disappoint, but I’m just your stereotypical meathead jock.” 

“I think there’s more to you than that.” He’s suddenly serious and looking at Steve with an intensity that makes him squirm, “So, What do you say?” He asks, switching back to that jovial tone with ease as he holds up the grubby old shoelace, “Ready to let go of Wallace the manwhore?”

Steve lets out a deep breath. He’s never been good at this part, but Wallace is a good place to start, “Put it in the box.”

It gets easier after that. Eddie helps, he asks questions about everything, gets Steve talking, makes him laugh. There’s something about sharing the stories that makes the letting go part seem a lot less daunting. The box and the bag start to fill quicker than Steve expected.

Eddie is no longer sitting on the bed and is instead pacing around the room taking in the cluttered shelves, occasionally he’ll drift back over to the bed to grab something from the much depleted pile.  He seems genuinely unphased by the mess and it eases Steve’s initial self consciousness. 

If there’s one thing Steve has learnt about Eddie this past week it’s his complete inability to stay still for longer than a few minutes. If he’s not on his feet he’s fidgeting with something, twirling a ring around his finger, tapping at a table top, or bouncing his leg along to an imaginary beat.

“Who are the little hobbits?” Eddie plucks a picture frame from one of the shelves and turns it towards Steve so he can see. 

It’s a photograph of Steve surrounded by Max, Lucas, Erica, Will, Mike, El and Dustin. Lucas has his hand thrown up behind Steve’s head giving him bunny ears while Erica does the same to her brother, Dustin has one arm wrapped around him in a half hug so strong Steve still remembers the pain in his ribs, Mike has his arms crossed mid eye roll, and Will, Max, and El are leaning in with wide smiles just looking happy to be there. It’s chaotic and a little blurry because no one would stay still long enough for Robin to snap a decent photograph, but it’s still Steve’s most prized possession. 

The photo was taken back in Indiana before the kids turned 18 and everyone went their separate ways, scattered across the country. They stay in touch, and he couldn’t be prouder of them all out there in their dream colleges making something of themselves. Still, every now and then he finds himself missing his babysitter Steve days. 

“The kids.” He smiles, but Eddie just looks more confused than before, “I was kind of their babysitter? One of them practically adopted me as his older brother and I soon found out they came as a package deal.” 

He laughs remembering the day he helped Dustin fix his bike in the middle of the street, he hadn’t known what he was letting himself in for at the time. A couple of weeks later and he’d found himself the unofficial babysitter of 7 unruly middle schoolers.

“I looked out for them, kept them out of trouble… for the most part. Actually thinking back on it I did a pretty terrible job of keeping them out of trouble, I usually just ended up getting dragged into it too. I guess I just- I don’t know, felt responsible for them.”

“I get it.” Eddie nods and sets the frame back into its place gently, “I got held back a lot at school, repeated senior year twice, so I was the oldest in my class most of the time and I guess that made me feel like I had to be responsible for everyone.”

“Like Chrissy?” Steve asks without thinking then instantly regrets it when he realizes he’s probably overstepping.

“Exactly,” Eddie confirms, unbothered, “We had this whole band of misfits, we called it Hellfire club. It started as a DnD club but it ended up being more than that and now I’m naming my bar after it. It’s actually how I met my band mates.”

“That’s… actually really sweet,” Steve says, trying not to get all soppy on him.

“I know right? Don’t tell anyone or you’re going to ruin my reputation,” Eddie jokes, speaking in a hushed conspiratorial tone.

“My lips are sealed.”

Eddie smiles at him and Steve looks away bashfully. It’s just a smile but something about it feels too intimate, as if he’s just trusted Steve with some life altering secret.

The moment passes and Steve turns his attention back to the task at hand. Eddie has drifted back over to the bed and is hovering at the side, picking through what’s left of Steve’s ex mementos. Apparently he’s done with the tour of Steve’s room he had taken himself on. Not that Steve had minded, it was kind of endearing how genuinely interested he had seemed in everything.

“Alright, what’s the story behind this?” Eddie asks. Steve looks up from the box of donations to see what Eddie has now. It’s a napkin from a restaurant that no longer exists with a number scratched into it with a blue pen.

“Linda, we were 19. We only went on one date, it didn’t work out,” Steve tells him, “It can go.”

Another item added to the bag and only a few more trinkets left, two of which are from the same relationship, Steve adds them both to the box without thinking about it. 

“Hey, how come you get to learn all about my failed love life but I know nothing about yours?”

“I’m married, his name is Elijah, and we have 3 adopted children,” Eddie says without a hint of sarcasm. Steve’s jaw drops. Eddie looks up, sees his expression then bursts into laughter, “I’m kidding, what do you want to know?” He drops down onto the bed, sitting cross legged opposite Steve. He’s so close that their knees bump.

“I don’t know.” Steve shrugs, “Tell me about your last relationship?”

“Met him at a gig, I broke up with him a month later.”

“Why?”

“He wasn’t the one.”

“The one?” There’s a mixture of disbelief and teasing coloring his voice, “I knew you were a secret romantic!”

“Alright, that’s enough of story time.” Eddie rolls his eyes and leans over to shove at his shoulder playfully when Steve gives him a goofy smile, “Hey, what’s this?”

For a moment Steve thinks Eddie has spotted the pair of glasses neatly folded on his bedside table. People usually seem surprised when they find out he needs glasses, not that he wears them nearly as often as he should. Then he remembers what he had left out next to them. 

“Nothing.”

Eddie, unconvinced, is shuffling up the bed and leaning over Steve to grab the little velvet box he’s got his sights set on from the nightstand. His stomach flips, filling with butterflies, and it’s not from the sensation of Eddie’s chest brushing against his. He really shouldn’t have left that out, not that he’d been expecting the company. 

“Is this a ring?” Eddie lifts it up to his ear shaking it then frowning at the noise it makes, “Did you propose to someone?” He gasps.

“No and no, can you just-” He makes to grab for it but it’s too late Eddie has already opened it and the silver chain is dangling from his fingers, the heart shaped pendant hangs heavy between them until Eddie grabs it to read the name inscribed into the metal. 

“Nancy? Who-”

“No one,” Steve says way too quickly for Eddie to ever believe that’s true, “That’s different,” He adds, more collected when he takes the necklace from Eddie and places it back into its box. 

There’s a beat of awkward silence that can’t last more than a few seconds but feels like a lifetime whilst Steve shoves the box into the nearest drawer.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to overstep, I thought it was just more ex memorabilia,” 

It is, but Steve’s not sure how to explain that right now, nor is he ready to share that particular story. So, he says nothing. It’s not lying if Eddie makes the assumption all by himself, right? Steve just… didn’t correct him.

“I didn’t mean to intrude,” Eddie continues when Steve doesn’t say anything. Steve feels like he should be the one apologizing when he sees those big brown puppy eyes looking up at him. 

“Don’t worry about it, you couldn’t have known.” Steve swings his legs over the side of the bed so he’s side by side with Eddie and bumps their shoulders together, “Besides, I think we did pretty good.” He shakes the box full of trinkets with a smile. Eddie smiles back at him and the tension dissipates just as quickly as it had formed.

It’s mid afternoon by the time they get to Hellfire with Steve’s new donations. Steve convinces Eddie to walk with him ‘to save gas’, though the real reason is so he doesn’t have to experience the heart palpitations that come from even the mere thought of Eddie driving  whether it’s as a passenger or just a spectator. Robin may constantly remind him that he drives like a grandpa, but he quite enjoys getting to his destination in one piece and without any frayed nerves, thank you very much. 

The air outside is sticky with heat, the initial cloud that had blanketed the sky earlier has parted making room for the early summer sun to shine. Eddie walks with his jacket slung over his arm and Steve stops to pull off his sweater a minute or two into the short walk to Hellfire, glad he’d chosen to wear a tee beneath it today. He thinks he catches Eddie’s eyes lingering on the slither of skin that is exposed along his midriff when the sweater rucks up the fabric of his t-shirt, but his eyes dart away just as quickly and Steve puts it down to his overactive imagination. 

“We got two more donations this morning,” Chrissy says as she passes by them at the doorway, paintbrush in hand. She’s always busy, always finding work to be done, “another shoe and a rubber duck. I already added them to the inventory list.”

“What is with the people of Chicago and collecting their exes shoes?” Eddie’s face is scrunched in confusion. He has a point, they have gotten an unusual amount of shoes.

“How come you haven’t donated anything yet?” Steve queries, beginning to unpack his little shoe box full of mementos. Eddie helps once he realizes what he’s doing.

“I told you, I don’t keep stuff from my relationships. I don’t have anything to donate.”

Steve doesn’t believe that for a second, but he lets it go for now, in part because Chrissy is back minus a paint brush but with Robin by her side and they’re both digging through his box of donations alongside Eddie.

“When did you get here?” Steve looks at Robin as if she’s grown an extra head. She’s not meant to be here.

“10 minutes ago, I had a half day at work.”

“It’s kind of sweet that you’ve kept some of this stuff for so long.” Chrissy says to him, her thumb gliding across a desk calendar from at least 5 years ago.

“Thank you!” Steve exclaims with a gesture and facial expression that says ‘see, she gets it’, Eddie shakes his head at them, “Now could you please tell that to Robin?”

Robin rolls her eyes so hard Steve thinks she must be able to see her brain.

“On second thought.” Chrissy grimaces, a toothbrush lifted from the box gripped gingerly between two fingers, “What the hell Steve?”

“See what I have to put up with now? I have to live with this.” Robin sighs as if she’s carrying the heaviest of burdens, but they both know she’d be lost without him.

“That is a precious heirloom,” He assures Chrissy, opting to ignore Robin entirely. He’s aiming for serious but amusement seeps into his voice despite his efforts, “From Oliver. I told you about him, right?” He asks Eddie.

“Is that the one you kept the letter from?”

“Yeah that’s the one,” Steve confirms, “He moved to Canada for a job, we tried the long distance thing, it didn’t work out,” He adds for Chrissy's benefit.

“Still gross.” She sets the toothbrush aside and starts digging through the rest of his collection, the keyring Eddie had picked up earlier, a rubix cube, a button, “Why did you keep his toothbrush if you had a letter?”

“Maybe he has a tooth fetish, Chrissy. Don’t kink shame.” Eddie doesn’t look up from his current task of organizing everything into neat little piles. It’s not going well, he keeps getting distracted by each object he pulls out of the box despite having seen them all less than half an hour ago in Steve’s room.

Robin laughs so hard she snorts.

“I don’t think that’s a thing,” Steve splutters, not as smooth as he’d been hoping for. Going by the expression on Eddie’s face when he finally looks at him Steve would say he’s enjoying this far too much.

“Leave him alone, Eds.” Chrissy flicks Eddie’s head. Steve doubts he even felt it under that mane of his, but he gives her an over dramatic open mouthed expression looking affronted as if she’s just slapped him. She laughs at his antics then collects herself before turning back to Steve, “Ignore him, why did you really keep it?”

“I… I don’t really know,” Steve says honestly, he rarely has a reason behind his choices he just keeps whatever feels right even if that does happen to be a lightly used toothbrush.

“Why do you keep any of this stuff?” Eddie asks, there’s no judgment in his voice, just genuine curiosity. Honestly, Steve had been expecting this one, he’s actually surprised it didn’t come sooner, “I’d understand it better if you kept stuff from relationships that felt really special, but… all of them? Do you really want to remember them all?”

Steve shakes his head, no, “We didn’t really have many knick knacks around the house when I was a kid, I guess this is my way of making up for it.” It’s half a truth, enough for them to drop the issue for now.

“This isn’t a knick knack, this is active trash,” Robin is holding a ball of scrunched up paper and frowning at it as if it’s about to open up and reveal to her the secrets of the universe.

“Shut up,” Steve is smiling when he bats it out of her hand and watches it roll to the floor between Chrissy and Eddie’s feet. He isn’t sure how that one escaped the trash bag and wound up in the box.

It’s a delicate balance finding suitable places for each item, somewhere that they won’t be disrupted by the ongoing construction work or damaged by a careless visitor. A task made even more difficult by the fact that the gallery gains popularity daily and the collection at Hellfire continues to grow. Some might call it cluttered, but Steve likes it. Each piece has a story from the single stiletto heel by the door to the row of lipsticks placed on the shelf behind the bar. 

He never expected this level of popularity when he and Robin had been picking out logos over apple pie. The two of them had discussed making it a real exhibition a night or two ago over a shared meal, a conversation that had started jokingly and slowly grown more serious as more and more people donated things.

A real display to tell people’s stories rather than the mismatch of objects dotted around wherever there’s space. It was little more than a pipe dream, they’d have to get actual funding and they couldn’t run the whole thing from Eddie’s bar forever or the, slowly filling, tip jar. Still, it was nice to dream every now and then.

<Chapter 3 ~ Masterpost ~ Chapter 5>

#steddiebigbang2023 #a home for broken hearts #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #teacher!steve harrington #bartender!eddie munson #the broken hearts gallery #broken hearts gallery au #stranger things

[fifthnailinstevesbat]

thinking about married teacher steve and rockstar eddie.

steve’s students like to poke fun at him for “not being cool” or “trying to be cool”, and steve just feeds into it and plays up his cluelessness to modern things and what’s “hip” nowadays. he always just tells them they have no idea, and they’re gonna eat their words one day when they see how cool he really is, but all the kids just laugh and think he’s being sarcastic.

one day a group in his class is talking about the popular rock music star eddie munson, about his music and how much they love him, and steve joins in, asking them about eddie and what kind of music he makes and so on. he says something like “oh yeah, i think i know munson. yeah he’s cool, makes good stuff” and the kids are like “as if you know eddie munson, mr h, there is no way”. steve just chuckles and says “if you say so”

meanwhile eddie EATS EACH STORY UP when steve comes home with a something new to tell him all about what his kids were saying to him today

honourable mention but eddie also is WEAK for steve’s teacher outfits, the button ups, the vests, when he wears a tie WITH his glasses consider eddie a dead man.

on the last day of class for the year steve has given his class almost a free period of sorts to just chat and muck about being that it’s so close to vacation and all, and ofc the topic of steve’s uncoolness comes up again, and he’s just all laughs and smiles not even trying to fight back while they poke harmless fun at him, just looking smug as shit knowing these kids are in for a treat.

the bell goes and they all start to pack up their things to leave, and steve calls out to get their attention, remember the homework, stay safe, have a good break and all that, but THEN who else walks through the classroom door but eddie. munson. heading straight towards steve telling him “hey babe, ready to go?”

“yep, just let me grab my stuff” steve says back, and the class is stunned silent. eddie walks over to steve’s desk and puts a hand on his back as steve is leaning over it putting books and pages into his bag, “you guys are all free to go” he looks up to the class, smug as ever.

as he and eddie head towards the door, steve stops and turns around back to his class one last time, whisper shouting over his shoulder “who’s cool now?”

eddie is laughing infront of him as they walk out together, listening to the classroom they’d just left erupt into chaos.

#eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #rockstar!eddie munson #rockstar!eddie #teacher!steve #teacher steve harrington #rockstar eddie munson #steddie au #steddie headcanon #steddie fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things season 4

[harringtonisms]

steve telling his students (teacher!steve, so true) about his super sweet and caring husband and they all think it's just some average, boring dude. and they find out that the guy who irons mr. harrington's clothes every morning and adopted 3 kittens so the siblings wouldn't be separated, is a rock musician, with tattoos all over his arms and is wearing a shirt that says sum shit like "the devil was an angel too" when he comes in for career day.

alternatively, eddie telling his bandmates about how super cool and tough his husband is & then one day some guy in a baby blue polo and pressed slacks shows up before their show to give eddie a specific pick and a kiss on the cheek and eddies band mates are like..........that's him? that's the guy who bit the head off a bat and hit billy hargrove with his car?

(edit: read steve's version here!)

#i know people talked ab this before but #i just think it's super funny #and i had to expand on it a bit😭 #also let's pretend homiphobia doesnt exist and no one cares that mr. harrington has a husband😁 #teacher!steve #<- who's with me! #steddie #st #100 #1k #plu #10k #oc