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strangersatellites · 1 year

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somebody somewhere shared my fic I've got this burning desire to set you on fire recently and the kudos on it jumped so fast!! so I wrote part two as a treat!! thanks to whoever that was lmao

this can be read as a standalone or as a companion ficlet to the original fic linked above!

Steve’s students sit with rapt attention under the dimmed lights and Eddie’s theatrical storytelling. While Eddie sits in Steve’s desk chair, his arms gesticulate wildly with a flair like no other. Steve props against the arm of his chair and drags his hand softly up and down Eddie’s back while he lets himself fall into the memory.

Last October

Corroded Coffin’s show at The Venue at Fourth and West is the biggest they’ve played yet.

Seven thousand people and Steve and Robin, as always, take their rightful place on the front and center barricade.

Eddie’s on stage, adrenaline pumping and energy high as they play through their last song before the encore.

From his vantage point he’s got a perfect view of Steve singing his heart out and dancing with Robin, wearing a smile so bright it puts the spotlights to shame.

If Eddie’s heart wasn’t already pounding at the sight it would be as he holds out the last chord of the final song on their set.

As the noise in the room swells with the crowd’s cheers and applause, the lights dim and Eddie sees the other three guys slip off stage.

Steeling himself with a deep breath, Eddie meets the stagehand to his left and switches his Warlock for an acoustic.

Where he stood centerstage previously, there now sits a stool and a mic stand. He makes himself comfortable, sat far back with one foot anchored to the ground and the other braced on the stool’s cross-rod.

A single spotlight beams down directly on him as he leans over to speak into his mic.

“Alright, alright. I’ve got one last song for you today and it’s pretty special. Now I’m saying this once and I don’t want to hear shit about it again, got it? I do not care if you do not like this song because it's not for any of you motherfuckers!”

Laughter ripples through the crowd and a few people in the audience yell back.

Eddie scans his eyes across the crowd and they land on his boy once more. He can only imagine his smile mirrors the one he sees on Steve’s face.

“Hey baby,” he starts and lets out a breathy laugh when Steve rolls his eyes and hides his face in his hands. “Don’t hide sunshine, I’ve got a song for you.” He snaps and waves at the security guards and waves them Steve’s way. “Come on up Stevie, you know the drill.”

Know the drill he does. While Steve hops the barricade and is led to the stage, Eddie addresses the crowd once more.

“Like I said, this song is not for any of you so I do not want to hear shit from any of you, okay?” He sets to loosening the strap on his guitar when Steve makes it to center stage with him.

Just out of earshot of the mic Steve props his hands on his hips and grins. Asks, “Okay, what’re we doing this time?”

Eddie smirks and holds his guitar out to his right and pats the front of the stool for Steve to sit.

Steve snorts as he makes his way over. “If you think my ass is going to fit there you’ve got another thing coming.”

Eddie barks out a laugh and shifts further onto his stool as Steve sits, his back pressed tight to Eddie’s chest. He smacks a kiss to Steve’s cheek and waggles his eyebrows.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time!”

He swings his guitar back over his own shoulder and across Steve’s chest, hooks his chin over his shoulder and adjusts his grip.

Steve giggles down at the action and his eyebrows shoot up to his hairline.

“How many times did you make Gareth practice this with you?” He laughs.

“Too fucking many!” Gareth yells from his place in the wings.

Eddie shushes them both and kicks his mic stand a little closer as he starts to strum. He leans in close to Steve’s ear and whispers “Love you Stevie,” before he starts humming into the mic.

Realistically he knows he has approximately seven seconds before Steve catches on. He savors the brief moments where Steve just smiles and sways along.

At second six the recognition flutters across his features and he snaps his head towards Eddie.

“Is this fucking Taylor Swift?”

Eddie laughs and says “Eddie’s Version.”.

Steve laughs and rubs a hand down his face. Eddie hears a muffled “Oh my god” just before he begins to sing.

Hey Stephen, I know looks can be deceiving

But I know I saw a light in you

And as we walked we would talk

And I didn't say half the things I wanted to

Robin, god love her, Eddie sees has taken her role in this whole shenanigan very seriously. Having rounded up every photographer and videographer right up in front of center stage. Her own smile is barely contained where she covers her mouth with her hands.

Of all the guys tossing rocks at your window

I'll be the one waiting there even when it's cold

Hey Stephen, boy, you might have me believing

I don't always have to be alone

Just before he makes it to the chorus Steve’s laughter has calmed down and he’s left with a pleased smile as he sways to the music braced against Eddie’s chest.

Cause I can't help it if you look like an angel

Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain, so

Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you

Can't help it if there's no one else

Mmm, I can't help myself

He swings his guitar up and over Steve’s head and tugs him back onto the stool as he steps off. Steve looks at him with a confused smile but he doesn't go too far. He props a foot up on the cross-rod and leans in close when he starts again.

Hey Stephen, I've been holding back this feeling

So I've got some things to say to you

I've seen it all, so I thought

But I never seen nobody shine the way you do

He spins around with a flourish and props on Steve’s other side and flutters his eyelashes to make Steve laugh again.

The way you walk, way you talk, way you say my name

It's beautiful, wonderful, don't you ever change

Hey Stephen, why are people always leaving?

I think you and I should stay the same

Before the second chorus he breaks out of his Steve induced trance and looks back to the crowd and laughs when he’s met with a sea of flashlight beams swaying back and forth. When he looks back at his boy he finds him giggling with a look of awe on his face.

'Cause I can't help it if you look like an angel

Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain, so

Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you

Can't help it if there's no one else

Mmm, I can't help myself

He leans in close and says “Alright we’re gonna switch it up here Stevie, you ready?”

Steve smiles as bright as the sun. “For anything.”

Eddie takes his guitar off and hands it off to someone, he doesn’t know who to be honest. Doesn’t really care.

Gareth and Jeff take up playing the song while Eddie takes the mic off its stand.

They're dimming the stage lights

You're perfect for me

Why aren't you here tonight?

I'm waiting alone now

So come on and come out

And pull me near

And shine, shine, shine

The boys keep playing as Eddie’s heart threatens to beat out of his chest. He looks at Steve one more time, sees him smiling and happy.

He reaches a hand into his back pocket and feels the box he’d snuck in when he switched guitars.

Takes a deep breath and drops down to one knee.

If he could hear over the blood in his ears he’d hear the crowd go crazy and the incessant sound of camera shutters.

But as it is he swears he can hear Steve’s sharp intake of breath when he realizes what’s happening.

Hey Stephen, I could give you fifty reasons

Why I should be the one you choose

All those other girls, well, they're beautiful

But would they sing this song for you?

Steve’s got his hand covering his mouth and tears in his eyes and he’s nodding. He’s nodding even though Eddie hasn’t asked yet and he loves Steve so much.

I can't help it if you look like an angel

Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain, so

Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you

Can't help it if there's no one else

Mmm, I can't help myself

He doesn’t even get to finish the rest of the lyrics because Steve is up and off the stool and has both hands pressed to his cheeks dragging him into a fierce kiss before he can even think.

Eddie’s smiling and laughing so much that it's all teeth. But he’s so happy it's all teeth, it's all love, it's all Steve.

His arms are around Steve’s waist and the mic is somewhere, he doesn’t know or care.

“Stevie, baby. Baby I haven’t asked,” he laughs onto Steve’s lips.

Steve wraps his arms around his neck and buries his face in his shoulder.

“Yes. A hundred times yes. Don’t care. Yes!”

Eddie pulls Steve to face him with two hands on either side of his face, one still holding the box.

“Stevie, will you marry me?”

Steve's laugh resembles a sob but he’s smiling and nodding again and Eddie’s never been happier.

“Yes.”

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“You proposed with a Taylor Swift song?!” The curly-headed kid in the front row screeches.

Eddie uses his context clues to assume this is Dustin.

Steve pipes up from his spot beside him. “He used to sing me that song when we were dating and it always made me laugh. I especially liked it when he would sing it in a Metallica shirt.”

Several of the other kids snort.

The door swings open in a flourish and Robin comes barreling in.

“Dude, are you holding your kids hostage? What’s goin– Oh hey Eds!” She waves.

“Hey Birdie.”

Steve looks at his watch and swears under his breath. “Alright guys, who’s going to Miss Buckley’s class next? Get out of here. I’ll sort the rest of you out.”

Eddie waves him off. “Don’t worry about it Stevie. I told Ms. Loretta in the office to let Nance and Jon know they’d be late to next period.”

Steve scoffs in shock. “Loretta likes you too much. I don’t know how you got in her good graces. Why would you do that though?”

“Well I thought your kiddos,” he gives the students a pointed glance,” would have figured me out by now and I wanted to bug them about their super cool, hot teacher.”

Steve claps his hands together in exasperation. “Okay, that’s enough. Everybody out!”

Students zip up their bags and filter out of the room and Robin knocks them on the back of the head as they walk out the door.

Steve shoves at Eddie’s shoulders. “You too! Go talk to Ms. Loretta, I have assignments to grade!”

Eddie laughs and ambles towards the door. He stops in the door frame and looks back at Steve who has his hands on his hips behind his desk. He wolf whistles and smiles back at him.

“See you at home big boy,” he winks.

“Out!”

#teacher steve #rockstar eddie #steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #gin writes #shot of gin #fic tag:#burning desire #the fluffier version of #The Concert Scene #not proofing this right now #come get y'all juice #author is not a swiftie #lmaoooo

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harringroveera · 1 year

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AU where the age gap between the older teens are way bigger and Steve’s a twenty something kindergarten teacher and he has to call little 5 years old Max’s parents because she keeps making the boys in class cry (The Party). Turns out Max’s only legal guardian is Billy, her hot older (also twenty something) brother, and Steve’s absolutely head over heels for him whenever Billy grins and flirt with him.

And from then on Billy would always come in the school to pick up Max and see Steve in his cute kindergarten teacher clothes with an apron full of handprints of little kids.

Somehow Max gets even into more troubles and Steve has to call Billy to school to talk to him over and over at least every week, to the point they end up fucking in Steve’s classroom one time.

In the end it’s revealed that Billy lets Max eat ice creams whenever she gets Billy to come talk to the “hot” teacher at her kindergarten.

#harringrove #harringrove au #i just thought of this it’d be cute okay we all know max’s a lil troublemaker as a kid like billy #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove x steve harrington #billy x steve #billy hargrove headcanon #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove au #harringrove headcanon #harringrove imagine #harringrove fic #teacher steve #harringrovera

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livingdeadvoid · 1 year

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Musician!Eddie and Teacher!Steve breathes life into my corpse

Eddie would go on like tours and every year Steve would take like a week off to go on tour with him. So each year he has to explain to his new students about his husband and what he does. And some of his students (mostly the emo ones) recognize the name immediately and start freaking out because hey, my teacher is married to Eddie freaking Munson?? It's really funny to Eddie and Steve gets annoyed whenever people ask him if they can meet his husband.

I also love the idea that Steve has taught both little kids and teenagers. He is currently teaching 10th grade math because I said so.

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scoops-stevie-archive · 1 year

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famous rockstar eddie, normie teacher steve, and their kid who dreams of being on broadway

#mine #steddie #steddie dads #rockstar eddie #teacher steve

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vexed-n-hexed · 2 years

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Modern AU where Eddie is a professional fighter, like mma or ufc or something. Maybe a mean dom, too.

I can just see him all smiley, bouncing around on light feet before a match, maybe dancing. But then it’s like a switch flips, and he’s deadly and calculated and merciless with his opponents.

And Steve knows nothing about this sport/community, but he’s really into seeing Eddie fight. Like a total fucking simp for it.

But also — Eddie brings him to a training day at his gym and they spar, and he teaches Steve about the sport, and Steve really sees the depth of why Eddie does this. Also maybe they roll around on some mats.

And for fun, let’s make Steve like a middle school teacher, or a librarian. OH dear lord Eddie showing up at the library to pick up Steve. His hair up, arms tatted & on display, a black crewneck tee with the sleeves cut off so you can see his armpit hair & ribs, his big gym duffle over his shoulder. Just casually so hot.

Do fighters braid their hair before a match?? Because imagine that for a minute. 2 French braids for an official fight, a messy bun when he’s practicing at the gym.

Oof, maybe Eddie is taking some night classes at the community college & Steve is an adjunct instructor. What a juicy little meet cute, I’d eat that shit up.

Honestly, Professional Fighter Eddie sounds so fucking hot jesuschrist. I would die to read this on ao3. Please anyone add ur ideas because this is going to be on my mind for weeks.

#honestly put Eddie in any hot masculine job and I will simp #Steddie #steve harrington #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #fighter Eddie #teacher Steve

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cherrydreamer · 1 year

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Been thinking about Teacher!Steve in the 90s who confiscates an annoyingly beepy Tamagotchi from one of his kids, and is very serious when he reminds them of the rule- Not to be returned until home time. No exceptions.

Only for the kid to give him the biggest puppy-dog eyes ever, and say, "Please, Mr. Harrington, you can't let him die! Please!"

And, yeah OK, Steve's not exactly a hardass- no matter what his teacher stare might have you believe- and this kid really does seem worried. So Steve promises that he'll do his best and, after a quick tutorial from a whole gaggle of eager middle schoolers, Steve finds himself settling down on his lunch break and ignoring his marking to take care of this odd little egg instead.

And you know he gets attached. It's just a dumb little game really, but Steve is oddly charmed by it and, true to his word, he keeps that bunch of pixels alive and happy until he can be reunited with his relieved owner at the end of the day.

And if Steve just so happens to pass a toy shop on the way home? And pick up a little annoyingly beepy egg of his very own? Well he's a grown-ass adult and he can do what the hell he likes with his money, thank you very much!*

*That's his exact reply to Billy when their post-dinner couch cuddle is disturbed by a shrill beep, and Billy's eyebrows practically disappear into his curls when he spots the new addition to their household.

#harringrove #ish #it's always gonna be harringrove with me XD #teacher steve #i remember one of my teachers doing this. i think i was in Y3?#Miss McBride! She confiscated it and then spent the whole lesson being amused by it #although it wasn't a proper Tamagotchi it was a cheap one from Blackpool...#aah memories #billy pulls a face when he sees the poop on screen

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smokingthemoutbasement · 2 years

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Okay. Working on a fic for the pairing. Its alpha Eddie and omega Steve. Eddie is a Rockstar and Steve is a teacher. Steve is visiting Nancy in Boston and they go to a nightclub. There Steve meets Eddie and they hook up. Couple months later Steve gets sick and he finds out he's pregnant. He tells Robin Eddie's name since that's all he knows about the alpha he hooked up. Robin breaks the news on who Eddie is and thus chaos happens.

So good idea or nah??

#steddie #alpha eddie munson #omega steve harrington #mpreg #rockstar eddie #teacher steve #have most of this outlined #let me know what you think

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resident-gay-bitch · 5 months

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“Hmm.” Steve murmured. “ I think making a songwriter fall in love with me was an amazing life choice. I happen to quite like being serenaded, you know?”

- Sunshine Smile - by me, jay :)

#sunshine smile #sunflower sweaters #steddie #jay writes #teacher steve #rockstar eddie #famous au #slowburn #missed opportunity au

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idiotcurls · 9 months

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IMAGINE THIS!

In my Rockstar AU, Eddie isn't the suave, cat like, sexy, wild man, he usually is portrayed like in ffs.. He's at the beginning of his career and quite awkward, afraid no one will turn up to see their small venue gigs. Don't get me wrong, he is still very good at what he is doing. He puts his heart and soul into his songs, he has a presence on stage. People who come to his gigs are swept off their feet. Eddie does not see that yet. He walks up and down the backstage area, before he goes on stage, hoping he won't mess up the new riff he wrote the day before.

Eddie ADORES Steve because he seems to have is life in order. Going to school, working as a student teacher, he is doing something good for the world, teaching the kids, while he sees himself as an idiot with a guitar, who does fuck all. In the beginning Steve also thinks Eddie is just an idiot with a guitar. But listening to him play live, he is fucking moved by his music. One of the acustic tracks made him tear up a little. But he is not ready to admit that to his face.

#steddie #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #rockstar au #musician eddie #teacher steve

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steddie-fanfic-recs · 8 months

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Sometimes Goodbye is a Second Chance

by LexiRoseWrites

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Character: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Steve Harrington, Alpha Eddie Munson, Past Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, Divorce, Mating Bites, Mating Bond, Tattoo Artist Eddie Munson, Teacher Steve Harrington, Scarification, Hurt/Comfort, Pain, Falling In Love, Older Steve Harrington, Younger Eddie Munson, Age Difference, Knotting, Intersex Omegas, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Gentle Sex, Alpha Nancy Wheeler, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Oneshot, Breeding Kink, Mpreg, Hurt Steve Harrington, Whump, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Bottom Steve Harrington, Service Top Eddie Munson, Pillow Princess Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington-centric, Self-Esteem Issues, Chubby Steve Harrington, Angst with a Happy Ending, Unhealthy Relationships, not between eddie and steve though, Body Worship, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Feminization, Praise Kink, Dacryphilia, Weight Gain Words: 14,510 Chapters: 1/1

Summary

“What’s the name, sweetheart?” He ignores the butterflies in his stomach at that. His alpha doesn’t call him nice pet names anymore, so it’s hard not to get flustered about hearing it from a young, attractive guy. “I’m- I’m not sure. It’s probably under Nancy or Steve Wheeler?” The man skims the book before looking up, his smile dropping into an awkward grimace. He clears his throat before lowering his voice. “Steve Harrington?” His chest gets tight. Nancy wastes no time moving on without him. He nods, swallowing down the pain. This is not the place for a breakdown. He has the rest of his life to grieve. It’s only day two. —————— Steve goes into Hellfire Ink for one reason and one reason only: to have his mating bond broken. Meeting the owner, who specializes in this taboo service, is the silver lining to being blindsided at the sudden and devastating end of his twelve year marriage to Nancy. It only takes a handful of painful scarification sessions for them to redefine their expectations of love.

#steddie #steddie fic rec #oneshot #part of a series #10-25k #au omegaverse #omega steve #alpha eddie #tattoo artist eddie #teacher steve #hurt/comfort #au modern #au no upside down #angst with a happy ending #angst #fluff

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strangersatellites · 1 year

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mmmmmmmmmm posting this snippet in hopes it motivates me to write more on this. only time will tell

**edit- this fic is now on my ao3!🥳

#and if i said this is teacher steve au?#teacher steve #rockstar eddie munson #eddie is FOUL #in the very best way #robin is there #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #gin writes #fic tag:#burning desire

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autizmoeddiemunson · 1 year

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Sweetheart

Diabetic teacher Steve & teacher Billy

Being a teacher was time consuming to say the least. Getting time alone during the day was a rare occurrence for him between classes and tutoring students during his off period and the students eating in his classroom during lunch. It was no secret that he was one of the more popular teachers.

What was a secret though, was why he always seemed to have his biceps covered. No matter the weather, he always made a clear effort to keep his upper arms hidden. That raised the question among his students: ‘what was Mr. Harrington hiding?’.

-•-•-•-

“How many times do I have to tell you two? Quit talking!” He typically didn’t mind his students whispering to each other during class but he’d been irritable the whole class period. “Now, I’ve noticed many of you are struggling with imagery in your essays. The key to effective imagery is good vocabulary…” He trailed off a bit as he spoke, feeling sick.

“Um… go ahead and note imagery in your independent reading books.” He said as he sat down at his desk. The behavior change was noticed by the class but with how on edge he’d been, everyone decided to keep their mouths shut.

Steve broke his ‘no phones’ policy, using it to check his CGM: continuous glucose monitor. “Fuck.” He muttered, unfortunately loud enough to earn snickers from a few students near his desk. His blood sugar level was only 57 mg/dl, AKA, too low.

He opened up his snack drawer… empty. “Crap… this is fine, everything’s fine.” He whispered to himself. Lunch was in an hour, he could wait til then. He sipped his water, hoping it would help soothe his nausea. He rested his head on his desk, hoping his students wouldn’t notice how sick he looked.

15 minutes had gone by and he felt like he was spinning. He looked up, visibly pale & disoriented, as he heard a knock and the classroom door opening. The students looked worried as they eyed their haggard teacher and the stranger approaching him. They began quietly speaking amongst themselves, unsure of what was going on.

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Being a middleschool art teacher was a more relaxed job than Billy expected. He gave a lesson at the beginning of class then gave his students the rest of the time to work. After those first 30 minutes of class, he mostly just watched the class and pretended not to find humor in the many penises the hoard of pre-teens created.

He was talking to a student about an art contest she had entered when an alarm went off on his phone. He interrupted himself and rushed to his desk to check his husband’s blood sugar.

Billy went to get a teacher to cover his class while he rushed to the highschool. He grabbed the emergency bag from his car and ran over. He knew Steve had a habit of neglecting himself but he still expected Steve to take care of it after the first two alerts. Now though, it was his time to take over.

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“Bills? What’re you doing here?” Steve asked. “You cant keep doing this to yourself, sweetheart.” Billy stated, coming around the desk and kneeling in front of him. The brunette’s cheeks flushed a bit as he realized all eyes in the room were on them.

“Im fine, babe.” Steve weakly protested as Billy took a case out of the desk and unzipped it. “I’m not gonna let you have a seizure in front of a bunch of teenagers just because you’re stubborn.” He said as he pricked the other man’s finger and squeezed the blood onto the test strip.

Steve was embarrassed and he wanted to be upset with Billy for double checking his blood sugar in front of his class but he knew he was right. He tried to hide his face a bit, he hated when people saw him while managing his diabetes. Even after over a decade with it, he’s still just as shy about it now as he was as a kid.

His thoughts were interrupted by Billy handing him a bottle of apple juice & bag of pretzels, it was small but should get his blood sugar up enough so he doesn’t die while waiting for his lunch break. He finished the carbs and decided to introduce the living spectacle that was lingering in the room, waiting so they could get lunch together.

“Class… this is my husband Bi- Mr. Hargrove. He’s a teacher at the middle school and he’s gonna be staying the rest of the period.” He managed to resist the urge to call Billy by his first name and then gave him the floor.

Billy was slightly panicked as the rooms attention turned to him. He wasn’t good with teenagers, that’s the main reason he didn’t become a highscool teacher. “Uh, hi! I’m Billy- or Mr. Hargrove- either one’s fine. I’m an art teacher at the middle school right across the street.”

He paused for a moment and leaned back over to Steve. “Is it ok if I explain it to them?” He asked in a hushed voice. Once he got permission, he faced the class again. “Basically, Mr. Harrington’s body can’t regulate its blood sugar so sometimes it’ll get really low and he can pass out or have seizures or die, or it can get really high and stuff can build up in his blood and he can go into a coma or die.”

He started explaining the different types of diabetes while Steve kept an eye on his blood sugar, eating carbs accordingly. Honestly, he thinks its a bit cute: all the stuff Billy’s learned just to help take care of him. It would’ve been so easy for Billy to just leave him to deal with it alone but he didn’t.

He watched billy dreamily, a fond smile crept onto his face as he started tuning back in to the conversation. At some point, Billy’s rambling turned from diabetes to a debate with a student about basketball. He loves watching those blonde curls bounce as he gets more animated when he talks about things he’s passionate about.

Billy finished his debate and came back over to check Steve again. “You feeling better, sweetheart?” He asked as he checked the monitor again. A smile growing on his face as he saw it was a somewhat normal amount again. He pressed a gentle kiss to his husbands forehead as the bell rang.

#steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things fic #diabetic steve hatrington #billy hargrove #billy x steve #harringrove #diabetic!steve #teacher steve #stranger things drabble

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a-bi-disaster · 2 years

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My favorite Steddie tropes

(Why the fuck a 3-month-old ship has enough tropes for me to rank them again?)

Future!AU. Best be about 10 years after they finally defeated Vecna, all the kids are already graduated and have jobs scattering around America. Steve would always be the last one to leave Hawkins behind. I always imagine Steve would be some kind of teacher, just working with kids in general. Maybe he would go to community college and work his way up to his master in education and then find a job teaching elementary students. Maybe he would be a basketball coach for school. Eddie might be whisked away by the government. And he would totally be something like a rock star or a writer, and a famous one at that. His imagination, theatrical tendencies topple up with what he actually went through is the combo for something so beautiful and captivating. I even have a list of what I think all the kids would do once they actually grow up...

Disaster bi! Steve and Confident gay! Eddie. Do I even have to SAY ANYTHING ELSE? I should just write “Canon Steddie” instead lmao. A plus if Eddie is a soft dom and do a whole Power Point introduction to BDSM for Steve.

Time loop trope. (Is this a trope? It should be. Everyone should be writing Steve going through a time loop hundreds of time to try and save his family)

Dustin finds out Steve and Eddie are dating by accident. Imagining seeing your parents bang it out, I’m not even gonna blame Dustin if he become homophobic after this.

Eddie just keeps running away (figuratively and literally) and Steve just keeps chasing him.

OMG THEY ARE RIVAL CAMP COUNSELORS

Steve, by some magic (mostly his blinding love for that one metalhead), agreed to play DnD. He and Eddie flirt through their characters the whole night. The kids hate it.

They both get nightmares and seek each other out.

Highschool AU, they met/fucked/dated/became friends before the events in Season 4 happened.

Vampire!Eddie and Werewolf!Steve. Sorry not sorry.

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r-o0 · 2 years

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Ok so this idea is based off of my teacher who keeps a baseball bat in his classroom in case there's an intruder. Steve is a teacher and he has his nail bat locked in a closet but no one knows its in there, so everyone's like "mr Harrington whats in the closet" and he won't tell anyone. But, one day he forgets something at home and Eddie has to bring it to him. Well Eddie, being a complete and total menace, tries to like, scare Steve by rattling the door handle or something and banging on the classroom door, so Steve tells the students to all hide in a corner or something and he goes to get the bat from his closet and the kids are all confused as to why the hell its in there and why he didnt tell anyone. Then, Steve slowly opens the door and is ready to swing when Eddie's like "WHOA ITS JUST ME YOU FORGOT YOUR LUNCH AT HOME" or something like that, and then Steve's like "oh, thank you" and he introduces Eddie to the class, takes his lunch, kisses Eddie goodbye, and when he locks the bat back in the closet all of the kids are just sitting there like "what the actual hell"

Ok bye

#steddie #kinda #teacher steve harrington #eddie munson is a menace #teacher steve #eddie x steve #stranger things

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aliea82 · 10 months

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Unfinished

He paused. He didn’t know why, but he did, something telling him to turn even though his heart was pounding, and his hands were shaking so bad he had to turn. So, he did, only to find Eddie stood by the sofa, head downcast, eyes closed, his free hand fisting the back of the sofa cushion.

“Why are you staying here?” He saw Eddie jump slightly, obviously not expecting Steve to still be so close, his fist tightened on the sofa again, and when he looked up, he looked angry.

“What is it to you, Harrington?” Steve took a step back. He knew that tone, that was full-on angry Eddie, and he had only been privy to it once.

“I just… sorry, it's none of my business. I’ll see myself out.”

Before he reached the door, a hand grabbed his arm, turning him and pushing him against the nearest wall. Blindsided was an understatement to how he felt when Eddie loomed over him, despite Steve being taller, because he was not expecting it.

Holding his breath, he went still as Eddie placed his hands either side of Steve’s head and leant forward till his forehead pressed against Steve’s. At the sudden contact and proximity, Steve felt his skin ignite, his eyes fluttering close as he bit back a gasp.

Eight years vanished in an instant, he dropped his bag, his hands finding slim hips covered in what he discovered was a silk shirt, while Eddie moved a hand to the side of Steve’s face.

“I promised myself once that if I ever saw you again, I would just walk away, that I wouldn’t let you do anything to get under my skin again, that I would just ignore you and leave.”

“Eds- “

“Shut the fuck up.” The command was hissed, and Steve shut his mouth, his heart pounding so hard he was surprised it had not ripped out his chest.

“Do you have any idea how hard you are to get over? Do you have a single clue as to how hard it was for me not to come crawling back? And then you come here of your own free will, to a place you said you hated. Why Steve? Why the fuck are you here?”

Eddie’s eyes were so dark when he finally looked at Steve, his hand hot against Steve’s face, his body having moved closer, pressing against Steve in a way only a lover should, and it was surprising to Steve that he hadn’t passed out from the intensity of the situation.

“I...” Eddie chose that moment to brush his lips softly at the corner of Steve’s mouth. “Fuck.”

“Answer the question, Steve: why are you here?”

“I needed to be.”

“Why?” Eddie asked, his lips now at Steve’s jaw.

“I... I don’t know. Fuck, Eddie, stop.”

“Why?” Eddie moved up to his ear speaking directly into it. “tell me Steve, do you still like to be tied up? Do you still like to be fucked so hard you cannot sit for a week? Do you still like to have your control taken away so completely you are left vulnerable and bare for all to see?”

“Oh God.” Steve’s legs gave out, but Eddie caught him, his arms wrapping around him, holding him up against the wall.

“Ah, I see.” Eddie smiled before he pressed forward and kissed Steve so intently, Steve was sure he would have lost his legs again if Eddie had not already been holding him up. Steve kissed him back, his hands going from hips to hair, his fingers delving into curls they had missed so much it was painful.

However, before he could really settle into the kiss, Eddie pulled away completely, leaving Steve cold and wobbling on his feet. He watched as Eddie returned to sofa falling onto it without looking at him.

“Like you said, see yourself out, Harrington.”

Steve felt like he had been hit, the breath knocked from him at the blatant dismissal. Pushing away from the wall, he ran to the front door, pulling it open and letting it slam close behind him as he stumbled to his car.

Find the full story over on my AO3 page, link below.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42428037

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