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𝐭𝐡𝐞 (𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲) 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 ✨ — a steve harrington one shot fic
modern!sperm donor!steve x modern!pregnant!fem!reader
Summary: It’s hard to find ‘forever’ in a world that glorifies hook-up culture. After multiple failed relationships, you start to believe that your dream of having a family someday will only be just that — a DREAM. That is until you stumble across The Baby Gate Foundation, a family planning organization that helps qualifying Strangers start families with one another.
disclaimers — fluff overload, strangers to friends to lovers, some angst, reader goes by “Honey”,
NSFW — very brief smut, p in v sex (unprotected), breeding kink, cream pie, soft!dom steve
word count — 6.0k words
“So… what’s your favorite color?”
It’s the most aggravating question to ask when wading in the Dating Pool — and unfortunately the most frequent. But you figure at least asking about Steve Harrington’s favorite color is a good ‘precursor question’ when trying to get to know him. After all, you are the one carrying his child.
“Cerulean,” the handsome stranger from across the table replies.
“What’s that?”
“It’s a type of blue.”
“You could’ve just said blue.”
“What’s the fun in that?”
You issue him a touché type nod as you gently place your folded hands over your growing bump…a bump that was a byproduct of an ordeal that he wasn’t even present to participate in.
Before you knew him as Steve Harrington, he was just Stranger #021 whose sperm donation gave you the gift of life. The gift of having a little one of your own.
And it was about time you started a family. It has been a dream of yours — once you bagged your dream job and got to travel the world — to get married and have kids. But apparently the person you spent 6 years with did not share that dream, despite having told you he did in the beginning stages of your partnership.
Are you crazy? How dare you think your ex wanted a family after he explicitly told you he wanted you to marry him and have his kids? Silly lady. You actually thought he meant what he said.
And Steve Harrington’s baby daddy application seemed impossible to resist. The Baby Gate Foundation disclosed to you that Stranger #021 has no physical ailments, was a star athlete in high school, isn’t a carrier for any chronic illnesses, and passed a mental health and drug clearance.
Your baby is very likely to come out healthy and, now that you’ve gotten a good general idea of the guy, will hopefully inherit Steve’s luscious chestnut brown hair, his radiant smile, sparkling eyes, and kind nature. A healthy baby. A healthy family. It’s all you’ve ever wanted.
“Your stomach feeling okay?” Steve inquires.
“Yeah,” you smile. “I just like touching it sometimes. It still doesn’t feel real.”
When selected, Steve jumped for joy. And you bet he started doing cartwheels when your pregnancy test came out positive. My dick still works! he remembers saying.
Having been a foster parent to many teenagers in the past, Steve also felt ready to have a kid of his own. But then his first long term girlfriend of three years cheated on him, and then his next long term girlfriend left him when she realized a family with him was not what she wanted. Steve was practically on the same boat as you. And the stars aligned…
“So I was thinking…when you’re in what’s considered a ‘safe’ point in your pregnancy, say second trimester… we can do cute pregnancy announcements,” Steve suggests.
Your eyes glimmer at the thought.
“As coparents of course!” Steve makes sure to add. “A-and then we can have a gender reveal. We can choose the theme and ideas for it later but I’m just thinking of an intimate cake cutting thing….pink frosting, obviously for girl…”
“And cerulean for boy,” you smirk at him, finishing his thought.
He chuckles at your comment. “Yes, cerulean for boy.”
You two then begin to brainstorm the minor details. Signing up for parenting classes. Check-up appointments. Your baby registry. Ironing out the details so that you both can relish in the pregnancy as much as possible.
When you’re done, Steve then pays for your lunch and you two go separate ways. But not before a long, grateful hug.
“Thank you,” you whisper into his ear. “You’ve made my dream come true.”
“I am just as indebted,” Steve insists, giving your back a loving rub. “I’ve always wanted to be a father.”
You decide to not let go until Steve breaks the hug. But little did you know that was Steve’s plan too. So you both stand there, in the middle of the mall food court swaying back and forth, waiting patiently for the other to let go because to be honest, you never know what a simple ‘I see you’ hug can do for somebody.
Finally, Steve pulls away.
“Listen, uh, Honey,” he says. “I hope this doesn’t sound weird because technically we don’t really know each other…but I already care about you so deeply. You’re the mother of my child. I want to be as involved as possible.”
“I care about you too Steve,” you beam at him. “And I feel like our healing journeys are coming to an end. I’m so excited to come together with another person who has the same goals in life.”
And that is all that’s said during that exchange. You hope that throughout your pregnancy, you and Steve can have more coparent dates to really get to know each other. You love that he feels safe and trustworthy, willing to put his all into the child that he, and many many medical experts helped you create. And you hope that as your baby grows up, you will find a lifelong partner like Steve someday.
“So how’d it go?”
You’re over at your best friend, Eddie’s apartment talking to him about your day. Eddie has been your best friend since middle school, bearing witness to every wonderful milestone — and tragedy — that has plagued your life ever since. Your decision to become a mother on your own, and coparenting with a stranger is no exception.
“I like him!” you exclaim. “He’s very sweet.”
“Do you trust him as your Baby Daddy?”
“If I didn’t, it’d be a little too late for that I’m afraid.”
Eddie would’ve been more than happy to be your donor, and without a doubt, you’d trust him in being fully present in the child’s life. However Eddie comes from a home with a turbulent family dynamic, and unfortunately is a carrier of the addiction gene along with many other illnesses. Eddie didn’t want to risk doing that to you or your family. So it works out that he and his boyfriend Henry are the ‘Fun Uncles’ or as he calls them “Funcles” instead, and Steve is the dad.
“But yeah I like Steve,” you circle back. “He’s funny, sweet, looks like he takes care of himself. Even paid for my food. Oh, and as a bonus, he uses big words.”
Eddie snorts as he strides over to the fridge. “He uses big words.”
“Yeah, like cerulean.”
Your bestie cocks an eyebrow and smirks at you. “What’s that?”
“It’s a type of blue,” you smirk back at him.
He releases a theatrical gasp. “Ground-breaking.”
Your banter is cut short when Eddie’s partner Henry walks through the door.
“Hello, hello.”
“Hey, Henry!”
You watch as the quiet, tall blonde dressed in dark-denim-tailored-to-fit struts in with a grocery bag, closing the door behind him with his foot.
“Hi, darlings.”
“Funcle Number Two,” Eddie greets his partner.
“I thought I was Number One.”
“You are,” Eddie shrugs. “In my heart. If you have an issue with your title and rank, I’d talk it up with Honey.”
“You can be Number One,” you grant him permission, eliciting a betrayed gasp from Eddie.
“Thank you, Honey,” Henry smirks, shooting a sassy look at Eddie.
Eddie issues a sour variation of that smirk to Henry, only to be met with a rough nudge to the ribcage. The two black cats then assemble to unload the groceries, all while focusing their attention back to you, their appointed ‘golden retriever’ of the bunch.
“Speaking of titles,” Henry adds. “How was your meeting with Daddy Steve?”
“It was wonderful,” you respond. “Was just telling Eddie how much I like him.”
Henry grimaces, understandably so. Your taste and judgment in men throughout the years have been nothing short of concerning. But because you didn’t willingly seek Steve out on a shady online dating app, at a dive bar at 2 AM, or on the dance floor of a sweaty small town nightclub, you figured you were in the clear.
“We’re gonna make it work no matter what,” you insist to your seemingly doubtful friends. “Even if there are discrepancies, we agreed it’s our kid before anything. And I’m ready. I told you guys myself that if I don't meet the love of my life by the time I'm 29, I'm having a baby by myself."
Aside from the two "Funcles", you have been the only consistent person in your life. And in this day and age, two people don't need to 'be together' to bring life into this world. And even if they are together, it’s not a happy home sometimes.
All that matters in this arrangement is that both of Baby Harrington’s parents are involved. That was Steve's promise to you.
Let's just hope he keeps it.
“That’s the head… and those…are your baby’s feet.”
You and Steve watch the monitor in awe as the sonographer scans your belly. You are now 20 weeks along, and doing a routine ultrasound check up.
First trimester was a nightmare. Constant nausea and vomiting so you’re not even sure that you’re stomaching those pre-natals, intense mood swings, and breast tenderness so bad you essentially begged Steve to just chop your tits off.
Regardless, you are healthy, and the baby is healthy. And now your camera roll is filled with pictures and videos of every frame of every ultrasound you get done, as well as audio recordings of Baby Harrington’s heartbeat. You and Steve even share your content amongst each other, just in case the other missed something that the other captured. It’s a wholesome exchange, really.
“Baby’s kicking a lot. Almost looks like they’re swimming in place,” the tech comments.
“I did swim and water polo in high school, could be why,” Steve explains.
You bat your eyes in adoration at your friend. He gives you a warm look back.
“Just like Daddy,” you say. And then Steve rests his palm atop your hand.
For the first time in a long time, everything feels complete.
“So, would you like to know the gender?” the sonographer inquires.
Immediately you and Steve bombard her with anxious-filled “No no no no”s. You decided to go with the cake gender reveal idea, and Henry and Eddie were in charge of having it made.
“We’d like for it to be a surprise,” Steve smiles. “But we sure would like an envelope with the gender in it. Honey’s gonna give it to her friends to give the baker.”
“Sounds like a plan to me!” the tech grins widely. “I will have it printed out for you shortly.”
She wipes your belly down so that there is no more ultrasound jelly on your stomach before leaving. Meanwhile, you and Steve are absolutely giddy. You are now halfway through your pregnancy and couldn’t wait to hold Baby Harrington in your arms.
But as exciting as everything is, it is also anxiety-inducing. No parenting book could ever prepare you for bringing a kid into the world. There was so much more that needed to be done. So much to do. And it seems like there was so very little time to do it.
Steve has another question for you. “When does the baby usually wake you up?”
“Baby’s a night owl, strangely,” you reply. “I’ll feel some moving and stuff at night.”
Steve sighs and shakes his head in thought.
“Man, I hope kid doesn’t wake you up at night too much when they’re born. That’d be god awful.”
“I know, I’ve been thinking of that too,” you groan. “And all the diaper changes I’ll probably have to do before putting them back to sleep. Ugh, I don’t even wanna think about diapers.”
You didn’t want to think about post-partum shit. So far, you’ve only been focused on pregnancy shit, and that shit is already overwhelming. While you seem well-equipped for pregnancy itself, the thought of actually being a fully-functioning parenting unit alongside Steve brings on a new set of fear.
Suddenly you and Steve look up at each other.
“Oh shit!” you shriek. “A crib! We need a crib! A stroller.”
“And a whole nursery,” he gulps. “And a baby monitor… A swaddle! A carrier!”
———
You and Steve are moved in together by the end of the month. Platonically, of course. With a capital P.
You both figured that raising the baby under one roof would be the healthiest way to approach your parenting situation. Both of you already get along really well and have similar communication styles. You two also have the same expectations from each other. And not every child is blessed with two parents living together in a happy home. It’s a luxury you both refused to take for granted.
So eventually the non-traditional-housewarming-slash-baby-shower-party rolls around, in efforts to help prepare for Baby Harrington’s arrival. It ends up being a huge success. Additionally, the party gave everyone a chance to mingle with one another, your friends meeting Steve’s friends and jokingly calling each other "in-laws". Robin and Eddie immediately grow very fond of each other, having deemed each other best friends after their third time meeting.
“How long do you give it?” Robin asks Eddie as they watch you and Steve work together to build the crib. “You know till they…”
They observe as you and Steve bicker back and forth about whether or not a section of the crib was installed the wrong way. You argue that it was, and Steve, still firm in his masculinity that he felt like was slowly chipping away (he can’t help it sometimes) insisted that it wasn’t.
“I know how to read, Honey. And besides, if it’s the wrong part, how did I screw it on perfectly?”
“I don’t know, Bob the Builder,” you fire back at him. “You didn’t have to 'screw it on perfectly' to get me pregnant.”
“Til that baby is born,” Eddie estimates.
Eddie chuckles at this. He’s been with Henry for many years, but you two have beat him at the argue-like-a-married couple thing. Slyly, he sips his beer.
“…The very latest.”
“Steve, I’m hungry. Wanna go to Rally’s?”
The cravings have officially kicked in (finally). But of course, it’s at the least convenient of times.
“Woman, it is 1 in the morning...”
“Yes, and I want Rally’s.”
You give Steve a light thunk on his fluffy head.
Now that you two live together, sleeping in the same bed was bound to happen eventually. But it is the least of your concerns. In a world where people go ‘ghost’ after getting what they want, laying your head down in the same bed as Steve is the farthest thing from intimacy. You’re also afraid of the dark, and being in his light calms your nerves.
Except for tonight. Where the only thing that’ll calm those nerves is a Wild West burger and some fries.
Steve huffs, clearly too tired to argue with your hungry ass. But also, you’re the mother of his child. You have the hardest job, and having a late night snack when you felt like it is the bare minimum of what you deserve.
“Let’s go.”
You smirk to yourself as you dance your way out of bed. Anything Baby Mama wants, Baby Mama gets.
Rally’s sure did the trick. When you and Steve return, you find yourself skipping back to the bedroom while Harrington fights to urge to plop onto the floor right by the entry way, his body’s natural response to a food coma, and the state of lethargy he was in from being stirred awake.
But as much as he valued his beauty sleep, he knows deep down he’d still do it again for you. Your little food dance was also pretty damn cute, anyways.
———
THE NEXT WEEK
You and Steve have been ordering way too much takeout. So tonight you decide to surprise him with a home-cooked meal. So while he’s at work, you’re searching Pinterest for healthy, savory dishes to cook. Chinese food it is. One can never go wrong with some chicken fried rice.
Steve comes home right when you finish.
“Oh my god,” Steve gawks as he enters the kitchen. “What smells so damn good?”
“I made dinner,” you smile gleefully, and with pride. “I have so much energy second trimester it’s insane. Hope you like Chinese.”
Steve slows down. Glancing around the chaotic kitchen, he takes in the array of sauces, the cutting board, and the multiple plates and bowls that most likely harbored the. Then he looks at you — a sweaty mess with stains on her apron from all the rice tossing. And he can tell, by your slightly labored breathing, that you’re gathering up all the energy you possibly can to powerwash all the dishes.
“You…made this for me?”
“Yeah! For us, actually. And the baby. I hope you’re okay with onions and scallions.”
“Y-yeah, I’m fine with those,” he insists. “It’s just that…I have a date tonight.”
Suddenly the pots and pans feel so much heavier. The air, hotter. The onions, stronger judging by how tears start pooling at the base of your eyes. At least you want to blame it on those.
“Oh,” you sniff.
“I’m so sorry, Honey. I should’ve told you so you didn’t have to go out of your way.”
“It’s fine.”
Why do you feel this way? It’s not like you two are together anyway. This pregnancy is a partnership… platonic with a capital P. So why are you upset? And more importantly, why are you jealous?
“I-I’m sorry…” Steve panics. “I-it’s just that we’ve been getting takeout all week and I thought it’d be the same toni-”
“It’s okay, Steve.”
“That came out so bad, I…”
“I know what you mean,” you shake your head shutting him down immediately. “Have fun tonight, okay?”
“You’re crying…”
“I was chopping onions,” you point out.
You nod to the bag of onions that were yet to be put away. There was a lot left to be put away actually, and you were kind of hoping Steve would help. But clearly he’s a busy man.
“And it’s probably just the stupid pregnancy hormones too,” you add.
“They’re NOT stupid,” Steve insists. “And you just said you have so much energy. You were bursting with light just a moment ago…before I killed it.”
“Have fun tonight, Steve,” you repeat.
You head over to the wok and scoop out a serving for two: one serving for you, and one for the baby. Dad will get the leftovers, you suppose.
Steve watches you intently. You can feel his stare even with your back turned. Suddenly, you hear the faint dial tone of his cell phone ringing a couple of times before someone answers.
“Hey…Lacey, I can’t come tonight,” Steve sighs. “I’m really sorry for being so last minute. A family emergency came up.”
You look back over at him. He makes sure to look you in the eyes as he says ‘family’.
The two of them talk some more before Steve hangs up the phone. Awkwardly now, you chew softly at the rice you made.
“Well she definitely hates me,” Steve chuckles. “But I don’t care.”
“Steve…” you speak. “You didn’t have to.”
“You’re carrying my kid,” Steve looks at you with glimmering eyes. “I can’t be running through the town in the arms of another woman. This pregnancy is a team effort.”
He glides over you and stops right where your hips meet. You timidly manage to look up at him, tear-jerked, all sweaty, and very very pregnant. And after Steve tucks a loose strand of hair behind the blushing cartilage of your ear, he presses his tender lips against your forehead.
“For the baby,” he whispers to you.
“For the baby,” you repeat after him.
The day is here.
The gender reveal, that is. You didn’t expect finding out something as simple as having a boy or girl was going to be this nerve wracking. And to think some people do this in front of a huge audience.
“Okay…” you exhale unevenly. “You ready?”
“Only if you are,” Steve nods, but his trembling hands betray him.
“Hand me a glass.”
Steve hands you one of the two wine glasses you brought for the intimate picnic you had planned for today. On the count of three, you two were to dig those very glasses into the cake and scoop out the long awaited answer.
SWEET CHILD O MINE, the cake reads. Boy or girl?
Henry and Eddie settled for a Rock-N-Roll inspired cake, with self-indulgent black and red buttercream on the outside, and the pre-determined blue or pink on the inside. You were afraid that it was going to be a little too edgy for Steve, but he assures you the aesthetic of a cake is the least of his priorities.
Drawing out an uneven breath now, you decide to start counting down.
“One…” you gulp.
“Two…” Steve joins in.
But you can't bring yourself to say ‘three’. Shutting your eyes closed in a bout of nervousness, you mutter softly,
"Two and a half..."
It earns you a chuckle from Steve. Knowing just how to calm you down, like he had been doing all pregnancy, he offers you his available hand to squeeze if you needed.
“Three!” you two finally say together.
Plunging your wine glasses into the cake, you and Steve gather one big scoop each while your eyes drift elsewhere.
“I can’t look,” you choke, sniffing back a tear or two.
“I can’t either,” Steve exhales, evidently nervous. “You can look first though.”
“No, I’ll look when you do.”
You’re met with messy dough and frosting in the glass at first. But after trailing after the inside part of the cake, you catch sight of the fluffy frosting that was buried beneath. A bright, eye-catching, pastel....
...cerulean blue. A baby boy.
“Oh…my…god,” your hand trembles in complete shock. “It’s a boy…”
“Oh my god, baby!” Steve sniffs going in to hug you. “We’re having a boy…”
And then it happens. Unable to contain himself from his joy any longer, Steve cups your face with his frosting-laced fingers, connecting his lips passionately to yours, and you with him.
It’s the best day of Steve’s life. You are the reason that he gets to live out his dream of becoming a dad. And now that you two are having a son, all he can imagine is teaching the kid how to throw a football in the backyard, signing him up for T-Ball and Boy Scouts (just like his dad once did with him), and taking him and his buddies out on silly, fun-filled rag-tag group adventures.
And knowing how strange and daunting the world can be, Steve already maps out how to raise your child morally, encouraging him to always treat others with kindness, to be a friend to all, to always lend a helping hand whenever the situation calls on it. And to respect women…because after all, everybody came from one. And Steve knows that he struck gold, considering the fact that he views you as an absolute queen.
You kiss King Steve back, humming in awe because of how natural his energy feels against yours.
It all feels very natural. Makes you feel like you’ve known him your entire life.
Your eyes widen in shock as you two look at each other, both stunned that a kiss was both of your initial, seemingly ‘platonic’, response to the news.
"Is it just me or is it just now hitting?" Steve questions. "We're having a kid together."
"It's just now hitting me too," you agree, the double meaning tugging aggressively at your heartstrings. "We're really doing this, Stevie."
“Our son.”
“Our son.”
———
“What happens when one of us finds somebody?”
It’s a talk you and Steve were due for eventually. But Steve is just as unsure, looking over at your pregnant silhouette standing at the foot of the doorway.
But with how beautiful you looked standing at the doorway, your silk, maternity night gown hugging all the beautiful curves of your body while you rubbed your belly that housed your very active kicker, Steve wasn’t even sure if he’d ever want to find somebody else.
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” he ends up saying.
He makes his way over to you, wrapping his gentle arms around your waistline, emitting his ever-growing love for you and the baby you two share.
“But if one thing's for sure, it's our son. Baby Harrington first. Before anything.”
“Baby before anything," you repeat the promise.
Steve’s lips graze your skin once again, an invitation and incentive to join him in bed — nuzzled up in the sheets and his warmth — so the two of you can soak in all the rest you possibly can before Baby Boy makes his entrance into the world.
Some bridges aren’t meant for crossing. Sometimes settling is the best option. And you don’t mind settling down. Because here, in Steve’s arms, it feels like home.
WEEK 38
An involuntary rush in your lower extremity stirs you awake. When you feel around to push the sheets aside and hobble to the bathroom, you’re stunned to discover your nightgown had become a raft, and that you’re laying atop your own unscented secretions. And you know it’s not piss. So if you didn’t pee…
Oh no, it’s happening.
You begin to panic.
“Steve!” you hiss, sitting up and pushing your partner awake. “HEY! Harrington!”
“Huh?” Steve mumbles, still half asleep.
“Get the hospital bag.”
“What?”
“Get the hospital bag, dingus. My water just broke.”
He shoots up. Still relatively disoriented, but now also horrified.
“W-what? Are you sure?! Does this… A-are you about to…”
“Yes! Grab the bag and start the car. He’s coming RIGHT NOW.”
While you slowly sit up to get your shoes and a robe on, Steve scurries to the car with your overnight L&D bag and purse in his arms. You reach over to grab your phone and charger, dialing up Eddie in the process.
It rings for a long time before he picks up.
“Honey, it’s 4 AM, what do you want?” Eddie grumbles.
“It’s time, Eds,” you sniff happily. “The baby is coming.”
The line is silent for a couple seconds, and for a while it’s like you can hear Eddie connecting the dots in his head. Alas, he speaks.
“HO-LY SHIT!”
*Click*. The line disconnects.
Steve holds your hand through it all. From checking into Labor and Delivery, to moving to your room, to breathing exercises with your bedside doula, check-ins with your midwife, and throughout the entire birthing process.
Not only is he nervous out of his mind, but he thinks you’re so beautiful.
"You know," Steve says in attempts to soothe you. "When I came out the womb, the nurse yelled "Oh my gosh! That's a lot of hair on a baby!"
You're too fixated on your breathing exercises to fully appreciate Steve's story. But you understand his sweet gesture, so you stroke his thumb with your thumb to let him know you're listening.
“I guess I had double the amount of hair than a usual newborn,” he continues. “And all the nurses were crowding around to get a good— OW OW OW! Watch the hand, watch the hand.”
The sudden level 9 contraction that shot through your entire stomach, causing you to scream in agony and beg for the epidural.
"JESUS, FUCK GET THIS BABY OUT OF ME!" you plead desperately.
Steve kisses you softly on the forehead before going in to stroke your, very sweaty, hair. He was not going to leave your side. Not now, not ever. This baby — and you — are the best things to ever happen to him.
Thanks to yours and Steve's mindful prep, the birthing process was a smooth one compared to others.
But still pretty painful, nonetheless. For you, for Steve, for everybody involved.
"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit," Eddie sputters as he and Henry rush onto the unit with the baby's carseat and other miscellaneous belongings in their hands. "It's happening, it's happening. He's almost here!"
"I wonder," Henry pants, doing his best to keep up with his boyfriend. "If she experienced the Ring of Fire yet."
"What's the Ring of Fire?" Eddie questions him.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" your tumultuous screams sound down the hall directly from your room. Anyone would've thought someone was getting murdered in there, had it not been a hospital unit strictly for childbirth.
"That," Henry answers him.
---
"You're almost there, baby," Steve encourages you. "Keep pushing."
The epidural had finally kicked in and now all you had to focus on was pushing.
“I see the head, Mama,” your midwife announces, rubbing your knee as you’re struggling to push. “Keep going, keep going! Couple more for me.”
“FUCK!” you cry out doing your best to contract those muscles.
“There we go…” Steve soothes you as he strokes your hair. “Doing AMAZING, baby. That’s it…”
He strokes your thumb with his, a helpless look in his eyes as he watches you struggle. It’s clear that Steve doesn’t know what else he could possibly do for you, but he attempts to mask that belief. He couldn’t wait to spoil you afterwards. It’s what you deserve.
“Few more pushes, Honey,” your nurse says again. “He’s almost out. We got his shoulders now.”
“Oh god I’m gonna faint,” Steve says, evidently growing dizzy.
“Can someone get a wet towel for Dad?!” another nurse calls out. “And maybe some juice?”
“PUSH, PUSH!”
“PUSH, Honey!”
“ALMOST THERE, MAMA!”
“I can’t,” you cry out. “I can’t anymore.”
“You can do it, baby,” Steve encourages you, pelting the back of your hand with endearing kisses. “You’re doing such a good job, I’m so proud of you…”
Before you know it, the air of the hospital room fills with tiny belted cries, followed by relieved and adorn coos as the nurse catches your baby.
“0507, time of birth!"
“Oh my god,” Steve wails in excitement. “Oh my god, he’s here he’s out. We have a baby! You did it, Honey!”
Too exhausted to say anything you simply fall back, taking a few deep breaths in relief. It’s over, the baby is here. And he is healthy.
You feel a sloppy kiss land on your cheek. Steve ruffles your hair when you look his way.
“You did it, Honey.”
Everything happens so fast after that.
From what you hear, Steve was the one who cut the umbilical cord — and he was very adamant about having the pictures to prove it. The baby was then weighed and bathed, all the hospital data was gathered with permission granted by Steve.
And soon, after an eternity, your son is swaddled and soon returned back to you and ‘Dad’.
"Oh wow!" a nurse remarks. "This baby has a whole lotta hair!"
You and Steve immediately look to each other and burst out laughing. Just like his Daddy...
———
“How does that feel, Steve?” you ask him, eyes fixated on the absolute DILF in front of you.
“Amazing,” he coos. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
When all needs were attended to, it was finally time for ‘skin to skin’. You didn’t think it’d be possible to be both sexy and wholesome at the same time — until you saw Steve cradling your newborn, pressing him tenderly against his exposed chest so that their hearts can beat as one.
“Hi little man,” he sniffs. “I’m your daddy.”
A single tear falls from his face and splashes onto the blanket that your son was cocooned in. Steve pulls him in closer and kisses him softly on the forehead.
“I’m your daddy,” he repeats.
It’s everything he’s ever wanted. Steve’s legacy is about to begin and it’s all thanks to you. And from your hospital bed as you recover, you are able to snap some pictures of the two loves of your life, the first photos of many, of the family photo albums.
“Ugh, when did Steve get so hairy?” Lucas wonders as he sneaks a gaze into the hospital room.
“Right?” Dustin agrees, joining him beside the doorway. “I told him he needs to tame that jungle but he claims the ladies dig it.”
“I mean, look at Honey,” Lucas points out. She seems to like it and Steve knocked her up.”
“True but it wasn’t organic, you idiot,” Max mutters.
Love pours in from every wing of the unit. Soon all your family and friends start to arrive, as well as Steve’s family and friends. You’re spoiled with ‘congratulations’ signs, and postpartum care packages, and an array of foods that you couldn’t eat while pregnant (i.e. sushi, deli sandwiches).
And with your approval, Steve comes out of the hospital room, ready — and proud — to showcase your baby to the entire world.
“Everyone, there’s someone we’d like for you to meet,” Steve says, keeping his voice at a low murmur. “This is Benjamin Dean Harrington. Benny for short.”
You and Steve end up taking parental leave at the same time.
Your entire day-to-day consists of loving on and spending quality time with Benny. The diaper changes, the cuddles, the nursery rhymes, and everything in between. It’s impossible to think you’ll ever get tired of it. You and Steve have officially transitioned to Mom & Dad Mode.
Until Benny goes to sleep.
As the golden sun peaks in through the cream colored blinds, you feel Steve’s hand trail down your back and down to your ass to grab it. Releasing a soft moan, you lean into his touch, shifting your weight to one side of the mattress.
“Baby…” he moans into you.
“Should we?” your eyes twinkle. “The baby’s asleep…”
He chuckles into your neck, raspy voice sure to be the end of you if he kept teasing you any longer.
“‘m scared I’ll hurt you.”
“I’ll let you know,” you barter. “I feel ready.”
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“Fuck, right there, Steve…”
You grip the sheets tightly as Steve rolls his hips into you, his strokes a delicious mix of pleasure and a challenging stretch. And as you bite into your pillow, your eyes rolling up towards the sky, he maintains the pace you love so much, drilling you in, simultaneously massaging your clit while his quenched lips tenderly suction themselves to the crook of you neck.
It’s your first time together, but it feels like you two have done this before. Your bodies are naturally in sync, knowing where your boundaries lie without needing any cues, and knowing exactly how far you both can take it. Daddy Steve, being the gentleman he is, has your entire body mapped out.
“God I love it,” your overstimulated self whimpers, chest to your chin, ankles dangling off of Steve’s broad shoulders as he rails you.
“Oh, I bet you do, Honey.”
His large hand encloses around your neck, thumb hovering over your lips as he fawns over your mewling, vulnerable body.
“You want my cum, baby?” Steve asks. “Want me to fill you to the brim huh? You wanna have my babies?”
“Yes, I want your babies, Steve,” you moan. “Want all of them.”
And as an orgasm spills out of you, Steve’s spills in, coating you with his warm release as you both unravel in the sheets.
“Holy shit, that felt so good,” you whisper, nuzzling your head against his chest. Steve grins from ear to ear when you kiss him on the chin. “Thank you for making me feel so safe and loved.”
“Well when you’re you Honey, you make it so easy,” he blushes.
Steve rests his hands on your ass again, giving it a faint smack. You bite your lip as he pulls you even closer to him. And as the sun sets, you know round two is on the horizon.
“Anyways, when ARE we having another one?”
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author’s note: i’m noticing some themes with the way i write eddie smut vs steve smut. i totally write eddie as a rough dom and steve is def a soft dom. not complaining tho, those are my headcannons for them 🤭
divider creds: @silkholland , @elfbar-baby
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Mike has 100% gotten in a fight with an arcade claw machine before
#byler fics#byler#byler week#fanfics#mike wheeler#mike wheeler angst#will byers#byler ao3#byler is real#bylerfics#stranger things#stranger things fics#stranger things fan fiction#stranger things headcannons#mike wheeler headcanons
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Hi!!
Can I please request a fic of Eddie x Female reader where she’s pretty flirtatious but he never took it seriously because he thought she act like this around her friends too, until someone else from the hellfire club wants to ask her out and he realized that they probably both have a crush on each other
Thank you so much🥺
stupid hottie
pairing: eddie munson x f!reader
genre: friends to lovers!, jealous!eddie, fluff
summary: guess jealousy’s the answer for you and eddie’s situation
A/N: sorry it took me so long to post this and if it’s short😭 i hope you like it though. let me know what you think! and i hope it’s alright if i made a minor change to it. alsooo send in your requests or some messages lol i’d love to make new friends or have some short convos with you guys. ❤️
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You dust off Eddie’s jacket and fix his hair, “Sweetie, be careful next time don’t want to damage that handsome face of yours” you smile.
Eddie just slipped over god knows what as he made his way towards the table to start his campaign. You rush towards him and help him up. After muttering a small ‘thank you’ to you, you give him a wink and grab his arm and go to your seats. The long-haired metalhead was once again, feeling butterflies in his stomach.
Eddie hated how flirty you were, how you call him cute nicknames, how you always leave him with a tint of red on his cheeks, and how much you make his heart flutter. He liked you since day one, when he saw you walking through the hallways like a lost puppy; oh how much he got nervous when you approached him to ask where Math class was. And from there, you both became friends and he introduced you to Hellfire Club.
Dustin was the first one to notice Eddie’s crush on you, the way he looks at you and how he unconsciously smile when you talk. He always bug him and urge him to ask you out, saying how you obviously feel the same but to no avail, Eddie always tell him that you don’t and that you act the same to everyone.
Eddie feels a light tap on his shoulder, he takes a look at the fingers on his shoulder and immediately recognized who’s delicate hand it was. He moves his head and lean towards you “Uhm Eddie, I’m gonna go to the toilet real quick”. He nods his head in response and moves his chair away to give you some space to stand up.
The rest of them watches you as you make your way out to the bathroom, as soon as you were out of their sight, Gareth speaks up, “I’m gonna ask her out”. Eddie immediately shots his head up and stare at Gareth, his jaw suddenly tightens - a weird tense and raging feeling goes through his body. Dustin looks at his friend in front of him, giving him a small kick under the table. Eddie turns his attention to the boy and Dustin mouths “You better do something, asap”.
Eddie looks down, his mind going feral, his thoughts running everywhere, he clenches his fist and lets out an annoyed sigh.
Not long after, you go back to the room and Eddie’s body relaxes - but his mind’s still a total mess.
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The campaign finishes and everyone left the room, leaving you, Eddie, and Dustin behind with the cleaning. Dustin suddenly grabs his bag and rushes to the door, “I’m so sorry guys, I-I remember my mom asked me to do something, uhm y-yeah” he waves you both goodbye. You wave back and continue cleaning, Eddie glares at Dustin, “now’s your chance” the boy whisper-shouts.
You notice Eddie staring at the door, not moving an inch, “Baby can you -”
“Don’t go out with Gareth” he cuts you off.
You put down the small box of figures on the table beside you, “what?”
“That loser was planning to ask you out, so, say no”
You smirk at his statement, crossing your arms, “and why should I say no?
“I mean if you want to then go, not like I care” his eyes wandering somewhere else.
“Okay, then I will. He is cute” you tease.
He looks back at you surprised, “for real?”
You smile at his reaction. You wrap you arms around his waist and pull him closer to you, “seems like someone is jealous” you say as you tilt your head.
“M-me? fuck no, why would I?” he stutters, shaking his head aggressively.
“I don’t know” you shrug playfully.
Already impatient, you pull him closer and lightly smack his forehead, “god you’re so fucking stupid”
“Of course, I won’t go with Gareth. I want to go out with you” you confess. “Don’t you see? I always flirt with you and practically give my whole attention to you, and I can’t believe you still didn't take the hint” you add, a slight hint of frustration in your voice.
You move you hands up to his collar and pull him into a kiss. You couldn't take it any longer, you knew he felt the same, you just waited for him to make the first move but he’s just so oblivious to do so. Eddie melts into the kiss and cups your face with both hands, you pull away first - leaving him wanting for more.
“Now, aren’t you gonna tell me something?” you smile.
“Y/N, will you be my gorgeous girlfriend?” he asks, looking into your eyes with admiration and happiness.
“I will be honored to be this stupid hottie’s girlfriend” you reply.
“Now come on, give your jealous boyfriend another kiss to make him feel better” he pouts.
You laugh and give in, you press your lips against his - this time more delicate and less rushed.
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#stranger things#stranger things x reader#stranger things imagine#stranger things oneshot#stranger things scenarios#stranger things headcannons#stranger things fanfic#stranger things fanfiction#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson oneshot#eddie munson scenarios#eddie munson headcannons#joseph quinn#joseph quinn x reader
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Can u write being el's first friend in california as popular fem!reader headcanons
el deserved better >:[ ive tried my best, hope you enjoy!
HCs of being Jane "Eleven" Hopper's first friend in California
New place, new school, new faces
El was hoping that she'd somehow blend right in, just in the background
Will was encouraging her although he also found it hard not seeing an inch of the faces he'd grown used to
The first few months passed, and El was beggining to slowly come out of her shell
But that's also when a girl named "Angela" had decided to start picking on El
D'yknow the presenation scene, yes that scene
Eleven felt her hands shake as the students in front of her laughed.
"Knock it off Angela, don't you have nothing else to do besides, I don't know, being an ass? Oh yeah I forgot, you're already one."
Eleven looked at where the source came from, there was you, giving Angela a smug smile as everyone now turned to snicker at her.
Then your eyes met Eleven's, and she saw you give her a small smile and a thumbs up.
Eleven knew she liked you better than anyone else here, except Will of course
"Ms. (l/n)! I will not be tolerating this kind of behaviour, meet me in detention later."
Eleven looked at the teacher and back at you, you gave a shrug and Eleven had the chance to continue her presentation
Now after class, and after freshly getting out of detention, you saw the girl or rather "Jane" as you could recall, walking towards a bench and sitting on it, placing her project on her lap.
It was the great time to approach
"Hey, I haven't seen you before... You're not from around here, aren't you?" You casually say after walking through the sea of students towards her.
Eleven tensed, but once she looked up to spot you, she felt herself calm down just a little bit
She shakes her head no, and you nod. You offered your hand and introduced yourself. "(Y/N) (L/N), you?"
Eleven looked at your hand and back at you
"I promise you I'm not like Angela, and I apologize for her behaviour, you know how animals act when they get out of their cage." You joked and that made Eleven audibly laugh
She shook your hand, uttering her name
"Jane, Jane Hopper."
"Well Jane Hopper, can I be your friend?"
Now this was the start of a rollercoaster of a friendship
You were the one to give the tour of everything, including the latest talks and such
Eleven was a bit overwhelmed at first, but with your reassurance she began to grasp things a little bit better
She also learned that you had quite put the reputation for yourself
Because you were known as that easy-going, reckless, and the funny type of popular
You were chaotic at times, but some would say you're one of the good ones
Don't get me wrong, you were still getting good grades (hopefully) but you just rather want to live in the moment
Eleven would often watch you in awe as you made the class erupt with laughter again
Will knew about this friendship and you got to meet him too, Will thinks you're cool and Eleven very much agrees
Few weeks in and you were already closer than ever
Going to Rink-O-Mania with her and Will
Having the time of your lives
Lucky for her, you were an expert in these things
You dragging Jane around as she laughs, trying to hold onto you so she doesn't fall
Will following you and laughing along when the three of you accidentally bumped into each other and falling on your butts
Over all having a good time
Also bonus
Defending Jane from the bullies
Eleven couldn't be more grateful, even though she's been around for a few months, the anxiety still hadn't settled in
But then Eleven suddenly had the thought of you getting hurt because of her
If ever that happens, Eleven knows that she'll protect you no matter what
You were her friend, and you were the only one who took their time getting to know her without any malice, even showing her all the cool stuff she'd been missing out
And you were respectful when she decides to stay silent when you ask her about herself
She wouldn't let anything happen to you
Although if she wanted to protect you it'll come with a cost
It meant telling you everything that happened, everything. Even all that's happened in Hawkins.
This often plagued her mind at night, what if they come for you?
But all she could do was hope that day would never happen.
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Steve Harrington x Male!Reader headcannons
Part Two
- Robin can tell that he’s falling for you and will 100% tease him about it. Of course, Steve being Steve, he’s gonna deny it. Just because he talks about you and hangs out with you all the time doesn’t mean he likes you?! Right?…
- More hangout sessions later, he starts to realise that he’s been more nervous around you. His cheeks become flushed when you smile at him. The way his heart skips a beat when you laugh at a joke he made. He gets butterflies in his stomach when you give him a goodbye hug.
- When Steve asks you out, he was super nervous because he had never asked a guy before. He was a bit surprised you even accepted his confession.
- Most dates with him include watching movies at his house. He really likes it when you cuddle up against him. He likes to play with your hair while you listen to his heartbeat, so it’s a win-win for both of you!
- Watching a horror movie with Steve is fun. Steve would hug you when he’s scared and will quickly deny that he was. When Robin hears about this, she’ll tease him a lot about it.
- Speaking of Robin, both of you get along. You guys like to tease and prank him. She’ll tell you all the cheesy pickup lines he came up with for you. While you told her about some embarrassing stories from Steve. He’s not too happy that he has to deal two people making fun of him now.
- During summer break, you guys would go out on picnics a lot. You would cook and pack lunch for the both of you while he buys beer and sets up the blanket. The rest of the afternoon is spent by both of you laughing at each other underneath the cool summer breeze.
- Steve feels so happy when he’s with you. He’s 100% sure that you’re the person that he’s meant to be with. He just wants to spend the rest of his life with you <3
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This is my first time writing! I kept checking the male reader tag for Steve like every hour. Since there wasn’t a lot of content, I decided to do it myself.
#stranger things#stranger things x male reader#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x male reader#steve harrington x you#steve x reader#stranger things headcannons#male reader
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Dating Robin Buckley headcannons
Men DNI
Robin is the type of girl who will talk your ear off but you just love hearing her voice so you let her rant about something that you don't even know.
She will always be nervous around you even after you started dating. She says it's because she still can't believe that she's dating a goddess like you.
She easily gets flustered.
Easily blushes from any and every compliments you've said.
Forehead and nose kisses. From the both of you ofc.
She likes to be the small spoon.
Is super clingy like a koala.
She likes to let you play with her hair because she says that it's very relaxing.
Is literally super oblivious. It took her like 5-7 dates to know that the both of you were going on a date date not a friend date.
You were dropping Robin off at her house after your date. You really thought that she was going to kiss you tonight but I guess not.
You can't help but feel that she just doesn't feel the same way and just goes out with you because of some sort of pity.
"Robin." You called out to her as she stepped outside your car. She turned to look at you as you said.
"Why haven't you kissed me yet? We've gone on several dates but you haven't even kissed me once. Do you not like me?" Robin was panicking as rushed over to you and cupped your cheeks to give you a kiss
"I- uh- I didn't know- I thought we were just hanging out. Y'know as like- as friends." She'll be so apologetic and she'll swear that she'll make it up to you which you replied with "you better."
Literally after that date, she was all over you. Hugging you, kissing you, clinging to you and using her puppy eyes manipulation everytime she apologizes.
As I've mentioned puppy eyes manipulation! You're mad at her? She'll be using her doe eyes to look at you and pout then apologizes. She knows that you can't resist her being too adorable and does she use that to her advantage? She very much does.
"Robin, you literally ate all of my snacks! Y'know how much I hate watching movies and not munching on anything!" When she turned to look at you, she had this look on her face that she knew she fucked up so she put on her best apologetic look + her puppy eyes.
"NO! NO NO NO NO! YOU CAN'T JUST USE YOUR PUPPY EYES EVERY TIME I'M MAD AT YOU. THAT'S LITERALLY SO MANIPULATIVE ROBS." She then had tears brimming in the corner of her eyes, you sighed which made her knew that you were going to forgive her.
"Fine, i forgive you robs. C'mere and cuddle me. You're going to buy me twice the amount of the snacks you ate." But the both of you knew that she wasn't going to do that, just cuddling with you will make up for what she did.
Speaking of movie nights, when she's working at Family video she will let you pick any movies that you'd like to watch with her. Will she tease you for what you chose? But of course. Will she reject a movie night with her favourite person? How absurd! Of course not.
The both of you will always tease Steve because he's single and existing. You respect him as a single mom though. Of course Robin secretly actually likes him (platonically ofc), she just doesn't show it because Steve is a dingus.
Are another set of adoptive parents of the kids. Your favourites are Max and El but Robin's faves are Max and Will.
The both of you act like the "wine aunts" but are still a parental figure none the less.
You spoil her a lot. Whether it be about giving her gifts, compliments or cuddles etc.
You always knew that Robin deserves the world and you will do anything you can to make her feel that.
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do you still love me?
Robin Buckley x fem!reader
Warnings: A little bit of angst, secret relationship, implied homophobia, fluffy ending
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It was hard to not be insecure sometimes. Teenagers always have a lot of hormones. Hawkins high had a lot of cliques and a lot of these cliques had a lot of pretty people.
Often times you’d catch Robin looking at one of them. Now the thing is Robin kind of does have a staring problem. It’s not that she wants to stare at them, she just does stare at them and she can’t really help it. It happens with just about anybody.
Robin has told you time and time again that she has flaws like this, but you still can’t help it but let it get to your head. Do you know not to worry because you know that she’ll never cheat on you, but if she still has feelings for you it is different.
It’s a rabbit hole that you often find yourself going down, especially late at night when you’re thinking. Robin was spending the night at your house and you two were laying in bed together. She had asked you before if you were doing okay and of course he said yes but it wasn’t too convincing.
However Robin decided to let it go because she figured that you would tell her if you were ready. Robin was an over thinker too and the fact that you started to become more quiet made her nervous.
You were more popular than Robin but you weren’t a popular kid. This made her overthink because you could have anybody you want, you really could have. You had people every once in a while ask you out and you always decline since you were secretly dating Robin.
One day after class, you walked to your locker to switch out your books for the second half of the day, when you felt someone behind you. You turn around at the feeling of someone’s presence and noticed that it’s not Robin. It’s Jimmy, from your math class.
“Oh, hi Jimmy. What’s up?” You ask politely.
“Hey, did I miss anything from class yesterday?” He asked.
“Oh, no not really. We took some notes, but I copied some for you.” You say, rummaging in your notebook. You find what you wanted and tear a couple of pages out, handing them over.
“Thank you, Y/N, you’re a sweetheart.” Jimmy tells you, with a smile. You can’t help it but smile back, it was a nice compliment.
“Oh, well thank you Jimmy. Is there anything else you need?” You ask him, trying to end the conversation so you could go meet with your girlfriend.
“Yeah, actually. I was wondering if you had any open time this Friday after school?” He leads on.
“Um, I’m not sure yet to be honest.”
“Okay, well if you figure it out, give me a call, I’d love to take you on a date sometime.” He said with a smirk and a wink. Little did you know that Robin was already there and waiting for you, seeing everything that just went down.
You turn around to see her, an emotion on her face that is hard to read. So you finish grabbing the rest of your books, closing your locker, and heading over to her. But it’s almost easy to miss. You weave in and out of a few people to reach her, finally sighing as you reach her.
“Did you see that?” You asked with a giggle.
“Yeah I did.” Robin replied shortly. She wasn’t angry, she was just worried. You were smiling with him, handing him something, and then he handed you his number asking you out. You didn’t have a chance to decline before he walked away.
“It was weird. I had no idea he was even interested in me. Usually it’s easy to tell.” Robin’s heart squeezes a little bit, thinking about it. I mean you were in a gay relationship with another girl, and you had to keep it a secret. Of course other people had no idea, they all thought you and Robin were friends.
“I had no idea you liked me.” She pipes up.
You laughed at this, “Yeah until I kissed you, remember?” You asked, reminiscing about that kiss. It was so nice, awkward, but nice. She nods, no smile forming on her face, so you know something is wrong. Robin always smiles at the thought of kissing you.
“What’s wrong babe?” You pull her in to whisper in her ear, a shiver slithers down Robin’s back.
“Nothing. You’re not gonna call him are you?”
“No.” You said laughing. “Wanna come over? We can cuddle, and things.” You said, leaning into her.
“Yeah that sounds good.” she gave you a smile that was small.
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The rest of the day passes and you and Robin are laying on your bed, a taped movie playing. Your arm was around Robin, as she cuddled against your side, curling against you, nuzzling her head into your chest and neck. She was content with this, it was one of her favorite things to do. It allowed you two to get close with each other, and get comfy enough to sleep.
But it was also times like this where sometimes she couldn’t sleep. Robin would stay up with her own thoughts too, just as you have before. You began to notice some of the signs of her being off earlier in the day. You didn’t want to pry, but you also didn’t want her to be upset, or need something. What if she was in need of something and she thought you didn’t notice?
“Hey baby? Are you okay? You have been staring off into space, and earlier today you seemed a bit off. I just want to make sure you’re alright.” You speak up.
Robin looks up at you, and in a split second everything she has ever thought about you starts running through her head. All of the kisses, dates, hugs, cuddles, everything sweet you two have told each other. She noticed how you seemed to be spacing out sometimes too, a disconnect in your relationship together.
“Do you still love me?” She asked. Your heart stopped for a second, and you answered immediately.
“Yes, Robin. I still love you, very, very much. What’s all this about?” You push.
“You have been seeming different lately, and Jimmy asking you out today just really got me thinking. You could be with anyone you want, and you won’t have to hide it. I can tell that you’re thinking of things, and I wanna know what it is. Are we doing okay?” She explains.
“Oh Robin. I love you so so so so much. You are my favorite person in the entire world, I would trust you with anything and everything. I think I know what the problem is. You started seeming off, I started thinking about it, and I probably seemed off, which made you upset, and then made you seem even more off.” Robin pulled a confused face.
“What?”
“Okay let me put it this way, honey. I love you, I love you, and I don’t love anyone else like I do you. I couldn’t. I know that I could be dating someone else, but that is not what I want, I want you. So I am not dating anyone else. You still love me, right?” You ask to make a point.
“Yes, yes of course I still love you.” She quickly answers.
“We are still in love with each other. And besides, you could have anyone you want, and you’re still with me. Now that’s something. Because I can be annoying.” You joke around with a laugh.
Robin laughs too, revealing a smile. “I am in love with you. And you are annoying, but so am I.” Robin leans up and presses a kiss to your lips.
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#robin buckley x reader#robin buckley#robin stranger things#robin buckley headcanons#robin buckley imagines#stranger things#stranger things imagines#stranger things headcannons#robin buckley smut
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my stranger things headcannons: Steve = bisexual, eddie = gay, El = pansexual (and demi girl), Max = bisexual, mike = extremely repressed gay, Nancy = bisexual, will = [tender, emotional music playing]
#Will Byers is gay#Mike wheeler is also very gay#Byler#Steddie#Ronance#stranger things#St4#Stranger things headcannons#Headcannon#[tender emotional music]
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daydreaming.
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orderly!reader x henry creel/001/peter ballard
requested by: my dumbass pt. ii
authors notes & additional notes: okay so i HAD to get this out of my system because after rewatching the entire szn four part one once more, jamie campbell bower as henry creel/001 literally got me in a telekinetic chokehold and i all i do is think about just how incredibly down HORRENDOUS I AM FOR HIM AHHHHH
anyway, hope y’all enjoy this. i’m also considering part two with this and i’m debating if it should be a smut or fluff piece. let me know what y’all think.
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Henry creel can’t seem to shake off why you always invaded his mind. He thought every human was the same evil; the same sad and pathetic. But the way you lingered in his mind—you were different. Sometimes he despised being human because being human comes with a deep sense of humanity within that still had strong feelings for those they cared about.
And he cared about you.
And when he swore an oath to himself to protect you, he condemned himself on the spot with those three words running through his mind:
he loved you.
And he would do anything to protect you from this world.
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It all started when Dr. Brenner had assigned pairs to watch the children in the rainbow room after some reported incidents of bullying. He drilled the incentive that at least two orderlies will be able to disengage fights that may arise, as well as escort a child out of the room if things get heavy. He hoped that it never got that far, but he wasn’t taking any chances, and was now keeping a closer eye on them; now more than ever.
And you were paired with Henry Creel. Being one of the most experienced staff, you were glad at first to have paired with Henry; the advantage of him showing you the ropes and training you was why you wanted to be paired with him in the first place. You two haven’t known each other for very long, as the only interactions were morning greetings crossing the hall and small conversations during lunchtime in the staff room. but from what you heard from Dr. Brenner, he was a valuable asset to the staff at Hawkins Lab. But those small interactions with Henry didn’t deter you from also feeling the butterflies when he walked past with a morning greeting or when he would take a seat across from you when it was the staff’s break time. You found him very attractive yes, but when the butterflies didn’t go away, and every daydream appeared with him in it, and every interaction you had with Henry made you crave more, these feelings weren’t just anything. It was a crush. As you walked and stood beside Henry while Brenner paired his employees, you looked down; bashful as you felt the butterflies in your stomach flutter being so close to Henry. He looked down at you, softly smiling to himself as he saw a mirrored soft smile appear on your lips.
That smile that was sweet as honey and bright as the sun, he couldn’t help but think what would happen if something were to happen to you and your smile.
“So I guess you’re my partner in crime.” You said as Brenner had dismissed everyone from the staff room in their respective pairs. Your words seemed to shake Henry out of his thoughts as you looked up at him with those hypnotizing eyes he loved so much. With a smile, he reached out his hand and continued your bit. “I most certainly am.” You took his hand and gave it a humorous and exaggerated shake. His hand engulfed your small one as he held onto your touch. Your skin, smooth as silk was one he never wanted to let go of. And he wouldn’t want it any other way.
Throughout the day, Henry had told you the best ways to talk and help the children who needed assistance or were getting frustrated at themselves during practice. He found a way to get them to help look at it in a different picture and also help you with how each child learned. He observed them and how their minds worked and gave you tips for some when it was your turn to help them. His words were so sweet and gentle that, you couldn’t stop the butterflies that increased tenfold in your stomach as you watched him help the kids.
The days rolled past and it was the same routine. You thought that the feelings of nervousness and soft feelings for Henry would surpass, but no. You were convinced that this was more than a regular crush on your co-worker. It was love.
But it was meant to be a secret, a hushed feeling buried deep down, as Dr. Brenner would certainly not allow any special workplace relationships. But it was so hard to bury because one look of those ocean eyes and one soft touch of Henry’s hands-on yours or the lingering feeling of his hand on the small of your back, while he held open doors for you and lead you in, was enough for it to be dug up again and the butterflies to flutter stronger.
Little did you know, that Henry felt the same. He did every little thing he could to spend more time with you. During lunch or purposefully waiting for you in the halls of the lab just to walk alongside you, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. You invaded his brain like no other, and the feeling of wanting to make sure you were protected from the world returned tenfold each time he heard your angelic laugh or was the returning end of that million-dollar smile. Those eyes that caught his attention and the most delicate features on your face he studied a million times in his head before he slept. You replayed in his mind like a record stuck on its line, and it didn’t help that he noticed that you too, felt this utter adoration for him. He studied you, and saw it in your eyes, and after that day, the way he felt about you changed. He didn’t just care about you anymore. No, Henry Creel loved you.
After the day had ended, the children were all off to bed, being escorted by Henry and the rest of the orderlies. You stayed behind, being booked to tidy up the rainbow room. You sometimes loved this time of day; the peace that came with it as well as it was the perfect time to wind down. You knelt to pick up the discarded blocks and toys on the floor. Gathering it up in your arms you couldn’t help but daydream about Henry once more. The way his eyes were a perfect shade of blue, the way his blonde hair was always in perfect, wispy condition. The way his hands were so gentle when he touched anything.
You wanted those eyes to look at you with pure adoration as you did with him. You wanted to play with his hair as he held you close with his arms and hands. Gentle to its care but filled with the same love you held for him in your heart. You wanted to be wrapped up in his towering figure; protected in his arms. You wanted to kiss those lips—feel the warm sensation of his kisses fill your body.
The loud, echoing drop of the wooden blocks and the toys startled you back into reality, and before the rest of the toys in your arms fell, you felt Henry’s gentle hands grip your waist, leading you to fall forward into his chest instead of the floor. “Are you okay?” He asked, voice filled with concern. “Yeah, I’m okay.” Your brows furrowed as you finally came to your senses. Some of the toys were at your feet, and you internally cursed yourself for daydreaming again. You looked up at Henry, his eyes meeting yours, and the look of concern softened at your words of confirmation. You felt his hands on your waist pull you closer to him. Your hands set themselves onto his chest, disregarding the toys in your arms as they fell to your shoes in between you two. One of his hands left your waist and travelled up to hold your chin with his pointer finger and thumb. You leaned closer, tiptoeing to reach his tall stature as you smelt the fresh laundry scent that lingered over him. Henry knew with one move he was going to sentence himself forever.
And he did just that.
He leaned in and closed the gap between you two. Your lips were even softer than he anticipated, and the warmth of your body pressed against his felt like a dream on its own. No one could understand the feeling of how precious you tasted on his lips and felt on your body.
Henry’s lips felt like clouds from the heavens—the softest thing you could touch. Your hands travelled up to wrap around his neck as you both deepened the kiss. You wanted time to stop momentarily—everything it’s its path froze for you to savour at this moment in Henry’s arms, kissing him. Just this once, you wanted everything to stop for this temporary paradise. His kisses, now filled with such fervour and passion, held your cheek in the most delicate way you craved more.
You both departed from the kiss for a breath of air as you melted in Henry’s touch. He looked at you with true, and utter devotion, and those blue eyes once felt human again for a moment in time. “I knew from the moment I saw you, that you were different. You showed me such kindness you never left my mind once.” Henry started, cupping your cheek as he spoke such soft words to you. “I will protect you from everything horrid in this world when I can. I love you.” Your eyes sparkled at his words. Was this all a dream? Were you on autopilot cleaning up and still daydreaming? No, this had to be true. The look on your face gave away to pure innocence and vulnerability for Henry, and you smiled. “I love you too.” You said with bated breath, and there you two were; surrounded by the feeling of heaven filling the rainbow room.
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shopping headcannons ᥫ᭡ the gang.
synopsis ↝ in which you live through the chaos of shopping with nancy, steve, robin, and eddie. :)
pairings ↝ stranger things gang x fem!reader.
warnings ↝ swearing, eddie and steve being eddie and steve
notes ↝ just finished season 4 and i swear if they kill off my wife nancy wheeler i will not be watching the show ever again !! (creds to gif owner)
the real question of the night is how in the hell did you convince them all to go.
you first brought up the idea to nancy, and she was actually excited to go; because she thought it was going to be the two of you.
little did she know, you invited all of your closest friends to tag along with you guys.
steve actually also didn’t mind the idea of shopping, but he also didn’t know nancy was tagging along with you guys.
robin said no at first but after some convincing from you and steve, she eventually gave in.
eddie said no.
“no way, (y/n), that’s probably the dumbest fucking idea you’ve ever came up with!”
“why is it dumb? it’ll be so much fun, pretty please?”
“no.. and stop looking at me like that.”
“i’ll pay you.”
eddie raised his eyebrow at you, “how much?”
“i’ll give you all of my birthday savings,” you smirked.
“deal.”
were you actually going to give him your birthday savings? absolutely not.
nancy was completely surprised when you told her about inviting the other three. she wasn’t necessarily mad more like “damn girl you really invading our plans” because it was you and nancy’s plan in the beginning.
steve and eddie are absolutely chaotic, looking after them in the mall was LITERALLY like looking after 10 year olds
“eddie, stop touching things if you’re not going to buy them!”
“buying things? with what money? i’ve been forced here against my will!” eddie whined.
“me too,” robin said, grabbing a pack of gum from the shelf.
this was actually a very nice time for nancy because she’s constantly working her ass off, so getting to go out and buy things for herself felt nice.
to be completely honest, nancy was the only one who even bought things.
she’s the mom of the group as well, so she was literally yelling at the four of you like a real mother.
during your guys time at the mall, you, nancy, and robin were exiting a store. you guys had told the guys to stay put outside and that you guys would be right out.
the three of you weren’t even in the store for more than two minutes ..
once you guys are out you immediately notice steve and eddie missing so obviously you’re like “??”
your confusion was soon answered as your eyes meet with a running eddie munson with steve hot on his trail
these mfs were racing. in the mall.
the concerned looks of the other customers made robin laugh and cheer them on but you and nancy are like “bitch you fr rn”
but all hell breaks loose when steve goes to grab at eddie’s hair but instead of succeeding, falls smack on his ass
eddie stops and turns around wide eyed, before laughing at steve trying to pick himself up
how you guys didn’t get kicked out of the mall is beyond me
“since we literally cannot trust two grown adult men to not have supervision inside a mall, you guys are coming with us while we shop!” nancy said.
groans were heard from eddie, but steve was just glad the embarrassment of falling was wearing off
“do you guys think this dress would look pretty on me?”
“no, eddie, put that down.”
“why?”
“because it’s literally a children’s dress.”
meanwhile robin is rubbing a soft blanket before turning to nancy, “imagine shaving your legs and then covering up with this.”
nancy smiled, “that would be just magical.”
steve just standing there like🕴🏻
“you guys wanna go get slushees?”
“fuck yeah!”
you, nancy, robin, and eddie sat at a booth in the corner while steve ordered your guys slushees
after a few minute wait, the four of you heard a loud screech
you turn to look at the counter and see steve with wide eyes and a worker with blue slushee stained all over her top.
“shit, i am so sorry!” steve said, frantically trying to wipe her shirt down with a napkin, but that just ended up smearing
the lady reported you guys and turns out, people had reported your guys group before the slushee incident
while steve and eddie were racing, many people reported you guys
and the lady reporting you guys must’ve been the last straw because you guys were kicked out
“great going, harrington.” robin said as you guys all sat on the curb outside.
“yeah, yeah.”
#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington imagine#headcannons#stranger things#stranger things headcannons#stranger things x reader#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson imagine#nancy wheeler#nancy wheeler x reader#robin buckley#robin buckley x reader#nancy wheeler imagine#robin buckley imagine#stranger things x fem!reader
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cuddling headcannons
some basic cuddling headcannons about steve harrington <3
reader: gender neutral
characters: steve harrington
genre: major fluff <3
spoiler warning?: none.
notes: thought some cute steve cuddles would start the day right, hope you enjoy!
• When suggesting to cuddle, you can't help but see Steve's face light up. You certainly did not expect that much excitement! It was so cute! He put his hands on your shoulders and stared into your eyes. “Yes. Yes. Yes. Get on the bed. Please.”
• He laid down on his back and signaled for you to come lay on his chest. Carefully, you nuzzled your head into the soft fabric of his shirt, a little smile on your lips. His chest was so comfortable, and his hand found the perfect spot. His raked his fingers through your hair as his other hand gently took yours, squeezing it softly.
• Steve Harrington was the king of cuddling. He knew exactly what you liked and what you didn't, and he wanted to make you feel as good as he could! He's pretty good at reading certain nonverbal cues, such as when you lean into his hands or let out a soft little sigh.
• If you two are awake, you usually just talk softly to each other. These conversations aren't as humor based, these conversations are the loving and caring sides of each other. Steve loves to make jokes, but he loves to love you. And when you to are in private, he likes to express it. If you're asleep and he's awake, every single bit of his attention is on you. Watching you, a gentle smile on his face as he takes in the moment. He found what he wanted.
• Sometimes when he's stressed and upset, maybe getting some sort of flashback, he'll lay down on your chest. Both of his arms will be tightly wrapped around you, almost as if he was scared to let you go. This rarely happens, and he usually won't talk. He doesn't talk about the bad stuff most of the time, he doesn't like it. But when he does open up, listen to him.
• When he's the little spoon, he really likes it when you give him back rubs. Just run your hands over his back and his relaxation will kick in. Calm his nerves when he's like this, don't ask questions, just give him the comfortable silence. He appreciates it.
• His love language is physical touch, and it shows through these cuddle sessions. Yes, he's very touchy in front of others, but it's little things like an arm around your shoulder or his hand on your lower back. Cuddle time is when his love is crystal clear for you. He loves it.
#stranger things x reader#stranger things#stranger things headcannons#steve harrington#steve stranger things#steve harrington x reader#steve x reader#cuddling headcannons#steve harrington headcannons#steve headcannons stranger things
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— barracks bunny (steve harrington) ☆
divider from @morbidweb
military!steve x civilian!reader 18+
• private first class steve harrington who flirts with the ladies by saying, “i do what i’m told”
• private first class steve harrington whose known as the “pull up” 💪🏼 and “pull out” 😼 king. the military is essentially a large frat, especially his platoon.
• private first class steve harrington who sneaks you onto base at night
•private first class harrington whose dog tag dangles in your face whenever he fucks you in missionary
• private first class steve harrington who gets rock hard when you call him ‘sir’ or say ‘yes sir’, ‘anything for you sir’ when he bends you over
• private first class steve harrington who anchors your hips down with his calloused hands as you straddle him, pistoning himself deep inside of you at such a relentless speed that it causes you to repeatedly shower his thighs with your pleasure
“yeaaah, you like that, don’t you baby? making a big ol’ mess on me hm?” “yes sir”
• private first class steve harrington who also opens doors for you, protects you, and cares for you
• private first class steve harrington who invites you to the military ball
• private first class steve harrington who sends you old fashioned letters and postcards whenever he gets deployed for an assignment
• PRIVATE FIRST CLASS STEVE HARRINGTON!!! 🫠💌
#stranger things#stranger things 4#stranger things 5#stranger things headcannons#stranger things headcannon#Steve harrington#Steve harrington x you#Steve harrington x reader#military!steve#military!steve harrington#steve harrington headcannons#Steve harrington headcannon#Steve harrington imagine#Steve harrington smut#steve smut#steve x reader#reader x steve#Joe keery
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Dad!Eddie Headcannons
Firstly this man is absolutely on his hands and knees for you upon finding out you're pregnant. On the borderline of overprotective, but he was worried you'd hurt yourself.
When he first finds out hes worried. Will he be a good dad? What if he fucks something up? So you reassure him that he'd be just fine and he relaxes.
Loves to feel your belly, enjoying the life you created together, and wants to feel the little feet just a kicking away
He would create his own little mix-tape for her and occasionally sing to your belly in attempt to get her to kick. Much to your dismay on the kicking - that shit hurts.
When his little bundle of joy is born he cries. Like full on sobbing because they're so beautiful and you helped make it. Man loves his woman can you blame him?
Eddie is such a girl dad
He calls her his little Rockstar, baby star, little one, cutie pie, and especially little princess. Eddie loves her so much.
The both of you will be so happy when she finally takes interest in Eddie's guitar, plucking the little strings and giggling thereafter. (My heart pls)
His baby girl will no doubt be spoiled and he refuses to tell her no. What his girl wants he gives her. From stuffed animals to new toys.
When he's left to be himself Eddie cannot resist having his own little rock concert.
Like Gareth she will make him attend every tea party and Eddie is always responsible for refilling her tea. She's a total diva.
While she grows up to love music, his child loves to dance, from ballet to other forms. Eddie is nothing short of proud.
You and Eddie support her every step of the way. When she graduates he loses it and you have to remind him it's not over.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#stranger things season 4#stranger things x fem!reader#stranger things fandom#eddie munson gif#eddie munson headcannons#headcannons#stranger things x you#stranger things headcannons#joesph quinn
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Hey there, I’ve literally never done a request before so here I go!
Just- reader coming home from a night out with friends to billy passed out on their bed, who basically broke into their room and fell asleep waiting for them?
I’m going feral for billy I’m sorry 😞
- Sincerely, 🐁
needy boy
pairing: billy hargrove x gn!reader
genre: established relationship ,fluff
summary: billy the bad boy hargrove becomes all soft and needy
A/N: this is so cute! sorry it took a while for me to finish this anddd if it’s short, but anyways i hope you enjoy this. feedbacks are always appreciated! send in requests if you have or just talk to me if you guys feel like it ❤️🔥
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requests are OPEN
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Your friend, Adeline invited you over her house and have a game night with your friend group. It’s finally midnight and you all decided to finish and head home, you hug them goodbye and head to your car. Opening your windows, you let the cozy cold wind enter your car as you hit the road with some soft music playing in the stereo.
After a good 20 minutes, you finally arrive at your home. You notice a familiar blue shiny car at the front; looking up to your bedroom, you see that your window’s open and the light’s on, i hope he’s not drunk and puked everywhere you thought. You park your car beside the Camaro and walk to the front door, your keys jangling as you unlock the door. You untie your shoes and take them off, then you jog upstairs to your room; you grab the doorknob and turn it softly.
You let out a big exhale, expecting a messy bedroom but instead, you were greeted by your boyfriend snoring quietly with an arm wrapped around one of your pillows. You smile at the view and approach him for a better look. You admire his features, how his thick long eyelashes perfectly adorned his face, his strong yet comforting scent, the way his chest rises and falls as he breathes. You come closer and place a soft kiss on his cheek, making him turn around and wake up.
His eyes twinkle and smirk forms on his lips as soon as he sees you. “Hi Y/N, I was waiting for you”
“Sorry baby, charades got competitive” you reply. Billy lets out a soft giggle causing you to do the same, “It’s okay, at least you’re here now”.
You sit beside him, setting a few strands of hair on his face away, “Why’d you come here and who’s with Max?” you ask.
“I brought her to El’s house, they’re having a sleepover. Then I thought of coming here and stay at yours” He says as he sits up. He grabs you by the waist and straddle you to his lap, he tugs some hair behind your ear - staring at you in awe. “You look amazing” he compliments, “as always” he adds. You cover your face with your hands, Billy never fails to make you blush like crazy. He takes them off and pulls you closer to him - kissing you.
You immediately melt into his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him towards you even more. You pull away, “I need to change, and so do you. You have some clothes there on the top drawer of my dresser” you point. As you were about to stand up, he pulls you down again for a quick peck, “You’ll get more in a bit, Billy” you say - getting back up and change to your pajamas and Billy does the same.
After changing, he hops back up and pats the space beside him, “come on now and give your boyfriend some love”.
“Alright alright” you say as you lay down beside him and give in to the needy boy.
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#stranger things#stranger things x reader#stranger things imagine#stranger things fanfic#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things headcannons#stranger things scenarios#billy hargrove#billy hargrove x reader#billy hargrove scenarios#billy hargrove headcannons#billy hargrove imagine#dacre montgomery#dacre montgomery x reader
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Those Good Days Passed
| Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader |
A/N: This is a completely self-indulgent piece of writing. Odds are this will never see the light of day, but on the off chance I pull some courage out of my ass and post this bad boy, I am sorry. In an effort to put a metaphorical Band-Aid over my heart, I have decided to write my first multichapter fic throwing Eddie into the events of season three and fixing his completely unnecessary death scene. That is all :)
Summary: After years of being away from Hawkins, you're finally able to come down for a visit again. You’ve got a cabin, a ride, and a loving cousin to keep you company. The only problem is- you need a job, and it just so happens that a certain metal-head is looking for a new coworker.
Contents & Warnings: Fem!Reader, Reader is over 18, Multichapter Fic
Word Count: 4k
Chapter One - Cabin in the Woods
Your fingers were starting to go numb from how long you had been gripping the steering wheel. The drive from Hawkins hadn’t been an easy one. In fact, it had taken several hours to get anywhere near the damn place. In that time, you had been cut off twice, flipped off three times, and at one point, you even had to pull over to fix a blown tire… Overall, the trip could have gone better, but your journey was finally coming to an end.
As the scenery changed from seemingly never-ending monotonous highways to a sweet little townscape, you couldn’t help but sink down in your seat. This isn’t the first time you had been to Hawkins. Oh no. You had visited your aunt and little cousin many times throughout your childhood. Fourth of July, Christmas, Thanksgiving, all the big ones but as the years passed, the drive seemed to get longer and longer, and your parents just couldn’t spare the time to make the trip out anymore. However, now that you were older and your uncle conveniently needed someone to housesit his cabin, they finally agreed to let you visit for the summer.
Dustin, of course, had been ecstatic to hear about your extended stay, mainly because, in his own words, “it would give him and his party a new base of operations.” Whatever that meant. Despite your younger cousin's strange ideas of what house sitting meant, you were still excited to visit. It had been a while since you had last seen him, and if last year’s Christmas card was anything to go off of, the kid had really grown up.
The only things you were genuinely concerned about were one, becoming a babysitter for the summer, and two, finding a good enough job that you wouldn’t have to worry about babysitting duties. Aunt Claudia had mentioned something about a new mall opening up, so you had written up a few resumes before making the drive. Hopefully, whatever little shop decided to take you in wasn’t too mentally taxing, but you figured any mall job would work out just fine.
When the crunch of gravel under your truck's tires grew heavier and the bumps in the little dirt driveway became more frequent, you knew you had made it. However, just in case there was any doubt at all, Dustin was sitting there on the front few steps of the patio to welcome you into town. He was smiling, but his teeth were missing again! You could have sworn he had gotten dentures at some point, but maybe you were wrong? It was either that, or he had lost them, which seemed unusual for him. Perhaps there was some other reason?
You didn't have much time to think about it though because almost as soon as you had shifted into park, your favorite curly-haired cousin was swinging open the car door and pulling you into a hug.
“Dustin! C’mon, man. I still have my seatbelt on!” You laughed, hugging him back as you tried to wiggle your arms free enough to unbuckle yourself. Yup, he had certainly grown! He was practically twice as tall as he had been during your last visit and about three times as strong.
“This is what you get for taking so long to come back,” he argued playfully before finally stepping away to let you stretch your legs from the long drive.
The sentiment was enough to pull a smile onto your face as you hopped out of the truck. Your legs felt a bit like jelly, but you recovered quickly. You had a lot of unpacking to do afterall, and it had to be mostly done by five o’clock. The mall closed at nine, and you wanted at least a few hours to pass around some resumes. Maybe if you were lucky and some place was really short-staffed, they’d let you start within the next few days. Wouldn’t that be nice? However, right now, you needed to get all of your junk out of the truck and unload your bike.
“You gonna help me unload, or are you just going to keep giving me shit for being gone for the past few years?” You teased right back, giving him a light push on the shoulder before swinging the back hatch of the truckbed open.
You may have overpacked a little bit. Bringing your Suzuki was definitely an interesting choice given the fact that you already had the truck with you, but you just couldn’t justify leaving her behind! Plus, Dustin had mentioned wanting to take her for a spin, and you couldn’t just leave the poor guy hanging, even if it meant being scolded by your aunt for letting her “sweet little Dusty on that death machine.”
It took about an hour to get everything out and into the cabin. Clothes, cassettes, gear- everything a girl could need to survive a couple of months in Hawkins. However, just as you finished unpacking the last box of your various things you simply couldn’t live without, Dustin dramatically threw himself on the couch in faux exhaustion.
“No!” You groaned before trying to pull him up by the collar of his shirt. “Get up, lazy bones. We still need to go to the mall before it closes! Not all of us are protected under child labor laws anymore, remember?” Unfortunately, your very solid argument went completely ignored as he flopped back down onto the couch with a huff.
“I can’t believe you packed so much stuff. I must have brought in a million boxes!” Dustin complained as he pretended to wheeze out a final breath and die right there on your couch.
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his ridiculous display before using all of your upper body strength to push the back end of the couch up and flip him onto the floor.
“Ah! What the hell!” The boy squealed before plummeting the foot's distance onto the carpet.
“It was barely ten boxes; stop being such a baby and get up.” Again, your words fell on deaf ears, so you did the only sensible thing and resorted to bribery. “If you help me unstrap my bike, I’ll buy you ice cream when we get to the mall.”
That seemed to do the trick because Dustin was up and at ‘em again in no time. Hell, he practically beat you outside, despite you being closer to the door. With your little cousin’s help, you managed to get your bike off the trailer in less than fifteen minutes and could now start heading towards Hawkins’ new pride and joy. Starcourt Mall.
She was a beauty, really. A true wonder of engineering, and by wonder, you meant that it was a wonder that it still worked. She had been wrecked, fixed, wrecked again, and put back together from the ground up. Aunt Claudia had called it a deathtrap, and to be completely honest, she probably wasn’t far off, but to you, she was ol’ reliable. So, after fixing your spare helmet onto Dustin’s head and pulling on your own, you kicked her into gear and set off down the road and towards the mall.
It had been a while since you had last visited Hawkins, but not much had changed. Well, save for the giant glowing neon beacon of capitalism, of course. Seriously, you thought you were going to have a harder time finding the mall, but between all of the extravagant billboards, bus routes, and the many many signs directing traffic towards the huge vibrant colored building, it was sort of hard to miss.
Well, at least you didn’t have to worry about finding a job anymore. The place was gigantic. There had to be over a hundred little cubical-sized shops under one roof. It would be impossible not to find somewhere to make a little cash while you were here. Hell, you were surprised there were enough people in Hawkins to keep this place up and running, some place had to be understaffed.
Unfortunately, to your and Dustin’s surprise, most of the more cookie-cutter jobs had already been swiped up by high schoolers on summer vacation. Damn! Everything from Macy's sales associate to McDonald's burger flipper had been taken weeks ago. You must have checked half of the shops in that stupid mall and all of those “Help Wanted” signs that your aunt had told you had already been pulled from the windows.
“How is this even possible?” Dustin huffed in disbelief as you two entered the food court, looking less than enthusiastic about your lack of finds. “I was barely gone for a month, and all the jobs are gone! Where the hell did all these people come from?! Do they not have anything better to do during break?”
“Like I said, Dusty, not all of us can ride around Hawkins all summer without needing some cash. These teens were probably cut off from their parent's bank accounts so they would get out and ‘learn the ways of the real world.’ Can’t blame them for trying to make an extra few bucks during the summer.” You tried to soothe, but you also felt the sting of the impending question. What if you couldn’t find a job this summer? You couldn't just phone up your parents begging for a little pocket change. They were states away! Asking your aunt for some money was also out of the question because you didn’t want to overstep your welcome, especially since this was your first visit back in a while.
With a sigh, you pat Dustin's head through his trucker hat and spoke again. “I’m sure I’ll find something, but right now I’m starving, and if I'm not mistaken I owe a certain someone some ice cream. How bout it, kid? Know any good places?” And with that, Dustin lit up again.
“Oh my god! I’m such an idiot! How could I have forgotten?!” Dustin suddenly exclaimed, looking at you with wide eyes before shooting off through the crowd.
“Wh- Dustin! Wait up!” You tried calling after him, but it was too late. That kid was on a mission, and he was dragging you along with him. You bobbed and weaved and even had to duck at one point as you made your way through the crowd of hungry food court patrons. Some grumbled as you frantically darted passed them, but you were determined to keep up with that goofy kid, so you did what you had to do until he came to a screeching halt in front of a sailor-themed parlor.
“Dude, what the hell! The ice cream isn’t going anywhere.” You wheezed, gesturing toward the brightly colored “Scoops Ahoy” sign glowing down at you from above. Still, Dustin seemed way too proud of himself at the moment to care about your complaints.
“It’s not about the ice cream,” He scoffed, rolling his eyes like you just weren't getting something that was glaringly obvious to everyone else. Little shit. “Don’t you see? This is the answer to all of your problems!” Yeah… you still had no idea what he was talking about.
Suddenly an almost obnoxiously loud voice called out from inside the nautical-themed creamery. “Henderson?” You turned to see a man in a ridiculous-looking sailor's uniform looking at both you and your cousin in confusion.
“What?” You both answered, which only served to confuse the poor guy even more as he finished serving the last customer at the counter. He was tall, but his hair was even taller, and he was practically oozing confidence despite the absurd uniform he was sporting. Coincidentally, he also looked to be around your age, so how did he know your little cousin?
“What gives, man? I thought you said you were with the geek squad today.” The sailor questioned as Dustin pulled you into the ice cream parlor and completely ignored the guy's questions like he so often did to you.
“Is Scoops Ahoy hiring?” Dustin prodded bluntly, which caused the older teen to shake his head from the near whiplash he got from the change of subject. You took his momentary stunned silence to slip in a question to your younger cousin.
“Who’s the hair?” You tried to whisper, but apparently, you didn't keep your voice low enough because the sailor began to introduce himself.
“Steve Harrington, and you are?” He started, but Dustin cut him off again.
“She’s my cousin,” he stated before repeating his earlier question. “Is Scoops hiring? C’mon Steve this is important!”
The sailor’s - Steve’s - eyes landed back on Dustin as he pursed his lips for a moment. “Sorry man, between me and Robin we pretty much got the place handled” He finally answered, genuinely sounding a bit mournful as his eyes found yours again. “But, if you're looking for somewhere to work in the mall, I’m pretty sure I still saw some help wanted signs hanging up in a music store across from us when I walked in this morning. I think it's called Tape World? Big blue neon sign, you can’t miss it.”
Before you could thank the guy Dustin was tugging you towards the exit again. Little man really was on a mission.
“Dustin- Chill out!” You laughed, as you tried not to trip over yourself, but your legs still fumbled around uselessly. “Thanks, Steve! It was nice meeting you!” You managed to call out before Dustin had completely pulled you out of the Scoops Ahoy and back into the food court, but he didn’t stop there. No, he continued to drag your ass passed the many eating patrons and over to the entertainment section of the mall. It didn’t take too much longer after that to find that big blue sign Steve had described, and sure enough, there was still a help wanted sign hanging crooked in the window.
For a moment, you two just stopped and stared at it in awe. Could this be it? The answer to your metaphorical prayers? It didn’t look too busy at the moment, which was a bit of a surprise considering that the mall was packed. Maybe it was a shitty music store? Well, there was only one way to find out.
You took a moment to smooth out your shirt from all the running you had just done before casting a look down to Dustin. You were surprised to find him already looking up at you, but you didn’t let it shake you too much. Instead, you stepped towards the invitingly opened doors.
“You coming, or what?” You questioned to break the tension ghosting across your shoulders, and after a breath, Dustin followed suit. The both of you walked in and took a moment to take in the shop.
There were cassettes and records practically covering every wall. Hell- practically every surface. Everything from Bon Jovi to Black Sabbath. There was even a little section in the back with guitars, bases, and amps for sale, and was that Metallica playing quietly through the speakers overhead? A surprising choice, but certainly not an unwelcome one. Well, at least to you it wasn’t, but you knew at least half the families in Hawkins probably thought that that kind of music was for satan worshipers or something. Was that why there was barely anyone in here?
You were just about to head up to the front counter, but as you took your first step towards it, you caught a blur of hair and black leather zooming past out of the corner of your eye. Unfortunately, your paths intersected, and you crashed right into it. A decent stack of tapes went flying, along with your resume as you collided.
“Oh, shit. I just reorganized those,” The man groaned, already starting to bend down to retrieve the poor cassettes. “You alright?”
“Yeah. I am so sorry.” You apologized, face heating up as you kneeled down and started to frantically gather up the tapes. “Here, let me help.”
Duran Duran.
The Cure.
Tears for Fears.
And…
“Hey, this is the album that's playing, right? Ride the Lightning?” You asked as you handed the guy back a blue-colored cassette case labeled Metallica.
For a moment, he just stared at you. Not in that ‘Oh yeah? name three of their songs!’ type of way, but more like he was genuinely, and maybe even pleasantly, surprised. Nevertheless, being put under such an intense gaze was beginning to make you feel a bit nervous. So, you did what any sane person would do and laughed like an idiot.
“What? Is this not For Whom the Bell Tolls or something? You’re looking at me like I got three heads.” You tried to break the tension with some humor which actually seemed to work because he finally took the tape and cleared his throat.
“No, yeah. Sorry, yeah. That’s what's playing. I just,” He shook his head and looked down to pick up the last of the cassettes before continuing, “you don’t look like you would be into this kind of stuff. You just surprised me.”
You scoffed, not in a harsh way, but almost teasingly.
“What? The black riding boots aren’t enough to give me away?” You joked, and to your delight, the long-haired guy actually joined you for a huffed laugh.
It was at that point he reached for the small stack of papers that had flown out of your hands during the collision.
“Resumes?” He prompted, setting the newly reorganized cassettes safely back onto the glass counter before offering a ring-covered hand to help you up. You took it.
“Huh? Oh, yeah. I'm in town for the summer and I basically blew all my money just to get here so… resumes.” You looked down awkwardly at your shoes as you explained. Slowly, he handed you back all but one of the stack. His eyes scanned quickly over the document. So quickly, in fact, that there was no possible way he could have caught more than just your name and number.
Then finally, after what seemed like an eternity,
“You’re hired. Can you start tomorrow?” He asked, folding up your resume and shoving it into the back pocket of his ripped jeans.
What?
“What? Just like that? No interview?” You weren’t one for chancing your luck but this just seem way too easy after all you had just gone through. There had to be some sort of catch, right?
“Nope! I happen to be a fantastic judge of character, and I am judging your character to be perfect for this job.” He answered so confidently, that you almost believed him. “And I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but I’m the only one working in here, and I am so sick of being around so many people with absolutely no taste.” He finally fessed up after a short pause, pulling a soft laugh from your chest.
“So what do you say? Can you start tomorrow?” The poor guy was practically begging at this point, and you really needed the money so…
“What time?” You answered with a grin, looking back up just in time to catch him fist pump the air and jump up onto the counter, swinging his legs across so that he was on the other side.
He ducked below, and for a second you lost sight of him completely. Then, almost like a groundhog, he popped back into view with a vibrant blue vest with Tape World embroidered on the breast and a stack of new employee forms.
“We open at ten tomorrow, but if you come in at nine-thirty, I’ll show you how to work the register.” He announced, sliding the items across the counter before leaning forward, resting his forearms against the glass display. “Oh,” His eyes closed as if something important had just caught up with him, “I also got a deal with the guys down at Hawkins’ Heroes so we can get some free breakfast too if you want.”
“That sounds great! I guess I’ll catch you tomorrow then…uh…” Your eyes darted across his uniform, searching for a name tag, but no joy. Fortunately, he must have caught your struggle because he stood back up straight and extended his arms out for an exaggerated bow.
“Edward Munson, at your service.” He introduced himself in a booming voice, that actually seemed to spook a couple of patrons towards the back of the store. “But! You can just call me Eddie.” He continued in a much more reasonable tone, dropping his hands back down to his sides with an almost goofy lopsided grin.
Who even was this guy? You asked yourself fondly, smiling back at him.
“Well then, Eddie, it's been a pleasure, but I’ve gotta feed this guy and get him home before his mom sends out a search party.” You threw a thumb back at Dustin who had been uncharacteristically quiet throughout the whole exchange. “Nine thirty, right?”
“Nine thirty,” Eddie confirmed, picking up the tapes he had dropped a few minutes ago to restock the shelves.
And with that, you gave one last wave before walking out of that little music store you were sure would leave a big impact on your summer vacation. Hopefully, it would be a good one.
As you and Dustin once again made your way back toward the food court, you couldn’t help but notice that he was giving you a look. At first, you tried to ignore it, but as you two got closer and closer, his smug look seemed to bore itself into the side of your head until you finally conceded.
“What?”
“Huh? Oh, Nothing.” Dustin answered nonchalantly, finally looking away. He was trying to seem aloof, but you knew he was just being a little shit.
“C’mon, kid. Spit it out.” You tried, but he seemed content keeping up his little act for a little while longer. Eventually, after another long moment of silence, he couldn't contain himself and broke.
“I was just thinking about Suzie. That’s all.” He answered smugly and given his tone, that definitely wasn't all.
“Suzie?” You prompted, raising an eyebrow at your little cousin.
“Suzie.” The kid repeated but continued to elaborate when you shot him a questing look. “My totally beautiful and genius girlfriend from Camp Know Where.”
“Okay. Sure. What about her?” You were really failing to see how his definitely real and totally not made-up girlfriend was relevant to the situation.
“Well, I was thinking about the way she looked at me after I finished building Cerebro.” After another long pause, Dustin was starting to get impatient with you. “She looked at me like that guy from the music store looked at you just now!” He groaned at you as if what he was saying was painfully obvious.
“Dustin, what are you talking about?” You scoffed, but his stupid smirk didn’t budge. “He was probably just thrown off because some random girl ran into him and made him drop a bunch of shit. Stop- Quit smiling at me like that!” You could feel your face start to heat up again, but you couldn't tell if it was because you were embarrassed or annoyed.
“Uh-huh. Sure. That was definitely the only reason.” It was at that point that you gave him a light shove on the shoulder. Not enough to hurt or push him down, but apparently enough to send him spiraling into a fit of laughter.
“You are such a cocky little shit, you know that?” You snorted as pulled him back upright and under your arm. “Now shut up and pick something to eat so we can go home.”
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(This work & all future chapters have been moved to my new blog! @ace-writes-stuff)
#Eddie Munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson x henderson!reader#stranger things 4#stranger things writing#stranger things headcannons#eddie munson fanfic#stranger things fanfiction#fix it fic#sub!eddie munson#eddie munson headcanons#please dont roast me lol#my writing#multichapter
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i loved the steve x male reader who’s one of brenners ex patients thingy so can i request kinda a part 2 of steve taking him to the beach for the first time! like steve swimming with the male reader, steve burying the male reader in sand and the male readers just like “oh yea i like this”
just like beach fluff
𝐀 𝐖𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐮𝐧 | Steve Harrington x Male!Reader
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Fluff
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: None
𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: Sorry for the delay, I just got a booster and my arm hurts. This was a really cute request!
// Part One //
You spent the past hour packing everything you needed in a suitcase. Steve had planned that the two of you could visit the beach this weekend. Since you’ve spent your whole life inside Hawkins Laboratory, he wanted you to experience all the things you missed out on.
You’ve never seen the ocean before, so this is all a very exciting experience for you. Steve told you that you guys could swim in the ocean, make sand castles, have a picnic, or bury each other in the sand.
Steve insisted that he could teach you how to swim since he’s part of the swimming team in their school. You practiced in his pool and managed to learn the basics. He was a really good teacher, his encouragement helped you learn faster. (God, I love him)
When the weekend finally arrives, you guys head out to the beach. It was a lot more beautiful than you imagined. It was even better than the pictures you’ve seen in books and magazines.
Steve managed to find a perfect spot to settle down. You tried to put down your stuff as fast as possible, wanting to swim in the sea already.
“Someone’s impatient, huh?” Steve laughed at your excitement. “Don’t worry, (Y/N). We have the whole afternoon to ourselves,” he said as he opens the umbrella that you’ll use later.
Once you guys finished, you ran frantically towards the ocean with Steve following behind you. The coolness of the water met your feet. Steve held your hand as you both moved deeper into the waters.
You were thankful that Steve taught you how to swim, he was very active in the water but at least you could keep up with him.
After an hour of playing in the water, you guys decided to take a break. The two of you make your way back to your spot. The sun was shining brighter, it was a relief that Steve brought an umbrella, meaning you can eat lunch in comfort.
You open the picnic basket and reveal a few cans of beer, some bottles of water, and the sandwiches you two made earlier. You and Steve ate your food as you both talked about on what to do next.
Steve brought out some tools he used to build sand castles as a kid. You were the main architect of the castle, while Steve was in charge of bringing water for the moat. The castle turned out pretty decent, it was sloppy in some places but you didn’t care. Unfortunately, the castle was knocked out by the ocean tides. (To be fair, building a castle near the water was a stupid idea.)
Steve suggested that he could bury you in the sand. You didn’t understand why people do that for fun but you didn’t argue with him. He made sure to dig a hole that’ll fit you. When he finished, you lay down inside.
“Feeling comfortable?” he asked while gazing thoughtfully into the ocean. You felt comfy under the soft warm golden grains of sand. “This feels nice” you sighed. Steve looked at you and smiled.
Sadly, the sun was almost down, meaning it was time for both of you to head back. “I had a lot of fun today. We should come back here more often.” you say, you had an urge to stretch your body but you were still under the sand. “We can come back in a few months. Next time we should invite Robin, Nancy, and Jonathan.”
Steve helped you break free from the sand, he let his hand out to help you stand up. The two of you started packing up the basket, blankets, and other items into the bag. You left the beach holding each others hands.
You cast a couple of sad looks over your shoulder at the beach, noticing that Steve had also done the same. Today was the most fun you’ve ever had, no words could describe how grateful you were thanks to Steve bringing you here. After all, he wanted to give you the life that you deserved.
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