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Steve Harrington hadn’t talked to his dad in a year.
The last thing the two of them had talked had been after the earthquakes, across the room in the den; his dad barely stepped through the front entryway, and Steve’s back pressed against the back door. The house was messy but still standing, unlike Steve, who was broken and barely keeping himself upright. The only thing Richard Harrington had said to Steve was,
“I think it’s time to move on.” Which was his way of telling Steve they were selling the house and he should figure out his own arrangements. Steve hadn’t cared, though. Didn’t even look at him as he spoke. Instead, he stared at the cracks in the ceiling and wondered if it was some kind of metaphor.
He tried not to think too deeply about it.
It had been a year since then. There had been time to move on, as his dad said. There was no more Upside Down. There was no more worrying about the next move. Max and Eddie were healed. Everyone was back in Hawkins. Robin and Steve lived in a little house on Fifth while Robin took community courses. Eddie practically lived there, too, with the strange friendship bond that had grown between the three of them.
Eddie had argued once it was because their couch was comfier than his bed, but Steve liked to think it was because Eddie wanted to be close to them. To be close to him. Sometimes Steve thought about letting him stay in his bed together.
Time had not moved to that yet.
Everything seemed good. Despite Steve’s resentment towards Richard, and his reluctance to admit the man was right, sometimes it was good to let things go, break apart and move on. Though Steve was sure, this wasn’t exactly what Harrington Sr. meant.
Steve hadn’t talked to his father in over a year. And he didn’t really miss him. Sure, there were moments that passed when Steve would yearn for the small happy moments between them. Secret smiles at baseball games, lunch at his office, and him cheering Steve on at the one swim championship he managed to show up to.
But it always got mixed in with bigger, badder moments. Being left alone for months on end. The belittling. The missed graduation. The yelling. The slurs when he grew his hair out too long. The cold way he said to Steve,
“I think it’s time to move on.”
Like he had been breaking up with a high school sweetheart before leaving for college.
So Steve didn’t miss the man, not really. But in moments like these, in the back of the Byers-Hopper’s backyard at the Father’s Day BBQ, where all party members and parents alike gathered, Steve couldn’t help but ache.
Steve ached for something better than Richard Harrington.
It wasn’t because of parents who stuck around that made Steve’s stomach churn in jealousy, but the ones who decided to show up. It was the way Wayne threw his arm around Eddie’s shoulder and the cheers their beers to something probably ridiculous. The way Steve knew that man would crawl to the ends of the earth for someone who wasn’t technically his, but was nothing short of a son.
It was the way El and Hop manned the grill together. Him laughing at something El said, probably something ridiculous, and her smile back that could light up the sun. The way Steve knew that El wasn’t a replacement for the things Hop had lost, but instead an addition to his life he would choose over and over again.
Steve ached to be loved and care for because someone wanted to. Not because of obligation or by accident. Steve wanted to loved deliberately.
Steve sipped his beer instead of bringing down the celebration with his thoughts. Eddie caught Steve’s eye across the yard and gave him a megawatt smile. Steve couldn’t help but smile shyly back.
“Hey, Steve.” A shy voice said beside him, startling him out of his thoughts. Steve turned to find Dustin standing beside him, nearly up to his nose now with his recent growth spurt. Steve couldn’t help but miss when he was small and could throw him over his shoulder.
Steve was a little surprised to find him there. Dustin wasn’t one to speak small or shy. He liked to make his presence known (much like the lovable metal head he was staring down earlier).
“Hey bud, what’s up?”
Dustin looked around the two of them before answering. Everyone else was with their dads, or talking to one of the party members. Even Robin managed to wrangle her dad and Mr. Sinclair into a conversation about WWII. Dustin looked a little relieved everyone was doing their own thing.
“Okay so you know how like, everyone is celebrating their dad today? And mine isn’t here?”
Steve felt his stomach drop. Somehow in the midst of his self-pitying, he had forgotten that Dustin’s dad wasn’t around either. Didn’t even stick around long enough for his first words. “Yea, dude, I’m sorry this must suck for you.”
Dustin looked nervous. He shifted on his feet back and forth, as if he was trying to find a rhythm to calm himself down. “Yea, so that’s what I actually came over to talk to you about.”
“Yea, Dustin. Im here if you need to talk.”
Dustin seemed to finally be at ease and rolled his eyes at Steve. “No, asshole, I don’t need to talk. I haven’t thought about the dick in years, if I’m honest. I just, it’s something else. And you don’t get to be weird about it.”
“I’m confused.”
“That sounds about right.”
“Hey!” Steve laughed despite his protest. A year ago, stuff like that hurt Steve’s feelings. But now Steve knew it was all in good fun, that Dustin was kind of dick to everyone. And he knew that the joke wasn’t about his intelligence. It hadn’t been a long time, since Steve threatened to push him out of a moving vehicle last time. Steve was pretty sure it had to do with a particular conversation involving his feelings for more than women.
Only Dustin and Robin knew. She was overly supportive, and Dustin instantly made a joke. Both made Steve supported and safe.
The dumbasses.
“Not my fault this happens to you often.”
“Is there a point being made or are you here to just be a dick?” Steve questioned, laughing behind the lip of his beer.
Dustin fidgeted again before pulling something out his back pocket. “Just—promise not to laugh.”
Steve crossed his heart with a giggle before he took a folded white piece of paper out of Dustin’s hands.
Suddenly, Steve’s face got serious as he saw what was on the front.
A poorly drawn Steve with a nail baseball bat, with the title “Happy Father’s Day”.
Steve swallowed thickly before placing his beer on the ground and opening the card. There in Dustin’s chicken scratch, was a message.
Dear Steve,
Don’t be weird about this. Okay here it goes.
My dad wasn’t around a lot, big whoop. Big surprise. I honestly don’t care anymore. Don’t give me a look.
I honestly didn’t think I would really care about any of the dad stuff, didn’t feel like I was really missing out. My mom and her annoying love for cats has always been more than enough. But as time went by sometimes I thought maybe I would be better, I would be different if I had a dad. I see it with the rest of the party, how willingly or unwillingly they all reflect their dads. And how I don’t.
Sometimes I don’t feel like my whole self because if it. Thought maybe I would never really be a whole me because of it. That maybe the world was better off anyway because I know I am a lot.
But then I met you asshole.
I didn’t think I would like you, and more importantly I didn’t think you would like me. But suddenly we are battling worlds together, and you’re hanging out with me even outside the end of days, and I have a new best friend.
If I’m being honest I do see you more as a brother. Someone I look up to. But the more I think about it (again don’t be weird), I do see you as a dad some days. Although the hands on hips do scream mother hen, you’ve been a dad to me in the ways the asswipe who made someone as amazing as me hasn’t been.
You are brave, and funny and despite popular belief you are kind. One of the kindest people I know. You make me feel safe and loved, and give me rides despite me never giving you gas money. Some days I look in the mirror and see parts of you in me, and I feel proud.
Some days I look at you and hope that I can see the braveness and kindness in myself too. I don’t yet, but you make it feel possible.
I don’t need a sperm donor (thank you Robin for that one), I have the world’s okayest dad right here.
Love you brother, friend, dad.
Happy Father’s Day, from your fellow nerd,
Dustin <3
Steve was crying. He knew that. He knew he promised not to make it weird, but Steve couldn’t help it. The little shit got him right in the heart.
He couldn’t be blamed for scooping up Dustin in a hug. “I love you too, Dusty Buns.”
Dustin squeezed Steve tight, “You don’t get to call me that.” He grumbled, but Steve could feel his tshirt getting wet.
“As your father it is my right to get to call you embarrassing nick names.” Steve squeezed Dustin even tighter.
Dustin just laughed and pushed him away jokingly. They both wiped their eyes, but the smiles on their faces remained.
Steve thought about Richard at that moment again, about how he ached for someone to care. And maybe Steve would never get it, but he could be that someone for someone else. He could give that care, Dustin.
The little shit.
“Thank you Dustin.”
Dustin shook his head, his crooked smile remained. “Nah man, thank you.”
They both just stared at each other in comfortable silence before they were interrupted by a barking force.
“What are you two saps talking about?” Eddie slung his arms around the both of them, mouth spread wide in a grin. But then he noticed the tear tracks, and suddenly his face dropped.
Eddie took Steve’s face in his hands, “What’s wrong? What happened?”
Steve shook his head fondly, “Nothing—“ He started, preparing to wave it off. But then Steve realized he couldn’t lie to Eddie. “—nothing bad. Happy tears. I promise.”
Eddie looked at Steve for a moment before nodding, giving his face a tight squeeze, and then dropping his hands. “Okay, Stevie, as long as their happy tears.”
“What am I? Chopped liver?” Dusting grumbled.
“Aweee Dusty, I could never forget you!!” Eddie threw himself at Dustin in a horrible attempt at a hug.
Dustin just pushed him off before rolling his eyes. Steve swore they were gonna get stuck one day.
“Whatever, man. Just make sure that you treat my dad right, or I’m going to have to make some tough calls.” Dustin stared down Eddie seriously before laughing evilly and walking away.
Steve wanted to freeze at Dustin’s implication, but Eddie looked adorably confused, so Steve didn’t feel too bad.
“What’s that supposed to mean? Is this new? Him just getting protective about this without explaining?” Eddie asked Steve.
“Don’t worry about it.” Steve looked down at the card again wistfully, before glancing back up at Eddie. Steve took one of Eddie’s hands and started to play with his rings. A blush bloomed across Eddie’s cheeks; Steve wanted to kiss him. Instead, he just said,
“Just think he’s trying to be a little like his dad.”
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Dad’s are complicated, and family isn’t always blood. I hope you enjoyed my little Father’s Day contribution. I do headcannon Hopper as Steve’s father figure/replacement, and usually write it that way but this seemed like a fun opportunity to show how Steve is his own father figure for others.
He is a good egg.
Now with Father’s Day over, my birthday is in two weeks which is making me feel all sorts of things. So I’m distracting myself with steddie. Either way expect a lot of writing and updates soon.
#Steve Harrington and Dustin Henderson friendship#steddie#just boys and gals and their replacement fathers#they all deserve a little love and a little reminder of it#give Steve Harrington the support from the party he deserves!#Steve Harrington#dustin henderson#eddie munson#bisexual steve harrington#gay eddie munson#happy fathers day#stranger things#my writing#hurt/comfort#but mostly comfort#long fic#ficlet#the party
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Is it chill that you're in my head ('cause I know that it's delicate)
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Steve Harrington has a lot to be thankful for, and he owes his friends almost everything he is at the age of nineteen. He has learnt about humility, self-criticism, tolerance and kindness. He's the best version of himself so far. He has rebuilt himself a few times now thanks to his friends, and there's nothing he can do to express his gratitude but to be as attentive as humanly possible. He doesn't wait for Dustin to ask him to take him to whatever nerdy camp he's going that summer when he's offering to take him across the state; he doesn't expect Lucas to give him a ticket for his next game because he's already bought one; he's front row at any gig of Robin's band; he's at The Hideout on Tuesdays to see Eddie; he shows up to Max's almost daily to help her with her recovery exercises; he offers his place to whatever event, doesn't matter if it's a Hellfire occasional session or Erica's unicorn theme birthday party. It. Doesn't. Matter. Whatever they want, if it's in Steve's power, he'll provide.
And he's happy. He's content with that.
Glad to be of service.
It doesn't really sting that Dustin does not hug him after leaving for three full weeks, or that he doesn't send the postcard he said he'd send. Steve's sure he must have been really busy.
If Lucas glances at him after the game and waves, but doesn't stop to say hello, it's okay. He's been that age, he wants to be with his friends to celebrate.
If after every band concert Robin has this chance to go with Vickie and the others (but especially Vickie) to have a milkshake, he's not going to be upset because good for her. You rock, Robin. She'll tell him all about it later, probably.
If Eddie's bandmates don't like Steve enough to actually spend more than half a beer with him after every concert until Steve makes up an excuse to flee, I mean, maybe he was a jerk to them back in high school. He doesn't remember them, though, but he didn't remember Robin either, so.
If Max only grunts and gets half mad at Steve for forcing her to do her recovery exercises, that's fine, because she's been through so much, she deserves to be cranky. It's not personal.
And if it is not personal the kids not thanking him after the rides, or the parties, or the Hellfire sessions at Steve's (to which he had bought snacks and soft drinks), it makes no sense for Steve to be a little bit hurt. It is not personal, it is not intentional, and Steve owes them so much. They deserve to be spoilt.
It is okay.
It really is.
So, when after one of Eddie's concerts, the metalhead offers Steve to bail and go somewhere else, it's new. Yeah, Steve can do new.
"Are your bandmates going to join us?" Steve asks, beer can in hand, sitting on a bench.
"Nah, I doubt so. We kinda, uh, had a disagreement."
"Yeah? What happened?" Steve jumped in helpful mode way too quickly.
"They were being assholes."
Steve looked away. "Is that so? Were they mean to you?"
"Nop. They were mean to you. So I told them to go fuck themselves."
Steve froze. "You didn't have to do that. I know they don't like me, it's okay. They're not exactly subtle."
"Yeah, Gareth's a bitch when he wants to. And that is, uh, most of the time. And yes, I did have to do that. You've been real supportive showing up to every gig, y'know? I appreciate that. And stayin' after."
And there it was. Steve gulped and the hidden smile faltered when he felt the heavy knot in his throat.
"And so, I realized that we don't spend enough time together. I know it's not ideal I got this conclusion because my friends are absolute jerks, but, yeah. Let's do whatever you want, Steve."
Whatever he wanted?
"Whatever I want?" What the fuck.
"Yeah. What do you do? I mean, apart from being a good friend and stroll around being painfully handsome and shit, what do you do? Do you play a ball game? Read books? Chess? Bowling? If it's any sports, please, remember I wear leather, and I have a reputation to—Steve? You okay, man?"
Steve was far from okay. Steve was listening to Eddie rambling about possible hobbies and Steve was sitting there noticing he almost answered the first question with "I drive the kids around." He was realizing at that moment that he couldn't recall when it was the last time he did something for him. And what was it? He used to have hobbies, didn't he?
He loved swimming, but he hasn't swum in ages. He had intended to take Lucas to play basketball some other time, but Lucas wasn't available. He—well, he liked movies. But he was easygoing, and Robin usually told him that he had to educate him, so he hasn't picked a movie to watch in a very long time.
And those thoughts must have been leaked through Steve's expression, because Eddie was now in front of him looking at him directly.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm—I'm fine. It's just—"
The knot in his throat made it difficult to talk. He was faltering.
"To be fair, I don't have any hobbies."
"Uh-huh."
"I really don't." Steve looked at Eddie, who was gazing back at him with a deeply dramatic expression of incredulity.
"So, you're telling me that all you do is be a good friend and be handsome. I don't buy it."
Steve laughed a bit, and the knot seemed to ease a little, but now his hands were slightly shaking.
"I mean, I used to have hobbies when I was a kid, but not anymore."
"Why?"
"What do you mean 'why'? I'm an adult now, I don't have time!"
"I'm an adult now. I'm literally older than you and I run a D&D club and play in a metal band."
"Well, maybe you organize your schedule better, I don't know."
"Ok, let's say it's a matter of organization. What would you like to do?"
"Are you serious right now?"
"Yes!"
"Come on—"
"Steve—"
"I don't know! I don't know, okay? I have no clue what I'm into, I—I can't really—I'm just—it's fine if we do whatever you want, Eddie, really."
It wasn't fine. There were a few seconds of silence, but they fell after that in an easy conversation about music, and then they talked about the brats, and then they took another beer. It wasn't bad or awkward, Eddie had the superpower of making interesting any place he was in, but Steve felt uneasy after that conversation.
When he came back home at almost two in the morning, he realized that he didn't know basic stuff about himself, such as what he did like. He didn't recognise himself in the mirror. He got lost somewhere in rebuilding himself; he couldn't even remember who he was, beyond the lingering feeling of shame of his past self.
He cried himself to sleep.
Eddie started showing up unannounced, and Steve found himself enjoying his company. Eddie suggested different shit to do every day. "Let's go to the movies, you pick", "hey, some friends play tonight at a pub, it's not metal, I swear", "I brought these board games, maybe you like them", "wanna go play pool?", and stuff like that. Steve agreed easily to anything Eddie proposed.
He liked Eddie before, but after Steve realized that Eddie was actively trying to find whatever Steve loved, a warm swarm of butterflies settled in Steve's stomach with no intention to leave. It's not like Steve hasn't questioned his sexuality before, especially after knowing Robin's, but this new dynamic with Eddie made it really easy for him to acknowledge that he wasn't fully straight. Eddie made him feel warm, and safe, and cradled, every single time. And that was also absolutely frightening.
That day, Eddie had suggested staying home and baking a chocolate cake. It was the first time Steve actually asked if it was okay to leave the TV on, he wanted to watch the basketball game. While baking, Steve cheerfully told Eddie about the rules, and the strategies, and the teams, and that this was a final. Eddie actively listened, asking for some demonstrations of some things Steve explained, like a dunk, and Steve would use some dough and Eddie's arms in a circle position to actually demonstrate. The kitchen was so messy, it never stood a chance, but Eddie had never seen Steve laugh so freely, so sincerely.
The cake was in the oven, the kitchen smelled so good, and Steve and Eddie were cleaning the absolute disaster they've made. Steve's cheeks were a little pink.
"I'm gonna remember this", Eddie said.
"Hm?"
"This, as in baking and basketball. We should do it again."
Steve bit his smile, and focused on cleaning the countertop. The butterflies in his stomach were rioting.
"There's a game every week, you know."
"It works for me."
The week went agonizingly slow until the next game night. He had considered telling Robin about his feelings, but he wanted to keep it in a little bit longer, a little bit before speaking it out and it becoming real. A thing to deal with.
Just one more date.
The knock in Steve's front door stirred up the butterflies. Eddie was here already, it was game night.
When Steve opened the door there was not only Eddie, but the whole gang.
"Steve! We're baking carrot cake and cheesecake today!" Dustin shouted, lifting a bag with groceries. The kids said hi coming into Steve's house. Some went to the kitchen, some others were looking for the game on the TV. Still in the front door, Eddie smiled at Steve.
"What's going on?"
"See, I was hanging out with the gremlins at Hellfire a few nights ago and I might have told them you were into game night and baking, and they all wanted to come."
Steve was speechless.
"But why?"
Eddie grinned, full heartedly.
"I have the impression that the brats want to be part of your life, too. I might even dare to say they—we love you, Steve", Eddie's voice was low, and his gaze was fully pinned to Steve's eyes.
Steve smiled, shaky.
"Really?"
"Yeah, really," Eddie said.
There were a few seconds of silence, leaning faces, full of smiles and flustered cheeks.
"Come on, Stevie. The game is starting and there are unsupervised kids in a room where they can easily make a fire," Eddie said, closing the door, and taking Steve by the hand towards the kitchen.
Oh, butterflies, have mercy on him.
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For the longest time, Billy doesn't get why Steve keeps in contact with his parents when Billy was able to live his life without ever talking to his dad after moving out. He's tried exactly two times to see if they could repair their relationship and it's only reinforced that he wants nothing to do with his father. But Steve? He goes to his parent's parties and lets them show him off like some kind of rare dog breed. They call and he comes to stiff, hostiles family dinners and then home again to Billy, exhausted and sad.
Until one day Billy tries to convince him that he doesn't need to do this, that if they make him miserable and he doesn't have to bend over backwards for a scrap of affection and Steve looks at him with heartbreaking, genuine confusion and says "But I owe it to them. It's the least I can do to lay them back. For, y'know. Raising me. And the other stuff."
Steve had tears in his eyes when he closed the apartment door, and Billy knew it was a fucking bad one.
Dinner with the Harringtons was never a fun thing for Steve, but sometimes it was awkward and dull. And sometimes, sometimes it was downright hurtful.
He sat down on the couch next to Billy, curling so his head was on Billy’s lap.
“Baby, please. Next time they call, don’t go. You don't have to go."
Steve sighed, and Billy ran a hand through his hair, stiff with hairspray and neatly styled. So unlike the messy way he's been wearing it for the year they've lived together.
It was nice seeing Steve letting go. Not keeping up with the routines and expectations that were hoisted on him when he was young in a small town, with too-rich parents and too-little self-esteem.
"Bill, you know I do."
"Stevie, take it from me. I think that you'll feel a whole lot better once you're not at their beck and call. They don't care about you. It hurts, but you know it's true."
Steve squeezed his eyes closed, a sure sign he was still holding back tears.
"I can't cut them off, Bill. I can't. Neil, he was, he was so bad, but my parents, they're fine. They're fine, and I still owe them for years of putting up with me."
"You don't owe them shit! Parents are supposed to love their kids. And support them. And make them feel safe. And if you feel like you owe it to them for putting up with you, then they didn't do their one fucking job!"
Steve gently pushed Billy's hand out of his hair, sitting up on the couch to face him.
"It's just not so black and white. My parents didn't treat me like yours did. They paid for anything I wanted, and they let me do what I wanted without a lot of question. They bought my car, and they would've paid for my school, if I had gone."
"Throwing money at you isn't parenting. Loving you, is parenting."
"They love me." Steve's voice shook, and by the miserable look in his eyes, Billy knew even Steve didn't believe the words coming out of his mouth.
"Y'know, you're my family. Right, Stevie? Neil, and my mom. They proved they didn't want me, and they didn't give a rat's ass. You're right, it was easier for me. With my mom, I didn't even have a fucking choice whether I wanted her in my life, or not. But, the way they treat you like some kind of show dog. Like you're an expensive painting they bought in France to impress their friends. They hurt you. And they keep hurting you. And you deserve to be happy."
Billy reached out and laced his fingers with Steve's.
"Don't sell yourself short. I was with you when you cut your dad out. It wasn't easy. And your mom was even worse."
"Don't change the subject." Steve rolled his eyes, which meant he was feeling okay enough to be bitchy. A good sign. "I've said it a hundred times: just because they didn't hit you, doesn't mean they were good.
"Parents insist on bringing their kids into the world, and expect them to kiss the goddamn ground they walk on, just for not leaving them in the woods. They fuck us up, and want us to thank them for giving us a life we never asked for."
"I don't know," Steve said, laying his head back down onto Billy's lap. "The only thing Neil ever did right was have you."
The phone rang on the side table, the brand-new called I.D. displaying Harrington. Steve sighed.
"They're pissed off because I didn't say goodbye to the secretary they conveniently invited to dinner and conveniently sat next to me."
They had a habit of that, inviting some young woman to their dinner parties, as if to entice Steve out of the happy, stable, consistent, (homosexual), relationship he's been in for the past eight years.
Steve stared at the phone, chewing on his bottom lip.
"They'll be even more mad if I don't answer."
"I can't make the choice for you. You know my thoughts. I love you either way."
Steve glanced back to Billy, and picked up the phone.
"Hi-" he was cut off almost immediately. "I know I didn't say goodbye, I had a long drive."
They knew he had a long drive. They knew it was nearly two hours from their place in Hawkins back to Steve and Billy's Chicago apartment. They had nearly times it perfectly to call when Steve would be home.
"Yes, she was very nice." Steve rolled his eyes. "And very pretty. True." Another eye roll. "No, would not like her phone number, Dad."
There was a long pause, and Steve rubbed his eyes, propping the phone between his ear and his shoulder.
"It's been eight years, Dad, and Billy and I are not breaking up. Please stop calling it a phase."
Steven's homosexual phase, they called it.
The few times BIlly's been invited to a dinner party, the Harringtons will be stiffly polite to his face, but Billy wouldn't like to hear what they say about him behind closed doors. Or, maybe he would. Maybe he'd finally give Mr. Harrington the left hook to the jaw he deserves.
Steve looked at Billy, and he reached out to hold Billy's hand. Billy's heart thumped in his chest.
"No, I won't be able to make it next week." He took a shuddering breath. "In fact, I won't be coming around anymore. At least, at least not until you can Mom can show me that you guys actually value me more than-"
Billy could hear the monotone sound of the line going dead.
"He hung up on me," Steve said, his lower lip trembling.
"I'm sorry, Baby." Billy tugged Steve into his arms, reaching around him awkwardly to slam the phone back onto the receiver. "But you are so brave. So brave." He rocked back and forth gently. "You've had a long night. Let's go to bed."
Steve nodded, and they got up to get ready for bed, Steve's hands shaking ever so lightly as he brushed his teeth.
He didn't say anything until the lights were off, and he and Billy were wrapped around one another in bed.
"Thank you, Bill. I couldn't've done that, stood up to him, without you. I love you."
"I love you too. And I love you without expectation."
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𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜
𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 you and eddie get jealous when steve flirts with another girl at a party
𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 i have this idea in my head where you and eddie are the same amount of jealous and completely feed off of each other and it’s complete anarchy
𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 female reader x steve harrington x eddie munson, poly relationship, piv sex with eddie, steve flirts with somebody else
“What the fuck does he think he’s doing?” You tapped your foot against the carpet irritatedly, worrying your lip between your teeth. You glanced up at Eddie whose stature was similarly rigid. He was biting the nail on his pointer finger, glaring in the same direction you were.
Steve was leaning against the kitchen counter, elbow supporting his weight. He ran his hand through his hair, flashing his signature Steve smile. You knew that smile. And so did Eddie. It was his flirty smile.
He looked good. All three of you knew it. His striped, collared shirt was tucked into his blue jeans, and his brown belt fit snugly against his hips. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, you could see the muscles in his forearms flex every time he moved to grab his beer.
He laughed, a little louder than necessary, as he stared at Tessa Collins’ glittery, pink lips. She was blonde, bubbly, a cheerleader. And it irked you to your core how right they seemed to look together.
“You see what I see, right?” Eddie muttered, leaning into your body.
An irritated mhm rumbled in your throat.
“Well, we don’t need him.” You scoffed.
“No, not at all.” He agreed quickly, right on the tail of your sentence.
“We have plenty of fun without him.”
“Tons,” Eddie shrugged. “If he wants to flirt with that bitch then so be it.”
“We don’t need him. We’re fine without him right. I’m fine. Are you fine?”
“Fine. Super fine.” He nodded at you.
Yours and Eddie’s singular shared brain cell bounced back and forth between your heads until you were stomping back to the van and going back to Eddie’s trailer. Totally unbothered.
The car ride home was spent brooding and uncomfortably, both of you squirming and shifting around in your seats because Steve looked so good, which certainly didn’t help the situation.
You and Eddie were angry, and horny, and jealous.
So, as soon as you were in the trailer, Eddie was bending you over the back of the couch and fucking deep, deep into you with a possessive hand around your throat.
“You’re not like Steve, are you sweetheart?”
You let out a strained yes as he kept pounding into you.
“You’re such a good girl, would never flirt with anybody else like that. You deserve this cock. Not Steve.”
“Not Steve, not Steve,” you repeated back to him, completely delirious from the way he was punching your cervix.
Your toes were dangling on the carpet, hands clutching the cushions in front of you as you let out garbled moans and incoherent, broken sentences.
You barely heard the door to the trailer flinging open, revealing a very exhausted looking Steve catching both of you with your pants down.
All the color drained from your face, but Eddie remained as cocky as ever, flashing his pearly kanines.
“Hiya, big boy!” He purred before tearing out of you and storming down the hall to his room, pulling you along by the wrist.
You were both in a fit of giggles as you fled, quickly climbing under Eddie’s covers and pulling them up to your chins.
Steve rolled his eyes and took a deep breath before making his way to the bedroom, taking up the whole door frame as he stared at you.
“I had to walk here. What the fuck?” Steve demanded, putting his hand on his hip and waiting for a response.
“Oh?” You glanced over at Eddie. “We were under the impression that you would be going home with—gosh, Eds, what’s her name?”
“That would be Tessa Collins, I do believe.”
“What? You guys dragged me to a high school party and expected me not to have fun?”
“Well, I don’t know about you, Steve, but I've certainly had fun.” Eddie was gloating, maybe trying to give Steve a taste of his own.
“Okay, and is there room for me in there?” Steve asked, expecting the two of you to give in and make room for him in the middle, but you only scooted closer to Eddie, feeling the warmth of his bare skin. It was getting increasingly harder to maintain your overconfident facade while your pussy still ached.
“No room in the inn.” Eddie frowned with a playful glint in his eyes.
“Looks like you’re sleeping on the couch, Stevie!” You beamed happily.
Steve knew there was no point in arguing, and he was too tired anyway, deciding to take his pride with him to the couch. He turned to face the bedroom one more time before disappearing into the living room.
“Can I at least have a pillow?”
Eddie flung one out the door, hitting Steve square in the head and messing up his perfectly gelled hair.
Steve grumbled to himself, closing his eyes and willing himself to sleep to the sounds of Eddie’s heavy balls slapping against your ass and your pretty moans.
He tugged at his boxers, trying to readjust himself and ignore his hardening cock. He’d deal with the two of you in the morning.
𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚍𝚜<𝟹
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Billy Hargrove and Steve Harrington ~ Three’s a Party
*I DON’T OWN THIS GIF* *CREDIT TO GIF OWNER*
18 + Content
Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 3.5k
Warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, language and a threesome.
a/n: This was requested from my Wattpad. I have never written anything like this before, and goodness do I hope that it isn't trash lol. Anyway, I read a comment that someone had mentioned "Still of the Night" by Whitesnake being their song to save them from Vecna. Well, since I like to stay true to the timeline of Stranger Things, Whitesnake is going on their final world tour, and that song didn't come out until 1987; I decided to mention some of their older stuff. I mentioned the song "Slow an' Easy," which is off their album titled "Slide it In." The album is really good and deserves a listen. As always, that you for the continued support, and I hope you all enjoy this rather dirty imagine lol. My next post will be a Fred imagine, so be ready for that!
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You slid on one last line of lipstick before popping your lips at yourself in the mirror. You stepped back and took in your outfit. It wasn’t anything special. A pair of tight high-waisted jean shorts and a black crop top. But it was enough to show off all the curves of your body and some skin. After a final examination in the mirror, you snatched your car keys from your desk and hustled out the door. When you started your car, “Slow an’ Easy” by Whitesnake began playing on the radio. A small smirk spread across your lips at the sound because you couldn’t help but be reminded of two people who had been trying to lay you down in their beds for months – Billy Hargrove and Steve Harrington.
For months the two of them had been pining after you. Day after day, they would try their hand at getting with you, but you never gave in. Instead, you would entertain them and then let them down every time. It was fun. In fact, you kind of enjoyed toying with them. They were complete opposites in their approach to getting with you. Steve was quiet and sweet. He would give you compliments and let his eyes linger on you a beat too long. That was his version of flirting. Billy, on the other hand, was much more forward. He would catcall you from across the lunchroom and let his hands find your waist whenever he had the chance. You didn’t mind either of them, though. It was entertaining watching them get all wound up when you came around. But you decided that enough was enough. Things were going to change, and you were going to relieve the sexual tension that had steadily been building between the three of you. You knew they would be at Tina’s party, which is why you were going in the first place. Had they had other plans tonight, you would be cozied up in your bed with a nice book. But that wasn’t the case. So, you were on your way to Tina’s house to see how interesting the night would get.
By the time you arrived at Tina’s house, the party was already in full swing. You could see drunk teenagers stumbling in and out of the front door and hear the muffled sound of the music. You found a spot on the side of the road to park, then got out. A little way down the road, you could make out what looked like Steve’s car, and perched in the driveway was Billy’s blue Camaro. You took a deep breath, then crossed the street toward the house.
When the front door opened, you were welcomed by a cloud of marijuana and cigarette smoke. You sauntered in, hips swaying with each step. As you walked deeper into the hazy house, you could see people ogling your figure as you passed them. You finally pushed your way into the kitchen, where Tina was pouring cups of her jungle juice. You grabbed a cup, took a swig, found a spot against the wall, and started surveying the room. Your eyes searched until you spotted at least one of the people you were looking for out back. Billy was doing a keg stand and was surrounded by several onlookers cheering him on. You stepped away from the wall and looked into the living room when you finally saw Steve. He was dancing to whatever song was blasting from the speakers. Neither had noticed you yet, and that’s how you wanted to keep it until you had enough liquid courage to go through with your plan. So, you stepped back to the counter and downed another cup of jungle juice.
After four cups of Tina’s weird concoction, you were feeling the effects of the alcohol. Your vision was a little blurry, and you felt like you were floating whenever you walked. Your whole body was on high alert, every nerve ending zinging from the buzz you were feeling. You were just vibing to the music when a pair of hands landed on your waist. At first, you tensed up, but then the familiar scent of pine filled your nose, and you relaxed. Even though you were tipsy, you knew that smell anywhere. And when the pair of hands slid over the bare flesh of your midriff, you knew exactly who it was. You twisted in his grip, allowing his hands to find your ass, and you smiled.
“Hi, Billy.”
His eyes were a little glossy, telling you that he had been hitting the keg pretty hard. Billy gave your ass a little squeeze as a wide grin spread across his lips.
“So, you just show up and don’t even say ‘hello’ to me?”
You chuckled and ran your finger down the center of his chest until you reached the top of his jeans.
“Didn’t I just say ‘hi’?” You asked, tilting your head to the side.
You could feel his chest vibrate under your finger and couldn’t help the way your core tingled at the feeling.
“So,” Billy said, his thumb rubbing small circles over your rear pocket, “that’s how you’re gonna be tonight. Okay.”
You bit your bottom lip, already melting at his touch, until you looked just to the side of him and noticed Steve staring. If you wanted your plan to work, you had to play both boys. You couldn’t just focus on one. So, you gently grabbed Billy’s hands and removed them from your body, earning a pout from him.
“I have to go,” you said, giving his chest a little pat, “It was nice to see you, babe.”
And with that, you pushed past him and entered the living room. Your eyes were glued on Steve, and he never dropped your stare as you navigated through the crowd of people. Steve was standing against the wall next to a side table, and when you finally reached him, you leaned into him so he could hear you over the loud music.
“I saw you staring,” you said low in his ear. “I thought I’d come over and see what I did to capture your attention.”
You could feel Steve let out a puff of air before he turned his head until his lips were just grazing over your ear and said, “Existing. That’s what you did.”
You pulled back and looked at the side table where a candy bowl sat full of an array of sweet treats. You reached down and grabbed a lollipop. Steve watched your fingers unwrap it, then slowly bring the round candy to your mouth. You dragged your tongue over the hard treat a couple times before your lips folded around it.
“Is that so?” You asked, raising your eyebrows at Steve.
Steve’s eyes never left the lollipop as you pulled it to and from your mouth several times. Your eyes dropped, and you could see the bulge forming in his jeans, and the corners of your lips began to lift. But before you had the chance to act on anything, Billy’s voice came from behind you, causing you to turn around.
“Why are you talking to this loser?” He asked, moving to stand beside you.
Billy wasn’t even looking at you. No, his eyes were trained on Steve. Steve pushed off the wall, squaring up to Billy.
“Is there a problem?”
“I don’t know, Harrington, is there?” Billy asked, taking a step closer. “You’re the one talking to my girl.”
Steve barked out a laugh.
“You’re girl? Last time I checked, she rejected your ass. And pretty publicly, I might add.”
The two of them were nearly chest to chest, and people were starting to stare. At parties like these, people would do anything to see a fight. But that’s not why you were there. So, you stepped in between Steve and Billy, placing a hand on each of their chests.
“Boys,” you said, gaining their attention, “calm down, okay? We’re all here to have a good time. And I think I have a good idea on how to make that happen.”
You didn’t wait for either of them to object or question your motives. Instead, you just took each of their hands and started up the stairs away from the crowd. Down one of the many halls in Tina’s house, you found a rather large empty bathroom and dragged the two of them inside. You locked the door and leaned against the cool wood. On any normal day, you wouldn’t be doing this. But you had too much to drink, and you were ready to act on the sexual tension that was damn near palpable in the air. The lollipop stick jiggled against your lips as you chewed on it.
“There’s no reason to always be fighting over me,” you said, voice coming out huskier than you thought possible. You stepped away from the door and approached both boys.
“There’s plenty to go around.”
Billy reached out and carefully pulled the lollipop from your mouth, causing your lips to make a pop, before tossing it in the waste bin next to the counter.
“If there’s plenty of you to go around,” he began, closing the distance between you and him, “why don’t you stop toying with us?” He asked before dipping down and attaching his lips to your neck.
His blonde curls brushed against your cheek, and you closed your eyes and rolled your head to the side, giving him access to even more exposed skin. Billy’s hands crept around your waist until they were on your ass again, and he squeezed. Your hands found his chest, and you could feel his heavily beating heart that only quickened when one hand slid down. You started to rub against his growing erection earning a slow moan. Your eyes opened just slightly to see Steve watching the two of you intently. Even with Billy’s lips attacking your neck, you could see that Steve was getting hard just watching. You locked eyes with him.
“Do you want to join?” You asked a little breathlessly.
Without hesitation, Steve nodded, so you pushed Billy off you and walked over to Steve. You didn’t give him a chance to make a move before your lips were on his. You could hear Billy grumble behind you, but you didn’t care. You were too focused on the way Steve’s soft mouth felt against yours. It didn’t take long for Steve to start kissing you back. He grabbed the back of your head and walked you back until you were pressed up against the wall. You let your hand travel down the length of his chest until you were rubbing over his hard bulge. Steve moaned quietly and then a little louder when you kept going. Your thighs clenched together at the sound. You could feel your panties progressively getting wetter with each sound that came from him.
You stopped rubbing over his jeans just long enough to rip his shirt over his head, and your eyes nearly bugged out when you saw his bare chest. A little bit of hair littered his pecks, and his torso was toned. You had no idea he was hiding such a fit body underneath his clothes.
“Fuck me, Steve,” you said in awe.
He just chuckled.
“Gladly,” he retorted before reattaching his lips to yours.
His bare chest against your body was enough to send your mind reeling, but when you felt another set of lips start nibbling on your neck, you almost lost it. You opened your eyes to see Billy had lost his clothes and was stroking himself as he sucked on your soft skin. With each stroke he gave himself, his hand bumped into you, sending shivers down your spine. Billy was grunting quietly in your ear, and you could hear Steve letting out little moans with each press his lips made against yours. Your core was tightening, and you knew that you needed to feel both of their bare bodies against yours. So, you started to undo Steve’s jeans, but before you could pull them all the way off, he stepped away. You watched as he peeled his jeans off his body, exposing himself to you. Your eyes flicked back and forth from Steve’s to Billy’s naked bodies, and your mouth started to water. You could feel your heart racing as tingles jolted throughout your whole body. Both boys were completely nude, and you knew it was your turn.
You moved around them until your back was to the counter, and you were facing Steve and Billy. Your hands floated over your body as you pulled your shirt over your head and unclasped your bra, letting your breasts bounce free. Your nipples hardened at the sudden cool air, and you could see both boys’ eyes widen. You trailed your forefinger between your breasts, down your stomach, and to your shorts button. Once your shorts were undone, you slid them down your legs until you were standing before Steve and Billy in your red thong. Both boys were breathing heavily as they watched your every move. You hooked a finger on either side of your hips and started playing with the thin fabric. Even you were getting turned on just by the way they both devoured you with their eyes. You could feel how wet you were getting. You tugged on your thong a little more before very deliberately sliding it down your legs until you were fully naked.
“You boys like the view?” You asked as you pushed yourself onto the countertop.
You brought your hands to your neck and slowly started moving them down. They went over your breasts, and you gave each a little squeeze before continuing down over your torso. When your hands reached your thighs, you pushed your legs open wide, exposing your pussy to them.
“You wanna see how wet I am for you boys?”
Billy and Steve eagerly nodded. Both started stroking themselves slow and easy as they watched you. One of your hands traveled down to your pussy, and you slid a finger in, letting out a moan in the process. You slid it in and out a few times, the sound of your wetness echoing through the bathroom. Your eyes never left the boys as you pulled your finger completely out, showing them exactly how badly you wanted them. Your finger was glistening, and they both let out a low groan at the sight. You leaned back, never shutting your legs, and asked, “Why don’t you boys come have a taste?”
Neither of them wasted any time. Billy dropped to his knees between your legs and immediately went to work. You let out a gasp that was swallowed by Steve’s mouth against yours. Steve didn’t stay there long, though. His lips traveled down your collar bone until they found your breast. He started sucking, his tongue running circles around your nipple. You threw your head back and moaned. Billy’s tongue flicked your bud before suckling it over and over again. The sensations they were giving you were otherworldly. You could feel your orgasm building in your stomach as both boys used their mouths to pleasure you.
“Oh, fuck, Billy,” you whined, “I’m getting so close.”
But before you could release, Billy stopped. Your head snapped back up, and you watched him stand up.
“Why don’t we let Harrington get a taste? Sharing is caring after all.”
Before you could say anything in return, Steve had dropped between your legs and started lapping at your entrance. He didn’t do that for very long before he started sucking on your clit. He hummed against it, and the feeling sent you spiraling. Billy started licking the nipple that Steve didn’t get to before he wrapped his mouth fully around your breast. Your head fell back against the mirror as you brought a hand up to your other breast and began playing with the little pink bud that Steve had left wet from his mouth. You fondled yourself while Billy suckled your breast, and Steve licked your pussy up and down. The sounds coming out of you were animalistic. You couldn’t fathom the amount of pleasure they were giving you.
Billy never stopped working your breast when he found your free hand and brought it down to his erection. You took ahold of him and started stroking him. His moans mixed with yours as you both started to unfold. Your whole body was shaking as your orgasm started to build again.
“Oh, Steve,” you whined, “I’m gonna cum. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
Steve kept going, sucking your clit with a fervor you didn’t know existed until you were a trembling mess all over his face. You rode out your high then watched Steve stand up, wiping your juices off his face with the back of his hand. Billy stepped in front of you.
“Okay,” he said, scooping you off the counter, “now it’s our turn.”
He used his head to motion for Steve to take your place by the counter before he set you back down. He turned you, so you were facing the mirror. Steve placed a finger under your chin and lifted your head to look at him.
“Are you gonna be a good girl?”
You nodded, then he placed a hand behind your head and guided you down to his pulsing erection. You licked his dick from the base to the tip a couple of times, earning a long low groan from Steve. You lapped at the tip a little, looking up at him through your lashes before fully taking him into your mouth. Steve’s hand held the back of your head as you bobbed up and down on his cock. Your cheeks hollowed as your hand went to his base and began stroking.
“Holy fuck, Y/N. That’s it right there. Good girl,” he said, dragging out the last two words.
You hummed as you continued sucking. And just as you started getting into a rhythm, you felt Billy’s hand on your waist, then the tip of his dick touched your opening right before he guided himself into you. He didn’t give you a second to adjust to his size. Instead, both hands grabbed hold of your waist, and he started making slow and measured thrusts into you. You gasped at the fullness you felt and stopped stroking Steve. He gripped the back of your neck, and you looked up at him. His pupils were so blown out it looked like his eyes were completely black. You could feel his fingers digging into your skin, and you knew there would probably be a mark there when this was all over.
“Don’t stop, Y/N,” he said, voice straining. “Be my good girl, okay?”
Your mouth was being forced to move with every stroke Billy pushed into you. So, you started sucking and stroking Steve again. Your brain was on sensory overload. There was so much going on, but you didn’t want it to stop. Billy’s fingers dug into your hips, and occasionally he would slap your ass, sending a sharp sting into the mix of sensations you were already feeling. The tip of Steve’s dick continued to tap the back of your throat with each downward movement you made. Your eyes were watering. Then you felt Billy’s fingers start rubbing circles on your clit. You arched your back and started bobbing faster on Steve’s cock, hollowing your cheeks and sucking even harder than before. The sounds of Steve’s loud moans blended with Billy’s guttural grunts, and it sounded like the best symphony of bliss you had ever heard. You kept up the pace, and soon Steve’s dick was twitching in your mouth.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, “keep going. I’m so close.”
It only took another two strokes, and Steve was busting inside your mouth, shooting his load into the back of your throat. You swallowed and removed your mouth from his cock while Billy’s thrust got sloppier and sloppier. You pushed your ass back into him, allowing him to go deeper than before, and that was all he needed to send him over the edge. He pulled out and stroked himself a few times before cumming onto your back. When he was done riding out his high, he moved to clean himself up while Steve used some tissues to wipe off your back. Once everyone was cleaned up, you started to pick up your garments that were strewn across the bathroom floor. When you finished getting dressed, you looked at the boys. They both looked like they had just run a marathon. Both rosy-cheeked and out of breath. You nodded at them.
“Well,” you said, running your hands over your clothes to try and get all the wrinkles out, “I’m glad we all had a good time.” You unlocked the door, threw it open, and before you walked out, you turned back to them, shot them a wink, and said, “See you later, boys.” Then with that, you exited the bathroom leaving Steve and Billy behind. You knew that this little soiree wouldn’t end their game of trying to bag you, but at least it satisfied their need to get you in bed. For now, anyway.
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caregiver!steve harrington x regressor!eddie munson!!
fictional agere challenge
day 3: a ship you hc as regressor x caregiver
note; RAHHHHH i love these two with my heart!! like steddie is one of my top ships of ALL time :0 and I usually see Steve x reader or Eddie x reader and I'm just like "no >:(" LIKE CAN THEY BOTH JUST BE TOGETHERIDNJJNSDOFN anywayyyy I love them so and I miss them <3 I need more steddie agere content!! >:O
headcanons;
🎲 Eddie is toddler/kid regressor and his age range is 3 - 6. His main caregiver is, of course, Stevie
🕶️ Steve is a caregiver and absolutely loves being one, he's naturally nurturing to his little ones and will go full Mama Steve on 'em. He doesn't really care what he's called, but he'll get so excited when he hears a nickname. His main little is, of course, Ed
🎲 I do headcanon Eddie as someone who has auDHD! So he'll mostly be a quiet boy when regressed big or not or just be super duper hyper on another day! Stimming is a big thing for him as well, just random stuffs. And he also makes a bunch of squeaks and screams
⬇️🎲 I also headcanon Eddie as a trans man! (FTM, of course) So with all the sensory issue stuff, shark week and dysmorphia also play a big part in Eddie both while he's big and little. Steve and everyone else supports him, but he still has things of his own to handle. But he's trying his best!
🕶️ Stevie is an absolute sucker for his little ones (mostly Eddie, Billy and Robin) and will always ALWAYS feel terrible for even trying to put them in timeout. Like if someone is in tears, he is tearing up as well
⬇️🕶️ Even so, that happens, like, all the time, he's still a strict caregiver. Rules and (light) punishments are set and used all the time, but Steve also forgets sometimes LAMO. Like he could've yelled or something, and then Dustin just randomly comes up behind him and is like "STEVIE BROKE A RULEEEEE" while he's also breaking that rule
🎲 Usually, big Eddie ain't scared of a thing, he's a strong boy, but being little... he's shy and sensitive (me too Ed) and is just trying his best to be honest. He's more of a softie and far more vulnerable than his big self. Like horror movies and clowns? Eddie is already in tears before SEEING them
🕶️ He spoils the world out of his littles, ESPECIALLY Eddie. Like Eddie is his sweet baby and he deserves to be spoilt. And he's for sure that parent that has extra, extra, EXTRA supplies that he still packs somewhere and somehow in his house. And this man canNOT stand 10 seconds straight without giving into puppy eyes
🎲 Anything will go into this boy's mouth if it is in his sight. Table corners, bark, door knobs, wood, grass... he always needs a teether or paci in his mouth because he will not hesitate to go and swallow his whole mouth full with... something. Even his own hair and fingers... (real for the fingers)
🕶️ His favorite little's to look after are Eddie (of course), Robin, Billy, Dustin and Chrissy
🎲 Eddie's favorite people to be around are Steve (of course), Robin, Chrissy, Dustin and Joyce
🕶️ One of his favorite activities to do is storytime, like storybooks to interactive finger/sock muppets, he has EVERYTHING. And he's always so, so creative with all the little stories he reads, and everyone eats it UPPP. Even the caregivers as well
🎲 His favorite plushies are a black bat (Igor), a red dragon (Smokie) and a green and purple lizard (Iggy). He always loves action figures (He-Man, Thundercat) and blocks as well
⬇️🎲 Also, also. His favorite thing EVER has to be coloring. He's always seen with a coloring book with dragons or He-Man and he doesn't mind sharing, Robbie or Chrissy are always joining him in a bit of coloring and he doesn't mind whatever colors they use, as long as it's IN the lines
🕶️ He doesn't really care at whatever activity he's doing with his littles if I'm being honest. Like it could go from a super tough fight against a fire breathing dragon, to a tea party WITH tutus on, to a deep exploration in the jungle, to just playing with puzzles and blocks. Like he will go up and beyond to play with each of his little's equally (tiny and big)
🎲 Halloween!! Eddie absolutely love, love, LOVESSSS halloween with all of his heart. He has since he was out of the womb if I'm being honest. And being little around the spooky season is such a treat for Eddie. Like he will dress up in different outfits every single day until the big night and rahhhhh!!
🕶️ He always likes taking his little's out to their favorite stores and places. Eddie with the record shop, Robbie with ice cream (or whatever's left of Scoops Ahoy), Billy out to the beach, Chrissy to the toy shop (I headcanon that she never had a good childhood and never got to go to the toy store :( ) and so on and so on
🎲 This boy is in his terrible twos. With who? Robin. These two immediately connected at the hip once both found out they were regressors (and both trans, yes, I do both headcanon them as trans RAHHHH JUMPSCARE!!!!! /j) and have been mischievous lil people since. You will not see them apart, unless Ed is with Steve and Robbie is with Nancy. Sugar rushes, getting in trouble, breaking rules, making messes BOY!! And if one cries, the other cries after LAMO
#agere fandom#agere headcanons#fandom agere#fandom headcanons#fictionalagerechallenge#stranger things agere#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#steddie agere#YURRRR#omg this took way longer than i thought lol#i had so many hcs for them i didnt even realize lamo#forgive me for it being so long!!#anyways theyre so special to me
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• CAN YOU TAKE IT ALL? •
pairing: eddie munson x steve harrington
summary: the munson-harrington friendship gets a tad bit more complicated.
warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language; st spoilers; ptsd-related nightmares, first kiss, fluffy fluff, smutty smutty, oral, etc.
word count: ~5.7k
support your writer: reblogs for the steddie boys 🤤
note: my dear staffi, your 1k is 1k% well deserved. i could think of nothing better than to honor @seidenbros with a steddie smut fic. this is inspired by my homie @steveshairychest post and miss staffi's thoughts, as well as the nightmares mentioned in her beautiful steddie post. this story is set in a cannon divergent universe post season 4’s events. i hope you like it! also i will say there’s a lot of back and forth so i hope it’s not too too confusing 🥹 there’s also a narrator type of feel in there, idk my adhd brain’s like mad scattered so good luck?
prompts included: (1) scars tell the story of where we’ve been, they are a part of us, and you show that to your loved one with kissing all of their scars, (2) “you taste like heaven, and I can’t get enough,” & (3) “will you stop talking, or do I have to make you shut up?”
He will never forget that red thundering sky.
The sounds crash above him. His instinct is to look up, but he keeps his eyes focused as the demobats spiral around him. His grip tightens onto his shield. He knows he is going to die. He knew that when he decided against going through the portal in his living room. When he walked away from Dustin’s screaming pleas. He wanted to be a coward no more. He would need to die to ensure the party’s safety - his safety. He is fine with this. He honestly could not think of a better way to go. He just prays it will be quick.
He watches as the bats seem to alter their flying at the sound of each clap of thunder. His mind begins reeling. What can he do to use this information against them? He feels the fear bubble up through his chest. He yells out to give himself the bravery he desperately clings onto. He thrusts his spear into the tornado of bats just to be met with their attack. He holds as much as he can back with his shield but they overwhelm him. He falls.
Once recognizing the floor pressed against his back, he knew it was time. It was his time. He uses the shield to cover as much of his body as possible. He feels hot strikes of pain through his shins and thighs. He cannot help but scream as he grips tighter onto his shield’s handle. They are killing him and it is not quick. He feels every single bite. Each bite plays on repeat in his head.
One wraps it’s tail around his throat. He cannot breathe. He quickly digs his nails against his own skin, struggling to put distance between his neck and the tail. Panic hits him like a train. His entire body is in this confusing mixed state of stillness and desperation. He is moving in slow motion, perpetually stuck in death.
Steve wakes to a thumping sound. His eyes open widely. His body is startled, but swiftly ready for action. Was it happening again? Was Vecna coming? Or was it the demodogs this time? Did they come back? He raises from his bed and continues to listen. He keeps his eyes on his closet, knowing he has a shotgun waiting for him. A gun he purchased back when he found out the truth about Barbara - how close death was. How was he never meant to feel safe in his home again.
He hears a voice. Eddie’s voice. The mental grog from waking up blurs his mind, but Eddie’s voice pulls him through. He remembers that he invited Eddie to stay with him while they both heal and particularly while he is technically still on the lam. As much as his voice calms him, an interesting reaction he notes, it sounds a bit troubled now. He quietly stands from the bed and walks towards his parents’ room - where Eddie was sleeping.
Steve feels worry as he tip-toes down the hallway. He does not want to scare Eddie, but something is wrong. The altruistic side of him would never be able to ignore that, let alone fall back asleep. He hears mumbling again and suddenly a scream. He bursts in the through the door, quickly scanning the room for any threats. He stands above Eddie who wriggles in his sheets. His brows pressing in and out as he mumbles in his sleep.
Part of Steve is clearly concerned. The other part could not help noticing the sleeping beauty below him. His lips supple. His hair thick and incredible. His shirt cut at the shoulders. His biceps on full display. From far, Munson looks scrawny but from where Steve stands, the boy has muscle. Quickly, he pushes those thoughts from his head. His face scrunches as he struggles to ignore the light hearted feeling of letting in that type of thinking.
Steve has only felt this way towards two people in his life, despite the trail of people he has left behind in his high school career. The feeling of his heart being drawn out of his chest. He felt it with Nancy. He feels it again with Eddie. It caught him off guard. Nothing prepares you for a sudden longing of a guy, especially when you pride yourself as a ladies’ man.
Steve felt a brief attraction to Billy Hargrove when he so aggressively beat him in basketball. It definitely had nothing to do with his personality - how could it? But how he pushed against him, with that sweat-filled bare chest. There was a moment where anger and annoyance subsided, and Steve did not mind being pushed around by Hargrove’s strength. Of course, this thought was pushed down deeper than the pits of hell. Especially after he heard what Billy had done to Max and Lucas.
Once Dustin began high school, Eddie became a prominent person in Steve’s life - whether he liked it or not. Dustin loved this guy, compared this guy to Steve. Anger and jealousy fueled his mind anytime “Eddie Munson” was discussed. Yet, when he finally met the man, he felt a spark. Eddie jumped out of nowhere and pressed Steve against the shack’s wall, hard. A hand on his collarbone and a broken bottle dangerously close to his juggler.
Steve initially thought the spark was the fear and adrenaline pushing through his body. He rose his hands to show he wasn’t a threat. Once Dustin started talking, Eddie began to let his guard down, placing space between them. It gave Steve the opportunity to look into those gentle chocolate eyes and see the genuine sincerity and beauty within them. He knew in that moment that every incredible thing Dustin said about Eddie was true. He had to know more. The spark, he now recognizes, turned into a red hot flush to his cheeks…
As another disturbed mumble falls from Eddie’s lips, Steve is pulled from his thoughts and lightly pats Eddie’s shoulder. “Eddie,” he whispers. “Eddie, it’s just a dream.” He continues to mumble, his movements more jagged. “Eddie,” he says louder. He shakes his shoulder and sits on the edge of the bed. He begins to stress, wanting to remove him from this scary state. He shakes a bit harder.
Eddie’s eyes shoot open. His breathing heavies as he grips onto Steve’s shoulder. “Eddie, it’s okay. It’s okay,” Steve soothes. “Where’s Dustin?” he mumbles on as his brows pull together. Eddie struggles to grip onto reality, but he recognizes the mattress and sheets below him. He realizes it is not the upside down’s floor plastered against his back. He pulls his eyes towards Steve’s. “Steve?” he asks out of breath and still panicked.
“Hey, yeah. I think you had a bad dream,” Steve answers as he places his hand upon Eddie’s chest. “You’re safe.” Eddie watches with confused eyes. He feels comfort from Steve’s warmth but still lost in bouncing thoughts between what is real and what is not. His eyes travel towards Steve’s hairy chest and green pajama pants hanging by a draw string. He immediately pulls away and places all his energy on not staring. Steve’s eyes are focused upon his hand. He’s both shocked and overjoyed with his hand’s placement. Ambiguous thoughts flood his mind.
Where Steve has hidden his attraction, even from himself, Eddie has always been straight forward with those he’s closest to. At first, Eddie was not the biggest fan of Steve. He even told him so. Dustin spoke of him at length. Each conversation that surrounded Harrington just reminded him of every conversation he had in school. Everyone spoke of him and his gorgeous hair.
Yet, when Eddie finally had the opportunity to interact with Steve, all that changed. Through the danger, gore, and fear within the weeks filled of Vecna, Eddie felt a burning inside of him. He recognized immediately that Steve was someone special and that he wanted more. He had no care in the world and openly flirted with him any chance he got. He particularly enjoyed the confused looks of the members of his party. Not to mention a shirtless Steve wearing his denim vest? Eddie was done for. So when all that shit was finally done and Steve asked if he wanted to stay at his house, Eddie did not hesitate.
“Thanks,” Eddie says with a shaken tone as he lifts himself from the bed, resting back on his palms. Steve lightly pulls away as his focus has shifted back to concern. He remembers the last time he saw Eddie like this. It was a horrifying sight. He walked up on Dustin cradling Eddie in the darkness of the upside down. Henderson’s tears falling upon Eddie’s lifeless face as blood pooled at the edge of his mouth. They thought he was going to die. But Steve was going to work his damned hardest to make sure that didn’t happen - especially not in front of Dustin.
As gently as he could, Steve flung Eddie over his shoulder and ran into the trailer. He heard a grumble and a wince. Both sounds that burst energy through his body. He was alive. He and Dustin worked together to hoist Eddie through the portal. Nancy and Robin were shortly behind. They both quickly jumped into the roles of doctor as they treated his wounds with bandages and disinfectant. Steve can still hear his screams when they dowsed his injuries with alcohol. Steve wanted nothing more than to run to him in that moment. To comfort him - hold him. Instead, he watched from the corner of the room, gripping tightly onto his chin as he bit his trembling lip.
Eddie’s eyes flick towards Steve. He observes the shift in his face’s expression. His first instinct is to raise his hand to his face, pull him back from whatever thoughts clouded him. He strongly stops the urge, clearing his throat. “Steve,” he says softly. Quickly Steve’s eyes look back into his. “Sorry,” he laughs and pushes his hand through his hair. “It’s okay,” Eddie says softly. “Get lost in your thoughts?” Eddie asks. Steve turns to look at him with a smile. “Something like that,” he replies innocently. “Yeah, that happens to me too,” Eddie nods as he looks down at his hands on his lap.
Steve took that moment to realize that he may have overstayed his welcome. He stands and gestures a goodbye. “Well, I’ll let you get back to bed,” he says as he turns towards the door. Panic rushes through Eddie. He isn’t ready for Steve to leave. “Wait,” he says loudly. “You can stay if you want,” he coyly murmurs.
Steve reaches the door handle and turns back to Eddie. “Are you sure?” he asks. “I’m sure, Harrington,” Eddie reassures with a smile. The devilish smile that Steve has been waiting for. It quickly eases his worry and melts his heart, all at the same time. Most of all, it pulls a big grin upon his face. Eddie has the best smile, whether you would like to admit it or not. And Steve will admit it.
With a failed attempt to not be awkward, Steve sits at the foot of the bed. He rests only a few inches away from Eddie's feet. Eddie stifles a laugh as he watches. "You can sit up here," he chuckles as he pats the bed beside him. Steve laughs at himself. "I wasn't sure what would be weirder," he mutters under his breath. "Hm, I think the sitting at the edge of the bed is weirder," Eddie says with a bit of flare.
Steve shrugs, amused, as he stands and walks over to the other side. Surprisingly, he lays back onto the pillow comfortably and without hesitation. His feet cross in front of him. He intertwines his fingers as they rest upon his stomach. Without looking at him, he gently asks, "Did you wanna talk about it?" Eddie turns towards him and smiles as Steve's eyes remain down. "It's nothing too bad," Eddie tries to downplay. "Just some nightmares after everything that went down."
That was enough to pull Steve's eyes towards Eddie's face. Eddie watched as his sweet honey hazel irises peer into his soul. They were so full of anguish and worry. "But it's okay. It's not that bad, remember?" he tries to reassure. Steve's brows continue to furrow as he watches in sadness. There is a certain twinkle to his eye that Eddie doesn't recognize.
Steve pulls his eyes from Eddie once more. "When I first got dragged into all this, I had nightmares every night for at least 2 months straight," Steve says solemnly. Eddie listens intently, now his turn to worry. "I had a few months of life going back to normal, which - I knew wouldn't last. But then the demodogs showed up-" he shares. "Demodogs?" Eddie asks. His mind immediately screams at him for interrupting. Steve turns back towards him with a small smile. "Yeah, they're like smaller versions of Demogorgens," he answers. "You know about Demogorgens?" Eddie scoffs. "It's what the kids call it - I don't know," he laughs. "Just talk to Henderson. He'll give you the whole run down."
Eddie smiles as his eyes fall upon Steve's. "I'm sorry I interrupted," he murmurs. "What were you saying?" Steve could swear his heart stopped beating for a second. Those sweet eyes give him all the pleasure and all the comfort he could ever want. "After Vecna, the nightmares came back for good. I haven't had a good night sleep since," he weakly laughs. "I wake up to the slightest of sounds and if I manage to get to sleep, I dream about those bats choking the life out of me." Eddie's heart races as he hears Steve's account. He almost forgot that Steve was attacked by the bats too. That he shares the same wounds - physically and mentally.
"I've been dreaming about them too," Eddie sighs as he plays with the blankets. With a deep breath, he plasters a brave smile on his face. "I'm just happy I made it out alive." He places a hesitant hand upon Steve's. "Thanks to you," he whispers under his breath. Steve could not help but blush. He pulls his eyes from Eddie's touch, as if not to bring attention to it. "You would've done it for me," Steve says. Eddie laughs, "I'm not sure I would've been able to do that." Steve joins him in a nervous chuckle. "What do you mean? You wouldn't have come back for me?"
Eddie pats his hand on Steve before holding it against his own laughing abdomen. "I don't think I'd be able to carry you, dude," he tries to say through bursts of laughter. Steve chuckles as he pulls his head back onto the headboard. He smirks and playfully punches Eddie's bicep. "You wouldn't be able to carry me with these muscles?" he scoffs with an eyebrow raised. Eddie smiles at his touch, but quickly wiggles it away. "Maybe I could," Eddie mumbles under his breath with a shrug. Steve grins as he looks back at those gorgeous eyes of his.
"I would have never left you there. No matter what," Steve murmurs with a shake of his head. Eddie pulls the side of his mouth and nods. "I would do the same for you," he whispers. Steve recognizes the sincerity in Eddie's eyes. Eddie enjoys the warmth in Steve's smile. They sit there for a few seconds, which feels like hours. But for the two of them, hours are not enough.
Steve's heart races. He can feel his pulse in his ears. Nerves rush through his extremities. Happiness fills his chest. Eddie feels a pit in his stomach. His muscles tighten as he struggles to remain calm. He is caught off guard by this reaction. He usually only feels this when he's nervous before a show. Luckily for him, the usual adrenaline that follows shortly rides throughout his body. Without a second thought, Eddie slowly leans closer towards Steve. His eyes focus on his supple lips, hoping that this isn't a mistake. Before Steve could even think, he places his hands on Eddie's cheeks and pulls him into a kiss.
Now, this is not your typical first kiss. There is no sweet peck and pulling away to look into each other’s eyes. No. There is a huge fire burning deep within Steve and Eddie. It’s been building for months. And it finally has a way out.
Steve’s hand travels towards Eddie’s ear. He intertwines his fingers within his brunette curls. Eddie bites into the kiss. His neck extended as his body slowly follows. He notes that Steve’s lips are supple and sweet - sweeter than expected. His ringed hand feels cool against Steve’s cheek. The painful longing they both felt now turned into an aggressive match of love.
Eddie’s fingers grasp harshly against Steve’s skin. Steve’s body scoots closer to his, eventually toppling over him. The ends of his soft hair tickling Eddie’s face. The two struggle to gasp for breaths as they crash their tongues against each other. Eddie spreads his legs as Steve leans between them. Steve’s hand rests upon his waist as Eddie ruts his hips up. Steve could feel that bulge against his crotch. He wants nothing more than to…
Steve pulls away with a gasping breath. His eyes dragged from Eddie’s as he slowly begins to lean up from the embrace. Eddie rests frozen in place, completely confused. “I’m sorry,” Steve mutters as he wipes his lips with the back of his hand. He crashes back onto his side of the bed. His head leaning onto the headboard as he tracks his hands down his face. “It’s alright,” Eddie says as he watches Steve out of his peripherals.
“I haven’t done anything like this before,” Steve says as he places his hands on his legs out in front of him. His body language screaming “uncomfortable.” “We don’t have to do anything-” Eddie starts. “But I want to, Eddie, that’s the thing,” Steve says with distress, finally turning to look at the chocolate eyed boy. Eddie sighs as the sides of his mouth curl into a smile.
Steve puts his hands to his own face. “Have you done this before?” he asks, peering out curiously from behind his fingers. Eddie softly laughs at the sight. “Yeah, once or twice,” he murmurs. “Oh god,” Steve says as he drags his hands down his face. “Harrington, it’s okay,” Eddie soothes. “Let’s just take this slow.” Steve sighs in relief as he shakes his head. “I can do slow,” he whispers. “Yeah,” Eddie says as he places a hand to his shoulder. “That way we’ll have a better story to tell our grandkids.”
Steve’s head shoots up, “Hey! That’s not slow!” Eddie bursts into laughter. To the point where his knees are at his chest. His hand at his stomach. Steve can’t help but chuckle alongside him. “I’m kidding, Harrington,” he manages to mumble between laughs. “You are too easy.” Steve smiles as he rolls his eyes.
“Eddie?” Steve asks with a softened tone. Eddie smiles as he directs his attention torwards the god of beauty in front of him. “Do you mind if I sleep here, with you, tonight?” he asks. A tightness balls in his chest. Eddie can’t help but smile larger at his request. “Yes,” he says. Steve immediately beams. “But only if I get one more kiss,” he adds.
Steve bites his lip as he leans in towards Eddie. They both close their eyes as their lips meet in a gentler embrace. Steve pulls back and whispers onto Eddie’s lips. “Good night, Munson.” He turns over and gets under the blankets. The two begin their sleep with their backs to each other. Only to wake up to Eddie resting his head upon Steve’s chest, and Steve’s arm caressing Eddie’s back - pulling him closer.
Not much has changed for the Harrington-Munson friendship. One month later and a handful of heavy make out sessions to show for it. The biggest change was that neither of them slept alone anymore. Since that first night, they have slept in the same bed. They have slept better than they ever have. They both had no intention of sleeping without each other again.
After a long night of Eddie trying to teach Steve how to play dungeons and dragons, Steve finally was able to suggest saying goodbye to the group. “I’m not at all surprised that you chose a Paladin,” Dustin says with a sheepish laugh as he packs up the dnd game. Eddie smirks from across the table. “Yeah, I still have no idea what that means,” Steve says as he grabs another chip from the designated snack bowl.
“I would’ve thought he’d been a Cleric,” Will shares with a shrug of his shoulders. “Big boy’s got the energy for both. Don’tcha, Harrington?” Eddie says with a tilt of his head. Steve watches his taunting smile with hunger in his eyes. “Still got nothing,” Steve says with his hands thrown up. “We’ll be back next week,” Mike says as he waves for Lucas to stand up. They clearly have somewhere to be.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Steve says as the boys rush to the front door. “Next week?” His face full of confusion. His face squished together in worry. “I thought this was a one time thing?” Eddie smiles, biting on one of his rings, as he softly laughs. He adores the man. “Yeah, we made our characters and next week we play,” Lucas says dumbfounded. “What did you think we were doing here, Steve?” Dustin asks with a chuckle. “I thought we were just making characters. Isn’t that what you guys do?” Steve asks, pushing a hand through his hair and raising his other hand. “Yeah, and then we bring our characters into battle,” Will says sarcastically as he shares an annoyed glance with Mike.
“Okay, okay. Whatever next week,” Steve says, shooing the gang away. Eddie immediately stands and begins to clap his hands. “Let’s go boys,” he yells. “We were just leaving-” Mike whines. “Up-up-up,” Eddie interrupts. Steve smiles as he watches him from the side of his eye. “That doesn’t sound like leaving, Wheeler.” Will laughs and quickly grabs his die. “Quick feet, Beyers. Let’s go!” Eddie claps closely at Will’s back, enough to make him hop and skip to the door.
With confused faces and devilish laughter, Eddie got the boys out without much of a hassle. He closes the Harrington’s front door and flicks the lock. He turns with his arms held high and bows before Steve. Steve watches amused but with teetering brows. "You're welcome," he says with that demon smile. "Thank you," Steve scoffs as he crosses his arms against his chest. Eddie walks over to the couch and flings back with dramatic intent. “Alright, Harrington. Come ravish me,” he says with a deep breath and closing his eyes. Steve laughs as he walks to the other end of the couch. He picks up Eddie’s crossed legs and places them onto his lap as he sits upon the cushion.
“Or … I could ravish you,” Eddie says as he raises his torso closer to Steve’s. His hand is placed against Steve’s chin, pulling his eyes towards him. “Ravish me?” Steve laughs. Eddie leans in with a bit lip. Steve’s lips meet him half way for a short, simple kiss. He pulls back with a sweet grin. “We wouldn’t be doing anything you haven’t done before, Harrington,” Eddie says as his finger travels down his chin to his adam’s apple and to his collarbone. Steve’s eyes light up. “This has all been pretty new, Munson,” he scoffs.
“Oh what, you think because it’s two guys it’s different?” Eddie says with a smirk as his finger tracks down his chest. “It’s still just two people who enjoy each other’s company and making each other feel good.” Steve chuckles as his finger twirls a curl in Eddie’s brunette locks. “That’s one way to simplify it,” he says under his breath.
Eddie plays with Steve’s happy trail and finally hooks his finger beneath his waistline. Steve’s eyes are pulled quickly towards him. The two have spoken of moving forward before but no one has initiated, until now. Nerves send shock waves out to Steve’s body. His touch hesitant and thought out. Eddie smiles as he crawls onto the living room floor and plants himself between Steve’s legs.
Steve watches as Eddie looks up at him with those “fuck me” eyes. God, did Steve want to but he is so nervous. He is more nervous now than his first time with Lacy Pickett. Eddie slowly spreads his legs as his hands smooth out the denim of his inner thighs’ jeans. Sharp breaths leave Steve’s nostrils as his chest tightens and he feels the blood leave his head.
“You can always tell me to stop, Steve,” Eddie says as he licks his bottom lip. “I promise it will be okay. We can try again another day.” He squeezes his hands against his inner thigh, massaging as he playfully taunts his groin. “I-I don’t want to wait another day,” Steve mutters softly. He could feel how hard he was for Eddie. He would not be able to leave without releasing some form of pressure. Eddie blushes as he bites his lip. “We’ll go slow,” he says with a nod.
Steve returns the nod as he reaches for his shirt, pulling it off rapidly. He then gently reaches for Eddie’s, but is met with hesitation. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he says as his worried eyes make another appearance. Eddie takes a deep breath as he sits back onto his knees. “I just-,” he laughs, trying to brush off his feelings. “I just haven’t gotten used to the scars yet.” Steve slightly smiles as he completely understands.
“I love your scars,” Steve says as he holds Eddie’s hand. Eddie scoffs as he keeps his eyes down. “They show how strong you are. How much you’ve been through. They are a part of you now,” he murmurs. “They’re disgusting,” Eddie adds with a sheepish smile. Steve shakes his head. “Not to me. To me, they scream bravery and strength. You saved us, you saved me. I love them, Eddie,” he says with all sincerity.
Eddie’s eyes finally make their way back to his. Steve slowly raises Eddie’s shirt, watching him for any sign of discomfort. Bites rest on the sides of his torso. One broke through his spider tattoo. Steve joins Eddie on the ground. He places a kiss onto each scar softly. Eddie jumps at ticklish spots, making them both laugh. “I love them,” he says as he places a kiss on Eddie’s lips. “I love yours,” Eddie adds.
Steve smirks. “So what the hell is a Paladin?” he asks. Eddie quickly shakes his finger no as he returns back on his knees. “No seriously. Can we go over that part again because-” “Will you stop talking, or do I have to make you shut up?” Eddie asks with a daring look. Steve scoffs as a grin sprawls across his face. “You might need to make me,” he jokes. Eddie smirks. “Shut up, and get your ass back on the couch,” he instructs with his finger pointed. Steve laughs with his hands up. He stands and follows Eddie’s demands. “Yes, sir,” he mutters. He sits with his legs spread and a growing mass at his groin. He leans back into the couch in excitement.
Eddie carefully unbuckles Steve’s belt. He lightly pulls it around his waist. Their eyes remain on each other. He then unbuttons his jeans and pulls them down. Steve lifts himself up so that his pants could pile at his ankles. Eddie glances at the thickly lined cock hidden under Steve’s boxers. Eddie could feel himself hardening at the thought of it. His tongue presses against the roof of his mouth as excitement hits him like a wave.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this,” Eddie mutters under his breath as he tugs onto his boxers. Steve quickly leans forward to place a sweet hand to Eddie’s cheek. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since we met in that shack,” he says with all sincerity. Eddie is speechless, completely frozen in shock. Not once did he imagine Steve returning the level of attraction and affection that Eddie had for him.
Without any more words being said, the two knew in that moment that they are not just a fling. They are not a curious experiment. They are not a frivolous mistake. There is something real between them. Something special, something they have never had before.
Eddie’s smile grows as he pulls down Steve’s waist line. Steve’s hand now behind his curled locks as his eyes remain on Eddie’s. A small gasp escapes Eddie’s mouth as he catches a full glance at the thick, girthy cock in front of him. The blood rushes quickly down to his groin, but he tries his best to stay on task.
Eddie lightly wraps his hand around its staff as Steve lets out shaky breaths. Eddie slowly makes his way up and rubs his thumb against the bead of pre-cum falling from its slit. He uses it as lube as he begins to strengthen his grasp. His eyes flick up towards Steve, just to see Steve struggling to maintain his slow breaths.
As he quickens his strokes, Eddie’s tongue dances against the back of his front teeth. He struggles to keep it in. Steve’s eyes begin to close as he rests his head back. Eddie can feel Steve's hips grinding against his forearms. He could feel the slight thrusts into his grasp. Eddie’s other hand lays flat and tight against Steve’s upper thigh.
Steve lets out slow, low-toned moans as he wriggles under Eddie. “Oh fuck,” he mumbles under his breath. His grip behind Eddie’s head becomes tighter. “Steve,” Eddie says, breaking Steve’s concentration. “Hold my hair up,” he demands. Steve quickly raises to gather as much of his thick hair as he could.
Eddie lowers his mouth onto the tip of his cock. Steve’s mouth opens widely and quickly shuts with a bit lip at the sight and sensation. Eddie’s tongue wraps around the head as his grasp tightens at its bottom. He lets out a sweet moan as he takes another inch in. Steve’s grasp of Eddie's hair tightens even harder as he watches Eddie take more of him in. “Shit, shit,” he whines as he begins to slowly thrust into his sweet mouth.
“Eddie, fuck,” Steve moans as his hips wiggle. Eddie takes in more as he squeezes Steve’s thigh. He grinds his own cock against the couch’s side. Eddie loves feeling Steve's thick cock in his mouth. It’s grooves and veins excite him, making him salivate. He rubs against it as it lightly rides down the center of his tongue. “C-can you take it all?” Steve softly blurts out, struggling to keep his breath. Eddie smiles at the request and takes in a deep breath from his nostrils. He takes as much as he can, with Steve’s hand guiding him down.
Steve releases a moan that Eddie will remember for the rest of his life. It was sweet, yet dominant. He loves it. He wants to hear it again and again. He lifts off Steve’s cock with drool seeping from the side of his mouth. Steve is still breathing heavily, now with a hand in his hair. Eddie goes back in taking a little bit more. “Shit, Eddie. Oh my god,” he says as he thrusts further into his mouth. Eddie lightly gags but fights to stay enthralled with Steve. He could feel his curls at the tip of his nose.
With a gentle movement, Eddie begins to play with Steve’s balls. Steve quickly and instinctually pulls back as to not overstimulate himself. Eddie begins to circle his tongue around his head once again. His thumb plays with the thick vein underneath his shaft.
Steve feels a familiar pit in his stomach. Without thinking, he begins to thrust into Eddie’s mouth lightly. Eddie encourages him by quickening his movements and licks. Steve thrusts quicker, harder into Eddie’s throat. His mind reeling as he feels his muscles tighten. “Oh fuck, Eddie. Oh god,” he moans breathlessly. Eddie can’t help but smile at the beautiful sounds. He knows he must be close.
The pit in Steve's stomach is growing in size. His toes tighten and straighten out. He feels tingles at the top of his head. “I’m cumming, Eddie. I-I’m cumming,” he yells. Eddie begins to feel the shots of salt within his mouth. The taste that brings an incredible rush of happiness through his body. Steve’s muscles tense and relax as he thrusts into Eddie’s mouth. He releases more than he would have expected.
With a final groan, Steve goes limp. His chest heaving. Sweat building at his collarbones. Eddie swallows and wipes off the drool from his chin. He slowly rises with a smile and sits next to Steve with his arm resting behind his head. “That was different,” Steve murmurs with his eyes slightly opening. Eddie’s brow peaks in curiosity. “It was better,” he adds with a light laugh. Eddie rolls his eyes and playfully bumps against his shoulder.
“Come here and kiss me,” Steve says, barely able to move. “Let me brush my teeth first,” Eddie answers with a smile as he attempts to stand. Steve quickly grabs his pants to pull him back down. “No, kiss me,” he whispers. Eddie’s smile pulls to its side. He gently pushes back strands of hair from Steve’s sweaty face. He places a soft kiss upon his lips. “You taste like heaven, and I can’t get enough,” Steve whispers between kisses. Eddie smiles until his cheeks hurt.
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Nancy leaned closer to him, putting her hand on his shoulder.
"Kid?" Hopper asked, and Steve sobbed, covering his mouth with his hand.
"I don't deserve this. I don't. I really don't." His voice was broken, strained, and Joyce gasped.
"Oh, honey. Who told you that?"
"No one. That's just...that's just how it works, right? Only...only people who deserve gifts get them. That's why I never got one. I didn't deserve it. I don't ever deserve it."
"Steve...that's not how it works." Nancy said softly, and Steve pulled away from her touch, shaking.
The kids didn’t seem to know what to say to that, except Dustin’s, who’s bright expression not moments before was dimmed.
"Steve. In this family, in this Party, everyone gives and gets gifts, no matter what. Even if they don't think that they deserve it. And, you do deserve it. You're a hero!"
"You saved us. You saved all of us countless times." Jonathan said, and Steve shook his head, tears flowing freely.
"No...no I didn't...I don't..."
Joyce wrapped him in a hug, cutting off the words that he was about to say, and he melted into her touch, his body shaking with suppressed sobs.
"Don’t say that, Steve. You deserve the world, honey. Don’t listen to anyone that says otherwise.”
“I don’t understand.” He cried, and Will’s eyes began tearing up, too. “This isn’t how it works! This isn’t right! None of this is right…none of it…”
Hopper got to his feet, a broken expression on his face, and ushered the kids out of the room, including Jonathan and Nancy. Dustin was the only one that stayed, refusing to leave Steve’s side no matter what.
Joyce pulled Steve into a hug, letting Steve sob into her shoulder. She gently ran a hand through his hair, whispering soft reassurances that she hoped that he would hear.
“You’re okay, sweetie, you’re okay.”
“Just keep breathing, Harrington. You’re doing great. Let it out.” Hopper said, putting a supportive hand on Steve’s knee, and Dustin helped keep the present in Steve’s lap, knowing that the older teen needed to know that it was still there.
None of them had seen Steve like this before. None of them really knew what to do, or how deep Steve’s apparent trauma went.
Dustin was horrified. Steve had never gotten a gift in his whole life? Was he really taught that people only got gifts if they were deemed deserving of it? That he never deserved one?
Then it suddenly made sense why everyone else had gotten such amazing gifts from him and he didn’t put any thought into receiving any for himself. Steve believed that they all deserved so much more than he did, as if he hadn’t survived the same experiences they did, as if he didn’t deserve it.
Dustin knew that he had to change that. He had to make Steve believe.
“Steve.” Dustin started as Steve’s cries became softer. “We care about you. You’ve done so much for us, for all of us, and you’re our family. We gave that gift because we love you, you’re my brother and I couldn’t just not get you a gift! And don’t you dare say that you don’t deserve it, because you do! Like Jonathan said, you’ve saved us from monsters and people alike, been there for us when we needed you, always, and you’re one of the best people that live in this town. This whole world, even! You deserve it! You deserve every gift in the world!”
“He’s right.” Hopper said. “Don’t listen to your parents, kid. You deserve it.”
Joyce nodded, kissing Steve’s forehead “We all love you, honey, you’re a part of our family. And, in this family, we give gifts because we want to and because we love you. You don’t have to do anything to get them.”
Steve sniffed against her shoulder, his eyes hooded with childish confusion. “Rーreally? I don’t…I don’t have to be good enough?”
“You were always good enough.” Joyce told him sternly, and Dustin saw something in Steve shift, as if he believed her.
He really hoped that he did.
Dustin barely even noticed when everyone else came in, surrounding Steve with as much comfort and support that they could, waiting patiently for Steve to face them once again. It took some time, but eventually Steve lifted his head, let Dustin wrap him in a quick hug, and turned back to the gift, taking a deep breath.
“Go for it, dude. It’s for you.” Lucas said, and Steve nodded, unwrapping the ribbon hesitantly. His hands shook as he removed the fabric and carefully took apart the wrapping, unveiling a box with a letter taped on the top.
“Which…which do I look at first?” He asked softly, and Hopper gave him a kind smile.
“Usually the letter, but I suggest opening the box first.”
Dustin smiled as Steve followed Hopper’s instructions, a soft expression bursting forth on Steve’s face as he took in the random gifts sprinkled inside, each placed by each of the members of the Party. A radio from Dustin. A D&D figurine from Will. A new cassette tape from Max. A polaroid photo of him and Dustin laughing from Jonathan. A new pair of sunglasses from Lucas and Mike. A coupon for a free hug from El.
Steve felt tears burn in his eyes as he took everything in, still confused, but filled with so much love and happiness. Was this how it felt? How it felt to get a gift, to be so loved by the people he cared for?
He was speechless. How could he thank all of them for such incredible gifts? How could he show his gratitude? He didn’t really know, but something told him that he didn’t have to.
“There’s one more.” Max said suddenly, breaking the silence, and pointing to the letter that he had put aside. He picked it up, feeling the paper inside with a light touch, not knowing what more it could be, knowing that he had already received enough.
“Now, there’s something you have to know about this gift, Steve.” Hopper explained, and Steve listened intently. “You don’t have to accept it. It’s just an option for you, and it’s completely your choice if you want to use it or not.”
Nancy chimed in. “We just thought that it would be a good gift, I know how badly you wanted this.”
Steve didn’t really know what to make of that, but, at Joyce’s kind encouragement, he opened the letter.
His breath hitched as he took out the paper, recognizing the professional formatting of the words, the logo in the corner. His hands shook as he read the sentences, tears now freely falling from his eyes, more sobs shaking his body.
He read it again. And again. Waiting for the words to change, to shoot down the dream that had been presented, but it never did. The words stayed the same.
“This…this can’t be real. This can’t be.” He whispered, but Joyce smiled.
“No, it’s real. Hopper, Nancy and I found a college that is willing to take you on. You can go to school. You can go to college.”
“Only if you want.” Hopper added. “Again, it’s just an option.”
“The first two years are paid for.” Nancy said, beaming as Steve took in all of their words with awe.
Steve couldn’t contain the smile that broke out on his face. He was full of so much joy and hope, hope that he hadn’t felt in a long time, and wrapped whoever was closest to him in a hug, Dustin hugging back with a laugh.
“Merry Christmas, Steve!” He yelled, and all of the other kids joined in, dogpiling around Steve in the biggest hug the group ever had together. Joy and laughter filled the room once again, and Steve took it in with a bigger smile than he ever remembered having.
His heart wasn’t heavy with all of the Christmas' he spent alone, without gifts. His heart was light, lighter than he even knew was possible, and knew that he finally had a family that loved him, one that would give him gifts and love that he still didn’t really understand. And nothing could make him happier.
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Date Night (Surprise!) Steve X Reader
Warnings: Smitten Steve, Wonderful, Proud Wife. Smut for sure. Cameo from Steve's dad.
Word Count: 2140
Steve loses his balance as he crashes in through the apartment’s front door. “Shit! Fucking hell. They need to come fix that.” Steve mutters to himself. The door had been getting stuck so occasionally you guys had to push into it with a little force. The apartment you shared wasn’t glamourous but it worked for you both. A few months after you two got married, Steve left his job at his dad’s business to work for a marketing firm downtown so he wasn’t making the same money he was before. Currently, his office was the mail room but he knew if he worked hard, he’d make his way up the ladder.
“Steven”, Mr. Harrington reaches around his shoulder pulling him in so only his son could hear. “Look, you’re a married man now. You have a wife to take care of. Now is not the time to be chasing silly dreams. Come back to the office. Your job is still there.”
Steve shimmied out of his father’s embrace. “Yeah, thanks for the support, Dad but I think my wife and I will be ok.”
“Will she be ok living in a dump till you decide to get your life together!?”
“She will.” You voice comes up from behind Steve as you plant yourself firmly by his side. “She has faith in her husband and I know he can achieve whatever he sets his mind to.” You glare at his father as you add, “But thanks for your concern.”
Steve’s dad huffs as he turns to make his way through the party guests. Steve’s arm comes up to wrap around your shoulder as you in turn wrap your arms around his waist looking up at him admiringly.
“Will you marry me?”
You smile, leaning on your tip toes to give him a kiss. “I already did! There was a ceremony and everything. You should have been there.” His teeth flash as he laughs at you, kissing the tip of your nose. “Steve, you know I don’t care right? As long as we’re together I don’t care where we are.” His hand moves down your back rubbing it comfortingly.
“I know, babe. I know.”
It takes him awhile before he actually makes note of his surroundings. The apartment lights are dimmed and there are candles spread out on the dining room table. The scent coming from the kitchen smells delicious. There’s soft music playing on the record player from the living room.
“Uh, Honey? I think we were robbed by nice people!”
“Steve Harrington, what the hell are you talking about.” You reply with giggle as you make your exit from the bedroom down the hall. Steve’s jaw drops as the papers he was holding slips from his grasp. You’re wearing this beautiful red silk dress that’s hugging your curves just right. Your hair was flowing down over your shoulders just the way you know Steve liked. On your feet were shimmering red heels with a strap that wrapped around your ankles.
“Did…what…am…” Steve stammers out trying to form words. “Am I dying?”
You laugh at him as you coyly bite your bottom lip. “No, you goofball. I just know you’ve been working really hard at the firm and you had your interview today to move up so I wanted to surprise you. Show you how proud I am of you.”
He’s still frozen by the door staring at you. You glide over to him, reaching for his hand, and guide him over to a chair at the kitchen table. Leaning over him you pull off his suit jacket and place it delicately on the chair behind him. You head for the kitchen, coming back with a big dish of pasta you know is Steve’s favorite.
“Baby”, he sighs in disbelief, “You really didn’t have to do all this for me.”
“I know I didn’t have to. I wanted to.” You reach for the bottle of wine and hand it to him so he can pop it open. You lean at the same time he does to take it from you. “Honey, it’s ok for someone to be proud of you.” He reaches up and places two fingers under your chin guiding you to his lips.
“I don’t deserve you.” He says as he uncorks the wine. He pours himself a glass but as he reaches over to pour you one you cover the top with your hand.
“No. None for me tonight. I’m ok with water.”
You both talk about his day as you two devour the dinner you made him. His eyes light up when he tells you about his interview and how his boss complimented his ideas. Steve was always so handsome to you like this. Well, he was handsome all the time, but something about the way he gets so animated when he’s excited just makes those butterflies come back in your stomach.
Suddenly, the home phone rings loudly through the apartment. Steve’s head turns to make eye contact with you knowingly. You push his arm with your hand.
“Answer it!”
He makes his way towards the counter and you get up to follow close behind. You place your palms together in a praying motion as he lets out one last nervous sigh and answers the phone.
“Hello? Yes Mr. Wellington, thank you for getting back to me.”
You dance on your toes nervously as you watch his face for any signs of good or bad news.
“No. No, not a problem. I appreciate the opportunity. Ok. Bye.” He responds with a flat tone as he hangs up the phone. He hovers there for a few minutes making you worry.
“Steve?”
His eyes flick towards yours as a slow smile creeps across his face. “I got it.”
“Oh my god!” you shout as you dive into his arms wrapping your own around his neck. He picks you up, twirling you around. “What did he say? When do you start?”
He delicately places you back on your feet as he runs his fingers excitedly through his hair. “Um, yeah, he said he really likes my attitude and style. I move out of the mail room Monday.”
“Oh, baby, I’m so happy for you. Now,” you reach for his hand pulling him towards the bedroom. “I can give you your other 2 surprises.”
“Oh, Y/N”, he responds exaggeratedly, placing his free hand on his chest. “I don’t know if I can handle any more surprises.”
“Oh, come on, old man. I believe in you.” He lets out a chuckle as he lets you tug him all the way to the bed you guys share. “Can you do me a favor and unzip this for me?” You turn your back to him and motion towards the zipper on the back of your dress. Steve reaches up and pulls it down to the middle of your back. “Thank you. Now, sit here, and close your eyes.”
He immediately does what he’s told. Steve listens intently as he hears you shuffle around the room. It isn’t long before he hears your soft seductive voice speak to him again.
“Ok, you can open your eyes now.”
Slowly, his eyes fluttered open. You replaced the dress you were wearing with maroon lingerie. The lacy nightie was completely see through and flowed down just barely near the top of your thighs. Underneath was a pair of panties that covered you just so. Your heels were still wrapped around your feet. Steve eyes widened as he drank you in. His silence and lack of movement scared you bit making you think maybe he didn’t like it. You start rambling with a low shy tone.
“I saw you looking at it when we were at the mall. I, uh, set aside some money and –” You are interrupt by the pull of your husband’s hands on your waist as he tugs you towards him. His hands slide up your sides and around your back. He gently turns you around to look at everything.
“You’re so…beautiful.” You feel his palms move to your ass as he lightly pushes you forward till you fall on top of him. As your legs straddle his hips, you can feel his bulge straining against his pants. His hands continue to roam the material of the nightie as you start to grind against him. He lets out a soft moan, leaning his head forward to suck on your breasts through the lace. You run your hands through his hair, pulling him closer as you let out a small gasp of pleasure when you feel his teeth tenderly pull at your nipple. You tug on his hair to bring his head up so you can kiss his lips. He lets out groan as he feels you slide to the floor at the edge of the bed.
You undo his belt and unzip his slacks, springing his cock free. Leaning forward, you slowly take him into your mouth. You hear him grunt above you as you feel his heads pull your hair back into a ponytail so he can look at you. You grip his thighs for leverage as you take him all the down to the back of your throat making you gag.
Steve quietly mutters a “fuck” as you start to move at a faster pace smearing your spit along his shaft. He can’t take it anymore. You feel him lean forward and pull you off him. He kisses you roughly before placing you next to him on your stomach as he rolls on top of you. The metal of the belt is a cold contrast between his fully clothed body making you shiver.
His hands travel up your body with him as he places kiss on every part of your skin he passes. He brushes your hair to one side, resting his chin on your shoulder as he reaches to hold your hand. He uses his other hand to tease your entrance with his tip.
“Tell me you want me.” Steve whispers his husky tone in your ear.
You turn your head slightly to meet his gaze. “Please, Steve. I want you. I want to feel you.”
He pushes himself inside of you with one thrust making you both moan. The hand that was holding himself comes up to grab your other hand. You prop up on your elbows as he kisses your back and neck. You head leans into the mattress as you try to stifle the moans falling from your lips as he sets a brutal, almost animalistic pace. You feel his warm breath as he leans his face into your neck, his lips brushing your ear. The sound of his voice and pleasure making you clench around him.
“Cum for me, Y/N. I want to feel you cum. I love you. I’m so glad you’re mine. Cum for me, baby.”
The coil inside your belly snaps as you cum hard, reaching your hand around you to pull him towards you, giving him a sloppy kiss. His tongue invades your mouth as slows his pace focusing on his own high. The sound of his hips slapping against you echoes as he delivers a few more hard thrusts until you feel the warmth of his cum spilling inside you.
As he slowly pulls out of you, he rolls on to his side bringing you with him. You can feel his chest moving quickly as he tries to catch his breath. He lets go of your left hand as he runs it up and down the lace again making you giggle.
“You like it, huh?”
He smiles into your shoulder. “I do!” Steve turns you onto your back and cups your face as he kisses your lips. “Thank you for this. It was a nice surprise.”
“You still have one more.” You stick your tongue out at him as he emits a playful groan.
“Honey!” He shouts after you as you hop off the bed and head for the closet. “I think this was enough. I’m not becoming president you know!”
“President Harrington. Hm. I like it.” You grin at him as you jump back onto the bed with a box in your hand. You shake it at him and he snatches it from, tearing it open.
He freezes again. His eyes quickly dart from you to the contents of the gift. Steve reaches in and pulls out a tiny green onesie. You place your chin on his shoulder as he reads what’s on it out loud. “I’m daddy’s favorite.”. His fingers reach for pregnancy test that’s taped to the hanger. Positive.
He pulls back from you and cups your cheeks with hands. “For real? Are you serious?” You nod your head as he pulls you excitedly onto his lap. “Wow! We’re going to parents! Y/N, oh my god. I’m going to be a dad!”
You laugh as he practically smothers you in his arms. “So, Daddy, who do we tell first?”
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you are where I belong
Paring: Steve Harrington x Witch!Reader
Summary: A little glimpse into the life you’ve built in Hawkins, side by side with your soulmate, Steve, as the two of you get ready to celebrate Halloween. (Continuation of Feral Love, it’ll make more sense if you’ve read the series, however it should be fine to read on its own!)
Word count: 2.8k
Warnings: maybe some language? suggestive themes if you squint, briefest mention of loss and mourning, but the rest is strictly absolute fluff.
A/N: hi y’all! It’s been a minute since I’ve posted! Like mentioned above, this is a little continuation of Feral Love, but I think it can still be read alone if you haven’t read that series! Either way, I hope y’all enjoy! Title is from paper route’s ‘sugar’. Also, please don’t mind me scrambling to catch up on missing the last two weekends of lil Halloween fics lol. Thanks for your patience and support! <3
A year has passed since you and Steve crossed paths in this life. One year since you, quite literally, crashed into his house and life, escaping your family and their destructive values. One year since you faced your sister, Victoria, to rid the world of her cruelty, to keep Steve, his friends, Hawkins, all safe and sound.
One year since you made a deal with Death herself, sending you into the Upside Down, keeping your end of the promise, so long as Steve was kept safe.
It had been one year since Death saw the love you had for Steve, the way you had sacrificed your own life to protect him. The way you vowed to destroy the Upside Down to keep everyone safe, to finally end the pain and suffering that had been looming over Hawkins for years. Death saw your efforts and resilience driven by your love, and gave you a second chance, letting you continue and keep this life with Steve, for as long as life would actually allow.
“Steve, honey, can you hang these lights for me? You’re taller than I am.” You ask Steve, holding out a bundle of string lights to him while you pout his way. Steve’s eyes narrow through his wire frame glasses at you, but still can’t hide the smile curling at the edge of his lips as he grabs the lights.
Steve steps up to the counter, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead, and you feel the same butterflies you’ve felt every day this past year with him. You’ve felt this way in this life and your shared past life, and you can’t imagine existing without the warmth and safety his tiny gestures hold.
It’s been one year, and you’re happy. The two of you are truly safe. You moved in with Steve and Robin into the house they shared, and you eventually opened a cozy, quaint cafe in downtown Hawkins. You loved selling tea blends, knowing you were making a small, but good difference in people’s lives when they indulged in their hot cups of tea. You made others feel cozy, comfortable, and safe.
‘Safe’ had to have become your favourite word in the past year.
You lean your elbows onto the counter, watching as Steve presses up on his toes to reach a wooden beam above him, hanging the string lights across old nails left behind by the previous owners. When he stretches up, a sliver of his hip is revealed as his cozy sweater rides up. You can’t help but let your gaze travel over his body, letting yourself become lost in the intimate memories you’ve shared with him in the last year. Heat creeps up your face, standing your peach fuzz on end as you continue to silently admire Steve from across the room.
“Sugar, if you just wanted to stare, you could’ve told me.” Steve teases, glancing over his shoulder at you. The nickname is still fairly new to you, making your stomach flip each time he uses it. It’s sticky sweet, dripping in admiration and care for you, and it’s just another one of those tiny gestures that wraps you up in that warm, safe feeling with Steve.
You clear your throat as you stand up, rocking back and forth on your heels. “Sorry, can’t help it, love.”
Steve finishes up the string of lights before plugging them in; a soft, orange haze glows over the cafe, making the atmosphere even warmer. Your face lights up at the change across the shop, and Steve notices, smiling as he admires your happiness before striding across the room to meet you. His hands wrap around your waist, tugging you closer to him, and you collapse into a hug, arms squeezing him back with a great force that makes him laugh.
“Anything else you want me to hang up?” Steve asks, one hand reaching to your back, gently rubbing it as he presses a kiss to the top of your head. You shake your head, face buried in the soft, knit yarn of his sweater.
“That was the last of it. Thank you, love.” You mumble, getting lost in the comfort of the hug. “We’re ready for the best time of the year, now!”
Steve chuckles, pulling your face back gently as he looks down at you, hand caressing your cheek. “And we can actually enjoy fall together, this time.”
You press up on your feet, lips meeting his to kiss him gently, and Steve smiles into the kiss as he hugs your body closer to his. He flicks his tongue against your bottom lip, and you part your lips, taking him in, sighing into the kiss as it deepens. Steve backs you up to the counter, lifting you onto it before kissing across your jaw and down your neck, making you shiver under his touch.
“Steve!” You giggle, head lolling to the side as your eyes flutter shut in bliss while his soft lips linger on your neck.
“What? It’s not like the shop’s open right now.” Steve teases, nipping at your skin, earning a whimper out of you as he soothed the spot over with his tongue.
“Yeah, but-“ You pause, holding back a groan as his large hands trail up under your shirt, fingers tracing over your belly as he reaches further up. “- Let’s go home, love. We can finish this there.”
Steve sighs, resting his head on your shoulder for a moment in defeat as you giggle again, and he pulls back, admiring the way you looked flustered. He smirks before pulling his hands out of your shirt and nodding.
“You’re right, sorry, sugar.” Steve says, holding a hand out to help you down off the counter. He doesn’t let go when you reach the floor, only laces his fingers between yours. “It’s getting late, anyway.”
The two of you gather your belongings before you lock up shop, and begin walking to Steve’s car. You give his hand a quick squeeze before letting go, smiling up at him.
“Keep calling me that, and I’ll be putty in your hands all night, love.”
———
The month of October was filled with Halloween festivities. Nearly every day you kept busy with fun ways to celebrate with Steve, and usually the rest of the Party, too.
It was such a welcomed change compared to the year prior. From adventuring to the pumpkin patch with Steve and the kids, getting lost in a corn maze, scary movie nights— that you swore Steve only planned to cuddle with you more— and planning out your costume, these memories were slowly becoming priority in your mind over the war during last year’s October.
“What do you mean you’ve never had apple cider?” You whisper across the cafe’s counter, staring at El in disbelief.
She stares back for a moment before shrugging, not understanding the big fuss. While she’s a little older now- all the kids are, slowly growing away from the title as children- she still holds the same innocence and pure wonder she’s always carried. You wonder if it’ll be something she wears no matter what age she reaches.
You quickly whip up a batch of hot cider for the party, pouring it into round, little mugs for them all. You hand El’s mug to her, and as the warmth hits her palms, she beams a bright smile as a thank you before rushing back to the table.
Overhearing Dustin grumble, “Aw man, how’d you get yours first?!” to El, you giggle, looking over to Steve, setting up some pumpkins the kids painted in the cafe’s front window, humming to the songs over the radio.
Not wanting to bother him, you snap your fingers, sending the mugs up in the air before smoothly sailing over to the round table in the corner of the shop the kids have claimed as their own. You watch as Will’s eyes follow the mugs from above before they float down gently to the table. He’s wearing a grin that could be seen for miles; you can only hope and help where you can to make sure that happiness he always deserves lasts forever.
In a way, these kids that had become Steve’s found family, became yours, too. Just how Steve would do anything to protect them, you’d also do whatever you could to keep them safe and happy.
Arms wrap around your waist from behind before Steve speaks softly, “You might become their favourite grown-up next.”
You chuckle as you spin in his arms, admiring the way the orange lights glow over Steve’s features as he smiles down at you. You press up on the balls of your feet, reaching to kiss him softly for a moment before letting yourself back down.
“What? No way, they adore you too much.” You say to Steve, to which he shrugs playfully.
“You say that like they don’t adore you, too.” Steve counters, leaning down to kiss you. As his lips meet yours, a round of hollers and comments like ‘Gross! Ew!’, echo out into the room. Steve sighs, rolling his eyes before looking back at the party.
“Hey, shitheads, behave,” He warns as he points a finger to them. You tilt your head into his chest, trying to hide your laughter. “You’re lucky Y/N didn’t hex the cider.”
Feigning offense, you gasp, playfully pushing Steve’s arm as you face the kids, half of them pausing mid-sip.
“Don’t listen to this big goofball, I would never.” You reassure, and the kids laugh it off, going back to their conversations. Max, though, still looks over at you curiously, before asking what’s on her mind.
“Don’t you jump off the roof or something on Halloween?” Max asks, genuinely curious. The question still takes you aback; you never mentioned that tradition to anyone except…
“Shut up!” Dustin hisses across the table, and Max shrugs as she holds her hands up.
“What? You’re the one that talked about it!”
Dustin’s eyes flick from Max to you, to Steve, nervous, but you laugh heartily at his reaction.
“To answer the question Mr. Big Mouth had given you, technically yes,” You begin, taking a sip of your own cider, watching as Dustin shrinks in his seat, smiling off his own embarrassment. The rest of the conversations fade out, all eyes on you, patiently waiting. “But usually, it’s with the coven… which doesn’t really exist anymore, so there’s no point or excitement with just one witch, really.”
“What? Are you kidding? That’d still be so cool!” Lucas exclaims, and you watch Will and Mike nod in agreement.
“It was just- it’s very silly alone, you guys would not be interested in seeing that.” You try playing it off, but the kids all speak up at once, spewing their thoughts about the cafe.
“What was it for?” El asks, speaking up just enough above the chatty voices among her. The kids quiet down once more, looking back to you for another answer.
Steve gives your arm a comforting squeeze before you go on.
“It’s kind of a tie-in for Samhain, at least for our coven it was. Everyone has different ways of celebrating.” You explain cautiously, hoping it made sense to everyone around you. “Samhain is the time of year the veil is the thinnest between our world and the afterlife. So, jumping was sort of my coven’s way of cleansing our minds and souls before we would communicate with our ancestors. Y’know, kind of like… shaking off a bad mood.
“It’s not necessary for me now, though. It’s simply a ritual without much meaning when I have no one to contact anymore…” You trail off, thinking of how you’re the last left of your family, your coven. You shake your head as if to shake out the negative thoughts, “But- but that’s alright! We’re making new traditions, and I’m thankful you’ve all included me in your fun festivities this year.”
Understanding not to continue the subject, the kids nod and move on back to their previous conversations. You look back at Steve to see the small smile of sympathy he gives you, and reach for his hand, squeezing in return as a silent ‘thank you’.
———
Later that night, as you and Steve climb under the covers, cuddling up into one another, the topic comes back up once more.
“Hey, sugar,” Steve pulls you close to him, kissing your head softly. You stay silent, wrapping your arms around his body. “I’m sorry about earlier. The kids— they didn’t mean it, but-“
“That’s all, Steve. The kids didn’t mean it, they’re just curious, as they should be. It’s okay, really.” You interject, trying to reassure Steve. Still, he sighs heavily, tilting your face up to his with his finger lifting your chin gently.
“What about your parents?”
“My- my parents? Steve, you know what happened last year, right?”
“Right- yeah- yes— I know that.” Steve speaks quickly, “Can’t you try to communicate with them this year, though?”
The thought has crossed your mind many times this month alone, and you have considered it, but ultimately, what would you say? What would they say? Would they even answer to any attempts of divination? The relationship you had with your family was always strained, it wasn’t really worth the effort to reach out, even into the liminal space.
Still, even if it were worth attempting, overall, this was where you were meant to be all along. Wherever Steve was, that’s where you belonged. Nothing could change that force built upon a bond between soulmates.
“That part of my life is well over now, love.” You reply, voice shaky yet certain in your words. You reach up to cup Steve’s face in your hands, gazing at him with admiration and unconditional love. “I’ve found my real family, here, with you and yours.”
Steve stares back, searching your face for any signs of doubt or regret, but you remain calm, holding your statement strong. Steve runs his hands through your hair gently, peppering your face in soft and sweet kisses, making you giggle under his touch.
“I-“ he pauses to kiss your temple, “- love you-“ another kiss to your forehead, “-forever-“ he kisses the swell of your cheek as you continue laughing, “- and ever-“ a kiss to your nose, “- and ever”, his lips finally meet yours, and you melt into the kiss.
As you pull back with a grin, you look at Steve longingly before teasing him, “Sounds like someone else earned the nickname ‘sugar’.”
His face blushes up as he rolls his eyes, wrapping his arms around you, holding you close.
“You’ll always have a family with us. You’ll always have a place to call home with us.” Steve reassures, though you knew, you felt it strongly. Still, his affirmations were comforting, always.
“You are where I belong, Steve.” You murmur into the crook of his neck, kissing his skin lightly. Steve squeezes you again, at a loss of words perfect enough for a response.
Pulling back, you admire his features for a moment before speaking again, “We should get to sleep, we’ve got a big day tomorrow helping the kids with their costumes before trick-or-treating.”
“I think you are more excited for trick-or-treating than the party has ever been,” Steve teases, and you stick your tongue out in response.
“I’ve never done it before!” You counter, pinching Steve’s arm, to which he laughs at. “It’s a good thing Robin’s helping us with our zombie makeup.”
“I’m well aware you’ve never trick-or-treated, otherwise you wouldn’t have picked the most overrated Halloween costume,” Steve continues teasing, sneakily reaching his fingers out to begin tickling you. Your laugh rings out loudly through the room, and Steve is at ease when the sound hits his ears, admiring the smile growing across your face.
Steve pauses for a moment, drinking the sight of you, joyful, lost in safety and bliss with his goofy antics as your giggles slow down. You take the opportunity to flip the two of you over, hovering above Steve. His grin mirrors yours while he blushes again underneath you, reaching his hand up to cradle the side of your face. You lean into his touch, still catching your breath from your laughter.
Your eyes dart over to the clock on the nightstand, reading 12:00 AM, and glance back down at Steve excitedly. “It’s midnight, it’s officially Halloween!”
Steve chuckles at your enthusiasm, “Happy Halloween, sugar.” He pulls you down to catch your lips in a soft, slow kiss. The spark you’ve had in this life and the past, had never faded. It’d continue to shine bright into the next life, too.
Pulling back a bit, you gaze at Steve, feeling lucky that things fell into place the way they did one year ago, and how you’d never, ever take any moment longer with Steve for granted.
As if reading your mind, Steve murmurs against your lips your thought from earlier, “You are where I belong, Y/N.”
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Redamancy
The act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full.
Steve Harrington. Residential popular boy until high school came and went. Now, he was actively clawing to stay relevant or at least, a ladies man.
Steve Harrington. Childhood crush since the sandbox incident in first grade. And perhaps you could throw unrequited love interest into the mix.
Maybe you should’ve read the signs that he wasn’t interested when you saw him and Robin at the mall. Or when he stopped hanging out with you after joining his “cool” gang. Or when he would try to not stare so much at you in algebra or across the room during lunch. You weren't sure about his feelings anymore. He always hid everything.
You didn’t mean to pine for him for so long. You knew you shouldn't have. But that chance encounter after Nancy broke up with him made you think you had some semblance of a chance. You didn’t want to be the rebound, but how your heart swelled when your eyes met his, your lips upturned in an easy smile. The party seemed to slow in front of you, bodies becoming blurry and your eyes only focusing on his figure coming to you.
If this was anything like the movies you’d seen and dreamed of, you hoped it would end with him confessing his mutual feelings for you and not him taking your face in his hands and kissing you sloppily. You could practically taste the spiked punch on his lips.
You pushed him off, staring at him in shock. He inches closer, his sweaty hands trying to bring you back to kiss you again but you refuse. “Steve?” You whisper to him.
He just stares at you, eyes flickering back and forth, you don't recognize the look. But something about it feels so innocent, so soft. It feels like he’s searching for something deep within you. You shake your head, tears brimming in your eyes. “I’m not Nancy.”
He reeks of punch and hairspray. “I know that.” He manages out.
His hands come back, one hand resting at the nape of your neck, his fingers entangled in your hair. The other caresses your cheek. The feeling made you feel so warm, so loved. You were delighted in his gentle yet sloppy touch, internally screaming for more of the connection.
But you weren’t sure about him anymore, about the things he wanted. It seemed to be a shitty year for him.
Certainly, someone who made it their mission to get over you with cliques and drama didn’t deserve you.
But you were anything if not human in your possibly unrequited feelings.
“Steve.” You say again. You break out of the trance to step back. The moment was accompanied by sounds of loud teens and music, you shook your head again and darted for the door.
Steve mumbles out your name but it gets lost in the sea of screams and synths. You’re out the door by the time he searches for you in the crowd.
He can’t stop thinking about you at work. He stares at the chocolate chip flavor ice cream and thinks of how you dropped yours in the sandbox in the first grade. How he gave you his without a second thought. Robin thinks there’s something wrong with him. And it wasn’t just the pathetic attempts at trying to chat up customers. She said he looked - what’s that word again? Forlorn.
This whole time he thought he wanted Nancy back, but he couldn’t get you out of his head. He missed your laugh, the snorts that would follow. The way you smelled followed him and the way you looked at him that night at the party, the tears in your eyes, haunted him.
He regretted so much of his later high school experience. He regretted being such an asshole. What good did it bring if you were locked out of his life?
He sees you pass by on your way to work at the diner in the mall. He tries to bury his feelings by asking out the random girls he serves but every time he’s turned down it comes back full force.
“Whatever happened to that girl you liked?” Dustin asks from behind the binoculars.
“Which one?” Steve asks. There must’ve been so many Dustin was referring to.
“That one that you always talk about, likes the same "nerd stuff" I do? Pretty? Cool?”
“That’s not my type.” Steve dodges the question, but nonetheless has a clear image of you in his head.
“Oh yeah? What is your type again? Not cool?” Dustin deadpans.
Steve huffs. “Alright, time’s up, give me the binoculars.”
Dustin passes them, eager to get on with his Russian mission. Steve scans the area, he’s about to give up on this whole mission when he lands on the sign of the diner you work at. He can’t help but focus on you at the register, deep in conversation with another co-worker and bursting into laughter. A captivated smirk came onto his face.
“You should probably go talk to her. She’s definitely a step up from the girls from the shop - actually from all those girls you've been trying to ask out.” Dustin says.
Steve looks up from the binoculars. “What’re you talking about?”
Dustin laughs. “You’re so obvious. Whatever happened to not letting girls know that you care?”
Steve shrugs. Stupid advice anyways.
Steve tries to not think of you when everything goes downhill in a span of a few hours. If he died without having said anything to you, even so much as an apology, he thinks the guilt would’ve killed him instead.
“Have you.....ever been in love?” Robin’s raspy voice asks him.
They’re just coming down from their highs and sprawled out on the floors of the bathroom. The near-death experience had scared him shitless enough to rethink a lot of things.
“Yup. Nancy Wheeler. First semester, senior year.”
“Bullshit. She’s such a priss.”
He hums. “Turns out, not really.”
“Are you still in love with Nancy?”
“No.” He says, a little too quick.
Robin’s interest is piqued. “Why not?”
“I think it’s because I found someone who’s a little bit better for me.” He fiddles with the frayed ends of his uniform.
“There’s this girl, the one I like. It’s somebody that I.....kind of ignored in high school. I didn’t mean to but I just know Tommy H would’ve made fun of me. Or I wouldn’t have been prom king. It’s all just a bunch of bullshit anyway but when I think about it, this girl knows me. Inside and out. She always has. I should’ve been hanging out with her the whole time.”
He breathes out, hands shaking as he confesses what he’s bottled up for so long.
“First of all, she’s hilarious. She would have me in stitches all the time,” he chuckles. “She’s such a nerd, she likes Star Wars and math and books and things I made fun of. And she’s so smart. Probably much smarter than me. What do you think?”
“Of?”
“The girl.”
“She sounds awesome.”
“Yeah,” he nods solemnly. “And what about the guy?”
“I think there is something seriously wrong with him. To have something real right in front of him and leave it for something so fake.”
“Yeah, I’m an idiot.” He whispers.
“Have you told her? How you feel?”
Steve shakes his head. “I feel like all the bad I’ve done to her...I just deserve the rejection at this point.”
“You never know until you try. Maybe she feels the same.”
“Yeah maybe.” He concludes.
He didn’t think he’d survive the Russians but he does. With one evil defeated, he thinks the worst is over. And it would’ve been until Billy showed up.
The kids are ready for him, shaky, but on guard. Steve can see Billy’s figure illuminated under the neon mall lights and his heart drops when he sees what he’s carrying.
You’re in Billy’s arms, unconscious and beat up but hopefully still alive. Still dressed in your diner uniform, Billy had snatched you up close to after hours and was planning on putting you to good use. He’d laid you down close by but still far from everyone’s reach.
Everyone’s eyes widened when they realized who he had. They hadn’t planned for this. Heather had gone long ago and if Billy’s plan was for you to become the next Heather, then you were in very dangerous territory.
“That can’t be-” Dustin asks but he’s interrupted by Steve.
“That’s it.” He grits. His knuckles are white and he feels the adrenaline rush through him. Nancy glances at him. The sheer determination is what she saw but the fear is what drove him. She signaled El.
The kids alter their plan to distract Billy so Steve has a shot at pulling you away from the danger. If the Mind Flayer gets anywhere near you, you’re as good as dead.
El gets the Mind Flayer going, letting it try its luck at her. She’s got Billy right where she needs him when she gives Steve the signal.
Steve’s never run so fast in his life. He only gets angrier at the eldritch terror as he comes closer to your body, bloody knicks marking your cherubic face, and a bleeding side wound. You clearly put up a fight.
“No, no, no, no.” He utters in shock, lifting your upper body and supporting your neck with his left arm. His hand grabs at your cheeks, shaking you to gain some response.
“Hey! Come on, wake up! Please.” He cries. When he gets no response he brings you up to his chest, hugging you as tight as he can.
The smell he remembers is there but coated in dirt and slime and blood. He’s horrified. He can’t close his eyes for fear that you’ll pass.
“Not you. Please not you. Come on, wake up.” He rocks you back and forth. “You can’t leave me too. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. About everything. I'll do anything please, wake up."
He feels you stir under him just then, wincing in pain and moving as slowly as your body would let you.
“Steve?” You mumble his name incoherently.
It’s a miracle he hears it among the commotion in the background. You feel the stinging pain in your side and your hand shoots up to touch it.
“Hey, hey, no. It’s okay. You’re okay.” He takes your hand in his and squeezes it reassuringly.
He’s thankful, so thankful that whatever being there was beyond the Mind Flayer let you come back to him.
“Am I going to die here?" You cry, unable to move without feeling white-hot pain throughout your body.
“No, okay? Just stay with me."
“Steve.” You groan. Your eyes feel so heavy, but he urges you to stay awake. It just feels impossible.
“No hey, we don’t have to talk right now. Okay? Stay with me, please. When this is all over I’ll take you on a hundred dates. You can yell at me, hit me, do whatever you want but stay with me.” He pleads.
A roar startles you both, and upon seeing the Mind Flayer charge to reap its pound of flesh, Steve accepts his fate. He shields you and buries your face in his neck, bracing himself.
The impact never comes. Instead, he hears screams and wills himself to open his eyes. Billy stands just inches away, tendrils impaling him as El lays on the floor in front of you both.
Steve’s shaking worse than before, he’s in shock. He almost thinks El’s dead but she’s a sobbing mess. Everything stops and the Mind Flayer falls dead.
He can hear Max’s cries for Billy. The silence that follows is deafening. Steve immediately looks down at you, making sure you’re still alive. When you wince in pain, he takes some comfort in it.
He kisses your forehead and utters profuse apologies and thanks. With whatever strength you can muster, you squeeze his hand in reassurance.
You sit in the booth, waiting for Steve to come back with the ice cream. You're humming along to the music coming from the loudspeaker in the shop absentmindedly. Today was part of many recoveries.
Steve smiles warmly when he returns, passing you it and watching as you take an eager bite. Chocolate chip, without fail.
“Final verdict?” He clapped his hands together in anticipation.
“It's gonna be a hard pass from me. Scoops did it better.” You giggle, breaking your faux serious face.
“Damn.” He smirked.
You both broke into a fit of laughter, his shoulders bouncing with glee.
Your hand came across the table to hold his, fingers interlocking. You finally realized what that look at the party meant. That gaze he held. He was in love. Completely and utterly at its mercy.
It’s been three months since the battle at Starcourt Mall. Your side is somewhat healed but the scar will always be there to remind you of the ordeal. Steve’s nightmares about losing you to the Mind Flayer are starting to fade. You managed to get an internship outside of Hawkins doing what you loved and Steve was going with Robin the next day to see if the video store was hiring.
Steve kept his promise. The first date you two had was out of the hospital. It was scary at first, acknowledging bottled up feelings and things from the past that neither of you wanted to own up to before. But when he finally confessed and made it up to you in a million ways, you caved. Since then, dates have become sweeter and funnier, they surpassed the good old days.
You’d like to think things have changed for the better now. Hell, you even managed to convince Steve to start looking at colleges. You wanted to get out of Hawkins as soon as you’d saved up enough and graduated. But for now, you were taking it one day at a time.
You think you’ve earned your soft epilogue, here with him. At least the peace you read about in books. The kind where you can finally breathe. The calm after the storm.
#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington x reader#stranger things imagine#felt so nice to write for my chaotic boy again
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Fathers in Stranger Things
This recent conversation about family acceptance in ST has made me think a lot about fathers in the show. I believe that a central theme in the story is acceptance. Acceptance of the supernatural, acceptance of differences, acceptance of one another. This dovetails into other key themes - forgiveness, friendship, and love - but in the context of parents and, specifically, Mike and Will, I think acceptance is an interesting way to think about how fathers or father figures play in their eventual relationship.
Every father on the show is an absent figure. This is for two reasons: to illustrate how much more hands-off raising children was in the 80s; and to highlight the role mothers play in the development of our characters. This also links into broader, structural themes, such as heterosexuality, patriarchy, and gender roles. On a simple level, the fathers are absent because it is the mothers who do the child rearing. This absence, however, also reveals the lack of paternal support in the lives of our core characters, and as a result, the supplementation of father figures. This dovetails into a theme that carries throughout the show - that of found families - but when it comes to Mike and Will’s development, together and separately, this relates importantly to how they will come to see themselves as young, probably gay, men.
Fathers
To start, I’ll briefly overview the main fathers of the series. We can largely group them as absent but harmless, or absent and harmful.
Ted Wheeler is an apathetic feature in Mike’s life. He is typically involved in scenes that underscore the domestic discord of the Wheeler household, and his role is primarily to show how unhappy Karen is in their marriage, and how his children do not connect with him. While there are some indications that he cares for his children, these are not carried through onscreen and, for the most part, Ted does not participate in raising Nancy or Mike.
Lucas’ father, Mr Sinclair, is presented once in association with his wife, Mrs Sinclair. Their breakfast table scene is used to show the dynamic of the Sinclair household, and for Lucas to ask his parents abstract advice on how to win Max back after their argument. Mr Sinclair makes some period-typical comments that are intended to be funny, but they also indicate that Lucas was brought up in a fairly stereotypical atmosphere (to paraphrase: “What do you do if mom’s mad at you?” / “Yes, what do you do?” / “Your mother is never wrong”). You could go all galaxy brain and say this is a nod to Joyce Byers - who spends a lot of the show trying to prove she’s right - but as this is the sole scene that features Lucas’ parents, it is our only insight into their familial dynamic, and therefore our only frame of reference as to how Lucas is raised.
Dustin’s father is not mentioned in canon and it appears he was raised in a single-parent household. With no evidence to the contrary, we can go ahead and assume that Dustin’s only meaningful parental relationship is to his mother, with whom he has a strong bond.
Lonnie Byers is an undesirable and unreliable father who left Joyce and his sons before canon. When he does reappear in S01, he is proved yet again to be a grifter looking to take advantage of Will’s disappearance and assumed death. It it subtly indicated that Lonnie was abusive to Jonathan (“You’ve gotten stronger”) and, it’s possible, to Joyce or Will too. He is certainly proved to be homophobic (“Lonnie used to call him a qu**r, said he was a f*g” / “Is he?”). Lonnie may be entirely physically absent, yet his impact on Will resonates through the story, and in a figurative sense, he is very much present.
Steve’s father is, similarly to Ted, indicated to be a work-focused man who is rarely around the Harrington household. In S01 he goes on a work trip and is accompanied by his wife (“My mom doesn’t trust him” / “Probably a good thing”) which indicates he may have been unfaithful to Mrs Harrington in the past. He is a very literal absence in Steve’s life yet appears off-screen as a forceful presence (“My dad is a grade-A asshole”) that shapes Steve’s life, culminating in S03 with Steve’s job at the mall.
The biological father of Billy and Max’s step-father, Mr Hargrove, is an abusive, sexist, and dangerous man, whose impact on Billy is so severe that it renders him vulnerable to possession by the Mind Flayer and eventually results in Billy’s death. When El goes into Billy’s memories in the S03 finale, we see how Mr Hargrove used sports to bully and antagonize his son into performative masculinity, and how he often resorted to physical violence against Billy and his late mother. Our other insight into Mr Hargrove’s paternal presence is through Max, whose behaviour indicates that while she is, possibly, partly protected by her mother, she is not protected from Billy, who takes his anger with his father out on her. Max is cagey about the full impact of Mr Hargrove, but is it subtle and sufficient enough to show that he is among the most dangerous male characters in the series so far, and his onscreen absence, like Lonnie, resonates figuratively in the lives of our characters.
The final father figure to discuss is Dr Brenner. Brenner is cold and remote in that he is the PI of a government-funded underground project modeled on MK Ultra, and thus treats Eleven like the scientific subject she is. Brenner’s acts of care are only figured as manipulation tactics (such as talking quietly yet firmly to El, carrying her from the solitary confinement cell when she kills the guard, allowing her a toy lion) and cannot in good conscience be considered parental kindness. Brenner’s power over El is so potent that Kali draws on their shared memory of Brenner in S02 to capitalise on El’s powers. El perceives Brenner as a father (“Papa”). Like Lonnie and Mr Hargrove, Brenner’s absence lingers and retains a hold over El.
As we can see, you have absent but harmful figures like Dr Brenner, Lonnie, and Mr Hargrove, and absent but harmless figures like Ted, Dustin’s father, Mr Sinclair, and even, to an extent, Mr Harrington. This rough categorisation helps us see that the show’s fathers are painted into a conspicuous binary that reflects the expectations placed on our characters as they learn to become men. Are they jocks or nerds? Straight or gay? In the world of Reaganite Hawkins, society is bookended by the normal and acceptable, or the abnormal and unacceptable. In this context, fathers - and to a larger extent, masculinity - either exist passively or aggressively, and both impact our characters either overtly (Billy and Will) or subliminally (Mike and Lucas).
Father figures
The characters above stand in stark contrast to the father figures presented in the series. These include Hopper, Bob, Mr Clarke, and Steve. Quite by chance, they each represent different elements of masculinity and different figures of power in the lives of our main cast.
Mr Clarke, for example, is representative of institutional power (a teacher) and has a strong influence over the Party in encouraging their curiosity and natural interest in science and the world around them. He is not typically masculine - he is a nerd - but he gently guides the Party through school and is shown to care for them.
Bob is representative of a found father figure in that he steps into the Byers’ life in no permanent sense (“This is not a normal family” / “But it could be”), but his respect of Joyce’s boundaries nevertheless sees him exercise a positive influence over Will (Jonathan, by Bob’s own admission, is harder to crack - understandable, given Jonathan’s past with Lonnie and, possibly, other men Joyce has occasionally had in her life). Bob’s absence - his death - is palpable, and leaves a lasting impression on Joyce, who is arguably in mourning for a good part of S03. In a similar vein, you can also make the argument that Jonathan is a father figure to Will (but that deserves its own post).
Steve represents more of a big brother role to the rest of the Party, but it is possible to see Steve as a father figure to Dustin, particularly over the course of S02. Steve drives Dustin to the dance, gives him advice on girls (a stereotypical “dad talk”), protects him, and supports him. In S03 their relationship has shifted into more of a friendship, but that does not take away from their initial dynamic that had a paternal undertone to it.
These are all examples of father figures. But the most important example of this is Hopper, and it is because he subverts this mold. Aside from the obvious link to El, in that he raises her from S02 and even becomes her “father” (Jane Hopper), it is not Hopper’s absence as a father that is important, but the absence of his daughter. Hopper is therefore an inverted male character. The absence (death) of his daughter stands in binary to the Party’s biological fathers, who are otherwise the absent ones. In contrast, Hopper is very present. Hopper is a father in the literal sense, but he is a father figure to Mike and Will: Mike, through his relationship with El and in the absence of Ted (Hopper gives Mike the “dad talk” in S03); and Will through Hopper’s relationship with Joyce. Hopper’s absent daughter is substituted most clearly by El. But in an abstract way, he also fits that role with Mike and Will too. In sum, Hopper’s absence as a biological father is redeemed when he becomes a father figure to other characters. He is therefore neither harmful or harmless, and can be seen as an outlier - but that is deliberate. It is deliberate because he and Joyce are the only parents/parental figures who know and understand the supernatural in Hawkins. I suspect that by the end of the series, Karen may be drawn into the fold too.
Mothers
I mentioned at the start that the absence of fathers highlights the role that mothers play in the series. This is best understood - and perhaps only understood - with direct reference to Karen Wheeler and Joyce Byers. Karen and Joyce have huge roles to play in how Mike and Will will come to understand themselves. They do this in spite of the male absence in Mike and Will’s lives, because a central theme of the ST story is love, especially maternal love.
Karen Wheeler is introduced as a typical housewife whose role it is to care for her children - Nancy, Mike, and Holly - and take care of the Wheelers’ home. She is in an unhappy marriage with Ted, and is unhappy enough to consider having an affair with Billy in S03. It is her sense of duty that prevents her from carrying this out. Karen is repeatedly shown to reach out to her children and frequently offers emotional support (most potently in S01-2, S03 being the sole exception [“It’s hard to keep track. You know what it’s like - summer!”]). Despite their rebuffs Karen does not give up trying to support her children. She is occasionally successful (Mike comes to her for comfort once per season, and she and Nancy are shown to have a tumultuous but altogether strong relationship, culminating in the S03 kitchen speech scene) yet, arguably, Mike and Nancy’s willfulness and growing up is a point of frustration and another source of unhappiness. While it will blow over - they are both teenagers - in the context of the show their rejection of her emotional support further reinforces her isolation. It is important to note that while Mike does crumble and come to her for comfort, this happens only in times of duress (Will’s disappearance, Will moving away). In other words, Mike does not rely on his mother for emotional support but she is still his mother, and when he does come to her it is during Mike’s emotional high points. These are always linked to Will. This directly ties Mike’s emotional development as it relates to Will to the maternal support given by his mother.
Joyce Byers is, as we all know, the resident PFLAG rep. Her relationship with Will is a central element of the story, and it is strengthened not despite Lonnie’s absence but in spite of it. It is moot to think of how Joyce and Will would have developed if Lonnie had stayed in canon, because Joyce is repeatedly shown to be driven by the love for her children. What is essential to understand about Joyce is that she is an atypical parent. She is a single working class mother whose brushes with normality (e.g. Bob) are taken away by the supernatural. As mentioned before, this further highlights the thematic divide between normality/abnormality and visible/invisible that are staples to the plot. In other words, Joyce has not found her “normal”, because Will has not yet found his normal. Until that happens, her happiness is at stake, partly because it is tied to the happiness of her children, but because Will’s overarching influence over the supernatural elements in the story is inextricably tied to his sense of belonging. Joyce, unlike Karen, has already won her child’s trust and support. Will’s story, therefore, is linked more closely to the absence of his father, whereas for Mike, it is not the absence of his father that is to be overcome, but his aversion to connecting with Karen.
Mike and Will
Taken together, I believe that when it comes to Mike and Will and their respective sexuality, it is not the fathers that will figure in their coming out, but their mothers. The show plays on the absence of fathers and places them in opposition to the presence of mothers. It is maternal love that guides Mike and Will, and it is maternal love that will protect them. This concept is only subverted by El and Hopper’s relationship, for it is El’s mother and Hopper’s daughter who is absent, therefore implying that they are contradictions, or inversions, of the show’s presentation of the familial.
Mike’s relationship with Ted is not a model. Aside from Ted’s general apathy towards his children - he demonstrably leaves the discipline and care of their children to Karen, as evidenced by every family scene in which Karen makes the decisions and Ted remains silent - he appears to have given up in connecting with Mike as his son. I mentioned before how Mr Hargrove used sports to coerce Billy into performative masculinity; the same can be said of Will, who disliked it when Lonnie took him to baseball games, and even destroys Castle Byers with a baseball bat. In contrast, Mike’s baseball bat (picked up in S01 by Nancy, who pretends to be practicing for the softball team) is in the garage, indicating it is not used, if it ever was. Arguably, Mike’s insistent and forceful personality might have bowled the passive Ted over, but Ted’s disconnect to his son is also evidenced in S01 when Ted jokes, “Our son, with a girl?” I have discussed here how this line was a blatant reference to Mike’s “nerd” status. As S03 has proved, the Duffers rely on 80s tropes to sublimate existing themes in their story. With nerds typically understood in 80s cultural discourse as sexually and romantically inexperienced social loners, Ted’s comment betrays three things: how he perceives his son; the failed expectations for his son; and how the audience is meant to understand Mike as a character. Ted does not feature in Mike’s upbringing, and I think this is deliberate for two reasons: to underscore how traditional Mike’s upbringing is; and to foreshadow that it will not be Ted’s opinion of Mike that matters in the end. It will be Karen’s.
Will’s relationship with Lonnie is, as presented onscreen in canon, non-existent. It only plays out off-screen and we have not yet seen Will and Lonnie interact in person. Regardless of where you stand with the theory that Lonnie’s abuse manifested in Will to become the Mind Flayer (I personally agree with it), Lonnie’s eventual presence in the show will be a critical moment and, likely, the climax of the entire series. As addressed above, Lonnie is indicated to be homophobic, if not abusive, to Will in the past. I won’t touch on the abuse as that is largely hearsay at the point of writing this post, however the homophobic language is canon and therefore has a bearing on how we are expected to interpret Will and his relationship to 1) other boys/men, and 2) his sexuality. Both Mike and Will have no meaningful relationship with their fathers. Yet, while Mike’s father is absent and harmless, Lonnie is absent and very much harmful. Thus, the lasting influence of his absence is made more potent by the power of Will’s memories/imagination. Having been subjected to direct homophobic bullying, Will’s sexual identity is tied very much to his relationships with older men, with Jonathan, Bob, and to an extent, Mr Clarke, as positive representations of masculinity, and Lonnie on the other end of the spectrum. To Will, Lonnie may be physically absent but he is figuratively present. As such, it will not be Lonnie’s reaction to Will’s sexuality that is important. It will be Will’s overcoming of Lonnie’s hold over him that will be the defining moment in his character arc.
Parental absence is key to Mike and Will’s development together and individually. Both Mike and Will have to overcome their absent fathers in different ways. The key to this will be breaking free of the societal expectations placed on them, drawing strength in maternal love, and, crucially, finding love and acceptance with each other. The defining point is that despite surface-level indications to the contrary, it is not the fathers who are important: it is the mothers.
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Change Your Life
Billy x reader
You patch Billy up on a regular basis, one night his dad goes too far and you really have to take care of him.
Softest thing I've ever written, it's just pure soft soft soft.
You had joined the party by accident.
One day the kids had come into the arcade to see that Mad Max's high score had been replaced by Boss Bitch's, and so the search began.
It didn't take them long to track you down and when they did, they begged you to show off your skills. You were taken aback by the six hyper teens knocking down your door, but you couldn't say that you weren't flattered they'd gone through all that trouble to find tou, so you agreed.
It turned out that they really liked you, and you really liked them too. And then you met their other babysitters, Steve and Robin, and suddenly your life had changed for good.
You didn't really have any friends in Hawkins before them but now you guys were inseparable. You had especially taken a liking to Max, the little firecracker reminded you a lot of yourself at that age. She was over at your place all the time, and you were over at her place a lot too, only when her parents weren't home though.
That's where you met Billy. You wouldn't exactly say that the two of you were friends, but you were friendly at least. Max talked about him a lot, they didn't really get along, although things had gotten better since they'd first moved to Hawkins. Max had started to put together how terrified Billy was that his dad would start taking out his anger on her too. It touched her knowing that he cared for her safety after all, even if he was still an insufferable asshole most of the time.
You had heard some of the horror stories about Billy's dad and you had observed plenty of altercations through the window of their house while waiting to pick up Max or dropping her off. That's how Billy and you had bonded, his dad had hit him and you had bandaged the wound.
Billy was surprised.
Surprised that you'd do that after the things Max and Harrington had probably told you about him.
Surprised that he'd actually enjoyed being around you in the short time that it took you to patch him up.
Surprised that he'd noticed himself gravitating to you when you were over at his house and even at school sometimes, even though he'd never admit it.
The patching up had become a regular thing, and when you could hear screaming down the road while driving over to the house, you figured tonight would be one of those nights again. But then Billy came staggering out of the house.
His lip was cut, his cheek was bloodied and his eye was already starting to swell, blood dripping from a gash right above his left eyebrow. He looked a mess. You hurried over to him, letting him lean on you for support.
"Y/N?" he sounded confused but grateful you were there.
"Yeah, it's me, Billy, I got you" you grunted as you were trying to hold him up.
"Is Max still in the house?" He shook his head.
"Mike's" he said weakly. You nodded and started guiding him towards your car.
"C'mon, I'm taking you home." You said simply, and once again, you'd surprised Billy.
He was an asshole to you at school.
He was an asshole to Harrington.
He was an asshole to those kids you loved so much.
And still you didn't hesitate to welcome him into your home.
It was a quick drive to your place and you drove in silence, the air was thick with tension between you as neither of you knew what to say. You guided him inside slowly and told him to take a seat while you went to get the first aid kit, a wash cloth and a towel. When you came back Billy was sitting on a stool at your kitchen counter.
"I'm gonna get you cleaned up, okay" you said before slowly dabbing the damp wash cloth over his face, washing away the blood. He looked a lot better after that already, his face was still swollen but at least it was clean. You grabbed the rubbing alcohol and poured some of it on a cotton wad. "This'll sting" you said before dabbing it on the gash above his eye.
You cleaned that gash, then the one on his cheek, then the one on the back of his arm that you hadn't even noticed before. You put a bandage on each one of them and poured him a glass of water.
"Billy?" You asked softly. He didn't look up at you. "Your dad did this to you didn't he?"
You'd never really talked about it before. You had hinted that you knew he hadn't just gotten into a fight before, but Billy had retracted so you'd dropped it.
You had let it slip when it was a scrape on his cheek or even a black eye, even if you'd wanted to tear Neil's head off for it, but this, this you couldn't ignore any longer.
Billy still refused to look at you. He was pissed, he was always pissed, and even though he was so grateful for what you were doing he couldn't suppress the anger boiling up inside of him.
"None of your business" he bit back at you.
"Billy" you said simply, your tone indicated that it was useless to deny it, you knew. "I'm sorry."
"Yeah right" Billy growled. "You don't give a shit, I'm an asshole and I deserve this, ain't that right? Don't pretend like you give two shits about me, Y/N!"
His tone was menacing and he had a dark look in his eye that would have scared you a couple of months ago.
It didn't now.
Carefully, you touched a hand to his cheek, caressing his face softly with your thumb before Billy grabbed you by the wrist roughly. His eyes were wide and he was baring his teeth at you, he almost looked like a feral animal. A person less accustomed to the defense mechanism would have bolted, but you didn't.
"Billy, I wanna tell you something" you said calmly.
"What?" He snapped at you, but he let go off your wrist.
"I'm gonna say something and you're gonna think it's cheesy and cringey and that I don't mean it, but I do. I really, really do."
"What?" He repeated, but it was more of a scoff this time than it was a growl, he wanted you to continue. Wanted to know what you could possibly have to say to him in that moment.
"You matter, Billy Hargrove.
I care about you.
I would miss you if you weren't here.
You don't deserve this, you're a good person."
Your hands had taken a gentle hold of his face as you urged him to look at you, to see that you meant it.
Billy wanted to fight.
He wanted to shove you off of him and run and break things.
He wanted to argue, wanted to disagree, wanted to yell that you were a liar.
Because he didn't believe you.
He didn't believe you because his father had told him the exact opposite so many times, because he'd made it perfectly clear that this was his fault.
Billy wanted to fight.
But he was so tired of fighting. With his dad, with Harrington, with Tommy, with Max... with himself.
So this time he didn't fight, this time he looked into your soft, loving eyes and completely broke down. He sobbed into your stomach as you held him close to you.
He kept mumbling he was sorry through his cries, and you knew it was because his dad always said that only dumb little faggots cry. "It's okay, Billy, you can cry. Don't hold back. It's okay." You planted a soft kiss on the top of his head and he whimpered at the gentility of it. He wasn't used to being touched so sweetly.
He had calmed down by now and he felt heavy and exhausted. He had wrapped his arms around you and nestled into your side, resting his head against your ribcage. You were toying with his curls lazily, which seemed to calm him. You let him sit like that until he stopped shaking and then you said
"How about you go take a nice hot shower and get some sleep? You can stay here tonight."
He nodded meekly and let you guide him upstairs. While Billy was taking a shower you searched your closet and found some sweats and an oversized, extremely soft sweatshirt that you thought would fit Billy. You left them on the hallway floor before the bathroom door.
Ten minutes later Billy came into your room a little shyly, dressed in the clothes you left out for him. The sweatshirt was a bit of a stretch but the soft, warm fabric engulfing him made Billy feel warm inside.
"D'you have a blanket for the couch?" He asked.
"I'm not letting you sleep on the couch, Billy, c'm here" you patted the soft sheets of the bed.
He looked hesitant.
"Don't worry, I'll take my parents bed" you added.
"No! No, that's not it" he said quickly, leaning against the door frame.
"Why are you doing this?"
He asked quietly, looking down at the floor. He'd been pondering on that the entire time he was in the shower but he couldn't come up with an answer.
You sighed soflty as you looked at the poor, broken boy before you. "Because you deserve it. Because I want you to be okay, to be happy."
You had walked towards him and wrapped your arms around him. He hugged you close to him, wondering what the hell he could have possibly done to eserve this. To deserve you.
You guided him to your bed and pulled the sheets over him after he climbed in. He looked up at you and you could feel the question lingering on his lips, but knew that he was hesitant to ask it. "Want me to stay with you?" You whispered and he nodded. You got in next to him and pulled him close to you.
"Thank you" he whispered as he snuggled back up to you. You pet his hair softly as you could feel his breathing slowing down. "Anytime" was all he heard before drifting to sleep.
The next morning Billy woke up feeling more relaxed than he had in years. His head was resting on your chest and his arm was draped over your hips. Your warmth was like a toasty comforter wrapped around him and Billy thought that he could stay there forever.
"Morning" he heard you whisper and he looked up to see your big y/e/c eyes smiling back at him.
"Morning."
Somewhere in the back of his head a voice was yelling that he was being a little bitch, that he should be deeply ashamed for last night, but you were playing with his curls again and it kept the voice at bay.
"I still can't believe you're being so nice to me"
You smiled softly "Well get used to it, Hargrove. 'Cause I don't plan on stopping"
He turned on his side so he could look at you properly. "Thank you" he smiled. You were quiet for a while before Billy spoke again.
"Hey, Y/n?"
"Yeah, Billy?"
"Could I kiss you?"
Your eyes went wide for a second and you swallowed harshly, but then you nodded your head.
"Yes."
Billy leaned closer to you and softly touched his lips to yours and that was it, his life had been changed for good.
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admit defeat : s.h
based on the bomb song admit defeat by one of my favourite bands, bastille. (1.9k)
“Steve, you coming to watch this or not?” Dustin calls out from the living room as Steve remains glued to the wall beside the phone.
He waves his hand half-heartedly in Dustin’s direction. “Yeah, yeah,” He responds, unaware of Dustin rolling his eyes as he walks over.
“What’s wrong with you, dude?” Dustin asks, crossing his arms as Steve can barely take his eyes from the phone. “Waiting for a call about that job?” Dustin's voice glistens with hope, but Steve merely shakes his head.
Letting out a soft sigh, Steve leans back. “Waiting for a girl to call me.” He mutters, and Dustin’s jaw falls. “Oh don’t act so surprised. I get girls.” Steve scoffs, ignoring the look on Dustin’s face.
“You have a girl?” Dustin tried to disguise the pure shock in his tone as Steve glares for a split second before the phone rings.
Fumbling with the phone in his fingertips, Steve turns his back on Dustin. “Hey, this is Steve,” Mentally he applauds himself for playing it cool, only to hear his Grandma on the other end of the line. “Nana hi.”
Behind him, Dustin snorts causing Steve to glance over his shoulder, shooing Dustin out of his sight and to return to the others.
“Where’s Steve?” Mike asks, lying back on the sofa as El curls up beside him.
Dustin shrugs his shoulder. “On the phone to a girl.” He jokes before sitting back down, starting the movie without him.
*
It had been over a week and you didn’t call him. Despite Steve saying it didn’t matter, he felt truly discouraged. He thought you were more than that, better than a girl to leave him hanging.
Sighing to himself, he passes Erica her fifth sample with a heavy heart.
“Aren’t you meant to be happy, Sailor?” Erica chimes in, and Robin turns away from the table she’s cleaning to notice the sorrowful expression on Steve’s face.
Robin clears her throat before taking Steve’s spot, motioning for him to go sit in the back. “I think that’s enough samples for five minutes, Erica.” Robin forces a smile before she places the break sign on the counter, listening to Erica scoff as she walks away.
Closing the door to the backroom behind her, Robin stands with her arms folded whilst Steve buries his head between his arms on the table. Trying to resist the urge to laugh as Steve’s sailor hat sits in front of him, his hair a mess.
“What’s going on with you, Dingus?” Robin questions, pulling the chair from the opposite end of the table as Steve slowly lifts his head back up, revealing a frown wearing heavy on his face.
“I, I met this girl, Robin.” Steve begins to explain, only to be met with a short laugh. “I’m being serious, I, I really did.” He tries to convince her and watches as she leans back in the chair awaiting the full story to come.
“You going to tell me about her then, as we’ve got a few minutes at the most before Erica comes knocking on the door.” Robin states, resting her feet up on the table as Steve allows his mind to wander back to the previous weekend.
“I don’t know her, hell I don’t think anyone really knew who she was at the party or who invited her.” Steve remembers you walking in not long after Billy, stealing his thunder as you looked around at everyone but made a move to the drinks without hesitation.
“Did you get her name?” Robin interrupts, catching Steve looking up before slowly shaking his head. “Well, I’m sure she’s still in town somewhere, dingus! From what you’re describing she won’t be hard to miss.”
Ignoring her comments, Steve continues. “We erm, I, I don’t think I’ve met anyone like her before Robin. I mean, Nancy Wheeler was something, but she was on a whole other level.” Steve struggles to put it all into words about how that night felt.
You were in his arms, swaying and grinding against him. His arms were all over you as were yours, but it felt sweet without things turning sour. If you let him, he would’ve admitted defeat and gone up those stairs with you. But you never did, you kept that reserved as you kissed his cheek, leaving a red lipstick mark for him to remember.
Robin lets out a long whistle as Steve finishes recalling everything that happened between you and him. “Well, she sounds like something else.” Robin mutters, wishing she could meet you as you clearly had Steve wrapped around your finger.
“She really was.” Steve comments longingly. “I gave her my number, but she hasn’t called.” He buries his head in his hand and Robin opens her mouth to comment, but words refuse to follow.
“So this is why you’re miserable, huh?” She shakes her head in disbelief as Steve sighs sadly. “I’m sure she’ll call you, Steve.” Robin tries to be supportive, but it’s evident Steve is past all hope.
Pushing his chair back, Steve picks up his hat and places it back on. “Yeah, I hope so.” He mutters before heading back into the front and removes the sign, hoping he hasn’t missed your call at home.
*
Another few days have passed and all Steve can think about his the house phone whilst he’s stuck at Scoops.
Robin’s attempts at distracting him have become less effective with each passing day, and it’s beginning to wear thin on her.
“God, how long until Dustin comes back from this camp?” Robin groans loudly.
Steve glances over to the calendar beneath the counter. “Robin, he left two days ago.” Steve reminds her and watches as she rolls her eyes as she continues to scoop at the ice cream before they open.
“Come on then,” Robin sighs as she moves past the counter and turns the sign over and unlocks the door. “let’s get scoopin’“
Three hours into his shift, Steve is already struggling to focus as Erica and her friends stand in front of him once again with judgemental gazes. “Mr Ice cream man, why aren’t you serving us samples?” Erica scoffs as Steve checks to see if there are any more spoons.
“Erica, you have used this weeks supply of sample spoons already.” Steve states bluntly, and Erica shakes her head.
“How is that my problem, you need to take that up with your suppliers as obviously there’s a shortage.” She retorts, crossing her arms. “I think we deserve compensation for the lack of quality service.”
Steve sighs. “Honestly aren’t you like eight?”
“I’m ten I’ll have you know.” She bites back and her friends move closer to the counter, scoping the place out. “We’ll be back sailor man.” She stares at him before turning around, her friends following her lead.
“She gets feistier with each day,” Robin comments as she stands alongside Steve behind the counter.
“No kiddin’“ Steve mutters in response as he walks into the back, checking to see if there were any sample spoons hidden amongst the storage boxes.
As Steve rummages through boxes out back Robin continues to serve customers. But as she is scooping ice cream, she glances down to see more people starting to queue up. “Hey, Steve?” Robin calls out for assistance and Steve walks out, tugging on his sailor hat as he helps serve alongside for the following hour.
Once the queue has died down, Steve has his back turned against the counter. “I mean, I don’t know how I’d react if I saw her again.” Steve ponders, blissfully ignorant as you stand mere feet from him as you wander past the parlour.
Robin nods, ignoring what he’s complaining about. “Hey, the next girl who walks in, you serve her.” Robin suggests with a small smile. “Put on that Harrington charm and who knows, this girl will be a distant memory by the end of the week.”
You take a step back, glancing back up at the sign for Scoops Ahoy! and walk in with a small smile on your face.
“You’re up, Sailor.” Robin mutters and Steve nods, mentally preparing himself as you walk up to the counter just as Steve slips the hat on.
“Ahoy lady! Didn’t see you ther-” Steve cuts himself off as your eyes widen, mirroring his. “It, it’s you?” He stutters over his words as you stare at him in disbelief.
“No way.” You laugh lightly. “I, seriously?” You clap your hands, in a state of shock. “You have no idea how long I’ve been trying to find you.”
“Wait, hold up,” Robin chimes in, catching your eye as you smile sweetly. “this, this is the girl you’ve been looking for?” Robin questions, watching as Steve nods. “Dude, oh my god.” Robin chuckles.
“You’ve been looking for me?” You turn your attention back to Steve, directing the question to him as he hesitantly nods. “I, I’m so sorry. After the party I lost your number and I asked around but everyone was so wasted,” You ramble on, and Steve can’t help but find himself getting lost in your eyes as you talk. “so I kinda hoped I’d stumble across you and well,” You motion to the current situation with a small laugh.
“Here we are.” Robin finishes your sentence, seeing you nod as you focus on Steve.
“I can’t believe this,” Steve states. “You’re actually here, see, I didn’t make her up.” Steve nudges Robin who rolls her eyes. “She’s real, she’s erm, well,” Steve falters, realising he still doesn’t know your name.
“Y/n.” You tell him softly, and Steve smiles as he mutters your name under his breath for the first time, hoping it won’t be the last.
“Well, Y/n,” Steve removes his sailor hat. “I’m Steve Harrington and I’ll be your guide on this journey of flavour, so what can I getcha?” He chuckles at the corny line, watching as you giggle.
“How about a date this evening?” You suggest and Robin’s eyes widen as she rushes into the back room.
Glancing back, Steve focuses his attention back to you. “Tonight would be great.” He says with a smile. “Least I can get you a cone to go?” He motions down to a variety of flavours.
Your eyes wander over all of them as you lick your lips, something Steve is unable to tear his eyes from. “How about butterscotch, is it any good?” You ask, glancing up to him as he blinks rapidly, nodding. “Well, that’s me sold.” You joke as Steve quickly makes you a cone.
As you reach into your purse, Steve shakes his head. “Oh no, this one is on the house.” He states. “I mean, if you wanna give me your number, I can take that as payment.” He shrugs his shoulder and silently behind the shutters Robin is amazed at how he’s pulling this off.
Scribbling your number down onto a napkin, you slide it across to Steve. “If you give me a call, I’ll make sure to answer and if not, well, I know where to find you.” You tell him with a wink before you wander out of Scoops, leaving Steve slightly stunned.
Before he can fully process it all, the shutters fly open and Robin lifts up the ‘You Suck/You Rule’ board. “Well, dingus.” She speaks up as she marks a single tally in the ‘You Rule’ half. “Looks like things are going up for you.”
Steve smiles to himself, nodding as you disappear out of sight. “I, I guess they finally are.”
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Baby Moron | Steve Harrington
masterlist found here
pairing - Steve Harrington x pregnant!reader
word count - 2,947
warnings - Stranger Things 3 spoilers
A/N - this is for the anon who requested it AGES ago and @probablynotfinnwolfhard @linkispink1995 @exquisitebts and the anon who voted for this!
summary - You and Steve were in love, and all he wanted was to protect you- and that was before he found out you were pregnant. And now, trapped with the Russians and drugged out of his mind, Steve wouldn’t let a thing happen to you.
At 18, your life was not exactly going to plan. You did not plan to get pregnant, get kicked out of your parents’ house, and start living paycheck to paycheck with Steve Harrington.
You and Steve had been dating for a little over a year when you got pregnant. You were just glad he didn’t abandon you. You could deal with your parents disowning you as long as you had Steve.
And the two of you weren’t in this alone either. Steve still lived at home, and you had moved in with Hopper and El. It was challenging at times, but you were just glad you had the support of your friends.
You were searching for a job, but you kept coming up short. Steve’s job at Scoops Ahoy didn’t exactly provide you both with enough money to eventually support a child. You were so grateful that Hopper fed you and let you live with him for free, but you couldn’t mooch off of him forever. You needed a house of your own and a crib for a baby and formula and diapers and toys and clothes and more and more and more. Minimum wage from an ice cream parlor would not pay for that.
Still, you were grateful for Steve. He could’ve run away when he found out you were pregnant, but he didn’t.
You were about two weeks late on your period. You had been feeling increasingly nauseous. You were crabby and tired and irritable- all more so than usual. You went to the drug store and bought a pregnancy test as nonchalantly as you could, your eyes constantly on the lookout for someone you knew. Luckily, your parents weren’t home, so you burst into your house and headed straight to the bathroom.
The few minutes that it took for the test to show the results were agonizing. You searched the kitchen cupboards for a timer and set it, then paced back and forth in the bathroom. You chewed on your thumbnail the whole time. You weren’t ready to be a mother. You and Steve weren’t ready for those responsibilities. Steve. Steve wouldn’t stick around, that was for sure. What would you do without him? How would you do this without him?
The timer went off, and you snatched up the pregnancy test.
Positive.
You sunk to the ground, leaning your back against the cabinet and burst into tears. You couldn’t let go of the pregnancy test. Maybe if you squeezed it tightly enough, you could change your fate.
You loved kids, but you weren’t ready to have one. Hell, you felt like you were still one yourself.
You knew having an abortion was an option, but the idea of that scared you more than actually having the baby. It wasn’t that you were morally against abortions, it was just that, now that you were in a situation where you could actually get one, you weren’t sure you could do it.
If you weren’t 100% sure, you knew that option was out the window.
The next step, you knew, was to tell Steve. You had to do it right away, because the longer you put it off, the less likely you would be to do it until it was awkwardly late. You called Steve, trying to sound as calm as you could, and told him to come over. As soon as you opened your front door, he could tell something was wrong. He could see it in your eyes. You walked with him into the living room and sat down beside him. He tried to reach out for your hand, but you pulled away.
Steve thought you were breaking up with him. He started racking his brain, trying to think of what he had done. He was already ready with a hundred apologies for anything that came to mind.
“I’m pregnant.”
Okay. He was not ready for that.
“You, you’re, what did you say?”
You took a deep breath. “I’m pregnant, Steve.” He didn’t say anything and wasn’t even looking at you. You expected this, but it still hurt. “I’m so sorry, Steve. Maybe I forgot to take my birth control? I don’t know. I’m so, so sorry.” He still didn’t say anything, and his eyes were still on the floor. “Please say something.”
Steve heard the crack in your voice and finally looked up. He had tears in his eyes, but he didn’t look mad. Your heart felt a little more at ease. “You’re keeping it, right?” he asked. You nodded, and he sniffed. “I’m gonna be a dad?” He didn’t sound angry. Maybe a little scared, but not angry. A tear fell from your eye as you nodded.
“Yeah,” you said. “But you don’t have to, like, support-”
“Whoa, hey, what are you talking about?” he said. You finally let him hold your hands in his. “I’m going to support you. I’m not going anywhere.”
“You’re not?”
“No,” Steve said, wiping a tear from your cheek. “No, of course not. I love you. And now we’re having a baby?” He laughed. “This is, it’s nuts. It’s not exactly how I expected our lives to go.”
“I know,” you said, feeling your lower lip quiver.
“But I love you,” he said again. “And I’m totally ready to go down this road with you.”
“What if I can’t do it?” you asked with a sniff.
“You can do it,” he said. “Cuz you’re not gonna be alone, okay?”
“I’m gonna go crazy,” you said, putting your forehead in your hands. “I’m gonna turn into a crazy pregnant lady.”
Steve laughed again. “If you go crazy, we’ll go crazy together.”
Steve got a job at Scoops Ahoy right after that. Now, a little over two months later, he hated it. Not because it was a particularly bad job, but because he was an 18-year-old soon-to-be dad wearing a sailor uniform serving ice cream to children. You deserved better than that. He hated that he couldn’t give you something better than that. You didn’t mind at all though. Mostly because Steve’s job meant you could get free ice cream.
One day, Steve told you about this crazy Russian message he, Dustin, and his coworker Robin had heard over Dustin’s radio and decoded. When he said they (along with Erica Sinclair because of her convenient and small size- good for squeezing into small spaces) were going to try and find the underground Russian base, you told him you were going with him.
“No way,” he said as soon as the words left your lips. “You’re not coming.”
“And why not?” you asked, putting your hands on your hips.
“Did you not hear what I said about the guards with guns?” he asked.
“I did,” you said.
“Okay, well then that should explain it!” he huffed, throwing his hands in the air.
“I don’t care,” you said. “I’m going with you.”
“You’re pregnant!” he shouted. You were having the fight at your house in your bedroom, but Hopper was out with Joyce and El was out with The Party. You didn’t want them to know about the pending Russian base infiltration, so you were glad they were gone.
“I’m not even three months along!” you said. “I’m already getting bored with you and Hop basically putting me under house arrest. I just want an adventure.”
“Then we can go on a road trip or something!” he said. “I’m not letting you risk your life for this.”
“If you really thought it was a life threatening journey, I don’t think you’d be letting Erica Sinclair go with you. Or Dustin for that matter.”
Steve knew he would lose the fight no matter how hard he tried. He considered telling Hopper, but that would probably get him and Dustin in trouble as well. So, he just caved.
The hardest part of you tagging along was that no one knew you were pregnant. Steve couldn’t ask you repeatedly if you were okay because the others would think he had gone crazy. All he could do was bite his tongue and let you handle yourself.
When you got in the storage room, Steve opened one of the boxes to see what was inside. The contents inside were, well-
“That’s definitely not Chinese food.”
You tried to get a closer look at the contents of the box, but Steve held out an arm to hold you back. “No,” he said sternly.
“What do you mean, no?” you sassed back.
“Just step back, okay?” he said. “This stuff could be dangerous.”
“No, not okay,” you said. “You die, I die, Steve. We’re a team.”
The others were watching your interaction, but no one took notice to the way you put your hand over your stomach. Steve, however, did.
When the elevator fell to the ground floor, you toppled over amongst a pile of boxes. Steve jumped to action as soon as the elevator stopped moving. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Please tell me you’re okay.”
“I’m fine,” you said, pushing yourself off the ground. “In fact, I’m great now that I know that Russians can’t design elevators!” Steve put his arm around you, pulling you close to his side and kissing the top of your head.
There were a few fleeting moments where you thought you were going to be okay. You made it out of the elevator, Steve won the fight against the Russian, and you found what was happening at the base. Sure, finding another gate wasn’t exactly a win, but you at least now had something to tell Hopper or some other authority about once you got out. But then, you didn’t get out.
At least you, Steve, and Robin didn’t get out.
The Russians split the three of you up to interrogate you individually. “Steve!” you screamed as they dragged you away from him.
“Don’t touch her!” Steve shouted. “I swear to God, don’t touch her!”
When the door between the two of you closed, you felt utterly defeated. They tied your arms behind your back, and one of the Russians tilted your head up to look at him. “Who do you work for?” he asked, his accent thick.
“I don’t work for anyone,” you whimpered. “Steve and Robin work for Scoops Ahoy. I swear, we didn’t mean to come here.”
The Russian slapped you across the face.
This was not going to end well.
They eventually brought you back into the room with Steve, and Robin was there too. “Steve,” you cried, trying to walk over to him. The Russians held you back though, walking you where they wanted you to go. They sat you on a chair so that you, Steve, and Robin were making a triangle shape with your chairs. Steve was unconscious, and Robin was fighting against her restraints. “What did you do to him?” you sobbed.
“Your friend needs a doctor,” the Russian said. “Good thing we have the very best.”
You were trying to keep your chill. You were jealous of Robin who was acting so strong. Granted you tried to cut yourself some slack. Pregnancy hormones and all.
“He’ll be okay,” Robin told you, trying to reach for your hand. You felt her fingers graze yours, and you let out a sigh. Robin started screaming for help, and you focused on not breaking down into sobs again.
“Hey, would you stop yelling?”
Both you and Robin breathed out sighs of relief when Steve woke up. “Are you okay?” you asked him.
“I’m fine,” he said. “How’re you? Are you hurt? Did they hit your-”
“I’m fine,” you said, cutting Steve off. “I just want to get out of here and go home.”
The three of you tried to bounce your chairs over to a table where you saw a pair of scissors, but you all fell to the ground. Your broke apart from each other, but you were all still tied to your respective chairs. “Great,” you mumbled. “I’m gonna die in an underground Russian base.”
“We’re not gonna die,” Robin said.
“At least I don’t have to worry about my parents giving a shit,” you said. “Since, you know, they don’t speak to me anymore.”
“Stop talking like that,” Steve said. “We’re all gonna make it out of this, okay?”
When the Russians came back, planning to inject all three of you with some drug, Steve protested as much as he could. “Don’t give her any!” he said, pulling at his restraints to try and get to you. “Don’t give either of them any! Stop!”
They, as expected, ignored him and shot you all in the neck. It didn’t take long for the drugs to come into effect, even though the three of you didn’t think anything was happening. When the Russians came back, you, Steve, and Robin were in a fit of giggles. “Who do you work for?” the Russian asked.
“Scoops,” Steve said. He snickered. “Scoops Ahoy.” The three of you laughed. “Except (Y/N).”
“No, I don’t work there,” you said, shaking your head.
“She’s just my girlfriend,” Steve said. “My girlfriend carrying my little baby.”
“Baby?” Robin repeated.
“Oh my god,” you said, your eyes growing wide. You started to giggle. “We haven’t told anyone except our parents.” You looked at the Russians. “How about that? You guys are part of our journey.” You looked down at your belly. “Hear that little person? These crazy Russians know you’re in there.”
“You’re pregnant?” Robin said. “Congratulations! That’s awesome.”
“We’re gonna name it Moron,” you said. “After these stupid Russians.” You all burst out laughing until the Russian man pulled out some sort of weapon and pointed it at your head. “Ooo, that’s shiny,” you said. “What’re you gonna do with that?” You looked down at your belly again. “What do you think they’re gonna do little baby? Good things or bad things?”
“Soon there will be no little baby for you to talk to,” the Russian said. What they were about to do clicked to Steve before it clicked to you and Robin at all.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, no, wait, stop!” Steve shouted. “Stop, stop, don’t hurt her!” He hesitated for less than a second. “There was a code!” he said. “We heard a code!”
And just like that, Steve confessed everything. Just as quickly, Dustin and Erica came to the rescue. You all stumbled along, rushing out of the base. “Guys,” you said to Dustin and Erica. “I’m pregnant. Did you know that? Stevie boy knocked me up!”
“Is she serious?” Erica asked Dustin. He shrugged, still looking around trying to figure out what to do.
“I’m serious!” you said. You lifted up your shirt, trying to show off your barely existent baby bump. “It looks like a food baby, but it’s a real baby! Little baby Moron.”
“Baby Moron?” Erica repeated.
“Jesus Christ,” Dustin said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Come on. We need to hide them.”
You, Steve, and Robin sat in a movie theater, munching on popcorn while Dustin and Erica tried to figure out what to do next. But when the three of you started to feel sick, you rushed out of the theater and to the nearest bathroom, puking up all the drugs in your system. “Fuck,” you mumbled, leaning your back against the stall door. “Are you guys okay?” you asked Steve and Robin.
“Are you okay?” Steve asked.
“‘M fine,” you mumbled, pressing your hand to your forehead. Steve slid under the stall and joined you in yours.
“How’s the little one?” he asked, pressing his hand to your stomach.
“I’m okay,” you told him. “I think we’re both okay.”
“You really are pregnant, huh?” Robin said from her stall.
You laughed lightly. “Yeah. Yeah I am.”
Slowly but surely, the three of you completely came down from your high. Robin ended up telling you both that she was a lesbian which resulted in the three of you hugging on the bathroom floor. That was how Dustin and Erica found you.
When you all found your way to the others, Steve pulled you aside. “I want you to go home,” he said.
“What?”
“Go back to Hopper’s,” he told you. “It’s safer there. I’ll come to you when this is all over.”
“You’re kidding right now, right?” you said.
“(Y/N), please don’t argue with me,” he said.
“I’m not leaving you, Steve!”
“I can’t lose you both!” he shouted. The others turned to look at the two of you, but neither of you batted an eye. Your face dropped as Steve’s eyes filled with tears. “Alright? I can’t lose you both. I need you to keep yourself safe and-” He cut himself off by laying a hand on your stomach.
Those who didn’t know of your pregnancy -Max, Lucas, Mike, Will, Joyce, Jonathan, and Nancy- looked at those who did -Hopper, El, Dustin, Robin, and Erica- with wide eyes. The others gave awkward smiles like kids caught keeping a secret from their parents.
Again, you and Steve were oblivious.
“Steve,” you whispered, laying your hands on his cheeks. “I’m not leaving you, okay? You die, I die, remember?”
“Please-”
“I won’t raise a child in a world you’re not in,” you said. “End of discussion. So-” You turned back to the group. “-we’re all going to make sure that doesn’t happen, right? We’re gonna win this.”
Seven months later, you gave birth to James “Jim” (Y/L/N)-Harrington, a healthy baby boy weighing in at seven pounds, eight ounces and measuring 20-inches long. Steve was by your side, Hopper was in your heart, your friends were in the waiting room, and a shiny diamond ring was on your finger.
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We’ll Have Tomorrow
Chapter Eleven
A/N: This chapter and the next one aren’t all that long, but the next one will be the last chapter before the next part of this series.
Word Count: 1.8k
Pairings: Steve Harrington x OC, Nancy Wheeler x Jonathan Byers x OC (eventually)
Summary: River and the kids make it to Steve’s basketball game to support him, which may be just what he needs.
School dragged by painfully slow, and River could hardly bear it. She was unbelievably ecstatic when it ended. It was for a number of reasons, really. Sure, she was just bored, but Steve had his last basketball game tonight.
More than anything, she wanted to support him and be a good friend. Not only that, but she’d also rallied the kids together to support him as well. Of course, she should have expected the extra effort they put into the whole thing.
Somehow, she even convinced Hopper to let El join long enough to go to the game as long as she was back before it was late. She technically wasn’t allowed out still, but he made this one exception, and that was it.
As soon as they joined the party at Mike’s house, she found them all scattered on the basement floor working hard on what looked like signs.
They had three that they divided into groups to make.
Will looked up from where he was adding a drawing of a basketball. “Hey, guys. Just in time. You can help with that third sign.” He pointed over to where Dustin and Max were working.
River didn’t see any reason not to help, and she thought it was cute how much work they were putting into this. She sat down and grabbed some markers as she helped make it look nice. Thankfully, she was pretty decent at drawing, though her nice drawings were a sharp contrast to the messy letters the boy wrote.
It was unique, for sure. But maybe that was the best part. It might have been all over the place, but that was what gave it character. Besides, Dustin and Mike seemed excited about how it turned out. Dustin more, but she really couldn’t fault them for that.
Of course, Will probably did the best job with Lucas’s help. El mostly focused on drawing, but her and Mike had a decent looking sign. It was very colorful, at least.
“Wow, you guys really went above and beyond,” River said.
“Well, it’s his last game, so we thought he might appreciate it,” Will replied. “I think that’s what you do at sports games.”
She ruffled his hair and stood up. “It’s a nice thought.”
After a bit, Jonathan came by to take some of them to the game. Of course, Nancy and Hawthorne joined, so it looked like they had even more people tagging along. Between Jonathan and Mrs. Wheeler, they were able to get everyone over to the high school without a problem.
They carried their signs in and sat down as the game was starting.
Over by the bench, River spotted Steve with the rest of the team. She smiled when she caught his eye and waved excitedly. He laughed a little and waved back.
It wasn’t long before the game was starting, and she watched excitedly despite having no clue how any of this actually worked. The only sport she really knew anything about was hockey, of course.
Every now and then, Steve would get the ball passed over to him, and she cheered along with the kids, waving their signs enthusiastically.
Admittedly, she mostly cheered when they did, but she was starting to get the hang of this. They got a few weird looks, especially since Max kept yelling, but she really didn’t care. This was just a part of the experience.
At some point, the game was tied, and there was about a minute left. River watched with anticipation as Steve dribbled the ball down the court, and he lined up to take a shot. He missed, and she groaned, but she didn’t give up hope just yet.
With about twenty seconds left, everyone watched with bated breath as Steve took another shot. It was almost like time slowed down for a moment, and then there was a chorus of cheering as the ball went in. The clock quickly winded down until the buzzer sounded. River stood and cheered, the others quickly following her lead.
Steve grinned as his teammates lifted him up, cheering and carrying him off for the time being. As soon as it was over, she ran down the bleachers, gathering all the kids.
They met Steve as he was coming out the locker room now that he was out of his uniform again. Dustin was the first to rush over and offer him a high five.
“You were so cool!” he exclaimed. “That was awesome.”
Steve chuckled and ruffled his hair. “Thanks, Henderson.” He looked up at the rest of them, astounded by just how many people showed up for him.
“You guys all really came to see me play?”
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Jonathan assured him.
They walked out to the parking lot together. Most of the way out, the kids went on about how they knew he could do it, and that he’d looked so cool playing.
It was enough to make River laugh, but it was adorable how much they all looked up to him. Once they were outside, they all divided into groups to head back home.
“You coming?” Jonathan asked, and she shook her head.
“No. You guys go on. I’m gonna hang back with Steve for now,” she said.
He nodded and waved. “I’ll get El home on time,” he promised before heading back to his car.
River headed over to Steve as he was getting ready. “Hey. Uh, look, I really appreciate you and the kids showing up.”
“Don’t worry about it. They all insisted on going, and I couldn’t really stop them.”
He laughed and crossed his arms. “Sounds like them.” He paused as he thought of something. “Do you wanna come back to my place? I mean, we can celebrate or whatever.”
She smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I’m cool with that.”
He grinned and got in his car, waiting for her to join and buckle in before he headed back to his house. The drive was mostly silent, save for the music, but it was nice.
It wasn’t too long before they made it there, and she followed him inside. Steve went to the kitchen and looked around until he found what he was looking for. In his hand was a bottle of wine. He grabbed cups and dragged her upstairs to his room.
She laughed and eagerly followed him up, immediately plopping onto his bed.
“Wine, huh? Fancy,” she teased.
He grinned and poured a little into both glasses before handing her one. “I did say we’d celebrate right?” He took a sip. “It doesn't taste too bad, and I really do appreciate you coming.”
“You know it wasn’t just me,” she said.
“Yeah, but you’re the one I was really hoping to see.” She was a little surprised to hear that, and he stuttered for a moment. “I mean, I know I asked, but I wasn’t sure if you actually would.”
River frowned and took a sip from her glass. “Hey, I’m your friend now,” she assured him. “Of course I was going to be there to support you.”
Steve sat back against the headboard and nodded. “I guess I’m just glad I have you around now.”
River smiled, scooting close and taking his free hand, setting her glass aside. “I’m really happy you won. You really deserve to have something good.”
There was a slight blush on his face, and she was sure it wasn’t the wine. They’d had hardly any yet, though he seemed to be deliberating something.
It was then that River realized how close they were. She could practically smell the wine on his breath — or as little of it as there was. For some reason she didn’t totally understand, there were butterflies in her stomach. It would be so easy to just lean over and press her lips to his.
But she didn’t.
She cleared her throat and looked away, quickly changing the subject. “The signs were the kids’ ideas, by the way,” she said.
Steve nodded, though he didn’t seem mentally present for just a moment. “Yeah. I liked them. You guys did really good with them.”
River let out a slight breath of relief, offering a smile. Whatever she was feeling, she shoved it aside to deal with some other time. It could wait.
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The next few days had carried on fairly routine. Steve still picked her up and took her to school, he sat with her in science, ate lunch with her, and still drove her home.
Realistically, River had a feeling she knew what she was feeling, but she didn’t want to address it. Steve was her friend, and she didn’t want to complicate things. She was fine with the way things were, so why try changing any of that?
She tried not to worry about it. Her English class seemed to drag on forever, though, and it seemed like it didn’t go unnoticed how strange she was acting.
“Hey, you okay?” Next to River, Annie Hardwick was leaning over and giving her a concerned look. “No offense, but you look terrible.”
River shook her head and slumped forwards in her desk. “I’m fine. Just really trying to keep everything together before the end of the school year.”
“Oh, right. You’re graduating, huh?”
She nodded. Annie gave her a sympathetic look. “At least you’ll be done with this hellhole.”
River laughed and nodded. “Sorry you’re stuck here for another year.”
“It could be worse. At least I have next year’s productions to keep me sane in the meantime.”
She wished she could say the same, but she wasn’t sure what she was even doing after graduation. It was a lot to handle right away.
River was relieved when the final bell rang. She got up, saying goodbye to Annie, and headed out to find Steve.
She met him in the parking lot where he was waiting next to his car. They both quickly got in, silently driving towards her house.
The tension was killing her, and she wondered if he’d caught on to her feelings. Was she that obvious? The idea made her anxious. The last thing she wanted was to lose her best friend. Assuming he even considered her that.
“Thanks for coming.” Steve seemed just as bothered by the silence. “To my game, that is. It really meant a lot.”
River let her shoulders relax, glad things weren’t so awkward after all. “Yeah, don’t worry. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” She really was happy she went. Especially knowing no one else would have, minus the kids perhaps. They’d all seemed to take a liking to him after everything, and she couldn’t blame them at all.
The smile on Steve’s face was genuine and almost made her melt, but she controlled herself. “I’m really glad you were there.”
For just a moment, she felt a twinge of hope, but she didn’t want to give into it. That might just be the last thing she needed right now. False hope. Instead, she smiled and nodded, hoping he didn’t notice her acting weird at all.
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